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Toji was expelled from his only-alphas family the day he reached 16 years old. They probably planned to do this later, once he’d reached adulthood maybe, but after all the mess and bad reputation he brought to the prestigious Zen’in family, this outcome was bound to happen.
So he didn’t blame them for it.
Kinda.
Why would they keep maintaining a parasite that enjoyed fights and spent all the money his ‘poor’ and drunkard father harvested from the other family branches?
Besides, he wasn’t an alpha, just a simple beta. He wasn’t a stud they could sell off to some lower family. Even if he looked like one of those cocky breeders.
He managed to get a kinda stable job after a year or two after leaving the house -turns out that he’s pretty good at intimidating and beating the shit out of scammers and debtors- so manages to save enough to rent a small apartment with a terrible air conditioner and thin walls despite his terrifying looks and scars.
All thanks to the old hag that owned the place, who -of course- stupidly believed that he was an alpha, a ‘reliable’ and ‘trustworthy’ person who decided to live there.
The hag must be another beta like him.
On his first day there, he got the chance to meet one of his neighbors. A guy with soft pink locks, bright smiles, and a couple of scars across his face, pretty young to live in a complex full of shabby and dangerous folks, but who is Toji to question him.
Plus, the Itadori Yuuji guy seemed to be strong enough to show he was not someone to underestimate as he demonstrated carrying Toji’s things to the third floor when he oh, so nicely offered as if it was nothing.
A kind and strong alpha , Toji huffed.
However, the thought vanished from his head the second the young man waved him goodbye and closed the door that followed Toji’s, giving the older(?) man a peek at his nape.
A shapeless scar, the teeth’s marks covered by scarred scratches on what could’ve been difficult healing.
Ah, a broken omega then.
It wasn’t his business, really. The conclusion was easy to reach and everyone in that complex had their own stories and shit to deal with, but it was hard for him to ignore the fact that the guy next door was one of those rare beings Toji often heard of.
Which percentage were they from the total population again? The 0.6 percent?
The only thing he was certain of was about their small population and what he was taught in some of the few classes he went to.
Capable of bearing strong offspring (mostly alphas) these fragile, soft , and precious beings were destined to be bound with an alpha and be cared for for the rest of their lives.
Even with his skepticism about the shitty education he received when he was 12 years old brat, it was still a surprise seeing this reliable and trustworthy neighbor, being known and respected by the other neighbors, and of course, the deluded owner.
“Oh! Two alphas in this humble complex! This must be my lucky stride!”
Funny, Toji thought the kid was going to correct her by judging his honest eyes, but he probably was too aware of the type of reaction he'd get, considering the prejudice against omegas.
Strong, kind, and sharp enough to know when to stay quiet, then.
Considering that, If all omegas were like Yuuji Itadori, he would like to be an alpha too.
Just a fleeting thought, of course.
Maybe for that reason, he didn't reject his invitation to dinner a day later for being both 'mistaken', and neither did the other ones.
At first due to his curiosity about the broken bond and such. He heard that omegas went into some crazed state when their alphas rejected them, scratching their necks desperately and finally collapsing due to the rush of hormones that the broken bond triggered.
But then there’s him in this bright boy's house, whose cuisine was pretty good and with an ability to make great conversations, not hiding a single thing -He was in the same situation as Toji it seemed- and answering all Toji’s shameless questions.
“Well..., there's a lot of broken omegas who survived the whole process, but you know—”
“—It's not like the others want to acknowledge them.”
He looked a little sad, even with his mouth full of food.
He always ends up staying more than he should, Yuuji’s voice wasn’t a bad sound in Toji’s ears and Yuuji, who seems to be in his early 20s or even younger, talks to Toji like an old friend, not afraid in the slightest by his looks.
Well, they are pretty much the same, to be honest.
“A Highschooler?” asks Toji and Yuuji, who always wears his heart on his sleeve, tries to deny it.
“Not anymore.”
As time passes, Toji encounters himself looking at the tanned skin that would flex with every movement, and wondering how soft it would feel that pink hair under his touch, everything with a sleazy smile.
“You’re unnerving me with that smile, what are you thinking now? Don’t tell me, you already killed someone at your job!”
“Not yet” Yuuji looked at him with a scornful look giving him a cute huff. ”—just wondering about your heats.”
“Stop right there!”
Did he finally hit some nerve? That was a loud squeal.
Yuuji's cheeks turned all red the instant he said the word, almost jumping from the chair making Toji snicker.
“Now don't laugh! That was a private question, Toji-san!”
