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Tamaki is running. Far away from that place. He can't stay there. He can't stay with him. He has to escape. Before he can do what he wants to him.
The omega runs as fast as he can, his bare feet slapping against the forest floor. He had to have known his plan. So why has he gotten this far? Tamaki wants to believe that he's just lucky, but he knows that that's not the case. He has to know. Mirio knows everything.
***
Mirio wasn't always bad.
When he first developed All for One, he almost never used it. The one time that he did, Tamaki had started crying, which was something that he never wanted to see again. Tamaki was the most important thing in the world to him. He has been since they met, and he always will be.
So when he started using it for bad, it's no wonder why Tamaki didn't want to be his friend anymore. But Mirio couldn't comprehend that. He was just a kid.
"Why did you stop talking to me, Tamaki?" He had asked him, both of them sobbing as Mirio pinned him down so that he couldn't escape. They were on the playground after school, waiting for their parents to pick them up. Mirio was nine and Tamaki was eight, "I just want to be your friend! I'm sorry!"
The smaller boy whimpered from under him, "Stop it! You're hurting me, Mirio!"
Mirio remembers frowning. How could he ignore his apology like that? Tamaki was his best friend, and best friends forgive each other!
He tightens his grip on him, making the younger cry out in pain. His wrists had been bruised for days. Mirio remembers. He remembers everything from that day.
After all, it was the day he took Tamaki's quirk.
***
The woods behind...wherever Mirio had been keeping him...are dark and ginormous. There's no way he can escape, but he has to try. He'd rather die than do that, and he knows that Mirio won't let him die. Or leave for that matter.
Tamaki hisses in pain when his arm hits a tree. It's definitely broken from when Mirio twisted it the day before. He had come home drunk from wherever he goes to, which is always bad news for Tamaki.
"Mirio! Please!"
He grabs the arm, bringing it close to his chest, "Fuck," he mutters, leaning against a tree. It's just to rest for a second. He'll be back up in a second...it's fine. He'll be fine. He just needs to rest…
It isn't helping that he's on a heat inducer. His omega is screaming at him to run back to his alpha. And the mating mark on his neck definitely isn't helping.
"Just hold still," he remembers Mirio telling him. It was the day he had marked him. Tamaki cried so hard that day. He knew it had been coming, but he had prayed it wouldn't happen, "I promise it won't hurt. Have I ever lied to you?"
Yes, he thought, that's all you do.
But he didn't say anything. He knew by then that he had to keep his mouth shut in order to keep Mirio from hurting him any further. He was only sixteen when Mirio marked him for the first time. It did hurt. A lot. The sensitive skin had burned when Mirio sunk his teeth into it. There was so much blood…
The mark it left was the worst part. It was bad enough that Tamaki's mom had to take him to the doctor to make sure it wasn't infected. It was bad enough that his parents stopped him from hanging out with Mirio after school, even though he pleaded and pleaded. There wasn't anything wrong. Mirio was just a hormonal alpha. Looking back now, he wished he had listened to them.
Tamaki looks down at his arm for the first time. He can see bone and he almost throws up, but keeps it in. He knows Mirio might use it to find him. And that can't happen. If it does, he'll actually vomit.
He tries to get back up, but it's no use. His legs are weak from running and from not being used for so long. He can't remember the last time he ran. Two years ago? When he had tried to run away from Mirio? That had certainly backfired. It's how he ended up here.
"Get back here!" Mirio cackled, using his giant fist quirk that he remembers him stealing from a red haired girl to scoop him up. Fighting had been useless, as the hand carried him back to the car.
He didn't hurt him that time. Mirio has many quirks in his arsenal, but he very rarely uses them to hurt Tamaki. He really only uses physical force. Maybe that's why it's demeaning to stay in that house. Mirio doesn't even have to use his quirks to fight him. That's just how weak he is.
He gets back up. He has to keep running. Keep running…
But the idea of just sitting down is so intoxicating. Just a few more seconds, right? His aching legs certainly agree with him. His eyes that haven't seen anything but the inside of a blindfold in what seems like forever ago catch a glimpse of what looks like lights in the distance.
A town perhaps?
Tamaki keeps running. He has to. If he doesn't, Mirio will catch him and punish him severely. The sun is almost up. That means he won't have the cover of darkness anymore. Mirio will find him if he doesn't hurry up.
