The Bane of an Alpha

Tags: Alpha Kirishima, Rutting, Pillow fucking

Summary: Kirishima is without an Omega and lacking any toys to help him through his rut so he resorts to using a nearby lonely pillow to help him through

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This was the literal worst. Fighting for a week straight would be preferable to this torture.

Laid out in his bed, head propped up on a mound of pillows, Kirishima tried his damnedest to focus on the nightly news but the roar of blood in his ears was so loud, he couldn’t hear what anyone was saying. Sweat drenched his naked body, running in currents along his prominent muscles. A desk fan sitting atop the windowsill rapidly rotated back and forth, pumping much needed cool air into a room that was quickly turning into a sauna. The remote to the air conditioning was sitting just out of his reach, largely forgotten as the majority of his attention was on suppressing this goddamn bothersome rut. Growling low in his throat, Kirishima pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. A steady thrum of insistent, gnawing want clawed at him, demanding he do something, anything to relieve this torturous need to bite, to claim and impregnate. Kirishima swallowed against the dryness in his throat, creating a dry click that echoed through the room.

“Guess I know what Omegas are always going through.” Kirishima murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No wonder they’re so careful with their suppressants. I’ll need to start keeping some in the office, just in case.”

Exhaling slowly, he rolled over onto his stomach then pushed up onto his knees, head bowed forward. Just trying to ignore it wasn’t helping like he thought it would. He had never experienced a rut this extreme before. His were usually manageable but something about this one was driving him fucking crazy. He couldn’t focus on anything. Every hard thrum of his heart screamed the desperate desire to drive his throbbing cock into the warm, waiting hole of an Omega. Kirishima exhaled slowly, his fingers curling tightly into the bedsheet. This was only getting worse. If he didn’t do something to elevate this hunger soon, he was going to end up doing something he’d regret. Last thing he wanted was to go into a rut-induced rage. That’d be absolutely wonderful for his public image.

What could he do, though? He wasn’t the type of Alpha to give into his rut and fuck any Omega who had the misfortune of being nearby. There were some “services” he could make use of – no one would bat an eye if he decided to do so – but the thought of just mindlessly emptying his balls into some random Omega he had no connection too…it made his skin crawl. When he did finally claim an Omega, he wanted it to be his choice to do so – not because he was neck deep in a infuriating rut that threatened to completely strip him of his self-control. Exhaling shakily, Kirishima pushed a hand through his sweat soaked hair. That didn’t change the fact that he had to do something before he reached his breaking point. This heat, this desire…it was already threatening to overwhelm him. Kirishima glanced over at his bedside table. Lying across it was a jacket one of his intern’s had forgotten a couple days ago. He had been meaning to return it before his rut started but…

His tongue dragged across his bottom lip. Despite not having been worn for a couple days, the intense sweet scent of an Omega rolled off the fabric, assaulting his senses. No doubt that wasn’t having the best effect on his rut. In fact, he’d argue that having it so close by was doing the exact opposite of helping. His already rock hard, aching cock twitched eagerly. Kirishima reached out with a trembling hand to snag it but jerked back just before his fingertips brushed the crumpled jacket. He shook his head furiously, gritting his teeth. No matter how bad his rut was, he wouldn’t use something of his intern to masturbate too! He might be an Alpha but that didn’t mean he had no self-control! He could handle this without having to resort to something so unmanly. There were other ways for him to relieve himself. It wouldn’t be satisfactory – not in the slightest – but better than having to deal with the regret later.

Pushing out a harsh breath through his nose, Kirishima grabbed one of the largest pillows. It was so embarrassing, having to resort to something like this. Though, he knew well enough that his hand wasn’t going to be enough. If he tried that, there was no doubt in his mind that he would only get even more frustrated. Kirishima sighed irritably, squishing the pillow together to create a tight enough space. He should’ve listened to Fat and gotten a goddamn onahole or something that could, at least, mimic being inside an Omega. Fat had warned him that the stress of being a Pro could lead to difficult, draining ruts. He could speak from experience, having gone through multiple himself after he became a Pro. His dumbass, though, decided that his ruts didn’t call for that sort of thing. He was too manly to be overwhelmed by a rut to a point that he would need an onahole. Now look at him…using a fucking pillow to relieve himself. Kirishima sighed again, pressing the folded pillow to the mattress. There was no need for any lube. He was already drenched in sweat and precum. He brought the tip of his throbbing cock to the fold, pausing only long enough to lament on how stupid he’d been before thrusting forward. Smooth, cool fabric glided across his burning hot cock. He was engulfed in a softness that immediately began to heat up.

Gasping sharply, his sweaty hair hanging in his face, Kirishima dug his fingers deep into the pillow as he rapidly thrust forward. This…this was even worse than he’d thought it would be. No matter how much weight he put on the pillow, he couldn’t mimic that tightness, that heat he craved. Tiny sparks of pleasure sizzled at the base of his spine, mocking him by refusing to grow to anything bigger. If anything, the little bit of pleasure he managed to scrounge up by doing this was driving him fucking crazy. The more he thrust, the more his frustration grew until he was close to ripping the pillow to shreds. Fighting back against that rage, that pain, Kirishima focused all of his energy on cumming. His heavy balls swung back and forth between his trembling thighs. He slipped a hand down that way to give his balls a gentle squeeze – usually enough to get him right to the finish line but this time, it was like his body could barely register it. Bending over, putting as much of his weight on the pillow as he dared, Kirishima slowed down the motion of his hips, hoping that the feeling of slipping in and out would be enough.

