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      Kaminari_Denki
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      bottom, Comedy, Knotting, slick, heat_-_Freeform, Heat_Cycles, Angst,
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      Anal_Fingering, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Mating, Oral_Sex, Porn_With_Plot,
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      Gay, Coming_of_Age, Smut, Love_Triangle, Quirks, Anal, Slight_Cannon
      divergence, Wordcount:_10.000-30.000, 10k, Barebacking, First_Time, Short
      Chapters, begins_right_after_the_sports_festival, Growing_Up,
      Nontraditional_dynamics, nontraditional_a/b/o, Omegaverse, Oblivious
      Bakugou
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      Published: 2017-05-10 Updated: 2018-03-28 Chapters: 15/? Words: 14640
****** Mating season ******
by Ailovlovyuu
Summary
     When an omega goes into heat it can trigger a chain reaction. Their
     heats will sync up. Students at the UA call this week "mating
     season". All the omegas become sensitive to touch and smell. This
     cycle Bakugou Katsuki finds himself hungry with want. What will he
     do? Is he really presenting as an omega?
Notes
     This is my first fic, so be nice. I'm definitely planning on
     continuing and things are going to get smuttier as time goes on.
***** Chapter 1 *****
There's no way that he, Bakugou Katsuki, was a mother fucking omega. He just
couldn't be, not after Deku presented as an alpha. Now, that same nerd sat
behind him smelling delicious. Bakugou knew he was going to present this week
by the sensitivity of his nose. Sure, he had noticed Deku's scent last month
when he presented. The way Deku smelled of the forest after a spring shower,
but so did the whole class. It had faded quickly enough. Though now the scent
was engulfing him to point of distraction. He really wanted to punch that dork
in the face.
It was that time of the year. The first omega to begin the chain reaction was
that lipless bastard in Class B. He went home the day before his heat began in
proper, but it was too late. Class B had already been flooded with omegan
pheromones. The omegas would soon, one by one, begin slipping into their own
heats but not before a hellacious week of flirting. Omega's would be more
sensitive to touch and smell in the 3-7 days before their heat. This was the
pandemonium the students referred to as, "mating season".
As always, Todoroki began his leave at the first whispers of Honenuki's heat.
None of his classmates thought twice about it. The repetitive nature of his
avoidance of this week had most speculating that Todokroki was an omega.
Outside of this peculiarity, he had never given indication of any dynamic. Due
to his heavy use of suppressants, even his scent was a mystery. The presented
omegas in 1-A were Kouda, Uraraka, Ojiro, and Ashido. Bakugou had NO interest
in joining their ranks.
Soon the stream of confessions would begin. The others, betas and alphas, would
take this opportunity to ask out the suddenly sensitive and slightly needy
omegas. Not that it was always successful, but the omegas would be more candid
about their feelings, more sympathetic. Bakugou's own sensitivity seemed to be
alpha centered. What was he going to do? Snuggle up on a beta, hoping they
won't try to fuck him? The thought of it made his stomach wretch.
On the first day "mating season" struck Class 1-A, the class was already
buzzing with anticipation. Ojiro and Hagakure, the only mated pair in class,
were in constant contact. Though he sat two rows away from her, his tail would
snake around Shoji's chair to caress his alpha. Their mixed scent smelled like
bubblegum and freshly churned dirt. For Ashido and Uraraka it began with
calling the other by her first name. Rumor had it that they spent their heats
together. An omega pairing was rare so they brought many spectators from other
classes to pine over the cute couple.
Bakugou's first hint of his inclination came on day three. Kouda had already
began his leave, the pheromones too thick for his sensitive composition. First
thing in the morning, Kirishima bopped his way over to Bakugou's desk.
"Ne, Bakugou," Kirishima sighed, putting his weight into Bakugou's desk. He
leaned in deep and with a breathy whisper, "Can you imagine those two spend
their heat together?" Bakugou's eyes drifted to their omegan couple. Three days
deep found them nuzzling into eachothers necks and giggling at secrets passed
in whispers between them. Bakugou took note of how much this cycle was
effecting his friend. It was uncharacteristic of the red head to take note of
another classmate as anything but platonic. He never gawked at omegas and was
more the type to go red if one would brush against him in the sensitive time of
mating season. Bakugou's attention was slowly drawn towards the scent his
friend was no doubt unconsciously seeping. As he sniffed at the air, the smell
of burning cedar and damp stones invaded his nostrils. Then Aikawa-sensei
walked in and the scent was gone. Everyone returned to their seats and he
continued about his day.
After an impressive show of force during hero training, Bakugou sauntered back
to the group, a cocky smile playing across his lips. Praising his friend,
Kirishima threw an arm around Bakugou and pulled him close. The omega's nose
was flooded once more by the comforting scent of river stones and cedar. "Ne,
bastard, you smell good," Bakugou said softly, without his usual edge. He began
to draw his nose slowly up the other boy's body. Kirishima blushed as the other
boy got to his neck, just opposite his scent gland. Bakugou's mouth began to
water.
"Hey Bakugou, could it be.." a big smile crept across his face. Kirishima
gripped his friend's shirt. "Is our little Bakugou, finally presenting! As an
o-" Kirishima was cut off by an explosion assaulting the arm draped around
Bakugou. Luckily for the red head his quirk activated in time to stave off any
real damage.
"Shut up! I'll kill you, bastard!" Bakugou, yelled while marching off.
"Hey, don't be like that." Kirishima called after him. He followed the blond
around a corner. "STOP", he commanded unconsciously heavy with alpha authority.
Bakugou found himself locked in place. The red head grabbed him by the wrist
and spun the blond around to face him. Bakugou's sharp eyes were dripping with
anger but also with something else. Kirishima had noticed.
"Let go of me, asshole, or I'll end you", Bakugou snarled through clenched
teeth. Just because Kirishima was the only non-shitty person in class, didn't
mean Bakugou wouldn't put him in his place.
Then the red head caught a whiff of a summer storm. It was his turn to lean in.
Bakugou, had been in a hurry to escape. Only now he realized that they were
alone. That he had been grabbed after rounding a corner. No one could see them
now. This sent a shiver dow his spine that reverberated deeply beneath his gut.
"Stop", Bakugou threatened. He wanted desperately to shake off the hand around
his wrist. It wasn't even tight. It was cool and relaxing. The coolness of
Kirishima's skin complemented his scent. It washed over him. Bakugou was
standing still in a raging river, trying not to be taken down stream. What was
happening to him? Since when did his friend make him feel such intensity?
Kirishima walked forward, still clutching the blond. Trying to fight the
swelling inside his chest, Bakugou backed away. He feared the shooting
sensations of need any further contact would send through him. Then his back
was at the wall and Kirishima was pressed against him. Oh god, did he feel so
fucking good. Control was spiraling out of Bakugou's hands.
"Is it true? You like my scent?" Kirishima tentatively inquired. It was barely
over a whisper as if he didn't notice their isolation. It was as if he were
sharing a secret and in a way he was. "No ones ever told me that before," He
blushed. Then he did the unexpected, an intimate gesture saved for long time
mates. He tilted his head and presented his scent glad to Bakugou. His
pheromones flooded off him. The tide was too strong and now Bakugou was
drowning.
Bakugou was instantly hard. He interlaced his free hand into red spiky hair and
gripped tight. He shoved his nose into Kirishima's sweet spot. Bakugou's hot
tongue lapped at the gland. Kirishima moaned. No one had ever touched him in
this way before. To be desired in an adult way. He'd stepped through a door he
did know was there. A sudden fear jumped from the pleasure. Kirishima shoved
himself back off the hungry boy. Both boys hot, hard and panting. The world
spun a little faster. Their hearts threatened to leap out of their chests.
Faces red they both fled. They each were desperate in their sprint.
Simultaneously they stopped, believing that they had put enough distance
between the other. But then they made eye contact. They had inadvertently fled
in the same direction at the same pace. Each boy jumped.
"Don't fucking follow me!" Bakugou exclaimed. His face still beat red.
"I-I didn't," Kirishima stumbled over his words. His face equally red. He took
a step forward with his arms held out.
The scene against the wall was still fresh in Bakugou's mind. It played on his
eyelids when Kirishima began his approach.
"Stay the fuck away from me, PERVERT!!" Kirishima pulled his arms back in shock
at the acid being spewed by his dear blond.
"No, that's not...", the red head attempted to defend.
"You still have a fucking boner, alpha bastard!" Bakugou pointed out,
gesticulating wildly while Kirishima attempted to cover his shame. This back
and forth drew on for several more minutes. That is until Kirishima fell to the
ground laughing.
"Omega or not, it really doesn't matter. You never change." He chuckled. This
sent Bakugou into one of his you-looking-down-on-me-punk fits. The normality of
the interaction soothed Kirishima's anxious heart. "You're still the manliest
dude I know." He cooed. The stroke to his ego was all that Bakugou needed to
put the situation behind the pair. They made their way to the classroom,
Bakugou sauntered with hands in his pockets, masculinity reinstated. Silently
they decided to put the event behind them. They were foolish to think that it
would be that easy. Mating season had just begun.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Secret's out...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
If Bakugou was trying to hide his omegan nature maybe hanging all over an
alpha, wasn't the most subtle choice. The eyes of the every unmated alpha
drifted towards the suddenly very physical pair. The fact that Bakugou remained
unscented by an alpha and yet clung to one was seen as extremely suggestive, to
say the least. The act even caught the eyes of some betas. It stirred the
desire to touch and take.
Kirishima had already convinced himself that this was all platonic. He let go
of any possessiveness that rose in his throat. Bakugou felt secure in his
position with Kirishima. He felt respected and in control. So if he felt like
leaning into Kirishima it's not like they were going to have a repeat of
outside. They had already established who was on top. What Bakugou didn't
understand was why Kaminari and Sero felt the need to walk him home. Then
again, why the fuck not? He's a fucking G. Having already dominated one alpha
it was natural that more would follow suit. He excelled, so it was only a
matter of time before he would garner followers. It had been that way since
childhood.
