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“Have a good evening Professor!”
You waved back at the group of students all excited for Friday evening.
Thunder rumbled over the campus of UA as you stepped out the front door. You’d stayed a little too long grading, but this would be a short walk home. Hopefully. The rain came down in sheets, pelting your skin and soaking your hair, bag, and jacket. So close to being out of the rain. You hurried a little, crossing the still streets.
You could nearly see your apartment when you froze. There was no sign anything was wrong that you could tell. No extra sounds. No smells. Nothing. But something was… inexplicably….. wrong.
You stalked toward the alleyway next to your apartment because if something is going on, it’s usually going on in an alleyway. The issue was easy to spot.
“C’mon pretty thing, rollover for me.”
An Omega huddled against the wall protecting their neck, deep in the tortures of heat. The bigger issue was the one groping them. Another Alpha. In your territory.
You snarled, feeling your fangs pop through your gum line, and the alleyway rattled with the force of your guttural cry as something near a roar spilled from your throat. The trespasser yelped and fled in an instant. You hurried over.
The poor Omega was curled up very close to the wall, shaking like a leaf. Probably from both the rain and his heat. But the scent was…
You knew that scent.
You’d work side by side with that scent.
“Aizawa?” You said quietly. “It’s just me. Shouta?”
He slowly rolled over, looking away and gripping his chest. Heat scent rolled off him potently. The Alpha part of you lurched like your body might buck forward of its own accord. You put a hand on his shoulder. You might have imagined it but. Still, you could have sworn he leaned into it.
“C’mon,” You tugged him gently, “Let’s get you to a heat center.”
“No.” He said weakly. “No. No I can’t.”
“Okay. Okay.” You said in a small amount of panic, looking around like something in the alley or in the very rain might step out to help you.
It buzzed quickly into your mind that he could very well wish to be left alone. That thought dissolved when he grabbed your hand and tugged you to your knees. His forehead pressed to your wrist, close to your sensitive scent glands. You shivered.
“Help. Please.”
It was almost too quiet to hear but all the blood ran to your core.
“Y-you want me to help? Like help help?”
He nodded against your arm, soaked black hair hiding his face. You paused for a second as shock rattled through you. He started to rock in discomfort under your stare.
“You don’t have to if—“ He started.
“I will.” You responded quickly, petting his shoulder.
He sagged with relief. Maybe even relaxed a little. You gave him a gentle tug and he groaned as the two of you hauled him to his feet, stumbling towards your door.
“My apartment is--”
“Right there.” He grunted. “I know. I was trying to…”
A quiver ran through him. You shifted closer, nearly propping him up on your hip.
“Good, good.” A distracted murmur slipped from your lips as you fought your card out of the bag on your shoulder for the lock. “I’m glad you made it close. You know where people can help you.”
The reader beeped and blinked red.
“This fucking…” You muttered swiping again.
It beeped. Red again. One more swipe and the attitude filled lock finally dinged. The door swung in.
“C’mon. Let’s get you--”
A high pitch whine had your shoulders tensing. Every fiber of you wanted to jerk around and pin him to the wall. It was nearly a screech in your ears. You swallowed your flare of dominance down. The door swung open and you yanked him inside.
“Okay. Jesus. I hate the rain.” You shuffled off your coat, nudging him to stand on his own.
You flipped the lock. Aizawa gasped at the sudden surge of pain and need and all your attention snapped back to him. His features were all pinched tight from his shoulders to his mouth.
“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay.” You tugged him down.
His face fitted into your neck. You unwrapped his scarf while he took in your scent desperately. His stubble scraped your skin, prickling across the glands there. His hands fisted into your top.
“Can you? Uhm.” He tugged at the fabric weakly.
“Yeah. Of course.”
You stepped back, keeping a palm on him. You pulled off all the layers blocking him from your skin, letting it all fall to the ground. He lurched back towards you, nearly bending over your shoulder.
“Hurts.” He choked out.
“I know.” You said, rubbing his shoulder.
He flinched. “No. The uh. Clothing. It burns…. My skin is….” His face screwed up in pain.
“Shit! Oh shit. Okay! Okay!” You rolled up the bottom of his shirt.
He fought it off with your help and started tugging his utility belt, his hands shaking on the buckle. He nearly fell into you in desperation. You tried to steady him, but he made a startled sound as you ended up propping your hands under his hypersensitive pecs. Aizawa shivered. He let out a choked moan. Shit. Your mouth pulled into a possessive snarl. His head tipped as he tried to submissively show you his neck and you were almost thankful his hair was in the way because every part of you screamed bite .
