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Hizashi had always been a gentle-natured alpha.

It was one of the traits that he prided himself in, if he was being honest.

Most other alphas were hot-headed and jaded, but Hizashi enjoyed seeing the surprise in people’s faces when they learned that the loud, ball-of-sunshine, radio host blonde was an alpha.

Selfishly, he knew that it contributed to how well he and Shouta worked as a mated pair.

Because as submissive as Hizashi was for an alpha, Shouta was an equally dominant omega.

His dark haired omega had never liked the stereotypical, controlling alpha. So when Hizashi had presented as an alpha after his best-friend-slash-already-high-school-crush had presented as an omega, he had decided to pursue him in a less than traditional sense.

Hizashi had still made the first move, but he chocked that up to Shouta’s general disinterest in social interaction instead of timidity as an omega.

So yes, he’d asked Shouta on their first official date (which they had been teased endlessly by their friends about since Nemuri insisted she’d known “since the first time she was in a room with them together that they were going to end up mated”), but he’d allowed Shouta to choose the activities, the labels, and the pace they moved at; allowed the dark haired omega to call all the shots when it came to their romantic relationship.

Turns out, scrounging up the courage to ask Shouta out had been the greatest decision he had ever made in his life.

It shouldn’t have been surprising, because they meshed so well as best friends, but as boyfriends the way their personalities complimented each other was downright outstanding.

And when they’d started having sex after mating? Including spending his rut and Shouta’s heat together?

Well, needless to say Shouta was pleasantly surprised that Hizashi was still happy to let him take charge in the bedroom as much as he did in day-to-day life.

In summary, Hizashi was not the typical meathead alpha who liked to push their omega around.

In fact, it was quite the reverse.

He had a hard time acting controlling toward Shouta, even when he was in rut, and he loved when the omega took control or bossed him around.

There was no question in his mind that his omega, though slightly shorter than him, was stronger. Probably in body and mind, Hizashi thought wryly. His petite frame packed with dense muscle capable of power that Hizashi loved to be on the receiving end of.

In similar fashion, he didn’t like being pushy with Shouta when he wanted something. Never wanted to demand attention from his omega when he knew the erasure hero was usually already busy to begin with.

So the fact that he’d been hornier than usual lately had been his problem to deal with.

He and Shouta were being worked to the bone, and while Hizashi knew they both loved their kids (and their ‘kids’), he couldn’t deny craving a night of intimacy that over a year ago didn’t seem this hard to achieve.

He wanted to be alone with his husband so badly. He could see in Shouta’s eyes that his husband was wanting the same.

Alas, it was gearing up to exam time for the first years and the heroics courses were particularly needy this time around - constantly begging for extra lessons and study sessions in the dorms.

When they weren’t catering to their fledgling heroes, they were busy helping Eri catch up on her school work. They had decided to home school her for at least a year, with gracious help from Mirio, while she adjusted to social norms rather than thrusting her into primary school.

And Shouta was still doing regular training sessions after class with their son, Hitoshi, even though the purple-haired boy had made it into the hero course recently.

They enjoyed the bonding time it gave them; bonding time that Hizashi got by teaching Hitoshi how to cook when he came to their small apartment in the teacher’s dorm building for family dinner.

The apartment was spacious, catering to their need for extra space for their children. It had an extra bedroom for Eri along with a futon in the living room that Hitoshi could sleep on when he chose to stay the night with them instead of returning to his own dorm room.

Which happened more often than not since they had only adopted Hitoshi a few months before Eri had fallen into their laps, and both of their children needed a bit more reassurance from their parents than others their age might. Hizashi and Shouta were more than happy to indulge in all of the family movie nights and lazy morning breakfasts that their children wanted.

All of that to say that there were a multitude of factors contributing to the build up of stress and lack of intimacy that he had Shouta’s relationship had been weathering for the past few weeks.

So when he’d woken up on a Sunday, their only day to sleep in, feeling a bit restless with an aching morning wood he hadn’t hesitated to let Shouta continue sleeping.

He’d slipped out of bed quietly and padded to the bathroom where he’d jerked himself raw trying to come in the shower, only succeeding when he felt a broad, hairy chest press up against his back and a surprisingly soft hand snaked around his waist to squeeze the base of his cock where his knot would be.

“Fuuuuuuck, Shouta!” Hizashi panted as he came in splatters across the shower wall. His hips twitched desperately, cock pulsing out hot strings of cum as he moaned brokenly.

“Shit, that’s a lot, Zashi.” Shouta’s deep voice rumbled in his ear, hand twisting around the base of the alpha’s cock as he inched his index finger up along the vein on the underside of the twitching shaft.

He blinked at the sudden urge to whip around and crowd into his omega’s space.

Odd... still, he turned slowly under the spray until he was facing his gorgeous husband, leaning down to kiss the pillow lines left on Shouta’s pale cheek.

“Sorry, handsome, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said quietly against the other’s skin.

Shouta chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the blonde, “Then make it up to me.”

Hizashi practically purred at the statement, his hand dropping between them to ghost over the omega’s rapidly hardening dick. Shouta pressed his hips forward with a low, encouraging hum. His voice was still rough with sleep and it sent a shiver down Hizashi’s spine.

He wrapped his fingers around the omega’s cock, feeling how it was already slick with precum and stroking slowly yet firmly. He knew Shouta liked a tight grip, so he twisted his wrist and jacked the dark-haired man’s thick, uncut cock roughly.

“Feels good, Zashi,” Shouta breathed his name against his lips, eyes half-lidded and hazy with sleepy pleasure.

“You look so gorgeous, my omega.” Hizashi said quietly, his own dick not flagging in the slightest. Shit, maybe he was hornier than he’d realized.

He let his free hand slip around the other man’s body, trailing down over the curve of his ass and dipping in to tease his fingers over the furled entrance there. His omega was already slick there too making it easy for Hizashi to press just the tip of his index finger in before pulling it out to rub around the rim teasingly.

“Mmm,” Shouta hummed contentedly and alternated between pressing his hips forward into the fist Hizashi had around his cock and back into the fingers circling his hole teasingly.

Hizashi tried to think back to the time displayed on his bedside clock before he’d slipped out of bed. Did they have time to drag this out?

He couldn’t even describe the unexpected need curling in his gut as he took in his omega’s slacked jaw and breathy moans. God, Shouta was stunning when he was lost in pleasure like this, still hazy enough from sleep to be more terse and growly than usual.

Hizashi loved it.

He finally relented his teasing, deciding that even if they’d woken up earlier than usual he should probably get things started.

He pressed two fingers into the tight, wet heat of his omega’s hole, scissoring gently and smiling softly. The dark-haired man tossed his head back with a satisfied groan as the two lengths sank into him, twisting and thrusting shallowly.

“Zashi,” Shouta murmured, his stormy grey eyes burning with heady desire that had Hizashi’s breath stuttering.

He began to thrust his fingers with more enthusiasm, knowing that Shouta loved to be finger fucked hard and fast. He aimed his fingers at the familiar sweet spot that, after over a decade, he had precisely memorized.

He was rewarded with breathy little moans that shot electric pulses straight down to his still hard cock.

As Shouta rocked his hips between his alpha’s hands, Hizashi sank to his knees in front of his husband.

He traced his lips over the head of the dark-haired man’s cock, kissing the hot flesh languidly before swirling his long tongue around the slit.

His gaze drifted up to meet his omega’s dark eyes, pupils blown wide with lust as he panted roughly, “Shit, alpha, look at you on your knees for me. You look so good like this, baby, you gonna let me use your mouth? Gonna let your omega cum down your throat?”

Hizashi’s eyes rolled back as he let his eyelids fall shut.

In an answer to his husband’s filthy words, he slipped his mouth over the head of the other man’s dick and sucked smoothly, tongue swiping away the pearls of precum gathered at the head.

Shouta continued to rock his hips forward into the warm suction of the alpha’s mouth and backward onto the fingers buried deep inside of him. He could feel himself losing control quickly, heat building in his pelvis as his orgasm built.

