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The cold started on an ordinary day in August out of the blue.
Todoroki wasn't used to this type of cold, a sliver of ice seeping striking him in only the briefest moments only to return back to normal. It was odd, nothing to be too concerned about, but odd none the less. It wasn't…. bad, only different so he decided to purge it from his mind. He got cold all the time with his quirk but all he had to do was balance it out with his other side. No big deal.
But it continued.
For a while it, was even just that, a breath of cold air that was only just enough to be noticed. Then it started getting stronger after a few days, colder and colder until Todoroki had resigned himself to pulling out the jacket that matched his uniform that next week. He didn’t wear them often but he did have a range of jackets for colder weather that got thicker as needed for when the snows fell in the winter. This light one was tight, and didn’t hamper his movements as the others did, so he didn’t mind wearing it if it helped out this- whatever his body was doing- thing.
He wondered if it was his quirk that was malfunctioning. It hadn’t done this before or if it had, it’d been when he was young. Memories of that time wasn’t something he liked to think about his memory of early quirk use was hazy. Making frosty patterns on his mother's palms was one thing, this ache in his bones was another.
It still wasn’t bad enough to check out with a doctor, he just started to combat it with more warmth to keep it out. It did help, like a blanket against the growing cold, but even then he felt lukewarm instead of normal. Until that too stopped working and he just had to tough it out.
Midoriya- bless his observant heart- noticed a full week before anyone else. He pulled him aside after a battle, hand large and warm on his arm even through the jacket. “Shouto, are you alright? That shudder?”
“Just a cold,” he said smoothly. And he wasn’t lying, just not fully explaining. He was literally cold, but it was nothing worth his friend had to worry about.
Looking concerned, he accepted the excuse even if Todoroki knew he didn't believe it for one second. They were close enough that he knew when not to push too far, but even now he could feel the other's eyes roaming him- no doubt taking his costume change into account.
Midoriya was both the most observant and empathetic Omega Todoroki knew while also being so completely oblivious.
He had been home that night an approximate twenty minutes before there was a knock on the door, and a starstruck delivery man was handing him a carton of noodle soup and a large jug of tea. He didn’t know how Midoriya had these connections for discreet and fast delivery but he had learned not to question it anymore.
Todoroki took them and went back inside, ignoring the goosebumps on his arms. Snapping a picture with his cell phone, he sent off a message thanking him for the meal. The soup didn’t even have steam rising from it by the time he sat down but it was still warm against his palms.
The next to notice was Ojirou, the tailed hero being the one to be present during one of his full body shudders. He kept his feet underneath him luckily, but he knew it was too much to excuse this time as just a passing wind blowing through. The Beta had more sense on him to stay calm in the face of danger, but he still was empathetic enough to express his concern for his former classmate- now fellow hero.
“But you’re not worried about it?” Ojirou asked once they had stopped, the other convincing him enough to take a small break, pulling him to the leeward side of the wind. It would have helped if Todoroki had even felt the wind through the cold inside his own body.
“No, my quirk is ice, it just must be a quirk bug.”
Ojirou didn’t look any more placated. “Are you sure? A doctor would be able to tell you what’s wrong most likely.”
He knew that, of course he did. Justifying a doctor's trip and taking time out of his hero work…. the lash back his father would give back wasn’t worth worrying about a cold, even if it was annoying him.
“I’m fine.”
“Will you go if it gets worse?” Ojirou asked solemnly, eyes intent on his. The grip of his hand was steading but not too tight, not too much pressure.
No, he wouldn’t.
“Sure.”
Accepting that, they continued to walk. If Ojiro started to watch him more carefully the next week when he was partnered with him, it was of no concern of his Todoroki told himself. There was nothing wrong with him, he was just a little cold.
It was on a night of sweltering summer heat, Todoroki finally accepted defeat.
After work many of their friends went out to a bar deep in town, one cloaked and known for its patrons who just wanted to get away and be anonymous. Naturally, it was popular with heroes seeking away from fans and paparazzi as well as the unfortunate seedier dwellers of the cities underground. It wasn’t a mix that he tended to like so he politely declined every time they offered.
He kept his same decision this night as well, ready to go home to his now routine nightly ritual of a scalding hot bath to make him feel a semblance of normal, lotion to moisturize the skin that was drying out so painfully and then bed, a mix of electric and wool blankets.
His shopping list had gotten stranger in these hot summer months so he tended to order most of it online. The delivery people couldn’t judge him if they didn't know what was inside.
This night however, an excitable Kirishima linked arms with him and dragged him out the door as soon as he was dressed back in his civilian clothes. Todoroki was then informed that he was indeed going out with them and no, it was not an option.
Trying not to show it, Todoroki felt his skin crawl. Luckily he had much experience masking unwanted and pesky emotions from showing, and no one noticed, even if Kirishima didn’t let go of his arm the entire ride there. As they disembarked, he was passed to Shouji, a much smarter decision considering how many arms could keep ahold of him should he decide to make a break for it.
Not like he would, the idea of running right now really wasn’t an option he was willing to do right now. Standing for the ride pressed against the chattering bodies on the rather full train, Todoroki was still freezing. He knew he was shaking even if it wasn’t super noticeable. Shouji’s arm loosened every time a wave went through him but he just watched him carefully, saying nothing.
His discreteness was appreciated, his silence even more so.
Their small bubble of silence burst before they had even gotten into the club. Todoroki liked his friends even if they were very chaotic, but sometimes their energy level just went off the chart that he couldn’t follow. He didn’t have that sort of energy even if he was feeling himself and found the whole thing rather boring.
He debated on asking Shouji to let him get away from the loud music he could already hear from behind the closed door of the bar when another booming voice caught his attention and his desire to leave suddenly vanished.
“KIRISHIMA! HOW ARE YOU? GOOD TO SEE YOU MADE IT!”
Kirishima nearly bounced over, shouting at the top of his lungs as well. Todoroki couldn’t move, his limbs were locked together and he frantically clung to his icy demeanor.
Well shit.
“INASA! GREAT TO SEE YOU! I SAW YOUR FIGHT FROM LAST WEEK, YOU BLEW THEM SO FAR I THOUGHT THEY’D NEVER COME DOWN!”
Todoroki had seen that fight on the internet too. He’d actually been there too but he knew what part Kirishima was talking about. Inasa had blasted some very poorly informed burglars so high in the air they landed with a crash two blocks down next to where Todoroki had been passing over a bridge. It wasn’t until they pulled a gun that he acted, freezing them solid where they floated and left it to Inasa and the police.
He was cold and had wanted to get home but Inasa had tried to rope him into conversation with heaps of praise for his actions on top of all if it. It was nearly impossible to not get sucked into Inasa’s atmosphere, he was magnetic and cheerful. It’s not that he didn’t want to see him, quite the opposite really. It was more on the end of too much social interaction than he was capable of right now and Todoroki left without a word. He knows he upset the Alpha but from looking at the grappling hold Inasa and Kirishima had on each other, he had gotten over it.
But he had wished he had stayed.
His eyes drank in Inasa’s form gratefully now at least, goosebumps echoing up his forearms that he rubbed at distractedly. The muggy outdoor had him dressing accordingly, a tight tank top that looked like it was poured over him. It was a good look, emphasizing the hard planes of his chest and the thickness of his…. well, everything. Todoroki rubbed the heel of his hand into his chest, frowning slightly at the wave of cold that accompanied his wandering thoughts. He neglected to notice Inasa’s eyes on him until he spoke.
“SHOUTO!” he said loudly, a big grin coming over his face.
Heart racing, Todoroki lifted an arm in what he hoped was a casual wave. “Yo.”
The smile only grew bigger but Inasa was soon swarmed by the rest of their group, severing their momentary connection. Shouji let go of his arm then, and at Todoroki’s inquisitive look, said, “I don’t think you’re going to run off now.”
Was he really that transparent? He tried very hard in fact to not show his preferences for the tall, dark, and strong Alpha. It wasn’t that he didn’t like him because he did, the things he felt around Inasa were things Todoroki hadn’t felt for another person before, sharp, wild emotions that clawed at his skin in an attempt to surface. He pushed them down, down, and down still in the effort not to constantly make his desires known. How he would slide his much smaller hand up Inasa’s broad arm to his neck and pull him down for a rather inappropriate display of affection as he pressed himself against him.
No matter what he felt, the disapproval and anger of his Father was not to be trifled with even as an adult. Todoroki had heard Enji say on numerous occasions that Inasa was too soft and boisterous to be a good Alpha-- he only prescribed to the theory the more forceful and loud an Alpha was, the better he would be.
It was an archaic thought but it proved to a tee Enji’s feelings on Bakugo. That had abruptly changed however when Bakugo and Kirishima got together as a very out and public Alpha coupling. It wasn’t ‘proper’ for the older generation, unable to move on from their stubborn societal roles. The rage his father went into was something to behold and not wanting to repeat it, not wanting it to be targeted it on him, Todoroki shoved his desires deep down where no one could see, and kept it contained down there by avoiding as much contact as he could.
Even as an Omega, he ‘couldn’t have’ an Alpha like that.
