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Aizawa x Shigaraki NSFW Shiggy w pussy (I’m sorry but uh) ABO dubcon

Shigaraki ends up kidnapping aizawa, from what he learned of Chisaki Kai, he supposed perhaps there was something similar he could do in regards to Aizawa’s quirk. His League of Villains have a -

hideout on the outskirts of the city, it was an abandoned bath house, Aizawa was handcuffed in special handcuffs that muted his quirk. Shigaraki never had the time or peace to notice just how good Aizawa smelled before. Of course, he knew instinctively that Aizawa-

and so many of those heroes he despised were Alphas, but Aizawa just smelt the best. Like fresh cut wood and a spicy musk that made his body hot as he took the time to sniff his unconscious body.

They had locked him up in one of the abandoned guest rooms, some of-

the wood was rotting in the shut window panels, the matress was dusty that Aizawa was laid upon, but they made sure the metal headboard he was chained to was durable and that the man’s wrists and ankles were spread and linked so his body made a big X across his bed.

Although the bath house was rickety, it was by far one of the better places the League had stayed in. Shigaraki made sure his bedroom was put adjacent to Aizawa’s, to keep an eye on him of course. Not because the Alpha smelt so good, or that he’d had a crush on the only cool -

hero there has ever been in Shigaraki’s eyes. Aizawa wasn’t like those disgusting other heroes, pretending to be these painfully bright fake lies. He was dark and broken and didn’t want or need the light, and Shigaraki loved that.

Kurogiri starts figuring out -

which illegal doctors to have join their experiment, it’d be good to make more quirk-kill bullets but finding those who to trust was hard. The others usually strayed off doing mischief or minor missions.

Aizawa’s glares make Shigaraki wet. It’s actually kind of embarrassing-

but Shigaraki doesn’t let that show, he smiles wide and teases Aizawa, who has stayed persistently silent save a few occasions where he tried getting information on the hideout.

Shigaraki always visited, sitting on tbe edge of the bed and spoonfeeding the reluctant hero.

Aizawa resisted at first, but hunger really is such a cruel thing. You stop thinking like a human and become a empty vessel of hunger if enough time passes, and Aizawa gave up eventually and received his meals.

Shigaraki likes to bully him,

“Eraserhead, your precious students and comrades are looking everywhere for you! I’m sure you’d hate the attention, since you prefer the shadow.” Aizawa perks a little at this, but Shigaraki laughs viciously, enjoying the bitter spicey taste of the Alpha’s frustrated scent.

It’d only been a week now, and Shigaraki startles in the middle of the night to find his briefs soaked in slick. His white tanktop clingy to his body soaked in sweat. His mouth feels even more dry than usually, and his pussy aches and his abdomen burns with the need for an Alpha.

His heat was extremely premature, and Shigaraki instantly knows why. His nose practically leads him into Aizawa’s room, his thighs are wet and trembling, he feels feverish. Shigaraki doesn’t give a fuck that he shouldn’t mate with a hero, or what his stupid underlings would say.

He’s impulsive and brash and gets what he fucking wants, and has a penchant for self destruction. He locks the door behind him when he heaves in the spicy pine musk that is a thick cloud in the room. Aizawa hasn’t taken a bath and his stink is heavenly to Shigaraki.

Aizawa is awake instantly, of course a pro and an Alpha has keen senses. Especially when an omega in heat is crawling over them in bed. The moonlight slipped through thenold wooden shutters and Aizawa was in shock.

Shigaraki looked both like an angel and a demon. His white hair and deathly pale skin and scars glowing in the striped moonlight. But his red eyes and devious smile were sharp and filled with wicked want. His smell was everywhere, Aizawa couldn’t escape the huge waves of-

an omega smell he’d never quite encountered. He’d never bothered with finding a mate, too dangerous, and he was too fucked up, and omegas really smelled too sweet for him. But Shigaraki, smelled like rain, and it made his cock hard instantly.

Aizawa growls, fangs out as his voice stays steady and serious.