“Harder, Zashi, harder- I’m- ah! I’m so close~” Shouta’s voice was tense with need, his cock twitching in the alpha’s mouth as his hole began to tighten.

Hizashi pumped his fingers faster, hammering against the omega’s prostate as he hollowed his cheeks and tightened the grip of his other hand around the base of the dark-haired man’s cock.

Shouta bit his lip and groaned brokenly as he finally came, hot pulses of cum shooting into the back of Hizashi’s throat as he swallowed reflexively and bobbed his head gently to coax his omega through his orgasm.

“Fu-fuck, Zashi, that was good,” Shouta was looking down at him with a more awake smirk, his cheeks flushed prettily from his climax.

Hizashi eased his mouth off the still twitching dick gently, swiping his tongue across the head one last time to make sure it was clean as he also slowly extracted his fingers from his omega’s dripping hole.

“I love you,” Hizashi sighed, his voice rough as he pressed a chaste kiss against the pale hip in front of him.

Shouta chuckled warmly, “My cock tastes good enough for love confessions, hm?”

“Shush,” Hizashi murmured against his hip bone and kissed there again, “I’m trying to be sweet and enjoy the afterglow.”

“Afterglow?” Shouta asked as he tangled a hand in the alpha’s long blonde hair and tugged lightly to get the other to rise to his feet.

He ghosted his fingers over the taller man’s hard member with a raised eyebrow, “Seems like you want more than an afterglow.”

“Mmm,” Hizashi hummed as he leaned forward to catch his husband in a slow kiss, tongue tangling lazily as they shared the aftertaste of the omega’s cum.

As he pulled back from the kiss, lips slick with their shared saliva, Hizashi felt a bolt of need rush through him. He let his parted lips trace the stubbled jawline in front of him as he whined needily, “Shou...”

“What do you want, alpha?” Shouta asked cheekily, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde smugly.

“I...” Hizashi felt a flush spread over his cheeks as his heart hammered in his chest.

“You have to tell me, Zashi.” Shouta continued, letting his head fall to the side so that the blonde could nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

Hizashi drew in a breath and swallowed roughly, “I want-“

“Dad? Papa?” The call of a young girl’s voice from outside of the bathroom door had them both freezing.

“Can I make waffles for breakfast?” Eri’s question was said loud enough for them to hear over the running water, but it still held the familiar note of hesitation that seemed to be permanently present in the girl’s tone.

“Please?” She added, almost as an after thought and sounding even more timid than before.

“Sure thing, Eri!” Hizashi called back after he had cleared his throat quietly, sure to pitch his voice into a happy carefree tone, “Just wake up Toshi to help you, ‘Kay? Dad and I will be out in a sec!”

The pitter patter of light feet down the hallway indicated that she was well on her way to bother her brother and Hizashi gave a relieved sigh.

He groaned defeatedly though as he reached back to turn off the water, watching Shouta wring his hair out.

And as they stepped out of the shower Hizashi shot a wayward glance at his still hard cock, lamenting the disturbance for ruining his chance at a second orgasm.

Shouta, who was already hastily toweling off, shot Hizashi an apologetic look as he leaned forward to catch the blonde in a slow kiss, “Sorry, maybe we can take care of that later tonight?”

“It’s okay,” Hizashi reassured him quietly, though he knew his voice only sounded half-convincing, “Once is enough for me. I think I’m just a bit more worked up than usual right now.”

Shouta gave him a sympathetic smile, “I love you too, by the way.”

Hizashi grinned, full and genuine this time, as he continued to dry off and let himself enjoy the warmth that bloomed in his chest when he heard those words on his husband’s lips.

But later that night led to Shouta being called out on emergency patrol to cover for another hero.

He’d given the voice hero a chaste kiss goodbye, checking in on their kids one last time before slipping out of the apartment and into the night.

Though Hizashi could hear Eri and Hitoshi’s gentle chatter drifting in from the living area, he decided he wasn’t in a very social mood and instead slinked down the hallway to his and Shouta’s bedroom.

Their blended scents that were practically melded into the sheets had him relaxing a bit.

Within seconds of shirking his clothes and crawling into bed, he was fast asleep.

When he woke up the next day on Monday to a painful erection, he chocked most of it up to sexual frustration from the day before.

It had been a while since he and Shouta had enough alone time to have a proper fuck, often interrupted like they were yesterday, and he told himself it was likely just a persistent morning wood.

Shouta was long gone, having clearly come home late from the last minute patrol and then keeping his promise to leave early to grade at school before classes.

Hizashi rubbed his eyes and pushed himself out of bed, knowing that he needed to hurry if he was going to take care of his little problem before he needed to head off to work.

His earlier theory flew out the window when he tried to take care of it himself in the shower.

After ten minutes too long of pumping his aching cock, yearning for his sweet omega whose scent permeated their living quarters, he finally began to realize that the itch under his skin was something more than normal sexual frustration.

His skin felt over-sensitized and electric, heat prickling at the back of his neck as his cock throbbed painfully and a dull cramp seized his lower gut.

He groaned pitifully and braced himself against the shower wall.

Shit.

His rut had hit early; almost a full week and a half early if he was remembering correctly.

He cursed quietly, quickly shutting off the water and climbing out into the steam filled bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror, glaring at his angrily red cock. Now that he knew the culprit he knew it would be impossible for him to get off without something around him to pop his knot in.

They had emergency toys for situations just like this, when they were both busy or working a mission.

But Hizashi despised wasting his rut fucking a toy when he knew his omega would love to ride him through it, knew Shouta would adore milking the cum out of him until his knot was deflated and his balls aching.

Fuck, the thought alone of being held down by his omega and ridden until he was a babbling mess had his cock twitching hungrily as he gripped the counter to fight a sudden head rush that left him feeling too hot and dizzy.

He drew in a deep, steadying breath and pushed himself away from the counter, quickly toweling himself off and carefully avoiding brushing his sensitive cock.

He dressed equally fast, unable to bring himself to style his hair into the usual Present Mic updo.

His nose tended to be extra delicate during his rut and the idea of smelling the synthetic hair gel all day was already making him sick to his stomach.

Despite being still damp from his shower, he painstakingly pulled on his leather pants and white undershirt, eyeing his leather jacket and sighing before he threw it over his shoulder.

A light out of the corner of his eye had him glancing at their bedside clock, cursing at the time there and shaking his head defeatedly.

Today was going to SUCK.

He snatched the rest of his things, shoving his phone and wallet into his pockets with one hand as he snatched a pack of scent blockers from his nightstand.

He fumbled with the packet of scent blockers as he hurried into the kitchen, knowing he should have left minutes ago to be on time.

“Shit,” Hizashi hissed as he struggled to rip open the pill packet, his fingers shaking as his body flushed with heat and making it nearly impossible to tear the foil, “Shit, shit, shit.”

In a brief moment of blind rage he angrily tossed the packet onto the kitchen table, reaching up to run his hands through his loose hair as he squatted by the side of the table and dropped his forehead to rest on the cool wood.

He felt like the leash he usually had on his emotions and instinctual reactions had gone slack. Another sign that his rut was much farther progressed than he had thought.

Frustration was coiled tight in his chest, forcing a lump into the back of his throat that he desperately swallowed back.

It had to have started yesterday morning when he’d awoken with the previous persistent morning erection that hadn’t flagged after his shower orgasm or maybe even sometime during the night before, he thought with a frustrated frown.

He groaned as another rush of needy heat rolled over him, feeling the shirt that he’d put on only moments ago already beginning to stick to his sweaty skin.

He was buzzing with nervous energy, trying to ignore any thoughts of having to leave for class soon. There was a headache teasing the edges of his brain, likely from his blood pressure rising in response to his body’s frustrated reaction.

He’d tucked himself into his tightest strap possible to hide the bulge of his erection, which had proven successful, but that only seemed to be making it throb worse between his trembling thighs.