It has to be a town. He knows this area. Their families used to go on vacation together here. But that was before Mirio presented, which was a few years ago.
"It was an accident!" He had told his mom when he explained to her what happened to his quirk, "He didn't mean to do it!"
That's what he believed, after all. That Mirio didn't mean to take his quirk away. That it was just a fluke.
He doesn't know what happened to his parents. All he knows is that they think he ran away. That's what Mirio told him.
Tamaki steps on something sharp that pierces right through his foot, causing him to wail out in pain. He drops to the ground, grabbing at the wounded foot. Tears immediately rush to his eyes. He looks down and sees a gigantic metal spike sticking out of his skin.
What the fuck?
"Found you."
No. This can't be happening. This can't be it. He has so much to live for.
He can still escape. He just needs to get up. Tamaki just needs to get up.
He tries to stand, but his legs fail him now, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks. Footsteps behind him. Get up.
"No," he sobs, "No, no, NO! Mirio, please, you know I can't!"
"But you can, my beautiful moon," the voice comes from above him. He gulps, looking up. Two bright blue eyes, far too large for his face, look down on Tamaki, "And you will."
The same fuzzy sense that overwhelmed him the first time Mirio kidnapped him takes over his body again. He can't move. Not like he could anyways, seeing as the pain in his right foot is preventing him from walking. He can feel the blond picking him up gently, far too gently. It's unsettling.
"Please," he whispers. It's all he can manage, "Please, don't do this, Mirio."
He teleports them back to that room, putting Tamaki in their nest again. Mirio pulls down his pants. His hard cock pops out, which Tamaki has pretty much memorized by this point considering how many times he's sucked it, "You're gonna be so happy, my love. I promise you'll make the perfect mother."
"Mirio…" all he can do is hold still and watch as the other climbs on top of him, "Can we talk about this? Please?"
It's a last ditch effort, but it might work. He knows Mirio likes to talk, especially about himself. He doubts he can talk him out of it, but maybe he can delay it.
"What more is there to talk about?" He smiles proudly, "I'm gonna make you round with my pups."
"Why are you doing this?" Tamaki stops him, "Why me? I'm quirkless."
"Because I want to start a life with you," he cocks his head in confusion, as if it was obvious. It would be cute if he were anyone else, "I don't care what quirk our pups have. As long as they're like their mother."
He licks Tamaki's scent glands, close to the mating mark that was so recently bit, "I'll kill myself if you do that."
Mirio's face darkens. His scent goes rancid, and he leans down so that he's in front of Tamaki's injured foot. He was so focused on Mirio that he almost didn't notice the pain.
It suddenly returns the second he starts slowly pulling out the spike. Tamaki screams, trying to move his body in agony but whatever has him stuck in place keeps him flat on the bed.
The pain just doesn't stop. Mirio keeps pulling. How far in him was it? He expects to feel a rush of blood, but it never comes. Mirio must be using a weak healing quirk on him that doesn't ease pain. His plan definitely backfired. He should've just taken it. It would've been easier.
"Stop, please!" He screams, tears streaming down his face, "Mirio! MIRIO!"
It doesn't stop, "I'm sorry, my perfect moon. I have to teach you a lesson. Good omegas don't talk back, remember?"
He calls him moon because Tamaki told him once that he was the sun. But now, Tamaki knows better. It was a mistake to tell Mirio that, because now he uses that nickname as something demeaning. It used to be nice. That was until Mirio raped him for the first time.
"Tamaki, have you ever done it before?"
"Done what?"
"You know," he paused, lowering his voice. Tamaki was fifteen and Mirio was sixteen, "sex."
"N-no," the omega backed away slightly. It was the first time Mirio had brought up something like this. When he presented, they didn't really talk about it. He didn't tell Mirio how he had spent his first heat thinking about him. So why was he asking about it now? "I would've told you."
The next moments were a blur in Tamaki's memory. He remembers Mirio asking him if he liked guys. He said yes. He couldn't lie to him. Then he asked if Tamaki liked him. He had blushed heavily, "Yes."
Mirio took his hand and guided it downwards to his clothed cock. When he felt it, it had been hard. He tried to pull away, but Mirio held his hand there, "Can you help me, moon? If you do, I'll reward you."
A reward sounded nice. Maybe he would let Tamaki hang out with his new friend, Hadou. He had wanted to ask Mirio about it, but he was afraid he would say no.
