@tsuintsuki made incredible ShoujiDeku art and it reminds me of when I used to write A/B/O about them so...thanks for the inspiration!

"Midoriya," a low voice spoke from right behind him and Izuku was helpless to stop the shiver that went down his spine as hot air ghosted

across the back of his neck. The puff of breath hit the sensitive bond mark there; it was like every little white scar from the mating bite was being caressed and it made Izuku's inner omega croon in pleasure even as outwardly he moaned loud and felt slick practically form a

puddle beneath him.

The sensations were only enhanced by his lack of sight, two large hands gently but pointedly covering his eyes. He could feel the definition of familiar callused palms cupping his cheeks and foreheads, holding him like he was something pure and precious even

as their owner spoke filthy into Izuku's reddened ears.

"Oh Midoriya, you look so good like this. Waiting so patient, tense with a hunger only I can satisfy. Vulnerable little omega...can't see who it is that's got their cock pressed right up against that pert little ass of

yours but oh, you know don't you?" the dark voice teases, "You'd know me anywhere. Your body knows the feel of my dick, the weight of me on you, the smell of me, the sound of my voice. And you love it. Because you know this isn't just an alpha. It's YOUR alpha. The man who owns

you, body and soul."

Izuku can't help but keen, hands flexing uselessly as he tries to reach back for his lover, tries to touch him in some way, to make up for his lack of verbal response. He wants to say something, anything, but he's choked up his own arousal, mind blank to all

else but that voice and those hands and the warmth of the solid body pressed against his own.

Moving is equally impossible though, with a hand like a large manacle locking his wrist in place behind him. He hears a chuckle and that teasing sound coupled with a surprise lick to

his bond mark make his knees want to buckle beneath him. He falters but doesn't fall, his alpha securing him in place with steadying hands on his hips.

"Oh, you trying to flee from me, little one? Or is it just that my voice makes you this weak? Imagine that: the fearless,

unrivaled hero Deku brought down by nothing more than a handful of words from his mate." A sudden sharp bite on Izuku's bare chest has him whimpering and arching his back.

"Ahh! Fu--Sh-Shoji!" he gasps and the alpha behind him growls approvingly, dragging his heavy cock up and

down the curve of his partner's spine.

"Mmm, you're so cute Izuku. I can't wait to take you apart, love...you want that? We don't even need to go to the bed. I'll just keep you up like this and slip inside your fuckable hole. Knot you while you're struggling to keep yourself up

on your toes. You want that?"

Izuku can barely think to nod, let alone voice his agreement, but his mate knows him too well anyway. The shorter hero can practically feel Shouji's smirk and moans when more large hands grip his cheeks and spread his legs apart, allowing the alpha

to push his cock inside Izuku deep and firm.

A rumble of pleasure rolls out of Shouji's chest and the alpha pulls Izuku closer to let him feel it, kissing the back of his omega's head as the boy lets out an answering purr.

"Fuck, you feel so good every time, Izuku. Your body

was made to fit my cock. This perfect hole is mine," Shouji states possessively and Izuku nods.

"Y-yours, yes, yours! Fuck, M-Mezou, fuck me! Please!"

A chaste kiss with the barest hint of Shouji's sharklike teeth behind it is pressed to Izuku's bond mark again.

"Of course,

baby boy. Just say one thing for me and I'll have you screaming and cumming on my knot for the next two hours."

"A-anythingn Mezou, please just m-move. So full, n-need more!"

"Tell me you love me, sweetheart. That's all I want."

Tears fill Izuku's eyes, both from the

frustrations of not yet being properly fucked and from the tenderness of his lover's request. Shouji Mezou is truly the best mate a boy could ever ask for. He's so lucky to have him.

"I love you, Mezou. So much. I loce you, I love you, I love--ahhn!"

Shouji grips his hips

tighter with a pair of his arms and starts to pound away, deadset on milking as many orgasms from his sweet little lover as possible.

"I love you too, Izuku. Fuck, love you so much, sweetheart!"

And after that? There isn't much more speech to be had.