It still didn’t stop him from feeling it though, turning his eyes away from the happy hugging group he wanted to be a part of- equally not wanting anything to do with it at all.
Inside was even worse but at least no one expected anything of him really except to physically be there. It was easy to stay sitting in the booth they had snagged, a circular table in the dark that was secluded enough that he could try to relax. He had one drink on the table, half of its contents in his stomach already in a desperate attempt to warm his body. He hadn’t tried alcohol yet for such use because of the potential downward spiral, but it warmed his stomach at least.
The others had no such qualms, and why would they? Pounding drink after drink, this was the perfect way to shake off the stress of hero work and lose the inhibitions in a crowded mess on the dance floor. It was hard not to register the freeing feeling that he could tell they were enjoying. He skipped these outings a solid 95% of the time but resigned himself to watching his friends dance.
Kirishima and Bakugo went hard as usual, no surprise that their intense but competitive relationship would also echo to the club scene, their dancing getting more explicit with every step. Turning away his gaze away for privacy, he tried to watch all of his friends in their enjoyment but the more he looked, the more drunken and inappropriate revelry he saw.
Kaminari was nearly bent over the back of some poor girl as he ground against her but from the way she was responding in kind, he doubted she minded one bit. A quick glance at Midoriya and Uraraka had a lot of tongue, and Iida managed to get sandwiched between two women, his hands steadily roaming in an uncharacteristic show of public indecency.
Todoroki was suddenly very glad he was alone at the table at the reminder that yes, his friends had the ability to go out and grind and get drunk and not have to worry about potential actual punishment for something that was their personal choice. His own thirst was unattainable but theirs wasn’t. He removed his hands from the cheap polyester he was sitting on and let the flame in his stomach burn brighter the more his thoughts leaned towards the explicit. Both the urge for wandering hands on his own body and the consuming need for a very hot bath was making him shake. This was not working out as planned.
Arousal didn’t warm him up aside from the warmth of the blood rushing, if anything it made him even colder. His nights in bed alone had lead to healthy experimentation but each time was the same, cocooned in woolen blankets all around him, only one name falling from his lips amidst the groans and frantic fingering. No matter how hard he tried, the more he sweated, the heat stayed no longer than usual exertion to set a chill even further.
It was endlessly frustrating and Todoroki took another drink sullenly.
Just the mere thought of Inasa crawling into bed with him, looming over his body with that worshipful, hungry look he imagined him in those dizzying dreams of his had his veins burning.
Although it hadn’t worked with any of his friends so far, Todoroki found himself wishing that Inasa could try to warm him up, he knew Alphas ran hot. If the literal furnace of Kirishima’s prolonged touch from the train wasn’t enough to get a reaction, he wasn’t sure what would. He was willing to let Inasa try.
A dick might, maybe a tongue.
Todoroki stayed seated defiantly, glaring at the table, willing his ice to stop from spreading as his mind spun. The warmth flicked for a moment, heating him then retreating as if punishing him for the thought. His stomach twisted and he sneezed, immediately wrinkling his nose at the very uncomfortable feeling of powdery ice in his nasal passages. That was very unpleasant, was he literally growing ice inside of him.
“Bless you,” said Inasa from the front of the table, launching another unexpected spasm of cold through Todoroki’s entire body. “That didn’t sound fun.”
The Alpha took a seat, eyes never leaving him and sliding to join Todoroki in the back of the booth. He could have stayed near the edge, or even the middle instead of moving until he was directly next to him- Todoroki could viscerally feel the heat radiating off of him. How odd.
“It’s fine,” Todoroki said automatically, the excuse rolling off his tongue like instinct. “Just a cold.”
Inasa frowned at that, leaning around in his space to get a look at him closer. “If you’re sick why did you come tonight? Are you alright?” Todoroki held his breath at the assault of tasty and very close Alpha on his senses. “You don’t look feverish?”
The sharp tang of pine and concern washed over him. Fuck, it lit up too many places inside of him and Todoroki felt the chill creep higher.
“Whoa, are you alright?” Inasa said, eyebrows drawing together. His voice lowered, still loud over the booming music and against his ear. When did he get so close? He found he couldn’t move, body frozen and tense as Inasa reached up to press a hand flat to his forehead.
At the touch, Todoroki’s eyes rolled back in his head at the heat, branding his skin with heat like he hasn’t felt in weeks. His arm gave out shaking uncontrollably, head lolling to the side as he gasped for air. “Shouto?? Hey, hey are you alright? Shouto?”
He registered panic pressing onto him but he was far too preoccupied with the overwhelming heat of Inasa’s skin. Why was he so hot? This was obscene, it felt like rolling in velvet in a warm room on naked skin. It felt like a luxury that he had never felt before and he dove eagerly into it. He started to lean to the side, mouth going dry as he lost his balance in chasing the heat only for it to rise up to meet him.
Inasa grabbed his shoulder in one big hand that had Todoroki moaning in delight. He didn’t even feel this warm in a bath of actually boiling water and yet with two touches, Inasa was melting him entirely. Without thinking, Todoroki rolled his head completely to the side, presenting to the Alpha as his forehead hit the seat between them. Inasa’s scent changed then.
“Shouto, hey speak to me? I’m going to call someone, just hang on.”
At that, Todoroki forced himself to speak- word could not get out he was ill. “No wait,” he slurred. “Don’t-- don I’m juss fine.”
“This isn’t fine!” protested Inasa. Todoroki rolled his head back enough to meet his eyes. They were wide, looking down at him with enough concern to make his stomach roll in contentment. “What happened, y-you’re freezing!”
“ ‘S just a cold is fine.”
To his own ears it sounded fine, didn’t sound like much at all above the beat of the music and his own heart-- or wait, was that just the music?
Cradling his head gently, Inasa lifted him higher to an upright position, arm over his shoulders in an attempt to keep him straight. It was easy, too easy, for him to be manhandled in his boneless state. It was all he could do to just repeatedly shake his head as Inasa’s mouth moved with no words coming out.
He looked worried and felt amazing. Todoroki ignored the shakes to his body to lean into the fire burning him up, burying his face to Inasa’s shoulder. A deep breath of air filled his lungs and it was mostly pure scent, concentrated essence of Inasa and a hint of whiskey to burn its way smoothly down his throat.
Safe.
Warm.
Closing his eyes, Todoroki decided that this was an excellent way to warm up, what had he been worried about again? This was so good, everything he needed. Where had he been all his life?
After another sniff and a half-hearted wiggle closer, Todoroki lost consciousness.
He awoke in a bright white room, strapped to a bed and the cold stabbing viciously to throw his body into spasms. His quirk was already active his entire upper half cracking the thin layer of frost over the clothes he had been wearing at the bar. He couldn't breathe, there was only shooting pain and the chattering of his teeth.
Something was wrong.
There was a shout and the blur of people crowding over him. They spoke to him, a blur of words that sounded underwater, too muted to register in his ears.
Where was he? What was happening?
The slamming of the door registered and he flinched instinctively, shutting his eyes against the assault but he was only subject to a breeze, one that cut through the ice with warm spice that forced oxygen into his lungs.
Todoroki gasped, chest seizing and arms flailing from their clenched position before he registered the calming air had stayed with him, blowing his crinkled bangs from his face before there was a massive hand hot on his chest, ignoring the crunch of the ice.
“Sleep.”
And so he did.
As it turns out, he did not have a cold.
When he had awoken again, wrapped in heavily scented - pepper? sage?- electric blankets, he was able to blearily listen to the doctor who was waiting by the bedside.
He was sick, a common illness that occured in people who were too touch starved, especially for people like Todoroki it turns out. Omegas were a social group, they needed the comfort and reassurance of a mate and a pack for their actual health. It wasn't unheard of for Alphas and Betas to be afflicted as well, but this was treated as an Omegan concern first and foremost.
And Todoroki had it.
If left untreated, those Omegas with quirks would lose control of their powers slowly but surely as it raged on uncontrollable inside their bodies. The illness would start to amplify as it tore him apart with his own powers- his apparently selective temperature moderation was causing him to freeze without his control. Because of such power, it was almost impossible for him to self-regulate, which explained the failed attempts to warm himself.
However, he was too far gone for the normal treatment for more mild cases. He would need assistance.
With a pitying look on his face, the doctor looked him in the eyes and told him he needed some sort of a bond with an Alpha to fix this. It couldn't be a friend or packmate, his extreme case needed a more…. intimate solution. The nurse at his side was so red she had to turn away, embarrassment radiating off of her in a way that irritated Todoroki. If anything, he was the only one in this room allowed to be that uncomfortable.
“How intimate?” he asked, jaw locked tight around the words. The cold was at bay but only just, his entire body locked tight and cold under the swaddling. He couldn’t move to itch at his forehead.
A hand above his head reached down and did it for him without prompting and Todoroki sighed in relief. At the simple touch, his jaw unclenched and lungs swelled.
“You need uh, an Alpha,” the doctor said looking pointedly looking at something behind him looking a little nervous. “An Alpha you respond to. A… compatible Alpha.”
“How compatible?”
At his words, the doctor refocused on him. “Sexual and romantic attentions are a base start, treatment works best if such feelings are mutual but it can work one sided. You also both have to be compatible as a cellular level, a more primal aspect of such a case requires a suitable mate and well, what that mate can provide.”