“Yours too.” He pleaded.
A strength you couldn’t tell if you’d ever experienced before ripped through you like a roll of deep sounding thunder to your stomach. Before you could even think you shredded your clothing off. Part of you berated yourself. Then all that overheated skin was pressing to you from all sides. He smelled damp. Like the rain. He smelled good. Like heat. But part of his smell nearly kicked you in the chest. He smelled afraid.
“Shh.” You soothed him without thinking.
His hips shifted up against your thigh and you could feel how damp his thin boxers were. Your hands stroked over and over the tense and nearly trembling muscles in his back. He hunched further, instinct forcing him to try to look shorter for his Alpha, which was difficult with his towering stature. It was part of the burden of heat though. He needed to at least feel small.
“Good little Omega.” You tried to surround him the best you could.
Safe. Safe. Safe. Keep him safe.
You took a slow step away and he stumbled back into your chest with a whine. Another step and another and you walked him backward toward the bedroom. Your own scent grew stronger closer to where you slept. Aizawa kept tucking himself lower, his knees wobbling with need. You finally hauled him into the room.
“Here. Here sweetheart. Just go lay down. I’m gonna grab a towel.”
You gave him a push toward the bed and shuffled quickly into the bathroom. You pulled one of the towels off the wall then stopped. Was this the softest one? Where was that big blue towel? That was the one you wanted. Where the hell? Laundry?
The creak of the bed frame followed by a soft gasp snapped you back to the present.
He was usually huge but curled in on himself like this he looked so…. Tiny.
“Shouta.”
He jerked, looking hazily over his shoulder. His face tightened up to a growl. Omega growls didn't have as much power and his scent overrode any threat he normally posed. The Alpha in you said fight. You reigned yourself in faster than the flick of a whip. Aizawa snapped and snarled so you stopped where you were.
“Just me.” You hummed.
After a moment and several suspicious sniffs, Aizawa calmed a little, lifting his head further. You could almost see him scenting the air. He grunted and turned his head back, pressing it down. You stepped closer slowly to see him wrapped around and nuzzling your pillow. Your chest squeezed.
“Good Sho.” It was nearly a purr in your throat. “Stay relaxed. I’m gonna dry you off.”
You ruffled his hair, taking away the dampness as gently as you could. He was anything but helpful in the process, either staying completely still and stiff or pushing up against your hands. You ran the towel over his tight back and arms more for the heat than actually drying. He grunted in pain as a cramp ran through him. His body half twisted toward you.
“I need…… need to.” Color rose high on his face as he turned away. “Hurts.”
With gentle hands, you rubbed over his shoulders. “It’s okay. I know. You can present for me when you’re ready.”
His eyes snapped closed and he pushed off his boxers. You almost choked at the cloying, taunting scent. Your legs quivered and thoughts clouded as he rolled, almost in slow motion, on to his back.
“H-nnn.” He looked away.
His thighs parted like they were being forced. One lifted toward his tight abs. He was sloppily wet and twitching, short Omega dick laying heavily against his stomach. From thigh to thigh, he was coated in clear slick. Dripping.
“Good God Sho.” You said encouragingly. “Good Omega.”
He relaxed into the pose, Omega senses settling from the Alpha scent and familiar form. It was where he needed to be for the heat raging through him. You shifted over on your knees to fit in the space he left for you. His mouth twitched, arms coming over his chest self-consciously. You scooted back to lay on your stomach.
“It’s okay.” You murmured, kissing down his thigh.
His leg pressed up tighter to his stomach. He was so beautiful submitting like this even if you couldn’t see his face. His dick leaked enticingly, the scent curling into your senses like a beckoning finger. Slick coated the insides of his thighs and you ran your fingers through it, swirling it into his skin. You traced up and down, drawing abstract patterns and dragging the pads of your fingers over his entrance.
“Fuck.” He hissed.
Your fingers slid inside him with no resistance. He arched, muscles clenching immediately.
Aizawa lifted his head. “But. You - You can’t…” He panted. “You don’t have… have a knot.”
His head fell back as you curled your fingers up against the delicate ball of nerves inside him.
“I know Shouta.” You soothed. “I’m just gonna get you off once first to ease the ache. I don’t want you hurting.”
He muttered something before his head fell to the side, skin pulling tight over the tension tucked into his muscles. Submitting. Submitting. Yours. He took a deep breath and started to relax until you gently lapped at the bottom of his dick.