“Why would you mate with me? I am what you despise most in this world. You must clearly be drunk in heat. Go back, I have no interest in an omega who is a murderer.”

Shigaraki growls too, tho it’s-

admittedly more like a sweet whine. He flings off his tanktop and begins pulling down Aizawa’s black trousers to let a huge veiny cock flop out.

“You heros. So dishonest. My father has always been right about you all. But I didn’t expect this kind of dishonesty from you,sensei”

Aizawa feels his own body begin to sweat and sizzle with desire, his cock pulsing as it stood higher up. His head grew dizzy, and the omega’s slender body and pert pink nipples made it hard to think. That smell raining down on him thick, and when-

Shigarakipulled down his briefs and threw them to the ground, Aizawa couldnt rip his gaze away from a pussy crowned with sparse silver hair and drooling slick over his throbbing cock.

Shigaraki is quiet for a bit, he pulls Aizawa’s black long sleeved shirt up to-

stare at a broad chest with a bit of hair dusted over it and a thick happy trail. Abs and pecs littered with deep scars of all kinds. His dangerous fingers prod at them, Shigaraki’s voice wavering and cheeks flushed.

“When I was a child on the streets,

you heros waited for someone else to deal with the wretched thing I’d become. Waited until Father chose me. I’m not surprised you don’t want me either.”

Aizawa can’t help but have unfortunate compassion bleed in his heart for the young man. Years ago this might have been-

his own student atnone point, the poor omega had been traumatized and abused, that much was obvious. No wonder he was warped. Aizawa slowly succumbs to a rut he doesn’t realize he shouldn’t be having. His usal sharp and nearly cynical rationale melting under an omega that-

clearly needed protection, needed an Alpha. Shigaraki moans at the intense change of Aizawa’s stench, begins to sink down onto a cock much too big for his pussy and whimpers. He tries to smile confidently, but his thin brows twisted up in brutal pleasure betray him.

So does his trembling voice.

“S-seems like, a villain omega is f-fine to mate then, ne sensei?” He tries to taunt, but keens when he rests atop the growing knot growing from Aizawa’s scalding great cock.

Shigaraki has fucked before, using Alpha’s for his heats and throwing them away, religiously wearing condoms, and never having any bonds. He was unclaimed and loved that, never questioned his independence.

So why. Why is this heat more intense. Why hasn’t he been able-

to stay away from Aizawa? He chalked it up to wanting to taunt the man, but it also felt like, like he had to get closer too.

Shigaraki grits his teeth, eyes tearing up from the shockwaves of his heat riling up his senses. Shigaraki rests his hands on the bedpost,

staring down at the disheveled middle aged man groaning beneath him with beautiful wild long black hair, a short beard that could never grow, and heavy dark gaze filled with guilty lust. He noticed Aizawa was bucking up into his slobbering cunt, Shigaraki couldn’t even-

comment on it, he could only cry out wantonly, mouth hanging open as he rode the teacher’s cock raw and felt that knot and heavy balls slapping up against his taint. The chain rattles, the old bed creaks, shigaraki cums so hard he almost blacks out, his cunt squeezing-

desperately onto the Alpha’s shaft. He had cracked the headboard a bit with his quirk, head resting on the Alpha’s chest that reeked of spice. His nose nuzzled into the chest hair and sweat of his Alpha, forgetting the man could now easily attack him with a bite or-

headbutt. But Aizawa can’t even think of that, not anymore, he’s shocked as a raspy quiet croon leaves his throat at the display of affection from the warped omega. His hips now beginning to buck up wildly to knot the boy’s pussy properly, it was his duty as an Alpha.

Shigaraki grips at the bars of the headboard, wailing as the knot starts catching at his soppy entrance. The door shakes, Kurogiri’s metallic otherworldly voice concerned and yelling over the mating couple’s moans.

“Tomura! Are you okay? You shouldn’t be doing this!”

Shigaraki snarls, his inner omega infuriated anyone would dare interrupt his Alpha claiming him.