Giving a handjob wasn't too hard. As soon as he got used to having a dick in his hand, he was able to make Mirio moan. It sent shivers down his spine and made warmth pool in his stomach.
When he came, Tamaki smiled bashfully. The reward wasn't what he had expected though. Mirio pushed him down onto the futon and pulled down his pants, revealing his cunt, which was dripping with slick. This was bad.
"M-Mirio?" He stammered, trying to get away, but he was quickly strapped down using one of Mirio's quirks, "I don't feel comfortable doing this. Please stop."
Mirio didn't listen. He kept moving, positioning his face in-between Tamaki's legs, his face right up against his pussy. When his tongue lapped at the oozing slick, Tamaki's eyes had rolled back in pleasure. He'd never felt anything like it. His electric toothbrush could never.
"Fuck, Tama," he moaned, "you taste so damn good."
And that made Tamaki feel good. He wasn't sure he wanted it, but he knew that when Mirio said something was good that it was indeed very good. Bad meant punishment.
Mirio had licked him until he came, which he learned later on was called eating someone out. Hadou had told him after he described it to her. But he still felt like something was off. That he didn't quite want it to happen. Hadou assured him he was just nervous, but he wasn't sure about that. It was more than nervous. Whenever he saw Mirio, he wanted to hide. Not necessarily out of shame. It was more so that he didn't want it to happen again.
But it did. Again and again.
He's learned to accept it at this point. To just lay there and take it. Pretend like it's love making, even though he knows deep down that it's just sex. But getting pregnant? Giving birth to another human? He just can't go through with it.
The pain is getting to him though.
"I'll do it, Mirio. Just please, stop," It stops. The pain all goes away, and he can feel the spike easily slide out of his body. No blood. No pain. Just relief.
"Good," he kisses his stomach, "I can't wait to fill you with my pups."
Tamaki sobs at that. Mirio purrs, trying to make his omega feel better. He scents him, dousing Tamaki in his smoky smell. It lets him forget what's about to happen. That he's about to be bred.
"Please just make it quick," he begs.
"Good boys don't tell their alphas what to do, Tama," he says, walking away from his partner, "Wait here a second."
He almost laughs. It's not like he can move anywhere. Soon enough, Mirio comes back with a leg spreader bar. He places it around Tamaki's ankles, making the man under him whimper. He pats his thigh, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby."
He knows he will. Mirio is very skilled in bed, and he definitely knows how to make Tamaki feel amazing. It's embarrassing, especially when he's moaning while begging for Mirio to stop.
For instance, when Tamaki finally realized that this was wrong with this situation. He never gave Mirio consent to touch him there. It's a little too late though, because when he comes to this realization, it's while he's under Mirio with his legs spread in the back of his car.
"Mirio?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we stop? I don't think I want to do this."
Mirio looked confused, "Do you not like me or something? Because I can leave, Tamaki."
"N-no, of course I like you!" This was where he should've realized he was being manipulated, "I just think I need some time."
He had frowned, that acrid scent filling the car. Tamaki gulped, knowing something bad would come next. He gasped as he was pushed into the seat and Mirio pressed the head of his dick against his wet opening, "If you like me, then you'll let me do this."
And Tamaki let him. He took it like the good boy that Mirio said he was. He didn't cry. He didn't move. He just laid there through the pain and pleasure of it all. Sure, it felt amazing. Mirio was huge and felt so damn good inside of him. He filled him so well, easily reaching his g-spot.
But it hurts him. It hurts physically and mentally. Nothing has hurt more than the first time Mirio forced himself inside.
Now Mirio gets in-between the spreader using Permeation, and he pulls Tamaki's pants and frilly underwear down to his knees. He makes him wear lingerie, even though Tamaki begs him not to. He seems to like the way his ass looks in them.
He pulls Tamaki's legs up so that they're on his shoulders, leaning down to Tamaki's crotch, teasingly licking at his pussy.
"M-Mirio!" The indigo-haired boy whines, "Please!"
"You're not the only one on inducers right now," he ignores him, ripping off his own shirt and then Tamaki's, "I'm in rut, so as soon as we start, don't expect me to stop. I don't think I'll be able to control myself. You know how good you feel."
He sobs, body still limp, "Please don't."
Mirio wipes away his tears, "Shh. Don't cry, moon. Like I said, I promise I'll make you feel good. It's ok. I'll get you plenty of clothes that'll make you look amazing with your baby bump."