“P-provide?”
“At least you don’t have to worry about that,” the doctor said cheerfully. He didn’t want some stranger getting intimate with him. That was absolutely not in his plans. The fingers he forgot were on his temples started moving again at his spike of anxiety that somehow forced him to relax again. “You seem to have the perfect Alpha already, you should recover in no time.”
Following the hand up, Todoroki saw the wrist, the arm, the shoulder, and then finally the reluctant smile of Inasa looking down at him. “I promise I’ll take good care of you!” The Alpha said reassuringly. “If I can help you in any way I will! So if you will, please accept my ejaculations!”
At this point, Todoroki decided that yes, he really was sick, but that this fever dream was really undoubtedly cruel.
Somehow even more crazy than having to hear the only thing that could make him healthy again was his not-so-secret crush’s knot and cum inside him, was the image of said crush in nothing but a pair of cartoon patterned boxers and holding a tea kettle quizzically in his apartment. “And it whistles when it’s ready?”
“It’s not hard, it's just tea,” Todoroki said slowly from the heaping pile of blankets on the couch where he had been dumped. Okay not dumped, settled rather painstakingly before Inasa had gone to strip in preparation only to get distracted by Todoroki’s incessant shivering. So he insisted in that very moment, trying to warm him up with something else first.
He was nervous.
“Are you sure I can’t just microwave the water?”
The idea gave Todoroki such a headache that when he frowned in displeasure, he sneezed violently. Inasa took one look at the dangling frozen snot from his nose and set the kettle on the stove with a decisive slam that hurt his ears.
“Stove it is then,” he said cheerfully and turned the stove on with a click, flames low and flickering.
He stood and stared at it, smile frozen awkwardly on his face before he took the hesitant steps towards the pile of blankets he’d amassed from Todoroki’s own bedroom to keep him any semblance of warm.
“What?” Todoroki grumbled.
Inasa pressed his lips together in a firm line. “I’m… not sure how to do this.”
“What, are you a virgin?” Todoroki asked bluntly. The blush that glowed on his face answered his question well enough, and Todoroki sighed. This was a very bizarre dream, usually Inasa was very enthusiastic about fucking him, experienced but careful. The Alpha as he was now was going to take a lot of wrangling. “I’m not judging you.”
“I know that!” Inasa spluttered. “It’s just that--”
Unphased, Todoroki continued over him. “It’s fine, I need you to get off, my pleasure isn’t important in the--”
“YES IT IS,” Inasa shouted taking him by surprise. “I DON’T WANT TO MESS THIS UP, I CARE VERY MUCH FOR YOU AND WANT THIS TO BE A GOOD EXPERIENCE, I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS A LOT AND IT SHOULD BE GOOD AND NOT ABOUT YOU DYING IF I MESS UP!”
Todoroki’s jaw closed with a clack that shot through his jaw. Well then. He’s thought about this a lot? His body twitched at the thought of Inasa dreaming about fucking him, filling him, buried so deep inside him that he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Oh no wait, that was him, ice in the lungs, right.
“I’m not going to die,” he said, trying to be reassuring. Well, as reassuring as a person could be in this situation. “That’s why you’re here to…to….” Could he even say it? That Inasa was only here to literally fuck him back to health?
Looking just as torn, Inasa finally too a seat on what remained of the couch space and started to peel back the layers covering Todoroki. It was honestly pretty amazing how the open air did nothing to his body, but the feeling of Inasa’s hand through three blankets was enough to have him shuddering from the slight warmth.
He stopped, looking worried. “Did I hurt you?”
Todoroki shook his head in a few short jerks. “Feels good.”
“I thought it was cold? Doesn’t that hurt?”
“No, your hands,” he said bluntly, pushing his own shakily out from where they had been bundled. “I like your hands. You’re hot.” It was obvious by the way Inasa flushed that he took a different meaning to the words. They worked both ways of course, but neither of them commented on it as the Alpha hesitantly started working, too slow for his tastes.
He forced his body into movement, ignoring the screeching of his muscles and started to kick the blankets free sluggishly. With every movement came a new shudder and a particularly hard one had him falling headfirst towards the floor. “Careful!” Inasa said loudly, catching him by the shoulders.
“Yes,” Todoroki gasped, the heat soaking into the sore muscles of his upper body. With one hand it covered much more of his shoulder blade than he had imagined. “Touch me.”
With an audible gulp, Inasa leaned him back up and lifted him square out of the blankets. It wasn’t a far distance, but once Todoroki’s legs hit Inasa’s own, he went boneless, draped over Inasa’s bare chest.
It was like his own personal heater, feeling ten times as orgasmic as sitting in a bath or even in a hot spring. Todoroki’s mind grew clouded as his body heated, slowly, melting him into a state of compliance that kept the shudders from wracking his frame. Inasa’s hands slid the length of his torso repeatedly in an attempt to soothe or raise his temperature-- he didn’t know, and he didn’t care.
His bones were still frozen solid, aching, a cold center to the onslaught of heat. “More,” he gasped, his head smoothing against the skin in front of him, nosing blindly in a pale attempt to seek out comfort.
Inasa complied eagerly, sliding Todoroki’s shirt off his head to the floor and lifting him easily to slip off his sweatpants. Sliding his fingers forwards to reach his slit, Inasa pushed in one solid finger. It didn’t not feel good and Todoroki whined, body clenching around it as the shudder returned, he needed more and now.
“You aren’t wet, I’m not doing this right, shit I don’t want to hurt you!” Inasa rambled worriedly.
His finger withdrew to his complete dissatisfaction but stayed to rub between his lips soothingly, occasionally returning to ghost over his hole. It made him no more wet, but he couldn’t find it in him to move, the low buzz of pleasure making it at least tolerable. A high pitched Omegan whine crawled out of his throat in lieu of a response as his brain hazed over for a frightening moment.
“Are you alright? Should I stop?”
It took all of Todoroki’s energy to say, “Lube,” before his mouth fully relaxed, his jaw loosening to hang open. With a start, he realized he couldn’t move his limbs or his neck anymore but in a frantic moment, his fingers still responded to curl over Inasa’s ribs.
WIth a start, Inasa stood and with the tremor that accompanied it, he set Todoroki carefully down back into his blankets. “Right, I’ll get it. You stay put, I’ll be back.”
Like he could move anyway, but it was a nice gesture he supposed, he was nice like that even in such a strange situation. When they said this would get bad, Todoroki didn’t know he’d basically become paralyzed. He’d have thought that touch starved would be the opposite, making him extra clingy but instead he just was becoming a puddle- he urge to present for Inasa surfacing again.
By the time Inasa came back, Todoroki couldn’t move at all-- his leg was cramping from how he had slid down towards the couch but he couldn’t find it in him to be mad. He was freezing, skin pebbled with goosebumps so sharp but his jaw couldn’t chatter, there was simply no energy left. Todoroki was distantly aware of how vulnerable he was all of a sudden as Inasa came back looming into view over him. If this had been some stranger, he’d have been at their mercy and used without care.
Inasa cared possibly too much, but the gentle way he picked him up was good and placing him in his lap, back to chest was extremely soothing. His legs were pried open, draped over Inasa’s own to expose him to the open air and the hungry gaze of the Alpha behind him. He petted his inner thigh with his fingers, sending tremors up his spine in an electrifying way instead of agonizing. There was a squeak as the lube cap popped off, and Todoroki watched as the thick lube was squeezed out into Inasa’s palm.
The doctor had warned them this might happen, that with the sudden deceleration of control of his stimulation, Todoroki might need encouragement in order to make their coupling as painless as possible. The red-faced nurse had taken Inasa out of the room and as Todoroki seized from the lack of warmth, the doctor tried to explain how it worked. They were only gone for a matter of minutes before Todoroki had encased his right leg in a solid block of ice that crept over his hip, thus proving their point yet again.
There was a reason quirk illnesses were so dangerous. With this sort of disruption, it was unlikely that the afflicted Omega wouldn’t be able to become aroused enough to allow penetration. The solution? Specially made lube, an especially viscous version that was mixed with the musk of the prospective partner. Apparently, it worked wonders with the hormones- especially on Omega’s- allowing both chemical relaxation and a well lubricated means for treatment.
The treatment that happened to be cock.
A cock Todoroki could feel under his ass that pulsated warmth that he couldn’t move closer to.
Palming Todoroki’s crotch, Inasa liberally covered his entire mound, pressing down in a wet mess that squelched to fill every crevasse. His clit stirred to life, filling and hardening in a valiant attempt at arousal that the heel of Inasa’s hand encouraged messily.
The next press inside him slid home like a dream, tingling and smooth, and as the pace quickened, so did the heat. It wasn’t hot per say, but it was welcomed warmth, sending his groin into a frenzy. Inasa’s finger was thick, larger than his own but small enough it still felt like, well, a finger.
The second and third fingers went in without much trouble now that the lube was in use. This was better, this was thicker, and a haze settled over his brain. He was warm, he truly was- limbs gooey and content. It felt good to be filled after so long of the cold deep inside him.
“Is this good?” Inasa asked carefully. “I’m not hurting you am I? You’re so tight.”
