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Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega MASTERLIST

Chapter 0 - First Encounters

Chapter 1 - Origin

Chapter 2 - Home is Where the Cat is

Chapter 3 - Moving In

*Chapter 4 - New Experiences

Chapter 5 - The Morning After

*Chapter 6 - Onsen Adventures

Chapter 7 - End of the Vaca Chapter 8 - The Agency Chapter 9 - The Meeting

*Chapter 10 - There's a First Time for Everything

*Chapter 11 - Holiday Rush

anyway PRESENT MIC STILL DOES THE CHARACTER INTROS. PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET VIGILANTES.

I hope none of you disappear in the coming days. Seriously don't do anything that can't be undone.

Paws and Effect Blurb

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Paws and Effect - A Ghost/Reader/Soap Hyrbid AU fic.

Blurb - 4k words, Full on AO3 - 16k words (18+)

Summary: Soap was convinced that Ghost was hiding something. He was dead set on a secret missus tucked away in some flat in London. Nothing could have prepared him for the truth. A cozy little farmhouse, far removed from the chaos of their world, and a… fluffy cat? The biggest shock yet? The cat’s true identity.

Soap was certain that Ghost had a missus back home. His first clue? Ghost’s uniforms. They were always crisp and well-pressed. Don’t get him wrong, he was sure the big man knew how to use an iron, but there was something suspiciously meticulous about the way his clothes looked when he would come back from leave. Pressed to perfection, not a single wrinkle in sight.

Not only were they clean-pressed, but there was that scent that drove Soap’s nose crazy. It wasn’t just your standard laundry detergent, there was something warmer, floral, something… homey. Soap had sniffed every brand of detergent he could get his nose on, but nothing quite matched the lingering fragrance that was on Ghost’s clothes.

He tried asking once, tossing out the question casually. “So, you got a missus waiting for you back home, Ghost?”

The man barely spared him a glance, shaking his head. “Just a cat,” he said. His tone was even, but Soap swears he could see just the faintest twitch of a smile under his mask. 

What really got under his skin was how the rest of the 141 played along. When he pressed Gaz about it, all he got was a shrug. “He’s not lying, mate. He’s got a cat.”

Price wasn’t any better. “Sounds about right,” he said, offering nothing more. Soap wasn’t buying it though, because every so often he’d get another clue. 

Like when he overheard Ghost chatting with someone on base. He kept mentioning how she was doing, whether she was planning to visit soon and no matter how hard he tried, Soap couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t a cat. It was always just vague enough to be brushed off, yet it gnawed at Soap’s curiosity. 

The final clue was the phone calls. Ghost wasn’t the type to waste time on mindless chatter, but every now and then, he’d slip away with his phone, voice low and private. One night, Soap happened to walk down the hallway towards the rec room at the right time. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop… kind of. It just so happened that he could hear Ghost’s voice from where he so happened to be standing.

“Yeah… I miss you too.”

Soap nearly fell out of his pants. He finally caught him, but he couldn’t let him know. He needed something more solid and he had to find out just who this girl was.

Going back to square one, he decided to take another swing at asking questions. “So Ghost, what’s your cat’s name?”

Ghost barely looked up from his cards. Soap had figured the team’s weekly poker game was the perfect time to catch him off guard. It seemed like a solid plan so far, but Ghost was just as unreadable as ever.

“Callie,” Ghost answered simply.

Soap narrowed his eyes. “What kind of name is that for a cat?”

Price leaned back in his chair, gaze darting between Soap and Ghost. “Why do you care so much, Johnny?” he asked his tone a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“I don’t, I just-,” he huffed. “Look, I just know he’s full of shite, alright? There’s no way all he’s got at home is a bloody cat. And what’s worse is it that you lot seem to know it too.”

Across the table, Gaz snorted. “You sound jealous.”

Soap scowled. “I am not jealous. I just find it hard to believe.”

Before he could finish, Ghost’s phone buzzed.

The whole room went still.

Ghost barely reacted, checking the screen with his usual impassive air before typing out a quick response. Then, just as casually, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and placed his cards down with a satisfying ‘plap’.

“That was the cat,” he said flatly, revealing a full house. “Gotta make a call.”

Gaz nearly chokes on his drink, bursting out laughing. Price just sighed, leaning over to pat Soap on the shoulder. “Just give it up, mate.”

A month later, the task force was on the road, making their way back to base after a grueling week-long mission a few hours away. It was far too late for them to be out and exhaustion was starting to settle in. They had pushed to get back, desperate for their own beds, but the further they drove, the harder it was for everyone to stay awake.

“Why don’t we just crash at my place for the night,” Ghost offers, calm but firm. From behind the wheel, Price glances over, considering it for a second before nodding. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he says, speeding on into the night. 

Soap perks up immediately, practically bouncing forward to stick his head between the front seats. “Wait, we’re going to L.T.’s place?”

Ghost sighs, already regretting his offer. “On second thought…”

Soap playfully shoves his shoulder. “Aw, don’t be like that,” he grins. 

“It’s been a while,” Price cuts in, his voice carrying a note of familiarity. “It’ll be nice to visit again. Bet a lot’s changed since I was there last.”

Ghost doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he turns his gaze toward the dark scenery outside. “You have no idea…” he murmurs.

Soap blinks. “Wait, ye’ve been before, Captain?” 

Price nods. “A few times.”

From the back seat, Gaz casually raises a hand. “As have I.”

Soap reels back, scandilized “What?” he whines. “How come everyone else has got an invitation ‘cept me L.T.?”

Ghost cocks his head to the side, sizing up the Scotsman with an air of amusement. “You’re too rowdy. You’ll scare the cat.” 

Price and Ghost exchange a knowing glance, only adding fuel to the fire in Soap’s burning curiosity.

Soap huffs, flopping back into his seat with exaggerated indignation. “Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath.

He turns his attention to the window, watching as the darkness of the countryside stretches endlessly around them. The road was essentially empty with vast, open fields on either side. Every so often, a streetlamp would flicker by, offering the briefest glimpse of the world outside before swallowing it back into the shadows.

Yet, despite the tranquil scenery around them, Soap’s mind was far from resting. If everyone had been to Ghost’s place before, that meant that there was definitely something worth seeing, something he was hiding. He was determined to be right. Ghost had a bird.

Further into the drive, Soap catches glimpses of distant lights moving across the fields. They bobbed and weaved in a uniform rhythm, eerily synchronized for lights, flickering through the darkness.

“Farmer’s dogs are out,” Ghost comments, his voice low and unreadable. “Must be chasin’ something.”

Before Soap could get a proper look at whatever something was, the car veered onto a narrow side road, cutting off his view.

“You live near a farm?” he asks, watching as the scenery shifts.

Ghost grunts an affirmative, offering nothing more. Before he could press any further, Price turns onto a long, gravel driveway, the tires crunching softly against the stones. 

Soap leans forward again as a modest yet charming farmhouse comes into view. A small porch light bathes the front of the house in a warm glow. It looked, cozy. Not how he would think one would describe Ghost’s home.

“That’s yer place?” he asks, heavy skepticism coating his tone.

Once again, Ghost merely grunts an affirmative. Then, with a slight edge to his voice, he adds, “Make sure you mind your manners.”

Soap smirks. “What, ye worried I’ll scare the cat?” Soap teases. 

The joke earns him a hard glare from the masked man, the kind that makes it very clear that he is treading on thin ice. Price parks up close to the house before anyone can say anything further. 

After stepping out, Soap takes a chance to look at his surroundings. The house was wrapped in lush greenery, flowers spilling over from well-kept garden beds and climbing trellises. It was once again a stark contrast to the man who owned it, comfy. And yet, it only fueled Soap’s suspicions.

They had barely grabbed their bags when a blood-curdling screech tore through the quiet night.

Soap froze, immediately on edge. “What the hell was that?”

A deep, guttural meowl followed and it felt long, drawn-out, and wrong. It echoes from somewhere near the tree line, making Soap’s pulse quicken.

Ghost barely reacts, simply glancing towards the forest. “Cat must’ve got out,” he mutters before heading toward the house.

Soap hesitates. That didn’t sound like any cat he’d ever heard.

Something about how Ghost said it so casually and dismissive sends a shiver down his spine. With a quick glance toward the others, he hurries after Ghost, not keen on lingering outside any longer than necessary.

Stepping inside, Soap was immediately hit with a wave of warmth and comfort. The living room was the exact opposite of what he had expected. Big, inviting couches piled high with plush pillows and blankets, soft lighting that cast a golden glow across the walls. Nearly every surface was adorned with plants, their vines spilling over shelves and trailing toward the floor in lazy curls.

And then there was the pet bed. It was huge, nestled in the corner like a throne. Soap stared at it, utterly surprised. “Just how big is your cat?”

Ghost’s answer dies on his tongue as another ungodly screech echoed from outside, this time followed by the unmistakable snap of jaws and a furious chorus of barking dogs.

Soap flinched, whipping toward the window in time to see three of the distant lights streaking past, tearing towards the forest with breakneck speed.

“Sounds like they caught whatever they were after,” Ghost says flatly, completely unfazed. 

Soap turns to him, concern plastered on his face. Slowly, Soap takes a step away from the window.

“Right,” Ghost continues as if nothing had happened. “One of you will need to take the couch. Guest bed’s not big enough for three.” 

Just as the words leave his mouth, a sudden noise comes from the kitchen. A faint but distinct shuffle, the sound of movement where there shouldn’t be any. Every head snaps toward the doorway. The team had faced enemy fire, brutal missions, and near-death situations. But after the week they’d had, their nerves were still wound tight, instincts sharp.

Suddenly, soft, quick footfalls break the silence, followed by a chorus of eager meows barreling into the living room. The team exhales, shoulders loosening as the true source of the “intruder” revealed itself.

“There she is,” Ghost says, his voice uncharacteristically warm as he kneels down.

A fluffy black cat, with a mosaic of white and orange splotches, practically launches into Ghost’s arms. Immediately a cacophony of loud, rumbling purrs fill the room as the cat chirps and rubs their head all over the masked man.

“There's my girl,” Ghost coos as he rubs a finger under the cat's chin. 

Soap swears he can see the damn cat smile, purrs growing even louder as it presses into the touch, completely and utterly smitten with the masked man.

“She's looking nice and healthy,” Price comments, watching the affectionate display.

At the sound of his voice, the cat perks up, ears twitching as it twists out of Ghost’s hold and trots over to rub against Price and Gaz’s legs. Both men reach down to scratch at its soft fur, their hands easily finding familiar spots.

“I forgot how soft you were,” Gaz chuckles as it twirls between them, soaking up the attention. Then, as if suddenly noticing the extra presence in the room, the cat pauses. Its bright green eyes land on Soap, studying him with a quiet curiosity. It tilts its head slightly, ears twitching as it takes a hesitant step forward. 

Soap freezes, glancing at Ghost who gives him a small nod.

“Let her sniff your hand,” Ghost instructs. 

Frowning slightly, Soap peels off his glove and extends his hand, palm up. The cat looks to Ghost first, as if waiting for some kind of confirmation. Ghost turns his attention to the cat, cocking his head to Soap. “That’s Soap,” he tells it, low and steady.

At that, its ears perk, and its tail flicks before it closes the distance, giving his hand a few, careful sniffs. Then, as if making its final judgment, it presses its head into his palm, purring into the touch.

“Soap, this is Callie,” Ghost says simply. “Seems she likes you.”

Soap blinks down at her as she gazes up at him with wide, trusting green eyes. Any lingering suspicions, theories, or conspiracies vanish in an instant. Ghost was telling the truth. There was no secret missus waiting back at home.

Just this cat. 

Callie.

“She’s a beaut,” Soap admits, scratching gently behind her ear.

Ghost gives a short nod. “Yeah.”

After another moment, Callie stretches lazily and trots back over to Ghost. She lets out a long, dramatic yawn before hopping effortlessly into his waiting arms, nesting into the crook of his elbow with a satisfied purr.

“Looks like she’s had a long night,” Ghost remarks, stroking her soft fur. “We’re gonna turn in, regroup in the morning.”

A murmur of sleepy agreements passes through the team. Ghost gave one last nod before retreating toward the downstairs bedroom with Callie still draped in his arms like a queen.

There was some lighthearted bickering over who got the couch, but Soap eventually ends up being the one collapsing onto the plush sofa. The second his head hits the pile of soft pillows and blankets, sleep takes him. For the first time in a long, long time, everything feels strangely peaceful.

The next morning, Soap stirred awake to the low murmur of voices drifting from the kitchen. The warmth of the blankets still clung to him, and for a moment, he considered rolling over and slipping back into his peaceful sleep. The tempting scent of fresh coffee ends up winning out and he stretches with a groggy yawn. He pushes himself upright, blinking blearily at the cozy living room around him before making his way toward the voices.

As he stepped into the kitchen, he was immediately met with two pairs of eyes watching him. Ghost and Price sit at a small dining table, mugs in hand, their conversation cutting off when they see him enter. There was something unreadable in their expressions, as if they were waiting for something. 

Soap narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Then, movement out of the corner of his eye has him whipping his head towards the other side of the kitchen. When his head turns, his thoughts grind to a screeching halt.

A woman.

A stunning woman.

She turns toward him and for a moment, all he can do is stare, slack-jawed. She has warm, sun-kissed skin and striking green eyes that seem to glow under the soft kitchen light. Long, dark black hair cascades down her back, streaked with vibrant patches of orange and white. But that wasn’t what had him frozen.

It was the ears.

Perched atop her head were two pointed, fur-covered ears, flicking slightly as they registered his presence. Behind her, a long, bushy tail stood proudly, curling slightly at the tip. His eyes dared to dart lower. 

She was dressed casually, wearing an old tank top that effortlessly hugged her figure paired with sweatpants with a cutout for her tail. But it was her feet that made his brain short-circuit. At first, he thought she was wearing oddly realistic slippers, but no, those were definitely not slippers. 

They were actual cat paws.