But Tamaki doesn't want that at all. He doesn't want a baby bump, and he certainly doesn't want more lingerie. It hurts him whenever Mirio looks at him like he wants to devour him.
Mirio continues to eat him out, his fat tongue lapping at his sweet slick. The heat is making him buck his hips up for more, wanting Mirio inside. His tongue isn't enough. He needs more.
"Mirio!" Tamaki whines, "M-more!"
"That's it, little moon," he strokes his cocklett, licking the underside, "Keep begging for me. Just like that."
Tamaki's always been vocal. It makes him feel like a whore, but at least Mirio seems to like it. Moaning Mirio's name is easy for him at this point since he's so used to it.
Suddenly, his body is free to move again.
He can move.
His hands immediately go for Mirio's head. He pushes it further down, so lost in pleasure that he forgets about escaping. His hands brush through those blond locks, remembering a time when they were younger and Mirio would let him play with his hair.
"Your hair's so soft, Mirio-chan!" He gasped in amusement, "I wish my hair was yellow!"
He smiles at the memory, moaning when a large finger slips inside of him, "M-Mirio, please, put it in!"
Mirio grins.
"Oh, so we're being needy now?" He coos, putting another finger into the slick hole, "What happened to you begging for me to stop?"
Tamaki moves his hands away from Mirio's head and tries to get up with the little strength he has, only for Mirio to grab him by the neck and slam him back down, face first, "Ah!" Something's definitely dislocated. It feels like his shoulder.
"I told you, little omega," his fingers are still inside. They're still inside and moving. How? "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you disobey. Stay still please."
Tamaki sobs into the pillow as the fingers inside of him mercilessly stroke his inner walls, "F-fuck, Mirio!"
A slap to his ass, "Did I say you could speak?"
He whines, lifting his ass up so that he can grind down into the touch. He reaches his spot, making Tamaki spasm around him, "Ngh!"
"Such a little whore, Tama," he chuckles, pulling his fingers out. It's definitely not enough prep considering how big Mirio is, but that's ok. He deserves to hurt. It's his fault that he's in this mess, after all.
"Mirio, no!" He screamed, slapping the other across the face, "I'm not doing this anymore! If you truly love me, then you would let me go."
"But the sun can't shine without the moon," Mirio cupped his face, stroking his chin. Tamaki rolles his eyes. He had pulled away, his biggest mistake. He got out of the car, running to the nearest house, until Mirio made him freeze. He fell to the ground, "I'm sorry, Tama. I have to."
"No!" And then Mirio knocked him out. He had woken up with his arms and legs tied to the corners of a bed, his mouth gagged and both of his holes plugged with toys. It hadn't been the first time he had been in this situation, but this time, unbeknownst to him, he wouldn't be escaping.
Mirio pins him down, grinding his hips down into Tamaki's tight cunt, "M-Mir-mm!"
"I'm gonna have to get the gag if you don't stop talking, moon," he says seriously, "Be a good boy for me, ok?"
"I'll never be g-good for you," he turns his head and spits in Mirio's face. Mirio furrows his eyebrows, "Fuck you."
He can feel the blond seething on top of him. Mirio gets up, taking out the bindings attached to under the bed and strapping each of Tamaki's limbs to them. He tries to thrash around, but he has no energy left. It's no use. Mirio has him.
He leaves the room, presumably to get more toys. Tamaki hurts all over. He's probably shaking, but he honestly can't tell. At least Mirio hasn't actually done anything yet. At least he isn't pregnant. At least Mirio's knot isn't inside of him.
His tears have absolutely soaked the pillow. The worst part is, his pussy is dripping with slick and is wetting the sheets on their shared bed. It's not the first time this has happened to him, and it certainly won't be the last, but it's so much worse than the last time he was in this situation.
A few minutes later, Mirio comes back holding what looks like a glass of purple liquid and an anal plug, "You're going to drink this."
"No I'm not."
"I'm not asking you, Tamaki," he says sternly.
"Can I at least ask what it is?" Mirio puts the glass to Tamaki's lips.
"It's a strong aphrodisiac," he smiles, "It'll make you shut up a bit. Maybe you'll learn some manners."
Tamaki shuts his mouth immediately. He's not letting that vial anywhere near him.
"Open up," Tamaki shakes his head violently, trying to move away from the other, "Come on. It'll also help you get pregnant faster. Don't you want that? For this to be over sooner?"
