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When Bakugou Katsuki opens the door of the heat house, he’s instantly bombarded by the overpowering scents of alphas, omegas, arousal, and fear. It’s as intoxicating as it is repulsive.
He’s tall for an omega, enough to pass as a small, young beta and with the scent patch hidden under his collar, the alphas in the room barely spare him a passing glance.
He scans the room, his crimson eyes falling first on Tenya, the house muscle, near the bar. For a moment their eyes meet, and a shiver runs down his spine. He recognizes several other familiar faces. There’s the tall, purple-haired alpha sitting in a dimly lit corner with a little blonde omega on his lap. The omega is squirming uncomfortably under the alpha’s hand, a fake, pained smile plastered to his face. There’s the tall red-haired alpha, a beast of a man, leaning against the bar and caressing the face of a small yellow-haired omega. The omega rubs nervously at his bite collar; an invention designed to keep alphas from claiming the omega offerings here.
Katsuki struggles to suppress his scowl at the disgusting displays of arrogance and flagrant disregard for the law. Politicians, doctors, and police alike come to this outlawed cesspool for a taste of young omega without the commitment of a mate, or the risk of pups.
Pathetic.
It’s common knowledge that heat houses like this one are filled with trafficked and abused omegas. Some were found as run-aways, some were kidnapped, and some, like his contact Shouto, were sold by their families to a man, a prime alpha, named Midoriya Izuku.
On the surface, Izuku is a normal, upstanding businessman. He’s a pillar of the community even if he is a lobbyist against omegan rights, but underneath all of that Izuku’s a criminal. He’s the owner of this particular heat house – guilty of exploiting the omega here – and after months of undercover work, Katsuki is about to finally have concrete evidence to prove it.
He’d been nervous about coming tonight, so close to his own heat, but Shouto insisted that he finally had something that would solidly connect Izuku to the house. He couldn’t resist being able to close this story and bring the plight of these poor, exploited omegas and what they are forced to do here to the public’s attention.
As Katsuki approaches the check-in desk, he catches an odd look from the receptionist, a small something he can’t put his finger on that sets his inner omega on edge. He pushes the nagging voice down, swallowing the small whine that tries to bubble up his throat. He’s always on edge when he’s here, but Katsuki is better than his baser instincts.
“Nice to see you again, Mr. Bakugou. What’s your fancy this evening?” Ochako’s polite voice is quiet, her posture demure as she tucks a fallen lock of brown hair behind her ear.
Her eyes flit past him nervously. He catches a faint whiff of pine, but when he glances behind, he sees nothing out of the ordinary. When he turns back to her, he can’t help but think that her smile looks more strained than usual. “Shouto tonight.”
“That’s four times now, I’d swear you’re starting to get smitten.” Ochako teases lightly as she types into her computer. An odd thought strikes him; Ochako has never joked with him before. Again though, he brushes the errant thought away. He can’t afford distractions tonight.
Tenya’s shoulder brushes against Katsuki’s as he walks behind the counter to resume his post next to Ochako and the thick smell of ink and smoke settles over them. Ochako visibly stiffens and Katsuki struggles not to do the same. It’s unsettling the way Tenya’s eyes have fixed on him and he’d swear there is something almost predatory in them that sends his omega scrambling. Steady. He’s never caused trouble here before and he’s given Tenya no reason to single him out tonight. He grips the underside of the counter tightly, but keeps his eyes level, meeting Tenya’s gaze even as his insides scream at him to look down. Submit. It pains him to hold Tenya’s dark gaze, to meet him with a polite, forced smile when all he wants to do is… Run. He shakes the thought from his head. He’s no one’s prey and he’s come too far to give up now.
Ochako slides the small keycard across the desk. “Enjoy your night, Mr. Bakugou.”
His legs want to run, to bolt from this horrible place and never return, but he straightens his shoulders and carries himself forward down the long, narrow corridor to Shouto’s room. He already has voice recordings and transcriptions from the omegas who’ve shared their stories with him. He has video recordings of the “upstanding citizens” who frequent this place, and photographs of the bruises and claw marks left on the poor omegas who are locked here against their wills.
He just needs one concrete piece of evidence linking Izuku to this place and Yagi has agreed to roll with the story. But to Katsuki, this isn’t just a story. They are the least of society, the ones who need protection. They need someone to help them – and he can do that. He can help these omegas and he’ll be damned if he’s going to let pre-heat nerves get the better of him tonight. So, what if his inner omega is whining? It can whine all it wants. He’s here to finish this.