His arms snapped over his face. “Oh sh-shit.”
He was, like most Omega males, not very long but decently thick, fitting nicely inside your mouth. He groaned deeply as your tongue slid along the heavy vein on the underside of his dick. You lapped at him, curling your fingers against the sensitive spot inside him. He tasted so sweet, a siren’s call to all your Alpha senses. He keened. You sucked at his dick pulsingly. Your thumb pressed to the delicate spot just behind his balls and you squeezed the bulge of nerves from inside and out.
“Ah! Ah! Alpha!” Aizawa shouted.
His hips pumped rhythmically against your jaw, ass clenching the base of your fingers. You drew back, swallowing. His cries dissolved to whimpers, coming down quickly with his heat flaring back up. His body shuddered with need. You paused for a second just to inhale. The faint smell of fear and the rain finally washed away to just need need need.
“It’s okay. You did beautifully. Feel better?” You nudged his leg down so you could straddle his hips.
He shifted automatically giving you a space. His hands covered his face and muffled his nice sounds. The Alpha in you growled, wanting his eyes. Wanting his sound. Wanting every part of him. With a yank, you pulled yourself back to the present. Here. Now. And taking care of the Omega sprawled out almost torturously under you, whose taste still lingered across your tongue.
You swallowed, realizing you were grinding your hips against him. The smell of yourself on the air almost had you making a face, but the Alpha pheromones seemed nearly hypnotic to Aizawa. His head tipped side to side, hands loosening over his face, panting.
“Fuck yes. Fuck. Please. Please.” Aizawa bit out.
You rubbed his sides. “Shhh. It’s okay. You don’t have to beg. It’s okay.”
He whined, his thighs shaking and tremors roved through him. “I need….. Need. Ugh. Ah!”
“I’ve got you. Good boy.”
The Alpha muscles inside you quivered as you reached behind you to find his dick. With a long, slow exhale you slid it inside of you. You groaned, tilting your head back, just feeling him in you, settling right where he should be. He felt so good. You could feel him getting wetter with every pulse of his abdomen. Your chest thrummed imagining the scent of his slick rubbed into your sheets so nicely.
“You okay?” You gasped out, clearing your throat.
Your thighs snugged up around his hips but there was no response. Concern tightened your brow.
“Shouta?” You pulled yourself up to look at him.
He had his hands locked over his face, holding his jaw closed and his eyes shut tight while you rocked on him. His arms trembled with the force he was using, small shakes you could see in his elbows. You stroked a hand over his sternum and his chest lurched into the touch.
“It’s okay,” You coaxed, “When you’re ready can you look up at me?”
You very carefully phrased it so it wasn’t an Alpha command. After a moment, his eyes peered out from behind a jail of fingers.
“Good boy. Beautiful eyes baby.”
He was still holding his jaw tight but under your hands his hot chest rumbled with muffled purring. You smiled. You held his gaze as you slid your hands up his torso. They cupped around his sore pecs.
“Ah!” He cried out. “G-gentle. Please.”
You nodded, making sure not to press too hard. “I know. It’s okay Shouta. I know. You’re okay.”
Your thumbs traced delicately along the boundaries of the muscles and you sat up a little, sliding up his dick. His breath caught in his throat. With a huff, you came down and he let out the smallest cry as he slid back into you.
“Let me know,” You ground out between gritted teeth, “If it’s too much.”
Picking yourself back up, you came down a little harder and ghosted over his pebbled nipples. He cried out like he’d been shot. His chest arched, pressing up into your hands, begging in a way that his mouth wasn’t capable of. Needing you.
“I’ve got you.”
You started sliding on and off him, getting a rhythm down and fondling the muscles of his chest. His hands slipped away from his jaw and fell back behind his head, fingers burying into the pillows. His mouth fell open wide and your teeth ground together at the lovely sight. Part of your jaw twitched with the need to bite him, mark him, and make him yours. He was here. Under you. Just. Mark him.
You thrust your hips down harshly, knocking against good places inside you to distract the beast in your brain. His skin was hot and sweating and tasted so so good under your questing lips. You kissed him lightly all over his stomach and chest, ghosting your thumbs over his nipples in circle after circle. Aizawa cried out, fists twisting, pulling parts of the bed toward his head as he writhed. You snarled, feeling his hips shift as he came again.
“Please! Fuck!” He begged, eyes watering.