He whimpers. Mirio frowns, "Quit being a princess, moon. Drink it before I make you."
Tamaki's eyes widen. He opens his mouth, and the aphrodisiac spills down his throat. It's disgustingly sweet, so much so that it almost makes him throw up again.
"There. Are you happy?"
"It should only take a couple of minutes," Mirio sits on the bed next to him, stroking his hair. The gesture is just as sickeningly sweet as the liquid, "And then you won't be able to resist me."
It's already difficult to resist him. He's in heat, after all, and Mirio's a good-smelling alpha in rut. And he's not just any alpha. He's his alpha. They're bonded for life, "Don't you ever get tired of this?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"I mean pretending like this is ok," Tamaki deadpans, "You're raping me, Mirio. This is rape. So I'm asking, do you ever get tired of pretending like I'm enjoying it? Because I do."
This is the first time he's stuck up like this in ages. He has no idea what will happen, but it's worth a shot.
"You like it, though," he declares. Tamaki shakes his head again. He can feel the aphrodisiac kicking in, "I can feel when your pussy clenches around me. I can feel you cum every time I fuck your tight little cunt. I know, Tamaki. So don't try to pretend this is something different. Just because you don't want it doesn't mean you don't like it."
"I- oh, fuck!" His body overflows with heat. His brain is on fire. He needs, please, fuck, Mirio! "Need you inside! Mirio, please, I'm sorry, just put it in!"
"Not yet, pretty moon," Tamaki is sure that he's dying. That's certainly what it feels like. Mirio moves to sit in between his legs again, lowering his right hand to prod a finger inside of Tamaki again.
And it feels so good.
"Mirio," he groans, mind filled with pleasure and nothing but, "please."
It doesn't matter that he doesn't want it. He'll take anything. It's like his heat has been multiplied by a thousand. He needs relief, and only Mirio can give it to him, "Please. Need you. I'm ready, I swear."
More fingers. It's not enough. He needs more.
"Beg for it then."
He can do that. He can do that really well. Mirio makes him do it all the time anyways, "Please, Mirio. I want, I need your cock."
"Shh, it's ok baby boy," Tamaki is crying harder than he ever has. Harder than when he woke up on the first day of this. It's all too overwhelming. He just knows that he needs Mirio inside of him. Forget about the pregnancy. It doesn't matter anymore. He just wants it to stop already, "I'll help you. I promise."
Something enters him and he almost passes out from relief. It's so warm and familiar. Mirio.
"I love you, moon," he rubs his cocklett, leaning down to kiss his neck. His lips brush against the mating mark.
"Bite me!" Mirio bites him. A rush of pleasure. His omega finally feels sated. Tamaki moans, finally enjoying himself.
Mirio leans over him so that his stomach is pressed against Tamaki's back. His hands run along the top of his chest, beginning to play with his already-sensitive nipples. He starts with slow, deep thrusts that hit Tamaki's spot so nicely, "Oh, Mirio, right there!"
He picks up his speed, slamming into the small omega. This damned aphrodisiac is heightening his senses to the point where all he can think about is pleasure and all he can focus on is Mirio's cock in his pussy. It's embarrassing to beg, but it's the only thing he can do.
Tamaki purrs, moving his hips down to meet Mirio's thrusts, "There! Please!"
His eyes roll back, and he cums, squeezing around Mirio in the process. The blond groans at the sudden pressure around him. He tilts Tamaki's head so that he can kiss him, and, in his daze, he kisses him back, "I love you, moon. But we're not done yet."
More teeth on his neck, this time on the other side. His hips grind against Tamaki, and he feels something prodding against his ass that he's only ever felt once before.
"O-oh!" Mirio has the ability to take on two disks because of a quirk that he stole a few months ago. It allows him to bend his skin into different shapes, which he gladly uses to make two cocks. Sometimes he'll use both of them in one hole, and he once used it to fuck both his cunt and ass at the same time, "N-no, please, n-not that!"
Two dry fingers enter him as Mirio's thrusts become shallow and slower. Tamaki moans from the pain, hissing when he begins scissoring his other hole. He can feel the second dick rubbing against his lower back. It's not as thick or long as Mirio's real cock, but it still sure as hell hurts when it's forced into his ass.