Katsuki swipes his keycard and pushes open the door to his room. Shouto’s waiting on the bed, legs tucked underneath him and sitting on his heels. His head is down, waiting submissively, as always, for his customer. Heterochromatic eyes dart to Katsuki and Katsuki smiles. Shouto doesn’t smile back like he usually does, instead his eyes shift quickly across the room, to something, or someone, Katsuki can’t see.
Shouto’s eyes fall back to his lap, his fingers fidgeting nervously at the collar around his throat. This time when Katsuki’s inner omega screams danger and tells him to run, he listens. His feet move of their own accord, pivoting suddenly to bolt back down the hallway away from whatever danger Shouto is trying to warn him about. He turns, slamming into a wall of muscle.
Tenya’s large hand grabs his arm painfully tight, the smell of smoke and ink choking his senses before he’s shoved to the ground. Katsuki lands hard on his hands and knees, pain rocketing through his joints at the impact. The door closes behind him with an audible click, locking him into whatever trap has been laid.
From his position on the floor, he can see his own fear mirrored in Shouto’s shivering body. The other omega normally smells of warm chocolate, reminding Katsuki of roasted s’mores and campfires. This smell though, is pure fear; burnt and acrid, it sours the air, filling Katsuki’s nose making him gag.
“I’m sorry,” Shouto whispers softly, his voice barely audible over the rushing in Katsuki’s ears.
His claws come out instinctively, his fangs lowering like a cornered animal ready to fight. His alert eyes scan the room, resting on the hidden figure from before. The alpha’s green, unruly curls are unmistakable. Katsuki has seen Izuku on TV before, towering over other alphas; but it didn’t do justice to the massive prime before him.
Even seated, Izuku is taller than him, maybe even as tall as Tenya. He’s leaned back in an overstuffed armchair, one ankle casually crossed over his knee. The contrast in their demeanors is stark. For Katsuki this is life and death; for Izuku it’s just another Tuesday. He’s come too far to be intimidated by cheap scare tactics. He’s not just some pathetic, whimpering omega. He stares unwaveringly, meeting Izuku’s emerald gaze and stands in defiance.
“You seem to have quite an interest in me.” Izuku’s voice is low, velvety soft, yet commanding.
Katsuki’s inner omega is terrified, but he straightens his back, puffing up his chest and holding Izuku’s gaze. “I have copies of everything. They’ll get sent to my paper if I don't return home by tomorrow morning.”
Izuku pulls a small, silver USB drive from the inner pocket of his expensive looking jacket, the white fabric of his dress shirt straining from the movement. “This?”
Katsuki wets his lips nervously, eyes darting to the floor. Surely that isn’t the same drive he has hidden in his drawer at home. It can’t be. He squares his shoulders and meets Izuku’s gaze again. “You’re bluffing.”
Izuku turns the device over in his thick, scarred fingers. “Property of B.K., Mustafu Times.”
“My editor knows I’m here.” Katsuki watches Izuku stand, carelessly tossing the USB drive onto the floor and stepping on it, crushing it, as he crosses the room.
“Toshinori?” Izuku towers over Katsuki, and he has no choice but to crane his neck to look the alpha in the eyes.
The scent of wood and pine surrounds him, and he finds himself subconsciously leaning closer as it envelopes him. He smells strong. Katsuki’s hands fist at his sides as he fights to reign his inner omega back in. “He’s got a copy of everything.”
“Yagi Toshinori, your Alpha editor? Yagi who tried to discourage you from this silly little project of yours in the first place? Toshinori who plays poker with me on Sundays, and warned me that you’d be coming here tonight to see my little Shouto?”
Katsuki shakes his head in disbelief. He breathes slowly and deeply as he tries to quell his rising panic. “Yagi wouldn’t do that.”
“Toshi? He and I are very familiar with each other.” Izuku leans down invading Katsuki’s personal space, his lips ghosting over the cartilage of Katsuki’s ear as he whispers. “Between you and me, I think he’d like to be much more intimately acquainted with you.”
The world around him disappears in a roar of emotion. He’s been betrayed; set up by someone he trusted. Panic gives way to rage, and he lashes out at Izuku, claws grazing the alpha’s face. Izuku is quick, pulling away just in time to avoid the worst of Katsuki’s strike.
The angry scent of decaying forest envelopes him, suffocating his senses as he’s grabbed and hauled to the floor. The growl Izuku releases sends a shiver down his spine and has his inner omega whining pathetically. “I’m going to show you exactly where a pretty little omega like you belongs.”