He wanted Shouta so badly.

Shouta would be able to make all of this go away; he would make Hizashi feel so good, so much better... as much as he tried to stifle it, a pitiful whine escaped his tight throat.

His omega...

“Pops?” The voice behind him nearly had him jumping out of his skin, shooting to his feet and whipping around to see his two adopted children hovering in the doorway with equally worried expressions.

“Toshi!” He tried to plaster on a smile that he hoped wouldn’t look too strained, “Eri! What are you two doing up this early?”

“You and Dad told me to leave for class early today so I can walk Eri to Mirio’s dorm, since Dad went in early this morning to grade and you... were supposed to swing by the station before class, I thought?” Hitoshi said slowly as he raised an eyebrow at the voice hero’s flushed cheeks, “Are you okay?”

Aw shit, he’d forgotten about his plans to run to the station before classes today!

“Ah,” Hizashi fidgeted nervously under their worried gazes, “Crap... Yes! Yeah, I’m totally fine, just- uhm... having a bad day, is all, I-I’m running behind this morning.”

He grinned again and hoped it was convincing enough to get them on their merry way, but if anything the expressions of concern on his children’s faces deepened and he felt his heart twang.

“It’s too early to be having a bad day, Papa!” Eri bounced away from her purple-haired brother’s side and peered up at Hizashi scrutinizingly, “You look miserable so you’re not okay which means you’re lying and I thought you said we shouldn’t have to lie about not being okay?”

“Oh doll,” Hizashi couldn’t resist huffing a laugh, the young girl was just too smart for her own good. She knew she’d trapped him now.

Still, he could feel his raging pheromones calm just slightly in their presence.

It made sense, the rut was driven largely by the need to procreate, so the familiar scent of his children (even though they weren’t his biological children) was enough to slightly calm his senses.

“I’m alright, pumpkin, really, I’m just... uhm, feeling a little sick and I think I need to be alone for a little while this afternoon.” He felt embarrassment creeping over his shoulders, even though this wouldn’t be the first time he or Shouta had a cycle around the kids.

They’d gone through a few with Hitoshi in their old house, but that had been different because their bedroom was already soundproofed so they’d never had to worry about kicking Hitoshi out entirely.

“Uh, Eri and I can spend the night in my dorm room tonight.” Hitoshi offered quietly as realization dawned in his eyes, “We can make it a sleepover. I’ll invite Deku and his friends and we can watch movies. Would you like that, Eri?”

“That sounds like fun,” Eri conceded, her little head tilted to the side in the way it always did when she wasn’t sure whether to show her excitement yet or not.

Then she turned back to Hizashi with a tactful look in her eyes, “Will Dad be home to make you feel better? I don’t want you to be lonely when you don’t feel well. You or Dad always stay with Toshi or I when we don’t feel well.”

Damn, her logic was adorable.

“I’m sure Shouta will take good care of me, Eri.” Hizashi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Don’t worry about me, Dad and I can have our own sleepover so you just have fun with Class 1-A, ‘Kay?”

He only realized how bad that sounded in context when Hitoshi snorted and stuck his tongue out at the blonde, “Gross, Pops.”

“Oh hush!” Hizashi’s cheeks flushed a furious shade of red as he mock glared at his older child who simply shook his head wryly, “You know I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Do you... want to scent mark us?” Hitoshi asked hesitantly, taking a step closer to the alpha.

It wasn’t unusual for alphas and omegas to be extra protective of their family around their mating cycles, especially when they had children who were too young to have presented yet.

It had come up in the old house when Hitoshi had noticed them both getting clingier around their cycles, not only to each other but to him as well.

When they’d explained the minor relief that came with the action, Hitoshi had been more than happy to volunteer for it.

He seemed happy to bear his parents’ scent, knowing that scent marking usually came from years of familial bonding yet he was being offered it after mere months.

They’d done the same with Eri, who had seemed to feel protected when walking around with her parents’ scents on her.

It was a testament to the natural bond he and Shouta had been able to form with both of their adopted children.

Hizashi’s eyes softened and he smiled at his son, “Yes, actually, that would help my nerves a bit.”

He spread his arms out and was immediately wrapped into a hug between his two children, Eri squished against his side with her little arms gripping his thigh and Hitoshi leaning into his chest easily.

He tangled one hand in the back of his son’s purple hair, letting his wrist brush the back of the boy’s neck as he reached down with his other hand and did the same to his daughter.

Scent marking his children had an even greater effect on calming his nerves and he sighed contentedly as the ache in his belly dulled to an absent throb and his chest loosened a bit.

He would be happier if his omega were here as well, but for now his instincts felt relatively at ease.

As he pulled back he ruffled Eri’s hair and pressed a quick kiss to the top of each of their heads, delighting in the faint grin it earned him from Eri and the disgruntled yet pleased look it garnered from Hitoshi.

“Now, I,” He pointed to his own chest, “Am going to be late for class if I don’t skedaddle! And you two should probably be on your way as well!”

Hitoshi shook his head, “You’re already too late to go off campus for any gourmet coffee. Sure you can survive on that… what was it Dad calls it? 'Teacher’s lounge sludge'?”

“It’ll have to do!” Hizashi exclaimed, winking at Eri as he grabbed his jacket, “Text me if you need anything!”

He hurried out into the entryway, pulling on his boots (silently thanking himself for choosing slip on boots instead of lace up), but just as he was about to slip out the front door a voice stopped him.

“Pops!” Hitoshi poked his head from around the corner, an inquisitive eyebrow raised, “You need these?”

He held up the foil packet of scent blockers that Hizashi had been fumbling with minutes before and the alpha sighed in relief.

“Oh! Yes! Jeez thanks, Toshi,” He reached out to take the pills, “I think I’d leave without my head sometimes if I didn’t have you to keep me straight… Well, as straight as I’ll ever be, right? Hah!”

Hitoshi rolled his eyes at the joke, but his deadpan expression was vaguely fond as he reached up and tore the packet easily, shaking the two pills out into the blonde’s hand, “Just take it easy for a day, yeah? You could use a day off.”

Hizashi blinked for a moment, taking in the way that Hitoshi’s eyes drifted away and avoided eye contact before he grinned at his son, “You got it, listener!”

He laughed quietly as Hitoshi grumbled and disappeared back around the corner, taking a moment to stare at the tiny round pills in his hand before he tossed them back and swallowed them dry with a flinch.

And with that, he rushed out the door to start the day feeling a fraction better than he had that morning.

Upon entering the teacher’s lounge, his nose zeroed in on the scent of his husband.

Shouta’s delicious scent was sweet, like most omegas, but tinged with a musky smokiness that was uniquely his, something about it reminding Hizashi of late night patrols and quiet stolen moments.

To his chagrin instead of the familiar scent relaxing him like it usually did, he felt tension snap up his spine like a metal wire.

Furious need crawled over his heated skin and he drew in a quick, sharp breath as he pushed away any less than appropriate urges.

“Good morning, UA staff!!” He crowed as he entered, hoping it held his usual enthusiasm.

His coworkers seemed to accept it easily enough, some of them muttering returned greeting and shooting him a quick smile.

Thirteen gave him an exceptionally cheerful wave that had him feeling a bit lighter, “Wearing your hair down today, Yamada? It looks nice!”

He smiled brightly at the other hero and shot them finger guns, “Feeling a bit lazy this morning, I guess! Maybe its those Monday blues, ya dig?”

Thirteen smiled understandably and nodded in agreement.

As he approached Shouta’s desk he winced at the sight of the scattered papers there, most of them littered with red ink, which was never a good sign.

When he was close enough, he placed his hands on the omega’s shoulders and found them stiff with tension. He rubbed gently, kneading the tension out with nimble fingers and feeling a thrill when Shouta gave a contented sigh.

"And good morning to you in particular, my favorite listener." He practically purred the words, trying to lay it on thick even though he knew Shouta wouldn’t  be able to smell his rut. He'd likely notice the unusual lack of pheromones, though.