He furrowed his eyebrows, the scar looking more prominent with the rubor all over his face. And somehow Toji just wants to keep making him blush.
Of course, he insisted on the question.
That day he learns a couple of things, ‘broken’ omegas' bodies can work perfectly except for some perks like the lack of scent or possible mental scars in case the omega had a deep connection with their alpha, but their abilities to smell other's pheromones remains the same.
Yuuji refuses to tell him about the heats, a shame.
He also learns that those scars on his face were made after the bond thing, 'the whole process makes you go all hormonal and irrational, so yeah and I had to survive doing in the streets when the whole omega thing got discovered by some strangers.'
In exchange, Yuuji learns about how he ran away from home, how he got the scar on his lip at a young age, that he's living there because nobody wants to receive him, and also that he works beating up people for some shady guys at night.
“None of my so-called childhood friends wanted to accept me, can’t you believe it?” Toji dramatizes.
“—with that attitude It’s pretty credible.” “Hey, don’t look at me like that! You know that’s true!”
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Yuuji calls him Toji a ‘friend’ , and the older man just snorts.
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There’s this particular day when Yuuji looks nervous as he prepares dinner, making mistakes and getting a couple of cuts on his fingers. When Toji asks, the same blush comes back and his hands tremble. Oh, he’s so cute that Toji can’t help but tease him.
These days he’s been doing it a lot.
“What is going out with you? Your heat is approaching or something?”
And Yuuji looks at him like he just killed someone or something, now incredibly red ‘til the neck.
“Oh, so it is approaching”
“Y-You—” Seems that the younger one is getting accustomed to his constant teasing, because takes a deep breath and proceeds to answer.
“Ye-yeah, so that’s why, um- next week I won’t be available, so...”
Toji just looks at him, apparently puzzled, smug as usual, getting an angry expression from the other.
“God, you’re insufferable, I just wanted to let you know in c-case you hear something strange”
Toji nods, the idea of Yuuji going into heat, unable to contain his own moans kind of arouses him to his surprise.
“Should I help you with this stuff?”
And of course, Yuuji, like the oblivious idiot he is, ignores the double meaning of his question.
“I didn’t think you would care, but no, I think I’ll be fine.”
“Maybe bring me some water if this stuff lasts more than expected?”
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Two days pass and everything is normal except for Yuuji, who buys multiple bottles of water and seems to be growing feverish until the point he’s not going out of his apartment at all.
Toji tried to keep going with his life as the symptoms appeared, he never had the desire to fuck an omega, not even by curiosity like the other betas. He always heard how rare and sheltered, and after all, they were made to be satisfied just by an alpha knot. Not fun.
Betas shouldn’t meddle in, he insisted, it’s not a wise choice. He says to himself once the previous reasons aren’t enough to convince his brain.
But then at night, after those two boring -long- days without seeing Yuuji, he hears a whimper.
It’s soft and barely audible, if it wasn’t for the fact that Toji’s been practically attached to the wall like a creep, the soft moan would’ve passed unnoticed, but it’s there and as the minutes go, the weak moans, and whimpers increases and Toji can only stick his ear against the wall, a part of him tempted to grab the keys his neighbor lend to him and open his door.
“Mnnnh…”
His dick was fully awake at this point, despite that just passed a couple of minutes.
In an attempt to keep his libido at bay and shut up the voice inside him that urges him to rush to his neighbor’s apartment, he spat out on his hand, no time to get the lube from his nightstand and quickly grabbed his pulsing cock, precum oozing on incredible amounts like he was some stupid teenager.
Spreading it over the head he started a slow tempo, the idea of Yuuji moaning at his thrusts, rim clenching like crazy around him, has his own hips jerking from time to time, begging him to increase the pace.
But he’s just too entranced following that high-pitched voice. The precum starts accumulating and he finally goes down to the base, the squelch noise from his dick just helping the mood.
‘I bet he’d be wetter than this, his pussy coating his cock with slick. Is it true that omega’s slick tastes sweet?’
Slowly his hand went to the head again, teasing the slit with his thumb and then again to the base, spreading the precum and pressing a bit to keep himself restrained. Considering how well-built Yuuji's body was, he didn’t doubt that his pussy would coat his cock completely, every thrust being deeper and deeper, probably reaching his cervix at some point. The thought turned him even more and it seemed that now he was salivating.
Then there was a high squeal and Toji couldn’t help it but hit the wall, surprised.
“Crap—”
The moans went quiet all of sudden.