Unable to answer, Todoroki just looked on with glassy eyes. No, he wasn’t hurting him. Yes, this was perfect. Yes, he needed more.
Inasa took a deep breath in the silence that was only punctuated by the slick sounds of fingering, and the huffs Todoroki was making in response. The ticking of the clock in the hallway echoed loud, matching in time to the pace of Inasa’s thrusts. They pressed deep over his inner walls, probing and searching so very gently in a way he never dreamed possible.
With little fanfare and a choking whine, Todoroki came.
His release did the trick and he could feel it dripping out of him in earnest now. Once Inasa removed his fingers, he could feel slick pour down his ass and to the floor, a near silent drip that repeated until Inasa’s own deep rumbling drowned it out.
With hands rubbing his splayed thighs, Inasa nuzzled Todoroki’s exposed neck in murmured praise. “You did so good Shouto, see you’re getting better already.” His only response was the throbbing of Todoroki’s hole and the slight intake of breath he could afford. “So good for me, all opened up and ready.” His voice got progressively deeper, cracking once as he peered over his shoulder to watch his cum fall to the floor.
Todoroki had never watched himself drip like this before, preferring to clean up immediately after climaxing to get on with his day. Inasa seemed to be prepared to take it slow, reaching to press down again with one finger and rumble at the obscene way his hole gaped open after only one orgasm. “ So good….”
The glob of lube and cum that dripped with a louder splat seemingly spurred him into action, Inasa lifting him again to lay on his back on the couch. He lay numbly, blinking slowly as his foot dragged in the mess of his own release on the floor before he was manhandled back into Inasa’s now bare lap, and down onto his cock.
If his fingers were warm, this was a fire, real heat pulsing through him in waves as every inch slid home inside of him. He didn’t realize he was drooling until Inasa cupped his face and wiped it away with the other hand.
“You still with me?” he asked despite the fact it was obvious he was not. With no response, Inasa frowned and something clicked into place in his expression before he started to fuck Todoroki with earnest.
Todoroki very honestly didn’t remember much of what happened after that, white hot intense pleasure flew through his body with no mercy to leave him a straining mess against Inasa’s tight grip. His muscles occasionally locked or spasmed to life nearly sending him flying if it weren’t for the strong grip again his jaw and hip keeping him upright. It was tight, and his eyes rolling back in his head at the pace, steadily fucking him over and over until he only remembered darkness.
He awoke once to pain, stabbing pain that had him choking and thrashing as he had in the doctor's office. Inasa was there in a heartbeat, fingers inside him, then dick, until that too faded to black.
Todoroki’s first real moments of coherence returned after a long period of memory loss he didn’t care to repeat.
He’d awoken in the night a few times, once for sex that lulled him back and the others for the solid, heavy warmth of Inasa’s on top of him, face held tight against his scent glands. He wasn’t sure if he had eaten, or if he had even been moved really.
He thought he was in bed, so they must have relocated but he wasn’t shivering nearly as bad as the day before. Cautiously, he watched his outstretched arm and bent his fingers one by one. They moved, and it sent relief straight through him. Not being able to move or speak was terrifying, even if it was for such a short while and he didn’t remember most of it.
There was a creak in the floor outside in the hallway and as the door opened to Inasa with a plate piled high with eggs, sausages, and rice. Todoroki was reminded at how lucky he was that someone like this was taking care of him even if this wasn’t the idea circumstances, how lucky he was for the sight in front of him. Breakfast in bed after a night together sounded much better when he could actually move his own body but at this point beggars can’t be choosers.
This really wasn’t a dream anymore.
“Good morning,” Inasa whispered, crouching to rest his chin on the bed to look evenly at Todoroki’s eye level. It was childish but he could see the worry lines creasing on the Alpha’s forehead. It didn’t occur to him how scary it would be for someone else to have to see him like this either.
“Goo’ mor’,” Todoroki forced out, throat closing around the syllables. He coughed to clear it, a feeble thing that had him coughing a few more times before Inasa set the food aside and clambered up into bed with him.
“It’s alright, don’t push yourself, you’re still coming out of it. The doctor said this was normal. You speaking is actually good news!” he said encouragingly, gathering the limp Omega into his arms and leaning back against the headboard.
So he’d called the doctor over him? Had things gotten worse while he was asleep? He didn’t feel much different honestly, still nail-biting cold and more achy but that was probably normal after…. Well, he wasn’t sure how much sex they’d had but he was sure it was a lot considering the amount of dried fluid he felt on his thighs and between his lower lips.
It was pretty gross.
“Day?”
“It’s Thursday, you have the weekend off I already called it in,” Inasa said, sounding proud of this for some reason. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
“Water?”
After a moment Inasa sighed, and had to move them once again. “I forgot, I needed you to eat that I…” he trailed off, sounding distinctively less proud of himself.
He deposited Todoroki gently back to the mattress and pulled the covers up. Inasa then proceeded to tuck every loose edge and corner around him until only the top of his head and his eyes were visible, peeking over the blankets to watch.
“Are you good?” he asked yet again. This time, Todoroki just blinked at him. His mouth was covered anyway what did he expect him to say? He was cold and tired, that much hadn’t changed. So he blinked again, slower this time.
The edge of Inasa’s mouth quirked up and he ruffled Todoroki’s hair. It felt good, refreshing, and he nuzzled into it. That made Inasa smile more, pride and affection streaming from him as he petted him. All too soon he pulled away and went back out of the room.
The door didn’t shut all the way, Todoroki losing the battle with sleep to the sound of soft clanging coming from the other room.
He didn’t awaken for the Alpha’s return, missing the way he cradled his head in one hand as he dribbled some water into his mouth to wipe away the excess.
Over the rest of the afternoon, he drifted in and out consciousness. Sometimes he would awaken to food, Inasa spooning liquids and scrambled eggs down his throat. Swallowing got easier.
Sometimes he would be woken by Inasa’s own loud snores or the canned sound of studio laughter, a show on his phone keeping his attention as he kept himself in bed to reach for Todoroki if he needed it. He did, he always needed it and given any movement, Inasa’s hand would reach over for comfort.
This time he awoke, sweating, pressed between Inasa's chest and a large blanket over his back. Beginning his now routine movement test, Todoroki tested his fingers, toes, neck, and elbows. He was stopped by the aching pain in his hips when he shifted, and upon moving again, realized it was because he was seated on Inasa’s cock-- the first full real time he was himself enough to register the situation.
It was huge.
That in itself wasn’t surprising, Alphas were large and Inasa as a person was enormous, it only made sense it translated to this aspect of him.
The surprising part was how comfortable it felt buried inside him. It...it was huge. How it even fit was one question he technically knew the answer to, but it still seemed ridiculous. Even stranger still, he was definitely soft. A warm sponge filling that was keeping him obscenely full in a way he’d never even considered. The heavy pressure was soothing but his heart raced at the intimacy of the situation.
As his mind awoke, so did other parts of him, his hole moistening, starting to clench around the cock inside. Todorki was mortified- there was no reason for him to be and yet, the wave of shame that washed over him begged to differ as his hips cramped. They started to move, tiny undulating motions that luckily enough started to pump his blood in an attempt to warm him.
Inasa’s dick reacted too, far before the sleeping man did, becoming fuller and harder. The first time it jumped, likely spurred by Inasa’s own twitchy hips, Todoroki had bit his own lip to keep the moan he felt from escaping. It felt good, really good.
By the time Inasa registered the fact that something was happening, there was a veritable pool of slick underneath them on the bed. “Shouto?” he asked blearily, hands stirring to life as Inasa stretched, waking with a yawn. The change in position sent pleasure through Todoroki, still clenched tight around that moan. “Oh…” he whispered.
His hands went down to Todoroki’s hips and started to lift him up and down, working him over his cock like Todoroki was nothing but a feather. He did it slowly with lazy pumps, still waking up himself but already on the task of taking care of the struggling Omega in his lap- on his dick.
He hadn’t noticed he was awake yet.
There was an obscene schlorping sound as he was lifted almost entirely off his cock that had Todoroki drooling. Fuck. A line of drool started a descent down his chin to trail down Inasa’s chest, that he reached to wipe up. His arm listened to him luckily, fumbling over and nearly smacking himself in the face but at least he smeared off the drool.
“Shouto?!” Inasa startled at his movement, actually dropping him down with a jolt that had a cry tearing out of his throat, and a rush of slick drenching his lap. Inasa looked down in shock, then back to Todoroki’s face. “You’re awake!”
“Ye--” His response was cut off by a gut cramp that had him drawing inwards with a jolt, clenching down on Inasa’s cock that drew a hiss out of him. Inasa held him in place steadily, thumbs rubbing over the protrusions of his hipbones as he slowly but surely relaxed. After a few minutes of soothing rubbing, he gathered his words to say, “Hi.”
The resulting chuckle vibrated through his body was much more pleasant than the cold. “Are you … you?”
“I’d rather be someone else right now,” Todoroki said lowly. Inasa’s scent changed just then, the sweet smell of contentment souring to an overwhelming sharp pine that stung his senses. After a moment that too dulled, murky.
“Sorry.”