You could barely find the competence to open your jaw.
“I know.” You growled. “I’ll get you there. One more. One more. Then I’m gonna grab around you so fucking tight. Good Omega. Pretty boy.”
“Lock me. Please.” He whined.
You growled. “I fucking will. So tight. You’re gonna be so stuck in me.”
He tossed his head back and you could smell him leaking on the sheets. His chin turned away, pulling his neck tight and nearly trembling. He looked back. Part of your stomach rippled seeing the dampness around his eyes. He choked and an eye spilled over, one tear running down the side of his face.
“It’s okay.”
One of his hands crept back off the sheets and two fingers pressed to his shiny mouth. He rubbed his lips. You clicked to him. Aizawa flinched like he was expecting a harsh spit of words.
“Come here.” You panted.
He whimpered, curling upward to your waiting lips. Quivering softness pressed against your mouth. Aizawa sniffed wetly. Your hand curled around the back of his head, thumb rubbing gently on his skull. His hands settled on your back, still balled into tight fists while you fucked him. He shook. He moaned against your mouth until he jerked away, gasping for air. You buried your face into his neck, smelling him with your fangs sucked tight to the inside of your lips. The world fuzzed as your attention focused on one point. His smell, the sweat, the slide, the sloppy sounds of his overly slick body. Both of you were drenched. You didn’t think you’d ever get his scent out of your skin. He said something, vocal cords vibrating under your mouth.
“What?” You puffed.
“Please. Mark me. Please. Please please please. Alpha!” He whined into your ear.
He was throbbing hard inside you, like you could feel his heart beat right through his dick. He was so close.
With monstrous effort you lifted your head, “Are you sure?”
He shakily pressed his lips to yours, whining. After a breathless second he pulled back, meeting your eyes then looking away only for them to flick back.
“Please Alpha. Please bite me.”
The monster inside of you clawed its way to the surface in a snap. You growled, nearly feral as he tipped his head to the side. Showing you that beautiful, unmarked patch. You flicked your head so he could get to your skin, humming encouragingly as his scruff ruffed up the side of your neck.
You made it a rule not to growl very often. But the hot slide of sinking down on him. The heat of his breath on your neck. The simple fact that it was Shouta Aizawa, your Omega had an unstoppable rumble leaving your chest. The responding purr from him was too much.
“Fuck. Good boy. Yes.”
“Alpha!” He cried.
Your teeth sank into his skin hard and the echoing pain in your right shoulder sent your head spinning. The ring of Alpha muscles inside of you grabbed around his base as you came in hard spasms and you snarled into his skin feeling the ripples in your abdomen while he cried out shrilly. His hands shook. He pulsed inside you with the strange almost sucking feeling of his orgasm, completely undone. Your muscles kept grabbing tightly then releasing almost unendingly leaving you lightheaded until they finally locked tight around his dick. Aizawa suckled at the bite mark he’d left needily. You grabbed the back of his hair and pressed your mouth to his, feeling his hips keep pushing up to yours. It was sloppy. It tasted like iron from both your veins.
“So good. Yes. Mine.”
He cried into your mouth at the words you muttered against his lips. “Yours. Yours. Yours.”
Aizawa blinked at you with wet eyes. His face was flushed but the tense lines of pain were fading as you rocked your hips, working him and yourself down from the high. The bruising grip on his hair softened and you pet him, throat rumbling with a deep purr. He breathed in quiet gasps, purring back stutteringly.
You wiped the few tears off his cheeks. He finally fully met your eyes. His gaze was hooded and worshipful. He looked at you like a deity, and here, and now, his body was the only alter for you. His hand came up hesitantly, hovering close to your face. You pressed into his grasp and his eyes flicked guiltily to your lips then back to your eyes. You smiled softly and kissed him. He whined when you pulled away, eyes still closed.
“Shhh.” You soothed. “It’s okay. Just answer me for a second. Are we at any risk of getting you pregnant?”
Aizawa shook his head quietly. “I’m covered.”
“Good Omega.” You sighed with a soft smile etching its way onto your face.
He moved. With a blink you realized he was shaking his head. Your protective side snapped on.
“No?” You asked with an edge to your voice.
He shrugged, throat tightening.
You growled. Aizawa’s head snapped up at the sound.
“No one puts down my Omega,” You snapped, “Not even himself.”
He tipped his head to the side, flashing your own bite mark at you in submission. With a huff, you kissed it, playing a hand through his hair.
