Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Tenya Iida {Monster AU/Werewolf}

Requested by: PandaBear5006

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That sinking feeling rushing through your gut was a force to be reckoned with. For a good while now, your mind had been running rampant with paranoia, and a few snapping branches was all it took. You had been attempting to throw your pursuer off the scent, but apparently it was too strong, or this mystery individual had inherited a heightened sense of smell. You cut corners, waded through greenery, even shirked into the occasional shop to lay low until the attendants threw you out. They couldn't sense it, but they did make a point of telling you to go for a jog. You ignored this, just like you always did. Sure, you weren't exactly stick-thin, the epitome of a model, but then again, why did it matter? The endless beauty of the soul you possessed was worth a million times more than something as shallow and finite as your appearance.

You didn't care what anyone thought. If disrespecting you made them less self-conscious, then you would gladly take all the abuse; that was just the type of person you were. You wore this kindness like perfume, and it empowered you to no end. Friends were easy to come by when you had such a warm personality, and a heart of gold, regardless of looks. Still, the confidence you usually exuded was now beginning to waver. Perhaps it was that innate fear of the unknown.

In your peripheral vision, you bore witness to something unnatural, yet you couldn't give an exact description. Tufts of blue fur dotted your field, and florescent streetlights flickered ominously, giving rise to the outline of something sharp and silver or grey, then almost immediately obscuring it again. Deciding that it was probably just a sleep-deprived hallucination, you quickened your pace, determined to reach your door before the last trace of light was ripped from the sky. You arrived in record time, unlocking your door and glancing around, as if in a worried daze. When you were certain the coast was clear, you ran inside. That night proved just like any other - at least while you slept. Your instincts had been correct, of course, in noticing peculiar happenings. Indeed, you were being tailed, and you had unwittingly led them right to your home. As always, you slept without clothes, leaving you defenceless and incredibly vulnerable. If you had awoken as you were tugged from your covers, your limp body would have done more than just stir.

With a human appearance, sneaking into a house was simple. Tenya had been on the prowl for many weeks, leading up to mating season. His quest for the perfect mate had led him straight to you. The smell of heather and cookies oozed off your person, almost making him salivate. He had to wait, however, for the perfect opportunity. If you were really the one he would pump full of puppies, then he needed to ensure that you were up for the task. Your plump stomach already looked enticing - he found himself wanting to make it even bigger. He imagined that you would flourish into the most wonderful mother, and you could be a stay-at-home wife, as well. During the daytime, his occupation was simple: villain, but you didn't need to know that. He could keep you blissfully unaware of his true nature, unless his darker side did in fact surface. Obviously, he wouldn't be able to hide the whole wolf-thing, but you would learn to love that, in time.

Yes, he was delighted to finally call you his own; you were his new, sleeping wife. A bone-necklace and a kiss on the lips replaced a formal ceremony, and those predatory eyes reflected blue moons on to your face. His living quarters were simple, just like everything else, and you had been placed in the centre of his nest. Blankets were strewn about, and one was laid out on you haphazardly, so that your legs were covered, but all else was in the domain of his eyes. He didn't wish for you to ever hide again. Your breasts called to him, and so he nuzzled his head into them, sighing as the scent enveloped him. With one calloused hand kneading the roundness of your stomach, he felt the arousal building. That was a good size - perfect for pups, and comfortable enough to rest his head upon.

He leaned into his soft, perfect, sleeping wife, and thought of how many pups he might want. As his eyelids fluttered, and he felt the reassuring allure of a splendid slumber, he settled further into the nest, clutching you tightly. You were his wife, his woman, his mistress, his puppy-maker, and now that he had you, he was never going to let you go. 

[Word Count: 790]