Bakugou had been lazily draped over one of Kirishima's shoulder when a few of
their classmates made their approach at the end of the day. The intimate detour
they had taken back to class had drained Bakugou and he was glad the day was
coming to an end. At least that's what he thought before he found himself
surrounded. Even Mina and Ochako were pulled out of their own world by the
scandal. Mina bounced over with a giggling Ochako being pulled along.
Accross the room Kaminari whispered with Sero and Mine ta at the nonsense that
was BAKUGOU FUCKING KATSUKI being an omega.
"I don't know what's better, Bakugou not being an alpha or having another omega
in class!" Mineta exclaimed under his breath. His gaze exploring the body's of
the classes omegas.
"I thought he'd for sure present as an alpha and we'd all be shit out of luck.
I mean just imagining having to compete with him for mates sounds exhausting."
Sighed Kaminari. Reaching his arm back he rubbed at the back of his neck.
Mineta nodded stoically beside him.
"But, you know-," Sero trailed off eyes glued to Bakugou as he glared from
Kirishima's side, "omega fits too, Bakugou's kinda like a tsundere princess."
The alphas and their tiny beta cohort blushed wide eyed. They each angled their
bodies in any direction away from the object of their desires. They pretended
not to stare. Just as they began letting their minds run wild with the erotic
fantasies only a teenage boy could conjure, they were interrupted by an
explosion.
"Wanna say that again, you beta speed freak??" Sneered Bakugou. His fist
smoldered into Iida's uniform as he drew the taller boy deeper towards his
face. Iida fumbled with his hands, eyes darting between his smoking shirt and
the matching flames in Bakugou's eyes.
"I-I just," Iida stumbled desperately, " Bakugou-san, its just that a single
omega really shouldn't-".
He was cut off by Bakugou.
"EEEHH?? Omega, did you say? I'm going to fuck u-" he roared, fuming.
Kirishima's arms wrapping tightly around his waist and stiffened. " Waaaah! You
fucking bastard! Let me go..."' Bakugou shouted at his capture. He continued to
kick and scream like a small child throwing a tantrum. Kirishima began
releasing a calming scent in response to his volatile friend's distress. Slowly
the chemicals wrapped around Bakugou, actively soothing him. The shouting grew
quite until he was standing still in Kirishima's arms. When Kirishima let go,
Bakugou huffed,crossed his arms and looked away. The pouting while still being
in physical contact via leaning his back against his level headed companion,
did not escape his spectators. It in fact turned many on.
The three that huddled around Mineta's desk gaped.
"Holy shit, that was pretty cute..." Kaminari mumbled as warmth stirred in his
pants.
Sero smirked, "looks like he just need an alpha to put him in his place". He
was all teeth and there was a hint of something dark in his eyes.
"I'd watch that", Mineta piped in.
They watched Bakugou march out of the classroom. Kaminari was hot on his heels
and well, Sero's an alpha and it was mating season.
Chapter End Notes
     Fear not, I promised smut and smut you shall get.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Seems that Todoroki can't control himself during mating season...
Chapter Notes
     Did I promise smut? Well lookie here...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Shouto Todoroki penetrated the toy, damning his rut. He pressed his face into
the pillow covered in faux omega pheromones. The wrongness of it disgusted him
but it was the best he could do. His piece of shit of a father was not getting
what he wanted out of him. Of course his father needed an alpha son to destroy
All Might. Todoroki was manufactured to be the ultimate alpha. It had many
faults but the worst of all was the sensitivity to omega's heats. He would be
sent into a rut with even the slightest whiff of slick. Luckily most omegas
would be safely tucked into their nest, far from sight by the time slick was
present. Though the thought always scared him, what if one day he did run into
an omega outside their dens, slick running down their thighs? He was afraid of
how turned on it made him in his current state.
He breathed deeply into the shaggy fluff of his pillow, sucking up all that he
could and began pumping. In his haze, an image began to form in his minds eye.
When he closed his eye he could see an omega beneath him. His omega's moaning
in his ears, getting louder and higher with each thrust. Grabbing a handful of
hair to expose their neck. The toy gripped Todoroki's swelling cock. It was
filled with omega scented lube but not in his fantasy. No, not while he was
this deep into his rut. It was a tight hole dripping with slick, hungry for his
seed. He shifted from rough loud thrusts that made the viscous liquid spur out,
to a deep grind. This motion would have his omega singing. Oh god, he could
almost hear it! At this point they'd be begging for his knot. It swelled at its
base and started to catch on the soft entrance. In his mind his omega mewled,
turned around and Midoriya begged to be filled with his pups.
"Agh, please Shouto! I- need it! Please, fill me with your pups! ALPHA!" The
Izuku Midoriya of his mind cried out. Todoroki cam instantly.
In the moment of pure clarity after his knot locked him in place. He knew that
he had to crush these feelings. Midoriya was not an omega, he was an alpha just
like Todoroki. He knew right then and there that he was so fucked.
Chapter End Notes
     I was impatient so I'm posting it without my editor's eye. Forgive
     the spelling mistakes and typos. The next chapter was once one with
     this one but I felt like this was a more natural stopping place.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou, say goodbye to your virginity!
     We're picking back up where we left off in chapter two.
Chapter Notes
     Things are finally coming together. If you know what I mean... *wink
     wink nudge nudge *
See the end of the chapter for more notes
So, fuck that walk. Those bitches were shitty was fuck. Bakugou should have
known something was up when they were suddenly all up on his dick. They kept
toughing him. Kaminari wanted to get food, said that it'd even be on him. Fuck
it if Bakugou's going to pass up a free meal. So they're on their way, right?
Kaminari just can't stop fucking talking. Was Bakugou listening? Fuck no! It
was all garbage nonsense, that fucking Pikachu was spouting. Kaminari kept
making these grand gestures only to rest his hand on Bakugou's person. These
light touches left a lingering aroma. It was metallic like old pots and pans.
It snaked its way up his nostrils and gripped tight at something he couldn't
quite pinpoint. Sero wasn't much better. He stood too close, kept
"accidentally" bumping into his ass and brushing against his fingers. At one
point Sero leaned in deeply from behind and whispered into Bakugou's ear. It
was breathy, full of scent. He deliberately brushed his lips against Bakugou's
skin. It sent a shiver down Bakugou's spine. He witnessed Kaminari begin to tug
at his clothing. His eyes traveling down Bakugou's form, lips parted. Sero
wrapped his hands around Bakugou's waist. They roamed up and under his uniform.
Sero realesed his scent in mass. It was one of herbal tea and freshly cut
lemons. It caused Bakugou's head to spin.
In response, Bakugou blew those fuckers up. He kicked their ass and left them
in a back alley. He marched away in a huff.
Once out of sight, he slowed. He felt hot and his uniform became unbearably
uncomfortable. It was like it had suddenly shrunk. His clothes were
suffocatingly too tight. He could still feel Sero's hands. It tingled where
Sero touched. Bakugou began to sway. His vision blurred. How did he get here?
Where's his house? He just wanted to crawl into his bed. Grinding his thighs
together stimulated a growing wetness. He was hot. So fucking hot, like if he
sparked right now he'd destroy an entire city block.
He was taken by a need. Bakugou was lonelier than he'd even felt in his entire
life. There was a hunger in him. His loins were demanding something of him. It
yearned to be filled. It fucked him up so much that he couldn't even fight it.
It was intoxicating. He was drunk with desire.
Then a sudden blast came from the wall of a large house before him. Bakugou
couldn't make heads or tails of it, not in his state. A missing wall? An
explosion? Ice? These impossibilities were wasted on this intoxicated lush. He
felt no shock from the blast. Instead he began to stumble towards it. He knew
that what he needed was waiting for him. He could smell it. The fragrance
called to the horny boy. His hard cock and dripping hole perpetuated him
forward.
Then he found it. It burned his innards. It cooled his animalism. It took him,
saved him. The force shoved its way inside of him and growled. It called forth
something in the newly presented omega. It had him mewling. The endorphins were
flowing, telling him that he was exactly where he needed to be, mounted by an
Alpha.
Bakugou was high on his instincts. Endorphins flooded his brain as a reward for
doing what his body was made to do. The alpha nuzzled his nose deep into
Bakugou's spikes, which had already began to sag from the sweat and humidity
the two caused. Bakugou arched his back to allow his alpha in deeper. It hurt.
It felt good. Bakugou's head was reeling, it couldn't catch up. Pleasure and
pain mingled effortlessly within him. He boomed when the alpha took a rough
fist full of hair and yanked his head to the side. After exposing and licking
his scent gland, Bakugou's hole began dripping with slick. His alpha responded
by slamming him harder. Slick spurted out with every rough thrust. It felt so
intense. Bakugou's tongue forced its way out of his mouth as if begging to be
filled. His cock dripped endless precum. Then the alpha rested up against
Bakugou's ripe ass and ground deep. Bakugou screamed in pleasure. He couldn't
be quite, couldn't control his mouth. He begged to be filled with pups. He
moaned, "Alpha, please let me cum"! The knot began to catch on the tight lip of
Bakugou's stretched soaked hole. He cam on his alpha's knot. The knot was huge,
all too big for the little virgin ass it was taking. Then Bakugou felt hot cum
invade his innards. Something primal released endorphins in praise. He had
pleased his alpha. His body went limp as sleep called to him.
Suddenly his eyes shot open. WHAT THE FUCK?? Holy fucking shit, there's a big
ass dick in his fucking ass. Some cunt ass mother fucker just fucked him. Holy
shit, what the fuck did he just say. His face was red as his palms. He prepared
to strike down the cunt that had the audacity to impale him. He tried to turn
around entirely to face his capture only to find himself properly cemented to
their knot. Both boys gasped at the rough tug on their sensitive skin.