Soap’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. His brain finally clicked everything into place and suddenly, it all made way too much sense. His expression lit up in triumph as he spun on his heel, jabbing a finger towards Ghost.

“A-ha!”

Ghost let out a long, exhausted sigh, bringing a hand up to rub his temples. “Please don’t yell.”

Soap ignored him, grinning like a madman. “You said you didn’t have a bird!”

“He’s not wrong,” Price mused, smirking behind his coffee mug. “She’s definitely not a bird.”

Callie grins wickedly. “I eat birds.”

Soap crossed his arms, doubling down. “You also said you didn’t have a missus.”

The woman let out an amused hum, raising a delicate hand. “Not a missus either,” she purred, lips curling into a sharp smirk as she turned to Ghost. “You were right, master. This one is funny.”

Soap’s brain screeches to a second halt.

“Master?!” he gawks, whipping around to face Ghost like he had just grown a second head.

Ghost exhales through his nose, reaching for his tea like this entire conversation was already giving him a headache.

Soap took another second to let things sit in, completely stunned. Of all the things he had expected to find at Ghost’s house, this was not on the list. “Right. Okay. Just, hold on a minute.” Soap pinches the bridge of his nose like that would somehow help process the absolute madness in front of him. “So, let me get this straight. Ye’ve been lying to me this whole time? Playin’ me for a fool while I went on and on about you havin’ a secret missus?”

Ghost gives him a look over his mug, eyes flat and unimpressed. “Never lied to you, Johnny.”

Soap’s jaw drops. “Oh, bollocks ye didn’t!” He waves a hand at the woman, who was now watching him with an amused gleam in her eyes. “What’s all this then?”

Ghost takes another slow sip of tea, dragging it out just to piss him off, Soap is sure of it. “Told you I had a cat.”

Soap gawks at him. He turns to Price, who is doing a terrible job of hiding his smirk. Turning to the woman, her tail flicks lazily behind her as she sips from her own cup, utterly unbothered by his existential crisis.

Finally, his eyes settle on Gaz, who walks into the kitchen. He takes one look at the situation before sighing.

“Finally found out, huh?” He turned to the woman with an easy nod. “Morning, Callie.”

“Morning, Kyle,” she responds happily.

Soap whirls on him. “You knew too?!”

Gaz snorts, grabbing a cup from the counter and starting to pour himself some coffee. “Mate, everyone knew.”

Soap threw his hands in the air. “What the hell is wrong with all of you? How is this normal? This is not normal.”

A soft chuckle draws his attention back to Callie. “Relax, Johnny,” she teases, stepping closer. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a shifter before.”

Soap takes a step back, bumping into the counter. “A what now?”

She arches a brow. “A shifter?” At his blank stare, she sighs, setting her cup down before gesturing to herself. “You know… a hybrid. A morph. I think in Japan I’m known as a nekomata.” She flicks her tail for emphasis. “Any of this ringing a bell?”

Soap blinks. Looks at Ghost. Back at her. Looks at her tail. Then back to Ghost.

“That's what all that racket was last night,” she says with a huff. “Sorry about that, by the way, I hope I didn’t scare you. Had to shift into my bigger form to deal with this nasty fox that's been causing issues and eating my chickens. Finally caught the fucker, so I called the neighbor's dogs for some assistance.”

Price chuckles at Soap's pale face. “Starting to make sense now, isn’t it?”

Soap once again jabs a finger at Ghost. “You… yer dating a bloody cat girl and just didn’t think to mention it?”

Ghost shrugged. “Not my fault you wouldn’t drop it.”

Callie grins, stepping even closer to Soap, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Would it make you feel better if I purred for you?”

Soap blanches. “Do not.”

Ghost sighs and stands up to put a steadying hand on her head. “Stop winding him up, love.”

She huffs playfully, ears and tail flicking in satisfaction. “Fine, fine.” Then she leans up on her toes and gives Ghost a quick peck on the cheek, right over the mask. “But you do make it too easy, Johnny.”

Soap slumps against the counter, dragging a hand over his face. He needed a drink or a nap. Probably both.

Price stands up, clapping him on the back with a chuckle. “You’ll get used to it.”

Soap peeks through his fingers at Ghost. The same Ghost who could make hardened men freeze with a single look was letting Callie nuzzle into him.

The contrast was striking. His harsh demeanor softened as he ran a gloved hand down Callie’s back. The sight pulled something deep into Soap’s chest, something warm and unfamiliar. His initial resistance crumbled instantly, and the fight left him like air from a punctured tire.

And yet, what he’s most surprised to realize, isn’t his surrender. Rather, it’s the quiet tug of longing that settled in its place.

Despite how comforting the kitchen now felt, reality was quick to settle back in. Price was the one to break up the moment, clearing his throat to grab the boy's attention. 

“Sorry to break this up, but we're going to be needed back at base today to give a debrief. Why don't we finish our drinks and be wheels up in 10?”

Soap pushes off the counter, glancing at Gaz, who is now determined to finish his coffee before they return to work mode. “I'll go grab my stuff.”

Callie, still tucked against Ghost's side, gives a small pout. “So soon? You boys just got here.”

Soap scoffs. “Aye, and I'm sure you’d love to keep watchin’ me lose my mind, but we do have jobs to get back to, lass.”  

She smirks. “Fair enough. But don’t be a stranger, Johnny.” 

Something in the way she says his name is light, a little teasing, but oddly warm. It makes his ears burn, and he quickly turns on his heel before anyone notices.

“It was really good to see you boys,” Soap can hear her say with a purr as he leaves the kitchen. “Promise you'll stay longer next time? Give me a chance to properly host you all?”

He hears the captain respond, but Price’s voice is too low to make out. A few minutes later, the team has their gear piled up in the living room, ready to head out. Ghost disappears into the downstairs bedroom while the others get things sorted.

Soap takes another slow look around the cozy space, trying to shake the weird sense of homeyness it leaves in his chest. He hadn't expected any of this, and he sure as hell didn't expect to feel… jealous? No, that couldn't be right. Whatever it is, it settles heavily in his stomach as he watches Ghost reappear, Callie trailing behind him with an easy grace.  

As they step outside, the crisp morning air cuts through the lingering warmth of the house, jolting Soap back into reality. Ghost pulls the door shut behind them, lingering there for a moment. Callie takes the opportunity to lean up on her feet, brushing a kiss against the side of his mask. He murmurs something to her, too low for Soap to hear, before stepping back and heading towards the car.  

Callie waves lazily as they load into the vehicle. “Safe travels, boys.”  

Soap leans his head against the window as Price pulls away, watching as Callie stands in the driveway, tail flicking. She stays there until they disappear down the road.  

Only then does he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.  

Gaz nudges him with a knowing smirk. “What’s got you all quiet?”  

Soap scowls. “Nothin’.”  

Price chuckles from the front seat. “Give it time.”  

Soap had no idea what he meant by that. But as he watches the road stretch ahead of them, the warmth of Ghost’s home fading into the distance, he has a sinking feeling he’s going to be thinking about this for a long time.

A/N: Thought I would post a little snippet of this story here on Tumblr since I've noticed that's where I'm finding a lot of other hybrid things. I think the full story might be too long to post here so I've got the full thing linked below! Thank you for reading! 💜

Completed story on: AO3 (18+)

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Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega CHAPTER 1 - Origin

AO3 Link SUMMARY: It's been a week since Kimiko's encounter with her ex. It's now the day of her pack placement and she's late for the first time in a long time. CHAPTER 1 - Origin

Of all the times to be late.

Making her way through the crowded sidewalk as quickly as she can, Kimiko tries her best not to bump into people. Her heels dig into her feet as she adds more pressure to them to prevent herself from failing as she weaves through people. The hair she spent so long trying to make look presentable is starting to fray from sweat and she’s letting off more of a panicked energy than she would have liked. She was on her way to the most important meeting of her life.

Everything that she had worked so hard on for the past five years led up to this moment and she was about to throw it all away by being late for the first time in forever. She had planned every second of her life from the times she woke up to the quick breaks she took to be at the top of her game. Of course, no amount of planning could prepare her for the hour delay her train had due to a villain attack further down the track.

Luckily, she had planned enough time to be about an hour early regardless. That way, she had time to prep with her grandmother, since she would also be attending this meeting. However, the delay forced her to go through everything in her head and try and get into the right headspace. 

As her feet hit the stairs leading up to the building she needed to be in, a sense of reassurance filled her. Looking at her phone, she was only 10 minutes late. Still not ideal and certainly not a good image but it was better than nothing. She quickly speed-walked through the halls of the building, knowing exactly where she needed to be. The familiar receptionist greets her and quickly ushers her toward the normal meeting room.

“Thank you, I am so sorry I-,”

“Don’t worry about it. Just get in there and do your best,” they encourage, practically pushing her inside.

Quickly, she makes her way to the chair she had become so acquainted with the past five years, apologies pouring out of her mouth as she takes a seat.

“Ison,” her advisor greets. “So nice to see you. I heard about the delay, so no need to worry. I’m just glad you were able to make it.”

She lets out a deep breath in relief. Heart hammering in her chest, she knows she’s probably letting off a variety of unpleasant waves. Her grandmother’s hand rests on her back reassuringly as she takes a deep enough breath to steady herself.

“I am so sorry. Thank you for still meeting me today. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Ison. Feel free to take a moment to collect yourself, the matchmaker went to get some water so you have a few moments.” 

“Thank you,” I say, letting out another very large breath. The advisor gives her a small chuckle as she focuses on relaxing.

“Quite the odd morning for you,” her grandmother quips. Kimiko nods and smiles at her. No doubt, her grandmother worked some of her charm on the matchmaker, preventing them from leaving altogether. Taking one final long breath, her heartbeat returns to normal and she focuses on centering herself, stopping any further unpleasant waves. Feeling more complete, she responds,

“Quite.”

Her grandmother gives her signature giggle and helps get her hair more put together while she focuses on straightening out her outfit. The door opens as they finish up and the matchmaker walks in, water in hand.

“There you are, Ison. Good to see you are joining us today.” She gives a polite bow in response. 

“Thank you for still seeing me today. I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience.” 

“You’re lucky your grandmother was here,” they comment as they take the seat across from her, next to her advisor. Their differing personalities create an unusual atmosphere in the office. It’s different from the warm presence she’s used to. “She was able to convince me that this was out of the norm for you which is the only reason I stayed.”

Politely, she nods in response, knowing that she should say nothing but wishing she could explain everything. Obedience is one of the traits that she’s known for so trying to state her case would only hurt her chance of being paired well even more. She lets her head hang, showcasing her obedience further and hoping it’s enough to win over the person who will decide her fate.

They let out a noise of approval before drinking some of their water. She dares not to take her eyes off the floor in front of her, but she knows the folders on the desk are all of her potential candidates. Excitement and nervousness fill her but she focuses on staying composed.

Since she had recently graduated from college, her advisor finished up her folder and passed it along to the Prime Society’s head matchmaker. They would go through their list of alphas and alpha-led packs to determine where she would fit best. She has a lot of things working against her, so she worked hard for the past 5 years to do everything she could to boost her appeal.

“Well,” the matchmaker starts. They put down their water and Kimiko hears them readjust in their seat. “You are a most interesting case indeed. No quirk, no parents, and nowhere to live in just under a month is that correct?”

“Yes,” her grandmother responds for her. “I’m moving in with one of my daughters, but I’m confident that Kimiko will have a new home by then.”

“I see,” they respond. “Well, that being said, you still have quite the profile here—a degree in general studies with a variety of skills and knowledge. Looks like you took cooking classes, a financial literacy course learned three languages, and volunteered as a teacher’s aide at your local grade school. All of this plus you’re following the diet and exercise routine our doctors have set for you. You’ve shown tremendous discipline and it’s turned you into a perfect candidate for anyone in the Society’s Pack Program.”

Her heart soars at the praise. She looks up at the matchmaker, a smile sits on their face. Throughout her studies, she was often told that she was pushing back omega’s rights, her beliefs were too old-fashioned, or that everything she was doing was just a waste of time. This moment canceled out every negative comment and threw out every name she had been called out the window. What she did worked and it impressed the matchmaker.

The only person who took the time to understand why she did what she did was her good friend, Naomi. She was in one of the English classes Kimiko took and they bonded over learning a language to impress an alpha. There was an American hero who moved into her complex that she was dying to impress.

“So, I haven’t met many prime omegas or alphas. But it seems like having babies is really important for you all.”

Kimiko giggles at her comment. “I mean, you’re not wrong. As you know, primes possess the ability to easily overpower any of the other secondary genders. Many prime alphas used to be in high-ranking positions, using that ability to easily stay in power.”

Naomi nods as she follows along.

“ That was until quirks emerged into the world though. Large groups of alphas would rally together and use their quirks to take down primes and their families. Eventually, the power primes had was lost and their rarity increased exponentially. That led to The Society of the Prime Alphas and Omegas.”

“And they want babies?”

“Ha ha! I mean, yeah, essentially. The Society wanted to ensure the future generation was prosperous and well taken care of. Making sure the number of primes doesn’t dwindle to the low number it was previously, is The Society’s main priority.”

“Ok,” Naomi says, mulling over her answer. “But how do heroes fall into this, because I know they’re a big part of it.”

“The Society paired up with the Hero Commission and required that any Prime that was registered with the Commission had to either start a pack of their own or they would be assigned a mate to start a pack with. As you know, while the offspring of two Primes don’t guarantee the presentation of a Prime, the odds increase significantly. Since heroes are usually strong individuals, they want to make sure that they have offspring so the next generation of Primes is also strong.”

“Ooooh,” Naomi responds. “So I was right, babies are important to you guys.” 

They both laugh. “Yes, babies are important.”

The matchmaker’s smile seems to fall a little bit as they look over the table at all of the files between us.

“While you are an extremely capable candidate I must admit it was still hard to place you.”

The pride she was just feeling falters.

