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Ochako learned young that their society was not as lawful as it appeared. She was protected and nurtured before presenting, but that sort of treatment was a distant memory now that she was an omega. 

Her parents had considered not registering her, perhaps faking her death to do it. They considered putting her on suppressants for the rest of her life and registering her as a beta; beta’s were not loved or praised by the masses like an alpha, but they were safe. At ten, Ochako didn’t fully understand any of it, but she at least understood that what her parents were intending to was illegal. She wouldn’t have them getting in trouble for her.

There were days where she wondered if she regretted that decision. There were also days where she absolutely did.

Unclaimed omega abductions were hardly ever looked into. There wasn’t even a pretense of pretending to do so. Save for Ochako’s parents and potentially a few friends, no one cared that she was gone. An omega’s worth was tied to her alpha, and if she had none, then she was worthless.

Ochako should have found a remote job like her parents had urged her to. She could work from home and limit her interaction with the outside world, and with alpha’s, as much as possible. She didn’t listen; a foolish part of her wanted to experience the world. Wanted to take a morning commute to feel the sun on her skin and walk by the park nearby to watch the children play, still unaware of the horrors of the world that sat so thinly veiled beneath a pretty surface. 

The office hadn’t been safe. As a secretary, she was the first person the public saw upon walking in. There was security, sure, but that was just for show. Alpha’s could still do whatever they wanted. So when someone put something in her bottle when she had taken a break to the bathroom, no one stopped him. When Ochako drank from it and soon after blacked out at her desk, no one did anything. When a man with no affiliation to the company carried her out the front door, no questions were asked. She bet no one was surprised in the slightest when she never turned up for work again.

Honestly, in a world that operated in this manner, it was amazing how long she had the opportunity to stay with her parents, until she was 19. She was grateful to them for keeping her childhood safe.

A childhood she could look back on fondly, or rather try to think about instead while she was taken from behind. Aizawa—though he forbade her from calling him as such, only Sir—did not give thought to her previous virginity as he railed her the first time. Nor did he ever let up any of the times following. She also was not lucky enough that her captor would possess an average sized cock. Instead, it was monstrous.

Further misfortune for Ochako laid with her master's penchant for cruelty, in a variety of forms. It seemed all of his favorite things led to her suffering, anywhere from calling her the most demeaning things in the history of lexicon to fucking her in the middle of a room full of people. In fact, she was sure it was his express intention for everyone he knew to see him dominate her. These parties he hosted were her least favorite days. There weren’t many who could get away with that sort of thing even if they were an alpha, with so many witnesses, but an alpha prime?

It seemed her lack of luck would never run out, seeing as her owner was among the small rank of people who could commit mass murder and never even see the inside of a courtroom. An alpha prime's authority was never to be questioned. Why? She didn’t know really, some sort of ancestral or instinctual bullshit. All she knew was that her body was physically incapable of disobeying him.

So with no other options, she laid back and thought of home. But he made that harder to do on nights when he was feeling particularly chatty.

“The day I knot this used up pussy is the day you’ll finally split in half, you worthless cum dumpster. And when you break apart I’ll find a new whore. But you know what, O-cha-ko?”

Of all the creatively hideous things he called her, it was her name that she hated hearing in his voice the most.

The hand wrapped around her locks yanked hard and a cry burst from her lips as he pulled her head back. His lips pressed to her ear. “You’re the one I’ll be thinking of, even after I’ve disposed of you. Every time I bury my cock in a new omega slut, I’ll see your face, hear your wails. How could I forget the bitch I’ve kept around the longest?”

Lucky her. It seemed the others hadn’t lasted three years like she had. It made her wonder how much longer she had to endure this since she seemed to be setting some sort of unprecedented record, which led her to the question that haunted her days and nights: what did he do with the used ones he was done with? 

Because she knew that knotting her was just a threat he liked to use that would never come to fruition. An alpha had to claim an omega to be able to produce a knot, and the only type of omega with any power was a claimed one. Ochako could have him wrapped around her finger at the smallest request, because it was a mated alpha’s intrinsic duty to care for his mate. He biologically wouldn’t be able to hurt her any longer, which sounded like the last thing he would want. So when he threatened to knot her and stick her with his pups, she knew he was talking out of his ass just to scare her. 

