all day and nighttime yours, leave me never

Enji knew that he’d been pretty lucky. Between the fact that the Todoroki family’s old money and his Hellflame quirk, no one would mess around with him despite being an omega. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to be treated like an omega sometimes, wanted to get roughed up and fucked hard enough to see stars, just like the actors he’s seen in random porn clips and dirty magazines at the dead of night.

Not just any alpha would do though, because Enji had standards. That’s where Toshinori came in  — the third year alpha was tall, handsome, and best of all, top of his class: perfect fodder for Enji’s teenage fantasies. The only problem was, while fantasy Toshinori had absolutely zero problems doing every dirty and depraved thing he thought about and then some, in real life the alpha was just too much of a gentleman, always turning down those who ask him out.

Enji should know, considering how often he’s stalked followed the alpha whenever he got another love note in his locker.

(He had thoughts about discouraging other omegas, betas, and even the occasional alpha from dropping those letters off at all before realizing that it would be much more beneficial to see how Toshinori reacted to them, find out what appealed to and appalled the alpha for his own attempts)

That’s neither here nor there though. It was the second week of term and, by luck, Toshinori-senpai was using the same training area as Enji. The omega watched the blond pull up his shirt to wipe at the sweat beading between his eyebrows, exposing the alpha’s abs. He was about to say something, call out, when Toshinori looked towards him, dropped his shirt and waved him over.

With no reason not to , Enji trotted over (not that Enji wouldn’t come over, even if he wasn’t invited), more than happy for the break from practicing his flashfire fist attack. Especially for the object of his youthful desires.

“Todoroki-kun, it’s been a while!” The alpha said with a smile.

“You as well senpai, how have you been?”

“Fine overall, I’ve been working on some new moves!” He punctuated his words with a few jabs. “What about you?”

“About the same, I want to make sure I make a good showing this year at the sports festival since I couldn’t participate last year.” Enji pouted scowled, still remembering how he had missed his first one due to a rather inconveniently timed heat. Even with his suppressants, Recovery Girl had forbidden him from competing, so he ended up watching from the sidelines like a management student.

“Well, I suppose if you win your first sports festival, we can do something special, anything you want!” The blond clapped Enji on the back, hoping to cheer him up.

This… This was perfect , an opportunity Enji was sure he wouldn’t have asked for. Enji, already knowing what he wanted, smirked at the taller student. “Then when I win the sports festival, you’ll take me out and do what~ev~er I want, alright?” Not that Enji had any plans to not do his best, but this lit the (proverbial) fire under him, made him want to take first place even more.

“W-wait, Todoroki you can’t be serious!” Toshinori choked out, face flushing nearly as red as Enji’s hair.

Enji tutted, shaking his head. “You promised. Anything I want.”

Enji took great glee watching the older teen swallow, a faint flush across his face. “Yeah, anything you want.”

---

And of course, Enji took first place. Maybe not quite with ease, but with his quirk, skill, and intelligence, Enji stood in the middle of the podium as Yoroi Musha-sensei awarded the medals. He smirked at the cameras, knowing that Toshinori would have no reason to deny him his date or anything after.

Enji decided to wait until after the third year students competed as well before messaging Toshinori. The alpha, of course, won quite handily, his tactics and overwhelming strength propelling him to the top.

> (・∀・)ノ

> Congrats senpai 

> (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

> You did amazing!

< congrats to you too enji-kun!

> Still good for our date?

> (・・ ) ?

< youre not going to let this go are you?

> Of course not!

> ヽ( `д´*)ノ

> Senpai promised he would do whatever I wanted if I win and I want to go on a date with you!

< fine fine i would never want to disappoint one of my cutest kouhai 

> (⊙_⊙)

> Senpai you can’t say that!

< why not? it’s true

> (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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It had been almost a month since the sports festival before the two could find time for this date; both young men had internships that kept them busy and, in Enji’s case, out of the city entirely for most of that time. But finally, just a sparse week or so before finals, they had coordinated their schedules enough to have the weekend together. 

Enji wanted to be early, opting to head to the station they would meet up at almost half an hour ahead of time. Imagine his surprise when he saw the blond alpha already there, fidgeting in front of the fountain and checking his phone every few seconds. Looks like the alpha had the same idea. Enji slowed his pace just a tad, not wanting to seem too eager.

“Todoroki-kun!” Toshinori waved when Enji came into his sight, meeting the slighter figure halfway. “I’m glad you made it, it’s been a while.”

“I uh, know you had, er, plans,” Toshinori started, glossing over the fact that Enji had demanded they make out like horny teenagers on several occasions, “but I was hoping we could do some stuff first, like maybe movies and a meal?”