“Not for the reasons you would normally think though. See, most candidates rely on their quirk or their family’s name to push them into a good pack. Normally I can play around with corresponding quirks or determine family assets to place a candidate but you’re a bit more special than that.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“When I looked at your file I knew we had to place you with someone extraordinary, not just any alpha that was looking to add another omega to their pack. A hero seems like the most suitable fit for your talents. That’s where the problems started to arise. See, about 2 years ago we had a push for quite a few of our high-ranking heroes to accept omegas. The thought process was that if packs had babies all around a similar age, it would make it easier in the future to establish additional packs.”

She nods her head and takes in the information, but continues not to say anything.

“Well, since we had gone through quite a few heroes that I thought would have been a good fit for you, I started looking at your current options. I’ve pulled together some matches and we’ll have you both meet with them today.”

Her stomach drops. She should probably be more joyous at this moment, but now she’s concerned that they’re placing her too high. She’ll have to be on top of my game with whomever she’s paired with. 

“However, I do want you to be aware that some of them have already told me ahead of time that they do not want to take on an omega right now. They’re just meeting you out of respect for my position and sadly I cannot make them take on an omega.”

“Sad, really,” my grandmother jokes. Kimiko lets a small smile grace her face before returning her composure.

“Believe me, if I could I would. So many of these heroes are stuck on the idea of finding their mate on the field like a bunch of love-sick puppies.” The matchmaker groans and shakes their head. At one time, Kimiko had believed the same thing. She was destined to go through her life and just eventually run into her mate, but as she matured, she realized that dream wasn’t realistic. 

“Now then, I’m going to explain how this process is going to go. We’re going to be in one of the tea rooms today.”

Immediately her stress returns. Performing tea ceremonies all day was the last thing that she wanted to do. The matchmaker must see her tense because they let out a small chuckle.

“Because of the number of candidates we’re going through today, we don’t have time to do proper tea ceremonies. Though, something tells me that I would be very impressed with your skills.” 

Kimiko breathes a sigh of relief and smiles. 

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” Thankfully, the matchmaker doesn’t comment on her speaking out of place which she realizes she’s doing as she thanks them. Instead, they just give her a small smile and continue.

“We’re going to have you meet with eight different possible alphas today. Both myself and your grandmother will be there to help guide the conversation, but ultimately we’re looking to see if there’s a connection made. You’ll have 45 minutes to talk with the alpha and then 15 minutes to discuss your thoughts and eat, drink, or use the bathroom if you need it.”

She nods and waits for them to continue, but there’s a long pause so she takes it as a sign to speak.

“That sounds perfect. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” Kimiko can feel her grandmother beam at her response. Her caution to be overly cordial and traditional repeated in her mind. The matchmaker stands from their desk, which Kimiko and her grandmother mimic.  

“Shall we, then?” they prompt.  They follow them out of the room and into one of the tea rooms that face the garden. Kimiko looks out and smiles, enjoying the view of the various flowers blooming in the beautiful April air. This time of year is always her favorite, especially since all of the cherry blossoms are in bloom. 

She takes her seat at the tea table next to the window so she can glance out between alphas. Her grandmother sits to her right and the matchmaker is at the head of the table next to her. While they take a more comfortable position, Kimiko sits in the traditional seiza position to flaunt her posture and show a sense of elegance. Since her grandmother had her sitting this way constantly at home, it’s not as uncomfortable as it would normally be. 

The table is set for all of them and tea is starting to be poured by their hosts for the day. Seeing the opportunity to center herself, Kimiko takes deep breaths and tries to neutralize any negative waves flowing off of me. Before she knows it, a folder is placed in front of her grandmother with the first alpha on it. 

“Let’s begin.”

Six hours later

Mentally, she is exhausted from being at the top of her game all day. She tries her best not to show it, focusing on her breathing and the energy she’s putting out. She’s met with mostly heroes and one older alpha with quite a bit of influence. They’ve all been quite polite, but she can tell that they’re all not quite interested which has her a bit disheartened. She’s thankful that the last one was a big eater because she was able to get in a couple more snacks than they had been offering her throughout the day, but she’s still quite hungry.

The matchmaker is discussing something with one of the hosts before they start to reset the table for the next alpha. They clear their throat before addressing Kimiko.

“It would seem that our next match has decided to decline the invite last minute, so we will be moving forward with the last match of the day. They are working on retrieving them now.”

She’s a bit grateful, knowing it means she’ll be able to relax and eat soon, but the idea of being rejected still bothers her. She takes notice that the place settings are being changed from one to two as the folder is set in front of her.

As she’s done with the previous folders, she grabs it and opens it in front of her grandmother so she can also make a judgment. They’re greeted by two photos and a summary of the alphas below them.

Hizashi Yamada

Age: 29

Quirk: Voice

Occupation: Hero, English Teacher, and DJ

Interests: English and music

Aizawa Shouta

Age: 30

Quirk: Erasure

Occupation: Hero and Teacher

Interests: Cats

“Two alphas?” questions her grandma.

“I know two Prime Alphas for one pack is a bit unusual, but I think Ison would make the perfect addition to their pack,” states the matchmaker. “Their personalities complement each other very well. They’re both heroes as well as teachers at the U.A. Hero Academy and they’re both very strong and highly intelligent alphas that I think will make excellent mates for you.”

“Wow, they sound very reputable,” notes her grandmother.

Looking over the photos of the two alphas, Kimiko’s heart sinks. She knows both of these men and doubts either of them wants anything to do with me. Yamada seems very outgoing and is probably not going to like that she’s not. The other alpha was the one who helped with Kyo outside her apartment last week, Eraserhead. The tired expression he was wearing that night seems to be in every photo they have of him. Glancing over to her grandmother, she can tell she recognizes him too, but she doesn’t say anything. It sinks in that their relationship is most likely very private and Kimiko swallows hard. 

“Your impressive skill set also fits in with their busy schedules and heavy lifestyles. I think you’re more than capable of handling not just one, but the two very chaotic lifestyles as they have,” the matchmaker notes, taking her out of her thoughts.

“What an honor,” her grandmother says. Kimiko nods in response. The room is quiet which signals that they’re looking for her input so she quickly adds,

“They seem like very wonderful men. I would be very honored if they would have me.”

“There is one thing we should let you know about before you decide to move forward with this choice.” The matchmaker leans forward a bit and makes direct eye contact with Kimiko. She return their gaze without staring them down, but the hairs on the back of her neck start to stand up in concern.

“Due to their age, should you choose to join a pack with these alphas,” their gaze is still intense as they speak. “A pregnancy is expected within a year.”

Kimiko’s grandmother lets out a small, surprised gasp. She had been aware that something like this was possible, so the comment didn’t phase her. She responds with a nod.

“You’re ok with that?”

“Yes,” she responds, the words coming out of her mouth with no hesitation. “I am sure.”

“Well, ” the matchmaker says, clapping their hands together. This signals they’re ready for the alphas. “Let’s see what happens then.”

“Sounds good,” she says, trying to cover up the new wave of nervousness that washes over her. 

The doors open and the two men from the photos appear. While she’s been around plenty of Prime Alphas, something about these two seems to have Kimiko’s instincts going haywire. The pull in her chest I felt the night I met Eraserhead comes back. She takes a deep breath and tries not to make an indication that they don’t know each other unless he says something. It’s possible he doesn’t recognize her, especially since she doesn’t look the same as she did that night, so she’ll just wait to see if he brings it up.

“Hello, boys. This is Ison Kimiko and her grandmother, Ison Yuki.”  As the matchmaker introduces her, they respectfully bow, before taking a seat at the table across from me.

“I’m Yamada Hizashi,” the blonde man says, “so good to meet you. This is my husband, Aizawa Shouta.” The man to his right gives another short nod in recognition but doesn’t seem to have any interest in speaking at the moment. She hopes this isn’t a bad sign.

“Such charming gentlemen we have here,” her grandmother quips. Kimiko finds herself smiling at her comment. 

“Why don’t we have some tea before we get into the interview, hm?” This line has been used by the matchmaker with practically every interview today, yet feels oddly perfect this time around. Our hosts enter the room, pour some tea, and leave some small bites for everyone to eat. Meanwhile, her file is placed in front of the two alphas to look over. Deciding it’s best to take one last glance, she let her eyes rake over their file once more. Soon enough, tea is served and our hosts leave.

“Now then, Ison,” the matchmaker prompts her as they have been with the previous interviews. “Why don’t you tell these gentlemen a little about yourself.”

“Of course,” she says with a smile. “My name is Ison Kimiko. I’m 25 years old and I do not have a quirk. My parents passed away in middle school during a villain attack and I’ve been living with my grandmother ever since. 

After high school, I joined the Society’s Pack Program with a focus on becoming the most well-rounded omega for my future pack. I graduated with a degree in general studies earlier this year learning how to cook, clean, and take care of finances and I can speak three languages. 

This past year I volunteered at Masegaki Elementary School and feel confident being able to work with smaller children. In my free time, I enjoy reading and journaling but I also take time to do more physical activities like pilates and hiking if I can.”

Yamada seems to be interested in what she’s saying but it’s hard to gauge what Aizawa is feeling. He’s had a cold demeanor since he entered the room but she doesn’t believe it’s because of anything she’s said or done. 

“Miss Ison here is also extremely modest. She’s been the Pack Program’s role model for all new members with how much she’s excelled,” the matchmaker adds. Her heart soars at the praise, this wasn’t something that they’ve brought up any other time today. Kimiko gives an appreciative smile as they continue. “Of all of the matches we’ve seen today, I must say that this is the most interesting. Not just because of your relationship,” they say, gesturing toward the alphas. “But because you both share a common past.”

They all look to the matchmaker, puzzled. Is it possible that they know that Aizawa and Kimiko met last week? Her mind starts to race trying to put the pieces together. The matchmaker looks between their confused faces before explaining themselves further.

“They both lost a friend in the Tasomiya Ward attack your parents were in,” the room goes deathly quiet as they all process what was just said.

“Oh, how horrible,” Kimiko’s grandmother responds. Kimiko can feel a wave of sadness leaves her, so she tries to reign in her emotions.

Her grandmother pats her back in reassurance. She nods and focuses her breathing again, stopping any further waves.  The boys also seem to share in her sentiment, taking a moment to process. 

“While it may be a difficult subject to discuss now, I believe this may be something you can bond and grow from with one another.”

She gives a solemn nod and takes a chance, addressing the alphas, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Us too. Uh, about you,” Yamada responds a bit sheepishly. There’s more to be said, but now doesn’t seem to be the right time so she tries to move the conversation forward.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” She hopes the smile on her face lightens the mood a bit. “So, I have to know. What is it like teaching at U.A.?”

“It’s great, definitely keeps you on your toes!” Yamada seems to perk up, shooting her some finger guns that cause her to let out a small giggle. Something sparkles in his eye and he continues, “I used to teach the first-year students, but I was able to convince this guy to start teaching there and now he’s the first-year teacher. We’ve been there about three years now, this next class will be our fourth year teaching there.” Yamada gives Aizawa a playful shove and receives an eye roll in response.

“As of right now, I’m the English teacher,” Yamada proudly says. Kimiko perks up at this new bit of knowledge.

“Oh how funny, English was one of the languages I learned in school. I’m nowhere close to being a teacher but I did have lots of fun learning!” 

“ Far out ,” he responds in English, making her giggle again. 

“How is it teaching the first years?” She direct the question towards Aizawa. He seems to think about his answer before a familiar deep, throaty voice answers,

“It’s like trying to wrangle a bunch of circus monkeys.” Her laugh escapes her before I realize it’s left her mouth and she rushes to cover it.

“Sho!” Yamada scolds his partner.

“She asked.” Kimiko can’t help but smile.

“I can understand the sentiment. It often felt that way with some of the children I worked with as well.” Aizawa gives her a small smirk back and she takes that as a win. “You both have very interesting hobbies. Yamada, you’re a DJ, is that right?”

“Yeah, for my show Put Your Hands Up Radio !” he answers enthusiastically, seeming to put on his DJ act. The finger guns are back and he wiggles his eyebrows. “It's on Friday nights, you should tune in!” 

“Wait,” she pauses, putting the pieces together. “You’re Present Mic?” The smile he gives Kimiko in response could rival the Cheshire cat.

“The one and only! I take it you’re one of my little listeners?” It’s her grandmother who answers as she blushes.

“Oh goodness, is she ever. She stays up late to listen to you practically every Friday on the radio in her room. What’s the name of the program you’re always gushing about, dear?” Kimiko is sure her face is completely flushed.

“Loveline?” She offers, knowing that’s exactly what she’s talking about.

“Yes! That’s the one. She goes on and on all of the couples that call into that.” Kimiko wants nothing more than to melt into the floor, but Yamada seems to take pity on her.

“Well, it’s always good to meet a listener. Thank you for tuning in.” The wink he gives her does nothing to calm the redness that’s exploding across her face. She finds the courage to push past it though.

“No, thank you. I appreciate what you do, it’s helped me get through my studies.”

“Aw, gosh. I’m glad to hear that. Just promise me you’ll keep listening if this doesn’t work out.” His comment slightly stabs her in the heart but she again pushes past it.

“Of course, don’t think I could go without it,” she beams. Aizawa seems to be regarding her, so she tries again to get him to open up a little bit.

“Aizawa, you like cats, is that right?” Yamada gives him a knowing look.

“I do,” says the voice that is currently causing her stomach to do backflips. 

“Have you had any?” He reaches for his phone in his pocket and flips it around to show Kimiko his screen. An orange tabby all sprawled out on its back stares back at her.

“This is Sushi,” Aizawa comments with a small smile. “I got him from my friend when I was in high school.”

“Awwww,” she coos at the photo. “He’s so cute!” Aizawa gives a small chuckle at her reaction, causing a warmth to spread through her chest.

“Don’t tell him that. It’ll go to his head.” His genuine comment has her grinning like a doofus.

“Ok, I’ll try not to,” she giggles as he puts his phone away. It seems like she’s gotten Aizawa to open up a bit more which makes her heart soar.

“So, how did you two meet?” she asks, genuinely curious.