“‘Morning.” Shouta huffed quietly, leaning back into his touch just barely as he continued to mark up what looked like Kaminari’s paper.

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Hizashi asked quietly, careful to keep his voice down so as to keep the conversation between them.

The dark-haired man shrugged half-heartedly, “Three hours? Three and a half? I got back around 2 and I got up at 5:30… I think.”

“Shou...” The aching need burning in Hizashi’s gut was momentarily dampened by his concern for his mate, “You should go to bed early tonight and catch up on some sleep.”

“I know,” Shouta sighed and chanced a glance up at his alpha.

Hizashi felt his heart stutter as bloodshot grey eyes met his own.

God, it never mattered to him how exhausted Shouta looked or how much sweat he was covered in from patrol or training or what he was wearing or when he’d last shaved... he’d always be the most stunning man Hizashi had ever met.

His sharp, scrutinizing features reignited the desperation in Hizashi’s groin two-fold and he nearly climbed into the other man’s lap out of sheer need.

He shook himself as he realized his husband was still talking, “- and the hero whose patrol I covered last night is still out of commission, so I’m going to have to cover his patrol again tonight.”

“There’s no one else to cover it?” Hizashi’s lips twisted as he leaned closer into his mate’s space.

“I figure it’s easier since I got familiar with the path last night so it’ll be quicker than handing it off to someone new.” Shouta responded easily with another shrug, but he looked vaguely put out.

“Oh…” Hizashi found himself at a loss for words. Normally, Shouta would have noticed his lack of scent by now and commented on it, but it seemed his husband had enough on his mind to be thoroughly distracted.

In fact, he’d already gone back to marking through the last few lines of Kaminari’s paper.

“You got plans for tonight? Going to the radio station for anything?” The dark-haired omega asked absently, tilting his head toward the blonde idly, “I thought we could at least have dinner together before we have to go our separate ways.”

“Er… actually, Shou, I was hoping we could talk about tonigh-“ He was cut off by the staff room door slamming open to reveal Toshinori in his usual oversized yellow suit.

“Good morning, colleagues! I am here!” The blonde man called out, his enthusiastic entrance ruined when he devolved into a rough coughing fit as the door slid shut behind him.

Shouta placed a hand on Hizashi’s thigh, oblivious to the tingling heat it sent ricocheting up the blonde’s leg, as a sign that he hadn’t forgotten they were talking as he turned his attention to the other hero, “All Might, did you bring the training regimes I asked you to type up last night?”

“About that,” Toshinori looked far too sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck, “You see, there was a fire in an apartment building and-“

Shouta waved a disinterested hand and interrupted the older man, “I don’t need an explanation, just tell me you didn’t do it.”

He gave a defeated sigh and turned back to his desk to rifle through a few folders, “I think I have some old regimes that we can use for today, but I’m going to have to type up something new tonight before I go out for patrol.”

“I’m sorry, Aizawa, just let me know what I can do to help!” Toshinori responded as he gave the homeroom teacher an empathetic smile.

The erasure hero’s eyebrows twitched in what Hizashi knew was a telltale sign of irritation before he turned his gaze back to the alpha, “Ugh, it’s going to be a long night. Sorry, Zashi, what were you saying?”

“Ah,” Hizashi bit his lip as shame curled in his chest making it feel like his heart was struggling to beat, “Nothing! Just that, uh, Hitoshi and Eri are having a sleepover in the 1-A dorms tonight so it should be easy for you to focus!”

“Well, thank god for small miracles,” Shouta huffed, shooting his husband an exhausted looking smile.

He ignored the pang in his chest as he nodded faux joyously, slipping away from his husband’s desk and checking over his own to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything before class started.

As the bell rang, he watched Toshinori follow Shouta out of the work room and off in the direction of Class 1-A, his lips twisting distastefully.

An ugly wave of jealousy rolled over him as he watched the older beta continue to apologize to his mate, who looked to be simply brushing off the attempts with a casual shrug.

Fuck, he never got jealous!

But he wanted to spend time with Shouta today, wanted his omega’s attention to be on him and him alone, wanted his omega to take him back to their dorm apartment and-

Yep, nope, stopping that thought right there, he thought pitifully as his confined cock gave an interested throb.

“Soooo,” A breathy murmer over his shoulder nearly had him jumping out of his skin, but the sudden scent of floral cleanliness mixed with alpha pheromones meant he didn’t have to look to know who was behind him, “What time?”

He turned and was met by Nemuri’s piercing blue eyes, already sparkling with amusement as Hizashi frowned at her, “What do you mean ‘what time’?”

She rolled her eyes as though amused but exasperated, “What time is Shouta’s patrol that I need to cover tonight?”

Hizashi stared at her and drew in a slow breath, “Why would you need to cover his patrol?”

“Because,” She placed her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow, “You’re on scent blockers which can only mean that you’re in rut~”

She waggled her eyebrows as she sang the words quietly, careful to not speak loud enough to draw the attention of Thirteen, the only other teacher remaining in the teacher’s lounge.

“Nem...” Hizashi deflated slightly, “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but-“

“Enthusiasm? No idea what you’re talking about,” Nemuri grinned wickedly as she winked at the fellow alpha, “I’m just pointing out that our resident grump has been on edge lately and could probably use a nice night in with his hubby so this is perfect timing!”

Hizashi sighed and tried not to look as pitiful as he felt, “Nemuri, Shouta’s probably not going to let you cover his patrol when it’s a patrol he’s already agreed to cover.”

“What?” She tilted her head at him and blinked in surprise, “Why wouldn’t he? You two always spend your cycles together; it’s unbearably romantic, you know?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had to deal with them alone… this is just one of those times.” Hizashi looked away and shook his head as he clenched his jaw.

With the omega’s departure, Shouta’s scent was fading from the room and he was getting tense again.

“Hiza…” Nemuri was beginning to look vaguely concerned, “There’s no emergency missions or mandatory training camps tonight or tomorrow, so I don’t see why Shouta wouldn’t be willing to take the day off. Did he tell you he couldn’t?”

Hizashi sighed and grabbed his laptop from his desk, jerking his head to signal the R-rated hero to walk down the hall with him, “Well, considering he hasn’t even noticed that I’m cycling…”

“He hasn’t noticed the scent?!” She exclaimed, eyebrows shooting up to her hairline.

“Keep your voice down, we don’t need any little listeners overhearing!” Hizashi hissed as a blush blossomed across his cheeks as he looked around them to make sure most of the students had cleared the hallway.

“Sorry, sorry,” Nemuri lowered her voice again and shot him a sympathetic look, “He’s really so busy that he hasn’t noticed? That’s unusual for Shouta… maybe he really does need that day off if he’s that stressed.”

“But you know how he gets, he’ll only relax when he gets everything done.” Hizashi couldn’t help but pout faintly.

“Bullshit, he would drop everything for you and you know it. It wouldn’t be the first time.” Nemuri shot him a look with a raised eyebrow.

Hizashi couldn’t tell if the words made him feel better or worse, “I know that… I just don’t want him to take time off to see me through my rut only to end up more stressed afterward.”

The other alpha bumped her hip against his as they approached the entrance to Class 1-B, “Listen, I can take his patrols for the rest of the week so he has plenty of time to catch up on work. You two should take tonight and tomorrow off.”

“You don’t need to do that, Nem,” Hizashi rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh please, don’t play coy with me, Hiza!” Nemuri winked at him as he flushed again, “You two have covered my classes and patrols several times in the past for mine or Emi’s cycles!”

Hizashi huffed a soft laugh, “Okay, okay… I still have to get Shouta to agree though.”

“We’re heading over to Ground Beta with 1-A and B after homeroom, right? Talk to him then, I’ll distract All Might!” She answered with a smile, pulling open the classroom door and giving his shoulder a reassuring pat.

Some alphas could be standoffish during rut cycles, but since they were friends in high school Nemuri knew that Hizashi wasn’t like that. He often craved physical affection during his cycle and he was grateful for her attempts to comfort him subtly.