The alpha's rut suddenly satisfied, he began to blink wildly. He realized that
somehow he'd ended up outside and that it was no toy he had knotted. In horror
he watched his victim turn their head to face him. He had lost control. His
worst nightmare had come to pass.
Bakugou sneered and lifted an open palm. It was sparking ready for attack. Then
their eyes met and they were struck with undeniable recognition. The little
omegan rage monster swore he'd destroy that fucking half and half bastard...
after he gets free from Todoroki's knot.
Chapter End Notes
     All right, player number two has joined the ranks.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Enter... Midoriya.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for waiting! I'm sorry it took so long! Enjoy
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Ka-KACHAN!!" Midoriya stuttered as he entered the classroom. Bakugou Katsuki
shifted uncomfortably in his seat to properly shoot daggers at the shitty nerd
that dared to bring any more attention to him. It wasn't as if everyone wasn't
already staring at him. The whispering had started long before Midoriya. How
could it not? Kaminari, Sero, and Bakugou came in with matching burns and
bruises. That is not to exclude another banged up classmate who's very presence
during mating season was enough to stir an uproar of gossip.
Midoriya rushed to Bakugou's side, with that shitty look on his face. The nerd
zeroed in on him, as if he were the only injured party. Those pleading,
concerned eyes always reminded him of how much better Deku was then him.
With a stomp, Bakugou climbed on his desk. Shoving his thumb into his chest, he
shouted for the whole class to hear, "Ya know what fuckers, I'm an omega. If
you got a problem with that or think that changes anything, I'll beat you just
like these ass clowns!" Bakugou gestured to yesterday's aggressors.
Bakugou huffed and puffed in the silence following his display, before
returning once more to pouting in his seat.
"Kachan..." Midoriya prompted and the room around them fell away. It was Deku's
scent, it hit him like a strong wind and whisked him to the forest near his
home during a summer sprinkle. He was small again, in a way. His ego began to
slip. Katsuki, turned to find that only he and Izuku remained. Izuku was
holding his gaze. It was as if he'd never really seen Izuku before. Those big
green eyes that once held a child's fear had sharpened. They were now solid and
certain. When did his body grow dense with muscle? Katsuki's heart hitched, his
eyes watched Izuku's supple lips as the young boy finished his thought, "... is
just Kachan."
 
The room was instantly drowning in the pungent odor of omegan need. Bakugou's
mouth watered and his whole body tingled with want. His skin screamed to be
touched. Alpha. The word rang out through his entire being. It had been an
eventful 24 hours and in all that time this was the first moment when he found
himself wanting to be claimed. It was all over his scent. Izuku blushed hard,
and much like the rest of the class his cock began to react.
This late into mating season all the other omegas and their mates had already
begun their leave. Bakugou sat, the only omega in most of the school, lusting
openly. Something rose in the newly presented alpha's throat, something
adudatious. Testing it on his palate, barely adudable, Izuku mouthed,
"Katsuki".
Slick coated Bakugou's hole immediately.
Then they were suddenly interrupted by a jagged wall of ice. Todoroki's growl
rumbled deep and loud. He bared his teeth. His whole body was rigid and veins
popped from his neck.
WHY?? FUCKING WHY?
Todoroki knew he should stop. His heart was racing. He couldn't let it go on.
He couldn't sit there and see the blossoming of possiblity Midoriya was having
with somebody else. The world was cruel enough to damn him by making them each
alphas but did it have to throw it in his face? Todoroki loved Midoriya so
loudly, it deafened his rationality, his fears. It clouded all his thoughts.
Before this he thought he could suppress it. He hoped it could be buried deep
but like everything he buried, Midoriya excavated it. He couldn't watch. His
malcontent just wasn't that easy. There were the parts of him he couldn't
control. Those alpha instincts that tied him to Bakugou, the omega he had just
seeded. He knew Bakugou couldn't get pregnant outside his heat. Logically he
knew he wasn't carrying his pups but before he knew it he was walking him home.
He was cooing to soothe the sore and angry omega the day before as day slipped
into night. Logic was the opposite of what drove him during the heat week
idiots called mating season.
The omega freshly seeded, the love of his life, without precision his hormone
ridden brain yelled, MINE.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm on vacation so I'll be getting the next one out today or
     tomorrow!! If you like my work, please feel free to drop a comment.
     Thanks for sticking with me this long.
     Things are about to get mighty smutty...
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Smut!!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Todoroki rushed the pair. He engulfed the whole room in ice but kept a small
pocket of air, a nest. The blast had floored Bakugou, making it easy for
Todoroki to take him. Todoroki was too far gone. He was sent once more
spiraling into a rut. Then again, had he ever fully escaped it? Bakugou's scent
was close enough to Midoriya's, as if fucking made for each other. They were
both rain based, fresh scents. Midoriya's a bit more earthy while there was a
the undertone of something static in Bakugou. All that or the slick of an omega
had called to the alpha.
He took hold of Bakugou's arms and pulled them taut behind his back. Todoroki
froze them in shackles, just long enough to slip off the omega's pants.
Bakugou's body wouldn't move. It remembered yesterday. It still was craving
from Izuku. He was slow on the uptake. His alpha was taking him, but wait, was
he? His omegan side chittered in conflict. The alpha on him knotted him last
night so doesn't that make THIS alpha, his alpha? Wait, but no, no no no...
this alpha was not his mate. His alpha wasn't here. His alpha made his body
demand a claim, this was an imposter. Then Todoroki's tongue began lapping at
his entrance.
Bakugou's back arched, his eyes flew open, and Todoroki buried his face deep
between his legs. The alpha took in Bakugou's scent, like a hound on the trail
of his pray. He nuzzled into the soft flesh above the hole he was massaging
open. Todoroki's tongue was so hot. It felt immoral and right, a contradiction
that was pretty fucking hot. Both of their cocks stood at attention. Precum
slipped down Bakugou's shaft. The angst started to slip away with the memory of
Izuku. Suddenly there was just pleasure. He ground down hard on the source of
the pleasure. The young omega spread his legs wider, shifted his weight to his
heels and lifted his ass. This gave him more control. It tightened his hole,
intensifying the pleasure. He was sopping. He saturated Todoroki, slick
dribbling from his chin and pooled on the floor. He moaned so loudly it
reverberated through their frozen, makeshift nest. The tremor could be felt by
the rest of the class still frozen in place.
Midoriya Izuku's mind reeled. What was happening? What were these feelings?
Only now did he realize that Todoroki vaugly smelled like Bakugou. Are they
mates? Izuku didn't see a claim mark on either of them. What was that reaction
earlier from Bakugou? He barely said anything and Bakugou was coated in slick.
That couldn't possibly mean... anything, could it? That's right, Bakugou
wouldn't feel anything for... so if that's the case, then Bakugou may be
entering his heat! Bakugou? Heat? Oh my God, Bakugou's an omega?!? If he is
then Todoroki could be taking advantage of him right now? Todoroki's being an
alpha isn't really that much of a s-
"MIDORIYA! Stop mumbling to yourself and help get us out of this ice!" His
classmates shouted.
 
"Brought back to his senses, Izuku used One-for-All to destroy their icy
prison, along with his index finger. It made quick work of Todoroki's ice nest
as well. Peering in to the chamber he found Bakugou absently rutting and
stroking himself rigorously. His body was too sexy with small sparks, had
burned away his clothes and danced accross his exposed skin like fireflies.
Todoroki looked up from his work panting. He was sobbing. Tears streaming down
his face, he crawled towards Izuku. Each of the pungent pair's pupils were the
size of dinner plates. They pined, it hurt. Their den invaded by the sight and
perfume of the one they yearned for. Together they reached out to him and
cried:
"Izuku, save me"
"Izuku, save me"
Midoriya Izuku's cock hardened, knot swelled, and before the whole class, he
came in his pants.
Chapter End Notes
     I know my chapters are really short. I write and post everything from
     my phone. Maybe one of these days I will hop on a computer and post a
     nice long chapter.
      
     Leave a comment, I'd love your feedback.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou's first heat and he asks his best friend to help him through
     it.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Kirishima Eijirou looks himself over, self consciously, after clearing some of
the condensation off the bathroom mirror. Swiveling his head to take in his
features, before turning his eyes to his developing body. He sighed. His
muscles were toned and chiseled. He was by all definitions a fine alpha, better
than many his age. Though that's not what Kirishima saw when faced with his own
reflection, not today. Kirishima was more conservative than most these days. He
was traditional. He believed in courting properly. That one should respect each
gender's strengths. That as an alpha, it's his job to not take advantage of
those who are sensitive to his pheromones. He spent a lot of his time reeling
in his nature. Holding it in a tight little internal ball. He wanted to wait to
touch until he found the one that'll become his mate. He wanted to fall in
love, not that he'd ever actually say that. When his best friend jumped head
first into his heat in the middle of class. The teachers coming in and ripping
apart all the fuming students, most of the class quarantined in rut rooms. His
friend's dripping hole... his drooling mouth... begging to be saved...filled.
His sweating body dripping in want being dragged out of class by the worlds
most famous omega, the living legend himself. The same symbol of peace that
pulled him to the side after classes with an offer. How could he say no? His
parents even consented eagerly, how could he decline? He pressed the thick
patch over his scent gland. Blushing even now thinking about how his parents
had it waiting for him when he got home. They had eagerly packed him a week's
worth of tools and necessities for the next few days. This was an honor. To be
chosen by an omega, to take them for their first heat. It was an honor, he told
himself. It was his duty as a man to be there for his friend. Even if he wasn't
the one his blond cohort begged for. He would do it for duty, while taking his
true wish and folding it up. It was his first time. He wanted it to be special.