"I'm gonna stuff you so well, princess," Mirio whispers in his ear, adding a third finger. Unsurprisingly to both of them, Tamaki's pussy clenches. He loves it when Mirio calls him that, "I know you like when I fill both of your holes at once."
He slaps his ass cheek, laughing when Tamaki yelps, "Mirio, please don't, ngh!"
It's shoved inside of him without any warning. Mirio immediately starts fucking him again, not waiting for him to adjust, "I told you to stay quiet, little one."
Tamaki is practically drooling over his alpha at this point, spit and tears wetting the pillow as he cums again after only a few seconds of Mirio being in his ass. Now he just needs him to cum too.
He can tell when he's about to. He usually can, "My love, are you ready?"
Tamaki doesn't react. He's too tired. As Mirio empties deep inside of him, he passes out from pure exhaustion and the overhwelming sensation of being cum inside. They always used condoms(except for the one time that Tamaki doesn't know about[Tamaki knows about it, but Mirio doesn't know that he does]) to prevent unwanted pregnancy. But now there's no need.
Unlike the indigo-haired boy, Mirio doesn't fall asleep. He's unusually energetic. Tamaki makes small whimpering noises, despite being unconscious, when Mirio starts moving again. It's probably from overstimulation. The poor boy already came twice. Mirio kisses him and Tamaki makes an uncomfortable-looking face.
***
By the end of their first mating session, Mirio is just as exhausted as Tamaki, who had woken up a few times. Every time he had been crying, and every time Mirio tried to comfort him. It was usually by kissing him better.
He feels so full of alpha cum, more full than he ever has. He's not sure that he can go through this again. His body aches, specifically his pussy. He's taken his knot before, but never with a boat-load of cum already stuffed inside of him.
As soon as they're done, Mirio brings out the anal plug and shoves it up his cunt, "Wouldn't want to waste any of it."
The second time they do it, Tamaki passes out again by the fourth times he cums. Once again, Mirio tries to kiss him better and plugs him up.
He doesn't get to sleep anymore, and when he does, it's not comfortably. Mirio's always around now. He doesn't go out, which means he doesn't get drunk anymore. It's good news for Tamaki at least.
The third day is the worst. He doesn't fall asleep at all, which means that he has to endure the entire thing. Every time Mirio cums inside of him, he can feel it. And the worst part is, he likes it.
The aphrodisiac is pushed to his lips again on the fourth day. The pregnancy tests are still coming back negative, much to both of their dismays.
When Mirio begins thrusting into him, Tamaki gasps, "M-more! Faster!"
"Shh, princess," Today, Tamaki is sitting on his lap as he thrusts up into him. Tamaki hates it, but he rides him like the obedient omega he is. Mirio has strapped a vibrator to his clit, which has already made him cum once, and he has clamps on his nipples. Maybe if he wasn't so shy and obedient he never would have been in this position.
Mirio pulls on the chain connecting his tits, "Ngh, Mirio!"
"Yes, just like that," Mirio licks his neck, kissing over the bite from a few days ago. He pulls Tamaki closer so that his hand is on his back and his head is resting on Mirio's shoulder, "You're such a perfect omega. I love you so much, sweetheart. This is gonna be it. I'm gonna get you pregnant this time."
***
And he does. After three months, Tamaki can see his bump, and as Mirio promised, he gifted him lingerie to go with it. But it's fine, because Tamaki couldn't be happier. His omega is elated with the news, especially with the fact that they're having twins.
"Mirio, can you let me leave the room? I need to get the twins' room ready. We don't have much time," Tamaki smiles. He's been doing that a lot recently. Smiling. Before the pregnancy, he never used to smile.
"Of course, moon," Mirio smiles as well. He loves to see his omega happy and if letting him out while under surveillance makes him happy, then Mirio will gladly comply, "Anything for you and the pups."
Mirio leads him down the hall. It's a gigantic house that he bought with one of his stolen quirks, so there are plenty of rooms, but it's easier for him to keep an eye on the twins if they're in the same room. Tamaki chuckles, leaning against Mirio, "I love you."
"I love you too, moon," that nickname might have irritated him a while ago, but now, it's just comforting. Tamaki purrs as Mirio rubs his stomach.
When they reach the new room, he gleams. It's already almost perfect. He just needs to scent the bed and make a nest for the two of them.
Mirio hands him a box, "I went out and got some more paint and stuff to hang up. And then there are some blankets I scented for you."
