"I suppose you're all curious as to why I'm taking some leave time," Toshinori addressed the gathered teachers, expecting at least a little curiosity.
"Because you're close to your due date, right?" Midnight asked. Toshinori floundered, his prepared speech suddenly rendered useless.
"I, yes, how did you know?" Toshinori asked in disbelief.
"How would we not know? You've been looking like you swallowed a cannonball for weeks now," Vlad drawled, and Toshinori rustled his wings and switched his tail, swallowing back an annoyed huff.
He'd been so careful, he thought, it wasn't as thought he was any stranger to loose fitting clothing and he thought he'd chosen well to conceal the growing bump.
"Not true, Aizawa insisted it could be some sort of giant tumor," Midnight pointed out.
"A tumor could be removed and wouldn't potentially be a troublemaking student in a decade and a half," Aizawa piped up.
"That aside, the only serious bets have been on who the sire is, when you're ready to make that announcement someone is going to end up making a lot of money," Midnight said cheerfully.
Toshinori cleared his throat. "Anyway, the important part is that I'm going to be taking some time off for my dragonette, I already spoke with the principal to get my classes covered, and I'll likely just wait until the start of next year to return."
Toshinori accepted the well wishes that ranged from sincere to obligatory, but his mind wasn't truly on them. If he hadn't done as good of a job concealing his pregnancy as he thought, who else had noticed?
"I'm taking some time off work," Toshinori said, watching Midoriya's face.
"Ah, that's... why is that?" Midoriya asked, and Toshinori was certain he saw his gaze dart to where his middle was half-hidden by the table, and then back to his face. It wasn't that uncommon for them to meet for lunch and Toshinori was glad he could make plans to meet like this without seeming suspicious.
"I'm going to be having a dragonette," Toshinori announced, even if Midoriya possibly already knew, he at least wasn't denying him the chance to say it. He appreciated that.
"Congratulations," Midoriya said warmly, and Toshinori smiled. There was genuine emotion in the word and he'd hoped Midoriya would be happy with the announcement.
"Thank you," Toshinori settled back a little, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Ah, forgive me if this is rude, do you plan on raising them alone or are you going to be raising them with their sire?" Midoriya sounded hopeful and Toshinori felt a pang. He'd considered keeping it a secret as long as possible. Midoriya was a young man, he had a very long life and career ahead of him. There was no reason to tie him down to a family so early, especially when he'd never even discussed it with him. Heat-sex had been an impulse decision, one he didn't regret for a moment, but just because Midoriya wanted sex with him didn't mean he wanted a family with him.
"I don't know, it depends on what the sire wants," Toshinori said, delaying just a little. "I haven't told them yet."
"Who is it?" Midoriya asked, and he sounded so hopeful and looked so worried.
"It's you, Midoriya-shonen," Toshinori admitted. "I understand if you don't want to be tied down, but..."
"Yes!" Midoriya exclaimed, excited enough to interrupt. "Yes I want to raise a dragonette with you, yes I'd love to be mates with you. I've been wondering ever since we were together if it was mine and you wanted me, but I didn't want to assume. And... yes, what I mean is yes, I want as much as you're willing to give me."
Toshinori was startled by his obvious enthusiasm, smiling a little dumbly. He'd never even begun to hope that Midoriya would want him, much less so fervently.
"Then I would like that very much, Midoriya-shonen."
Toshinori didn't usually have people over at his house. Part of it had been he hadn't expected to be teaching for long and so it still seemed to him it had that awkward feel when you overstay somewhere meant to be temporary. Little things like getting good shelves or fixing minor annoyances pile up, but there doesn't see to be much use in putting in a lot of time and effort into somewhere you're just going to leave. It was still hard to think that he'd need to either start thinking of it as permanent, or find a place more suitable for a mate and dragonette.
A mate, the thought still made him feel warm, and it was Midoriya who was always so kind and wonderful and knew him better than anyone else. He deserved so much better than an old lizard, but if he wanted Toshinori then he couldn't find the heart to deny him.
If Midoriya found anything lacking in his home he didn't say anything, turning to him almost as soon as they were through the door.
"May I? Please?" Midoriya made a reaching gesture and Toshinori was confused for a moment until he realized what he was asking and nodded.
"You may," Toshinori said, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as Midoriya reached out as soon as he was given permission, stroking over his bump through his clothes.
"Your dragonette, our dragonette." Midoriya touched over his belly slowly, making a startled sound and his wings flaring a bit at the flutter of movement under his hand.
"Our dragonette," Toshinori echoed, feeling warm under his hand, then Midoriya was moving closer and leaning up and Toshinori bent down eagerly to meet his kiss.
He had thought about it a lot, sex that was driven just by affection and mutual desire instead of the overwhelming urgency of heat.
"I worried you'd found someone else after you left me, I hardly dared to hope..." Midoriya murmured as he broke the kiss, voice a little deeper than usual.
"No, it was only you." Toshinori stroked over the inside of one wing, watching it shiver at the gentle touch.
"I want you so much," Midoriya said, looking up at him so intently that all Toshinori could do was make a helpless sound and press their lips back together.
Midoriya helped him with each layer of baggy clothing, unfastening them from around his wings and tail so slowly and carefully that Toshinori wanted to demand he hurry. Instead he swallowed his impatience and let him get the concealing cloth away. He worried for a moment that Midoriya would be unhappy with what he uncovered. He knew about the scar, but not the way it partially stretched over the bump that poked out almost unnaturally sharply from his too-slender body. Midoriya knew that he carried, but not everyone found that attractive.