Enji blinked, “What like a date?”

The taller teen flushed but nodded, “Pretty much. If that’s okay with you Todoroki-k-”

“Of course!” Enji coughed, embarrassed by how quickly he answered. No need to scare the alpha off with his enthusiasm. “I mean… I wouldn’t be opposed to making this more of a date than I expected. You always turned down others before.” And then he quickly tacked on, “I heard,” because otherwise he would have to own up on his somewhat creepy stalking and that was not going to happen. Ever.

Toshinori looked away, a flush to his features. “Well, of course, I’d turn down people if I was interested in someone else. I wouldn’t want to lead them on with false hopes.”

“…but you didn’t turn me down at all.” 

“Todoroki, no, Enji-kun,” the use of his first name had Enji swallowing, “no matter what I promised, I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with you if I didn’t want to.”

There was a lot to unpack in such a few words. If Enji was a more emotional omega, he would be swooning, gushing at the declaration that senpai wanted to go out with him. But he’s not and any attempts to do so would have his feelings being obvious as his flames so he wasn’t going to touch that any time soon. Instead, he grabbed Toshinori’s hand (big, holy shit what would Enji need to do to bulk up like that as he grew) and pulled him along, flushing but hiding it by looking straight ahead. “All right, there’s a theater nearby and I know they have stuff on matinee so we can start with that, sound good?”

Toshinori looked at their linked hands before looking up at the arm, seeing how red his junior’s neck and ears had gotten. “Sure, sounds like a plan.” He adjusted the hold, interlocking their fingers instead. If he noticed how Enji’s hair flamed up for a moment, well, the blond alpha was kind enough not to say anything.

---

Movies ended up being a good idea — they had reached the theater just in time for a double feature, an old, pre-quirk era martial arts American western movie series. It was, surprisingly, very entertaining if Enji cared to admit. Toshinori’s fanboying over the visual effects and the chemistry between the main actors, however, was much more enjoyable to witness.

Once the credits rolled for the second movie, Enji stretched, allowing himself to move more than a few centimeters over almost four hours sitting in the less than ideal theater seating. He checked the time, humming to himself. “I guess now would be a good time to find somewhere to eat?”

Picking where to eat, on the other hand, led to some bickering between the two students. Enji was interested in getting something classic, maybe ramen, maybe even splurge for sushi, while Toshinori was aiming at the American-styled diner down the road. In the end, they compromised and went for crepes, which were both very filling and very date-like. Taking bites out of each other’s meals and one chaste kiss on Enji’s cheek when the omega was pointing out a store he knew that had good prices in support wear was probably going to be one of his best memories ever.

Their next struggle — finding a love hotel that didn’t look too closely at identification — was resolved far more easily. Both teenagers had done their research and found one not too far off the beaten path that they’d end up lost, but not too close to the main areas in town that they could be easily recognized. 

The door whirled shut with nary a sound, automated just like the rest of the hotel. No one to see two high school students walk into the establishment and pay with a prepaid card. There had been a debate over the room

(“Okay, but why not a hero-themed one! That would be cool, think of the kind of sex toys it might have!”

“Senpai, if we enter the room and there’s anything related to our sensei I am walking right out and you will be paying me back on Monday because there’s no way I’d be able to get into the mood if I saw any of them — Gran Torino-sensei especially.”

“…okay good point, let’s see if there’s a plain room.”)

but now they were actually inside .

Enji looked around the room, hair flaming just as much as his face. This was it. He was actually going to do it, get his cherry popped, lose his v-card, graduate… If only he can make himself stop glancing at that stupidly large western-style bed that dominated the room.

“If you’re still nervous, we can just no-”

“No, we’re doing this!” Enji cut off Toshinori, a snarl in his voice that made the alpha take a half step back. The omega started taking off his jacket. He growled when he realized Toshinori was now watching him with a bemused look on his face. “Aren’t you going to strip too?”

The blond kept smiling, going so far as sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard, making himself comfortable. “No, actually, I think I’m perfectly fine watching the show.”

A show, huh? With a huff, Enji tossed his jacket towards the desk in the corner. If Toshinori wanted a show, Enji would fucking give it to him. His movements slowed and became more purposeful, hands trailing down before reaching the hem of his shirt. He pulled it up inch by inch, reveling in the sight of those bright blue eyes focused on each centimeter of skin being exposed. He pulled his shirt up enough for a peek of his nipples to show before dropping his shirt, just as senpai had done weeks ago in the training area. A smirk crossed his face when he heard Toshinori groan, even as he turned around, back facing the alpha. Up went his shirt once again, but this time he pulled it over his head, feeling his muscles stretch at the action. The moment the shirt cleared, he angled his head just enough to look at Toshinori from over his shoulder before he had to look away.

