Archive of Our Own

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“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I thought-”

“As expected of a quirkless omega,” his supervisor sneered and Izuku flinched.

“What?”

“Ryousuke told me all about it. You stole his design and were planning to pass it off as your own? Honestly, I had my reservations when we hired you. I should have known better.”

“Steal it?” Izuku straightened, gaze falling on Ryousuke’s impassive face. “I did nothing like that! It’s my own design. I can show you the prototypes.”

The beta slammed his hand on his desk and Izuku had to force himself to stand his ground.

“You’re fired.”

“You can’t just- Why don’t you believe me?”

His supervisor spared him no further thought and turned to talk to Ryousuke. The world was buzzing in his ears and he felt the heat of the anger, the shame rise up to his ears. Realising that he could get nothing across, he turned on his heels and left. But not before catching the nauseating curl of Ryousuke’s mouth as the door slammed shut behind him.

He was numb to the low snickering and gossip behind his back - no doubt his coworker had already spread rumours about how the omega had stolen his ingenious ideas.

Izuku didn’t know how he got to the small apartment he had rented two years prior, when he had still believed that anyone could make it in Tokyo if they tried hard enough. It was hard to muster the same positivity that had kept him going from company to company, trying to build his portfolio but being rejected by virtue of being an omega and quirkless.

At every damn interview. When he entered, he saw the immediate lack of disinterest. No one wanted to hire him. What could omegas possibly offer except sexual services and fertile bodies, ready to be bred?

To hell with it. The injustice seared through him harder than it usually did. It pinched at every misgiving he had ever had about himself. As he buried his face in his pillow, he thought of contacting Ochaco.

But she and Tenya had recently professed their love to each other and they were engaged. It wasn’t fair to them if he continued to burden them with his problems, seeing as it was likely their second night together as a Bonded pair.

Izuku muffled his tears and cries in his pillow until his throat was sore and he was shuddering from phantom sobs. He missed his parents - his mother’s ever-loving embrace and his father’s fond hugs, even as he apologised for his ribs poking Izuku in the cheek.

He had promised to make it big in Tokyo and to let them live in a world of comfort.

But here he was, with only a few thousands to his name and nothing else.

His head was whirling.

And it wasn’t only from the exhaustion, he realised. The discomfort that had been at the back of his mind was more pronounced now and his stomach heaved.

Just in time. His heat.

He had been feverishly working on the prototype (the one you stole, his mind supplied bitterly) and he lost all track of time. And his cycle.

If that was what society expected of an omega - absolute obedience and purity, he would destroy that very notion. It was vindictive, probably foolish but at that moment, nothing could soothe the hurt he felt at having his trust in people betrayed.

That was how he found himself heading to one of the seedier districts. Ochaco had joked about it once when she and Tenya were having a fight. The omega had gone all stiff and turned a bright red, half-outraged and half-embarrassed as he shouted “It is extremely dangerous! What if you catch some kind of disease? I will not allow it”.

Ochaco had reassured him that she wouldn’t be off to gallivant with an unknown omega and then they resumed gazing at each other. Izuku’s heart warmed at the memory. The two of them were made for each other.

His own experiences were - well, better left buried in a dumpster.

Izuku pushed the door to the motel open with courage he hadn’t known he possessed. The woman at the counter looked up at him through the glasses sitting on her nose.

“Type?” she asked, brusque.

“Omega,” Izuku stuttered, gripping the hem of his loose-fitting shirt.

“I know that,” she said, drumming her fingers on the faded plaster of the counter. “I meant if you have any preference.”

Oh. Oh.

Izuku looked to the wall, where a chart of types had been labelled, accompanied by pictures of bodies in various states of undress. It made his head spin and his tongue went dry from the increasing level of self-consciousness he was feeling. And the fact that the rough fabric of his shirt rubbing over his nipples was extremely uncomfortable.

He eyed a particular alpha body type - lean, kind of muscular but not too much.

It was ironic, too, he thought, that here he could have chosen an omega or a beta (or many of them) and the woman watching him would probably not have batted an eyelash.

“This,” he pointed at the picture, a centimetre shy of actually touching it.

With practiced ease, she prepared a document and a card.

“Sign here.”

Izuku nodded, running over the terms. The establishment was not responsible for any altercations between parties. Even if it was bodily harm. Which, Izuku supposed, was fair enough since it was their choice to go into a dark room and have no strings attached sex with an absolute stranger.

Oh god.

He picked up the card gingerly and headed up the stairs the dimly-lit signs pointed to. Izuku took a last glance at the woman. She had gone back to resting her cheek on her hand and scrolling rapidly on her phone.

Izuku entered the room at the corner. He almost stubbed his toe, unable to see anything in the dark. There was a faint glow from a wall light at the corner, but that was all. He could make out the faint shape of the bed and the standing clothes hanger next to it. There was a ridiculous heart made of towels at the edge of the bed.

His heart went thud-thud and he felt the uncertainty creep in. Squashed it down. He could do whatever he wanted.

The finality of his thought was punctuated by a muffled moan that came from the room on the left and Izuku’s civilised sensibilities screamed at him to scramble out.

The door clicked open behind him.

Izuku froze.

It was an alpha. An alpha in rut. The most terrifying thought was that this alpha smelled incredibly good - it was involuntary, the way his ass clenched and even then, the slick leaked down his leg.

“Omega?”

