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BKDK: ABO

[It was normal for you to start presenting as you started highschool, therabouts. But Izuku...he hadn't yet. He was a late bloomer, as he seemed to be with everything, which made him wonder if maybe he wasn't just a Beta or something after all.

Ever since they were kids though, Katsuki would drill it into him that he'd only ever be an Omega. He was too wimpy and weak to be anything but. So why hadn't it shown up yet? Surely it would have by now, especially now that others are presenting all around him, Omegas experiencing their first heats before being put on supressants, and the same with Alphas and ruts.

But there was no change for Izuku. At least not until second year.

It had been a normal day, or so he thought. No abnormalities, nothing really out of the ordinary as he entered school grounds and headed towards his homeroom class. Once he actually made it inside though, something strange hit him. All the people he could normally smell throughout the day...their scents had amplified tenfold. He could immediately scent each and every one without having to look at them.

Alpha. Alpha. Omega. Beta. Omega.

He stepped past the threshold into homeroom, assaulted by too many smells and too much noise. He felt...hot, and overwhelmed, bringing his sleeve to his mouth for a moment for a breather as he sat heavily down in the seat behind Katsuki's. He hadn't come in yet...]

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[Being a late bloomer was something the two of them seemed to have in common. There were no signs of the Alpha traits Katsuki knew he was going to be getting. No going into rut, no smelling anything differently, not even getting horny in the middle of class. Katsuki knew he couldn't be anything but Alpha but.. why was it taking so long? It worried him but he didn't dare bring his concerns up with anyone else. He just boasted proudly as if he already started having sex, despite being.. a huge virgin.

A huge virgin which Deku can probably tell just when he walks in the classroom to take his seat in front of him. He pauses in his chair, lifting a hand up to scratch behind his ear, completely unaware of what his childhood friend was feeling right now.]

[All of the oddities Izuku is feeling right now are signs of what should be obvious. Izuku isn't dumb, far from it, but he never imagined that he would present in this way. And being told all his life he couldn't possibly sort of cemented the idea that he wouldn't be able to wrap his mind around it if it did happen. So the assault of smells, the way they're all either making him dizzy or irritated...that's all just coincidence. He's probably getting sick. Maybe...he'll ask Aizawa-sensei if he can go to the nurse before-

Katsuki has a seat in front of him, causing Izuku to startle a little at his sudden appearance. It isn't long at all before the wall of his scent hits him like a truck, all burnt caramel next to a campfire and screaming at him to get closer. Take, take, claim.

His. Make him his.

Izuku reaches up to clamp both hands over his nose and mouth, sweat beading near his temples as his stomach twists itself into a hard knot near his navel, his eyes wide and staring down at the surface of his desk. This isn't possible, this...this can't be happening. The way he feels about Kacchan- the way that's always been sort of bubbling under the surface- surely it's not...]

[If only Katsuki was aware of what his mere presence was doing to the boy behind him. He wouldn't even begin to know where to start. The two of them.. have a troubled past, always have. There's always been some kind of tension between the two of them, but it was something Katsuki couldn't figure out.

...but. There's something new there, he notices off the bat.

It's when he turns around to put his bag behind his chair, and his eyes lock with Deku's bright, wide green irises. The two stare for a bit longer than what one would consider normal-- Bakugo with an incredulous expression, Deku with his hands over his nose and mouth-- and for a second he can feel heat in his abdomen.

It's a feeling that gets his mouth to twist in disgust and snap his face back towards the front to try and furiously ignore what just happened.

What.. was still happening. Admittedly. Though Katsuki is so stuck in his expectations and ideals for himself, he doesn't immediately guess what his feelings meant. Other than the fact that seeing Deku gets him feeling... riled up, all of a sudden.]

Edited (tf is rowled ) 2019-12-04 19:37 (UTC)

[At least for right now, Izuku can't parse that expression that Katsuki gives him as anything more than what it ususally is. His normal brand of derision towards most people, but him above all else. That doesn't stop the way he smells from being so intensely tantalizing to him all of a sudden that he can hardly sit still. He could never smell things so vividly as this before, and if he ever...felt this way, it was never this intense.

Never so intense that he wanted to pounce Katsuki right here and now, in the center of the classroom.

