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In an Alpha dominated society, Omegas cannot become prohero’s without a bonded mate.
They are allowed to become educated for the role, but is expected of them once they graduate to find a bonded and begin their career only after that to ensure their ‘uncontrollable’ heats do not disturb their work. Once bonded, an Omega will only enter heat twice a year.
Neito has read through the rules for Omega heroes many, many times. He would stare at them with blank grey eyes until he eventually closed it and let his anger simmer under the surface of a polite smile.
Most Omega’s don’t pursue heroism. Partly due to the rules in place, and partly because it was a harder field for them. Most Omega’s who join to become proheroes go into healing, like Recovery Girl.
Neito was one of three in the hero course himself. Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka were the only Omegas besides him. The rest had been Betas, or Alpha’s.
Izuku never spoke of getting bonded before graduation. He just said he planned on being a hero no matter what when Neito had spit the venomous question at him with a cruel smile.
He was lucky. He had reputation. An Alpha willing to bond young. Katsuki had staked his claim as soon as he could admit his own feelings.
Ochako had looked hurt when he asked her. Timidly, she had admitted she didn’t want to think about it. That she was bidding her time in hopes her reputation as a hero in training would earn her a decent suitor. One who she would grow to love.
She was luckier than Izuku. Found her perfect mate after two years of being oblivious to him being so close by. Rich, handsome, fair. Iida was the perfect Alpha for the outgoing Omega, and encouraged her work to no ends. She would raise through the ranks as fast as her zero gravity could take her.
Neito had graduated a month ago. His skin itches every moment he was away from his future, his destiny.
It wasn’t fair. He had promised to prove them all wrong but he couldn’t. He didn’t care for being stuck with an Omega-hating asshole at one of those god awful mixers. He didn’t care for being strapped to a half-ass Alpha.
More than anything, he couldn’t stand not being a hero. After all he did to get this far, he deserved this. Yet he was left in the dust of all his classmates.
He’s calling the most recent contact on his phone without a second thought. The only Alpha in his contacts.
“What do you need, Monoma?”
“…Let’s go for drinks tonight. Indulge me, Hitoshi.”
“I have work tomorrow.”
“It won’t be much. Come drink.”
“…I’ll bring them to your place. Seven o’clock.”
“You’re such a dear. Don’t want my poor Omega self in a bar?”
“You’ll scare away the company before I do, and you know it.” Hitoshi chuckled. “I’ll see you then.”
“Bye bye.” He sing songed and ended the call.
He needed himself an Alpha. And he was willing to do whatever he needed to get a decent one.
——————
Hitoshi is an Alpha. He isn’t as broad as some, but he has the presence of one if you get on his bad side. Most would assume he was a Beta unless they pissed him off.
As much as society insists Omega’s are the ones weak to Alpha’s, Neito knows otherwise. Where Omega’s were often physically weaker under their pheromones, Alpha’s were emotionally.
Neito isn’t proud of how easily he manipulates them, even some of his own friends. But they make it easy. They’re lenient on him despite his sometimes awful personality.
Neito is awful more than sometimes. He’s awful when he sits Hitoshi down on his lounge, when he wears only a nightgown before someone who could easily take advantage (he never does, he never does and it pisses him off), when he coaxes him to drink more, more, more…
He’s barely buzzed by the time Hitoshi is flushed, purple eyes soft and hazy, body relaxed. He’s so far away, smiling softly into space, that he doesn’t notice when Neito removes his scent patch, when he comes close and scratches at Hitoshi’s.
Just a waft of it makes Neito shiver, growing hard under his satin white grown, the fabric sticking to the back of his thighs as he pushes his scent out to his friend.
“You smell…good.” Hitoshi mumbled with furrowed brows, turning to him. He stares at the bare skin of his neck, eyes unfocused, and Neito smiles sweetly like a docile Omega should.
“Do you want to smell more?” It’s soft, enough to drag Hitoshi’s attention back to him, and the Alpha hummed.
“Yeah.” He places his half empty cup onto the table, never moving his eyes from the Omega. “Yeah, come here.”
Neito has to fight his grin of victory as he crawls into the Alpha’s lap.
“Is this better, Hitoshi?” He gets a grunt and nose pressed against his gland. Nuzzling for more, lazy hands cupping his hips and squeezing, curving around to the back of his thighs.
His fingers touch sticky, clear slick and a growl tears from his friends chest. Neito holds back a flinch as Hitoshi’s smell got stronger.
