mixingbowl | Piece of the puzzle, you're my missing part

Piece of the puzzle, you're my missing part

[It starts off as a normal day--well, almost normal. If it weren't for Todoroki being horribly sick and missing his classes, then it would've been just like any other day on the UA campus.

Still, his friend's been sick for quite a few days now, and Izuku can't help but worry about him. Once classes are out for the day, Izuku makes a beeline for the dorms, heading up to Todoroki's room and knocking on the door without hesitation.]

Todoroki-kun? It's me. [Hm, the door's unlocked. Izuku opens it as quietly as he can, peering at the lump on the bed when he steps inside.] Are you feeling any better?

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[ Of course he is. His mate needs to be taken care of, why wouldn't he be here?

What he actually says, ] Would you rather I left?

[Even through the feverish haze, the words register and Izuku clutches at Shouto, distressed at the thought of him leaving.]

Don't leave... [Izuku presses his face into Shouto's shoulder, shivering.]

[Warm. He likes being here warm and cozy with Izuku clinging onto him.

He doesn't want to leave, and apparently Izuku doesn't want him to go either.]

Shh, I'll stay as long as you want me.

[He doesn't think it'll be all that long.]

Promise? [It's something Izuku would never have asked Shouto to do if he were thinking clearly, especially after the last week. Prioritizing his own comfort over his friend and crush's.. suffering in silence would've been more appealing.

But now, feverish and lonely after Shouto had distanced himself, all Izuku wants is for his mate to stay close.]

I promise.

[Just for a little while, he can pretend his hasn't completely shattered their friendship. He can pretend Izuku really wants him.

Distantly he knows he's just taking advantage of Izuku in a fever haze, but it's been so long since he's been close. He doesn't want to give this up.]

[Promise given, Izuku finally seems to relax.

His hands, though, still curl into Shouto's shirt tightly, as if he's afraid Shouto will disappear if he doesn't hold onto him like this. He mumbles, green eyes glassy as he looks at him--] Missed you...

[That's fine. After so long it's nice to be held by his alpha-- he shouldn't think like that, and yet he can't help it.]

You did? [It's probably just from the fever he's running. Izuku doesn't mean it...]

Mmmhmm. [It's a soft hum that escapes him.

His eyelids begin to droop as his weariness catches up. Worn out as he is from presentation sickness, it wouldn't take much for him to just fall asleep, especially with his omega's scent surrounding him.]

[ Shouto runs his fingers through Izuku's hair. Just like the last time they slept together. ]

Rest. I'll be here when you wake up.

[Wrapped around Shouto like this, being touched, it feels like things are finally falling back into place.

Izuku lets his eyes close, lulled to into sleep by the gentle feeling of fingers carding through his hair.]

[ Shouto let's himself fall asleep once Izuku's sleeping. It's soothing and probably the best little sleep he's gotten in a week. ]

[The fever breaks while they sleep, lifting some of the stress from Izuku's body as it finally nears the end of his presentation. Izuku, when he wakes a few hours later, feels more refreshed and rested than he's been all week.

There's a new kind of heat that's taken over him, though, settling right into his veins as he blinks awake. It's...warm, with Shouto curled up beside him. Izuku has the niggling feeling that something isn't right here, that Shouto shouldn't be here, but it's difficult to figure out why when he's thinking through a fog that feels...oddly familiar.

Rather than worry about that now, Izuku focuses on his omega's scent and warmth, both equally inviting. With Shouto's back facing him, it's easy to press up close behind him like Izuku wants to. One arm curls around Shouto's midsection as he rubs himself against his mate, repeating his name desperately.]

[It's nice to be surrounded in his alpha's scent. As frayed as his nerves have been trying to avoid him, they're at least together now. He's finally being touched again.

Even in the haze of waking up, he can feel Izuku rubbing against him. He doesn't even try to stop the pleased sigh.]