He made it through homeroom with Nemuri’s help as they spent the time explaining to Class 1-B the outline for the training exercise with 1-A.

It was distracting enough that he only flinched a few times when a particularly strong cramp of need would seize his gut.

He was beginning to feel feverish too, which was never a good sign.

He’d been hoping to push through the day without incidence since he had noticed his predicament so last minute, but if he was already feeling this shitty in the morning he was beginning to doubt his prospects.

They hadn’t even entered the internal hallways for the instructional rooms to Ground Beta before he was once again assaulted with the smell of his omega. Summer rain and salty sweat had his pheromones ratcheting up so sharply that he physically jerked, nearly tripping himself.

Nemuri shot him a concerned look, “Are you gonna make it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” He grinned at her reassuringly even as he felt sweat form on the back of his neck, “I’ll be fine, just distracted!”

She hummed and walked on ahead of him, opening the doors to one of the surveillance rooms to reveal most of Class 1-A gathered there already.

“Midnight! And Present Mic!” Midoriya exclaimed excitedly as he spotted them, “Are you also assisting in our training today?”

Nemuri handled the questions from the excited 1-A students as Hizashi guided Class 1-B in and shut the door behind them. The room was mostly dark and he chose to shimmy along one of the back walls over to where he could see familiar droopy eyes and a face half buried into a capture weapon.

He shook his head and smiled, sometimes it was like Hitoshi was Shouta’s biological child.

“Hey,” He whispered as he approached, pulling his purple-haired son’s attention away from where he’d been muttering quietly among his friends, “Where’s Eraser?”

“Not here,” There was an air of apology to Hitoshi’s tone as he tilted his head at the voice hero, “He’s already in a scenario with some of the others.”

Hizashi felt a zing of irritation run through him, but he simply smiled and gave his son a curt nod, “Right, thanks.”

Hitoshi furrowed his brows at him, “You don’t look so good…”

“I’ll be fine, no need to worry, listener!” Hizashi responded easily with a wave of his hand, stepping around the boy and giving him a gentle push back toward his friends as he made his way over to the screens where Recovery Girl and All Might were sitting.

“So, Eraser’s in there?” Hizashi asked as he approached, offering up a bright grin when his two colleagues turned to him.

“Ah! Yes, he’s facing off against one of the groups formed in 1-A; Ojiro, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, and Tokoyami.” All Might said excitedly as he pointed to one of the screens where the aforementioned students could be seen creeping down a shadowed alleyway.

Hizashi nodded and leaned his hip against the table, “That’s a formidable team, quite adaptable. He’ll have his work cut out for him.”

“Yamada,” Recovery Girl’s eyes were narrowed suspiciously and he immediately stiffened, “Are you alright?”

He was thankful that she kept her tone low enough that likely none of the students heard, but he knew it wasn’t a good sign. If she was asking then that meant signs of his rut were showing. It was likely that he was looking flushed and he knew that with how tensely he was holding himself, his discomfort was probably obvious.

Despite that, he nodded encouragingly, “Oh, I’m fine! Just in need of some rest; the usual!”

He winked at her, but it felt empty as he forced himself to keep smiling and she simply raised an eyebrow in return.

Chiyo had worked at UA ever since he was in high school there and she was far too good at reading him and his body language, as she was with the rest of the staff. It was like she had a sixth sense for things and Hizashi had often wondered in the past if it was some sort of secondary quirk.

She let it go though with a simple, “Hmph!” as she turned back to the cameras.

All Might watched the entire exchange with a raised eyebrow, though since the number one hero was an unmated beta it wasn’t likely that he had picked up the subtle hints of Hizashi’s rut without the obvious scent.

He said another silent thank you to his son for reminding him to take those scent blockers a few hours ago.

As he refocused on the screen he realized the training was a form of capture the flag. He had, of course, helped Nemuri explain that to Class 1-B, but his brain was foggy ad clouded in need.

It took every ounce of concentration he had not fall into a daydream about his dark-haired omega.

The teachers were tasked with protecting the flag and retrieving if the students managed to capture it, while the students’ objective was to capture the flag and return it to their own base.

It was a fun, easy, low stakes training session for the young heroes, mostly just meant to be a day of stress relief from the exam sessions.

His eyes darted across the screens as he searched, warmth blossoming across his entire body when he finally spotted the dark figure he’d been searching for.

Shouta looked downright predatory, opting to prowl around the perimeter of the clearing that the flag was staged in rather than defending outright. His body was coiled tight with defensive tension, ready to strike at any moment and his hands were curled around his capture weapon, holding it at the ready.

Hizashi drew in a sharp breath as a thrill rushed down his spine. He wondered what it felt for villains who were on the receiving end of that dangerous grace, knowing how quickly his husband could bring down even the most formidable foe.

Even in the throes of his rut, pride surged his chest at the sight of his powerful mate.

When the students finally attacked, it was with impeccable coordination. They had paired off into two groups, Ojiro and Jirou provided a strong offense while Yaoyorozu held up the perimeter for Tokoyami’s escape with the flag.

Shouta had put them through a struggle and certainly hadn’t let them off easily, but when the victory horn sounded for the students he looked proud as he patted each of them on the shoulder in reward for their shocked smiles.

When the four students and the erasure hero re-entered the surveillance room as the grounds were readied for the next group, Hizashi thought he might pass out from the potency of his omega’s scent.

He knew it was just stronger to him than usual because of his rut, but he had to hold himself steady against the table as a wave of dizziness weakened his knees.

“Excellent job, Aizawa!” All Might exclaimed enthusiastically as the other teacher approached their small gathering.

Nemuri appeared over Hizashi’s shoulder as if summoned and grinned brightly, “Stunning performance as usual, Eraser, absolutely riveting! Now All Might, could you help me go over the other team match-ups for a minute?”

“Of course!” All Might boomed, turning away from the dark-haired omega who shot Hizashi an amused look, lips quirked into a small smile.

Hizashi’s heart stuttered in his chest and then racketed back to life against his rib cage. Fuck, his omega was so handsome.

“But shouldn’t we all go over them?” All Might interrupted his train of thought, tearing Hizashi’s eyes away from the object of his desire to stare at the other blonde, affronted.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Nemuri hedged as she waved a perfectly manicured hand through the air, “You know-“

“Actually, I’d like to go through them as well.” Shouta spoke up calmly as he readjusted his capture weapon, “I’d like to keep the teams as variable as possible.”

“We can take care of that!” Nemuri objected firmly as she shot Hizashi a look, but the voice hero simply raised an eyebrow helplessly.

“It’ll take less time if we split the work. Mic and I will take half the students and you and All Might can take the other half.” He droned as he reached for one of the rosters and pulled it from the R-rated hero’s hands.

“Oh,” She looked vaguely relieved, “That works then!”

“She’s persistent to get her way as usual this morning,” Shouta huffed quietly as he pushed the roster closer for Hizashi to see.

He never looked down at the names on the list, instead enraptured by the proximity of his mate.

The pheromones were driving him wild with desire, but beyond that the sight of Shouta was making his breath hitch. The barest sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair disheveled from the struggle, his hands moving rapidly from leftover adrenaline as he made marks on the paper and drew lines between students’ names.

“Are you paying attention?” His deep voice yanked Hizashi out of his thoughts, eyes widening as they shot up to meet the erasure hero’s curious gaze. His tone hadn’t been accusatory or annoyed, instead it bordered on concerned at the faraway look in the normally sharp-witted alpha’s eyes.

“Yes! Yeah, I think these teams are a bomb idea!” Hizashi said quickly, smiling enthusiastically before he took a small step closer and lowered his voice, “Hey, uhm… can I talk to you really quick? Before the next round?”

“Sure,” Shouta said easily, turning his full attention to the blonde as his eyes narrowed to study the nervous twitch of Hizashi’s hands.