He can feel his own inhibitions clouding and tries to remember. It’s okay to let go. This was the plan. He needs this to happen.
It still feel terrifying to let his rational mind slip away, to let the desperate Omega come forth. The one that wants to submit, the one that wants to be taken.
“For me?” Hitoshi’s voice is a rasp, breath smelling of alcohol and the room filling with his powerful pheromones. His smell is like burning wood and a touch of honey; it shouldn’t mix but it makes Neito melt.
“Omega…” Neito wants to hit him for calling him a designation instead of his name, but he doesn’t. His feelings don’t matter right now. He needs a bond. It’s his ticket to the life he deserved.
Hitoshi’s mouth is hot on his throat, fangs scraping skin and tongue tracing the apple like he wishes to sink his teeth into it.
Neito took his hand from his thigh to his ass, guiding clumsy fingers to his hole. He’s leaking everywhere, a heat-worthy amount. But he’s still coherent to an extent, aching but not burning.
Hitoshi grips him possessively when he tries to move.
“I can’t present for you here, Alpha. The bedroom.” He insisted and despite the rumble in his chest, Hitoshi let’s him up, watches him walk before stumbling after him. Neito keeps a close eye. He can’t have him too inebriated.
He sheds his nightgown with ease, tempting the hungry Alpha who responds in kind, shedding his shirt.
Hitoshi kisses him before he even gets to the bed, greedy hands squeezing all the soft parts of his body, forcing himself into the Omega anyway he can. Neito moaned, tangling his fingers into mauve locks and leaving no room between them.
Their teeth almost crash together when Neito’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, toppling with Hitoshi in his grasps and for a moment it’s like they’re just inexperienced high schoolers.
Neito doesn’t get that though. He spent high school dreading the moment it ended, the moment he went into the world and was denied everything he wanted because he had to depend on another for it.
Depending on Hitoshi will be easier. He just hopes he will forgive him when he wakes up tomorrow.
Neito moaned as slim, calloused fingers slipped into his hole, fucking it, stretching it, making him gasp and whine for it. He doesn’t know if he’ll regret giving his virginity up like this, but it doesn’t matter. At least it’s his friend. His best friend.
“Ahhh…H-Hitoshi…” Neito clenched around the digits. “Hurry up and put it in, dumb Alpha.” He complained, cheeks red.
“Brat…” Hitoshi mumbled, eyes focused on his slim pink cock even as he unbuckled his belt. Neito rolled onto his front, shifting to his knees for Hitoshi. Nothing drew an Alpha more crazy that an Omega presenting for them.
This would guarantee his plan.
Neito squeaked as a hot tongue lapped at his hole, blush travelling down to his shoulders and chest.
“Q-quit that, it’s dirty…” Neito complained, yelping when sharp fangs nipped at his ass.
“Taste good.” Hitoshi dragged his tongue along his winking hole, cleaning up the smeared slick from his taint and balls, purring the entire time.
Neito buried his face in his sheets. He had expected the wham, bam and done. He hadn’t expected for the Alpha to play with him like this.
“A-Alpha…” He pleaded in his sweetest voice and received another nip for it.
“Roll over.” Neito felt offended that his efforts of presenting was being ignored. He growled to himself as he flipped over, gasping as he was pulling down against a large bulge, blue-grey eyes growing wide at the blown purple eyes staring right back. A thin string of drool falls onto his chest, slow like a spider dropping from a web string. Hitoshi’s sharp fangs stretch beneath his upper lip and Neito can’t explain the shot of heat at the dangerous sight.
“Pretty…” Hitoshi growled, lowering his lips to a pink nipple, flicking it with an evil tongue as Neito shuddered.
“N-not there…” He whimpered, trying to suppress how shaky his voice was. His chest was sensitive, too sensitive, Hitoshi couldn’t tease him like that…
When he tried to wriggle, strong hands clamped on his waist — thin, bony hands but so, so wide, thumbs touching on his belly — and a sizeable fang nipped at the sensitive bud.
“Toshi! Toshi, no, f-fuck, d-don’t—“ His lips shook as his eyes welled with overwhelmed tears, mind filled with fuzzy warmth as the Alpha’s cruel mouth tortured his chest.
When the first tear falls, it’s like the Alpha smells it, tearing his mouth from a red nipple and staring at Neito. There’s a hint of clarity there and Neito panics.