“You are good Shouta.” You hummed, trailing your mouth up his neck. “And I wouldn’t say that lightly. You made it to me. Now, let me take care of you.”
He melted under your words and your lips. His eyelids slid down sleepily. The restless churning of his fingers slowed. The Alpha muscles inside of you released with a gasp and you shifted to lay next to him, drawing him towards you.
“Good little Omega.” You sighed, petting over his head,
He drew himself together into a huddle. Your Alpha side purred and purred at him trying to be smaller than you. Any other sound was drowned out by the space you created for him. You could feel him falling asleep, still tiredly trying to gather even closer to you.
“Shhhh.” With a slow stroke of your hand, he was out.
You knew your connection to him was strong because the second he started to wake up you snapped out of sleep. He made a muffled sound between your arms, shuffling closer to your chest. You held still for him to situate himself knowing the coming awareness might not be pleasant. His whiskers scratched over your skin quietly in the bare morning. If you could just hold this moment forever, if the muscle in your arms was enough to stop time with this right here, you’d do it. The moments are sweetest right before everyone pays the price.
Bonded.
You’d bonded him to you. He wanted help from you and you fucking bit him. People wonder why Alpha were slowly going extinct but you didn’t even need to because, at the very core…. Monsters. And it hurt. Knife to the chest, claws to the core hurt. Guilt crawled into your gut.
He was slowly starting to realize what was going on. You could tell by the growing tension in his shoulders and subtle change in his sense. Happy to questioning to upset. Comfortable to uncomfortable. Tensing. Tensing. Tensing. Like a coiled spring ready to launch himself away. Here was something left you could do. You focused on that. Taking care of him.
“Stop.” You murmured.
He froze, face pressed to your collarbone.
“Shhhh.” Your hand stroked over his bare shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re safe Shouta.”
Your words did nothing to make him less tense. The thought rang through your mind almost painfully, ‘he wants to leave’. Your chest squeezed at how vulnerable he must be. Naked and messy. In bed with a colleague. And he had so very very little choice. You could feel his jaw tighten as he hid his face in your chest.
“Listen to me please.”
He flinched. Your heart shattered. Through all the tightness in your being, you swallowed.
“Shouta, we’re gonna take care of this,” You went to stroke the back of his head and he turned away from it.
You paused for a moment sadly then cupped the back of his head regardless.
“Okay. What’s going to happen is this,” A little bit of your Alpha voice leaked over, “You’re going to take a few deep breaths with me--”
“I don’t need--” He started to mumble against your skin.
“Then,” The tenor in your voice had him freezing, “We’re going to get you into a nice shower. And we’ll see where we are and what we need to do after that. Understand?”
“You….” He grumbled, trailing off.
“Breathe.” You sighed.
Your chest lifted against his face and an anxious moment later he shifted, pulling air in. His breath puffed across your bare skin as he exhaled with you.
He probably fucking hated you.
“Are you ready to move?”
“....... Yeah.”
You shifted off the bed, feeling tense and protective and needy and anxious all at once. Your feet twitched on the cold floor and your body nearly jerked with the need to cover him. Every part of you wanted to keep him here and he was going to leave. Who knows what might happen if he walked out that door right now? He still smelled freshly of heat. And you. He smelled like you. Everything thrummed with the need to do something. Do anything.
He was much slower to get up, still stiff and sore from the fever his body had run and tired from the cramps. He seemed to switch between meeting your eyes almost too intently and looking anywhere except at you. Aizawa stumbled. You were tucked under his arm in an instant to prop him up.
“I got it.” He grumbled even though his weight shifted onto your shoulder.
You nodded. “I know.”
It was a slow walk across to the bathroom door and he pulled away from you as soon as he could reach the counter. You stepped back to give him space and his hand came up to cover the mark you’d put on his shoulder.
“Shouta.”
The bathroom door closed with a loud noise. You flinched. The Alpha in you ached. You put a hand against the door and felt your face grow tighter and tighter. Your eyes welled as you leaned your forehead against the door. The shower came on, sounding like a roar in the silence.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I’m….. I’m s-sorry.”
Your throat cinched and you ripped yourself away, nearly staggering into the wall on the other side. Get his clothes. Get his clothes. You leaned against the cold wall for a second. Focus. You pulled on a pair of loose cloth pants and went back to the front room. His things were scattered like ink blots across the floor. Wraveling his scarf and setting his boots upright, you nearly coughed at the scent of stale heat.