Tamaki grins, "Thank you, sweetheart," Despite being giddy all the time now, he somehow feels off. Not necessarily in a bad way, but he's been throwing up a lot and there's this weird feeling in his gut. Mirio says it's just the pregnancy, but Tamaki isn't so sure.
He sticks up a moon and sun and hangs them up near the cribs. As he does that, Mirio lays some of the blankets on their bed. Tamaki laughs, moving over to him so that he can reposition them to his liking, "You're doing it wrong."
Mirio laughs with him, leaving Tamaki to make their nest as he continues hanging up decorations. Tamaki takes out another one of the blankets, holding it to his nose so he can take in the smoky scent of his alpha.
His alpha.
"Have you thought of any names for the twins yet?" Mirio asks, taking out a canister of light pink paint.
"I have a few," Tamaki feels shy for some reason. He feels like himself for the first time in a while. What's going on with him? "I was thinking Etsuko or Chiyo for a girl, and then Enyo or Kai for a boy."
"They sound lovely," the two of them stay quiet for a while, the only noises being the rustling of blankets and the brustling of a paintbrush against the wall. Eventually, Tamaki finishes their nest and lays down in it, "Mirio?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Come here," Mirio does as he's told, dropping the brush in the paint and walking over the bed. He sits down next to his lover.
"Is everything ok?"
"It's more than ok," he gasps, which quickly turns into a giggle, "The pups are kicking. Here, feel."
He guides Mirio's hand to his stomach. Mirio grins, leaning his head down to kiss his baby bump. He crawls on top of Tamaki, being extra careful not to hurt him.
Mirio pecks his lips, about to get up so that he can finish the paint job, but Tamaki pulls him back down into a long, nearly aggressive kiss. Mirio shouldn't be surprised. He's been like this ever since he stopped drugging him.
Well, the word drugging is a little strong. Mirio just wants his moon to stay with him, and one of the ways he does so is by slipping a heat inducing drug into Tamaki's drinks. Tamaki doesn't know, though(Tamaki knows).
Mirio stopped doing it so that it wouldn't interfere with the pregnancy. Now, he just gives him a relaxant. He should keep doing this honestly. Tamaki actually seems happy for once, and it shouldn't have any affect on their pups.
Tamaki turns them over so that he's on top, "I wanna ride you."
Mirio traces his soft, plump thighs, gasping when Tamaki rolls his hips down, "Ah, Tama," he smacks his ass.
"Go ahead, princess," Mirio encourages, "You're so naughty. Taking dick like this in our future children's room."
Tamaki moans, Mirio holding him down as he rolls his hips up into him. He pulls his blue baby doll dress down, revealing a tight bralette and matching panties. Mirio practically devours him with his eyes. Tamaki blushes, "Like what you see?"
"How the hell did I end up with someone as gorgeous as you?" He chuckles, but Tamaki doesn't. He's confused. Didn't Mirio kidnap him or something? Weirdly enough, he can't remember. Mirio sees the look on his face and immediately changes the subject, "Did you dress up like this just for me?"
"Mhm," Tamaki looks away shyly, forgetting about what he said already. Mirio sits up so that he can kiss around the lingerie. The other boy tilts his face up so that he kisses his lips instead, "So good, alpha."
Tamaki moves off of Mirio for a second so that he can take off his panties. While he's doing that, Mirio strips himself of his pants and boxer briefs.
When Tamaki sits back on him, he attempts to stick a finger inside of him, but he's abruptly stopped, "No need. I already prepped."
Mirio growls, grinning from ear to ear. He has the most perfect omega ever, no doubt about it.
He positions himself over Mirio's thick, length cock and holds it in his hand. He doesn't even bother with stroking it because he's already leaking precum. He probably won't last much longer.
Tamaki starts the process of slowly sinking down onto Mirio's lap. Unsurprisingly to everyone, Mirio quickly grows impatient and decides to take matters into his own hands. He takes Tamaki's hips and starts pushing down, "M-Mirio!"
His walls are being pushed apart very suddenly, which he's unfortunately quite used to. He bites his lip to prevent a scream when Mirio bottoms out, "Come on sweetheart, you know I love it when you scream for me."
"Ngh- ah, Mirio!" He lets out a high-pitch moan from Mirio grinding against his g-spot, "Oh god, fuck me!"
"As you wish, perfect moon."