“Aizawa and I met our freshmen year at U.A. during the sports festival. He beat my butt during our duel and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Aizawa and I finished school, started working as pro-heroes, and officially became mates just a little after that. It’s been a little over 10 years.”

“Oh wow. 10 years, that’s amazing. Congratulations.” 

“Thank you!” Yamada says, beaming. “I know two alphas aren’t the norm, but we love each other and couldn’t see each other being in a different pack.”

“That’s very sweet,” Kimiko’s grandmother comments and Kimiko nods enthusiastically.

“I love that you both met at U.A. and now you teach there. There’s something really special about that, I love it.”

The matchmaker looks between all of them before jumping into the conversation.

“I hate to break things up here since you’re all getting along so well, but we are almost out of time and I want to make sure there weren’t any questions that needed to be answered before we all split up.”

Her stomach sinks a little, realizing that their time is almost up. This is the most connected she’s felt to any alpha today and she’s sad, thinking that this might be the end. 

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think it was going to work out at first. I was prepared to come in today and just automatically reject this whole thing,” Aizawa confesses. Yamada gives him a look as he does, clearly upset he brought it up. The happy-go-lucky persona he just had is completely gone. “But now that I’ve met you, I think I was wrong about that.”

A grin plasters itself on Kimiko’s face and she tries not to start tearing up, happy that they seem to like her.

“The only question that I have for you is if you’ve had any previous relationships.”

“Oh my god, Shouta! I didn’t think you’d say that. I’m so sorry!” Yamada scolds. She didn’t expect the question to be so directly asked, but she was ready to answer regardless. A cynical part of her mind wonders if he’s asking because he’s recognized her, but she chooses to ignore it.

“It’s quite alright. In terms of past relationships, I did have one boyfriend, but we were never intimate. He got physically violent with me when I wouldn’t give him what he wanted, so I left.”

“Oh, hun,” Yamada says, voice dripping with pity. Aizawa doesn’t seem to make any sort of reaction and she’s not sure how to take that.

“It’s ok, it was a long time ago. Before I started getting serious about the Pack Program. I think that’s probably what pushed me to make the decision. I wanted to find people with similar goals in mind.”

“I would have thought that would have deterred you,” Aizawa says in a questioning tone.

“You know, my advisor said the same thing. I think it’s more like,” she pauses again to fully think of how she wants to say things. Everyone stares at her as she thinks, so she quickly just tries to find her words and push forward.

 “I think it’s more like he just wanted me for sex, plain and simple. The Pack Program seems more personal, and more focused on a healthy pack. It just resonates with me more than just having sex for sex, seems like less drama too.” Her grandmother grunts in acknowledgment. The matchmaker takes the opportunity to take back control of the conversation.

“Were there any other questions?” They take the silence that follows as confirmation that the conversation has concluded. Kimiko’s stomach drops again, realizing this has come to an end.

“Alright, I’ll think I’ll just jump in then.” She gives them a confused look, this was not something they had done for any of the previous interviews. 

“First, I’d like to explain how my quirk works. Have you all heard the folk tale of the red string?”

“The one that connects us to the one we love?” Kimiko asks.

“Yes, quite. My quirk allows me to see this string as well as show it to others. It’s very helpful in situations such as this,” they give a slight chuckle to themselves. Kimo’s heart speeds up, hopeful for them to say what she thinks they will.

“I was a bit concerned when you two walked in because your string was quite prominent and thick,” the matchmaker says to the two men in front of her. All hopes of hers go out the window and her stomach sinks. There wasn’t a chance to begin with, but the matchmaker carries on.

“Which makes sense given the relationship you two have. I was tempted to almost call off the interview, but then something caught my eye. If you don’t mind,” they reach out their hands. Kimiko carefully reaches over the table and places her hand in theirs. Since Aizawa is closest, he does the same. Yamada hovers his hand out next to Aizawa’s. The matchmaker takes a deep breath and closes their eyes. Between the pinkies of the two alphas, a red string forms. They look at one another and Yamada smiles as they watch it appear.

Then, there’s a flash of light before a thinner, golden string forms between Aizawa’s pinkie and Kimiko’s pinkie. Her breath catches as it continues to extend from her pinkie to Yamada’s pinkie.

“Oh my. Does this mean-,” Kimiko’s grandmother trails off, looking at the matchmaker for answers.

“Yes. True mates.” Taken aback, Kimiko returns her hand to her lap, the men across from her follow and the strings disappear. “I’ve seen it only twice before but there’s no denying it. The three of you are meant to be together.” 

She swallows as she processes this. There are stories told about this to little girls, but nothing like this ever seemed possible.

“Now, from what I’ve been told and what I have seen myself, if the three of you decide to move forward with this relationship there may be some interesting events that may happen. I’m saying this, not to push you into a relationship, but just to be aware of what may happen.”

“Thank you,” Aizawa responds. He looks to Yamada who nods, seemingly answering some quiet question that had been asked.

“If you don’t mind, we’d like to take a moment to discuss with one another before we make a decision.”

“But of course, gentlemen. Let me show you to the door.” The matchmaker gets up and the three leave the room, leaving behind Kimiko and her grandmother. A deep sigh leaves Kimiko as her grandmother readjusts how she’s sitting so she’s more comfortable. 

“Think they like me?” Kimiko asks, trying to soothe her nerves.

“It’s hard to tell,” her grandmother says, her voice low. “We are not our true selves in these meetings. We put on a front, something I can see both of these men doing. They do appear to be good people and there’s no doubt they would be able to take care of you without any issue. I am concerned their relationship may be a deterrent, but what a surprise that you all ended up being true mates-”

“Right?” Kimiko breathes out, interrupting her. “What are the odds of that? That’s something you hear about in fairy tales!” She can feel her grandmother’s side eye before she sees it. She deflates quickly and reels herself in with a small sorry.

“If they do not decide to take you into their pack, you must make sure to do whatever the matchmaker says to break that bond between the three of you. It’s not fair to you to still have that bond if you’re in a different pack.”

“Yes, Grandma. I will,” she responds robotically.

“Let’s not worry about that now though, hm? I’m sure they’ll come back with good news.” She nods in response and looks back out into the garden. The sun has dipped further into the sky, adding warmth and shadows to the garden. A few minutes of silence later, a knock on the door snaps her out of her gaze and she makes sure her posture is as perfect as it can be. The matchmaker comes back into the room and sits back at the table. 

“They’ll probably be a couple more minutes. It seems that they have a bit to talk about.” Kimiko nods and worries her bottom lip before going back to look at the garden. Doubts flood her mind the longer they take. Her head replays their conversation, analyzing everything she said for things that may have upset or displeased them. For Kimiko, it feels like a lifetime has passed when the doors open again and the two alphas make their way back to the table.

“Welcome back, gentleman,” the matchmaker prompts. The two slightly bob their head in response as Kimiko’s stomach starts to tie itself into a million knots. Neither alpha makes a move to talk, so the matchmaker takes it upon themselves to start the conversation back up. 

“Did you both come to a decision?”

“Yes,” Aizawa answers. He looks over Kimiko before turning his attention to the matchmaker.

“We’d like to take Ison out to dinner before we make our decision if that’s alright.” The matchmaker’s head snaps to Aizawa and they start to stammer. 

“Well, that’s - I must say that’s not really the normal-,”

“There are some things that we would need to discuss with her one-on-one before any decision is finalized for anyone here,” Aizawa says firmly. She shifts a little, unsure of what to say or do before glancing over to her grandmother. 

Her grandmother takes a moment to regard Kimiko while the matchmaker still works on collecting themselves.

“I don’t see any problem with that, you boys seem capable enough to take care of her.” She starts to get up, using Kimiko’s shoulder as leverage. 

“Grandma, are you sure-,”

“Just let me know when you’re on your way back home, Kimi. I think I’m going to get some dinner myself.” Kimiko is stunned as her grandmother makes her way out of the room. Once she leaves, her attention goes back to everyone else in the room.

“I’m sorry, she can be a bit mischievous,” she offers. “Dinner does sound nice though, thank you.” She gives a polite bow before looking at the matchmaker. They seem a bit flustered, but they let out a huff, taking back control of the room.

“This is highly unusual, but I will let it slide. Please, just let me know tomorrow if a decision is made so we can take care of any follow-up paperwork or schedule more interviews if needed.”

“Of course,” Aizawa states plainly.

“Hope you’re hungry, Ison,” Yamada quips with a smile. She lets out a breath of air and nods quickly,

“Starved.” The smile on his face grows.

“Perfect, I know just the place to go,” he says with a wink. They all stand up and Kimiko takes a second to readjust her outfit. Yamada comes up beside her and offers his arm. Smiling at his gesture, she gladly loops her arms through his as he guides her out of the room.

“Don’t forget, tomorrow. First thing preferably,” the matchmaker says as they all exit the room.

“Will do,” Kimiko responds. “Thank you.” They give another huff and weary smile before letting us all leave. Aizawa follows behind the pair as they make their way out of the building. She looks around to see if she spots her grandma, but she seems to already be long gone.

“You’re going to love this place,” Yamada prompts. “It’s one of our favorites.” She watches as a blacked-out SUV pulls up in front of the building and someone jumps out to open the doors. A bit curious, she looks up to Yamada to see if he looks concerned at all, but his lack of reaction lets her know that this car is probably for them. Not wanting to seem rude, she tries carrying on the conversation.

“What do you like about it?”

“Well, the food is really good, but they also have seating in the back that’s super comfy.”

“And private,” Aizawa chimes in and Yamada clicks his tongue.

“Sho, you’re gonna scare her.” When his partner doesn’t respond he gives Kimiko’s arm a little squeeze. They walk up to the SUV and he guides her in before taking a seat next to her. Aizawa sits in the passenger seat and gives the name of the restaurant.

“To be honest, we did choose this place because it's private, but they also have good food,” Yamada says, seemingly to placate any negative thoughts she may be having.

“Like what? What do you normally get?”

Yamada starts talking about different dishes he likes as Kimiko looks between the two alphas in the car. Aizawa is a bit more quiet than she’d like, making her concerned about the nature of what they’d like to talk about. She tries not to make it noticeable that she’s concerned and listens in on what Yamada is recommending. He must catch on though, because after a few recommendations, he gives her a pity smile. 

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” His voice has dropped in tone and he sounds the most genuine he has all evening. Kimiko gives a small smile and lets out a breath.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s not you. You’re not scaring me, I promise. It's just that I’m not sure what to say or do.” 

He reaches over and squeezes her arm before looking directly at her.

“Just be yourself,” he says in that quieter, genuine voice. A feeling of warmth and safety blooms in her chest. Seeing himself be more genuine and less of the personality that she hears on the radio has her relaxing and letting her walls down more.

“Okay,” she tries making her response as authentic as his was and from the warm smile on his face, it seems that he appreciates it. 

“The chicken you mentioned does sound delicious. I haven’t had much besides those small tea snacks all day.”

“That sounds awful,” Yamada comments, taking his hand off her arm. “We’ll make sure you eat good, ok?”

“Okay,” she says, smiling. She takes his concern for her as a good thing. Aizawa looks over his shoulder to regard them but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he points out the restaurant to the driver and the car pulls over.

Yamada gets out first and reaches a hand out to help Kimiko out of the vehicle. Her legs are still a little sore from sitting all day, so they wobble and she ends up crashing into him as they get out. He takes the opportunity to chuckle and catch her.

“Falling for me already?”

“I guess so,” she laughs back 

Closing the door behind her, she grabs ahold of his arm like she did before. His warm smile sits casually on his face as Aizawa walks ahead of them, opening the door to the nicest restaurant she’s ever seen.

Inside, mood lighting and posh furniture greet the trio. A grand crystal chandelier hangs in the middle of the room, glittering and reflecting the soft lighting throughout the room. Kimiko’s eyes wander around in awe, captivated by the sights. The men check-in, explaining that they called in earlier, but had one more guest than expected. The hostess tells them it’s not an issue before guiding them down a hallway to the left labeled VIP. They walk down a row of small rooms before being guided to an open room. Inside is a U-shaped booth and table with more mood lighting and some small candles.

“Feel free to get comfortable, your server will be with you shortly.” 

“Thank you,” Yamada comments before sitting down and scooching into the booth. He pats the spot next to him and Kimiko quickly sits beside him. Aizawa takes a seat on the opposite side of them and Kimiko’s nerves return. 

“Thank you for inviting me here, this place is very nice,” she comments.

“Our pleasure, we hope you like it,” Yamada replies.

“We did bring you here to discuss some more serious topics, though.”

“Oh, Sho. Let’s at least get some food and drinks before you start killing the mood,” Yamada huffs in response.

“I’m just trying to set expectations.”

“It’s alright, really,” Kimiko says to Yamada. She mimics squeezing his arm like he did to her earlier, earning a grin from the alpha. “I think I’m more nervous that I don’t know what we’re going to talk about.”

“Ok, that’s fair,” Yamada agrees. "We wanted to go over our relationship a bit as well as ask some questions we knew would be difficult to answer in front of your grandmother."

"Oh, well thank you. I appreciate that." A wave of surprise emits from Kimiko.

"Plus, it's hard to gauge what a person is really like in a meeting like that. We'd like to see who you truly are, Ison Kimiko." The intimidating stare he directs at her makes her swallow hard.

A knock at the door eases the tension and a waiter slides the door open. They introduce themselves and get the drink orders as well as a small appetizer that Yamada wanted before leaving the three of them alone again. 

"So, did you want to get into it?" Aizawa prompts. Kimiko looks between the two of them before nodding and taking in a deep breath. The two appear to have a silent conversation before also nodding. 

"I can go first,” says Yamada. 

Kimiko shifts to face him better before giving him her full attention. 

“Is it true that the two of you have met before?” Yamada asks in a slightly playful tone.

Ice shoots through her veins as his words sink in. Aizawa had recognized her. Rather than try to deflect or cover anything up, she decides to be honest.

"It's true. I was coming home from a bar and ended up running into my ex-boyfriend who gave me some trouble. Aizawa swooped in and saved me. Thank you again for that, by the way," she directs the last part to the man in front of her, who shrugs in response. "I'm surprised you recognized me, I looked a lot different than I do now." 