Katsuki’s terrified eyes catch Shouto’s again for a brief moment just before his face is pressed against the cold floor. The alpha’s claws rake down Katsuki’s back, tearing his shirt to shreds and drawing pink welts over his skin. Katsuki fires back, trying to right himself. His fist swings wildly, connecting solidly with Izuku’s thick muscular side.
Unfazed, Izuku’s warm palm presses against the back of his neck. Thick, strong fingers wrap around the sides of Katsuki’s throat, claws carefully controlled as they dig threateningly into his windpipe and Katsuki stills instinctively.
He’s held, pliant, under that firm grip as Izuku’s face draws close when the smell of burning chocolate assaults Katsuki’s nose. He gags at the bitter scent, eyes searching for the source until they rest on Shouto. The omega is kneeling on the edge of the bed, his panicked whines filling the room. Katsuki’s own burnt cinnamon scent is starting to waft off him despite the scent patch still attached over his glands.
“Iida, get Shouto out of here. He stinks.” Izuku’s soft green curls brush against Katsuki’s face, a stark contrast to the sharp claws pinching hard enough to draw small droplets of blood from Katsuki’s vulnerable throat.
A growl escapes Katsuki’s lips as he watches Shouto being dragged from the room. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Your scent tells me otherwise, omega.” Izuku chuckles, his breath hot on Katsuki’s shoulder and his fingers toying with the edges of the scent patch. “Such a pretty, little thing. Toshi never did tell me your name.”
Katsuki hates the way his inner omega preens at the prime’s words. He can feel himself starting to slick at Izuku’s low, purring voice. This isn’t him. He isn’t just his secondary sex. No matter how much his inner omega wants to let the big, strong alpha bend him over, he won’t let it happen. Katsuki stares forward silently, still defiant even under the alpha’s hold.
A loud growl reverberates against his ear. “Your name.”
Izuku’s free hand slides down Katsuki’s body to palm at his cocklet through his pants. The alpha’s hand is large and warm, gentle in the way he fondles Katsuki’s most intimate parts. Izuku’s scent begins to overwhelm him, and the words slip out before he can stop them. “Bakugou Katsuki.”
“Katsuki?” Izuku’s hand rubs and squeezes at Katsuki’s soft, toned stomach. “You’re too pretty for that name. I think I’ll call you… Kacchan. Hm?”
Katsuki’s insides quiver at the pet name. Part of him aches to belong to such a strong alpha and he hates himself for it. Izuku’s nose is back in his hair, traveling slowly to his ear and then down to the sensitive, slightly swollen glands on his neck.
“I can smell you.” Izuku pulls the small, damp patch off easily. “Even with this, you smell so fertile.”
The scent of wood and pine floods his nostrils. Alpha can give us strong pups. Katsuki shakes the thought from his head. He won’t to be a slave to this low life criminal. That’s not who he is.
The alpha chuckles darkly. “Omegan journalist. You don’t want that. You don’t want to do all this hard, dangerous work. You just want to be bred and filled with pups.”
He doesn’t want that. He has a life, his own apartment even. He’s a journalist, dammit. He’s Bakugou-fucking-Katsuki and he doesn’t need an alpha to have everything he wants in life. He pushes back against his inner omega’s hold, against the prime scruffing him and rakes his claws down Izuku’s arm. “No!”
The alpha howls, slamming Katsuki’s head into the ground with a sickening, wet crack. Katsuki’s vision darkens around the edges and his limbs suddenly feel very heavy. In the dizzy haze he can feel Izuku’s claws scraping against his skin as they rip off the rest of his clothes. The alpha’s hands roam over Katsuki’s soft wide hips, gripping tightly as they manhandle him into position. “You’ll give me strong pups.”
Katsuki can feel the blood from Izuku’s wounds dripping and smearing over his back, the scent of rust mixing with the heady aroma already emanating from the alpha. He can only lay there as his body betrays him, slick dripping down his thighs as he’s forced to present. Head aching and dizzy from the impact, he can’t fight back as those thick fingers slip inside him, squelching in his slick. “So wet for me, Kacchan.”
There’s hot breath against his thighs and then a large, warm tongue trailing over his entrance. Katsuki’s arm swings back weakly, trying to push Izuku away. “Stop, please…”
His voice is weak and cracks. He knows how pathetic he must sound right now and his cheeks grow red with shame.
Izuku chuckles, easily restraining Katsuki’s arm and continuing to lap greedily at the blond’s hole, his thick tongue probing deep into Katsuki’s insides, making him whine and squirm. “You taste so sweet.”