It kind of worked…just a little bit…for a few thrusts then that irritating, gnawing desire grabbed at his attention. Not enough…it wasn’t fucking enough! This couldn’t even come close to mimicking what he really wanted, what his Alpha instincts were screaming for! Rapidly speeding up the pace of his thrusts, Kirishima shoved back against the needy, grinding want. This was the best he could do right now! His body would just have to accept that! There was nothing else he could do to make this feel any better! He was stuck with just…

Kirishima’s gaze flickered back over to the bedside table. He shouldn’t…he really, really shouldn’t. Even if he felt like this clawing need was going to tear him apart…he couldn’t resort to something like that. His interns had the utmost trust and faith in him. Using one of their possessions, especially the possession of an Omega…it was despicable but…

His body was so hot. This clawing pleasure was tearing him apart. He couldn’t…he needed to cum, he needed relief…he…he needed an Omega…Exhaling shakily, Kirishima reached over to snag the jacket. Harsh pants tumbled out from between his parted lips. He brought the smooth fabric to his face and pressed it firmly to his nose. A screeching bolt of pleasure tore through him as that sweet scent flooded his lungs. Fuck…good…smelled so good-! A tiny, sharp barb of shame stabbed at his stomach but he was too goddamn desperate to pay any attention to it. Omega…he wanted an Omega…he wanted to be buried deep inside a cute little Omega! He wanted an adorable little Omega to be writing underneath him, moaning and gasping sweetly as he stuffed him full! He wanted to flood his insides with his seed! To pound so hard into him, his knot easily slipped into his hole! He…he wanted an Omega! He needed an Omega!

Dropping down, smashing his face into the jacket, dragging in deep gulps of that perfect Omega smell, he pounded his cock between the flimsy, soaking wet pillow. It still didn’t feel nearly good enough! This was infuriating! He couldn’t stand it! He just wanted to cum! Clenching his teeth together, his jaw aching from the pleasure, Kirishima stubbornly dragged in the traces of an Omega’s scent. His balls started to hum. A sharp tingling spread out through his body. It still wasn’t enough…fuck-! Fuck-! This scent was driving him fucking crazy! If he could just stay focused on it, he would be able to cum! Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Kirishima honed all of his attention on the sweet scent. His head was spinning with feverish heat. A dull pain pulsed in the center of his forehead but it was nothing in comparison to the burning agony currently plaguing his dick. Now he could understand why some Alphas went mad during their rut. During his training at UA and underneath the tutelage of Fatgum, he had honed his self-control until not even something like this could break him but for every other Alpha who hadn’t gone through that, this would be impossible to rationally work through. Even he was reaching his limit!

“Come on!” He growled furiously, “Come on! Come on! Just a…just a little more-! Come on!”

Forcibly ramming his hips forward, Kirishima stretched his mouth open wide to sink his teeth into the jacket. Smooth fabric rasped against his tongue. It might’ve just been his imagination but there was a distinct taste to the fabric – one that sent a dizzying bolt of electricity straight down his spine. Moaning low in his throat, Kirishima scraped up the last bit of his focus to hone in on the combination of the taste and smell. He dragged his tongue across the jacket, shivering as even more of that sweet taste coated his taste buds. Just a little bit more…he just needed a little bit more-! He was so fucking close-! Curling his fingers deeper into the pillow, Kirishima slammed forward a couple more times before, with a snorting grunt, he finally came. It was…abysmal. There was the tiniest of pleasure, followed by the most infuriatingly unsatisfactory afterglow that was pebbled with disappointment and fury.

Collapsing over onto his side, Kirishima slapped a hand over his face and groaned loudly. His cock was still painfully hard. That gnawing desire hadn’t subsided in the slightest. Even worse, he was now surrounded by the powerful scent of an Omega, which hadn’t faded either. If anything, it was as though his nose was even more sensitive to the smell. There was a mess of white trapped between the pillow. His bedroom was unbearably, uncomfortably hot. He got the feeling that turning on the air conditioner wouldn’t help right now either. This heat was coming from inside him and it wasn’t going to be quelled that easily. Rolling over onto his back, Kirishima slung an arm over his chest. He knew he should be feeling terrible right now for using his intern’s jacket to get off but the frustration was too pronounced for him to feel anything other than angry. Who was he kidding? He should’ve known that never would’ve worked the way he wanted it to.

Chewing on his lower lip, Kirishima turned his head to glance over at his phone. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. The thought of having to endure a couple more days of this bullshit made his stomach clench. Fat had tried to warn him. He was the one too stupid to listen to his elder. That, however, didn’t mean he had to deal with it. While he still couldn’t bring himself to indulge in one of those services, there were other things he could do to make this a little more bearable. Though, anything would be preferable to fucking a pillow. Sitting up with a groan, Kirishima reached out to snag his phone. It’d be embarrassing to have to ask one of his friends to get him some “supplies” to help him through his rut but he was sure Midoriya or Todoroki wouldn’t flinch much. Even if they did, not like there was much he could do now. He couldn’t go back to the pillow. No matter how desperate he was. And really, his only other option was to find an Omega within the next couple of hours.

There was no way he’d sink that low, no matter how much his instincts were screaming at him to claim and bite…but it might be a good idea to, at least, start looking for a partner.