Eyes watering, Todoroki frowned. Clearly he had said something wrong, but it flew from thought when Inasa started moving again. “ Aah!”
“Sorry,” Inasa repeated again, sounding strained and not at all enthusiastic. “Bear with me for now.”
It didn’t take long for Todoroki to cum after that, creaming on his cock while a very large index finger rubbed his clit. Inasa however, showed no signs of completion, the pace only increasing. The afterglow was even more pleasurable than on his own, the slick contact of their bodies soothing, the oversensitivity of his pleasure electrifying from the cock inside of him. He felt so full, so good, and the urge to tell his Alpha how good he was going crossed his mind in a flash. It felt right.
But Inasa wasn’t his Alpha, he couldn’t say that when he knew this was nothing more than a favor between friends- how could Inasa say no after the doctor said they were compatible? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Todoroki’s mood soured as well despite the rush of feel-good hormones, a little ball of ice he knew that even this couldn’t fix burned coldly in his heart.
As Inasa started grunting, the air changed again, becoming heady, fire engulfing Tororoki so fast his immediate reaction was to check to see if his quirk was activated. He pushed back sharply on shaky arms and looked down.
He was greeted by the sight of the joining of their bodies, shimmering with fluids as the thick, red dick pistoned in and out of sight under the swell of his stomach. The motion was indescribably lewd, one Todoroki never thought he would see outside of fantasies, enough to chase the spiral of his own arousal winding back up so high. There was no actual fire- nothing to burn the covers now fallen off of his back, but the heat of Inasa’s gaze made him feel very, very hot.
This angle jolted him even more, literally bouncing on the cock inside of him as he maintained eye contact. Air was suddenly hard to come by, short bursts were all he could manage as he braced himself on the very warm pecs of the man below him.
“Look at me.”
It wasn’t an order or a command but there was no way he could refuse. He didn’t want to. Raising his eyes, Todoroki found himself pinned to place with the gaze he’d dreamed of for so long, the devouring look of hunger on Inasa’s face was like an additional touch on his skin, branding him.
His.
The word was so visceral he wasn’t sure if he’d said it, thought it, or if it possibly even was Inasa. It didn’t matter though as the pace picked up, Inasa’s grunts getting more frequent, his eyes more wild in the chase of his release. The hurt in his chest was smothered for a blissful moment as he let himself just enjoy it, to be so utterly claimed and used by the man he liked so much. It was overwhelming in the best of ways, and Todoroki felt for a brief moment like this was meant to be, the cloud of orgasm fogging his mind.
As he came again, the thought lingered- Inasa as his Alpha.
His.
His chest bloomed with affection, radiating out of him in waves, the perfect image of a content Omega. It was met with a resounding growl from Inasa, his own scent flaring up protectively as his nails dug into Inasa’s hips.
His Alpha agreed.
The wet slap of their hips came to a grinding halt, Inasa releasing his seed deep into him, searing hot and endlessly more pleasurable than the two orgasms he had literally just had. Although he knew beforehand that the cum would help him in this weird hormonal way, but it could not prepare him for just how good it would feel.
Grinding deep inside of him, Inasa kept them pulled tight, no knot had formed to keep it from spilling out and to the messy sheets. At the thought of losing any of his cum, Todoroki’s brain deliriously panicked, clenching rhythmically to milk all he could into his hungry cunt. He couldn’t lose even a single drop of it, the thought and the accompanying jolt of panic were vivid.
The overwhelming feelings from his Omega side shook him until Inasa reached up with one slicked hand and pressed hard at his scent gland, calm forcefully radiating from the grip. It worked. Todoroki preened in palpable relief, reaching up and shakingly holding his hand to Inasa’s own, feeling the wetness of their combined release against his gland. “Thanks,” he said breathlessly.
Inasa was still watching him strangely, but nodded and did not stop him when Todoroki leaned back down to press their chests together. Todoroki tensed when the movement had cum leaking out of him but Inasa added more pressure to his neck and the thought faded away to nothing. He was warm so this must be working, there was nothing to worry about at all.
Laying there in bliss, their heartbeats slowed and synched almost lulled Todoroki back to sleep. His stomach rumbled before he could, and he pressed his face to Inasa’s chest, determined to ignore it in favor of this contented state he was floating in. “You must be hungry.”
Yeah no shit. “Yes,” is what he said instead.
“What would you like?”
Something warm. “I dunno.”
“Do you think you can stomach something solid?”
Todoroki wasn’t honestly sure, he wasn’t used to considering something like that. All of his food was pretty solid and he couldn’t think of anything off the top of his spaced out head. “Tea.”
Nodding, Inasa sat up, disrupting Todoroki’s cocoon of warmth. He stiffened and dug his nails into Inasa’s side to keep him in place, but it did little to nothing to stop him. “I’ll be right back with your tea.”
Todoroki was deposited to the side, out of the way of the mess they had made, and wrapped carefully with blankets. As Inasa left the room, the cold returned, and Todoroki curled himself into a ball under the blanket, feeling emptier by the second as Inasa’s seed dripped slowly out of him. He knew that wasn’t it- okay well it was part of the reason for sure- but something had happened now that he was awake, something in Inasa had changed. He didn’t know what and that frustrated him.
Was there something wrong with him… being himself?
Although both heroes had medical clearance to be off of work, they were both used to having something to do- an endlessly busy hero schedule of patrolling and saving people now reduced to being stuck at home, and stuck to another person. It made Inasa restless, leaving Todoroki in bed often to go pace around the apartment with loud thumps. Oftentimes he would just sigh, looking defeated at the mobile game on his phone as the brightly colored options danced in front of his eyes.
“Bored?” Todoroki finally asked. It had been hours of disappointed sighs from Inasa, ones he could feel echo through his body from where he was laying with his head in Inasa’s lap.
Even though he had conceded to moving from the comfort of the bed ie. nest, even their setup on the couch so Inasa could type away at his laptop didn’t seem to bring him any real relief. It was what, fifteen feet from where they had been before, but the loss of familiarity he had gotten used to was making his skin itch. Inasa has been kind enough to scoot over a table so he could raise his laptop and allow for Todoroki to crawl around on his legs as he pleased.
He did so often.
He preferred the loose curl he could put his body into. He wasn’t much of a side sleeper, but in light of recent events…. he didn’t really have a choice. He was so stuffed full of cum that his stomach was swollen from it, his body accepting and then hoarding the seed inside of him to appease this illness. Still, seeing it evoked some images he would rather not think about. He wouldn’t make a good parent.
Inasa however, in a surprising turn from his usual observational attention, seemed to not realize his struggle. Every post-coital cuddle they shared, Inasa’s hands would rub his stomach as he emptied himself into Todoroki’s waiting body. It felt far better than he would think, but the second the fog from his orgasm faded, Todoroki returned to glaring at the protruding bump until he could cover himself in a shirt or a blanket.
The Alpha’s shirts ended up being excellent for that use, if not selfishly for the way it made Inasa’s gaze turn fond as he helped him into it and smoothed it down his body with lingering hands.
Those eyes weren’t on him now, fixed to his computer screen as the glow lit up the creases in his forehead. “I want to be useful, not sitting at home. I keep expecting to be called in at any moment, soaring into the fray to help people,” Insasa sighed, a wistful look on his face.
“You’re helping me,” Todoroki whispered, turning his head away to nuzzle down at his leg. It was warm beneath is head and smelled good- it smelled like him. Not as good as the bed though.
Inasa laughed and Todoroki could feel the stretch of smile from above as if it was across his own skin. Every move he made was amplified by the amount of hormones surging through his body right now. Inasa could probably tell him a story about genocide but if he smiled at the end of it, Todoroki was sure he’d melt in bliss.
This was the most stereotypically Omegan weekend he’d ever had in his life and Todoroki didn’t know how to feel about that.
“Yeah. I’m glad I can, I hate seeing you suffer in any way.” A kiss was pressed to the back of his head so light he half-thought he imagined it. “Despite the circumstances, I’ve had a good time this weekend.”
Thinking of all the things they had done in the past few days, intimate and mundane both, Todoroki wasn’t sure if he’s had ‘a good time’. It wasn’t awful per say, especially once the piercing painful cold has gone away. He wasn’t used to touching people so much but with the steady increase in hormones that let his Omegan side flare up with such intimacy, he didn’t mind it as much anymore. The feeling of violation had gone frighteningly fast in a way that felt unnatural but even logically, he did feel comfortable around Inasa even before thats so it wasn’t too much of a leap.
“Me too,” he settled on saying. It wasn’t a lie but was also not completely the truth. Inasa’s hand threaded through the strands of his hair, prompting him to continue. “Next time we should do this without the medical necessity hanging over our heads.”
Inasa completely froze at that, going rigid, hand hovering above his head with a few bits of hair sliding off at the sudden stop.
Well great, what did he say now? He didn’t think he’d said anything unusual but to be fair, he hasn't been that great of a friend recently- always avoiding prolonged conversations and contact to keep himself under control. Plus the whole, body freezing up thing and being the son of the person he hates most- just the little things. Inasa didn’t know that though.
“Next time?”
“Next time what?”