There was a noticeable tent in the alpha’s trousers. Enji felt his mouth go dry and he was so glad he already took off his shirt and jacket because flames erupted from his shoulders as he quickly looked away.

(in the back of his mind, he wondered whether the hotel either needed more smoke to start off the sprinklers due to how even common weak fire quirks were in the area or if it just had really shoddy smoke detectors. He wasn’t sure which one was a worse reason)

His fingers fumbled with his belt, even as Enji tried to calm his heart. The absolutely obvious and physical evidence that Toshinori was not opposed to the turn of events both delighted and terrified the omega in equal turns. Knowing he was desired was heady, but also a stark reminder that he was about to get fucked.

Fuck.

No, he was going to go through with this. That was the whole point of this date!

The jeans don’t fall far, too form-fitting over his ass and thighs but Enji had practice and knew how to shimmy out of them while looking delectable. He could hear the alpha’s breath hitch as more and more skin was revealed until he’s garbed in only his fire printed panties. Enji turned around to face Toshinori, allowing the alpha to see how wet his panties had become, both from precum beading from his cock and how wet his cunt had become. 

It took no more than three steps before Enji was at the bed, Toshinori’s eyes on him the whole time. With a smooth motion that barely belied his nerves, Enji perched himself in the alpha’s lap, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Like the show?” he asked, a cocksure smile on his face even as his hands started pulling at Toshinori’s jacket.

“Immensely,” Toshinori responded, shrugging the clothing off the rest of the way even as he leaned forward, leaving a kiss against the corner of his mouth. He moved his head just so to give a firmer kiss right against Enji’s lips. 

“Acceptable. Could be better but I’m sure you’re more than willing to continue,” Enji snarked, now working at Toshinori’s tee. The alpha leaned back for a moment to help toss it off before coming back for another kiss. 

Toshinori’s hands slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear as the omega ground against him, pushing the fabric down enough that he could palm Enji’s ass bare-skinned. The position was awkward and didn’t allow for either of them to pull the underwear out of their way, so with a growl that shouldn’t have been so hot, Toshinori ripped the panties off of him with one hand, the other dipping lower to play at his cock.

“I liked those!” Enji hissed, mourning his perfectly good underwear even as he dripped even more at the display of raw power. He didn’t even have a chance to complain further. With a yelp, Enji found himself tossed onto the bed, Toshinori giving him that stupid, awful, perfect grin as he reversed their positions. He huffed, “Fuckin’ knothead a-alpha.”

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That got a full out laugh out of the blond, before the larger teen hovered over him, larger frame easily dwarfing Enji’s own. “But I’ll be your fucking knothead alpha,” Toshinori teased. He leaned down so Enji could easily see his smiling eyes. “And there’s a vending machine outside the hotel, we can buy you new ones.”

Enji blushed even more in both embarrassment and lust, face flaming up that he was surprised Hellfire didn’t activate. Any snappy remark he could make was drowned out by lips on his. Toshinori was kissing him again, devouring the very breath from Enji like a starved man. The omega wrapped his arms around Toshinori’s neck, urging the alpha closer. Large hands caressed his sides before he felt one brush against his aching cock making his breath hitch. But it didn’t stay there long, going lower and prodding at his omega cunt, feeling how wet Enji was already. 

A prodding finger quickly became a probing one, and then two scissoring within Enji’s hole, much to the omega’s loud pleasure. Moans and gasps, groans and half bitten curses echoed through the room, Enji constantly urging for more, more touches and kisses. Teeth nip at his neck, sucking at the scent gland before sinking in just enough to break the skin. Enji gasped as he rolled his hips up, body electrified and aching in need but Toshinori wasn’t getting the hint fast enough. “Why the fuck are you still 

“Why don’t you get on top — heard it makes it easier to get in the first time.”

Enji gave a tiny nod and their positions changed again, Enji back in Toshinori’s lap although this time the alpha was laying down on the bed rather than sitting up. It gave Enji the chance to really appreciate Toshinori’s body, the wide expanse of his chest, his developing abs with a treasure trail of gold going down past the waistband of his pants. Enji wanted to explore all of him, but he had priorities. Maybe later, once he was filled to the brim? 

Toshinori wasn’t idle, already working at his pants and pushing them and his underwear down enough for his cock to spring out, right in front of Enji. His knot wasn’t formed yet but that was probably a good thing all things considered.

