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Harsh, burning desire flared through Toshi's body. The thick scent of roasted marshmallows spread through the small bathroom stall. It was like nothing he had ever smelt before. So overwhelmingly sweet it had him drooling. Todoroki was drooped over the toilet, blushing so furiously his cheeks matched his hair.
"St-stop it, I said let me go!"
Rough tugs on his wrist made him realize how tightly he was holding Todoroki's waist. "I can go myself!"
"Todoroki-Kun," Toshinori's low, sultry voice soothes the unwilling omega. "You're too drunk to even stand."
Enji was quiet for a moment before his limbs dropped uselessly to his sides and he let out a weak, "...no."
Toshi smirked at the number 2's bratty attitude. "It's ok, I have one too." He set Enji up so that his back was against his chest, slowly unbuckling the fire hero's pants.
About two hours ago, Toshinori had received a text from Enji's pregnant wife telling him to please track Enji down and return him home before he got too drunk. Toshinori, of course, obliged and check maybe five bars near their residence until he found Enji nearly passed out in the sixth.
"I can't hold it..."
"I know, I know." Toshinori carefully slid his hand inside Enji's black boxer briefs, gently guiding Enji's semi-hard length out. "There," he sighed as he aimed Endeavor's length at the toilet bowl.
A stream of gold liquid flowed out of Enji. It felt oddly tingly, causing a soft moan to sound from his lips. "...Toshi~i."
Yagi was nearly at wit's end. His length twitched awkwardly from within his pants from all the rubbing Enji was unintentionally doing with his ass. He had half the mind to just slam Enji down on the toilet and fuck him right then and there, the sweet smell of his scent making Toshi go crazy.
No...I can't!
He couldn't take Enji. He could steal him away from his small family. His alpha wife who just found out she was pregnant with their fourth child; his kids. He couldn't just snatch Enji away, but by God did he want to.
Toshinori knew this scent; knew what it meant. Enji was going into heat. Right now is just the calm before the storm, the brief period in which his body gets overly sensitive before he goes completely into heat. And what's worse is him being drunk off his ass. It wouldn't be right to touch Enji while he was in this state. He knew he had to get the omega home quickly before the full force of his heat hit. But the warm scent of s'mores was making it particularly hard.
Toshi's mind races with lewd images as he buckles the redhead's jeans and leads him to the sink. Turquoise eyes stared up at him expectantly, wet with shame, shooting him a glare. Amidst the pooling tears was a sheen of desperation.
Toshi knew he had to hurry. He needed to leave the bathroom. He needed to take Todoroki home. He shifted to hold Enji up, partially carrying him out the door, shoving him into his car harder than he intended to.
Toshinori's eyes wandered down the pathetic state of the drunk number 2 hero before him. He needed to clear his head, not good, not good. At this rate, he just might force himself onto Todoroki.
Toshi slams the car door and walks over to the driver's side, taking his seat. Enji snatches one of his hands off the steering wheel and carefully nips it, like a cat on catnip. Only a moment passes as Toshi watches Enji lazily nip at his hand; only a moment and then he rights himself, stares down the road ahead as he pulls out of the parking lot.
He had to take Enji home, but the thought of leaving his side while he was in this state was a bitter one. He wanted to stay with Enji; scent him, bite him, breed with him. He wanted to explore this bratty side of the number 2 hero. No, stop thinking about it.
Enji's scent fills the whole car, sweet like melting chocolate and golden marshmallows. Smoky like a campfire on a summer midnight. It's irresistible.
He lets out a grunt," Todoroki-Kun…"
He wanted to taste it.
He wanted to shove his tongue down the omega's throat and listen to his moans. He wanted to run his tongue up and down and all over the redhead's body. He wanted to taste his sweat, his slick, his cum. Everything.
Heated waves roll up and down Toshi's gut undeterred by the cool air blowing through the vents.
You're an idiot, he thought, you're so dumb.
Why had he thought to get in a car with an omega who was nearing heat? Was his brain frying from the heat and scent? Was he becoming stupid? Was he already stupid?