Inasa’s hand retreated to shakily rest on the curve of Todorki’s waist, nervously smoothing the wrinkled fabric. It sent a weird thrum through his stomach. “You said next time we did this… Is there going to be a next time?”
What, did he seriously expect them to never see each other after this? Like this was so awkward it was going to be a deal breaker? He was awkward but not that socially awkward that he’d break off their friendship just because he had fucked him out of an illness. It may take a few days for him to clear his head of the fact he can’t walk up and slide onto Inasa’s lap anymore but that wasn’t a reason to not see him again.
Unless… he didn’t want to?
“Of course, you’re my friend?” he said- no, he asked. This was very confusing in a not good way.
Inasa didn’t respond so he wiggled up until he could face him properly. It wasn’t easy with the gross distension of his stomach but he managed, sliding into Inasa’s lap without a second thought so he could drag the taller man down to his level. With the ease of someone with too much practice, Inasa immediately supported his back and hips with his hands but still wouldn’t look him in the eyes, staring off over at his laptop.
“Why are you being quiet?” Todoroki asked. Inasa still didn’t look at him so Todoroki used one hand to force his chin down so that he had to. He didn’t struggle but he didn’t look happy about it. “Do you not want there to be? Did this ruin our friendship?”
The instantaneous expression of panic reassured him before Inasa even got the chance to speak. “NO! I mean, no I do, I do! I wasn’t aware you felt the same and wanted this to last more than one weekend.”
“We’ve been friends for six years?”
“No not that, this,” Inasa emphasized, looking up and down the length of their bodies. Gravity was doing its job and putting pressure on what hadn’t been upright before. It had only been a minute of this new position but from how he was straddling him, Todoroki had started to leak again, a messy patch of cum starting to discolor Inasa’s pants.
By this point, Todoroki didn’t care all that much but couldn’t help silently wondered how much it would cost to pay someone to clean the couch. His Omega protested heartily, their Alpha claimed them well and everyone should smell it, don’t he dare clean that couch.
“Oh.”
Inasa’s cock had started to respond in kind, thickening against the exposed flesh of Todoroki’s lower lips, drawing a pleased hum from him. His eyes darkened at the reaction. “I can move if you aren’t comfortable with this,” Todoroki said, knowing damn where this was going.
“Shouto please.” His tone was firm, only the slightest hint of a plead showing he wasn’t really mad. “I need to know.”
Okay maybe he didn’t know where this was going, he just assumed they were going to have sex again. Todoroki rocked his hips anyway, coaxing the bulge underneath him to life through the boxers that he hoped would get tossed to the floor soon. “Know what? I don’t hope this happens again, being sick isn’t a good idea in our line of work.”
“No it isn’t,” Inasa said tensely. “I need to know if you….”
Maybe he shouldn’t tease him? He did sound upset so he did what felt natural, pressing closer and rubbing his nose against his shirt- Inasa liked when he did that, he gots more melty and handsy than usual. It didn’t work this time, if anything, Inasa got even stiffer.
“Shoto please, I need to…” He gulped as he rearranged their position, folding Todoroki’s legs higher to wrap better around him. His hands stayed on his hips, conscientiously higher than of the hem of baggy shirt just barely covering the lower half of his body. “Is this a one time thing? N-not the doctor medical part the… the scenting and fucking part.”
Oh, rubbing his nose on him was scenting him wasn’t it? He’d never really had the urge before but he sniffed now- oh yeah, Inasa smelled amazing with his scent mixed in, he didn’t need his Omega to even point that one out. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, taking great care to rub his face and neck over the Alpha’s shirt. He would be better without one.
“Oh,” Inasa said remorsefully. His scent turned sour and the murkiness returned making Todoroki frown.
He didn’t want that, this was not what he intended. The cold ball inside surged back to life in his worry, panic creeping in with ice that felt so foreign after his recent days of warmth. “It’s not what I meant but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to.”
The smile Inasa had now was pained as he laughed awkwardly. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you right now then you don’t have to worry about it anymore."
Inasa wouldn’t look him in the eye anymore, growing soft underneath him. His scent was dimming as Todoroki still his face against his chest. The chances of his feelings helping the matter were slim but it hurt knowing his Alpha hurt and he cursed this situation. Things would have been better if he’d just toughed it out or better yet, had never gotten sick in the first place. He had to live with the hand he was delt and the choice he mad- or worse, was about to make.
Todoroki took a deep breath that shuddered on the exhale, staring determinedly at the close knit of threads on the tshirt in front of him.
“I like you.”
No reaction.
“In the ‘more than a friend’ way.”
Still no reaction.
“For a while.”
Well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t prepared for this but it still hurt. He had misread the situation more severely than he thought. His chest was the painful bite of rejection and embarrassment, a combination he hadn’t felt in years and was not welcome at all. Maybe he would have pity on him and pretend he hadn’t said anything- although that actually might be worse. Inasa stayed still beneath him and eventually, Todoroki summoned enough energy to sit back up.
Inasa was crying.
Instantly his facade crumbled and Todoroki panicked. Oh no, what had he done? The only thing he would think of to do was stare as his own mind whirled.
“ Fuck,” he said eloquently.
Without a word, Inasa bent down to rest his forehead to his shoulder, and wrapped his arms fully around him, growing tighter by the minute until Todoroki was bentbackwards, staring at the ceiling very confused. This was… not what he expected, it was also messier as well- tears running down his chest from where Inasa’s was crying on his collarbone to the stretch of his stomach unleashing even more cum between them. It was altogether confusing and kind of gross.
“I’m sorry?” he offered, and Inasa only tightened his grip.
“Shouuuuutoooooo,” he sobbed, shoulders bouncing with the volume of his cry. “I’m so happyyyyyyyy.”
He what.
“I thought you didn’t like meeeeeee.”
Shaken, Todoroki patted Inasa’s head in an attempt at reassurance. He, once again, was completely lost. “No?”
“You said you didn’t want to be with me.”
There wasn’t much a a grip, but Todoroki pulled him back but the small amount of hair he could get ahold of. “I what? ” he asked icily.
Inasa’s face had changed from sullen sadness to some sort of red and snotty, tear-streaked expression of happiness. He looked like a mess- not that Todoroki could really cast stones right now- but the sight made him just as happy, the warm feeling of affection he was slowly getting used to returning. He really did like this idiot.
“You said-” he paused to snort dripping mucus back up his nose and Todoroki took a second to re-evaluate. Nope, he still liked him somehow. “You said you’d rather be anyone else when I was literally inside of you!”
“When?!”
“A few days ago!”
Todoroki couldn’t believe his ears. “A few days ago I was delirious and couldn’t move my legs without help and you’re expecting me to want to be like that? Of course I wanted to be someone else.”
Inasa blinked wetly, looking just as blown away. “Then it wasn’t because it was me?”
“Why would I not want you?” Todoroki asked, baffled.
His expression turned a little shy. “I dunno, you could do better than-”
Todoroki tightened his grip and hardened his voice again. “Are you saying I have bad taste?”
“Yes.”
He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the rolling of his stomach. Was he nervous? Nauseous? Horny? “Well you’re wrong.”
Groaning, Inasa dropped back down to his shoulder, a thunk that echoed throughout him. This time he was less panicked but still.. nervous? Did he like him back? Was he just relieved he didn’t hate him? If this is how Inasa felt mere minutes ago he really owed him for the miscommunication, this was shit. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he said eventually. The flutter of his lips against his skin made Todoroki’s skin sing.
“Wanna bet?” This time he could feel the stretch of a smile and Todoroki patted the back of his head, this time in an attempt to reassure himself. “Do you?”
“Hmn”
“Do you like me as well?”
“OF COURSE I DO,” he roared, nearly clipping Todoroki on the chin as he jerked his head back up, eyes blazing. “You’re amazing!”
“So are you,” Todoroki pointed out.
“And so strong!”
“So are you.”
“Plus you’re so cute!” Inasa was getting pumped up, excited to be shouting his praise at him. “You’re calm under pressure, you don’t make fun of people for their tastes, cats like you, and you’re an all around really great guy!” He paused shyly, avoiding eye contact. “Plus you smell really good. It uh, it really feels right to me.”
His Omega surged up in delight, his Alpha wanted him too. The melting wave of happiness made him weak and feeling like he was about to cry. He didn’t want to though, not right now, that was the last thing he wanted because it would make him more of a mess and Inasa might panic. It was overwhelming and Inasa just beamed at him silently. “Me too,” Todoroki eventually said.
He was crushed back again into Inasa’s chest as the Alpha really took ahold of him, peppering his neck with wet kisses.” Oh good because I’ve wanted to do this forever, ” he said in between them, taking time to kiss his glands in a way that lit Todoroki up from the inside out, then back up to light brushes of lips against his jaw.
If this was scenting, he could get used to this. In return, he hesitantly pressed his lips to Inasa’s neck and felt the Alpha shudder, pure delight and heavy arousal dripping across his tongue. Encouraged, he tried again, opening his mouth a little more for a better taste- hot and salty, it bloomed in his chest in satisfaction. His own arousal was surging under the careful touches Inasa was giving him with gentle hands and kisses, this was so much more intimate than just having sex- he didn’t have to pretend anymore how much he wasn’t all of Inasa.