“You’re uh… big.” Enji was shocked. Intellectually, he knew Toshinori was large, had seen the shape of it earlier that night, and felt it when he was grinding against him, but having that cock between his legs with no barriers put it into perspective. That monster cock was going to go inside him and Enji was absolutely thrilled . Maybe a tiny bit wary but mostly ecstatic at getting more stimulation than he could ever have on his own. “Please tell me you have lube.”

“Of course, condoms too-” Toshinori reaches one hand towards his discarded jacket, thankfully just to their side and not tossed halfway across the room like Enji’s clothes were. He dug out several shiny foil packets, passing them towards Enji.

“I want to feel it,” Enji insists, refusing the condom entirely. He knew the alpha wanted to argue but the look on his face seemed to deter it. He’d be fine — it’s one part trust that Toshinori would have said something if there were any issues, one part knowing his cycle well enough after the debacle from last year, but mostly the fact that Recovery Girl had an insane amount of help with the sexual education and disease prevention department.

The first packet opens easily, a glob of clear lubricant coming out. Enji sniffed it only to furrow his eyebrows.

“It’s not the flavored kind. I thought it would be best to stay fairly basic for the first time.”

First time . That implied that this wouldn’t be a one-off thing. A smile crossed Enji’s face as he squeezed the lube into his hands. It was sticky and felt slightly thicker slick and with little preamble, Enji brought his hands to the alpha’s dick. Toshinori shivered beneath him, his heavy cock twitching beneath his palms as he spread the lube across it. Fuck, Toshinori was large enough around that Enji couldn’t even encircle the alpha’s cock with one hand. 

The initial push against his loosened hole made Enji hiss and tense which, in turn, made Toshinori pause as well, broad hands firm against his lower spine. It took a few minutes, with multiple platitudes and Toshinori saying it’s fine all while straining himself not to thrust up before Enji felt comfortable enough to continue. Toshinori bucked his hips up a little bit, trying to push further into the delicious heat slowly, slowly slowly.

Enji braced himself against Toshinori’s thighs before lifting himself off of his cock, a whine stuck in his throat. Looking down showed just how much he was able to get in him and how much more there was to go.

“Again,” came Toshinori’s rough voice, one hand at his thigh to help steady him, “c’mon Enji-kun, you can take more of me.”

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There were tears and sweat running down his face but Enji still nodded. Like hell, he was going to stop here until he got the alpha’s knot in him. Plus. Fucking. Ultra. He felt himself stretch open more as he rocked his hips, slipping lower inch by inch with each motion. The alpha kept cooing at him, the hand on his thigh both to help stabilize and soothe him as he took Toshinori’s cock. The moment he finally found his thighs against Toshinori’s, Enji let out a huge breath, his hand fluttering against his stomach and where the large cock was making a noticeable bulge within him.

“Holy shit,” Toshinori mumbled in English, eyes glassy as he stared at Enji’s slimmer form perched on his cock.

Okay, he had the cock and the half-inflated knot finally inside of him, but now he had to ride him. With a grunt, Enji pushed himself up again, this time keeping the tip within his hole, before going down, starting to bounce. He had the makings of a good rhythm going until Toshinori’s hand at his side gripped him tighter. Enji was just about to ask what was wrong when he was pushed back into the bed once again, the alpha looming over him. The change of angle had him gasping, breathless, and fuller than he ever felt before. Toshinori grunted before his hips started jackhammering into Enji, his knot forcibly stretching out the omega to accommodate. Enji could only moan at the onslaught. The moment the knot was rammed inside him, Enji came around the cock deep inside of him. That was enough for Toshinori to explode inside of him in the first of, Enji hoped, many.

Several rounds later, Enji laid beneath Toshinori, nearly half asleep at the amazingly good fuck. Parts of him ached, but it was a good ache, one that he hoped would be a reminder of what Enji considered one of the best days of his life, ever. Toshinori grumbled something into his collarbone, right above one of the many bites littering his neck. The omega’s hands moved up to wrap the alpha in a loose hug, feeling the welts and light burn marks from when he was overzealous in his passion. Well, no matter — if needed, they could always go to Recovery Girl and say they went too far sparring, something both Enji and Toshinori did on occasion, although never with each other.

Time was quickly slipping away and they would need to leave the hotel soon enough. There were conversations to be had, especially what they were to each other now that the senpai-kouhai line has been smashed against the wall. Enji wasn’t looking forward to it, no matter how important they were. He let his eyes closed for a moment, just basking in Toshinori’s warmth. Somehow, they’ll make it work.