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It couldn’t get more comfortable than that. It was late autumn evening, the hot cocoa with the marshmallows was on the table, and Hizashi was snuggled up between his two favourite alphas in the world, watching a horror movie. Everything was perfect.
Well, it could be more perfect if he could cuddle up to Shouta like he truly wanted to, but he wouldn’t take anything for granted.
As it were, he was sitting between them under a blanket he crocheted and scented for the three of them specifically, in their favourite colours, blue for Oboro, muted black for Hizashi, and yellow for Shouta. (Yes, Hizashi’s favourite colour was the eye colour of his crush. Sue him.) His legs were thrown over Oboro’s lap, who caressed Hizashi’s calf with his thumb, and Hizashi himself was leaning into Shouta’s space as much as he dared without being too obvious.
See, Shouta… never talked about his secondary gender. Or anyone else’s. He never mentioned having a crush on someone, or finding someone hot. Honestly, as rare as it was, Hizashi kinda assumed his best friend was asexual, on like, all fronts. That was why he never mentioned his… inconvenient feelings and urges for his alpha friend. He didn’t want to risk being shot down and risking their friendship. He wouldn’t do it, especially now that they’d became roommates after graduating from UA. Anyway, heat suppressants were working miracles and he wasn’t even as worked up about Shouta as he was at school.
Oboro insisted he should confess, and had been saying it since the middle of their first year but… he wasn’t the one who would have to move out, given that he was living with Nemuri, since they squared up after the accident during second year work studies and actually got together. Their domestic bliss was disgusting and Hizashi envied them so much.
He got lost in the fantasy of confessing and living his best domestic life with Shouta; waking up to him in the morning, kissing his sleepy face and cuddling on the couch before going to bed and falling asleep tangled together. He was so out of it that the next scare jump took him by surprise and he yelped and jerked up when the main character screamed on the screen. Both of his friends shot him strange looks and Shouta hesitantly and oh so carefully put an arm over his shoulders, pulling him closer, until Hizashi was tucked under his chin.
“Didn’t take you for a scaredy cat, Yamada,” he teased, his hand settling on Hizashi’s waist.
“Shaddup,” Hizashi murmured and nuzzled closer, inhaling Shouta's scent. He always loved it, a sandalwood that, in Hizashi’s humble opinion, went perfectly with Hizashi’s own spicy vanilla. It made for a delicious scent and ever since they moved in together, Hizashi sometimes indulged in fantasy that the scent mixing was on purpose.
He focused on tv again but he wasn’t seeing anything. No, he cuddled up into Shouta, now that he had permission, and his hindbrain screamed at him what a good alpha Shouta was, protecting him when Hizashi was scared, so, so good, so protective…
Hizashi yelped again and bolted from his seat to run to the bedroom. He left his two friends confused and concerned on the sofa as he slammed his door shut and rested against it before sliding down to the floor.
Fuck.
He tried to remember the latest couple of weeks and realised that between patrols and interning at the radio station, he skipped his heat suppressants more than once. In fact, he may have not taken one in the entirety of the week.
And now he was about to go into the first heat in three years, with his best friend and crush on the other side, oblivious to his predicament.
Mayday, mayday, someone fucking put him out of his misery.
He barely registered shuffling on the other side of the door and then two knocks.
“Hizashi?” Shouta’s voice came through. “Do you need help?”
Hizashi grimaced. Oh, he very much needed help, thank you very much, but it wasn’t one that could be easily provided.
“No, I,” he started but it was a high-pitched yelp. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m good, thanks.”He had to get Shouta out of the apartment. But how? He was sure if he told Shouta, he would insist on staying with Hizashi to make sure he was well-hydrated and drank something between countless orgasms.
Shouta and countless orgasms in one sentence had a high-pitched keen rising in Hizashi’s throat and he clasped hands over his mouth to quiet it down. Fuck, he couldn’t think about Shouta like this, it was unfair.
He barely made it to his nest and promptly passed out.
When he opened his eyes the next morning, first thing he realised was how fucking hot he was; the next was how slick it felt between his thighs and gross, he was never skipping suppressants again.
And the third thing was that he wasn't alone.