Shit, that was it then. His oblivious and probably only neighbor he was getting along with probably realized he was jerking off to his moans in the middle of his heat.
But then he hears it, a soft and barely audible whine, but to Toji’s ears, it couldn’t be clearer.
“Toji-san…”
Yuuji didn’t stop his sounds, in fact, he got closer to where Toji was sitting, only a thin wall separating both now.
This brat is going to kill him.
Of course, his voice was louder and now he also heard frustrated noises that came out from the omega, his fingers too short and thinner to fill that wet pussy, no doubt, whose wet sounds Toji swears can hear.
A hole squelching desperately, abused by those pretty fingers.
He’d kill to have the boy bent over his kitchen counter, legs too weak to hold his body, slick dripping all over his legs and floor while Toji gets a handful of those round tits, mistreating those big and rosy nipples he had the luck to see, he’d die to mistreated them, pinched them, bite them. Maybe Yuuji is a masochist, he looks like one.
Fuck, at this point he just wanted to ram into that pussy so bad.
Who said a beta couldn't satisfy an omega? As he gripped tighter his dick, he was sure that the pretty omega could be even more than satisfied around his cock, a knot was something only weak alphas needed.
His pretty neighbor was getting impatient as the moans and whines were getting louder and louder, his voice turning a mess, tucking a couple or even three of his fingers couldn’t be enough to satisfy him. Toji could do it.
“I’d bet I can make you scream, the whole building hearing you—.”
How he wished he could put his hands on those hips, have that brat bouncing frantically on his cock, up and down, slick making a mess in his sheets, and a perfect, greedy hole receiving his dick the best it could. Because of course, Yuuji could accept the entire length of his dick, he’d make sure that his pussy takes its shape with how hard he would ram into it.
His fantasies were cut off once he heard the poorly muffled moan coming from Yuuji’s, obviously reaching his orgasm, a frustrated and poor one.
“Fffuck— Yuuji—!”
But Toji wasn’t that different, he came with such rush and frustration he couldn’t bear it, he wanted to fill that pussy with his seed, feel those tight and hot walls contract thanks to his partner coming, and only then trust hard and fast to coat that hole with his semen.
And just with that picture in his head, like some virgin teenager, Toji came by his own hand.
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Well, he jerked off hearing his young neighbor jerking off. And of course, it was obvious that Yuuji heard him, he is not quiet when comes to sex, so yeah.
He could make a whole deal about this, pretend that last night didn’t happen or something, but then morning comes, and before he can decide, receives a text from the pinkhead.
‘I ran out of water.’
When he came back from the store, a gallon of water in his left hand, he knocked on the door not really knowing what to expect. Maybe the boy would ask to leave the water in front of the door, too ashamed to confront him or maybe omegas can’t remember what happens in the peak of their heat. Not sure.
The door opens and well, that’s a surprise, his pretty neighbor with a flushed face looking at him with a pouting. With only a big t-shirt and probably some briefs -or nothing at all-, because Toji could immediately notice those muscled tights glistening with sweat.
“Pervert.”
Toji smirks.
“Sorry, darling, but we can talk about how good yesterday was and how loud you were moaning my name, or wait until you’re coherent enough to do it and let me put this on your kitchen counter.”
“Hmn… okay…”
A small nod is what Toji needs to do as he said. On that short walk also tried to catch some scent, curious about the so-called ‘Omega heat’, but there was only a musky, heavy one in the air, a sex smell. Not flowers or those shits that the dramas often mentioned.
It doesn’t matter once he turns around to see Yuuji with dilated pupils and a dazed stare, probably a wave of heat about to attack his body, there are also tiny drops of sweat running down his cheeks. It was funny how cute his neighbor looked taking into account the cheeky this brat could be.
“Well, I’m going, you can accuse me of harassment later, ‘kay?”
“Toji…”
He was going to go back to his apartment (or maybe kill time somewhere until his job starts), but then a soft, and oh-so-sweet voice called for him.
He turned to see Yuuji, now obviously lost on his heat looking at him with ‘fuck me eyes’ and this was starting to be a problem for Toji Jr.
So he decides to indulge his desires a bit.
“Yes, doll?”
So of course he puts his right hand where the sweat was running, just out of curiosity and also to feel how the other shivered under his touch.
“Mnn… It’sh… cold…”
Just like some cat, the omega leaned on it, inviting his hand to explore his skin a little bit more which Toji just accepted, enjoying the warm skin under his palm as his hand went down to Yuuji’s neck.
“Yeah? Do you like it? Or should I stop?”