He wished to do it in love and while being loved. He pulled on his hoodie and
walked out the door to go make love to someone who doesn't love him.
 
 
Things happened quickly and unceremoniously the first time. One minute he walks
into Bakugou's musky humid nest the next they were knotted, bound together
sleeping.
The nest was well made. Bakugou's father had stopped by the store and bought
all new nesting cushions and pillows. He was proud and pleased to have another
omega in the house. When Bakugou had returned home after his display at school,
he was feral. His parents found it painfully charming and lead their little
omega to his bedroom. Bakugou's instincts knew how to make himself a nest. It
was the only thing that distracted him from his insatiable lust. It took all
day, right up to the point Kirishima walked through his door, before the nest
was perfect.
Now they were locked together by Kirishima's knot, sleeping. The act didn't
last very long. They were both clumsy and lust fueled. Even in their
inexperience, they had exhausted themselves. To maintain as much comfort and
contact as possible they had twisted themselves into a pseudo- sitting
position. Bakugou laid on his back with legs draped over those of Kirishima,
that was curled on his side in spooning position. Half asleep Kirishima's eyes
lazed open. He nuzzled against Bakugou's exposed chest with forehead before
lightly brushing his lips to the toned damp muscles. Suddenly taken by
loneliness or desire or impulse, Kirishima ran his fingers up a naked Bakugou,
ending in his hair. The normally spiky blond strands were surprisingly soft in
Kirishima's grip. Kirishima shifted, trying to reach the soft pink plump on
Bakugou's face. He softly uttered the omega's name, who just made small noises
without even opening an eye.
"Bakugou, you're too far." Kirishima whispered breathy. Kirishima's softening
knot began to slip from Bakugou. This made Bakugou whine, like a pup, in
protest. At last opening his eyes only to find a panting needy Kirishima slowly
encroaching on his face. Why didn't he mind? It looked nice. It was a good way
to lose a first kiss. He blushed and accepted his friend's tender lips brushing
against his own. It felt soft. In close proximity they took each other's scent.
They breathed in each other's humidity for a while. Kirishima at last brought
them together. It was chaste. Closed mouth with closed eyes. It was of course
his first kiss as well. It felt right so he followed it with another firmer
kiss. This was different from sex. Kissing Kirishima felt safe and sure.
Bakugou parted his lips to take in more of his friend. Absently he allowed the
Kirishima's cock to slip from his insides, and the alpha's cum was quick to
follow. It was intimate and warm. They probed each other's mouths, searched
their hot damp caverns. Free to roam, Kirishima parted Bakugou's legs to get a
proper angle deepening their tender, slow kiss. When he pulled back, it was
only slightly. They held eachother's eyes. The scent of cum crept into
Kirishima's nose and with that, instinct took over once more. As an alpha it
was his job to keep his omega clean. So he crawled between his omega's legs and
began to dine. His tongue lapped up the cum and slick, swallowing it down in
big gulps. He fetched a bottle of water and shared it with his temporary mate.
Soon Bakugou was begging for another knot. The alpha obliged, trying not to
think too much about the ones his omega would rather have between his legs.
Bakugou's heat lasted a week and a half. That length was just about unheard of.
His parents giggled with their friends, claiming they're destined to have many
grandchildren. He and Kirishima exchanged nearly no words the entire ten day
period. What they were in that room was something separate than who they were
and who they were to each other. They were things apart. Kirishima understood,
how his parents could be so flippant about sending their child to go spend days
making love to a person they'd never met. In their nest, they were omega and
alpha not Kirishima and Bakugou, not Eijirou and Katsuki.
In the clarity of post heat they would turn bright red at the things they did.
No one ever told Bakugou that during his heat his body would reject solid food.
Being a male omega, that would be the only way to keep his mating flap open,
keeping his birth canal ready for an alpha. As if that wasn't emotionally
traumatizing enough, NO ONE mentioned that the only way to get nutrients was to
swallow Kirishima's FUCKING LOADS! Not that his body didn't just know how to
get what it needed. Was he even a person? Katsuki avoided mirrors for awhile
after that. But he didn't avoid Eijirou. No, not him. No matter how sideways
things got with how Katsuki felt about all the craziness that came with his
presentation, his friend had seen him through the worst of it and came out the
same. They didn't notice when they started using each other's given names. It
just sort of fell into place. It was like sliding into a favorite cushion, your
body had already worn down a perfect you-sized nook. Something happened in his
den. When he was useless, Kirishima cleaned him, kept him nourished. They
weren't mates, not for lack of trying. Though they had used protection. Those
thick patches that keep fangs from the scent gland. What the FUCK would've
happened without those fucking patches. Mated before 16, what was he a fucking
cliche, was it the 80's. Bakugou's shoulder was purple day nine and Kirishima's
gums were bloodied by the intensity he gnawed at the gland tucked safe beneath
its protective patch. Kirishima wasn't driven by possessiveness, even while
balls deep in his rut. His instincts said, "keep". They said, "protect". His
heart told him to take care of this omega, in the only ways his body knew how.
Sure, he gnashed his teeth in against it out of lust. He bit it as his knot
began to catch on Bakugou's velvety hole, to hold the omega in place to be
properly drilled and knotted. Then there were the quieter moments. It was in
those times of being locked together by Eijirou's knot. When he worked his
teeth down into the spot thinking of the pups his seed was implanting into
Katsuki's desperate womb. These attempts were slow and deep. This had Bakugou
mewling. They did things for each other in the nest. Eijirou licked away
Katsuki's tears on that last day. When their roles fell away and they were
themselves again, Katsuki shook. Eijirou could feel it too, the fear of what
they are but for him it was quieter. He was used to taking parts of himself,
hiding them away and no longer allowing them to be an option. He brought his
friend close while he sobbed, both pretending he was still under the influence
of his heat.
When they returned to class, mating season had come to an end but the trouble
it brought persisted.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you everyone for taking your time to enjoy my work. I'd also
     like to throw in a special thanks to everyone who bookmarked and
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     that get me through.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Class is in session
Chapter Notes
     Trying something new. Let me know what you think...
It was on this day that Todoroki Shoto, died... at least he hoped. Mating
season was over. His rut was over. Everyone would be back in class this morning
for the first time in a week. Well just about, Yaoyorzu had texted that a
certain rage-powered omega wasn't in class yet. That being the case, he most
likely wouldn't be attending classes at all today. Bakugou was the first to
class everyday. Not that Todoroki understood why. So he could scowl at a wall
for an extra thirty minutes? Bakugou would never be doing homework or playing
on his phone, just starting. When did Todoroki begin to notice... how long has
he been staring? Last week's events played on the back of his eyelids. He could
see tears and fireflies. He could feel heat and taste slick on his tongue.
Before he had time to feel bad, which he did (at least when he wasn't furiously
touching himself to it, which to be honest characterized the last half of his
rut), Todoroki turned the corner and ran right into Midoriya. They stood
staring for a beat before turning bright red and looking anywhere but each
other. The heat in his face, the beating in his chest were just too much.
"S-sorry", Todoroki mumbled, turning on his heels and fleeing. He wasn't
"running" away, he was just adamantly taking quick strides in the opposite
direction. Which of course Midoriya just had to take chase, it was against his
nature to not. This isn't what Todoroki wanted. What a fool to think he could
just glide silently into his desk and into his blessed solitude within the
class.
"Todoroki, wait", Midoriya called softly after him. It was the voice of
something tender and squishy. The taller boy stopped in his tracks and melted.
He looked down to find Midoriya had grabbed his wrist. Midoriya's skin pressed
firmly to his ow, actually touching directly. Todoroki was sure he was going to
die now, very happily. Midoriya gave a small tug to implore that he turn around
to face him. At the tug, Todoroki lithely allowed his whole body to follow,
limp in the hand of something so pure. He drank in the smaller boy with the
lean muscles tuked chastely beneath his uniform. Todoroki gazed into those big
compassionate eyes, knowing that the things they had seen were so different
from his own and loving him for it. Todoroki looked on straight faced with his
natural cool expression but inside he was bubbling with love and warmth.
Midoriya's silken lips were gaping, trying to grasp for words that weren't
coming.
"L-Last week...", he mumbled weakly. The lagoons, the fjords Shoto's love
called eyes, looked down through the dense jungle of lashes to the spot where
their bodies met and widened. Midoriya jumped about six meters out of his skin
and started apologizing, red faced and everything. Todoroki found it reassuring
that he was not the only one that wasn't accustomed to touch. While Midoriya
mumbled away endless spirally like always, a chuckle danced its way from behind
Todoroki's closed lips.
He ruffled Midoriya Izuku's fluff of hair as he walk past, "Come on, let's get
to class. Homeroom's about to start", he stated with a smirk.
Maybe things weren't so bad. Todoroki brightened, thinking that even with
everything that has happened with Bakugou, that maybe it had just been a weird
heat week thing and his life would pick right back up. Life did fall back into
its average swing, whispers and questions by their classmates aside. Well that
is until Bakugou's return later in the week.
----
He was, like always, first to arrive in class. As Bakugou's classmates trickled
in they were instantly taken aback. Alphas and betas present the day of his,
"performance", looked hungrily at the figure that's been their sole
masterbatory muse in the days since. Even the unpresented and omega's gaped in
wonder after having bared witness or heard tales of what had happened. Whispers
flooded the class. It pissed Bakugou off to no end. The classroom was thick
with the stink of his hostility. It was that mess that Todoroki walked straight
into. The class fell instantly silent, eyes darting back and forth between the
two. Niether of the boys flinched or wavered from business as usual. Bakugou
seethed and Todoroki chilled, the mundane normalcy of it all had the whole
classes attention shift to other things. They weren't very far out from the
sports festival and so most were discussing possible agencies to intern with
when Kirishima walked into the room.