“Alpha, Alpha, fuck me, please.” He begs, reaching between his legs to pull Hitoshi’s underwear down. He flushed.
‘Big…Big. Big, big, big, want it, want it, want it, big Alpha, strong Alpha will give strong pups.’ He barely catches the tangent of his inner Omega, drooling over the cock that makes his look like a toy.
He curled his legs around Hitoshi’s waist and ground his slick lower half against his cock.
“Take me, Alpha.” He purred, forcing his enticing scent towards the Alpha; sweet condensed milk and fresh honeysuckle. That clarity is filled with lust, heat, and Neito cries out when he’s shoved full of hot, heavy cock. He moans like a harlot, and probably looks like one, but he doesn’t care.
All he cares about is that Hitoshi — Alpha, Alpha, Alpha — is splitting him open like he wanted.
“Omega.” It’s a rumble so loud, deep and possessive as it rattled through the Omega.
Neito’s tears fall again when he feels an orgasm forced from him, head thrown back and eyes wide, white streaking his stomach with a soft sob.
“Omega…” It’s softer this time, a nose nuzzling his throat as he tries not to sob like a bitch in heat as the Alpha fucks into him at a brutal pace.
Was it always like this? Was this why Omega’s fell before Alpha’s so eagerly? For this mind-numbing pleasure, the complete loss of ownership to their body in that moment?
Neito’s chest swells with a sob, trying not to taint his smell with his own anxiety.
He doesn’t want to rely on this. He wants Hitoshi to fuck him forever. He only needs this to be a hero. He wants to feel this way forever. He hates losing his thinly veiled control. He wants to hand it all over to the Alpha.
He loves this.
He hates it.
Never stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
“A-Alpha!” Neito sobbed as his sweet spot was rubbed and jabbed, lighting his body up with every brush. He was going to cum. He was going to cum on an Alpha’s cock.
“Mon…Omega…” On Hitoshi’s cock. Hitoshi would be his Alpha.
Because Neito needed him to be. Even if it meant trapping him, tying him to Neito for good.
Neito didn’t need to wait for the perfect one, true love, he didn’t have that kind of time or belief to spare to that foolish notion. He just needed Hitoshi’s bite.
Even if Hitoshi would hate him after, he needed this.
Hitoshi cursed and Neito bit back a gasp as the swell of a knot slapped against his ass, squeezing his eyes shut. His body ached for it, but outside of heat, it would hurt more surely?
Neito cried out as Hitoshi groaned and shoved him onto his knot; the stretch too much for just a moment before he was simply too full, whimpering as cum flooded his insides.
“H-hot…” It was so hot in his stomach, filling his belly as his cock dribbled against it, spent. His mind is too hazy to remember when it happened, too cozy in the scent of the Alpha, his flushed body.
His whole body tingles, even his toes. He gasped softly as the Alpha licked at his throat, tilting it for the man. His Alpha wanted to bite him…ahhh, he’s so lucky…
Neito flinched when teeth sunk in, crying out and tears pouring down his temples at the pain. He never had the best tolerance for it.
But the soft licks to the bleeding wound feel good, feel like comfort. He wrapped his arms around his Alpha, eyes drooping as he’s enveloped by purple hair and lithe muscle.
A small voice insists he’s safe, and he trusts it as he drifts off.
——————
When Hitoshi wakes up, it’s to a headache so foul he almost pukes right then and there.
Thankfully, he’s dealt with plenty of concussions and manages to swallow the urge down. God, work would be awful tonight with this hangover.
The first thing he notices besides the awful amount of morning sunlight, is the naked body being adorned in said light.
The second thing he notices is that he’s also naked. And when he looks at his best friend laid out before him, curled up and hair mused, he notices the puffy eyes and deep bite in the side of his neck.
Hitoshi almost hurls again when he realises he can taste the blood in the back of his throat.
His stomach roils for different reasons when Neito’s eyes flutter open and there’s a tinge of anxiety in the air coming from the Omega when his eyes land on him. The way he shifts away, covers himself like he’s ashamed.
Hitoshi wants to puke, wants to choke on it and die. Because he’s pretty sure he raped his best friend and forced him into a bond.
He always thought maybe one day, if he could get the guts to court him, but it’s ruined now.
He raped Neito. Bonded him to him by force. He wants to blame his intoxication, but drunk words, actions…they’re just sober thoughts, aren’t they?