Hizashi bit his lip and tried to think of the best way to word this without just saying the words ‘I’m really far into an unexpected rut and I think if I don’t take care of it soon I might end up in the hospital wing from the side effects, and I want you so badly, but I feel like you don’t have time for me right now and I feel like a huge idiot.’

Because that all sounded a little bit dramatic, right?

“Mic?” Shouta asked quietly, his brows now furrowing in concern though he kept to the professionalism of using Hizashi’s hero name, “Everything okay?”

Hizashi stared into those warm, grey eyes and felt his desperation peak, “Actually-“

“Aizawa!” All Might popped up in between them, physically separating the two of them as he turned to fully face Shouta, “A question on the match up that Midnight and I just devised!”

Hizashi barely had a chance to muffle the instinctual growl that rumbled in his chest at the audacity of the other hero to step in between him and omega like that.

The sound came out garbled and low, and while the other two heroes didn’t even seem to hear it, he looked up to see Nemuri’s surprised, blue eyes and knew she had heard his response.

She looked empathetic, her lips pulled into a small frown at the state he was in.

He shook himself as he tried to reign in control over his instincts, breathing steadily through his nose to calm himself.

As All Might finished his question, and seemed to accept the erasure hero’s answer, he slapped the dark-haired omega on the back and stepped back toward Nemuri who was quick to pull his attention elsewhere.

Hizashi ignored the second wave of hot jealousy that snapped through his already tense muscles in favor of meeting his omega’s gaze.

“Sorry Mic, you were saying?” Shouta asked, raising an eyebrow and fixing Hizashi with his usual deadpan expression.

“Mic! Your turn!” Chiyo’s voice pulled him away from the conversation just as he’d opened his mouth again, and he deflated as Nemuri shot him an apologetic look and mouthed the word ‘sorry!’

He waved a hand as he stepped away from the other teachers, not looking up to meet Shouta’s calculating gaze as he headed for the hallway door in preparation for his match.

He was squared up against a group containing his own son, something that he usually would have found amusing if not for his foul mood. Hitoshi was in a group with Ashido, Aoyama, and Sero. Certainly an interesting pairing, but just as dynamic and unpredictable as the last group had been.

He chewed his lip absentmindedly as he made his way to the clearing, not even flinching when the horn sounded to signal the beginning of the match.

He likely had some time before the students found their way here, so he tapped his foot idly and let his thoughts wander.

Shouts had looked had so good grinning proudly at his students’ last won match. The bags under his eyes were getting to a worrisome stage, but there was sparkle in his grey orbs that let Hizashi know this training was as much a mental relief for him as it was for the students.

As gruff and blunt as Shouta could be, he enjoyed having silly little training sessions like this with the kids.

Hizashi’s chest felt tight with emotion, certainly not for the first time that day, as he fought back a smile at the thoughts of his omega.

He could be thinking of all the dirtier things that he wanted his omega to do to him, the things that his body was physically aching for, but the warm affection was a nice distraction from the nervous need that had been buzzing under his skin all day.

A sound in the distance snapped him out of his thoughts, and he traced it’s source upward easily.

He could see two figures bounding across the rooftops, swinging radically between buildings - Sero and Hitoshi, no doubt.

He didn’t let his attention linger on them though, instead whipping around the survey the edges of the clearing. A whooshing slick sound and suddenly Ashido emerged from one of the alleyways, skating around the edges of the clearing on her acid.

She was gunning straight for the flag, not even sparing Hizashi a glance.

Then a flash of light out of the corner of his eye was the only warning he got before Aoyama’s laser cut through the clearing, leaving Hizashi to hastily dodge.

But the boy’s quirk attack was linear and fairly easy to get out of range from. As he took off sprinting after Ashido to stop her from retrieving the flag, he realized Aoyama had likely been a distraction.

That meant that their real plan of attack to hold him back was likely-

Suddenly an unexpectedly powerful cramp spread across his pelvic region, the fiery pain exploding across his nerves and forcing a gasp from him as he missed a step and stumbled. A strong wave of nausea accompanied it and his arm instinctively wrapped around his middle as he tried to shake away the discomfort to focus.

Alas, he never saw the boot headed for his face before it was hitting him.

He blinked blearily up at the sky from his new spot sprawled across the simulated city street and thought out every curse word he knew in both of the languages he was fluent in.

He had been right, at least, their plan attack had been Sero attacking from above. Not unlike he was used to the way Hitoshi and Shouta attacked during sparring when they were using their capture weapons. Sero had come in for a kick, aiming for Hizashi’s head since he’d likely anticipated the voice hero to dodge easily, as he would have if he hadn’t been so distracted.

He groaned and pushed himself up on one hand, the other rising to ghost over the sore spot on his temple and cheekbone. No blood, thankfully, though he could already feel a sizable knot forming under the skin. That was going to bruise like a bitch.

“Pops?” Hitoshi’s voice held a note of urgency, his brows furrowed in concern as he hurried to the blonde’s side with the other students not far behind, “Pops, are you okay?”

As soon as he was close enough he reached out a hand to help the alpha to his feet.

God, he really, really must not look good if Hitoshi was referring to him as ‘pops’ in front of the other students, something he often refrained from doing out of embarrassment.

“Present Mic, are you alright?!” Sero asked, his eyes wide with concern, “I-I’m so sorry, I thought you’d dodge, but then you tripped and-“

“No worries, guys, I’m okay,” He choked out, breathing in and flinching violently when he caught a whiff of it.

Shit, his rut was so far progressed that his body had made quick work of the scent blockers and his own alpha pheromones were beginning to seep through.

That wasn’t good… he shouldn’t be on campus when he was leaking the pheromones of an agitated alpha in rut. That could serve to irritate some of the third years who had already presented or set off the other teachers. No one would go berserk, but it could certainly mess with others’ psyche.

“Sorry to worry you, listeners, but we’re going to have to cut this session short. I- I need to go,” He said quickly, letting his gaze rest on Hitoshi who had gone tense, “Tell the other teachers I had an emergency to attend to, alright?”

Hitoshi nodded even as the other three students gave quiet, confused noises. He didn’t have time to explain, nor would he, even if he did have the time.

At least being a pro hero, they would likely just think that he got called away on duty.

He didn’t bother to look back as he hurried toward one of the side exits, slipping out carefully and racing back toward the teacher apartments as his confined cock gave an excruciating throb.

Yup. Today SUCKED.

As soon as he stepped foot into their apartment he began to shed his uncomfortable clothes, stripping the fabric away from his over-sensitized skin and groaning loudly with relief.

He was already slick with sweat underneath his hero costume, the cool air of their apartment making him feel instantly less stifled.

Stumbling toward their bedroom and nearly tripping as he peeled off his leather trousers, he took a breath before he removed the strap he’d put on this morning to hide the near constant erection that came with rut.

The rush of blood that raced down to his groin as his cock sprang free was so overwhelming that he had to pause and lean against the wall for moment, feeling light-headed and dizzy.

Fuck, he needed to cum soon.

He was feverish to the touch and cursing himself for being naive enough to try pushing past his limit.

Mating cycles could be notoriously dangerous if left unattended for too long and Hizashi was sure that if Shouta weren’t too busy to have noticed, he’d be lecturing Hizashi for being so irresponsible.

When the head rush passed he pushed open the door to their bedroom, crawling onto their bed. The cool sheets felt like silky ice against his flushed skin and he shivered with relief. He nestled forward into their bedsheets, inhaling the scent of his husband deeply and sighing contentedly.

His entire body was thrumming with desire, head swimming through foggy daydreams of Shouta under him with his head thrown back in pleasure. He imagined Shouta giving him a half-lidded, seductive glare as he instructed Hizashi to fuck him harder, to knot him like they both wanted.

God, he wanted his omega so badly.

His fingers trailed down his chest and ghosted over his pierced nipples before he went straight for the prize. His dick was painfully hard, hanging stiff between his thighs were he crouched on the bed. As soon as he touched it, it jerked against his fingers and a bolt of lust shot through his belly.