----
Being back at school, things felt familiar. It wasn't bad, what he and Katsuki
did. It was just that he wanted very much to return to a time before it. So
when he came bebopping into class, after saying his big friendly hellos to
everyone, he bounced his way to his friend's desk, calling, "Morning Bakugou!"
It came naturally, without a care in the world.
Turning to face him, Bakugou gave one of his signature sneers, "Huh", it wasn't
even a question, just another effort to intimidate. "What do you want,
Eijirou?" He snipped. In that moment the lips drawn up in a sneer were supple
and soft. He could feel them on his own. He could feel them wrapped around his
hardness suckling for nourishment, feel them hot against his ear panting his
name.
"Katsuki", Eijirou said with all the weight of a man. Without the exertion of
any the dominance, in the softest way possible, his instincts said, mine. In
that moment he was an alpha and this was the omega that had needed him so
completely. Todoroki twitched. He was more sensitive then the rest of the class
to the subtleties of the interaction. Knowing that the omega he'd spent his rut
with spent his own heat with a different alpha, rubbed his nature the wrong
way. It didn't help that he was nervous adout Midoriya's reaction to Bakugou's
return. The last thing he need was his love rival being placed on a pedestal.
Todoroki allowed his eyes to wander.
On lookers swooned. Tsuyu-chan and Ashido cooed that it was like a k-drama.
Kaminari and the late bloomer, Shouji, felt the green headed monster of envy
creep up their veins. Kaminari wanted to have been the one to tame Bakugou.
Shouji just wanted someone to look at and be looked at in that way. Kouda
blushed when Kirishima leaned down and whispered in Bakugou's ear. They had all
smelled the way Bakugou's aggression cut off at the utterance of his given
name. Todoroki tried not to roll his eyes.
The class had taken bets on which alpha Bakugou had spent his heat with be it
Kirishima, Todoroki or Midoriya. Now there was no doubt, Sero offered an open
palm to Iida, the keeper of the pot. He did it with a smile and a shrug.
Kirishima had leaned in to ask if he could scent Bakugou. He hardened preparing
himself for the onslaught of explosions that followed. Once Bakugou was done,
Kirishima was on the floor laughing. Then Bakugou was laughing and everything
was normal and okay. They had done what they did. Everyone in the room was
staring and judging and they could all go eat shit. It felt almost good to have
their eyes on him. Let them watch. He'll give them some to see.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou's looking sexy, Kiri's pining, Todoroki's still lost... here
     we go again.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Bakugou leaned deeper into his stretch, opened his legs a little wider. He
smirked, feeling the eyes all over his body. There were a few in his class that
literally stopped to stare, hoping that the volatile omega couldn't see them
from behind his back. It felt like an echo of his former glory. Once he basked
in the light of admiration, he'll take want in its place. They did desire him.
All but the one he wanted. Bakugou watched Izuku, keeping pace with Todoroki,
smiling. Todoroki glanced his way and moved a little closer to Midoriya.
Bakugou twitches, it was a challenge.
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What the fuck was wrong with Kirishima? He must've been a virgin for too long
because he's standing behind his best friend's ass conjuring images of him
bouncing on his dick. Vivid scenes of Bakugou crying and begging for Kirishima
to come closer. The feeling of spinning Bakugou around and pressing down his
shoulders, driving his knot deep. Bakugou's cum hot on his stomach. Nuzzling
their noses, running his hands over Bakugou's sweat, and his heart exploding
while their tongues wrapped in tender longing kisses. He could feel Bakugou's
hands on his face, looking sexy and needy, saying, "Alpha, I love you". Was it
a dream? A memory? All in his head conjured up from the sight of his friend's
ass and he was just a pervert??
"He's doing it on purpose," Mineta interrupted from beside him. This and the
arm snaking around his neck pulled him right out of his daydream. It did help
that Bakugou's attention had shifted and he was marching away in that, I'm-
gonna-kick-you're-ass type of way. Sero pulled Kirishima deeper in his arm and
began digging his knuckles into red spikes.
"You're fucking staring, you know that right? You little shit, remembering all
the fun you had, aren't you?" Sero teased.
"We're all staring," Kaminari chirped in, suddenly beside him. He looked
exasperated, "I just really can't believe you lost your virginity first."
Mineta jumped up and grabbed him by the shoulders, "You have to tell us
everything." He demanded with a shake and an intense look in his eyes.
"Did he beg for a knot?" Sero said lustful in his ear. Bakugou's mouth was hot
on his lips, pleading into Kirishima's panting gaping maw.
Mineta's gripped tighten, "did he cry when he came?" Kirishima could taste
Bakugou's tears on his tongue. The ones heavy with fear from their last day in
the den.
"Did he call you alpha and begged to be filled with your pups?" Kaminari added
as if far away, eyes watching Bakugou's fading form.
Kirishima blushed and bursted from his friend's grasps. He attempted to flee
getting only a few feet before Sero had his tape wrapped around one of his
ankles. He potested as they reeled him in like a prized fish. He kicked and
screamed but they were not letting him off that easily. He didn't want to tell
them what he and Bakugou had shared. It wasn't easy pleasure. It was intense
and full of affection. It hurt. It scarred and took parts he wouldn't get back.
No, that's not it. Kirishima felt greedy. He had possessed Bakugou. He's seen
things that were only his. He wanted to keep those images all to himself. They
weren't for other alphas and betas to pine over, to get ideas over. While
struggling theatrically to scurry away from his friends he watched Bakugou's
back, walking away from him. Big parts of him knew that Bakugou would always be
walking away from him. That it was his place to be walked away from. He was
never to be wanted as a mate or lover by that person , just a place holder.
That's why he had to protect these memories because those may be the only days
that he'll have been looked at and begged for as a man by the one he admired
most. Smart sexy independent Bakugou Katsuki had in those days gave in and
needed no one in this world but Kirishima Eijirou. He took the feelings and
rolled them up and put them away in the place that was, unbeknownst to him,
getting ready to burst. He wasn't one to keep a secret but these memories were
his, deep and real and hidden. Forever.
------
Todoroki had seen Bakugou's posturing as he and Midoriya passed. He'd watched
Midoriya's nostrils flare when they caught his scent, one that Bakugou hadn't
gotten the hand of masking yet. Someone need to get the omega some suppressants
before he set off another mass heat. Todoroki watched out the corner of his eye
as Midoriya's face flushed. Jealousy rose up in Todoroki. Bakugou smelled good,
his omega scent was fresh and pungent, but he also smelled of sex and
satisfaction. He smelled not of cum and slick but of pleasure and contentment.
He smelled like a good mate. He had felt like a good mate. Bakugou's body was
tight and strong outside and all silken fire within. Their first time was a
blur of rut and slick but the scene in the classroom was vivid. Todoroki knew
how receptive and greedy Bakugou's body could be. Can Midoriya sense it? If he
ever tried Bakugou...what would Todoroki have to offer after that?
Todoroki shifted closer to Midoriya. His alpha was showing. He felt protective.
He called Bakugou's body greedy but none we're greedier than his own heart. He
stole a possessive glance at Bakugou. The omegan time bomb, eye twitched.
----
Fuck that bitch. Bakugou's going to fuck up that half and half bastard. He
stomped his way towards them. Slyly Todoroki swept a foot behind he and Izuku,
replacing the pavement with a thin coat of ice. Bakugou's heavy footfalls
reacted immediately to the sudden change in texture. As his legs swept from
beneath him he instantly sent an explosion behind his back, righting him
perpendicular to the ground. Well for all of a few seconds. He teetered and
tottered repeatedly shooting blasts, trying to right himself causing one hell
of a scene. Half the class was laughing at him, everyone was staring exempt the
only person he wants staring. Todoroki's been playing keep away with Deku since
Bakugou presented. Today's look was all the proof he needed. That half-n-half
bastard was looking to die.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou continues to struggle for control over his impulses. Todoroki
     made his own set of mistakes.
Chapter Notes
     Leave a comment, they see me through to the next stage of this
     journey!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He was ready to beat the shit out of that half and half bastard for humiliating
him. Bakugou barreled head first towards Todoroki and Midoriya. Todoroki used
ice to deflect his advances. Bakugou, quick on his feet, effortlessly evaded by
shifting his momentum to tumble over head. Landing powerfully on his feet he
readied himself for a fight but instead found himself face to face with
Midoriya. The world kind of shifted a bit.
He really couldn’t explain what the fuck was wrong with him. Deku, shitty nerd
Deku, all at once just changed for him. Is this what presenting supposed to be
like? You smell the right alpha and it’s over?You don’t even get a say? He just
slipped tripped and fell head over heels for his one true rival. That’s so
fucked, right? Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bakugou was rationalizing it
like this but that part of him was so distant from the present. His mind was
irrelevant. His senses were on fire.
He drank in Midoriya’s flush. The thickness of his lashes and the suppleness of
his glistening bottom lip fixed him to the spot. Their faces only inches apart.
Izuku’s mouth slightly parted, Bakugou could feel the alphas fangs from here.
They were right there, in Deku’s gums, waiting. His scent gland began to ache.
If he looked up from Deku’s lips right now, what would those green eyes hold?
Bakugou closed his eyes for just a moment, he needed to get ahold of himself.
He didn’t account for the fact that once sight was taken out of the picture,
scent became all encompassing. He closed his eyes and he could smell all the
alphas around him. They were musky and deep. They were earth and fire and
leather. He could smell saltwater and winter. Louder than all that he could
smell the forest after rain, Deku’s scent, fresh and familiar. They were 13
again, hiding in the foliage touching each other for the first time. Driven
more by curiousity than pleasure. Clumsy hands against sweaty skin. It was
humid, the air hot and wet. Their pounding hearts adding to the chorus of
cicadas.