He bites down hard on the inside of his own thumb to stifle a whimper at the thought before he has to pull his hands away and down when he notices Aizawa looking at him. He's lucky the teacher doesn't say anything or call attention to him, because he's not sure how he would have been able to explain himself, then.]

[If only it was just his usual brand of disgust.. if only it was something he could easily ignore. Because now that he's gotten a look at Deku, that warm feeling in his stomach was starting to get worse.

There's something just.. off about him today that his body seems to be reacting to in a weird way. Maybe it's not specifically Deku-- maybe there was something else in the room... it could just be coincidence that it happened when he looked over there. In fact, to prove a point Katsuki turns his head again to look back at Deku once more, and doing so only makes it worse. His abdomen feeling like it's on fire and his dick... well. It's a bit of a tent, all of a sudden.

Shit.]

....sensei. I'm using the bathroom.

[Thankfully, Katsuki's pants are baggy enough to hide it as he stands up to leave the class whether Aizawa agrees to let him leave or not. He needs out as soon as he can so he can figure out why he's got a boner all of a sudden.]

[The question, then, is how long does Katsuki plan on trying to hide away in the bathroom? He can't stay forever, and...it's only a temporary fix. Katsuki sweeping from the room causes Izuku's stomach to lurch as he grips at the bottom of his chair, but once his scent is gone the arousal doesn't...ebb exactly, but it does lessen somewhat. It's easier to think even with such a heady throb down below making his vision go blurry.

Whether they both realize it or not, Izuku abruptly going into rut has forced Katsuki into his first heat, and vice versa. Scents and hormones feeding off of each other in an absolute frenzy, and...well, most other students who have begun presenting are on supressants, so it's not as obvious to them. But Aizawa will eventually be able to smell it himself, being a Beta with a predisposition for mediation across all types.

Izuku forces himself to stay put for now, as much as he wants to chase Katsuki into the bathroom. It all depends on how long he's gone for...]

[Honestly, he doesn't know how long he plans on staying in there. He's frustrated beyond belief at the erection that's already dripping by the time he reaches the bathroom, and he can't just. Go back in there like that.

So he plans on getting rid of it before going back, and he slips himself into a stall quietly, eager to open the front of his pants and start rubbing one out as quick as he can manage.

...the problem, though, is that this is his first heat and the sensation of his hand rubbing his cock isn't nearly enough to stimulate him. Usually it doesn't take that long for him to get off but all he feels is more and more frustration building up the longer he goes on. And.. the longer it takes him to get off, the more embarrassed he starts to feel. It's not like Aizawa is going to let him skip the entire first period but it's already been five minutes and nothing's getting better...]

[Five minutes is five too long, for Izuku. He at least has the dignity to raise his hand while Aizawa is teaching though, instead of just getting up and storming out with barely any permission.]

C-can I go t-

[Aizawa interrupts him then, muttering for him to go get Katsuki while he's there. And "If he's sick or something, make him go to the nurse", because knowing Katsuki he'd come right back to class out of sheer stubbornness.

Izuku knows Aizawa has to be able to scent them by now, the fact that somebody's gone into heat abruptly. He's probably figured out who it was by now, and he's got the tact not to say it specifically. Does that mean he can't tell Izuku is half the reason for it...?

Whatever. He can't worry about that now, he just quickly gets up and rushes out before anyone can look over, knowing that if they did they'd see the erection he too is now sporting, much less easily hidden by his tighter school pants. The bathroom is at least blissfully close by, but he would have smelled Katsuki either way. His scent is like a trail all the way there, getting stronger the closer Izuku gets. It makes his very cells buzz, saliva pooling in his mouth in a way that makes him hate himself.

He stiffly pushes the door open to the bathroom that seems empty, hesitantly calling out with his tongue feeling like it's too big for his mouth.]

K...Kacchan?

[Every part of Katsuki freezes when he hears Deku's voice. His breathing even stops in his throat, threatening to have his chest pop until he finally lets out a cough and a wheeze, while hastily throwing his erection back in his pants.]

Th-the fuck you want, creep?! I'm takin' a shit in here, s-so get the hell out!

[His voice cracks, at the end of that demand and he swears under his breath as he fumbles with his belt.]

[Izuku jumps, nearly cowed by the sound of Katsuki barking at him when- strangely enough- the way he growls with his voice cracking like that just makes him want to come inside even more.