He wrapped his hand fully around his cock, giving it an experimental squeeze and moaning when it seemed to impossibly harden more. As he began to move he tightened his grip even more and moaned at the heady desire floating through him, making it feel like his head was stuffed full of cotton.

“Shou~” He moaned wantonly, rocking his hips down into the circle of his fingers. He tightened his grip and gasped as sparks danced behind his closed eyes, his body aching to pop his knot, but without the familiar presence of his husband’s lithe body it felt impossible.

He just wanted to cum so badly...

Hizashi bit his lip and bowed his sweaty forehead onto the bed, tears of frustration gathering in his eyes, “Shouta, omega, pleASE-“

He cut himself off as his quirk nearly slipped out, cursing himself for losing control so easily.

He was a grown ass alpha, he knew he shouldn’t be letting his rut control him like this, but with the constant stress he and his omega had been enduring to hold everything together- for their students, their friends, their family- his skin felt paper thin and ready to crack.

He wished he could feel Shouta’s warm chest pressed against his own, soft skin sprinkled with dark, curly hairs that Hizashi loved to nuzzle into. He wished he could feel Shouta’s muscular legs wrap around his waist and pull him in deeper, wished he could hear Shouta growl dirty nonsense into his ear as he fucked his omega.

Or maybe Shouta would ride him like he’d imagined this morning, teasing him before bucking his hips with wild abandon until he drew a long, knotted orgasm from the blonde.

He loved when his mate was on top of him, staring down at him with that powerful, stormy gaze.

He loved being under his omega or at his feet, looking up at him like that man could rule the world.

Hizashi believed he could.

Shouta was capable of doing anything.

He rolled his hips forward and back desperately, fucking down into his own fist as he tightened his grip to be nearly painful. Yet still, his knot refused to pop and his cock was beginning to feel like it would fall off if any more pressure built up.

“Shit,” He huffed and released the iron grip he had around the base of his cock, “Why isn’t this fucking working?”

His whine was surprisingly quiet in the empty room, only accompanied by the sound of his soft, frustrated pants. Every other breath hitched as tight desperation gripped his chest and stole his breaths.

He felt like he was dangling at a tipping point, about to lose his grip on his control. He wanted so badly to just snatch his phone and call his omega to him, but he knew Shouta was just too busy today.

He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip, refusing to let the tears that were pinching the corners of his eyes escape.

With a shaky sigh, he pushed himself over onto his back and shimmied up the bed, wrapping his hand back around his erection and twisting his fist around the head as he stroked desperately.

“C’mon,” He pleaded with the open air, tossing his head back, “Please, please~”

His hand was a blur on his dick, stripping the feverish flesh as a nearly anguished whine was torn from his throat.

The wet sound echoing through the quiet room was obscene and despite his inability to cum, his dick apparently had no issues with leaking copious amounts of precum.

He was panting roughly by now, breaths hitching in tiny, desperate whines as he jerked his hard member.

He needed his mate so badly that it fucking hurt, he needed-

“Oh, alpha...” The words had his head shooting up, wide green eyes brimming with tears at the sight of his beautiful, commiserative omega standing in the entrance to their bedroom with furrowed brows.

“Sh-Shou!” His body was torn between opposing desires, part of him wanted to race across the room and ravage his husband, but an equal part of his mind cowered in humiliation and barely resisted the urge to conceal his naked desire with the blanket beneath him.

Shouta gave him a soft look, “Zashi, love, why didn’t you tell me you were in rut?”

Even as the words left his lips he stepped further into the room, already lowering the zipper on the front of his tracksuit.

Hizashi’s mouth watered as, inch-by-inch, the black tracksuit folded open to reveal pale, rippling muscles. His omega truly was a masterpiece, body solid and built from hours upon hours of diligent training.

Shout tilted his head at him, “Toshi told me I ought to come after you, though he didn’t really need to tell me to since I already was… the look on your face… I thought maybe you had gotten really hurt out there.”

“I-“ Hizashi’s voice was rough in his throat, struggling to form words, “I, ah...”

His mouth moved silently for a moment, gaping like a fish out of water as he tried to speak, but instead what left his lips was a needy whine as Shouta shimmied out his hero costume to fully reveal his slender, fit frame.

The dark-haired man gave a half smirk as his boxers quickly followed the discarded costume and he climbed across the bed on his hands and knees, coming to settle just at Hizashi’s thighs as he raised an eyebrow at the blonde’s angry, nearly purple cock.

“Baby?” Shouta’s grey eyes flashed with concern as he tilted his head, “Are you okay?”

The question was like a breath of air for a drowning man, the alpha’s mouth moving before he could even consider what to say, “Shouta, please, please I need you so badly, my beautiful omega-“

Shouta’s eyes widened a fraction at the string of pleas spilling from his alpha’s lips, shushing him quietly and quickly taking the other’s cock into hand.

The flushed flesh was unbelievably hot to the touch, slick with the globs of precum made to ease the mating cycle, “Fuck, Zashi, how long have you been in rut?”

Hizashi screwed his eyes shut and pressed his head back into the plush, cool pillows even as he canted his hips upward into his husband’s relieving touch.

He shook his head, feeling the same shame from before bubbling in his chest.

“Alpha? Baby, answer me.” Shouta stroked his cock steadily, using his free hand to slip behind himself and press two fingers into his own already slick hole.

It wasn’t hard to get wet when their bedroom was already saturated with the smell of his husband’s rut, alpha pheromones making him feel hot and restless as his own member began to swell against the blonde’s thigh.

“I-I don’t know, thought I was just being e-extra excitable yesterday then this morning I-I couldn’t get rid of...” The voice hero’s cheeks flushed and he gestured half-heartedly to his throbbing erection, the head now turning a dangerous shade of purple as Shouta’s gentle hand stroked him placatingly as he prepared himself.

Shouta cursed quietly, “Zashi if you think you were already in early onset when we showered yesterday, that… that’s over twenty-four hours.”

Despite his usual nonchalance, there was surprise in his voice.

Most alphas would have been inconsolable by the fourth hour of rut without release, but leave it to his amazing, gentle alpha to keep pushing through the misery with a smile.

Pulling his fingers out and deciding he’d just have to deal with the burn, he held his alpha’s cock steady and lowered himself down in a smooth, graceful motion.

He groaned as he savored the familiar stretch, feeling his heart throb when Hizashi let out a nearly pained sob.

“Fuuuuu-fuck, Shouta! Yes, oh my god YES!” Hizashi didn’t even have the awareness to care when he bit his lip hard enough to bleed as he fought against the desire to just thrust up roughly into the tight heat sinking onto his cock.

The last thing he wanted was to accidentally hurt his omega or make this painful.

He could feel his control slipping as his fangs elongated in his mouth and he felt the unsurprising tickling behind his eyes that indicated his jade green irises had morphed into his lycan form’s intense, crimson ones.

It wasn’t the first time that a few of his features had shifted during rut, his human form and his lycan form intermingling dangerously as he lost himself in blind lust.

Shouta gasped and let out a small whimper at the sight of his husband’s control slipping, thankful that his alpha had the wherewithal to resist thrusting up before he was ready, “Ungh you feel so good, alpha… why’d you put up with rut that long without t-telling me?!”

Hizashi shook his head and groaned when he felt the omega’s ass cheeks settle against his pelvis, his cock finally fully engulfed in the delicious wet heat of his omega’s hole.

Searing pleasure crackled under his skin and he took what felt like his first complete breath in the past two days, though it was still shaky and strained.

“I-“ His heart pounded in his chest and he forced his eyes to remain open and fixed on the dark haired man, “You already have s-so much on your plate, Shou, I didn’t want you to f-feel like you had to- to take care of me too- I… I didn’t want to w-waste your time!”

He cut off with a needy sob as he felt hot tears slip down his cheeks.

It was too much, everything was too hot and too good and too much.

He felt ashamed as the tears continued to run down his cheeks, worried that he was ruining what had already barely been a moment, but he was overwhelmed by the deep relief of having his cock finally sheathed inside of his omega even as his chest grew tight with emotion.