Ochako didn’t answer his rambling. He just wanted to get under her skin, though he had already been there for years now. His touch never really left her, even when he was leaving her alone physically. No matter how much she scrubbed.

Aizawa let go of her hair and her head fell back to the mattress face first. His new grip on her waist was no less punishing as his hips found a rhythm that was lazy in speed but malicious in strength. 

“How do you want it, pet?”

Ochako knew what he wanted her to say and if she didn’t, he would only make it worse for her. Despite wanting the exact opposite, she whined for him to go, “ harder .”

He did just that, but her reward for saying the right thing was his continued slow pace and the absence of harsh striking against her ass.

Moans fell from her lips, exaggerated ones that made it seem as though she was enjoying herself more than she was because she knew it would get him to cum faster; he loved to hear her. The thought of putting on a show for him disgusted her, but Ochako knew what she needed to do to survive even if she hated it. Maybe it was why she lasted longer than the others.

“S—Sir!” she stuttered as she felt his pace grow uneven. He was chasing his orgasm, so now it was really show time. “ Fuck!” Halfway between a scream and a sob was his favorite sound that she made.

Her cunt flexed around its invader involuntarily as one of his hands wrapped around her and landed on her clit. He didn’t always care whether she climaxed. Sometimes he was only there to satiate his—rather frequent—needs, taking the quickest route to do so then leaving her alone. It was her favorite of his moods, if one could really equate it to anything close to being positive. But he did seem to derive some sick joy from giving her pleasure against her will at times. He must have known how repulsed it made her with herself.

“That’s it,” he grunted in her ear. She shivered. “Cum on my cock, omega.”

She couldn’t fake it; he usually knew if she did. So she tried her best to close her eyes and think of something that would get her there. Ochako pictured gentle hands tweaking her nipples, a soothing tongue against her neck, a light pressure against her clit in the form of tight circles at just the right speed. She didn’t picture anyone specific when she escaped to this fantasy, but whoever they were had kind eyes that looked at her like she was worth something. Whoever they were, they kissed her like they wanted to give her the world and not take everything she had ever loved away. Whoever they were, they didn’t want her for her presentation, but because they loved her. Oh, to be loved —

Her pussy fluttered around the cock that didn’t belong to the stranger in her mind like she wished it did, but she pretended all the same so her orgasm could crest. When it did she screamed, and Aizawa finally emptied himself inside of her.

“Don’t even think of washing off for the next hour,” he deadpanned as he removed himself from her. He redressed and left the room, Ochako never having moved an inch after she collapsed against her bed.

She could hear him moving about the apartment, with the knowledge that probably delighted him that she was lying dirtied by his seed mixed with her slick. The unrelenting smell of sex in the air would have bothered her had she not learned to mentally escape from these moments. 

In her mind, she was back with her stranger. He was holding her against his warm body. He was pressing his lips against the top of her head. He was whispering that he loved her and that he would give her everything he could. And though she dreamed up these wonderful things, she couldn’t bring herself to smile. 

She dreamt of her stranger again. She knew it was a dream, because even her subconscious couldn’t believe that she could be so happy. Be that as it may, she chose to enjoy every moment of it. Every caress, every press of his lips, every whisper against her skin.

He moved between her legs and his tongue made contact with her throbbing clit. A wave of pleasure careened through her body and her hand wove through his lock to keep him there, even to press him further into her. Her hips gyrated against his face, faster and more insistently as her orgasm grew closer. The edge was so close and she thrived in the journey to it though longed to finally throw herself over it until—

Her eyes snapped open and her hands really were entwined in hair, her clit really was being licked, and her hips really were chasing after her bliss. Horror sunk deep into her bones at the same time that her climax struck and she came on Aizawa’s face. She clamped her eyes shut in shame and hoped beyond hope that he would leave her there to the miserable knowledge of what had just occurred. He didn’t.

His tongue continued its treatment, rapture turned torturous. She didn’t know where her first orgasm ended and her next one began, or the one after that for that matter. Maybe it was simply the longest climax anyone had ever experienced, a never ending agonizing ecstasy that would continue for as long as her master willed it to. Ochako had no concept of how long it really lasted, she just knew she had nothing left in her by the time he was slipping out the door never having spoken a word to her, satisfied with his work.