"You're gorgeous," Midoriya murmured, stroking over the tight skin and scar tissue over his belly with equal devotion. Toshinori swallowed, petting his fingers through thick curly green hair.
"I'm so glad you find me so. You're so young and handsome, and I know I'm..." Toshinori was cut off with another kiss.
"I think my mate is perfect and I don't want to hear him saying anything otherwise." Midoriya smiled with the words, but there was enough sincerity behind them that Toshinori found himself nodding.
He helped Midoriya out of his clothes just as tenderly, but a little faster. Magic was demanding of the caster and Midoriya reflected that, strong muscles under soft skin and scales. He could take his time like this, find healed scars he knew hadn't been there only a few years ago. He wanted to learn every inch and every freckle, but while he wasn't nearly as overcome as he was while he was in heat, he still wanted him badly.
They ended up in bed together, Midoriya showing no sign of minding that he was a little awkward settling on his side to try and keep his big belly from being in the way. He stroked over it once Toshinori was comfortable, then hesitated.
"I, ah, as much as I want you, if you're not up for it like this..." Midoriya let the question trail off and Toshinori chuckled.
"I promise you, I'm up for it," Toshinori took his hand, guiding it down between his legs. Midoriya made a soft startled sound when he encountered how wet he was, needing no additional encouragement to rub his fingertips over Toshinori's soft folds, pressing in.
Toshinori bit back a moan at the attention, knowing he probably looked hopelessly over-eager, but it had been a long time since anyone else touched him and he'd wanted it so badly ever since he became pregnant. He spread his legs as much as he was able, not able to move as much as he'd like, but if anything that just seemed to encourage Midoriya and he settled in close, kissing over his neck while he rubbed over his aching clit. Toshinori felt his tail twisting behind him, curling and rumpling the blankets as his hips made small rocking motions. It was different from doing it himself, more unpredictable, and having Midoriya so close was intoxicating.
"Please..." Toshinori moaned, gripping at the blankets.
"Please what?" Midoriya sounded husky but so concerned and eager to please that Toshinori let out a little whimper, flushing at how he must sound.
"I want to feel your fingers inside me, please...."
Midoriya made a soft moan at that and Toshinori shivered and felt a little better about his own sounds, and then he wasn't thinking about much of anything as he felt him ease off his clit and his fingers move lower, one pressing in.
"Just like that," Toshinori managed, rocking against the touch. It was slender enough to slip in easily touching deep and rubbing inside him in a way that simultaneously made him want to melt into the bed and grab his hand and demand more, faster, harder. He settled for staying exactly where he was, aware he was making needy little sounds as Midoriya kept fucking him with his finger. And then Midoriya eased it out to start adding a second.
The gentle stretching was almost too much and it seemed like no sooner did Midoriya press deep inside him than he was arching as much as his belly would allow, tensing around his fingers as he came hard.
Toshinori panted, trying to catch his breath as he sagged on the bed, feeling so good like this. He didn't really want to move, but he didn't want to leave Midoriya waiting either and once he felt like his thought were more in order he kisses the top of his head.
"I want you to fuck me, but, ah... I'm not entirely sure the best way," Toshinori admitted. That got a slightly strained chuckle.
"I think I know a way, just tell me if anything hurts or doesn't feel right?" Izuku urged him up and then lay back for him, wings spread to either side as he urged Toshinori on top of him. Toshinori settled over him, seeing what he was getting at immediately and pressing down against him with a moan. Like this he could feel that Midoriya was just as slick and eager as he rocked up against him. It was almost too much so soon after coming, oversensitive as he was. But there wasn't any pressure on his belly and his back didn't hurt and he wasn't about to complain.
Toshinori could feel Midoriya's tail curling against his and he let his own wrap around it, holding tight as Midoriya rocked up against him. That was normal enough, but he wasn't expecting the hand on his belly, Midoriya stroking over it shakily even as he moved against him.
"Mine..." It was a soft growl, possessive enough to make Toshinori shiver as Midoriya rocked more frantically against him and Toshinori met the movements with his own, almost too much to stand. Then Midoriya was gasping, hips jerking up and pressing close.
Toshinori flared his wings out, nearly yelling as he was filled. It was perfect and he could feel his wings trembling as he braced himself against Midoriya chest, looking down at his perfect smile
Izuku stroked slowly over All Might's wings, watching him sleep. He still couldn't believe it, it felt like he'd close his eyes and when he opened them again he'd be gone and it would all have been a dream.
He'd watched All Might after their chance encounter in his office, seen as he started wearing baggier clothing that didn't quite hide the growing bump in his middle. He'd wondered and hoped and wanted so badly to ask him. He felt like a coward, but he couldn't stand the thought of All Might denying it, or telling him he'd been with another. He'd never let himself hope he might be able to have him like this.
He touched slowly over long golden horns, getting a happy sleeping sigh, smiling as he watched him. All Might was truly gorgeous, where most dragons had two of three colors in their scales, All Might had red, blue, and white patterned together and accented with the metallic gold that marked him as an omega. It made him especially striking and now he could touch and admire as much as he wanted.
There would be more to do to get ready for the dragonette. Their dragonette. But for the moment he could enjoy having All Might all to himself.
"You're awake already?" All Might's voice was rough with sleep, but he sounded amused rather than annoyed and Izuku leaned in to kiss his forehead.
"Yes, I didn't mean to wake you up." Izuku settled back close, affectionately covering as much of All Might as he could with a wing.
"It's a good way to wake up, I think I could get used to this," All Might said, settling under his wing with a content sigh.
"I hope so." Izuku relaxed, ducking his head close and closing his eyes, listening to him breathe. He had everything he could possibly want right there.