“Shhhh, Zashi, alpha, I’m here now,” Shouta continued to roll his hips in a sensual rhythm as he dropped his head down to rest their foreheads together.

His dark hair seemed to form a makeshift curtain around their flushed faces, “I’m sorry alpha, I should’ve noticed, but I was too distracted. You’ve been needing your omega to take care of you, haven’t you?”

His apologies seemed to hit home as Hizashi gave another twisted sob and surged forward to kiss him, sharp teeth clacking against Shouta’s own slowly growing fangs when their mouths fell open and their tongues tangled greedily.

He always lost a little bit of control when Hizashi did, unable to keep himself from falling into the sensual trance of his alpha when he saw the blonde’s intoxicating red-eyed gaze.

Hizashi seemed only half-lucid, his eyes hazy with pleasure as he gave a low, growly moan and rutted up into his omega in short, desperate thrusts, “Yes, please, needed you, my omega, my sweet omega~”

Shouta felt warm pride bloom in his chest at the words, thrilling under his alpha’s praise as he rolled his hips languidly. He ground down onto the other’s cock, biting his lip through the pleasure as the head of the other’s cock rubbed his prostate. His own cock twitched at the sensation, already achingly hard.

Hizashi’s hips jerked upward, driving his cock impossibly deep into Shouta who let out a surprised yelp, “Fuck, alpha!”

“Ohhh god, you look so good, Shou, so fucking beautiful, omega,” Hizashi’s voice was rough and deeper than usual, reverberating through his chest in a low growl as Shouta ground down into him.

“Shit, you’re already knotting,” Shouta stuttered out, though given how long Hizashi had been in rut neither of them should have been surprised that it would only take a few thrusts.

Hizashi’s eyes rolled back as his knot locked him into place inside of his omega, cumming hard with choked shout of his mate’s name as his grip on the other man’s hips tightened, “Oh fuck, Shouta!”

He moaned weakly through the aftershocks, cock jerking inside the tight, wet heat as he came twice in quick succession.

The second wave of orgasmic bliss wasn’t as strong as the first, but still caught him by surprise as he let out a startled groan and squeezed his eyes shut. Shouta’s hole felt like it was filled to brim with his hot release, though the omega was thoroughly plugged by his knot so that not a drop escaped.

“Holy shit,” Shouta breathed, one hand reaching up to tangle itself in Hizashi’s messy blonde locks as the other teased one of Hizashi’s pierced nipples, “That… is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

“Nngh,” Hizashi gave a high-pitched whine as he finally felt his knot finish expanding, the pressure at the base of his cock feeling unbelievable as a tremor wracked his slender frame, “F-fuck…”

Shouta let out a little huff of breath, almost a laugh, as he let Hizashi shiver through the aftershocks in silence. The alpha flexed his hands against the other man’s hips and ground upward the slightest bit with another moan as his dick spasmed one last time.

Finally Hizashi seemed to relax, his tense muscles loosening as he went practically boneless against the bed and drew in a deep breath.

“How do you feel?” Shout asked softly, ducking his head to meet his alpha’s ruby eyes which appeared clearer than before.

“Better,” Hizashi sighed contentedly, shifting his hips a bit and reveling when the omega’s hole tightened around his knot instinctively, “So much better… Shou, I… I’m so sorry, I should have told y-“

“You’re never an inconvenience to me, Zashi.” Shouta interrupted him gently, “Don’t ever think that. I may be a hero and a teacher, but I’m not the only one out there. However, I am your only mate and I enjoy spending your mating cycle with you. I know you’d do the same for my heat, I know you’d drop everything, so never doubt for a second that I wouldn’t do the same for you. You are worth every minute of my time. Always.”

His soft reassurance had more tears forming in Hizashi’s eyes, which he tried to hide by turning his head to the side but that only succeeded in allowing the tears to escape and slip down his temples.

A firm grip on his chin forced him to meet his mate’s eyes again as Shouta gave him a half smile.

Trying not to jostle the alpha’s knot, still thick and buried deep inside of him, Shouta leaned down carefully to catch him in a slow, lazy kiss. Their lips moved in tandem, tongues tangling together in a languid dance that had Shouta sighing happily. As he pulled back he smiled fully at the flushed, dazed look of satisfaction on Hizashi’s face.

“Love you…” Shouta murmured in a low, gruff tone as he wriggled his hips teasingly.

Hizashi bit his lip, this time careful of his fangs, as he grinned dopily up at his husband, “I love you, Shou, god… you’re amazing, you know that? So, so good to me. Mmm, I… feel like I should make it worth your while.”

He raised an eyebrow as his hand trailed down between them to grasp Shouta’s member, long elegant fingers wrapping around it and sliding smoothly from base to head with a delicious twist of his wrist.

“I wouldn’t say no to that,” Shouta responded with a sly little smirk before his lips parted in a breathy moan as Hizashi’s pace quickened.

The blonde ground his hips up carefully, knowing that his inflated cock was pushed right up against the omega’s sensitive prostate as he swiped a finger through the delicate pearl of precum that had gathered in the dark-haired man’s slit.

Shouta braced his hands against the blonde’s tensed abdomen and groaned wantonly, “A-alpha… I won’t last long…”

“Let me make you feel good,” Hizashi responded breezily, continuing to carefully roll his hips upward and jack the omega’s cock at an almost leisurely pace.

The flesh was hard and hot against his palm, making him lick his lips and wish that he wasn’t trapped beneath the shorter man. If he could, he’d let Shouta cum in his mouth like he had the day before.

“Zashi~” Shouta panted, his eyelids drooping and his tongue darting out across his lips as he whined, “So close…”

“I love when you cum on my knot, Shouta, it feels so good.” Hizashi said in a low, steady tone.

He knew just the right words to send Shouta barreling over the edge, “You make me feel so good, omega, no one else can make me feel the way you do…”

Shouta’s eyes flashed possessively and he let the hand that had been toying with the blonde’s hair fall to grip the voice hero’s throat tightly.

He wasn’t squeezing and Hizashi could still easily breathe, but the pressure was unmistakable as his fingers curled around his mate’s throat.

“Mine,” Shouta growled as he bared his fangs threateningly, “You’re my alpha!”

“Yours,” Hizashi agreed, feeling drunk with pleasure as he murmured the words and tightened his grip on Shouta’s cock.

Two more firm strokes and a twist over the sensitive head were all it took for Shouta to reach the peak, spilling his hot seed across Hizashi’s hairless abdomen with a throaty moan of the blonde’s name.

Shouta’s aftershocks didn’t last nearly as long as Hizashi’s had, the dark-haired man blinking as he slowly took his hand away from the blonde’s throat and arched his back slightly to stretch. His spent cock dribbled out one last drop of white cum onto Hizashi’s tanned skin as he hummed pleasurably.

“Worth it?” Hizashi asked jokingly as he wiped his hand against the sheets. There was no point in trying to not make a mess. He had already sweated quite a bit on the linens and inevitably Shouta was going to leak when his knot deflated.

Not to mention the fact that they were likely to go for several more rounds over the next twelve hours.

“More than.” Shouta answered as he carefully extracted one of the pillows from it’s case and used the small cloth to wipe away the mess spanning from Hizashi’s belly button to his pectorals.

Once finished he threw it onto the floor, not caring where it landed as he took equal precautions lowering himself against the alpha’s chest to nuzzle into the place where his neck met his shoulder, only hissing once when Hizashi’s knot tugged at his rim unpleasantly.

“Round two after a nap?” Hizashi asked softly, raising a hand to card through Shouta’s soft albeit messy locks and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his omega’s head.

“Mmm,” Shouta simply gave a sleepy hum in response, that could honestly have gone either way, but Hizashi knew it was one of agreement.

With his body finally temporarily satiated, dull pleasure vibrating beneath his skin, and Shouta lying on top of him like a human furnace, Hizashi let his own eyes slip closed with a small smile.

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