So he wouldn’t.
“Please,” he whispered, nipping at the side of Inasa’s neck to accompany it. He’d never had to ask before.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
Inasa rumbled, his hands finally dipping down to grasp an ass cheek in each hand. Todoroki arched into it in pleasure, dragging himself accidentally over the sticky mess he had been steadily making. “Seems like you’re pretty full already,” he said, gripping them tight only to pull them apart making Todoroki moan at the stretch and letting them bounce back into place with a wet smack.
Even though they were still behind walls with curtains over the windows, it felts so exposing to be pulled apart in a such way he had never known as the shirt's hem lifted higher. “It’s coming out,” he asked, arousal seeping in to make him floating and hazy, the panic from before melting away until it was a dull speck upset with him in the face of Alpha attention and praise .
Inasa paid that no mind. “Do I?” he hummed, an edge of his voice that he had never really heard before. He felt like he was being taunted but he didn’t want it to stop- it was probably another weird Omega thing but he embraced it, his Omega rewarding him with an outpour of slick to entice his Alpha and a begging keen to his voice.
“Yes.”
“Prove it then.”
He didn’t lay a hand on him but Todoroki was throbbing at the words, legs shaking from the attention. “How?” he gasped.
“Well, if you can handle it, can you show me?” It was obviously said to taunt him, a cheeky way to rile up his pride in his weakened state in his stupid considering way but it worked. Shakily, Todoroki reared himself up to glare at a very smug Inasa whose eyes were getting more blown out by the minute. “Can you do that for me?” he asked again.
That voice just got under his skin, like he needed to prove he could and get the approval of the Alpha. It was ridiculous, he knew he was being riled up and he was frustrated it was working. But on the other hand, he wanted to be fucked right now. It had been at least a few hours and he had a schedule to keep, his Omega nodding furiously in agreement.
“Move,” he ordered, pushing his shoulder so that Inasa would get up. “Sit over there.” Lifting them both easily, Inasa rotated and sat back down to lean against the arm of the couch like he was directed.
“Now what?” he asked, eyes never leaving his.
With no verbal answer, Todoroki just leaned back to fall against the sofa cushions with a wet thump into the puddle of their fluids that had been left behind. The cooling pile of cum should have been disgusting but was the complete opposite, only encouraging him to be bolder and spread his legs open lewdly on display. He hooked one over the back of the couch to expose his dripping pussy to the open air and eager eyes. It was cold but seeing the look on Inasa face when he actually did it was worth it.
“Oh,” Inasa repeated, his voice choked up. He looked visibly affected which sent pride out of Todoroki in waves. Swallowing, he shook himself back into character, and brought his hand up to cup his knee gently. “Are yo-- Are you sure that’s not yours?”
“Pretty sure.”
Swallowing again, Inasa repeated, “Show me.”
The request had another glob of slick appearing to slide down his ass, only paving the way Inasa’s creamy cum to slide out as well to plop onto the cushions. When there was no confirmation that it was ‘enough’, Todoroki reached down with his own hand to spread his pussy open even wider. He couldn’t see where he was feeling over the bulge of his stomach, a physical reminder of just how much cum was waiting to come out of him. The thought tore a moan of displeasure out of him- he didn’t want to lose it, he needed that cum and he needed it inside of him as a reminder of his Alpha.
Also his health.
But mostly his Alpha.
Inasa made no move to touch him, and he rolled his hips the best he could, humping at the air in invitation. He could really use some help right now. The movement cause his fingers to slip, scissoring his clit between the two in a sudden jolt of white hot pleasure. When his fingers gooped into the cum spilling out, it was the most logical course of action to scoop it back in, drawing his fingers back over his hole. It was gaping around nothing but Inasa’s gaze as he said nothing, silently watching with a dropped jaw.
He wasn’t going to help him plug it up? He’d been so careful all weekend, helping clean up the slow but steady leakage and stoppering it up when he whined too much with his own dick as a plug to keep him satisfied. He did none of that now to his dismay.
It was leaking even more than it had even then, his arousal giving the cum a clear lubricated track for what was already far wet enough, what must be glistening in the light. He tried to angle his hips up more to keep gravity from pulling out what he so desperately wanted to stay in, but it only made his stomach hurt more so he lowered them in frustration. He could try his hand but would it help? The more he moved the more that came out and his fingers weren’t thick enough to do anything but smear it around really.
Even that felt good he realized, and Todoroki paused in his mission, his brain only able to focus one one things at a time. The thicker the cum, the softer it felt on his inflamed clit that was crying out for attention. Could he use this? After some sloppy passes, yes, yes it could, and it felt really good. His Omega screamed at him to put it back in, keep it safe, swallow it- don’t let it just trickle down to become some sort of plaything to be lost on the ground.
Well that made sense.
He switched hands, scooping cum over his clit with one and lapping at his sticky fingers with the other. His Omega seemed more satisfied with that at least, the cum wasn’t going to waste- he still had it, this was fine. He hadn’t really tasted cum before, he never had a reason but now the knowledge that this was Inasa’s cum made the fluids far more desirable, his taste buds singing at the salty wetness.
His body still cried out to be filled, but no matter how hard he tried, his fingers didn’t do enough. He couldn’t reach deep enough, twisting two fingers in and trying three in a moment of desperation. The added thickness was enough to fill most of the passage with just enough room left over to sent cum gushing out against the pressure.
NO!
Hurriedly, Todoroki slapped his hand from his mouth back down, cupping it from falling out onto the couch. No! That was too much! He would have nothing left at this rate! He could feel it trickling through the gaps in his fingers anyway and it was bringing tears to his eyes. He tried to reason with himself that it was just cum, he could get more, Inasa would provide. He had so much already stuffed into his body, what different would this little bit do?
It didn’t work. Blinking past the wetness, he looked around for Inasa- he needed him to help, he would help him right? He must have said something in his distress for Inasa was suddenly there- did he leave?- rubbing his skin soothingly. With one hand on Todoroki’s outstretched leg and one on the curve of his stomach, he leaned forward over him.
“Shouto it’s alright. Hey look at me, look at me.”
He knew it was. No it wasn’t.
He looked up at Inasa desperately, hands fumbling up to grab at his-- wait, he wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. That was even better. With sticky hands, Todoroki pulled the best he could to get Inasa closer to hover above him. He clung to his neck, pulling him further until he could press his forehead to his cheek, panting into his hairline. “ Please ,” he begged brokenly.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Inasa said, sounding much calmer than he smelled, engulfing the two of them with claim, you’re mine, lust, with an overwhelming don’t cry mixed into his ever boisterous scent. His hands wiped the tears from Todoroki’s eyes gently as he pulled back only to press back in, dick in hand.
The second the spongey tip made contact with the sopping mess of his pussy it burned, an embarrassing mewl escaped from his mouth. “ Inasa,” he whined, thrusting towards the heat. It slid through the fluids, kissing against his clit softly before retreating.
“I’m here,” he said roughly, cupping his cheek in a squish that had him squinting on one side up to look properly. “I’ll take care of you as long as you’ll have me.”
“Good,” Todoroki gasped, tugging his head closer to tilt his own chin up. “Take me.”
After a moment of hesitation, Inasa closed the rest of the distance between their lips. He was forceful, their teeth clashing jarringly but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He kissed like he spoke, energetic with lots of movement and teeth and tongue that had Todoroki arching his back in pleasure. It distracted him long enough for Inasa to reach around to loop his limp legs around his waist, and sink inside of him, displacing more cum with a squelch. Oddly enough it wasn’t bothering him now, his one track mind now fixating between the thick cock heating up his insides, and the tongue doing the same thing.
He finally had him for real, the unattainable man he’d been thinking of in his wildest daydreams. It was like a balance beam, one Todoroki couldn’t keep up with.
Inasa bit the corner of his lip with gusto, his fingers digging into his waist. “Shouto…” he breathed, licking over his mouth. When he kissed him again, it was salty sweet, filling him with warmth. “ Fuck .”
Unable to verbally respond, Todoroki just squeezed tighter around him, kissing him fiercely. He’d get it right? He understands? Words were hard and emotions were even harder but maybe if he just showed him it would be alright.
For the first time all weekend, he felt Inasa’s knot kiss his rim. So maybe he did get his feelings, but Todoroki was going to get that inside of him fuck, right now
With an extra pull of his legs, Todoroki snapped their hips together to force the knot in. It didn’t work, too big for even his stretched out hole. Inasa only picked up the pace after that, abandoning his mouth to bite at his jaw, sucking bruises into his skin in a haphazard pattern down his throat- a constellation of proof that this was real, this too would stay after the bubble of this weekend popped.
It was like a blur of heat- the bites on his neck and the inferno between his legs, sweet friction against his walls and the massive cock inside of him. He moaned without restraint, needing to vocalize his pleasure without saying so, his tongue was useless, fat and heavy in his mouth as he bounced with every slam into his body. The planes of Inasa’s back were an expanse for his fingers to explore, sweaty handholds he could dig his nails into that only had Inasa growling against his neck, teeth digging in as a warning- no maybe it was encouragement.
“ You ready?”