It didn’t make sense though. Sure he took sick pleasure in making her cum when he was already there pursuing his own desires, but this? He didn’t even get anything out of it, and he always strove to get something out of everything . Not to mention that the way he had looked at her as he left was… Was…

Loving.

For every time she anxiously wondered what soon to come day would be her last, the horrifying thought that was occurring to her then had never come up. Despite what he so often threatened, what if he wanted to keep her forever?

She found him like that every night after that for a week. He didn’t even visit her in the day anymore, only sneaking into her room at night and waking her with gentle yet firm strokes of his tongue. His hands didn’t grip her so tightly that he left marks anymore. His fingers sliding in and out of her cunt didn’t move at a bruising pace. His cock didn’t even get near her. She couldn’t tell whether it was better or worse than before. 

Before, he had been so obviously trying to deliver her pain. He was cruel and he took joy out of hurting her. He only gave her pleasure in order to hurt her.

But now? She couldn’t tell what his intentions were anymore. Maybe he just wanted to fuck with her mind, or maybe he was really falling in love with her. Maybe he was getting his rocks off with a different unfortunate soul during the day but wanted to make sure his favorite whore didn’t have too much peace. Maybe it was some sick form of apology for all he had put her through. She would have highly doubted that he felt any morsel of remorse a mere week prior, but suddenly she questioned that which she had been so sure of.

She just didn’t know and that scared the absolute shit out of her. If she prided herself on anything in this life of endless abuse, it was knowing what his next move would be. Even if he had never claimed her, she still had the smallest amount of control over him in how she could mitigate his reactions to a tiny extent. She knew what to do to make him cum, and therefore to leave her alone for a time. But now? He wasn’t even trying to cum, didn’t seem to care whether he did or not. Something else was driving him and she had no clue what.

If ever Ochako was close to a breaking point, it was now. Maybe that was his goal. But maybe not.

Two things were different this time. First, he scented her once he was done giving her orgasms. It was the first time he had ever done it, not caring before whether his scent lingered on her since she never saw anyone that would notice. Scenting was a territorial act, and with no one to ward off from touching her, it meant nothing.

It was also intensely intimate, maybe even more than sex. Discomfort crawled through every inch of her body as each of her scent patches were given enormous amounts of attention. He said nothing as he did this, but groaned and purred in contentment every so often. She laid stock-still.

As for the second difference, before he left her in the cover of darkness to feel thoroughly revolted, he handcuffed her to the bed.

“Don’t leave this room,” Aizawa demanded. 

The strong command almost startled her as he had not spoken to her in days.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. As if she could anyway. As if she ever really did, if only to use the adjoining restroom. She guessed she couldn’t do even that until he returned, whenever that would be.

Ochako had begun to sleep in more often, with nothing in particular expected of her during the day since Aizawa hadn’t been using her anymore. And with him keeping her up at night—with his mouth and with the dizzying doubts he incited in her head—she needed to rest. But the next morning, she was awoken by a voice she didn’t recognize.

Odd. Unless he was having another one of his parties, it was only ever Aizawa or the maid that brought Ochako her meals—she sometimes wondered how the woman had gotten such a position, to move through this house without being assaulted. But the new voice was a man, one who had a similar lazy cadence to Aizawa, but a different tone. Less bored, and only a little less deep.

She wanted to hear what they were saying and would have pressed her ear up against the door had she not been restrained. This must have been why Aizawa had taken this precaution, because he knew this guest would be here.

But… why? Even if this man found out Aizawa had a prisoner in his home, it wasn’t as though he could do anything. Almost no one could do anything against an alpha prime. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but Ochako couldn’t shake the thought that something was up. She felt so certain that Aizawa didn’t want the stranger to know she was there.

There was only one way to test the theory.

“Hello?” she called out timidly, then with a clear of her throat, once again a bit louder.

The chatter outside stopped. Ochako held her breath waiting for something to happen. But maybe they would just go back to their conversation, ignoring the distressed omega as the whole of society always did.

“I didn’t know you had one, Aizawa,” the voice said. It sounded accusatory.