The voice came from behind him and it was absolutely sinful that the alpha sounded as good as he smelled. It reminded Izuku of ice-cream melting in his mouth under the sweltering summer rays.

Izuku couldn’t help the small whine that escaped him as he slowly turned to face the figure. He couldn’t make out any features, and he was thankful that the dark shielded the blush rapidly crawling up his neck.

“Alpha,” he responded, a little breathless.

His heat was mounting, faster now that his pheromones were realising that he was in the presence of an alpha. An alpha who definitely seemed as aroused as he was.

“Can I touch you?”

Izuku was distantly surprised. There weren’t many alphas who asked.

“Yes, please,” he murmured, taking a step towards the source of the smell that was making him weak in the knees.

Arms engulfed him in warmth, and oh the smell was so potent and Izuku couldn’t help rutting against the alpha, the feel of the alpha’s bulge against his driving him mad. His hands traced firm, lean muscles and he felt them tense under his touch. The alpha’s calloused hands roamed over his overly sensitive body and Izuku pressed his face into the junction of the alpha’s neck, encircling his neck with his hands for fear of his knees buckling under him. Which resulted him in accidentally nosing the alpha's scent gland, which was divine. 

It felt right in a way Izuku could not explain in words.

“Clothes,” the alpha said, against the shell of his ear and Izuku all but cried from the way the slick was trickling down his legs now.

“Yeah, too many,” he gasped as the alpha’s palms reached for a hardened nipple through his shirt.

They divulged their clothes in a frenzy, the heat-haze driving Izuku half-mad. He wanted the alpha, deep inside him. Any moment now.

He realised he had vocalised his thoughts at the alpha’s quiet growl by his ear and a pleasant shudder ran down his body. The heady scent of his slick mingled with the alpha’s as he spread his legs and rubbed his aching cock against the bedsheet. The alpha’s hands were always on his body, running down his back or down his thighs and palming the slick, tracing it back to its source and Izuku almost yelped. He bit his lip and muffled a cry as the alpha’s finger traced his rim, teasing but never entering.

Izuku bucked against the touch, wanting to feel the alpha inside him. Please, please, please (he realised he was begging). He felt so hot, the curl of need in his stomach growing tighter and tighter and his ass clenched around emptiness.

“Patience, omega,” the alpha pressed a kiss to his back. It was oddly intimate and Izuku arched his back with a whine. He needed release and dragging his hand up and down his cock, coated in his own slick, was not enough.

Izuku pressed his face into the pillow when he felt two cool hands press on in the inside of his thighs and - that was definitely a tongue, licking its way up the trail of slick. The soft grunts were hopefully an indicator that he liked the taste, and Izuku’s ears heated up. No one had ever - well, he had never thought anyone would be so intimate. Again, ironic. He had never thought it would be in the dark, with an alpha he didn’t even know but definitely wanted.

That sinful mouth - tongue laving at the reddened skin where the alpha had been biting and sucking on the inside of his thigh, stopped short of his puffy hole and two fingers went in, eliciting a strangled gasp from Izuku.

Rendered prisoner to touch and the squelch of fingers entering him, Izuku felt every motion much more intensely. And he was begging for release before he knew it; Please, alpha, inside!

“As you wish, omega,” the alpha responded, at last, and oh thanks the gods above, Izuku felt the alpha’s cock right above his twitching entrance. It felt wet and heavy at the crack of his ass and he could have sworn the alpha’s smell had just amplified, enveloping him and making him drunk on the pheromones of their coupling.

The alpha’s hands wound around his waist and pulled him up against a broad chest at the same time his cock pushed past Izuku’s rim and slammed into his pulsating walls, slick escaping with an obscene squelch as the alpha pulled out. A finger pushed past his lips just before he drew blood in trying to stifle the resulting cry.

“Don’t hold back,” the alpha licked his ear, his breath getting ragged as he set a brutal pace, pounding into Izuku. The omega pushed back with equal fervour, his cock almost hurting from the release he had yet to achieve but was finally approaching. As the alpha pushed into him, his walls clenched and clenched as if to keep that thick length inside for as long as they could. The alpha’s sweat-drenched forehead was pressed on his shoulder and he pressed butterfly kisses onto the small of Izuku’s back every so often.

“So good,” Izuku was babbling. God, was the alpha annoyed? But he hadn’t said anything, so it was probably fine. He lost the strand of thought as the alpha slammed into him, hips stuttering.

“Knot?” the alpha asked hoarsely, as if he was barely capable of words.

“No,” Izuku managed, even as he was tightening around the alpha. He'd taken contraceptives but you never knew with a knot. 

The almost painful curl of pleasure wound tight in his stomach snapped and he was cumming all over the sheets, aftershocks running through him. He almost cried out in protest as the alpha pulled out, the tiniest bit of liquid warmth spilling into his insides before it was spurting all over his spread cheeks and down his back. Almost like the alpha was marking him.

A novel thought.

He barely had time to entertain it it as the alpha flipped him onto his back and hovered over him. It was too dark to see anything, true, but he could also see that the alpha’s hair seemed luminous.

“More?”

Izuku nodded fervently, then realise the alpha could not see him and so reached out to grasp the alpha’s cheeks. He landed on what was definitely long lashes instead, but he felt a huff of laughter against his palm and he felt a stupid grin making its way to his face as the alpha licked his hands clean. If he thought about it a little more, he would have found it strange that the alpha’s skin felt rougher against his left hand.

“Definitely more.”