Todoroki nodded, vision swaying in the hazy heat of the moment. Yes please, fill him up, make him full. He needed that now- he’d never been knotted before but he knew he needed it, it would solve all his problems. He’d never been more hungry for something in his entire life like he was right now, feeling it swell and press against his opening with the pressure of his imminent orgasm.
“I’ve got…”
He had to wait, not till he had it, not a moment too soon. It was all wanted to be filled, the stream of cum that would blaze a path into his very soul so he could finally have his release. Only after his Alpha could.
His Alpha.
“I.. need…”
HIS.
A harsher bite to the neck had him throwing his head to the side, presenting his gland in desperation. He could feel it like the build of a volcano about to erupt just waiting for the stars to align in perfect harmony before he could be complete.
As Todoroki hazily mouthed at the drenched couch cushion, he couldn’t tell if the salt was his cum, Inasa’s cum, or the tears streaking down his face. He was strung too tight to worry about how debauched this was, but it had him biting the fabric into his mouth as the knot finally popped inside and he howled in pleasure. Inasa worked him through the pain of his orgasm, so good it hurt as he gushed on the knot inside of him, clenching it and milking it for the cum he knew was to come.
His relief came in a torrent of liquid that soothed over the intensity left wracking his frame, quenching the desperate fire as Inasa ground the knot even deeper inside of him. With every pulse, Inasa seemed to relax on top of him, tension melting into tender mouthing and hands ran in patterns over his sensitive skin. It was impossible, but Todoroki could swear he could feel as the liquid heat entered the pool in his abdomen, the new cum joining with the old in a reunion he never could get used to.
He only vaguely remembered what their joinings had felt like at the beginning, literally blowing his mind into unconsciousness and he wondered if sex has always been this good. Could he have had this the whole time? Is this what being knotted always felt like? The steady trickle of cum as the knot deflated and emptied inside of him was far better knowing his secret was finally open and accepted- his Alpha was his now and he make sure he knew it. He would have to try again, maybe once he could feel his fingers again.
In a daze he watched Inasa lean back to pull out of him, eyes hooded as they averted down to the joining of their bodies. The sight must have been something good, the spillage of cum from his wrecked hole after knotting him. Todoroki wondered if it looked as good as it felt. The drag was slow and agonizing good, he didn’t want him to leave but at this rate they would never clean up. He mourned their post-orgasm cuddles in bed where the mess didn’t matter.
“You aren’t leaking anymore.”
Todoroki just nodded, humming in agreement. Of course he wasn’t, he was being good, his body finally getting its shit together. This also meant they could cuddle now. Ignoring how his couch was now thoroughly soiled, he rolled over onto his side amidst the mess. “C’mere.”
Inasa came over and lowered himself behind him to press them together with a pleased hum. The spooning position was comforting, silencing the Omega part of him that cried out for contact. This was good and he was very very warm now after all- he was taken care of, his Alpha did want him. Inasa’s arms cradled his stomach lovingly, an ache soothed with every pass of his hand smearing more of their cum from the underside up to the top where he could barely see his fingers. It was everywhere, sticking to their bodies in every conceivable place- it was calming being surrounded in the smell of the joint claiming of them , heavy and heady over all his senses.
It took about an hour for him to crawl out of his foggy headspace to fully register the implications of those words. He felt down between his dried legs and the even bigger curve of his stomach.
“Fuck.”
When they asked the doctor on Monday morning, he just smiled at them. “That’s completely normal, healthy even. Your body was hurting when it wasn’t holding it in correct?”
“Yes.”
“After some amount of time, it will stop accepting new fluids, and hold onto what it is to start the full healing process. The seed will help your body fight the infection from the inside so it needs to keep it contained. This is of no worry, good news really.”
Todoroki wanted to throw up. “So does this mean…” The doctor waited patiently while he gathered the words. “Am I pregnant then?”
Inasa choked on air beside him and his hand shook but the doctor’s opinion was the only one that mattered. He picked up the clipboard with Todoroki’s medical forms and flipped until he stopped on the third page. “It says here you’re on birth control?”
“Yes.”
The doctor hummed. “Wow, this is a strong one. You should be fine, I wouldn’t worry about that.”
Although the nausea didn’t go away, Todoroki as least felt like he could breathe again. He didn’t want kids, he really didn’t and the thought he could have been….. No, this was good, this was really good even if he still looked pregnant he wasn’t. Right?
“Is there a test to be sure?” he pressed.
The doctor nodded agreeably. “Of course, that’s a simple urine test. Do you feel like you could-”
“Yes, now,” Todoroki said, standing in an instant, delighting in the fact he didn’t wobble at all. Inasa’s hands still rose in the air with him but lowered after confirming he was fine. He was lead out of the room, intently focusing on the test- making sure he was just making sure, he wasn’t going to be pregnant.
He wasn’t.
The journey back to the apartment was quiet, Todoroki wrapped in Inasa’s windbreaker, sweating furiously but the chance of someone seeing him like this- swollen and very pregnant looking with an Alpha by his side- could only lead to some incorrect and most likely nasty rumors.
He wasn’t pregnant.
It echoed around his head like a chorus all the way until he was standing in his room, looking at his uniform on a hanger. It would show, it would be really obvious. Today was his last day off, he had no reason to call off anymore that wasn’t his attempt at keeping his image clean. Ne had no more excuses.
The rumors could hurt him though, more like his father but did he have a choice? He had to go to work like this. A jacket was too hot and too tight to cover this…. thing. Maybe he could have desk work? Maybe his stomach would absorb it faster now that he was moving or now that he was plugged tight?
His stomach had gotten smaller overnight but it was still noticeably distended. He looked at himself in the mirror, too horrified to touch it. It felt good but it wasn’t him feeling that it was his instincts- the only way he could accept what was happening but he couldn’t touch it, don’t look at it it’s wrong.
Inasa found him sitting in front of the mirror shaking and guided him back to the now clean bed. Bundled up in the now familiar cocoon, Inasa’s pulled him to his chest and kissed the top of his head. “You’re going to be fine, you’ll see.”
He couldn’t see, especially not through the blur of tears. With no other real good choice, Todoroki allowed himself to be comforted. He nodded weakly. “Okay.”
“Want some tea?”
Not really. “No.”
“Can I get you anything then?”
Wiggling his fingers up past the rim of the blankets, Todoroki gripped at Inasa’s shirt. “Can we just… stay here?”
“Of course.”
That was good enough for now. He wasn’t okay right now but that would pass. He could worry about tomorrow when tomorrow came. Wrapped in Inasa’s arms was good and that would do for now. But-
“Later, I want real food and a bath.”
Inasa chuckled and hugged him tighter. “Of course, I’m going to give you the bubbliest bath and the juiciest steak!”
“Alright.”
“It’s a date!”
Todoroki didn’t have the heart to tell him that it probably didn’t count as a date nor did he want their first date to be him tending to his every need because that’s what he did all weekend and that was not a good date.
The next morning, the swelling had gone down, making him less nauseous and fitting into his outfit easily. He examined himself in the mirror as Inasa watched from bed.
“Better?” he asked. Well, technically yes but it still still a noticeable bump. Maybe not a bump more like a curve, a small lump, a protrusion of a very slight factor. Okay so it was fine and no one would probably notice but him. He nodded and Inasa gave him a double thumbs up. “Oh good! You can barely even see it now!”
That was true and he nodded again, glancing back at the mirror. “Even if they do, I’ll just say it’s gas.”
Inasa stood to come drop his chin on top of his head. “That’s probably better than telling them the truth.”
The thought of his friends and coworkers knowing he was actually swollen with someone else's cum from being fucked all weekend was terrifying. Also really hot. It must have shown because Inasa was smirking at him knowingly from between his parted hair. “Yes, it would be,” he said firmly but he didn’t discourage Inasa from wrapping him in a hug and pressing enthusiastic kisses against his cheek like a big puppy. He watched it in the mirror and reached up to intertwine their fingers.
By the time he was able to drag himself away from Inasa, he was five minutes late, and had to fix his disheveled appearance. Inasa didn’t go in for another hour to his own agency, he assured him he wouldn’t say anything- not like Todoroki had expected him to- his own stuff already back in a duffle by the couch. Instead he shamelessly watching him gather what he needed for work, handing him his shoes when asked, and staying within arms reach the entire time.
Todoroki didn’t want to think of the couch right now, he had to leave and go to work.
He paused with his hand on the door, turning back to look at Inasa- who had at least thrown on a robe- standing back by the slippers. “Will you be home when I return?”
Inasa lit up with excitement, eager grin wobbling on his lips “Yes! If you will have me!”
“Yes I will,” he said, unable to help the soft smile that graced his own lips. Is this was it was like to date someone? This happiness?
He turned to leave, the door half open before he was grabbed but two now very familiar hands, and spun around. “I’m sorry I know you have to leave I just gotta-” Inasa kissed him, hands framing his face to draw him in. His lips were warm, and chapped against his.
As his thumbs pressed into his cheekbones and pulled his eyelids a little too far down, Todoroki felt the hard ball of ice that told him he couldn’t have anything like this, shatter, melting down into his chest as he kissed Inasa back.
The cold didn’t bother him anyway.