Jirou awoke. Fell back asleep. Woke up again. Then dozed back off, waking up once again not even an hour later. She nearly screamed, sitting up abruptly in bed and throwing the comforter off, shedding her pajama pants and changing her sweatshirt out for a tank top. "It's too fucking hot for this," she mumbles to herself, turning the fan onto rotation mode as she grabs her bottle of water. It felt like she was going crazy with her body temperature at what felt like 120° and the constant mantra of "alpha alpha alpha" in the back of her head. I wonder if kaminari is asleep... She shook the thought. A sigh left her lips at she checked the time. Her phone read 5:47am. Too early to go back to sleep.
Exhaling in exasperation, Jirou pulls herself out of bed, her knees buckling instantaneously. She hit the floor with a thud and couldn't pull herself back up. The young omega just wanted a cold shower to cool her body down and pass the time. Leaning against the wall for support, Jirou tediously made her way to the showers, hoping no one was awake to see her like this.
You're kidding me, Jirou thinks as she sees the familiar blonde hair leaning over the running sink. He whips around, toothbrush nearly dropping out of his mouth. Jirou is painfully aware of how his grip on the sink tightens and his entire body goes tense. He pulls a hand up to cover his nose.
Despite the situation, Jirou can't help but laugh. Denki looks at her, puzzled. "You look like Edward in that scene from Twilight," she giggles.
Denki rolls his eyes, but not without a small smile on his face. "Do.. Do you need some help?" Denki tried to keep his eyes on her face, but the face that this omega in heat before him was radiating these delicious pheromones and she wasn't wearing a bra, only a tank top and underwear, he felt like he was losing his sanity. The only thing that kept him from ravaging the younger girl was the fear of the consequence. It wouldn't be worth it.
"If you could just help me to the shower..."
Denki sets his toothbrush down, hesitantly approaching Jirou. Her scent just got stronger and stronger and he really regretted offering help. She reached out for him, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and his hand naturally went to her waist.
"You're really small..." he mummers.
"I'll hit you," Jirou threatens without much bite to the words. She tried acting fine but her heart felt like it was going to explode. He was so close. So warm. He smelled so good. Her fingers tightened on his shoulder as her knees failed once again, nearly bringing Denki down with her.
"Do you really think you're in the right position to take a shower? It might be better to run a bath instead," Denki says.
Jirou sighs, "Yeah, you're right. Will you help me?"
Denki starts to sweat just in the slight, "Ah.. I'll help as much as I can in this situation but it might be... safer, for me to go wake up Hakagure-"
"No!" Jirou exclaims before processing it. Denki looks at her, bewildered. "I, uh.. I mean, I wouldn't want to wake her up from her sleep... it would be inconvenient to her and it would just take longer..." She excused, resisting the urge to say "I don't want anyone other than you" instead.
"But, Jirou.. You know-" Kaminari starts.
Jirou turns away from Denki's gaze in shame, "Yeah, I know. It's fine. Don't wake up Hakagure."
They finally got to the showers. Jirou sat as Denki washed out the tub, setting the plug in and letting the lukewarm water fill up.
"You don't.. need help getting in, right?" Denki asks, afraid of the answer.
"You've done enough bro. If you could bring me my phone and a change of clothes it would be appreciated, but that's all else I need from you."
Relief pours out of Denki. "Can do. I'll be back in a couple minutes, Jirou."
Jirou smiles as Denki leaves the bathroom. She strips away her clothes, tossing them in the hamper before sinking into the water. The lukewarm water felt good on her skin. She just wished her heat would be over so everything would go back to normal.
Normal, huh? Things will be like this for a week every three months. Unless... she mated with someone. Denki and Momo are the only alphas without partners... Kirishima and Bakugou haven't mated with anyone yet, but that's only because they're together and two alphas can't mate. And Jirou doesn't exactly find herself attracted to Momo. That leaves-
"Jirou, here are you things," Denki, knocks on the door.
"You can come in, set them on the counter."
Denki opens the door timidly. Jirou watched his face suddenly change as he sniffs the air. "Were... Were you thinking about nesting?" He asks, wide-eyed.
Jirou looks at him, shocked, "What?"
"Nothing, you just smell- never mind," he cuts himself off.
"Denki, wait!" Jirou finds herself calling. Denki looks back at her and he feels a string inside him snap. That look on her face. He walks over to the door, locking it before approaching Jirou in the tub.
"Just a little wouldn't hurt, right?" He says, his eyes clouding over and pupils dilating. Jirou stares at him, then reaches out for him.
Denki leans over, pulling Jirou's mouth to his. It was hot and wet and messy and amazing. Denki kissed her like she was his last meal. Without hesitation, his hand sets atop her shoulder. Running it over and down her back before coming back up to wrap gently around her neck, Denki felt himself go even more mad as a whine left her throat. She reached up to hold his arm, guiding it down into the water as his palm made contact with her hip. His thoughts went on a rampage as he squeezed her side. He used his free hand to grab at the back of her head, tipping it back to get better access to the back of her throat. He slowly trailed his hand down her thigh, teasing with just his fingertips before placing flat on the inside of her thigh and pushing, spreading her legs. They parted briefly for breath and just in that moment, Denki's forefinger made contact with her clit. A yelp left her throat and her thighs shut around his arm. Denki grinned.
Pulling her back in for a kiss, he pressed against the bundle of nerves more firmly. Her hips jerked and she moaned into his mouth, her hands breaching the water to tangle into his hair and pull him closer. Denki grinned as his slid a finger in her.
"Ah, look... It went in so easy.. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't a virgin," he whispers against her lips. His fingers drag against her walls, "But feel here? That's how I know. That's how I know you haven't been tainted by any other alpha. Your hymen is still intact," he nips at her bottom lip.
Jirou pants, grinding her hips against his finger, "I wouldn't, wouldn't let anyone else touch me, only you," she says between breaths. She moves down to kiss and bite on Denki's neck and throat, leaving marks as he slipped another finger inside of her.
By the time they were finished, it was nearly 7am and the rest of the class was about to get up. Denki never went farther than only pleasing Jirou. She was a little surprised he was able to hold back from not only actually having sex with her, but also biting her. He had helped her out of the tub after making her climax time and time again, seeing as she couldn't stand at all. He helped clothe her, and helped her back to her room. "I'll... See you," Denki says, looking at Jirou and giving a sheepish smile.
"C'mon, don't act all shy now," Jirou scoffs with a smirk.
"Pssshht, me? Acting shy? Not at all," Denki rubs the back of his neck. "If you want, I can be the one who brings you stuff. I'll tell Hakagure and Izuku it's fine."
Jirou smiles, "Yeah, please."
"Hakagure, Izuku, I'll be taking care of Jirou during her heat. You guys don't have to do anything," Denki announced, simply shining.
The group of peers take in Denki's appearance. His slightly damp and messy hair, the hickies on his neck, his swollen lips. A mantra of "Hmmmm" arises from each classmate.
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Ok I don't think u can actually feel a hymen but it's for plot so let's just pretend