“One?” he responded blandly, though it seemed forced. After knowing him for so long, she was able to pick out the tiniest anomalies in his voice. At times, it had felt like her life depended on it.

“An omega.”

“Oh. Yes.”

He sounded as though he wanted to provide as little information as he possibly could. And because he didn’t explicitly tell her she couldn’t, she would circumvent that decision.

“Hello? Alpha, I have to use the restroom,” she lied.

More silence, before, “Why can’t she use the restroom?”

The question was full of judgment and Ochako felt her heart leap. Was Aizawa being—though subtly— judged for his treatment toward her? It almost made her feel giddy. Even if nothing else came from this, she would have that knowledge that for a few precious seconds, she had a confidant.

“Sometimes pets need to be punished.”

He was lying through his teeth. Ochako had been punished before plenty, and this was not anything close. She had no bruises and no recent emotional scarring; no blood, no vomit, and no cum adorned her. He just didn’t want that man to come in there. 

But why?

“Well, you’d better take care of her restroom issue. I don’t care what she did. I’ll wait.”

Ochako thought for sure Aizawa would use smooth words and reassurances to get out of fulfilling the request. But honestly, he didn’t even have to. If Aizawa didn’t want to do something, he could get out of it just by asserting his status. It was what he had done all his life she assumed, and she didn’t see why he would stop now.

There was a long pause and then to Ochako’s astonishment, there were footsteps leading to her room.

He… listened? There was no way, unless—

The door swung open and she was met with Aizawa’s grim expression. She had thought for certain he would be angry with her for drawing attention to herself, but the only thing that reflected on his features was sadness. Before she could ponder this look that she had never seen in his eyes—a sort of resignation to a fate she didn’t understand—her gaze flicked to the man behind him.

Her world ceased to exist yet began anew in a single moment.

The man’s mouth hung open in awe, as she imagined hers did too in that moment. His violet eyes sparkled with something like recognition though Ochako was certain they had never met. She would have remembered him, and yet he felt so familiar. Like a home she hadn’t been to but welcomed in her regardless with warmth.

“Fuck, I knew it,” Aizawa mumbled under his breath. Her eyes found him again and the morose expression was only further cemented into his face.

“Knew…?”

She didn't understand. What was this? Who was this man and why did it feel as though her life depended on getting to him? She hadn’t realized it before, but she was now yanking on her restraint, trying to come face to face with him.

Aizawa was pushed roughly aside and Ochako felt the hazy notion that she should be frightened that a stranger was approaching her at top speed but she felt that she could trust him. With her life, even.

He broke the handcuffs like they were a child's toy, prying open the band around her wrist with a metallic crunch. Then his hand moved to cradle her face; with such strength at the tips of his fingers, he held her like she was a flower beginning to wilt, afraid that she would fall apart. 

Worlds opened up at his touch. What was once a starless sky blipped with the shine of a trillion stars, all winking at her and promising of a future that was brighter than sun itself. She had been in a room full of closed doors, but his key opened them all to allow her into the night.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and his voice was silken against her ears.

“I am now,” Ochako whispered.

“But you weren’t previously?”

His face took on a shadow that spoke of unbelievable rage before he turned toward the door where Aizawa stood.

“So I suppose you’ll be taking her—”

Aizawa was unable to finish his sentence as he crossed the room in even less time than he had before. A loud crash resonated through the room as a hand closed around Aizawa’s throat and his back slammed into the wall.

“Wait!” Ochako cried.

“This is the man that has been hurting you, right?! If you say the word, I’ll tear him limb from limb right here and now,” the man snarled. 

A choking sound gurgled from Aizawa’s throat as the grip around his windpipe became tighter. Shouldn’t she have wanted Aizawa to suffer? Why was watching this display forming a pit in her stomach? 

On the other hand, her omega was beside itself. Ochako hadn’t felt it within her since she had arrived there so the sensation was odd and even alarming.

Let him avenge you. Your alpha wants to honor you.

Her alpha? But she didn’t know this man. 

“Wait, no, I don’t— Who are you? Why is this—”

Her scent must have signaled her distress because the man let Aizawa fall to the ground in a heap and rushed to her. It felt safe to be enveloped in his arms, a way she hadn’t considered she could feel again.

