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The "Touch" Series
Izuku Midoriya was an Omega. His whole life he never once hated the fact that he was born into the weaker sub-gender. It was part of who he was. Izuku wasn't ashamed to say that he was weaker than others, doo...
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Izuku was a surprising creature. I wasn't prepared for many things when it came to the Omega. Our history wasn't pretty, and to many, it would seem downright cruel. The things we put each other through, the things I put him through, caused enough paid to last a lifetime. It was about time for a fresh start, and finally, the two of us seemed to be mending bits of our broken selves.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. His halo of kelly green curls scattered around the mattress, framing his head perfectly. My Omega was beautiful, and it shocked me that it had taken me so long to really see Izuku for who he was. I had only ever looked at him as a nuisance. In the beginning, he was my friend, and after that, he was the fuel to my rage. I had been confused; so confused for so long.
"I don't plan on going anywhere if you aren't by my side." Words like that had never slipped my tongue before. This Omega did things to me that made me shamelessly speak words that normally would have made me cringe. Izuku had wound his fingers into every fiber of my being. I honestly didn't think I could leave him again without tearing myself apart in the process.
Izuku shuddered underneath me. His cheeks flushed a rosy color while his thin fingers grasped into my clothes. It had been so long since I smelled the scent of arousal on him. His body ached for me, and it frustrated me that my first reaction was to hesitate. Izuku's thighs parted, forcing me to slip between them and press against him. The hardness pressing into my hip had a low rumble forming in my chest. I knew he wanted me, but I couldn't stop thinking about all the times I felt him fucking some other Alpha.
I wasn't mad at him. I did not hold it against him, either. My memories were tainted, and each thought of sex that involved Izuku made my head spin and my heart ache. The last time I slept with Izuku, he disappeared for six months. Not that I thought the would leave again. My instincts feared my Omega would vanish. The memories that tainted my mind were branded into me.
Izuku latched onto me. His arms wound around my neck and the soft pants coming from his lips drew me in. I wanted to lean down and kiss him. I wanted to lick, kiss, and test every inch of his body. I wanted to claim him as mine. I wouldn't mark him until our relationship was more stable, but I could roll him in my scent until it was all anyone could smell on him. I wanted him to belong to me. I wanted him to never go away.
"What's wrong?" Izuku asked. His voice sounded breathy, needy, as he tried to get my attention. I had no reason to deny him sex. He was my Omega; my mate. It was my duty as his Alpha to please him. Any Alpha who couldn't please their Omega was a failure in my eyes; a shitty mate.
"It's nothing," I soothed him and brought my lips down to his throat. His scent was thicker here, and the closer I got to his nape, the more I longed to sink into him while biting into the supple gland that called my name. Izuku's body arched. His hips rose off the bed and pressed against me. I could feel his arousal. I could smell his slick.