Which he does before he even realizes he has, though he still hovers by the door.]

S...sorry, I just- um- Aizawa-sensei said to...uh...

[Oh god. His scent is overwhelming in here. It's flooded the whole bathroom, trapped in a much smaller space with nowhere to go. Izuku can actually feel his hair standing on end in response to it, having to stand with his back to the door so he will tremble maybe a little bit less.]

[God-- he smells something off with Deku. Something he's not been able to detect before and he knows.. he just knows what it is. He knew in the back of his mind what all of this was but he refused it, denied the possibility of ever even crossing his mind.

But with Deku in the room, blocking his only exit and making matters worse with his own arousal, it's hard-- nearly impossible to ignore.]

...what? He said to what?

[He lowers his voice a bit, into a deep growl in the back of his throat as he tries not to draw too much attention to the room. It's awkward enough with just Deku in here, so the last thing he needs to do is yell and get more people in here.]

...to come get you.

[Izuku replies stiffly, sounding breathless like he ran all the way here even though it wasn't that far at all. It doesn't help that Katsuki is sounding like that, husky and there for Izuku to easily take for his own.

He couldn't possibly do such a thing. Even if he knows it's this heat...no, no, this rut, he can't. He can't, he can't-

He pulls back harder against the door until it hurts his shoulders, forcing his arms down at his sides.]

To...we...should, go...t-to the nurse...

[They need suppressants immediately or else this is going to get out of hand, fast.]

[Honestly, Katsuki. Doesn't want to leave the stall. He leans against the door of it, hand firmly clasping the lock shut as his insides churn and twist the longer the two just stand there with lust just... wafting all around them. His pants are awfully wet and he's pissed as hell about what Deku was doing to him, but there was no denying that it was happening.

It just depends on how long they can last like this, and how they can make it to the nurse's before anything happens.]

...y-you first.

[If they leave separately, it'd be fine.]

[It makes sense. If Izuku leaves and Katsuki follows shortly after, as long as they don't stray from their course, they should be able to make it there without incident. It would take some time for the suppressants to take affect, but once they did they'd be able to at least withstand their respective issues without wanting to just blindly fuck each other.

But some weird, feral part of Izuku's brain refuses to let him leave this room now that he's in it. Refuses to let that Omega get out without him seeing him, first. Getting a better smell, maybe...

Again, entirely without thinking as if his suddenly appeared nature is talking in his stead, he barks-]

No. You first.

[Deku's sudden order gets Katsuki to flinch, unlike himself. It sends.. something down his spine in a way that has his grip tighten against the lock, arms shaking as he fights the urge to start begging.]

Fuck you, I'm still taking a shit.

[The door quakes a little with the shaking of his arms, and he swallows thickly against a dry lump in his throat, causing his voice to come out as a hoarse croak.]

J-just get out, you damned nerd.

[They both know at this point that's a lie, but of course Katsuki would never cop to that. He's got a story he's sticking to, and if Izuku knows what's good for him, he'll leave. But the longer he's in here nearly being smothered in Katsuki's sweet scent, the harder it is to make himself leave. Even trying to cover his nose does nothing, it's already there.

What does he do? What can he do?? Katsuki's forcing him to make the hard decisions here, possibly unaware of just how impossible it is for an Alpha to leave a willing, presenting Omega behind.

He opens his mouth to try to ask Katsuki to come out first, but that's...not how he says it. He just snarls under his breath.]

No.

[Well. Fuck. The idiot's already gone, isn't he?

Fuck fuck fuck.]

You know what's gonna happen if you don't, don't you?

[Katsuki barks that back at him, trying to sound intimidating as usual but it's... hard, when he's against an Alpha. And he fucking despises it.]

[Of course he knows, and that's exactly why he's suddenly gone tongue-tied. He can't respond, instead simply staring holes into the shaking door of the nearby stall Katsuki is in.

Waiting for him to come out. Right now, that door is the only thing protecting him, more or less.]

[The silence tells Katsuki more than any verbal answer would, and he realizes he's pretty much stuck here unless he does something.