“H-Hitoshi…” Neito looks nervous, fidgeting with his blanket. “I-I—“
“I’m sorry.” Hitoshi bowed his head, his entire body, to the blond. “I’m so sorry.”
“W-what?”
“Please forgive me for…for doing what I did. I can’t even remember I— I’m so sorry, Monoma.” He means it. He wants to cry at the thought of making the blond cry, those puffy red-rimmed eyes taunting his mind.
He thinks he may recall a scream, a cry, but it’s jumbled and makes his head ache. All he knows is he hurt him.
“You…don’t remember?” Neito murmured, sounding shocked.
“I wish I could. I— I wish I could just so I could suffer with the guilt first hand but I…I’m sorry.”
“Hitoshi…”
“I’m sorry I— I raped you — bonded you. I-I’ll take responsibility. Report me, send me away, I understand.”
“…You bonded us. I couldn’t send you away even if I wanted to.” Hitoshi winced at the words.
“I’m sorry.”
There’s silence and Hitoshi swallows in the heavy guilt in his heart.
“Hey…Did you know Omega’s can’t go Pro without an Alpha?” Hitoshi rose his head in confusion and stared at the solemn expression the blond wore, staring at his lap. He brought his knees up under his chin and hugged them.
“I’ll forgive you. If you promise to keep being my Alpha on paper. Move out of your shitty hole in the wall. Live here. I have a spare room. You won’t have to help me with my heats, or scent me too much. I just need your name on the paper, on the lease.”
Neito glanced at Hitoshi with blank blue-grey eyes.
“Take responsibility by letting me live my life how I see fit, Alpha.”
Hitoshi swallowed hard.
“I…Of course. I may as well make the best of this after…”
“Don’t feel guilty. You didn’t hurt me much…Just do as I ask. Okay?”
“…Okay.”
How could he say no?
He doesn’t even want to.
——————
It’s been a year and a half. Time flies so quickly.
After that night, they drift into friendship with ease again. Yet…there’s this wall, this denial of instinct that makes them both keep an appropriate amount of distance.
Hitoshi keeps to his underground work. Neito has finally won his place in the hero society despite his peers words. He stands proudly amongst them, even on the days he’s harassed by knothead Alpha’s.
They pray Hitoshi doesn’t catch them in the act. The worst result was a broken nose and bruised throat. The Alpha couldn’t speak properly for almost a month.
It was the most peace Neito ever got around him. He didn’t bother him again, and a few other Alpha’s took the warning given. Hitoshi is protective of his Omega — protective of the one he failed to protect from his own Alpha.
Neito is…happy. Sometimes. He’s happy that he’s finally got what he wanted. The needed Alpha, the dream job, his best friend in reach at all times. He’s never lonely with Hitoshi returning home to him most nights, even with his bruised up face and shit eating grin.
The weight of Hitoshi’s actions weigh on the underground hero heavily. Sometimes its easy to forget how Neito became his bonded. They slot so easily together in all ways that isn’t touch that it’s easy to forget that Neito doesn’t love him like a bonded should.
When he remembers, it’s a crater in his chest. It’s easy to lose himself in work when it becomes too much to deal with the witty Omega.
Neito’s own guilt is a bud in his chest that closes up during some days and springs out with sharp thorns on others. He knows his lie burdens Hitoshi. Wishes it didn’t. Yet after so much time, he can’t just come out and say it.
That Neito was the selfish one, not Hitoshi. That he got the man drunk, practically raped him by enticing his Alpha and encouraging him to bond with him for his own benefit. Then he continued to benefit off his Alpha’s misery.
Neito knows he’s not a good person. But he’s a good hero, and he likes to think it makes up for some of the despair he’s caused them both.
Neito stared at his suppressants and sighed, shaking another out. Bonded Omega’s don’t take suppressants unless they have a medical condition that requires they do. When you’re not bonded, your heat could be triggered with ease. It’s why suppressants were created, to help the younger generation.
Once you’re bonded, your heat is usually biannual unless you have a Prime Alpha partner who could trigger it whenever they pleased.
Neito’s avoided his heats entirely. He knows it’s not healthy. It’s bad for his body, but he wants to ignore it for as long as possible.
Because he knows. He knows he’ll beg for Hitoshi, his Alpha, to help him, burden him again. He promised he wouldn’t, and he would stick to his word.
Technically, the means he got his suppressants was illegal, and avoiding his biannual heats for so long means he has to take them more often than necessary to avoid going into a heat at random.