His eyes finally focused on Shouta, who was squatting by the nest, water bottle in hand and distressed look on his face. His scent took on the bitter note of the stress, too.
“Shh, Hizashi, it’s me,” he whispered, his free hand hovering over the nest as if he didn’t know if he should touch Hizashi or not. The blond omega immediately nuzzled into his palm, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. It was good, it was good. His alpha was here.
“Shit, you’re burning,” he murmured, fingers combing through the sweaty, tangled mess of hair. Hizashi started purring, with how good it felt. He wanted it for so long.
The hand in his hair stopped.
“Hizashi… are you in heat?” Shouta asked carefully, his hand withdrawing and Hizashi had to forcefully smother a whine at the loss of contact.
Instead, he meekly nodded and managed to speak up. “I forgot my suppressant,” he admitted, averting his eyes in shame.
Shouta sighed and made himself comfortable as he kneeled.
“Is there someone you’d like me to call?” He asked quietly and Hizashi felt tears stinging in his eyes but that was silly. What was he expecting, that Shouta what, will offer himself?
“Do you…,” he hesitated and from the corner of his eye Hizashi noticed how Shouta bit his lower lip, an anxious gesture. “Do you want me to ask Oboro for something for your nest? I’m sure he and Nemuri will understand.”
Hizashi whipped his head to look at Shouta incredulously. His nostrils were being assaulted by Shouta’s lovely scent and he wanted to fuck but… what the hell? “Why would I want Oboro’s things?”
Shouta looked at him confused. “Because you have a crush on him?”
Hizashi blinked. And then blinked some more. And then fell on his side and started sobbing. “You… this whole time? You thought I’m into Oboro?” He asked, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Shouta, now seeming to be thoroughly confused and embarrassed, nodded as he looked at the opposite wall.
“You moron,” Hizashi flopped on his back, ignoring the wetness between his legs. “You idiot. It’s you. It was always you,” he wheezed. And, because Shouta was an idiot who needed to be told things directly, apparently, “ You are the one I’m in love with.”
Nothing.
And then nothing some more.
Hizashi dared to look at Shouta, who was staring at him with mouth wide open. “You…,” he whispered before touching the edge of the nest. “M-may I?” he asked permission and as soon as Hizashi nodded, he was inside, crawling up to Hizashi, cupping his hand and looking at him so reverently Hizashi wanted to cry again.
“I… I was sure it was Oboro,” he said. “I was ready to just ignore it, to swallow it down, because you’re… you’re too vital, too important. I couldn’t lose you.”
On oh for fuck’s sake, Hizashi’s omega was frothing at its mouth and demanding to…
“Fuck me,” Hizashi wheezed. “Fuck me, mate me, right now, or I swear …”
Shouta seemed to hesitate and Hizashi hated every minute that this man wasn’t between his legs. “What.”
“You’re in heat,” Shouta stated as if that wasn’t fucking obvious with how feverish Hizashi was and with the scent of slick filled with arousal permeating the air.
“Wow, brilliant observation. Did they teach you that at school?” Hizashi snarked as he tugged on Shouta’s shirt. He was stopped by a firm hand.
“You can’t consent.”
Hizashi rolled his eyes. Fucking chivalrous alpha, God, he loved that man.
He tried to focus enough to come up with an action plan. Shouta would be paying for making him put this much effort while this horny.
“What would it take for you to fucking fuck me ?” He asked, as calmly as possible.
Shouta bit his lip, considering.
“If I knew you wanted it not only because you’re a horny motherfucker right now,” he finally said.
If Hizashi could, he’d be laughing his ass off. As it were, he put a valiant effort into retrieving his phone and dialing Oboro’s number. “Ask him,” he said, thrusting the phone into Shouta’s chest. His friend looked at him confused and left the nest, and room altogether, much to Hizashi’s displeasure.
Without Shouta, but with his scent filling Hizashi’s nest, the blond stood no chance. He dropped his pants and reached between his legs, sighing in relief as he put first finger into his drenched hole. He started pumping, slow at first, and then quicker, as Shouta’s smell got stronger, as if he was near again. He panted, whispering Shouta’s name, and then the door was opening again.
Shouta stood there, his eyes fixated on Hizashi, who didn’t stop moving his fingers. No, he added one more.