“GO AWAY FUCKHEAD, GET OUT OF HERE!”

Aizawa sobers for a moment, realizing the atrocious thing he was about to do. His hips stilling, he tries to do the right thing and murmurs.

“He’s right. You need to leave.” Shigaraki leans down, his hands gripping the bars tightly as he lowers to go nose to nose with the struggling hero. He wants to come off as intimidating, but his voice is high pitched and wrecked.

“Don’t - Don’t t-tell me what to do, Eraserhead.”

Shigaraki then kisses surprised Aizawa deeply, whimpering sweet moans as he slaps his drenched cunt down onto his cock, dry lips pathetically trying to win over the older man. Aizawa curses under his breath, he wasn’t strong enough to break through the haze of his rut-

his hips spanking up into the willing omegan pussy begging to be bred and knotted. He devours the omega’s moans and loses all thought to his primal nature, fangs digging and latching onto the sweet smelling omega’s delicious scent glands, and his knot slamming up-

and puncturing the tiny omega pussy. Shigaraki’s pussy sucked the knot greedily, milking out enormous thick loads of seed into its womb. Shigaraki sobs meekly, for once not being the king of the underground world, but a simple omega who surrendered to an Alpha he couldn’t resist.

They lay there for a while, streams of fresh hotncum filling Shigaraki’s pussy, this time, Tomura’s vision had gone white and he had convulsed from climax too powerful to bear. Resting on the Alpha’s chest as he was impregnated. When he recovered, he pulled some of the-

sweat drenched bangs out of Aizawa’s face and kissed the man deeply, secretly there was a pang of regret buzzing in his system, the heat wearing off and realization setting in. When he pulls back, Aizawa’s face is grave and pensive. He states in that deep quiet confident voice,

Judging by your smell, it seems that I’ve claimed you. Even if you are an enemy, I should have tried harder to resist you, and not done such a careless act. I have failed not only myself but everyone I know, and well bear responsibility.” Shigaraki winces as more cum pours deep-

inside him, he tries to laugh off Aizawa’s sincerely.

“Ha, always so cool. Bear responsibility? You think that I even want you, Alpha?”

Aizawa scowls, he looks frustrated and responds evenly.

“You really are naive, aren’t you? You are the one who chose me, -

and the reason our bodies have reacted this way is because we are a fated pair.”

Soon their heat and rut sourrs back on, Tomura wants to huff and walk away, show this stupid hero he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, hell, maybe even kill the damn Alpha. But.

Instead he ends up with his cheek pressed against the man’s defined rugged chest, squealing as the Alpha’s hips endlessly thrusted deep and hard into his thirsty cunt. Letting the man knot him again and again. By morning Tomura is already pregnant.

They both give up and kiss lazily, Shigaraki then sleeping soundly on his Alpha’s chest while knotted, Aizawa has other thoughts in mind.

Shigaraki hasn’t noticed that he had destroyed most of the headboard that was confining his handcuffs. Aizawa stealthily -

pulls out the handcuffs from the headboard, grabbing a sharp thin piece of metal that had dismantled to undo his cuffs, all while holding his omega to his chest. He had to wait for his knot to deflate before leaving. He hated how he felt nearly violently reluctant-

to abandon his mate, especially when the onega was pregnant. But this time, he would resist the urges, and he escaped through the window. He at least covered his omega in a blanket before he left.

months pass, and his students and all his friends were so joyous at his escape and return. He never told a soul that he had mated Shigaraki. It was his sin to bear. Though Tomura’s disappearance was very much noticed. It had be more than half a year and he still had yet to show-

himself. The league of villains was disorganized, and then. One night Aizawa comes home from teaching and that smell. It’s everywhere in his apartment.

He finds Shigaraki finishing a nest in his bed, heavily pregnant in a loose black T shirt of his and white boxers.

Shigaraki’s wide scarred smile stretches, as he greets.

“Welcome home, Alpha.

End

(This was so self indulgent lmao)

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