Aizawa stares at her for a few seconds, making her feel incredibly small. 

"It's your eyes," he states matter-of-factly.

"Oh," is all she can think to say in response. A twinge of pain hits her chest as she recognizes those words as Kyo’s. She had not expected that response at all.

“So why were you dressed like that?” Aizawa prompts, crossing his arms. 

“I was escorting a group of my omega friends to the bar, so I was trying to pass off as an alpha. It’s something I’ve done a couple of times, but it was the last time I’ll ever do it again.” He seems to take a second to ponder over the answer, giving a small, single nod.

“When did this start?” His voice is even toned, but it’s obvious there’s more to his questions than he’s letting on. Still, she decides it’s best to answer honestly.

“For one of their birthdays. They needed a bodyguard and couldn’t find one for cheap last minute so we all threw things together and I ended up being the alpha for the night,” she explains, biting her lip. “I’m the only prime omega in the group, so it made more sense for it to be me.” The last part comes out quieter and shakier than she would have liked but she tries to ignore it. Again, Aizawa pauses before asking his next question.

“Besides your ex-boyfriend, were there any other alphas you had problems with?”

“That night we had an alpha follow us and try to cause some issues, but that was the first time it had happened. Normally, I can put on a certain demeanor and alphas will back down. He wasn’t going for it though.”

She takes another second to think before shaking her head.

“That’s it though. My ex was the one to actually get that guy out of our faces, so that’s how we ran into each other.”

Aizawa gives another nod in response, seeming to soak in her answer.

"Speaking of your ex, is he still bothering you?" Yamada asks with a bit of concern. 

"No," she answers quickly. "No, I haven't heard from him since that night. I figured he was either in jail or just wanted nothing to do with me."

Yamada puts his hand over hers and gives it a reassuring rub.

"Ok, well please let us know if that changes."

"I will, thank you,” she says with a small nod. The fact he seems to already be protective about her has her instincts going crazy. She tries not to make it obvious tough.

"That was the same guy you were talking about earlier, right?" His voice has become more soft and gentle.

"Yes." Again, she finds her voice to be smaller and shakier than she’d like. 

That’s when it hits her. Yamada’s been using his alpha control on her. He seems to notice the recognition in her eyes and releases his control. 

His control was unlike any other alpha she had felt before. Normally it’s startling and demeaning being controlled by an alpha. A person’s movements and words feel like they’re being forced out of them. However, his alpha felt more soothing and Kimiko felt more inclined to answer things honestly.

“Sorry, just had to make sure you’d be honest,” he says apologetically. 

“No, it’s quite alright. I understand, really. What I was doing was really out of place and weird, it’s fair to ask questions.” Her head hangs a little in response.

“We just wanted to make sure that you were safe and there wasn’t a chance you had made enemies doing this. Safety is a priority in our pack.”

“Of course,” she says quickly. Her instincts catch into the insinuation that he considers her part of the pack already and she can’t help but smile.

The waiter comes back with a knock before dropping off their drinks and the appetizer as well as taking the entree order. Kimiko decides to go with a dish Yamada recommended earlier in the car and he seems to light up. Once the waiter leaves, Aizawa focuses his attention back on Kimiko.

“Now then, was there anything you’d like to discuss before we move on?”

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” comments Yamada.

“Yes,” she answers. “But they’re mostly about how I would fit into this dynamic.”

“Understandable,” he says back before motioning for Aizawa to talk. 

“I should probably give a little back story,” he starts before leaning back in the seat a bit. “As we mentioned earlier, the two of us are married and have been for some time. We honestly had no plans to take in an omega, but the Hero Association was very adamant about us producing pups. The choice given to us was to either add an omega to our pack or allow a surrogate to carry a child for us. The catch with the surrogate is that they would be under the Association’s care and we would not be able to have contact with them.”

“And that just didn’t sit right with us,” Yamada adds.

“So, we decided that we would try going the other route of looking to add an omega to our pack. We had met up with a couple of omegas before you, but none of them seemed quite as…,” he trails off, seeming to look for the right word.

“Genuine. Let’s just say that,” Yamada chimes in.

“Yeah,” Aizawa agrees with his partner. “It was more apparent that they were just doing it for status than actually wanting to be a part of our pack. And so, that’s why we had planned to decline the invitation this time.”

“We just didn’t want to sit through another uncomfortable meeting.” “I don’t blame you,” Kimiko says warmly. She tries letting out some soothing waves, hoping to placate any negative feelings that may have been brought up by talking about this.

“Heck, this was only my first meeting and it was rough. I could only imagine what it would be like to do it multiple times.”

Aizawa gives her a small smile before looking at his husband, smile faltering a little.

“Yeah, it wasn’t fun. It’s honestly very tough for me to be vulnerable to new people, which is kind of expected at these meetings.”

She nods in agreement.

“Regardless, we came today, expecting another experience like before, and prepped ourselves for another let-down.”

“But then, the whole string thing happened,” Yamada says, voice a bit more solemn than it has been all evening. Kimiko looks to see his expression. His eyes seem far away as they stare endlessly at the table and his mouth is scrunched up a bit.

“When Hizashi and I stepped out to talk things over, we were both very shocked about what had just happened. It felt good to know that we do belong together.”

“Despite what some people might think,” Yamada mutters quietly.

“However, we were a bit scared that it seemed we found an omega. We both agreed that we liked you and the energy you would bring to the pack. I was a bit nervous, considering how I had first met you.”

“But I told him we couldn’t just let you walk away. Not without getting to know you first and finding out if joining our pack was something that you wanted.”

Kimiko looks between the two of them as they talk, absorbing what they say and ultimately feeling flattered that they were willing to give her a chance after having previous bad experiences.

“We’re going to be new to this, it’s uncharted territory for all of us. But, I think as long as we’re open and communicate with one another, it should make things easier,” Aizawa says with a firm nod. She grins at his response.

“I think so too. I’ll focus on being as open and honest as possible if that’s what it takes to make this work. I really appreciate you both giving me a chance.” Her eyes slightly water, so she tries to hide it by sipping her drink.

“I think there are going to need to be some rules made to help this succeed and keep us all safe, but I do think we can make this happen.” Yamada places his arm around her and squeezes her right shoulder. Kimiko's instincts go haywire and she practically feels her brain short circuit in response. She smiles up wide at Yamada in response. 

The waiter returns with the main dishes which all look so stunning and posh. Kimiko stares at her dish in awe, hesitating to disturb its beauty.

“Everything ok?” Yamada asks her, eyes scanning her dish to see what might be wrong.

“Oh, yes,” she says apologetically. “It just looks so pretty, I don’t want to ruin it,” she gives a small laugh as he breathes a sigh of relief. 

“I can understand that,” he says with a smile, eyes locked on her face. 

She blushes before giving in and sticking her fork into the meal somewhat dramatically. He chuckles and they all take a few minutes to enjoy their food. Questions still linger in her mind, so she gathers up the courage to break the silence.

“So, while I know that you’d both be taking me in as your omega. Would I be spending my heats with both of you as well? Or did one of you not want to?” Realizing how blunt her question came out, she blushes. The two stop eating, exchanging looks between themselves.

“Sorry, that was maybe too open, huh?” she asks with a nervous giggle. “I’m just still a little confused at how the dynamic between all of us would work.” As she starts nervous babbling, Aizawa sets down his utensils and wipes his mouth. He lets her stop talking before addressing her question.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t quite make this clear, but you would be the omega to both of us. Meaning we all share one another, heats and ruts included. We’re looking for an omega to take on both of our children and manage our pack when we’re away. That’s something you feel ok taking on, correct?”

“Yes,” she says a bit relieved. “I was hoping that’s what you were going to say, I just wanted to make sure I understood.”

“Did you have any other questions?” He asks, picking up his silverware and continuing his meal.

“Just one right now. Will I have a room of my own or will I be sharing with you?”

“Would you like to have your own room?” he asks curiously. 

“Maybe to put my things in, but I mostly just don’t want to impose.”

“What do you mean?” Yamada asks, picking up the conversation.

“Well, like I’m not sure if you want me to share your bed or have my items out around the house with yours or if you’d like me to have a room.” The two men shared a concerned look between themselves.

“Sorry, I know that might be a weird question, but you two are already established and I don’t want to -”

“Let me stop you there,” Yamada interrupts. “We may already have our things situated, but you’d be a part of our pack. Like Aizawa just said, you’d be our omega. Our house would be your house, our things would be your things. If you feel like you need a space that you can have to yourself, you’re more than welcome to have that space but don’t think that you’d ever not be welcome in our space.”

Kimiko is stunned by his words. She merely nods in response, a little choked up by his sentiment. 

“I have an idea. Why don’t you come back to our place after this and see things so you decide whether or not you need a room of your own if you were to join us,” proposes Aizawa.

“Ok,” she says, nearly bouncing with excitement. With that question being answered, they all go back to eating.

Once they’re all almost done with their meals, Aizawa starts the conversation back up again.

“Ison,” he says, grabbing her attention. “Since you brought up heats, do you mind if I ask you some questions regarding yours?”

“Shouta, oh my god!” Yamada scolds, causing her to giggle.

“Yes, that’s quite alright,” she says, placing a placating hand on Yamada’s arm and letting out some soothing waves. “I’ve been asked a couple of times today about my heats so I’m not bothered by it.” 

“You were being asked about your heats?” Yamada asks, clearly very shocked. She giggles again at his reaction.

“Yeah. Since it had on my file that I had difficult heats, I had quite a few questions about that.”

“I must have missed that,” he responds. “Still, I think those would be questions better asked in private than in front of your grandmother for heaven's sake! That’s why we asked you out here so you didn’t have to be embarrassed about answering. The nerve of some alphas,” he shakes his head at his last statement.

She smiles wide, thrilled knowing that they took her feelings into consideration about answering questions in front of her grandmother. 

“Thank you for that,” she says gratefully. “That little note did make for some awkward moments, but I’m more than happy to discuss my heats with you both.”

“I appreciate that,” comments Aizawa. She smiles back and takes another sip of her drink.

“Do you mind explaining why it said your heats were difficult?” he prompts her.

“Of course. It’s more of a medical opinion than anything.” Her response gain two confused looks, which was the typical response she gotten today.

“During my heats, I tend to drop very easily. While most omegas can regulate going in and out of their drops depending on how comfortable they are and things like that, I for whatever reason don’t have that capability.

This causes issues because I’ll drop really hard and not be able to get myself to find release properly. So, I tend to get heat colds afterwards because my body’s temperature had been so high for so long that it makes me sick.

The Society doctors were able to put me on a hormone regulator that lessened the amount of heats I had a year, but this last year they had me detox from all of that so I would be ready for a pack as soon as I found one. This led me to have to spend my last couple of heats in the Society hospital so they could keep me safely away from any unwanted alphas and make sure I didn’t get too sick.”

“Oh, that must have been rough,” Yamada says sympathetically.

“Yeah, it wasn’t really the best since the hospital always smelt so sterile and it wasn’t easy to make a comfortable nest, but I was able to get through them because of this one sex shop that I found.”

“Oh?” Yamada prompts with a smirk.

“Yeah, it’s near the mall I go to. It’s run by Midnight, the pro-hero. Do you guys know her?” The two alphas smile at one another and Yamada chuckles.

“Yes, we know her,” he says. “What do you like about her shop?”

“Oh, well first off she’s super sweet.”

“You’ve met her before?” he asks with a smile.

“Yeah, why? Is that a problem?” she asks, worried that they might not like her.

“No, not at all,” Yamada says. “Go on, what else do you like.”

“Well, she helped me figure out what kinks I had and then helped me to find toys I liked from that. It helped to shorten the length of my heats since I was taking care of it by myself. She’s been a lifesaver and she’s always so nice when I go in. 

I thought she wouldn’t remember me the second time I went in but she did and introduced me to her other workers and they’ve been so nice too. It’s just been good to find a place I can feel comfortable in and get things that are actually helpful.”

“Yeah, that’s Midnight,” Aizawa states. “She’s always there for those that need it. Even if her ways can be a bit unorthodox at times.”

“So, I take it, you know her then?” she asks, looking between the two.

“We do,” Yamada says with a bit of a chuckle. “We work with her and our agencies are in the same building.” 

“What? That’s so funny!”

“I’m starting to think I understand this string thing a little more,” Aizawa comments. Kimiko’s heart flutters. “We’ve all been somewhat connected to one another for a while now, just didn’t realize it.” 

She smiles, looking between the two.

“Yeah, really.” There’s a moment of silence as they all seem to take that fact in.

“Sorry to take away from how sentimental that got, but do you mind if I ask you more questions about your heat?” 

“Not at all,” Kimiko says with a smile. 

The waiter comes back in to check on us and she giggles.

“In a moment,” she says to Aizawa.

“Of course,” he says with a wink. Her insides melt and she misses the waiter asking her a question.

“Ison?” Yamada prompts. “Did you want dessert?”

“Oh, no. Sorry, no I’m good, that you very much,” she startles. No one else orders so the waiter announces they’ll clean up the plates and be back with the check in a little bit. After they leave, she addresses Aizawa with a giggle,

“You can ask now.”

“Thank you,” he says. “Sorry to have distracted you.” He winks again and she blushes.

“Is there anything that you need that we can provide you with for your heats?"

"Um, I don't think so," she answers while trying to think of anything. "Midnight helped me find toys and things to help me get through heats on my own but I think with two partners I should be more than okay." 

"What kind of toys helped the most?"

"Well, the toy that helped the most was one of her larger knot toys. Since I'm more coherent after being knotted, she suggested a large knot to prolong the time it would take for me to disconnect from it and she ended up being right. That paired with these audios that talk me through my heats made things go a lot smoother.”

“Audios?” Aizawa asks.

“Uh, yeah. They’re audios made for omega drops. They talk you through orgasms and tell you you’re doing a good job, stuff like that.” She nervously rubs her arm, worried that they’re going to think she’s weird for liking these things. “But, that’s pretty much it.”