Bakugou tilted his head back, “Oh fuck,” he exhaled with a moan. His eyes
trailed downward to Deku’s full lips. Obscenely, Bakugou let a high, needy
whine slip out. Lips which parted wider in response. Lips releasing fragrant
heat in short, quiet pants. It made the hairs on Bakugou’s body stand at
attention. He wondered what they’d feel like on his own.
Wait, WHAT?? What the fuck was he doing. What the fuck did he just say? Oh fuck
ohfuckohfuckohfuck ohfuuuuuuuuck!!
“MOVE NERD! You’re in my way.”
Bakugou shot of an explosion right into Midoriya’s face. He did it to escape.
He was trying to regain control of the situation. Alas the release was a bit
too similar to a release of a very different kinda. It only serves to increase
his scent. Fuck. He could feel it. Everybody knows. He had to get out of here.
Had to get the fuck out of sight. He tried his best not to look like he was
fleeing. He just couldn’t do this. He marched away, huffing and puffing,
playing at normalcy.
 
—————
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no OHNO. That was... t-that was.... well that was a
little too much for Midoriya’s little virgin heart. Bakugou really put the
“sex” in Second Sex Presentation. Of course Bakugou would excel even in this.
Though, Izuku’s heart might explode for a very different reason.
It happened again. Bakugou looked at him and actually saw him. Midoriya had
always been treated like just blip in his periphery. Even when Bakugou was
staring right at him, thats all he ever was. Bakugou looked but never saw
Midoriya Izuku, just Deku. Worthless, frustrating, placeholder Deku. But just
now and before, in the class room during mating season, Midoriya could swear
Bakugou looked at him and didn’t see a thing but a person. It took his breath
away. Midoriya clutched at his chest. Who would’ve thought that even after all
they’ve been through, something like this would make him so happy. He started
to cry.
“Midoriya?”, Todoroki tenderly interjected, “you’ve been mumbling to yourself
again. I couldn’t really- are you happy or sad?”.
Todoroki’s face twisted, just the slightest bit. Anyone else probably wouldn’t
have seen it. They would have heard his flat tone and thought it expressionless
but Izuku could hear the concern. Midoriya’s getting pretty good at deciphering
Todoroki’s slight quiet mannerisms. He couldn’t help but smirked with a smidge
of satisfaction and even less pride. Todoroki’s face softened minutely and a
tinge of pink flitted across his face. His scent wafted off him. Midoriya
closed his eyes and drifted towards the comfortable scent. His smile widened,
contentment washing over him.
“You smell nice, clear and warm like sage and evergreens.” Midoriya stated,
idle and dreamy, pushing his nose towards the other alpha.
Todoroki’s eyes widened and breathing stoped. Without making a sound Todoroki
straightened himself mechanically and walked stiffly into the school.
Midoriya’s attention easily drifted to his friends as Ochako and Iida came
running over.
 
——
His supplements! He didn’t take his supplements! Todoroki sped towards the
classroom. He always carried extras in his bag. A different Todoroki, some
other Todoroki, could’ve reveled in the praise of his love. This Todoroki, our
Todoroki wouldn’t dare. He feared losing control again, like with Bakugou. He
could smell him now. No... wait, Todoroki sniffed the air, he could really
smell him now. He was drawn towards the smell and away from the pills.
Bakugou was on a relatively abandoned side of campus. It was a bit desolate
over there mostly storage and an unused club room. Slowly he slid the club room
door open, following the familiar scent of the air right before a summer storm.
The kind when the clouds are bright and yellow, when something electric’s in
the air. Todoroki could hear panting and the jostle of movement just outside
his sight. Turning he saw Bakugou leaned back on one of the far desks with this
pitiful look on his face. He gripped his shirt between his teeth. One hand
running over his chest and abs, the other tented his pants in quick jerky
motions. He breathed heavy with closed lips. Quiet grunts could be heard
sneaking through the empty air, wrapping themselves around Todoroki.
He hated to admit it but in moments like these it was screaming in Todoroki’s
face. Bakugou’s stunning. His lips are full and soft, his eyes sharp and
expressive, his body plump with impeccably toned muscles and an ass unrivaled.
Seeing him like this, greedy and desperate, on the cusp of climax, Todoroki
couldn’t move. He wouldn’t dare, suddenly too enthralled to threaten to scare
off the omega’s impending release. His brain shut off. He wanted to see. At the
last possible second Bakugou pulled his cock from his pants in time to spill
his cum on to the floor below. Bakugou’s nostrils flare a bit. Lazy in his
ecstasy his eyes drifted down to Todoroki’s.
“You fucking stink”.
Chapter End Notes
     Man... I got some hardcore angst in the works y’all.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Todoroki and Bakugou get swept up in the moment.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"You wouldn't fucking understand! We've only had eyes for each other, even
after all these year. I pushed and I pushed and all he's ever done is worship
me! Until this fucking school, suddenly he began slipping from my grasps. He
won't bend the knee for me anymore. It pisses me off, makes me wanna kill him.
It turns me on, makes me want fuck him. He's my childhood friend, He's my
greatest rival and he WILL be my mate so suck it, half and half bastard!"
Todoroki was hot with rage, "you've missed your opportunity. Midoriya grows
exponentially everyday, not just in strength of the body. While you stayed
stagnant, he grew past you. You think you're special, you think just because
you're an omega, your mating was predetermined. That's fucking Bullshit.
Midoriya reached into the darkness and pulled me out into the sun. I was
drowning and he saved me. It wasn't some predetermined bullshit. He saw what I
couldn't. His heart swaddled me and didn't let go. I refuse to let him slip
through my fingers again." Dripping with alpha authority Todoroki commanded, "
BACK OFF".
Bakugou threw back his head and laughed. "It ain't heat week, bitch. Try that
shit all you want. My will is absolute. I will not bow to a half and half-" he
almost said rapist. That can't be right. Not Bakugou Katsuki, it wasn't like
that. He couldn’t touch those thoughts, white hot with feelings he didn’t know
could burn like that. Bakugou took all his confusion and impotent rageand
chanaled them into the enemy before him, screaming,”DIE!”
 
——
 
Bakugou's eyes rolled back. The battle had been short lived. His body shook. If
one could call the slight dance a battle at all.
Todoroki had him against a wall. Things veered off track too quickly. Bakugou's
voice strained in the darkness. They had become a mere tangle of limbs in a
matter of seconds. Todoroki's cock kept up its pace as they fucked in the dim
hallway.
Todoroki smirked, "is it too much for you, King Explosion Murder?"
In response,Bakugou grabbed a fist full of Todoroki's hair and pulled tight, "I
fucking hate you!"
Finally slick began flowing, alleviating the friction in his tender hole. It
was enough to allow him to begin bouncing hard against Todoroki's thrusts. This
caused Todoroki's eyes to go unfocused. His brows joined together, begging for
more. Bakugou's hand sparked and he placed it against Todoroki's left side
suggestively, like he learned in his den. The way that told Kirishima that he
wanted more, without having to use words. Just as the alpha began reacting in
all the right ways. Bakugou then caused Todoroki's uniform to go up in flames.
Todoroki threw his head back in pleasure, before using his ice to stop the
flame from spreading. It was too late for his uniform. It was in crisped
ribbons hanging limply between the pair. The ice on Bakugou's skin sent a
shiver down his body. It was fucking good, the way he tensed up on the alpha’s
cock. Todoroki's knot swelled and locked him in place. The hot cum and growing
knot, hit Bakugou's spot. He too cam. Bakugou's arms wrapped around Todoroki to
keep himself upright as they both wobbled, unsteady and exhausted. "You fucking
stink," Bakugou mumbled, " your scent disgusts me”. They breathed heavy in the
silence.
"Ah...", a feminine voice interjected, "...to be young". Midnight leaned
against the wall beside them. They opened their mouths to protest but they were
cut off by a finger to each mouth. "No, Shshshsh, don't ruin this for me. I've
shipped you since the sports festival. " The boys faces contorted as they were
swept up in her whirlwind. Before they knew it, the boys found themselves
excused from classes and bound together in a mating room.
Bakugou loved hate fucking his rival. It made him feel powerful and in control.
It was nothing like his heat, when he was blind. He fucked barely out of lust
at all. Todoroki was the same. He laid in the cot knotted deep to this omega
who's done nothing but challenge him, Izuku's shadow. He wasn't lust filled
when the two collided in the hall. Before they knew it violence gave way to...
habit? All things considered, It did make the experience of being physically
stuck together pretty awkward. Though Todoroki half marveled at the fact that
apparently slick didn’t spark a rut if he was already balls deep in an omega.
Bakugou figured now was a good enough time as any to taunt the alpha. He would
put the bastard in his place.
Chapter End Notes
     I’m drying up here love, please water the plant that is my tender fic
     with your comment(y) goodness.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     *sniff sniff* what’s that? I think it’s mating season!
      
     Whaaat???
Chapter Notes
     Proof reading and betas are for losers (like me T.T)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bakugou detailed the day he and Midoriya touched in the forest. Emphasised the
juicy parts left out the other parts. The ones that brought forth feelings of
anger and confusion. After Todoroki’s knot went down, they fucked again with
Todoroki’s hands around his neck.
Then internships were upon them. They each went they’re separate ways. Todoroki
and Midoriya coming together eventually to become even closer than before.
Todoroki confessed his love in the hospital room late at night while Iida
slept. Bakugou tried to learn from best Jeanist how to fight Alphas as an omega
but all they wanted to do was make him into something presentable. The fuckers.
Not too long from now he’ll realize they taught him more than he knew.
Then they were back. Todoroki smelling like Izuku. Kirishima was laughing,
Bakugou yelling. Everything was almost stable. Then a third year began her heat
and tensions rose. “Mating Season”, whispered through the halls and classrooms.