He really couldn't handle it anymore; this omega's scent circulated through the vehicle, thick like heavy fog and just as suffocating, while he bit and licked the fabric of Toshi's sleeve. "...Toshi~i, it's all tingly. It hurts..."
Enji pressed Toshi's open palm onto his cheek, enjoying the minuscule comfort he got from the calloused hand. The number 2 hero tugs at Toshi's arm, rubbing it on his clothed thigh. He's so needy, begging Toshinori to relieve him.
Toshinori didn't want to cause an accident, but he also couldn't bear to look somewhere else other than Enji. He pulls the car over to the nearest hotel, puts it into park, and reaches for his door handle.
He just needs a moment; a moment of fresh, cool air. Clear his head. Just a moment to reform his resolve and continue this long drive to the Todoroki residence. Just a moment to re-forget and repress these raising feelings. Enji thought otherwise.
"Touch...me," Enji begged, rutting against Toshi's other palm. "...Touch me."
The scent is so sweet and so thick now, it seems Todoroki has fully gone into heat. The blonde's mouth waters at the smell.
Enji stammered as Yagi's thick finger ran down his clothed cock. "I-I can't...please touch me."
His mind buzzed, reasoning fading out. Like a cloud had settled itself in his brain. He could only think of how beautiful Enji looked; firey red hair slick with sweat, needy blue eyes staring at him with such lust. He was enchanting, bewitching.
His throat lets out a low growl, hungry like a wolf, and Enji's that pure white rabbit. His hand relocates itself to Enji's belt, swiftly unbuckling it and throwing it off somewhere in the car.
Enji breathes thick white clouds as he watches him lift his shirt at a speed too slow for satisfaction. Feels the rough flesh of Toshinori's hand run itself up his abs, coming up to pinch his sensitive nipple.
Toshi traced his tongue over those cute pink nubs until they redden under his care. Enji squeezes his eyes shut and moans with every lick.
"More, more..." He begs when Toshinori places a firm hand on his hips, denying him some simple pleasure. Fingers tumble clumsily through blonde hair as he squirmed.
Toshi's lips climbed his neck, again finding the redhead's lips and giving them a harsh kiss. "Control yourself." He said as he continued his journey down.
Toshi peppered kisses down Enji's cleavage and abdomen, stopping only to teasingly lap at his belly button and V-line. Enji's skin sizzled as Toshi continued down his thigh, pulling down his pants and underwear as he went. Enji's erection sprang, happy to be getting some attention. Beads of pre-cum dribbled listlessly down the shaft as it too surely begged to be touched. Toshinori chuckled.
Starting slow, he puckered up the stiffness, unhurried kisses trailed teasingly up to the top. He breathed over the head, watching gleefully as Enji squealed and squirmed. "Please, please, ple-"
Toshi suddenly swallows it whole, listening as Enji sweetly calls out and bucks his hips to further this pleasure. He allows his tongue to slide hungrily up and down the shaft before he regains control, settling back into a teasingly slow pace. Enji whines beneath him, "No, no...Please."
"If your good," he starts, then licks Enji's Jr. from top to bottom. "If your good, I'll let you cum."
"Please-"
At some point, Toshinori must have given up to his instincts. Must have lost all control. His vision blackened, and he was out.
When Toshi came to, Enji lay in front of him, coated in his own cum with Toshi's knot inside of him. Enji's stomach swelled with the copious amount of semen inside of him; his hole was a pretty red, stretched around Toshi's girthy cock.
He realizes horrifically that they were not on a bed, but instead in the reclined front seat of his car.
The redhead looked to be in a peaceful slumber; dried tears soaked his cheeks, his lips were red and kiss-bitten, wet with saliva. He was clutching Toshinori's hand, keeping a strong hold even in his sleep. He looks a lot less hostile while sleeping and it's cute.
He doesn't have to guess what happened, the sight and smell told him enough.
"...Toshi~i." He moaned out, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown of displeasure appeared on his resting face. The effects of his heat must not have fully subsided yet. He tugged the arm, bringing it back up to his face where he rubbed it against his cheek, seemingly satisfied.
what have I done?!