“Thank you for telling us,” Yamada says, reaching his hand out to her shoulder. She smiles at him as he rubs his thumb back and forth. “I’m sure we’re going to be more than able to help you through your heats when they come.”

“Thank you,” she responds, her voice somewhat small.

“When is your next one expected?” Aizawa asks.

“About two months from now. My last one was a month ago, right before finals which was the worst. I’m pretty regular now though so every three months like usual.”

“Yikes, before finals?” asks Yamada.

“Yeah,” she says with a small laugh. “It was not very fun. I was trying to study in between waves, but it’s kind of hard to focus. Luckily it ended a couple of days before my first final so I had some time to prepare, but it was still stressful.”

“Dang, you poor thing. That must have been so rough. Don’t worry, your next one will be far less stressful,” he winks at her, and her stomach backflips. 

“Um, is there anything helpful I can do during your ruts?” she asks, trying to direct a question towards them. The two alphas take a moment to think, which leads her to another question.

“I mean, how are you taking care of them now?”

“Oh, we usually help each other through them,” Yamada explains nonchalantly. “So I can’t think of any specifics right now. Once we know our dynamics a little bit better I think that’ll probably change. For example, during Sho’s ruts, I tend to take on a more submissive role, even if it triggers my rut in response. With you added to the mix, that may switch things up a little, we’ll just have to see.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I was curious how that worked with the two of you. To be honest, I haven’t heard how things work out in alpha/alpha relationships so this is all really new to me.”

“That’s understandable,” Yamada says. “It’s not a very common relationship structure. Honestly, it was a bit rocky at first.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Sho’ here may not look it, but he’s actually a big softie.” Kimiko looks at Aizawa who gives Yamada a dirty look, making her giggle. “It caused him to be overly protective of me in the beginning, which caused some scuffles, but we got through it. I didn’t want to be babied or seen as lesser than by another alpha, but once we talked things through, we realized that it all came from a place of love and we were able to work through it.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Since you’re both alphas you both have that desire to protect and not be protected, so if you both feel that way it clashes, right?”

“Pretty much,” Yamada says with a smile.

“That’s really cool that you guys were able to get through that though. Probably why you guys seem to have such a strong bond.”

“Yeah,” Yamada says in a sweet tone, looking at Aizawa. Kimiko takes a moment to enjoy seeing this sweeter, more tender side of their relationship.

Another question enters Kimiko’s mind that has her feeling a bit nervous.

“Have either of you ever been with an omega before?”

“I have,” Yamada says, slightly raising his hand. “I had a short fling with an omega girl in high school, but soon realized she wasn’t a good fit. Shouta has not though.”

The man in question doesn’t make eye contact with the omega. An embarrassed blush spreads across his face.

“It’s been a long time since then though so I’ll probably be rusty,” Yamada says with a small chuckle, playfully elbowing Kimiko. 

“Well then, that’s perfect.”

“Hm?” he prompts me, quirking his brow.

“Well, it’ll be like it’s all of our first time. Not just mine,” she explains. Her shy counterpart gives a small smile at her words.

“I like that,” Yamada says with another soft squeeze to her arm. A moment of comfortable silence passes between them as the two men seemingly have another silent conversation. Aizawa smiles and nods to Hizashi, who in return locks eyes with Kimiko.

“Well, Kimi. I guess it’s time that we should officially ask you.”

The world gets so loud yet so quiet at the same time as she waits to hear the words she’s been wanting to hear since their meeting.

“Would you like to be a part of our pack?”

Excitement fills her from head to toe and she can’t help from frantically nodding. Her words come slightly delayed but she fumbles out,

“Y-yes. Please. I’d like that very much.” The men respond with soft chuckles.

“Welcome to the pack,” Aizawa warmly.  

Happiness and pride burst from the omega. All the time she had spent working towards her goal was worth it. She’s achieved her goal - she is now part of a pack. She can’t help but wish that her parents were still alive so she could share this with them. They had wanted nothing but the best for her and she knows they would be beyond thrilled with this outcome.

 The waiter comes back in with the check and Aizawa hands him the money right away. The waiter thanks them for coming in and Yamada prompts the newly formed pack to leave. Kimiko follows them both out of the restaurant and they end up back out front, the black SUV waiting for them. 

“Thank you again for dinner,” Kimiko says to Yamada as he sits next to her.

“It was our pleasure,” he responds with a smile. “Did you still want to check out our place?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Aizawa says from the front seat and asks the driver to take them back to their place.

Waves of happiness pour from Kimiko and the pair seem to soak in the waves. Within about 10 minutes, they pull up to a tall, modern-looking skyscraper that’s behind a large, concrete fence. The gated entrance looks both luxurious and secure. The building looked like something that would be seen in magazines or influencer’s social media. Yamada watches Kimiko admiring the building before her before leaning over and saying,

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Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega *CHAPTER 4 - New Experiences

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SUMMARY: Kimi gets marked and spends the evening with her two new alphas. *incoming spicy scene*

*CHAPTER 4 - New Experiences

“Well, little omega. If you’re ready, we can get started with the events for this evening.”

Kimiko takes a second to think before making eye contact with Shouta and nodding. 

“You gotta use your words, little omega,” he prompts. She smiles at the familiar phrase and responds eagerly.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Okay then,” he smiles. 

“Hizashi and I were talking about how best to do this and I think the best thing would be to do both marks at the same time. I’ll be behind you, marking your right side and he’ll mark from the front on his right side. Make sense?”

She takes a moment to think about the placement, envisioning how it’ll look. Shouta patiently watches as she nods in response. When he doesn’t seem to react to her movement, she realizes her mistake and quickly responds. 

“Yes, that makes sense.”

He smiles, happy she’s catching on to his request.

“Okay. We should probably line up the bites and make sure everything looks good before actually going for it. Are you going to be ok if we take our time doing this?” His voice comes out a bit huskier, warming Kimiko’s core.

“That’s completely fine, take your time,” she says, trying not to make it apparent that his words are affecting her.

“Also, before we begin, I have a confession to make,” Shouta says, voice still low.

Kimiko’s head slightly cocks to the side and she waits for him to continue. A hint of nervous waves hit her as she realizes his shoulders are tense. 

“I know that we’re probably going to get very close tonight and I just wanted to come clean about something. I know I told you that I’ve never been with an omega before, but you’re also the first woman I’ll have been with -” he trails off.

“Oh,” a relieved sigh leaves her.

“That’s ok. This is all a first for me too, remember?” She grabs one of his hands and looks into his eyes. 

“Like you said earlier, as long as we communicate what we want or need we should be good, right?”

His eyes soften as she watches the tension leave his shoulders. The smile on his face melts her heart.

“You’re right. Thank you, Kimi,” the nickname causes her heart to flutter. She’s been called it plenty of times before by her friends and family, but something about the way he says it makes it feel extra special. Hizashi shuffles behind her and she feels his hands wrap around her waist. 

“Mm, Kimi. I like that nickname, it’s really cute. Can I call you that too?” Kimi giggles as she gives his arms a quick squeeze.

“Of course. You can call me anything.”

“Careful what you wish for, hon. Wasn’t kidding when I said Sho’s got a mouth on him. It's quite rare to see him so soft like this. He’s normally quite scary,” he teases. Shouta gives his partner an unpleased look and rolls his eyes. Hizashi laughs in Kimi’s ear at the reaction, sending chills down her spine. 

“I’m probably going to pay for that later,” he whispers playfully.

“Mmhmm,” Aizawa retorts. 

His eyes seem more predatory now, seeming to size up Hizashi. Kimi gets nervous, thinking they may start to challenge one another. Just as quickly as the thought comes to her, it leaves when Shouta’s eyes start scanning Kimi’s face before landing on her neck. She can tell right away when he notices the little bit of lacey undergarment peeking up from the back of the shirt. His head slightly cocks to the side as a small smirk graces his face.

“You might not be the only one testing the waters tonight, ‘Zash.”

Kimi slightly bites her lip as she feels Hizashi look towards her neck. He looks to Shouta who merely raises an eyebrow. She knew the secret was out the minute Shouta placed the smirk on his face.

“Do you have something you’d like to share, omega?”

“Um, yes,” she says sheepishly. “I, um. I got something special to wear for tonight. For the mating bites-,” she trails off. Her hands go to the bottom of her shirt, but Hizashi places his hands on hers, making her startle.

“Sorry, but, do you mind if I do the honors?” He gives Kimi a genuine smile, but she can also see a glimpse of hunger in his eyes. His gaze burns her to the core, she bites her lip again and nods. She takes a moment to be thankful he doesn’t correct her for not speaking up but figures it’s because he’s excited.

Her fingers move up to make it easier for him and he pulls the shirt upwards, exposing the top of her lingerie set. Bumps rise on her skin as it prickles from the cold, but the stares of the two alphas are enough to get her to start warming up.

“Fuck,” Shouta deeply groans. “That’s quite the surprise. Did you pick this out just to rile us up?”

She blushes and nods. 

“Midnight picked it out, but I thought you’d like it.” 

“ I certainly do,” Hizashi says as he moves in front of her to get a better view.

“You look very pretty, Kimi,” Shouta says. Shyly, she looks away,

“Thank you.”

Hizashi moves back behind Kimi and lightly rubs up and down her arms. As his hands move from her arms to above her chest, he leans into her ear.

“May I?” he asks.

“Please,” she whispers, wanting nothing more than to give in to her desires.

Hizashi grabs handfuls of her breasts in response, causing her to moan out before he starts kissing her neck.

“You are so stunning,” he quips. He deepens the kiss on her neck and the feeling goes straight to her core. A small gasp escapes her and she pushes into the kiss.

“That feels good,” Kimi breathes out.

“Yeah, honey? I’m glad.” He continues to kiss her neck, then makes his way up to her chin and eventually her lips. After a couple of kisses, he brushes his tongue against her bottom lip. She opens her mouth more and turns her body to make the kiss easier. Their tongues meet with one another and start to dance around each other’s mouths. Eventually, Kimi breaks off for some air and turns her head to find Shouta staring at them with a smile on his face. 

A surge of confidence floods her. She wraps a hand around his neck and brings him to her lips. He cups her cheek in response and they share another breathtaking kiss. As they pull away, she realizes that she’s the only one who’s down a shirt.

“Um, do you mind if I ask you guys to take off your shirts as well? I just feel a bit exposed right now,” she asks, looking between the two men.

“Not a problem at all, love,” Hizashi says with a playful tone. 

He slowly pulls up his shirt, exposing his chest before fully taking it off. Kimi watches intently from over her shoulder, taking in all of his features.

Hizashi is lean but his chest is well-toned, which has Kimi practically purring at the sight. Her eyes wander over his chest and abs before dipping down to his waist. His pants hang low, showing off a trail of hair leading to his crotch and a lightly defined v-line. Her heart rate quickens as the urge to touch him increases. He gives her a playful chuckle,

“Like what you see, honey?”

“Yes, I do,” she responds. He grabs her hand, spinning her around to face him, and placing her hand on his chest. She looks up to him for permission to continue.

“Go ahead,” he says with a wink. Smiling, she lets her hands trace over his chest and down his abs. She enjoys how firm it feels, yet there’s just enough give to make it perfect for hugging and cuddling. 

Waves of citrusy scent pour from Hizashi as he enjoys being admired by his omega. Keeping her hands on his chest, Kimi places her head on his neck and properly scents him. He does the same causing waves of safety and happiness to wash over her. They pull back and grin at one another before exchanging another quick kiss. 

“Why don’t you turn around and watch Sho’ now?” Hizashi prompts. “He’s so fuckin’ hot, just wait.”

Excitedly, she does what she’s told and spins around eagerly in Hizashi’s lap. Shouta regards both of them with an eye roll before pulling his shirt off and tossing it next to Hizashi’s unceremoniously.

“You weren’t kidding,” Kimi says to Hizashi over her shoulder. The man in front of her looks like he was sculpted by an artist. His chest and abs are chiseled and well-defined. It almost looks unreal to Kimi, even with the scars that scatter throughout his chest. 

“Told you so,” Hizashi jests as he playfully pushes her up towards Shouta. Bashfully, she looks at him and hovers her hands over his pecs.

“May I?” She mimics Hizashi’s earlier question. Shouta smiles and gives her a small laugh.

“Yes, you may.” 

She closes the connection between her hands and his chest. Her fingers are met with firm muscles that radiate strength and power. Slowly, her hands run up and down his chest, savoring the feeling of his solid muscles. 

Her head falls to Shouta’s neck to also properly scent him. The teakwood aroma he radiates washes over her as he takes his turn scenting the omega. Pure alpha surrounds her, making her feel even more secure and protected. She places her legs on either side of his, straddling him as her hands continue mapping out his muscles. 

“Now, now, omega. Don’t forget that we have something we need to take care of before we get too ahead of ourselves.”

“Sorry,” she says quickly before pulling away. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s quite alright,” his voice gains a slight rasp that has Kimi flushing. 

“Why don’t we take care of marking you and then we can finish what we started, hm?”

“I’d like that very much,” she breathes out. 

“Alright then, let’s get all lined up.” 

The two alphas get comfortable on the couch and begin to align themselves on either side of Kimi’s neck. After a few giggles and adjustments, both alphas are lined up and practically panting on her neck.

 She feels herself practically dripping over the fact that she has two alphas on her. Hizashi’s citrusy scent and Shouta’s teakwood aroma have her head starting to feel fuzzy.

“Ok, I think we’re all good to go, you ready?” 

She practically plummets out of the clouds her head was in and locks up when she realizes what’s about to happen. Concerns of whether the mark will hurt and if she’s ready for this start to fill her head.

“Kimi?” Yamada’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. He’s still hovering over her neck, not wanting to lose his place, but waves of concern pour from him.

“Sorry,” she squeaks out. 

“I’m ready.” She feels a hand on her thigh but fights looking down to see who it is so they don’t lose their spot. 