Soon they’d all be feeling it.
Todoroki whispered something to Midoriya that made him blush. Then looking over
to Bakugou. He growled and proclaimed, “Mine!” He then passed Midoriya
something under his desk. It stunk, thick with Todoroki’s scent. He’s obviously
having some prerut possessive aggression seeping out. The first to depart in
response to mating senson a full day and a half before it spread to their
floor.
 
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If you told Kirishima Eijirou two months ago that the strongest student in the
school would choose him as an outlet for his sexual impulses, he’d pray to you
like a god. That’s what he thought when Bakugou sauntered into class on the
second day of mating season. He had marched right up to Kirishima’s desk to
shove his face into the red head’s spikes. He came in hot with both hands,
practically doubling over Kirishima. Taking in long drags that stretched down
through his toes. Kirishima’s surprise changed to embarrassment when Bakugou
threw a leg over his lap and proceed to sit.
“Ne- Shitty hair, I feel fucking shitty. I wanna fucking fight.” Bakugou said.
Looming. Then his eyes scanned the redhead. His grin was sharp, like he wanted
to eat Kirishima, “Wanna spar after school?” He said with a voice full of
mischief. Who was Kirishima to deny him?
The fight was fun and free. It felt like dancing. They forgoed the use of
quirks so it was all flesh and joints. It was just fun and innocent. It wasn’t
anything, just a outlet they both needed. They laughed and fought until there
was no energy left and all they could do was lay on their backs panting into
the air. They were alone here, in the woods near Bakugou’s home. Bakugou had
navigated it like his own backyard.
Both sweaty, their scents wafted heavy off them. Reeking in a way acceptable of
only the recently presented teens they were. Kirishima’s scent really
complemented the scene around them. Bakugou rolled over onto his stomach,
bringing himself closer to Kirishima. He felt good. The sun was out and the
breeze was strong enough to wisp through the trees. It cooled his skin,
evaporating his sweat. Closing his eyes Bakugou breathed in deeply, feeling
more relaxed than he could remember.
Kirishima on the other hand was the farthest thing from relaxed. Bakugou was
absentmindedly pressing his arm against him. Obviously this meant nothing,
Kirishima tried to scream to himself. Bakugou Katsuki touching him, looking so
peaceful. From Kirishima’s vantage point he could see the length of Bakugou’s
lashes. The sun passed through them revealing their plenty. He marveled at the
peace on Bakugou’s features. Without thought he reached out and gingerly rested
his fingers on Bakugou’s countenance. To his surprise the other boy, usually so
quick to react explosively, just quietly leaned into the touch.
It always felt so good. There was something about being with Eijirou that
soothed Bakugou. His fingers were soft on Bakugou’s face. The touch was worlds
away from the ones he had grown familiar with. Between Todoroki and he there
was only malice and violence in their union. Kirishima’s hands were deliberate.
He felt at ease. Bakugou dropped his guard, just a little bit couldn’t hurt. He
nuzzled into the inviting palm.
Things flowed so naturally. Their exhausted muscles had them sagging into each
touch. Bakugou inhaled into Kirishima’s palm. Kirishima ran his thumb over
Bakugou’s lips. Then brought their foreheads together. Kirishima beamed,
everything in him knew how right this was. He and his omega, touching, sharing
breath. Kirishima guilded Bakugou’s Head to the side and began rubbing against
his cheek. Twisting on to his side to have gained a better angle, Kirishima’s
body was pressed against Bakugou’s form. Contentment rolled off in waves from
Bakugou, urging Kirishima’s instincts further. They praised him for pleasing
his omega. This precious creature before him. He stopped to take in his
friend’s scent inciting a whine from the omega. Kirishima playfully nibbled at
Bakugou’s face in response. This caused Bakugou to nip back and they began
laughing and nipping and licking each other gently. Tossing around in the small
green clearing they shared. Kirishima rolled on top of Bakugou, who easily
glided his arms around his neck. Thoughtlessly they brought their lips together
in a kiss. It was gentle chaste thing, much like their first and even after all
this Bakugou had never shared a kiss with anyone else. Kissing Kirishima felt
like coming home.
Chapter End Notes
     It’s mating season bitches!!! WOOOOOOHH!! Prep yo self!
      
     And leave a comment for your favorite mating season themed fic???
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     A bit more KiriBaku/ BakuShima fluff.
Chapter Notes
     ... before shit hits the fan.
Kirishima knew this was mating season getting to Bakugou. He knew outside of
this time he’d never look to Kirishima in that heavy lidded kind of way. How
bad was it to ignore his better judgement and enjoy the time they had
together?These the shortest of days. how dangerous was it to hope that at their
end he’d once more be the one invited to share Bakugou’s heat with him? He knew
about Bakugou and Todoroki. He knew that outside of these vulnerable weeks,
Todoroki was the one he chose. It made him sick. It made him shake. Watching
them slink away made him feel these ugly things that he tried to kill. Still
they bubble up. These violent things. Fuck it hurts.
Those thoughts weren’t far as he chased Bakugou through the woods. They
whispered in the back of his mind when Bakugou dipped out of sight. Until
Bakugou jumped from the shadows to tackle the distracted alpha. Together they
tumbled down the hill they both failed to notice. Bakugou stood covered in
brush and dirt, proclaiming his victory. Kirishima swung out a kick attempting
to sweep Bakugou’s legs out from under him which of course he dodged. He huffed
at the outburst and snapped his jaws at Kirishima, fighting back a smirk.
Kirishima only shrugged as he beamed.
“Come on Hair-for-brains, you’re fucking gross”, Bakugou said, reaching out his
hand.
“You’re one to talk”, Kirishima remarked, pulled up by Bakugou’s strong grasp,
“ it’s your fault we fell”. Kirishima took a twig from Bakugou’s golden mane.
“Well, you dropped your guard, punk!” Bakugou bumped his shoulder into his
companion.
Bakugou lead them back to his place. His parents elated to see the alpha,
inviting him to dinner after their much needed baths. They pulled Bakugou
aside, suggesting the boys share a bath. Bakugou, mortified, threw a small fit.
When Kirishima contacted his family, they pushed him to spend the night. Both
sets of parents had found their mates young and couldn’t help wanting the same
for their son. In the end both boys took their own baths and shared a bed after
a filling dinner. Kirishima had expected a futon on the floor. When no one made
a move to retrieve one, his heartrate leapt. Kirishima excuses himself to the
bathroom before his scent could betray him. Staring at himself in the mirror
Kiri tried to take stock of the situation.
I mean what is he supposed to expect? Sure it’s mating season but that doesn’t
mean Bakugou’s going to drop his pants. Does it? Not that Kirishima’s parents
wouldn’t love that. It feels like Bakugou’s going with it though. He must be
imagining it. That’s right, he has to be imagining things. Not that there’s
anything to imagine. They’re bros. Sure, they spent his last heat together.
That’s what friends do, they support each other through tough times. Though
they did kiss... oh shit, wait, they kissed! How did he not notice that they
pressed their lips together in the woods not even three hours ago. Oh man, oh
man oh man oh man. Bakugou’s not going to... no. No, Kirishima’s thinking too
much about it. Thinking’s never been his strong suit, he’s a man of action.
Heck yeah, he is! Why change things up now? That’s right. Don’t think. Just do.
Simple and manly.
Taking one last deep breath, Kiri turns to make his way back to Bakugou’s room.
—
Eijirou took one look at the room and dipped out. Fucking weirdo. Bakugou
flopped down on the bed. His body felt off. It was once so dependable. He’d
known how to manipulate every inch to his will. Now it was a stranger to him.
His foot began to bounce. He shuffled around until his hands were behind his
head. Looking at his ceiling, he felt restless. He growled, bursting up and
rummaging through his hair. Then he jumped up and stared pacing the room. UGH!
Why was he feeling this way? Where’s Eijirou? What the fuck’s taking him so
long? He felt hot. So fucking hot and uncomfortable in his tank top. He threw
it to the floor. Take that tank top! Stupid shitty tank top all annoying and
shit.
All of a sudden, the door opened and in walk the young alpha and it was like a
breath of fresh air. Whatever had been crawling around under Bakugou’s skin
halted. The scent hit him and it was all smoke and stone. The closer he got the
better he felt. Then he was upon Kirishima. Taking in deep drags of his
pheromones. He ran his hands up the hem of Kirishima’s shirt, slipping them
around and up the alphas back. Then rolled his torso against Kirishima’s chest.
Bakugou growled.
Leaning into Kirishima’s ear, “touch me”, he threatened.
It was so manly. So sexy. Its sent a jolt straight into Kirishima’s loins. His
breathing quickened. His hands hovered so close to Bakugou’s exposed flesh that
he could feel the heat radiating off. Kirishima glided his hands but an inch
from Bakugou’s skin up his body. He took the scalding shoulders into his hands.
With all his will power thrust into this moment, he pulled the omega off and
held him at arms length.
“Ba-Bakugou,” the alpha clamored, looking anywhere but the omega, lest he gets
any harder, “ I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“The fuck you mean, good idea?” Bakugou snapped as he smacked away Kirishima’s
hands, “I don’t wanna have to wait!”
“Wait?”
Bakugou rolled his eyes.“Yeah Hair-for-Brains, my heat”, speaking like he was
stating the obvious. Irritation from his stance to his tone.
“Your heat...”, Kirishima pointed to himself, eyes wide with disbelief,
“...with me?”
Bakugou offered a side smirk, huffing, “duh, of course it’s going to be you,
dumbass. You think Imma let anybody else see me like that?”
Kiri’s heart flew taking with it all hesitation. He rushed Bakugou, taking the
omega into his arms. With a spin he dropped to the bed with his omega pinned
beneath him. His smile was the sun, warming Bakugou with its glory.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
They leaned against each other’s forehead. Now both grinning like a pair of
fools. They rubbed the noses together, Bakugou feeling the last of his unease
melt away. Kirishima nuzzled down his cheeks and continued lower to his neck.