He takes in a deep breath, before he suddenly throws open the door and charges for Deku, with the intention of pushing him out of his way. Though the moment he grabs onto the other boy's shoulders, a waft of something takes over his senses and he stalls. Before he's even realized it, he suddenly pushes Deku-- not out of the door's way but back against the closed door instead, pinning him against it.]

[Well. Izuku was expecting some sort of retaliation, and his hackles were raising in anticipation...but instead of...that, Katsuki moves to shove him up against the door to-??? Izuku isn't sure he thought it through, really. Because now it's even more obvious what both of their issues are, being this close to each other.

Izuku's an Alpha, and Katsuki's an Omega. It's a situation that suppressants usually prevent, but sometimes...sometimes you have incidents like this one that you can't avoid. Izuku takes a sharp breath, practically punched in the face anyway by Katsuki's scent as he reacts viscerally instead of logically, grabbing hm back with his hands reaching out to tightly grip onto his shoulders, still shaking like a leaf.]

[Well now they're both here, gripping onto each other just inches away, both deeply aware of their situation but not sure what to do about it.

Katsuki knows he should leave, they both should. Get this sorted before something comes out of it but now that they're touching it's.. so hard to think clearly.

He can smell Deku's dominating scent all over him now, and absent mindedly he leans in closer to the other boy, rubbing his painful cock against Deku's stomach on accident which elicits a noise from the back of his throat.

And.. before he can even try to think, he ends up saying something in a soft, shaky voice just inches from Deku's face.]

Fuck me.

[He wants it. He craves it more than anything else in the world right now, and his common sense is very quickly being tossed out of the window.]

[Izuku has all the control in this situation, being the Alpha. He can easily fall to his own temptation and the Omega's wishes, in this case Katsuki, or he could stop it all and drag him to Recovery Girl before things got even more out of hand. But it's...difficult to think clearly when he accidentally rubs up against him like that scarcely before begging to be fucked by him. It's the worst combination imaginable for a brand new Alpha to be faced with, especially when the Omega in question is willing.

A strangled sound escapes Izuku before he surges forward, letting go of Katsuki's shoulders so he can instead thread his arms over them and around his neck, pulling him down against him so he can press his face to his neck. He takes advantage of the position to breathe in as much of his scent as he can, and before he even realizes it he's drooling against his neck, tongue slipping between his teeth for a taste of his skin.]

[Katsuki is taken by surprised as he's pulled forward, with a force that has him lose his balance a little bit and he has to grab onto Deku just so he doesn't topple over.

His breath starts to get heavy as Deku takes in his smell, fingers curling against the fabric of his blazer and eyes closing tight with his tongue so wet and warm against his neck. There's a soft whine that escapes from the back of Katsuki's throat, and it shoots blood up to the Omega's cheeks in embarrassment. He's not like this. He's.. supposed to be the Alpha. He's supposed to be dominant and yet all he can do is stand here and bite his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more noise.

For now, he lets Deku take his time and get as much of a taste as he wants. The ache in his abdomen, wanting so badly to be fucked was burning and already causing him to sweat, it's disgusting just how affected he was from Deku being so close but.. he can't help it. He just.. wants him.

He wants him so fucking bad all of a sudden.]

[Yeah, Katsuki at least isn't alone in that. The whole wanting thing. Izuku is a hair's bredth away from totally having lost his mind at this point, intoxicated by Katsuki's scent and flavor on his tongue. He laps at his pulse, his thoughts barely his own anymore as his teeth graze and itch to sink in where he knows he could easily mark him, but he restrains himself just from doing so. Not yet, it would be too soon for that...

But that doesn't stop him from indulging in the taste anyway, his hand tracing up to bury itself in the back of Katsuki's hair to pull him even closer still, nuzzling hard against his neck and jaw, panting against his ear...]

Kacchan...

Fuck...

[The blonde whispers that in response, feeling his chest and stomach tighten more and more and more. He's about to be taken by Deku, he knows he is. He's going to be claimed by him-- is that something he'll be able to live with? Knowing his first time will be with Deku, knowing that Deku is the Alpha out of the two of them and that he's about to belong to him? Is that something he's really okay with....?]

We're gonna get in trouble for this.

[He says that, but he's not in any hurry to move. In fact, he finds himself letting go, letting himself lean his weight against Deku, arms moving to wrap around him as his hormones scream for him to get closer. Closer, closer--]

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