His agency doesn’t ask why he hasn’t taken heat leave before. They don’t really care. They’re just happy to have him working as much as possible.
Neito is happy for it too.
Neito tipped back his head to take the pill, water brought to his lips. He coughed when there was a knock at his door, choking on the water and heaving it back up onto the carpet. He cursed at the door opened, stepping on the pill and pushing the bottle behind his books.
“Are you okay? I heard you choking.” Hitoshi came closer, fretting as he always did. He wiped his wet chin with his sleeve like he was a child and Neito blushed, coughing behind his hand.
“Y-you surprised me, idiot. I choked on my water.” Neito grumbled and Hitoshi laughed.
“Not so graceful now, huh, Neito?”
“Jackass.” He shoved him. “What do you want?”
“I’m getting takeout, what do you want?”
“Hm…the usual from the Chinese place.”
“Are you feeling unwell?” Hitoshi frowned.
“Huh? Why would you ask that? Do I look sick?” Neito huffed with a pout. Hitoshi chuckled.
“No. But Chinese is your comfort food. You want to talk?”
“…I’m fine. Thank you though.” Neito’s heart fluttered. Hitoshi picked that up? Since when?
“Okay. I’ll get your usual. Don’t die before dinner, yeah?”
“Fuck off.” Hitoshi’s low laughter disappeared behind the door and Neito smiled a little before he looked down. He rose his foot and cursed. The pill was crushed and half dissolved from the water.
He grabbed his bottle for another. If Hitoshi knew he was taking these he’d flip. He had studied a lot more about Omega’s since they began living together. It was thoughtful, really. All Neito had to do was ask him to leave for a few days and he believed Neito had dealt with his heat in that time.
Neito frowned when his hand remained empty. He peered into the bottle and felt his heart drop.
He had finished the bottle. Shit. His usual supplier usually sent it to him on the Friday of the week he’d finish his bottle. There was a number of pills, take one a day.
His new bottle wouldn’t arrive till Friday. Two days away. He should be fine going without two pills, right? If his heat did come, he’d just send Hitoshi away and hope for the best.
“It’ll be fine…It’ll be fine.”
He hoped it sounded more convincing out loud than in his head.
——————
It was not fine.
He thought missing two was fine. He didn’t realise even missing one would make his body act out, suppressed for so long.
He woke up in a puddle of his own sweat and gasped for air, skin feverish beyond anything he’d felt before.
This didn’t feel like burning. This felt like lava. His punishment for refusing his body it’s natural cycle. He cried into his pillow as his stomach cramped, slick soaking between his legs and the sheets, completely unprepared. He felt too weak to move and his toys were on the other side of the bed. He hadn’t prepared anything to eat, drink…
“No, no, no…” He whimpered into his pillow, hugging it to his chest. He needed the comfort. Needed something. He needed…
“‘T-Toshi…” He whined softly, smelling his own distress in the air. It was sour like curdled milk. He buried his nose in the pillow in hopes of escaping it.
His head was spinning. It was still dark out, his alarm clock showing it was barely past midnight. He needed to tell Hitoshi to go. Stay elsewhere. It doesn’t matter if he faked his heat only two months ago. He could make something up later.
He fumbled with his phone, the bright screen burning his eyes as he tried to find Hitoshi’s contact. His stomach cramped once more and he groaned, kicking his blanket off to try and cool his body.
“Toshi…Toshi…” He mumbled as he found his contact and fumbled with the message button. His phone buzzed with a phone call and he cursed. Fine. Fine, fuck you, universe, he’ll tell him in words to fuck off.
“—Eito?” Hitoshi’s voice is rough with sleep and his body reacts like it’s been smacked, jerking and gasping as his cock rubbed against his sleep pants, slick gushing from his ass.
“Neito? What’s going on? Are you alright?” Hitoshi asked, voice growing more alert, concerned.
“He—“ He panted out the hot air, choking on how stuffy it felt in his throat. “Heat. You— You gotta go.” He whimpered, a wave of fever running through him. He felt so lightheaded.
“Your heat? That’s not for another four—“
“Toshi, please.” He whined, unsure if it was a come or go request at this point.
“…Okay. Okay, do you need anything before I go?”
“W-water, some sna—Ah!” He held his stomach as the cramp knocked the air from him. He choked on a sob. It hurt so bad.
“Neito?!” There was rustling and Neito’s chest shook with a suppressed sob.