“I’m sorry, omega. Please, it’s okay. My name is Hitoshi Shinsou. I— You— Sorry, but you don’t know who I am?”

“No? Why would I?” she said, her brows furrowing. 

His expression twitched, like he was trying to conceal his anger for her sake but a bit had seeped through. “How long have you been here?”

Ochako knew the answer would only make him more upset, but she couldn’t lie to him.

“A little more than three years.” His jaw clenched and he was silent for a startlingly long few seconds, enough that she felt the need to fill the silence. “M—my name is Ochako Uraraka by the way.”

His gaze had fallen on a random point in the room but when it met hers again, his eyes softened. 

“Your name is almost as lovely as you are.” The intensity returned to his face and he leaned into her space as he grasped her hand. The pressure he applied was not enough to hurt, but she could feel the violence waiting beneath the surface.

“Shouta,” Hitoshi said, not loudly but dangerously. Ochako thought she had never heard the name, but then a memory from just a few nights prior invaded her mind.

“Please call me Shouta.” He had whispered the request into her heat while he drove her mad with his tongue, so she hadn’t been in any state to process it let alone comply. She may have forgotten all together had it not been for this moment. 

He wanted her, for the first time ever, to address him by name.

“You knew you couldn’t claim her. You knew her omega would never acknowledge you. You knew that I would eviscerate you when I found out.” Hitoshi stood from the bed and turned to Aizawa. Though he didn’t approach, he was no less intimidating than if he had a fist at the ready, an impending hit that would smash Aizawa’s face in. Ochako held her breath as she tried to collect more pieces to the puzzle she couldn’t see the final picture for.

“I thought it would have been obvious,” Aizawa all but mumbled, his eyes far away.

“What, because you’re a sick fuck?”

Aizawa smiled but there was no humor in it. “Well, that too. I’m a sick fuck and I love her.”

The room was still as Ochako’s brain rushed to take in his last statement but it rejected the information. This went against everything she thought she knew. He loved her? His worthless whore, valued less than the dirt under his shoes? His cock sleeve, cum rag, fuck doll, nasty little skank, and everything else he had called her? No, she was expendable. He would get a new one when he was done with her, that’s what he always told her. She was nothing.

“You can’t use fucking romance as a justification here, you filthy excuse for an alpha prime. Do you have any idea what you have coming for you for fucking with the alpha supreme? With my omega?!”

Hitoshi flew across the room and struck Aizawa with a sharp kick to the gut. He gasped, and wouldn’t stop gasping even as Hitoshi crouched and came in close. “You’re dead.”

Ochako couldn’t watch as Aizawa was beaten. Maybe she should have felt satisfied that he was finally getting what he deserved, but too many emotions and too much information swirling about her mind made it impossible to know what to feel.

The Alpha Supreme; that was why he had been surprised that she didn't know who he was. But she hadn't any access to the news and hadn't been aware that a new Supreme had been inducted into the cities clan.

The omega of the Alpha Supreme. Now that was a powerful woman, unable to be touched or commanded by anyone but her alpha. They practically ruled the world together. And it was her?

“Hitoshi,” she said. She hadn’t spoken loudly but her alpha was so fine tuned to her even before claiming that he stopped in his tracks, fist poised inches from Aizawa’s bloodied face. “That’s enough.”

“Ochako, he—”

“I know better than anyone what he’s done.” She stood from the bed in a stance that was more confident than she felt. “Let the courts decide what to do with him, but I won’t watch him die in front of my face.”

He looked skeptical but stood to join her. “I hope you aren’t going easy on him because of his feelings for you.”

A cough came from behind, then a muffled voice. “That’s just who she is. Has nothing to do with me.”

Ochako looked at him for the first time since the repeated punches to his face. Bruises were already blooming but they were hard to see under all of the blood. She didn’t move closer, but crouched to his level.

“I do have questions though.”

He looked in her eyes and she was reminded of how he looked at her while he ate her out against her will. She hadn’t been able to place the look before, but now she understood that he was looking at something he wanted but would soon lose. He knew Hitoshi would find her. He knew their time was up.

“If it’s about the past week… I didn’t want the last time to be as bad. I wanted to…” He scoffed at himself, like he knew he was being ridiculous. “I wanted you to see I could be okay, sometimes.”