“So…,” Shouta said, swallowing thickly.
“So,” Hizashi panted, his other hand finding his cock and pumping slowly, leisurely.
“Apparently… you want “ my thick alpha cock and to rail you into the mattress ”? Since second year?” Shouta asked, one brow raised and condescending smirk on his face and fuck if that didn’t do things for Hizashi.
He whined and hid his face in the pillow. “I was a horny teenager, ok!”
Shouta came up nearer, dropping his pyjama pants he was still wearing, and his sleep t-shirt.
“My poor omega,” he crooned as he entered Hizashi’s nest as if he belonged there.
He did.
“Doing so well for me,” he whispered, spreading Hizashi’s legs and watching as his three fingers worked even faster. Slowly, he pulled them out and Hizashi whined at the loss but Shouta’s deep rumble placated him.
“It’s ok, Songbird, it’s okay,” Shouta said as he put his fingers over Hizashi’s hole and Hizashi melted both at the touch and pet name. Fuck, he loved pet names.
“I’ll take care of you.”
And that was the only warning Hizashi had before Shouta pushed four fingers inside and started stretching him as if that was the reason he was put on Earth, his only mission.
Hizashi panted and moaned, a string of expletives escaping his mouth and soon enough, he came with Shouta’s name on his lips, his back arching off the bed.
He dropped on his nest, heaving a breath, and tried to roll to the side but was stopped by Shouta’s firm hand. He looked confused at his friend - lover - mate ? Shouta raised his t-shirt to show it to Hizashi and proceeded to clean him up with it. Hizashi’s brain was flooded with pleasure and good alpha, protective alpha, his.
“Knot me,” he begged, raising his hips to entice Shouta to put his goddamn dick inside him. The thought thrilled him and he could feel the arousal flood him. He wanted this for so goddamn long and now…
Shouta’s hands on his hips lowered his body back on the mattress and the alpha situated himself between his legs. He took one last measured look at Hizashi’s face.
“Are you sure?” He asked, voice thick with some emotion Hizashi had no capacity to name at the moment.
Hizashi nodded fervently. “Knot me, mate me, I never wanted anyone else,” he cried and tugged on Shouta’s shoulders.
The man above him released a breath and slowly, oh so slowly, entered Hizashi, his thick cock splitting him in two and the sweet drag overtaking Hizashi’s higher cognitive functions.
He cried out, nails digging into Shouta’s back as the alpha stayed still to let him get used to the delicious burn. He had no idea how much prep he’d have to have but fuck, it was too much and not enough, and perfect and the knot would be the end of him.
Finally, he rolled his hips and it was a signal for Shouta to start pounding into him without abandon. Hizashi's throat felt hoarse from the screaming, and he was vaguely aware that Shouta was using Erasure but the pleasure he was feeling, pulling taut at the knot in his abdomen, was too good, too easy to get lost in, to care about such details.
His orgasm hit him like a freight truck, and he spilled between their bodies, Shouta following soon after. Hizashi felt the knot forming, expanding in his hole, catching on the rim. Shouta made short, aborted thrusts until the knot caught properly and Shouta could lay them both on their sides, face to face.
“Hey,” Hizashi said weakly, delirious, happy smile on his face. It all felt surreal but here he was, with the man of his dreams.
“Hi,” Shouta returned, pushing away some hair from Hizashi’s face.
“I can’t believe you thought I had a crush on Oboro,” Hizashi giggled and he could feel Shouta tense.
“You were laughing and joking with him! All the time!” Shouta protested, some of the blush that subsided back in the full force.
Hizashi rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes, I was also trying to make you laugh all the time and was hanging off you constantly but you never reacted to it,” he accused. “I also baked you goods and gifted you things, and praised you all the time. None of which I did for Oboro.”
His alpha blushed deeper shade of red.
“I… have no excuse for that,” he mumbled and Hizashi snickered.
“That’s okay baby, you’re a bit dense but that’s why I love you,” he reassured and snuggled into Shouta’s chest, settling for the time until the knot died down.
“...I love you too,” Shouta mumbled into his hair and Hizashi sighed happily.
He was never taking suppressants again.