"Wait no, Mirio, stop, hng♡!" Tamaki places his hands on Mirio's chest to stabilize himself as he's overstimulated with Mirio already beginning to pound into him. He grips Tamaki's hips tight enough to bruise, letting out a low moan from how tight he is. He goes slow with his thrusts at first. He knows that he won't last very long, and neither will Tamaki.
He moves one of his hands down so he can circle Tamaki's clit with his fingers, moving them the way he knows he likes it. It never fails to make Tamaki's pussy clench around him. He can feel his fangs come out, along with the sudden urge to bite and breed. He has to remind his alpha that Tamaki is already pregnant.
Tamaki is gurgling at this point, moving up and down at a fast pace, too overstimulated to think of anything aside from cock. Mirio uses this chance to take his wrist and bite it. He feels a rush of pain, but it's canceled out by his orgasm.
Mirio reaches for his stomach with his sharp claws, gently rubbing it as he fucks Tamaki through his climax. He sits up and pulls his lover close, kissing away his tears, "I love you, moon."
"I love you too, sun," he says breathlessly, throwing his head back when Mirio cums inside of him. It's still a weird sensation, but he's definitely getting used to it, "I feel so full- oh, fuck!"
His knot presses into the tight heat, forcing itself inside. It stretches his entrance so nicely that he's quickly forced into another orgasm. Mirio holds his hand throughout everything, squeezing it so that he knows he's there. Despite everything, Mirio loves Tamaki more than he loves himself, and that's saying a lot.
When the knot has finally deflated, Tamaki falls onto the bed next to Mirio. He takes him into his arms, moving his lips to Tamaki's wrist to kiss and lap at the bite mark, "I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I don't mind," Tamaki giggles at the sensation of being licked, "Really, Mirio. It's ok."
"I just feel bad for hurting you."
"Then why'd you do it?"
"You know how I get when my fangs are achy," Mirio sighs, scenting Tamaki in their nest. The indigo-haired boy chirrups when the smell of his alpha fills his nose, "And it's just so hard to resist you, my love."
"Mm," Mirio threads his fingers through Tamaki's hair, rubbing his pointy ears, "Can I tell you something?"
"Go ahead, sweetheart."
"I'm really, really happy being with you."
"But?" Mirio questions. There's always a but with these kinds of statements.
"No buts this time. Like I said, I'm the happiest I've been in a while. I love you so much, and I can't wait to have our child. And the room looks great."
"Well, I'm happy that you're happy," Tamaki cuddles into him, purring, cum still leaking out of him, "Mirio, can you clean me up?"
"Of course," Mirio sits in between his legs, lifting them around his neck just like with their first mating session. The memories flood back to Tamaki, but he pushes them aside. He's happy now. Mirio is good to him. He goes in right away, licking up all the cum and omegan juices that release from Tamaki.
"Mm," while he's going down on him, he fingers him, trying to scoop out the cum, "Y-you got really deep this time."
"Mhm," the vibrations from Mirio humming stimulate Tamaki even more, sending him over the edge once again.
"Mirio! Fuck!" More slick leaks out, spilling onto Mirio's tongue. It's quite literally irresistible. Omegas release a natural aphrodisiac, which makes them taste delicious and forces alphas to drop to their knees.
Once he's done cleaning him up, Mirio scoops up the soon-to-be mother and carries him to the bathroom, "I love cleaning you up, darling, but I think you need an actual bath."
"Yeah, you're right," Mirio sets him down on the cold, shiny floor, turning on the warm water and then quickly joining him. Tamaki giggles when their pups start kicking him again. Everything feels so right, but there's still a sense of dread in the back of his mind. Mirio tries to hug him. He pulls away from the embrace, his scent going sour. He lets out a warning growl.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Mirio's big blue eyes are filled with concern.
"I-I don't know," Tamaki looks at himself, also confused about what's going on.
"Is it the pups? Are they ok?" The blonde backs away slightly, "I can go get a doctor or-"
"No, they're fine. I don't know what's wrong with me, Mirio."
It's probably the drugs. He used less this morning than usual, hoping that it wouldn't affect anything. He makes a mental note to not do that again.
"It's ok," Mirio turns off the water, walking towards the door, "I think you might need some time alone. Tell me when you're done, and then I'll let you get some rest."
Tamaki nods, still confused. He gets in the tub when Mirio leaves, closing his eyes. The stark white ceiling is the last thing he sees before Mirio makes sure that he passes out.