She was silent for a moment. His definition of ‘okay’ was very different from hers.

“I thought you didn’t claim me because you didn’t want me to hold any power over you.”

“Ochako… I wanted more than anything to claim you, but you’re the Alpha Supreme's true mate. It's physically impossible.”

She remembered a pressure on her neck, but her skin hadn’t broken. He didn’t bite her hard enough, or so she had believed. Ochako just thought it was a scare tactic, especially looking back on it later and comparing it to all the other ways he had tried to frighten her with empty threats. Never would she have dreamed that he wanted to claim her but couldn’t. He only had her for a few weeks by that point. Had he already loved her then? 

“One more…” She took a deep breath. “Why me?”

Aizawa chuckled and Ochako could feel Hitoshi’s energy vibrating the entire room but she wanted to hear this. And if he was her alpha, he would let her have it. He would let her have anything.

“Have you met you? You’re remarkable. I stole you for your beauty but I loved you for your heart.”

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she allowed Hitoshi to take her from the room. He had a hand on her the entire way to his car at the base of the apartment complex where she had been kept for years. When the sun hit her face, she flinched. Hitoshi’s grip on her waist grew stronger. 

Hitoshi was careful with her. For the first few days, she saw him a bit but not as much as she would have thought. It seemed he was trying to give her some space to become a real person again, with thoughts and opinions and not just survival instincts. He gave her books and articles and answered her questions about things that had happened in the world during her imprisonment.

Slowly, he encouraged her to ask questions about him, and he about her. He was introducing the idea of him gradually, of the idea of them together.

But Ochako wished he wouldn’t. She was going insane. If he didn’t touch her for yet another yet—even refuse to sleep in the same bed—she would explode. Did he not want her? Logically she knew that was ludicrous, but her omega was reeling and sobbing about how her alpha didn’t seem to crave her touch. Ochako wasn’t used to this and had very well forgotten the feeling of her second gender voicing itself so loudly from within. It had been completely dormant when she was with Aizawa, but now, it was more alive than ever before.

She didn’t say anything about this to Hitoshi. If he wanted her, he needed to show her. Ochako had been through enough mind games for a whole lifetime and for once she wanted something to be simple, concrete. She wanted him to so obviously want her that she would have no question whatsoever. 

Because god did Ochako want him. She wasn’t so sure at first since everything had happened so fast—not to mention it always felt like things were happening to her, not by her. But Hitoshi was… just good. She didn’t know how to describe it. His aura combined with hers in a way that made her feel like the full version of herself just by being near him. She couldn’t imagine what she would feel like once he actually claimed her.

Now he just needed to do it.

“I found your parents,” he said one night, and her body grew still.

“You did?” She hadn’t asked him to do that, hadn’t gotten back into the rhythm of asking for things at all really.

“Yes, they’re coming here to see you tomorrow. If you’d like and if they agree, they could move into the guest house. Whatever you want.”

She took in his features, the lazy look about them that only thinly veiled the anticipation in eyes, waiting for her reaction. He was hoping she liked his gift, that his omega would feel cared for. He couldn’t hide it from her no matter how nonchalant he meant to appear.

Ochako shot forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, effectively planting herself on his lap as he sat in his armchair. Every plan she had about waiting for him to make a move flew out the window.

Her omega purred as Ochako planted kisses across his face then finally landed on her mouth. Hitoshi chuckled below her until the fervent pecks grew to be more. She kissed him in earnest now and his scent changed to something predatory, but alluring. Dangerous, but soothing.

“Ochako,” he growled at a frequency lower than he had employed before. She shivered in his hold. “If you keep going, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Why would I want you to stop?” she whined. She intended to go in for another kiss, but his hands took hold of her arms and held her back.

“I’m very serious right now. If this is just your omega forcing your hand, shut it down.”

She blinked at him. Not at all had she considered that her omega would make her do something she didn’t want to do. Did she want to have sex with Hitoshi? Did she want him to claim her then and there?

Yes, without a doubt in her mind.

“My omega and I are in agreement,” she said clearly as she looked into his eyes and let him know she was in control of herself. “I want you to fuck me.”