“I-I’m fine, c-cramps.”
“They sound really bad, Neito.”
“I’m f—ngh, I’m fine. Go, Toshi.”
“Neito…” He sounded like he was pacing before he stopped, Neito panting against the receiver with his eyes shut as he tried to relax through the pain. “Let me help you.”
“N-no.” He wants to scream yes, beg him to stay, help him, fuck him, but he can’t.
He doesn’t deserve it. This was his burden. He tricked Hitoshi from the beginning, made him believe he did something unforgivable, he deserved to suffer alone through his heat. He promised.
He won’t ever force his Alpha to help him through his heat, no matter how much he wants the Alpha to pound the pain away, breed him the way his heat addled brain craves. Not when he already forced his hand with the bond.
“Neito, I— I know I’m probably a bad memory—“
“I-I don’t care! I-it’s not like that I—… I p-promised.” He sniffled. “Promised I w-wouldn’t ask that o-of y-you.”
Hitoshi is quiet on the other end as Neito whimpered and whined quietly.
“…if you can prove you’re fine, I’ll go.” He hung up and Neito’s eyes fluttered in confusion, another wave rocking through him as he fisted his sheets.
“H-hurts…”
The new scent of campfire and honey filled the room and Neito couldn’t even find the strength to sit up, yell at him to leave.
“Nei,” Hitoshi knelt besides the bed with wide eyes. They’re dilated, he’s obviously effected from the shake in his voice, but he’s fairly calm as he places a hand to his head. “You’re burning!”
“Hito—ngh!” He curled deeper into his feral position. “H-hurts.” He squeezed his eyes shut tight.
“Nei…God, please let me help you.” He sounds distraught and Neito shook his head with a groan.
“N-no. I—I deserve t-this.” Tears spill over and Hitoshi’s heart clenches in his chest.
“…I’m sorry, Neito.” Hitoshi sounds like he means it when he stands from his crouch and looms over the blond.
“Toshi…”
“I’m sorry.” He’s removing slick soaked bottoms with ease, the Omega too weak to fight back, and disgust at his own arousal piles bile in his throat.
“N-no…”
“I’m sorry.” It’s not hard to move his legs apart; he’s shining with slick, staining the sheets and Hitoshi is throbbing in his boxers at the sight of his pink hole.
“S-stop it, T-Toshi,”
“I know, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He pressed the blonds knees to his chest, limber and flexible under his Alpha’s hands. It makes it easier to fish out his cock and press the tip to the soft hole, to glide it inside with little pain.
He’s whispering apologises all the way to the hilt, soothing the Omega’s whimpers, kissing away the tears on the blonds blotchy cheek before he’s buried his face against blond strands.
Neito is tight, hot around his dick, and he never wants to leave. He knows this isn’t for him though. This is for Neito. Neito needed him right now.
All that pain, Hitoshi would make it better, even if Neito hated him after.
His Omega has the sweetest voice, pitched mewls and pretty moans as his cock dragged out of those tight walls and shoved back in, aiming for the special spot that makes Omega’s go wild.
“D-deep, T-Toshi, n-no more,” Neito sobbed, flush down to his chest, sensitive nipples rubbing against the Alpha’s loose cotton shirt.
“I know, just a little long, I’m sorry.” He never stops his string of apologises, tries to shove the guilt down as he takes care of his Omega; this is his responsibility, making sure he didn’t suffer like this during heats. A heat so bad he couldn’t even fight Hitoshi.
No wonder he was reduced to tears by it all. Even now his skin is sweltering against Hitoshi’s.
“Ah, n-no…s-stop m-moving…” His head is a mess, Hitoshi’s making him a mess. If he keeps moving, Neito will surely lose his mind, become no better than a whiny sleeve for his Alpha’s cock.
Ah, that sounds nice, Neito could stop thinking if Hitoshi made him his cock sleeve. His Alpha could fill him cum again and again, it would be amazing…
Neito’s eyes rolled back as he came, spitting white over his stomach. He was still hard, heated body insatiable as Hitoshi rammed into him again and again.
“T-too much…” He came too much, why hasn’t his Alpha? Hitoshi needs to fill his belly, breed him full, he wants to carry his pretty purple eyed pups.
“Almost done, p-promise, promise, I’m sorry.” His voice is ragged, sharp fangs brushing his ear, and Neito is on the verge of cumming again from that alone, tongue lolled out and drooling like the cockdumb Omega Hitoshi was making him become.