“You’re still tense, little omega. We’re going to need you to relax to prevent accidentally hurting you,” Aizawa gently tells her.

“Ok, sorry,” she responds tightly, trying to focus on her breathing. The hand on her thigh begins to lightly stroke up and down while another hand starts rubbing her back. 

“Why don’t you count down from 10 for me?” Yamada says as a command.  

“Ok,” she says through a breath and then starts counting down. Like his previous command, she simply feels inclined to go along with what he’s asking. Nothing feels forced and she feels more at peace by following what he’s asking of her.

“... three… two… one.”

 Both alphas clamp down on Kimi’s neck, marking her. There’s a huge pull in her chest and a wave of euphoria crashes over her. 

Kimi’s vision goes white and her head becomes completely foggy. A sense of peace courses through her veins as muffled voices fight to gain her attention. Recognizing she’s deep in omega space, she tries to bring herself back. She lets out a shaky breath and feels the fogginess slowly start to dissipate. As she becomes more aware of her surroundings, the voices start to become more clear and she recognizes them as her alphas. 

“Kimi? Kimiko!” Her eyes burst open with a sharp breath as she realizes her two alphas are staring at her. 

“I’m sorry,” she says, slightly out of breath. “That was just a lot.” 

“Are you ok?” Hizashi immediately responds. Distress is written all over his face as waves of concern pour from him. She nods and tries to breathe, her neck still stinging from the bites. 

“I’m ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I think I just went really far down really quick.”

Hizashi lets out a breath but Shouta still looks her over. 

“Don’t be sorry, honey,” Hizashi responds, relief starting to replace his concerned waves. 

“Ok, sorry.” 

He quirks his brow at her and she lets out a small laugh, causing her to wince at the stinging. She goes to reach for it but Shouta grabs her wrist before she can make contact. 

“Don’t touch it.” She stares at him, a bit shocked that he’s holding her wrist. 

“You don’t want it to get infected.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Hizashi lets out an exasperated laugh, grabbing her attention from her wrist to his smile. 

“I am going to kick that nasty little habit of yours, honey.” 

Her heart sinks at his words. The first night with them and she’s already done something to make him upset. 

“I’m sorry-” she starts, but he’s quick to interrupt her. 

“That!” Shouta lets her wrist free from his grasp and she gently pulls it to her chest. 

“Stop apologizing, honey.” She stares at Yamada, dumbly. 

“You have nothing to apologize for.” She breaks eye contact with him as the words sink in. An apology almost escapes her again, but she’s quick to swallow it back. Taking a second to process his words more, she simply says, 

“Okay.” 

It feels weird, not responding the way she normally does, but deep down she knows that he’s right. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not upset. I just want to make sure you know you don’t have to apologize so much.” 

“Ok, sor-,” she catches herself as she’s saying the word and starts her sentence over. 

“Ok. I’ll try my best.” 

“That’s all I ask for, sweet thing.” Blushing at his words, her chest fills with warmth from the praise. 

“You’re sure you’re ok?” Aizawa asks her.

 “Yeah,” she says, a bit quieter than intended. Realizing her answer didn’t fully appease him, she decides to explain further. 

“I just felt this wave of emotion hit me and everything went white. Then I realized that I was floating really deep in omega space. I think it was just overwhelming for me at the moment, but I’m fine now. Promise.” She smiles wide and watches some of the tension leave his body. 

“Thank you for walking me through that, by the way. It really helped.” Her alphas smile back at her. 

“Of course, honey. We’re more than happy to help.” Hizashi gives her a small wink and she feels the warmth in her chest again.

 “We should probably get these closed up sooner rather than later,” Shouta notes.

“Oh, yes. Of course.” She proudly presents her neck to both of them so they can lick the wounds close.

“That’s a good omega,” he responds, and her heart flutters. Her face is completely flushed as the two men get back in position and start licking the wounds. Since they waited a little bit, the marks should be a deeper color which makes her stomach flutter at the realization.

Shouta pulls back to examine the mark and judging by the look on his face, she can tell that he’s proud of himself. 

“Does it look ok?” Kimi prompts. 

“You look stunning with our marks, omega. It’s good to see you claimed.” He runs his thumb over his mark and she can’t help but shutter.

“So sensitive,” Hizashi teases before doing the same thing on his side. Her mouth falls open and her heart rate quickens. The marks on her neck have her feeling far closer to her alphas and she can’t help but want to explore those feelings.

“Mm, Kimi. I can feel how excited you are,” the primal tone Hizashi uses has her breath hitching. His hands start to trail up and down her sides. She wants to feel embarrassed by how worked up she is, but she finds herself feeling exhilarated instead.

“Sweet omega,” Aizawa coos, grabbing her full attention. “Are you interested in going further with us tonight?” 

“Yes,” she breathes out before adding, “Please.”

“Such good manners. Ok, we’ll give you what you need,” he coos. 

“Hizashi and I decided earlier that he’ll go first to make sure you feel good since he has more experience. Then I’ll get my turn with you if you’re okay with that.” Shouta’s voice is dark and she can’t help but be entranced by his words.

“Yes, alpha,” she responds. The reaction from the two males is immediate. Shouta shifts in his seat while Hizashi lets out a small groan.

“Fuck, honey,” Hizashi whines from behind her. “It’s taking everything in me to not jump you right now.”

“I wish you would,” she replies, much to her surprise. Hizashi lets another little groan at her words and looks up to Shouta. 

“Let us know if you need us to stop for anything. I promise we won’t be upset.” 

“Yes, alpha. Thank you.”

Hizashi is the first to react, pulling her back and leaning over her to capture Kimi’s mouth with his. He takes the opportunity to nestle into her neck against his mark, sending small jolts down her spine. His hands roam up and down her arms before moving across her chest. She pushes herself back into him more, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. She can feel herself growing more hot as he massages her breasts, giving them nice, firm squeezes and running his hands over her nipples.

His hands soon move to her sides, gliding up and down, massaging her breasts when he gets to them. Her hands reach up and make their way around his neck as he starts to move his hands to the top of her skirt. He runs his fingers along the top of the skirt, having them meet on the small of her back. His hands splay out as they run farther down her ass. Applying light pressure, he continues his massage over her ass without fully grabbing it.

“Sho,” Hizashi says to his partner over her shoulder. “We need to get her on the bed, I need to taste her immediately.” A jolt of pleasure runs through her core as his words sink in.

“Kimi, turn around and wrap your legs around him. I’ll help you both stand up.”

A few giggles and the readjusting of limbs later, they’re making their way towards the bedroom. Kimi can feel Hizashi’s hard length rubbing against her as she kisses his neck and chin.

 Looking over his shoulder, she’s met with Shouta’s earlier predatory stare. She smiles and shrinks into Hizashi’s neck more. He winks at her and she feels herself practically melt.

In no time, they’re in the bedroom and Hizashi gently places Kimi on the bed before capturing her lips. He takes the opportunity to start rubbing up and down her arms and back. She let out small little gasps and moans, enjoying the feeling.

“Feels that good, baby?” Hizashi asks.

“Yes,” she gasps and bites her lip, embarrassed by her tone. Shouta walks up beside them and lightly grabs her chin, running his thumb along her lower lip.

“Those sounds you make are so beautiful, please don’t hide them from us.”

She nods before responding meekly, 

“Ok.”

“Fuck, so perfect,” whines Hizashi before pulling off her skirt. 

She watches as his eyes roam over her body and pauses when he realizes the teddy she has on is crotchless. Shouta notices his partner’s pause and follows his eyesight, breath hitching when he also notices. Having their eyes on her has Kimi feeling a bit self-conscious but they’re quick to change that.

“You’re practically dripping, honey,” Hizashi groans. 

“So gorgeous,” his partner moans. Hizashi starts rubbing circles up and down Kimi’s legs, making her breathless again.

“Would you like ‘Zashi to make you feel good, omega?”

“Yes, please,” she pants.

“Such manners, good girl.” The compliment makes her core throb, eliciting a dark chuckle from the male.

“Ok, I’m going to sit against the headboard and I want you to sit in my lap so ‘Zashi can get to work.”

“Ok,” she agrees before moving into position between the two. 

Shouta lets Kimi sprawl out in between his legs and Hizashi crawls up to her like a man starved. 

She expects him to immediately start eating her out, but instead, Hizashi starts rubbing up and down her legs, leaving behind a trail of kisses. Shouta in return, rubs up and down her arms before caressing her breasts, causing her to gasp. She revels in the new sensations, loving the attention.

Hizashi sees his opportunity to start leaving teasing kisses around her pussy, breath ghosting over her skin.

“Alpha… please,” comes the plea he’s been waiting for. 

“Please, what?” he asks with a smirk. His eyes are locked on with hers and the darkness that’s creeping into them has her weak. Having him between her legs feels equal parts thrilling and embarrassing. 

“Alpha,” she pants and shifts around a little. “Please, make me feel good.”

 Immediately, he dips his head and licks along her slit, causing her to gasp at the new sensation. The feeling of his tongue is a bit weird and new, but it sends sparks of pleasure through her. 

He gets to work continuing to lick up her slit, applying pressure to her clit when he reaches it. She finds herself rocking her head back and panting in Shouta’s arms. He pulls the string that is holding up the top part of her teddy and lets her breasts hang free from the top. 

“Keep making those noises, omega. You’re doing so good,” says Shouta from behind her. He continues massaging her breasts, taking his time to tease and play with her nipples. Her hands grip the sheets as they both touch her, lost in the pleasure they’re giving her.

“Fuck,” Hizashi moans. “Omega, you taste so good.” 

She blushes at his words and squirms a little. Hizashi moves up a little to start sucking on her clit and she starts squirming from the intensity of the pleasure.

“You ok?” Shouta asks. Hizashi stops what he’s doing and looks up through his lashes at Kimi.

“Y-yeah,” she breathes out. “Just, new. Feels really good though.” 

Hizashi hums which sends sparks through her and she goes back to panting and moaning. His hands are on her thighs, grabbing them and rubbing random patterns. He continues licking as he moves one hand closer to her folds before rubbing her clit with his thumb. She moans out as he continues to circle her clit before rubbing up and down her opening.

“My sweet omega, have you ever been fingered before?” Hizashi asks Kimi, taking her by surprise. She knew that’s where things were headed, but didn’t expect to be asked about it.

“Um, not by anyone else, just me. Sorry,” she admits, embarrassed about her lack of experience. The reassuring hand on her thigh startles her a little. 

Hizashi has his brow cocked as she realizes that she’s said sorry again. His gaze softens and he strokes his fingers up and down her legs reassuringly. 

“Let me know if anything hurts or if you want me to stop,” he tells me, his thumb stroking her thigh. 

“I will.” He gives her a genuine smile that has her heart racing.

“Good girl, thank you.” 

Hizashi lightly rubs his thumb over her clit, sending her head back into Shouta’s chest.  Shortly after he slowly inserts one of his fingers into her. His finger slowly starts to pump in and out of her, sending sparks of pleasure down her spine. She clenches around him when he slightly curls the finger. 

“Ah,” I gasp. “That feels really good.”

“Yeah, baby? Is there one spot that feels really good?” He moves his finger around as he asks, but he’s not quite hitting the spot that drives her crazy.

“Yeah, but it’s further in.”

“Mmm,” he hums. “I may need to open you up a little more then. Think you can handle two, hon?”

“Yes, thank you,” she pants. He grins and removes his finger before replacing it with two. There’s a familiar slight stretch that makes her head roll back on Shouta’s chest.

“So good,” he coos at her. After a few thrusts of his fingers, Hizashi finds her G-spot and she clenches down hard.

“Right there, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans out. He kisses her thigh as he continues to rock his fingers up against the spot. A huge spike of pleasure surges through her and she finds herself getting worked up fast from the attention of the two alphas. 

“I-I. Alphas… fuck. I-” Hizashi stops his ministrations as he hears her struggle.

“What’s wrong, do we need to stop?”

“No… please no. Don’t stop. I’m, just… I’m already… close.”

“Well, let’s hear it then,” Shouta says, surprising her. Hizashi takes the chance to continue what he was doing. 

“Come for us, omega,” he coos.

His words have Kimi rolling her eyes and arching her back through her first orgasm with her alphas. Hizashi thrusts his fingers a couple more times, working her through it before lapping up her orgasm from his fingers. He lifts himself from between her legs and leans over to kiss her. She hesitates a little at the new flavor but deepens the kiss once she gets used to it.

“Ok, honey. Why don’t we let Sho’ take care of you now?” Her pussy clenches on air as she nods her head eagerly. She readjusts so she’s against the pillows and headboard. Hizashi tugs on the bottom part of her teddy.

“Can we take this off, princess?”

“Or course.”

 She helps lift her hips so the teddy can be removed and readjusts herself. Hizashi sits to the side of her and Shouta is between her legs. It’s hard not to feel so exposed right now, but she finds that she’s surprisingly more comfortable than she thought she’d be.

“Ok, Sho’. Let’s see if you can get our sweet omega to cum again,” Hizashi says with a wink. 

Kim can tell Shouta’s a bit nervous but they lock eyes and he seems to relax a little. He starts by rubbing patterns into her legs and kissing them until he gets to her pussy. He gives a hesitant lick to the outside like he’s testing the movement. before licking from her slit to her clit. 

She moans in encouragement and it seems to work. He starts licking in the same spots that Hizashi just was. Only then does it dawn on her that he wanted Kimi to sit in his lap so he could watch what Hizashi was doing. The thought makes her throb.

She can hear Hizashi whispering to Shouta but can’t make out what they’re saying. Another hand gets placed on her thigh and she leans forward to see what’s going on. She watches as Hizashi trails up her leg to Shouta’s hand and then guides it to her clit. He maneuvers Shouta’s thumb over her clit and helps to apply just the right amount of pressure to have her genuinely moaning.

Words of encouragement and praise are passed along between the two men. Kimi’s head starts to get a little foggy and her mouth feels like it’s permanently open.