Before she realized what was happening, she was being lifted up and then promptly tossed on the nearby bed, her bed that she wanted to be theirs. He wasted no time removing her clothes from her, caring little for what condition they would be in after he was through with them.

She fumbled with the closure on his pants but he had gotten her stark naked and began working on himself before she could accomplish much. It was as though the simple recognition that she did want him had released an animal that would pay any cost to have his skin against hers.

It was different than with Aizawa. He had loved her, yes, but he had also possessed a twisted mind that loved to cause her genuine terror and pain. Hitoshi’s love was not soft but it was pure. His attentiveness to her skin was not a self serving infliction of torture but a delivery of pleasure for her sake. Give and not take.

An orgasm bloomed in her body before he had even touched her pussy. She could have cried from how beautiful she felt, the first orgasm she had ever experienced that was good. She let her moans fill the space to let her alpha know how pleased she was. By the time she looked at him again, his pupils were blown wide.

“The first of many,” he growled before he took her lips with his again.

And he was right. She had thought she had given him all she had by the third, but when the fourth, then fifth exploded into existence, she wondered if he would ever stop making her feel this way. She wondered if she would ever want him to stop.

He flipped her over so she landed on her stomach. She was unsure if her limbs would be able to keep her up, but he forced her ass into the air and she held it there with sheer willpower.

“You want me to knot you, love?” Yes, fuck yes, please. But her mouth wasn’t working; her brain was only barely operational. She was pretty sure she was drooling all over the sheets. “Want me to bury my cock deep into your gorgeous cunt and let out enough seed to fill you to the brim?”

Claim.

“ Fuck ,” he grunted as he slipped inside her again. “It’s just better and better every time. You’re so perfect. ”

Claim.

His pace was slower than before, but no less feral. He wanted to enjoy these last moments before his knot formed, so he took her leisurely. He gripped her waist with large, strong hands physically moved her body for her, back and forth, along with the thrusts of his hips. She was boneless but he was there to fill the gaps.

“I want to live my life by the whims of your cunt. It won’t be measured in days but by the time between fucking you. I hope to be inside of you more than I’m not. Would you like that, love?”

Claim.

“To be speared by my cock more than your not?”

Claim.

“ Fuck , I’m going to make you feel incredible every day if you’ll let me. I’m going to—”

“Claim! Claim me!”

The words tore from her throat not entirely of her own volition but they weren’t untrue, not in the slightest. She didn’t know what the fuck he was waiting, but yes she wanted to live on his cock.

“Ochako—”

She could sense what he would say next.

“Yes! I’m more sure than I ever have been! I want to be yours in every sense of the word! Please. ”

He was silent for a moment and his thrusts ceased. A sudden chill entered her body as she wondered whether she had said the wrong thing. Was her alpha displeased with her? Because if she was, she wanted to die. She probably would die if he didn’t want to claim her.

He withdrew his cock from her and she thought she might burst into tears until he flipped her onto her back and saw the inferno burning in his eyes.

“I hope you really fucking mean it, because I can’t stop myself now.”

His length slammed back into her and she cried out. An obscene squelching filled the room from the massive amounts of slick she was producing, but it wasn’t near as loud as the combined moans and grunts. 

He took her back to the peak she had seen so many times that night already and just before she fell over it, sharp teeth broke the skin of the gland on her neck. Light bloomed from behind her eyelids and her world turned inside out, much like it had when she saw him for the first time. But if she had believed that she felt newly complete then, she had been wrong. She didn’t know nearly the extent of what it was like to be whole until this very moment. She was just a shell before, even before her imprisonment. Without knowing it she had been waiting for something that would fill her void and all once that space was gone, and filled with Hitoshi. Her alpha, her love.

The taste of his blood met her taste buds as she delivered a matching bite to his neck. His groan vibrated her whole body and she felt his knot forming inside of her. Tears fell down her cheeks, but not ones of pain or sadness like she was no stranger to in the past, but of raw joy. Of unfettered pleasure. Of anticipation of a happy life.

Hitoshi gazed down at her as he filled her. His eyes darkened even further so no purple peaked through when they glanced down at the mark on her neck.

“Mine,” he growled before licking her wound.

“Yours,” she cooed from beneath him.

For the first time, she delighted in being owned.