“T-Toshi, Toshi, Toshi!” He clamps down on his cock when he cums again, mewling as his cock wilts partially. He’s so sensitive all over, every thrust like a hair trigger.
“Fuck, almost, almost, Nei.” He can feel his Alpha’s knot bumping against his hole and Neito feels an orgasm ripped from him as it fucked into him and locked, arching into his Alpha.
He sobs when he feels cum fill him — Alpha, Alpha’s gonna make me round with his pups cause I’m a good Omega, Alpha — the heat diminishing to something bearable as the pair pants like they’ve been holding their breath underwater.
“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, Nei, ‘m sorry…” Hitoshi mumbled, unable to leave the floating Omega with his knot locking them together. He licked at the bond mark, trying to sooth any stress that may come.
He never wanted to take Neito by force again. Yet here he is, having forced himself on the Omega who had been suffering the worst fever and cramps he’d ever seen. He had to be him. All he can do is apologise.
Neito sobbed and Hitoshi felt his heart break in his chest as he tried to push a calming scent towards the Omega’s sour scent that flooded the air.
“Neito…I’m so so—“ Neito covered his face, hiding it from the Alpha as he hiccuped.
“I-I used you…I used you again, I’m s-sorry…h-hic— Hitoshi.” Neito wanted to die. It had been bliss until reality came crashing in. He didn’t deserve Hitoshi, not like this, not at all. He had coerced him with his body again, continued to lie and lie to save him own skin…
“What do you mean?” Hitoshi asked softly, so close, still inside. Neito deserved the punch if Hitoshi dealt it.
“I—I was the one who did it.” His chest shook. “I-I was the one who g-got you drunk. I-I took a-ad-advantage of you. J-just so I could be a h-hero! I-it’s not f-fair! I just wanted to b-be a hero besides e-everyone…” Neito babbled.
“I w-wanted it to be you if I h-had to. I w-was gonna tell you but — you gave me an out! I let you take the blame! I—god I’m an awful friend, awful awful awful…I couldn’t stand the thought of it not being you…You’re the only Alpha who understands me.”
Neito removed his hands, shiny blue-grey eyes streaming with tears as he looked up at Hitoshi’s wide eyes.
“It had to be you. I’m sorry, Hitoshi. I’m just…a big liar. I-I couldn’t lose you.”
“Do you…love me, Neito?” The blonds eyes widened.
“W-what?”
“After all this time. High school, living together, being bonded…After all the trouble you went through for this ruse. Do you love me?”
Neito’s lower lip trembled as he found himself nodding slowly. It only makes him cry harder.
“I-I’m sorry. I used you — I used your guilt as an excuse to t-trap you into m-maybe one day loving me back. I’m sorry, A-Alpha.”
Hitoshi just smiled.
“I love you too.” Neito’s face went lax with shocked, tears running down his face, and Hitoshi kissed each one away. He can feel his knot deflating, and he rocks it out of the Omega slowly. Neito clung to him, trying to keep him inside as he cried, trembling and whimpering.
“D-don’t go. Please d-don’t leave me.”
“Shh, I’m not leaving.” He murmured, slowly fucking his cum deeper into the Omega as Neito looked up at him through blurry eyes.
“Please don’t stop, d-don’t stop,” Neito’s chest jumped with a sharp sob. “D-don’t stop l-loving m-me. E-even when I’m s-so r-rotten.” He begged.
Hitoshi cooed at his tears, thrusting harder to be a little mean. There’s a anger deep in his gut, but it’s overshadowed by the need to sate his Omega, to really claim him as his. No more distance, no more lies.
Neito was his.
“I love how rotten you are, baby.” The Omega whimpers at the pet name, relaxing into the sheets as he’s fucked — no, it’s soft, gentle, this feels like love making not something animalistic — by his Alpha.
“Use me all you want, Omega,” He grinned sharp fangs at his lover. “I’ll fill your every wish and desire.”
“Alpha…”
“But. No. More. Lies.” The Omega shivered at the terrifying growl.
“No more. ‘M sorry.”
“Good Omega.”
“Good Omega…?” His eyes go hazy and it’s the prettiest sight Hitoshi’s ever seen.
Yes. He was the only Alpha who understood Neito. He would be the only one to see this side of him, and he’d be the only one to sate the needy, lovely Omega and love the greedy, rotten man.
Neito would be lucky to have him.