Shoulders jolted at the sudden idea. Maybe, just maybe you could convince him to stay and eat breakfast to wash his clothes. He wouldn’t want to walk around smelling like this would he? You’d just let him get a chance to smell them, then see what you could do.
You walked his things back to the bathroom, grabbing the rather unhappy looking boxer out of the mess of blankets on the bed, and knocked. The responding grumble was not promising.
“Uh. By the door then.” You said, setting the stack down. “I’ll be in the front room.”
With a spin, you escaped before he could say a thing. Kitchen check, did you actually have anything you could feed him? Everything was a little bare. You’d meant to do groceries the day before but the nonstop rain had you not wanting to.
Speaking of rain, you tilted your head. Gentle patters confirmed that it was still raining. You groaned. Then perked up, another reason for him to stay actually. It was raining and he’d just gotten clean. And, you grinned, you still had pancake mix. And eggs apparently. Convenient.
Plan set, you sat down on the couch and picked up your phone. You pretty much set it right back down at the shuffling sounds. You sat up more as he walked out. He looked at you evenly, as if the two of you had crossed paths in the halls on a normal school day. Your heart sank and the plan dissolved away.
“Well,” He started.
“Your,” You said at the same time.
Both of you stopped. He gestured to you.
You dipped your head and waved vaguely to the entryway. “Your scarf and boots are by the door. I figured you wouldn’t want them.. In the.., You know...Bathroom…..”
Aizawa nodded and walked toward the door, picking up his things. “Can I leave now?”
Your heart cracked and you had to swallow hard to choke out even a short, “If you want to.”
His hand stopped on the doorknob. “If… If I want to?”
You nodded and stood up with a sigh, breakfast plans evaporating from your head as your stomach flipped over.
“Do you want me to… leave. Or?”
“Do what you need to do to feel comfortable.” You waved, turning to crawl back into bed where at least his scent would be.
“If I… Uh want to stay?”
You stopped abruptly with your hand on the doorway.
“I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“No?” You said trying to run through the details of the morning.
You could hear him shuffling around behind you. “I mean… You hopped me outta of bed to get dressed pretty fast. I thought you wanted me gone.”
“I….. wanted you to be able to leave if, uh, you wanted to. You’re not trapped here. Or,” You rubbed your neck, “With me. You’re not trapped with me.”
“If I wanted to…. So. If I stayed… Would you like that?” He mumbled.
You turned around slowly to see him rubbing the back of his neck. He wouldn’t look at you.
You cleared your throat. “Uh… yes. Very very much?”
He met your gaze.
“I’d love it if you stayed.” You said sincerely.
His eyes softened and he made a questioning sound in his throat almost like the merr of a cat. You held your arms forward and stepped toward him. The boots hit the ground and he crashed back into you immediately as both of you tried nearly frantically to reestablish contact. You laughed softly as he leaned nearly the entire upper half of his body on you.
“Can we uh, go back to bed then?” You asked.
“Please.” He moaned. “I didn’t think you uh…..”
You looked up at him and his gaze flicked away only to come back when you touched his face.
Aizawa sighed. “I didn’t think you wanted me. I mean…. I’m not a young Omega and I’m not exactly the type you know. The only time I’m really desirable is like. In heat.”
“All the time.” You replied.
He frowned, cocking his head.
“You’re not young. You’re exactly my type. And you. Are desirable.” You walked your fingers from his shoulder to his neck, making him shiver. “All the time.”
He huffed in amusement and buried himself into you. His chin nuzzled roughly into your shoulder. You stepped back, tugging him. He fell forward with you.
“Feels familiar.” You laughed.
He smiled into your shoulder. “It does.”
Reaching the bedroom he nearly threw himself back onto the bed. His face immediately pressed to the sheets to take you all back into his senses.
“Pretty pretty little Omega.” You purred before you could even stop yourself.
His shoulders came up and his ears reddened. You stalked around to him.
“Embarrassed?” You ran a hand over his face, gently pushing the strands there aside.
Aizawa shook his head. “No. It’s just… it’s just a lot.”
You swore you could hear his heart rate picking up under your gaze. His hair was still a little damp as the dark waves threaded between your fingers.
“Alpha.” He sighed, head falling back to flash your mark.
You crawled into bed with him. With your Omega. In your territory. And it was good. You laid back to let him arrange the two of you. He immediately curled up with his head on your chest and a possessive leg thrown over your hips.
This would work.
His head laid down on your chest, nuzzling.
You would make it work.