It was probably when he was still in the Zen’in household when his teacher told him about the sensitivity of the glands on alphas and omegas and how a beta should never be allowed to touch them.
“Mnno… Continue…”
And of course, he did, slowly going to the back of his neck, fingertips caressing as he takes a closer look at Yuuji's reactions.
Until he reached scarred skin and noticed how Yuuji flinched a bit.
Some common sense hit him hard enough to stop his ministrations, retrieving his hand slowly, tracing the path until his cheek, trying to erase all trace of discomfort on Yuuji.
Yuuji, noticing that he would leave soon, tried to catch his hand with one of his and lean enough to kiss his thumb, probably inviting him to stay, but this time Toji decided to stop there.
Even with Yuuji’s protest, the older man rushed, told him to secure his door, closed it, and went to some store to buy something to eat.
His right hand caught some droplets of Yuuji’s sweat and after so many claims of the alphas saying how good and sweet the omegas tasted, he gave a lick to his thumb.
Salty.
-
Of course, Yuuji was angry.
Toji would say that he was embarrassed, but the younger one claimed that he was angry, and about to put some restriction order against him.
“What? You didn’t like our jerk-off sessions?”
He stopped the fist that aimed at his face with a smirk as the other was shaken, mortified as Toji just confirmed to him what he (they) did those past three nights. Yuuji’s face was red as a tomato and just wanted to cry and probably beat to pulp this stupid man that was proudly smirking at him, this bastard, son of a bitch, how did he dare to—!
But even if that was the case, the poor boy couldn't gather enough anger against the other, even with that sardonic smile that stretched the scar on his lips that had the same effect of a beauty mark.
“Whatever. Jeez, just quit that stupid expression on your face, it’s getting on my nerves.”
“Aight, aight. Whatever wants the precious omega.”
Yuuji just rolled up his eyes.
They ate together as usual (instant ramen since Toji’s cooking tastes bad according to Yuuji), if there was a hint of awkwardness between them it got completely erased with this, and Yuuji couldn’t help but feel a little bit more fond of the other man.
But, Toji has to ask.
“Say, Yuu-chan.”
“W-what’s with the sudden nickname? Drop it.”
“Is that so? But you just blushed again.”
“Just say whatever you want to say already.”
Toji huffed a laugh as he enjoyed the soft blush on his neighbor's cheeks. But—
“Are you sure you’re okay living here?”
Yuuji probably expected some stupid question to tease him as his expression changed, taken aback.
The pinklet took a saddened expression, leaving the chopsticks aside.
“...Do you want me to move out after knowing what living next to an omega implies?”
Oh shit.
The other adopted a defensive posture almost instantly, almost like he was expecting some mean comment or something, it just caught Toji off guard.
“That’s not what I meant, Yuuji.” Toji, as terrible as he is ensuring others, reaches out his hands, trying to calm the other. Damn, he gave off so easily his emotions and Toji was unable to ignore him. “I’m just asking because that thing with pheromones could put you in danger, even more living here, I don’t really care if you’re an omega or another beta, you already know that, brat.”
The pinklet gave a small smile then. “So, are you worried about me now?” Kinda playful too.
“Yes, Yuu-chan. Do you have a problem with that?”
“—! Do whatever you want, you frivolous man…” He looked like he wanted to keep complaining but just sighed, defeated. “And about my heats, a broken omega does not give off pheromones to others… There are people who say that we are just weaker betas.”
“And what about the heats?”
Yuuji probably wanted to feel embarrassed by this, but Toji's face showed genuine interest.
“They are still there, even more troublesome and inconsistent than before, though the fertility rate is lower nonetheless. Happy now?”
“Yeah, kinda get the idea. They never teach you this thing about secondary sex.”
“Is that so? Though the school programs had something about it.”
Toji shrugged.
“At least they don’t if you’re a homeschooled kid in an old-fashioned house.”
“Don’t tell me. The ‘young Master’ kind?”
Toji lazily smiled, head on one of his hands.
Yuuji’s mocking smile fades immediately.
“You’re joking.”
-
“So what will you do when your next heat comes?”
Yuuji coughs abruptly, obviously surprised, almost dropping the groceries on their way to the building.
“You never shut up about that, don’t you? This is like, the 4th time already since we met. I’ll start thinking that you want to fuck me or something.”
“I thought I was pretty obvious with that.”
The only response was the groceries falling to the ground.
“Bet my dick is big enough to replace an alpha’s knot. Ah, you’re blushing.”
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