The rest of his fingers lightly stroke the skin above her clit in a circular motion. After a few moments, he moves his hand so he’s stroking in between her folds. His touch is just a bit too light, causing her to giggle, but she tries to help him out.

“You can be more firm, it’s ok. Too light tickles.” He stopped stroking when she was talking, but her guidance has him stroking again with more pressure. She lets out gasps and sighs as his movements make her more wet. He rubs around her hole causing her to arch up a little and she can tell that makes him nervous.

“She likes that,” Hizashi softly encourages Shouta. The man grins and continues circling which starts to drive her crazy. She wants him to go farther, but he continues stroking and circling her hole. At one point, his finger slightly dips into her center and she gasps.

“Sorry,” he says, pulling his hand back. She reaches up and grabs it, trying to reassure him.

“No, no. Please,” she begs. “I want to feel your fingers inside me.” She bites her lip and looks away, a bit embarrassed by her confession. When she looks back, he’s smiling at her.

“Of course, omega.” She releases his hand and he swirls around her folds a little bit before slowly sticking his middle finger into her. She gasps and moans at the feeling. Waves of pleasure start to roll through her as he slowly pulls his finger in and out. Kimi watches Hizashi whisper something in his husband’s ear. The finger inside of her starts to curl against her walls and she practically starts panting.

“That feels good,” she encourages through her pants. Shouta smiles at her and uses his other hand to rub over her clit. He continues his ministrations a few more times before Hizashi chimes in.

“You’re so wet, little omega. Are you ready for two fingers?” She bites her bottom lip and nods.

“Yes. Please,” she moans.

Hizashi moves from the bed to stand right beside Shouta, rubbing up and down his chest while he watches the scene from over his shoulder. He whispers something into Shouta’s ear before they both look down at Kimi. Shouta adds another finger making all three of them groan.

“What a good omega,” Hizashi coos, causing her to clench around Shouta’s fingers. He hums in response and keeps working her with his fingers. After a few more whispers in his ear, Shouta starts to scissor his fingers, stretching her walls. The familiar floatiness of her drop starts to creep in and the realization makes her startle. The two alphas above her check in on her but she brushes it off.

“Please, more. I need more,” she pants. They seem placated by her words and continue working her up. More whispers are exchanged until Shota finds her G-spot. She moans out, head stretching back and back arching more. 

“There she is,” Hizashi coos. Kimi feels him place his hand on her pelvis and push down. Suddenly Shouta’s fingers have more pressure on her G-spot and she starts whimpering in response. Pleads leave her mouth as Shouta continues working his fingers in and out at a slightly quicker pace. Her orgasm builds up quickly again before suddenly releasing. Praises and groans come from her alphas as she floats a little in omega space before coming back down. She looks between the two of them, eyes a bit glossed over. 

“That felt really good. Thank you, alpha.” Shouta gives her a small chuckle in response.

“I’m glad, omega.” He then holds up the hand he was just fingering her with and offers it to Hizashi who quickly licks it up. Her core clenches as she watches them. Hizashi gives a small moan before locking eyes with her.

“Think you’re ready for more, honey? You certainly seem wet enough,” he teases. 

She bites her lip in nervousness and sits up on the bed. She feels confident knowing that she could say no at any time and they would stop. It surprises her that she doesn’t want them to stop. This is all new to her and she’s slightly scared about what comes next, but her nerves are soothed by knowing that her alphas are taking every step they can to make her feel comfortable.

“We also don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to,” Shouta chimes in. “I understand if being marked just worked you up and you needed a little release.” 

Her heart soars at his words. She feels more safe and secure, making her more confident with her decision to move forward. 

“No, I do want more. I’m just nervous. This is all so new, but going slow has been helping, thank you.”

“Ok,” Shouta says. “We can keep going slow then.”

“Unless you want us to speed up,” Hizashi teases, sticking his tongue out. Shouta gives him a shove, making the pair laugh. She then realizes that both men still have their pants and boxers on. Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, she reaches out to both of their abs and splays her hand out.

“You’re both still wearing pants,” she jokingly pouts.

“Yeah, honey? What are you going to do about that?” Hizashi jokes back. 

Turning towards him, she rubs up and down his sides before gaining a surge of confidence to unbutton his pants and pull them down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side. His boxers are tented and she’s face to face with his cock. Looking up, she grabs the band of his boxers and mimics her previous action. 

His cock bobs out of the boxers, standing to full attention now that it’s been released. She can’t help but notice how long it is. It could probably beat out some of the toys she owns. She reaches her hand out and grips him, giving him a slow pump. 

This was something she had done before. Her ex requested she jerk him off a couple of times, so the movement was familiar to her. Shouta chuckles next to her and she’s pulled away from her thoughts. 

“How about me, omega?”

Smiling, she excitedly removes his pants and boxers like she did with his partner. A slightly shorter, thicker cock greets her as she lowers his boxers. 

“Oh my gosh,” she comments. Making them both laugh.

“Hey,” Hizashi teasingly pouts. “I’m big too!”

“Yes, you both are. It’s kind of intimidating,” she responds. Aizawa gives her a soft smile, caressing the side of her face.

“It’s ok, omega. We’ll take care of you, ok?” Entranced, she nods. A beat passes before she remembers to vocalize her thoughts.

“Ok, thank you.”

“Why don’t you lay back,” Hizashi recommends. “I know it’s traditional to present, but I think for your first time this will be a more enjoyable position.”

 Nodding, she scoots back on the bed. Shouta makes his way above her, kneeling over her legs. Hizashi takes his place behind him again before tapping her legs.

“We’re going to need you to open up, honey.” Bashfully, she does as she's told, opening up for them. Shouta grabs onto her legs, then directs them around his waist. A wave of nervousness leaves her again. Though she's had plenty of toys in her, this was still all so new and she starts to spiral with concern. Thoughts of if she's doing things right, if she looks sexy enough, or if this is going to feel good flood her head.

Aizawa catches on and places a reassuring hand on her hip, causing her to jump a little.

“You ok, Kimi?” Hizashi checks in.

“Yeah,” she replies weakly. “I just- am I doing ok?”

“You’re doing amazing, honey,” he reassures.

“You’re stunning,” Aizawa adds. Their words soothe her and she relaxes again. 

“Those audios you mentioned at dinner, they talk you through how to care for yourself during your heat, right?”

Blushing, she responds with a yes and a nod.

“Would it be helpful if we talked you through this? Like we did with your marks?” she quickly nods.

“Yes, please.”

“Of course, princess.” He leans over and gives her a quick kiss which she reciprocates. His fingers run up her leg and towards her core again. “I’m going to make sure you’re still wet for me and then I’m going to get myself wet with your slick, ok?” 

Her heart flutters and she lets out a small noise of agreement. He does exactly what he says, fingering her a little more so she's just as wet as he needs her to be. Her hands find their way to his arms, enjoying how firm they are and how secure they make her feel. 

“Ok, omega. I’m gonna get myself wet now before I enter you, ok?”

“Yes, alpha,” she responds, the words easily flowing from her mouth. He grins and she feels his blunt tip runs up and down her slit, collecting her wetness. Her breaths shorten in anticipation. He catches her opening a couple of times, causing her to unconsciously clench. 

Hizashi whispers some swears behind Shouta and Kimi watches as he slowly strokes himself. 

Shouta catches her attention, locking eyes with her.

“Are you ready?” he asks seriously, making sure he gets her full consent. She feels another hard pull in her chest that shoots up to his bite mark. Her answer comes easily to her,

“Yes, please. I’m ready.”

“Ok. I’m gonna start pushing in, ok?”

“Please,” is her quick response. 

He then starts to guide himself towards her entrance and she feels as he rubs himself on her a couple more times before starting to push in. While there’s no pain, she subconsciously clenches again, preventing him from going farther. 

“Are you ok, is it too much?” he immediately checks in.

“No, it’s ok, I’m just nervous.” Hizashi’s hand rubs up and down Kimi's leg reassuringly.

“You’re doing so good, honey.” 

She starts to relax again as she feels more of Shouta push into her. The feeling is both familiar and new to her. Butterflies fill her stomach as nervousness and excitement flow through her.

“Fuck,” Shouta groans out. “That’s a good omega. You’re taking me so well.” Kimi throbs at his words and he continues his descent in.

“Fuck, and you grip me so well. What a good girl.” 

After he’s about halfway, he stops because she clenches down hard.

“You ok?” 

“Yeah,” she pants, catching her breath. “Just getting used to it.” He rubs small circles on her hip in response.

“Ok, just let me know when I can go again, ok?”

“You’re doing so good, honey,” Hizashi adds, still slowly stroking himself. 

His words go straight to her heart and she's soon relaxing from the praise. After a moment, the small bit of pain she was feeling subsides. 

“Ok, you can keep going,” she says to Shouta. 

He smiles and continues pushing himself inside of her. Soon, their hips are flush with each other and Kimi clenches at the realization.

“What a good girl,” Hizashi comments, making her walls flutter.

“So good, look at you, so full of me,” Shouta comments. Kimi throbs again at their words. Shouta pulls out a little, dragging his cock against her walls. 

“Fuck,” she moans as pleasure courses through her.

“Oh, feel good?” Hizashi asks with a small chuckle, but she can only nod back. Shouta slowly pumps in and out of her, not wanting to hurt her. Soon though the pleasure builds up and has her craving more.

“Please, more, I need more. Please, alpha,” she begs. 

He reaches forward, grabbing her waist before thrusting into her faster. Kimi lets out a chorus of moans as he continues to make her feel good, hitting all the right spots.

“Yes, alpha. Fuck, yes,” she continues to moan out. 

“Look at me,” Shouta commands. 

She’s not sure when she closed her eyes, but she opens them to see his face plastered with pleasure. Hizashi is next to him, stroking himself in earnest, mouth open.

“Fuck, honey” he moans out. “You look so good, doing so well. Fuck, you look so good.” Kimi clenches at his words, making Shouta groan.

“Alphas, my alphas,” she calls out. 

Shouta picks up the pace and her eyes roll back. Omega space creeps up on her faster than she can push it away and soon she's diving into the familiar floating feeling. Her eyes glaze over and she can’t help but moan and pant at every touch and thrust. 

Any words she tries to form come out incoherent and she's held captive by the pleasure. Shouta readjusts his angle and without warning, she tumbles over the edge, orgasming all over her alpha’s cock.

As she comes down from her drop, she realizes that she felt Shouta pull out, but didn’t feel him finish. Looking up at her two alphas, she sees both of them with their release over each other’s hands. It appears that they helped one another cum once she orgasmed. The room is filled with heavy breathing and blissed-out faces.

“You with us, little omega?” Shouta asks her, soothingly rubbing her leg. She nods while answering,

“Yes, sorry. I dropped there.” 

“You were so pretty,” Hizashi comments, making her smile.

“Thank you. That felt really good, thank you,” she directs towards Shouta who gives her a heartfelt smile.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” She smiles back and focuses on steadying her breath.

“Well,” Hizashi starts. “I think that’s enough excitement for tonight, hm? Why don’t we clean up and then get ready for bed, yeah?” Shouta and Kimi look at each other before nodding in agreement. 

“Stay here, princess. ‘Zashi’s going to get you a towel before you get up.” 

“Ok, thank you, ‘Zashi.” The man in question comes back with a warm, slightly damp towel a couple of moments later and helps Kimi up. She thanks him again before he passes the towel to Shouta and helps her up.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take the first shower while Shouta and I get the bed ready for bed, yeah?” She quickly agrees and speeds away to the bathroom.

A couple of minutes later, she's showered and letting her hair out of her shower bonnet in the bathroom. Shouta comes in, still naked, and smiles as he watches her put her hair up.

“Doing ok?” he asks. 

“Yes, thank you,” she responds with a grin. “Shower’s all yours if you want it.” He gives her a little nod before starting the shower back up and stepping in. Heading back into the bedroom, Kimi finds Hizashi finishing up, adding a new cover to the duvet.

“Thank you,” she says, causing him to look up.

“Not a problem at all. Just didn’t want to sleep in our sperm, you know?” She giggles at his comment.

“Was everything ok with you? I feel like I didn’t get to spend too much time with you tonight?”

“Yes, honey,” he says, voice soft. “This evening was nice and to be honest, I wanted it to be more about you and Sho’ spending your first time together. I can steal you away whenever I want and have some time with you.” He sticks out his tongue at her and she blushes.

“Ok, I just wanted to make sure you were satisfied.”

“Oh, honey. I was plenty satisfied. It was really hot to see the two of you exploring one another and sharing that moment with one another.” Her heart warms and she moves around the bed so she can give him a quick kiss. He deepens it and grabs her hip, pulling her closer. They spend a couple of moments savoring each other before he pulls away.

“Don’t want to get too worked up,” he jests. She giggles back and they separate. Shouta comes out of the bathroom, hair damp, and a towel around his waist.

“Alright, ‘Zash. Showers free.” 

“Thanks,” he quips before passing by Kimk. She takes the moment to go over to the dresser they set out for her and put on a pair of short silk pajamas she brought with her. When she returns to the bed, Shouta has put on a pair of boxers and works on towel-drying his hair. Kimi sits on the opposite of the bed, watching him. He pulls his head up from the towel and gives her a knowing look. 

“Thank you again, that was really nice.”

“I agree. Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m very happy to have you in our pack.”

That pull in her chest comes back and she smiles, tears coming to her eyes. 

“It feels really good to be here,” she comments. He smiles at her again and gets back to drying his hair. From where she's on the bed, she can see both Shouta and Hizashi in the bathroom. Her eyes move between them and slowly she gets lulled by their movements. Soon, her eyes start to droop and a wave of tiredness falls over her. She finds herself falling in and out of sleep, but she doesn't have the energy to do anything about it. She recognizes that she's being talked to but can’t make out the words so she lets out a tired,

“Huh?” There’s a chuckle before she's guided under the covers by Hizashi who is now somehow behind her. She is a bit confused but just accepts it and crawls under the sheets before being surrounded by warm bodies. Letting sleep completely overcome her, Kimi falls asleep for the night with a smile. PREVIOUS | NEXT

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