Katsuki tries to crawl away, but Izuku grabs his hips, easily pulling and manipulating his body so he’s presenting once again. His inner omega claws forward in his mind and his chest presses to the floor, back instinctively arching as Izuku’s cock rubs against him, thick and heavy between his thighs. He’s so overwhelmed by the alpha’s scent and his own oncoming heat that he can’t stifle the small groan that slips out of him as Izuku slowly, painfully, pushes inside, stretching him and filling him impossibly full.
“Don’t worry, pretty Kacchan. I’m going to breed you good, fill you with pups, and make you mine.” Izuku pulls back, his cock dragging along Katsuki’s walls before slowly sinking back in.
His mind swims at the thought of being filled with the alpha’s cum. Is this what he wants? His eyes fall to the floor, and to the droplets of blood there. Are they mine or his? He touches fingertips to his forehead, hissing at the pain as they come away wet with blood. Mine… His world grows hazier as his inner omega takes over, rocking his hips rock back until his ass is slapping against the alpha’s thighs, willingly taking Izuku’s cock deeper.
“That’s right Kacchan. Let go for me. I’ll fill you full of pups. My pups.” Izuku’s pace quickens, loud squelching sounds filling the air around the alpha’s loud grunts as he fucks into Katsuki’s wet hole. “Good little omega.”
Katsuki feels like a passenger in his own body as the arch in his back deepens, hips tilting to take in everything Izuku wants to give him. He blinks slowly, feeling almost as if he’s floating above all that’s happening to him. It can’t be happening, can it?
“You want that, don’t you? Want me to breed you like the bitch you are?” Izuku’s words are like honeyed venom, and they spark something deep inside Katsuki, something that has almost slipped out of his grasp.
Is that all he is? Just his secondary sex? A hole to fuck? Nothing more than bitch to breed and bare pups?
I’m not.
He claws forward in his mind, shaking his head as he struggles to defy his instincts and hold true to who he is. He’s never needed an alpha. He’s never wanted an alpha, any alpha, especially not this alpha– this criminal. Katsuki swings an arm back with every bit of power he can muster. His elbow connects solidly with Izuku’s neck. “No…”
There’s a small choking sound and he’s suddenly let go. Katsuki tries to crawl away, but Izuku grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head in one large hand. The alpha lets out a warning growl that rumbles throughout Katsuki’s body and plunges back into the omega’s warmth. “What a pathetic display. Did you really want me to stop, omega?”
The alpha pushes out more of his scent and Katsuki whimpers as his inner omega comes fully forward, answering the call of his own heat and taking control of his limbs. Pups. His heart falls; he knows he won’t be able to claw back this time. Reluctantly he gives in fully, letting his omega take control of his body. There’s no sense in fighting now; he can’t beat the alpha. He knows that now. Strong pups. A small sigh escapes him when he fully submits, his muscles finally relaxing. His whines slowly dissolve into moans as Izuku rocks into him, the thick knot at the base of the alpha’s cock teasing at his entrance.
Izuku leans over Katsuki’s pliant body to stroke at the omega’s small cocklet. “Going to take my knot so well, aren’t you?”
He keens at Izuku’s praise. His voice is high and needy. “Please… Alpha…”
What little remains of Katsuki curls his claws until they gouge deep marks into the floor. Izuku’s knot pushes painfully against his entrance, but the alpha’s muscular chest is pressed warm against his back. Soft lips ghost against his neck while Izuku hand envelops and strokes his cocklet. He closes his eyes in shame, crying out against his arm as the coil in his gut snaps and he spurts thin weak cum onto the floor.
“You’ll be so pretty when your belly’s round with my pups, Kacchan.” Izuku’s voice is unsteady, broken as he chases his own release. Katsuki can feel the swollen knot pressing in, stretching him impossibly wide with each strike until it finally pops in, locking them together and he’s filled with the alpha’s virile cum.
Izuku’s lips graze over the skin of his neck and long, sharp fangs sink into his scent glands, marking him, claiming him as the alpha’s own and Katsuki’s body collapses beneath the alpha. His alpha. Izuku lifts Katsuki, pulling him flush against the alpha’s muscular chest. As he noses up to the alpha’s intoxicating scent glands, he reminds himself that he didn’t want this. I never wanted this. As he sinks his small fangs into those swollen glands, he reminds himself that he was a journalist. I was going to help people. As the alpha’s strong arms wrap around him, he reminds himself that he was Bakugou Katsuki.
“My pretty little omega.” Izuku hums against Katsuki’s ear while his large hand strokes protectively over Katsuki’s soft, cum-filled belly. “Don’t worry, Kacchan. I’ll take good care of you.”
Katsuki can feel the tears slipping down his cheeks. “Thank you, alpha.”