Bakugou, leaned, exposing more of his neck. Simultaneously they both became
very aware of Kirishima’s hands still on the blond’s thighs. Kirishima tested
the water, inching his hands towards Bakugou’s ass. Bakugou widened his legs
and Kiri settled between them. His hands snaked past Bakugou’s backside to the
waistband of his sweats.
His large eyes looked up from furrowed brow, “ are you sure?”. He was a puppy
dog. He was a sugar cube he was sickly sweet, the rot out all of your teeth
kind of sweet. Bakugou blushed and swung one arm over his face to hid his
expression. Has anyone ever looked at him like this before? He nodded. But it
wasn’t enough, Kirishima carefully removed it from Bakugou’s face. “We can
wait.” He implored with a nod.
Bakugou definitely couldn’t handle this. It was nothing like his heat it was
nothing like those times with Todoroki. This was his friend, not some alpha.
This was Kirishima Eijirou 100%. Should they stop? Things will change if they
keep going. Is it going to be worth it? What if everything comes apart...
He looked into those eyes, the same color as his own, so soft and tender.
Kirishima lifted himself until he could press their foreheads together, just to
breathe in each other.
What happened next is between the two of them.
When the sun rose the next day, Kirishima awoke before the alarm, Bakugou
tucked gently beneath his chin. Things were good and warm. Their body’s were a
tangle of limbs. If only they could stay there in Bakugou’s bed forever. That’s
all he wanted. Things would’ve been so easy but it was not so. Because it was
mating season and he was in love with Bakugou Katsuki.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ask and you shall receive. It was a bitch to write but here it is,
     your Midoriya chapter.
Chapter Notes
     Okay I need some feedback, what do you think?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Midoriya never thought that he’d present as an alpha. Nobody thought he’d
present as an alpha. Both of his parents were betas so naturally he just
thought he’d be one as well. He was too small.
“Midoriya-shonen, you are young. Your body is still growing.”
He wasn’t confrontational. He never fought for dominance.
“Midoriya-shonen, being an alpha has nothing to do with oppressing others. On
the contrary, your instincts are ones to protect not destroy.”
He wasn’t a strong fighter with a natural talent for combat. He wasn’t strong.
“Midoriya-shonen, is that what you truly believe? Then I am a poor teacher. My
boy, you have great strength, a born tactician long before you began hero
training. Don’t let the stories of other alpha pro heroes lead you astray. Many
paint the past through rose-tinted glasses. You are the strongest of them all.”
It’s just not a good fit. He shouldn’t have presented this way. No one’s going
to accept him.
“Midoriya-shonen, no one thought that I would be an omega. With my big muscles
and powerful quirk, they all assumed alpha. I too struggled with it at first,
just as you are today.”
Midoriya tried to hold on to All Mights words whenever his confidence would
falter. Which, if you can believe, is quite often. He just holds a hand to his
chest and breathes deeply, thinking of his teachers words. His insecurities
eventually dampened, as he began having other things come to forefront. The
sports festival was when the first lick of competitiveness rose in his throat.
It crept up on him in the wake of his desire to protect his master’s impact. He
was overwhelmed but excited and happy too. It was nerve wracking and fun. It
got his blood pumping and gave him strength. Things were about to shift away
from those feelings when the fight with Todoroki was imminent. But after being
confronted by Endeavor, the worlds leading alpha, that he first felt the need
to challenge, to protect his friend from the intimidations of an invading
alpha. Things changed between the two boys after that. Todoroki began opening
himself up to Midoriya. They began to feel like pack, not that Midoriya has any
idea what pack felt like. His pack was small. It was just the two of them, he
and Mom. Not that it wasn’t good, he just wanted more. He wanted to build a big
pack but maybe that was just the alpha in him.
Then it was Kacchan’s turn to present opposite to expectations. Midoriya was
almost relived that this was yet another area where Kacchan excelled. Before
there was All Might, Kacchan was the one he could look to for strength. If he
ever needed a way to gauge himself then he could just look to the other boy.
That wasn’t changed by dynamics. He truly thought nothing of his advances. He
never viewed them as submission. Kacchan and submission couldn’t exist in his
mind at the same time.
When Todoroki revealed himself to be an alpha it was and wasn’t a shock. What
else could he have been? It made Izuku feel less lonely, to have someone else
going through these changes. He was drawn to his companion more after this.
Izuku didn’t have another alpha in his life, so he drank up his time with the
other alpha. Things change.
After their encounter with Hero Killer Stain, they shared a victory, a secret.
Even after everyone else dispersed, together in the darkness of midnight, their
pupils were still blown out from all the adrenaline.
“Midoriya, thank you,” Todoroki whispered, leaning in to not disturb Iida. “No
one has given me what you have. I’ve been freed. Please forgive me for what I
will say,” closer than before. So close Izuku couldn’t see his face. “I’d like
to court you. You are my only, til the day I die.”
He then held Izuku’s eyes, trying desperately to convey what’s in his heart.
Praying Midoriya will again look past his ugly with those kind eyes. Hoping for
acceptance one last time, not a yes just anything but the truth of him. The
evil lurking within. Had things been any different he’d never have the
audacity.
Izuku couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t look anywhere at all. This was so much and
and... “What about Kacchan?”
Todoroki reaches out and squeezed Izuku’s hand.
“I’ll never let him have you.“
Chapter End Notes
     COMENET GUYS!! I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and I feel Super
     weird about this chapter.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Summary
     A chill day for some can be a horror show for others.
This early morning Eijirou was a different thing. He was handsome in the quiet
light of morning. The thick ribbons of gold danced across the plump of his
exposed chest. His hair hung long and loose. Eiji’s eye’s hung heavy with
sleep, visible from behind a curtain of crimson. It was almost erotic. When
their eyes caught, a slow smile crept accross the alpha’s face. Affection
poured off him in waves. What kind of touch do the hands sharing skin with that
type of smile use? Curiosity overtook the omega. Bakugou rolled to his back. He
stretched himself out for this alpha. What was he doing? The desire to be seen
by kind eyes had overcome him. Just as Katsuki was beginning to shrink away,
Eijirou rolled atop him and pressed his face to the crook of the omega’s neck.
This incited a response which began as a giggle and quickly devolved into a
moan with the addition of hot tongue.
The boys rose lazily, too engulfed in the pleasure of contact to worry
themselves with time. Bakugou’s parents made no moves to disturb them. Each
slipped out silently, leaving a fresh toothbrush in the bath and breakfast on
the table. Bakugou was lulled so deeply that he wasn’t even embarrassed. In
fact, he was a bit [grateful], not that he’d ever admit it. He’d be late today,
but maybe that’s okay.
——
Todoroki was losing his goddamn mind. Midoriya’s uncertain reply to his
advances left Todoroki dangling in agonizing limbo. But maybe doesn’t mean no.
It might even mean yes. Which was, to be honest, the most amazing thing ever.
Midoriya even accepted the small keychain that Todoroki had scent marked. It
was no answer but, in its own way, a show of acceptance. Yes, he nodded to
himself, he’ll begin the courtship in earnest upon his return!
Todoroki paced across his newly rut-proofed room, going over all these things
in his mind. Relief washed over him that, for once, he’d actually managed to
escape his rut. His father entered without knocking. He looked around
expectantly and with increasing disappointment.
“Where is your omega?” The question pricked Todoroki like a knife, surprise and
fear sending adrenaline rushing through his veins. “I was so sure you’d bring
him around this cycle.” His father sighed. “You’re so shy. Just bring your
omega here and complete the bond.”
Todoroki tried to open his mouth and speak. His father just put up a hand to
silence his confused youngster, a grin plastered on his face. “Your omega is a
strong one. I remember scenting him as he stumbled, slick drunk, through our
neighborhood. I could smell the supple virginal state of his hole from here.”
Endeavor took a deep breath through his nose.“ Truly mouth watering, almost
mounted him myself,” Endeavor chuckled to himself. He gave his progeny an am-I-
right gesture.
Todoroki was frozen. An unwilling participant in this horror show. He needed to
hear the grisly punchline. He needed to know. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
Shut up. He wanted to get off this hell-coaster. He wanted to scream but he
wasn’t in his body anymore. He was floating above it, both here in the present
and simultaneously in the past. He saw the ghost of his fathers words. He could
see a picture being painted before him but needed to see the shape. Endeavor
took his silence as a nod to continue this twisted tale.
“Don’t give me that look. You know I left him to you. Think of the pups,
carrying on the name. I’m getting older now, what would I do with such a
fertile omega anyway. Plus the thought of my cute son knotting some fucking toy
when he should be making me some grandkids, stronger than all those who’ve come
before them, unstoppable monsters carrying the Todoroki name. Can’t you see it
my son, Todoroki...” -Unstoppable monsters-“...Katsuki.”-Monsters- Katsuki-
Shoto let loose a scream of rage that accompanied a burst of ice aimed at his
father’s neck. After effortlessly evading, Endeavor put hands up in surrender.
“Now now Shoto, I told you I didn’t put hands on your omega,” he laughed.
“Though had I known you’d blow a hole in the side of the house I wouldn’t have
opened the door to your rut room and instead popped a window.”
-I...opened the door to your rut room...-
The words echoed. The image of ice and fury. The demon he had become. He had
forced himself on the helpless. He was born into this hungry form through the
unholy union of a rapist, and modern science plowing into his mother’s
innocence. His knees began to shake. He didn’t hear his father leave but he did
feel his heavy hand on his shoulder and baritone laughter in his nightmares. He
felt the shift take him then. A rut, not of lust, but of violence, took hold of
him.
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