Izuku... [He's definitely starting to get wet and hard at the treatment. It would be okay, wouldn't it? They both want it...]

Shouto... [There's no weariness in his voice now, and unlike before, his voice has taken on a low, underlying growl.

Izuku buries his face into Shouto's neck, nose skimming the skin there as he takes in Shouto scent.]

Shouto, I want you. [Normally, he'd be embarrassed by what he's saying and doing, but the flood of heat from his rut keeps all of that at bay. He's already hard as he rubs against his mate's back again, though this time he trails his hand forward until he can cup Shouto through his pants.]

Then take me. [He would be embarrassed, but it's been so long since his alpha's held him in his arms, let alone spoken with him. Between Izuku's rut and Shouto's heat slowly coming back, Shouto isn't putting up any resistance.]

I want you, I missed you. My alpha...

[Izuku hums, pleased by the answer. Shouto's alpha. He likes the sound of that.

Lips dragging down Shouto's neck, leaving little nips as he goes, Izuku strokes Shouto through the fabric, coaxing him into full hardness.]

[He shivers underneath Izuku's touch. There's nothing that feels better than his Alpha's hands all over him- claiming him.]

Mmm... [The jerk of his hips is involuntary, but he's sure anybody would try to get more pressure when it feels so good.]

[There's no hiding the smile on his face when he sees just how responsive Shouto is. He gives one stroke and then another, before pulling his hand away to tug insistently at Shouto's pants.]

Take this off. Your shirt, too. [Izuku tells him, voice low. It's a command from Shouto's alpha, not a request.]

[Shouto almost chases Izuku's touch. With the orders being given, Shouto accepts them. It's not like it's a chore to do something he also wants.

So the shirt and the pants are quickly discarded as he spreads his legs for Izuku.]

Make me yours.

[Shouto's not even hiding how eager he is. It sparks something possessive in him, and Izuku settles right in between his legs without hesitation.]

Gladly. [Izuku runs his hands up Shouto's legs before gripping his thighs with a roughness so different from his gentler touches from last time. His rut feeds into his impatience, and unlike before, Izuku doesn't slow down and take the time to make sure Shouto's wet enough. He can smell the slick already and that's all the proof Izuku needs before he's lining up and pushing inside with one swift thrust.]

[Oh. This was what he wanted out of Izuku all along, wasn't it? It was hard to define when he barely knew what his body wanted. But with Izuku in rut, it's like that's all been taken care of for him.

He's wet enough that Izuku pushing in just makes him groan in appreciation. His arms come up to grip him tightly. They're not going anywhere for a while and Shouto is absolutely okay with that in the heat of the moment.]

Mine...

[This is what they both wanted, right? It's easy to forget all the trouble they've had communicating with each other all week when they're wrapped up together like this.

Hearing only encouragement from his omega, Izuku catches Shouto's lips in a fierce kiss, hips already picking up a faster pace as he moves.]

[ Shouto opens himself up too the kiss, lips parting for him. Take him. Claim him. Make certain everyone knows who Shouto belongs to.

His hips move in time with Izuku's. It's easier than he imagined, just following into his alpha's pace. For the first time in a week, he finally feels at ease and it's because Izuku's cock is filling his needy pussy. ]

[It's good. Really good. But it's not enough. All Izuku can think about is how much he wants to hear Shouto crying out and desperate beneath him as he claims him. He wants to wreck him and leave no doubt that he has been claimed.

Izuku scrapes his teeth across Shouto's scent gland, already feeling the itch to bite down and mark him.] Turn over. [He can hardly recognize his own voice as he commands him and reluctantly pulls out.]

[He wants the claiming bite. He wants to say that Izuku is his alpha and nobody else's. A moan slips out of him as Izuku's teeth run over such a sensitive bit of skin.

Without thinking about it, Shouto does as Izuku asks, flipping over as soon as he's told.]

Izuku. Izuku... I need you. Fuck me. Mark me. Make me yours.

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