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Katsuki had to admit; he may be in over his head right now.

‘Go to a remote island just off the coast of the Dead Sea’, they said.

‘The island is completely unexplored yet we THINK there might be new species to be discovered’, they told him.

‘There would be so much scientific progress to make’, they exclaimed!

‘Babysit our resident genius, Shouto Todoroki, and we’ll pay you handsomely for the trouble’; they fucking just shouted with glee!

Well newsflash, fuckers at the academy, this job sucked ass. There were all the same plants they’ve found before, besides a few color variations, and all of the wildlife was those typically expected from such tropical climates. So far there has been no progress made to counteract the sheer misery of it all.

It was stuffy, it was unbearably hot, mosquitoes wanted to eat him alive, and there was simply nothing to fucking do.

Yuuei Academy may be the most groundbreaking college throughout the nation in terms of scientific excellence- like Half n’ Half- but this was far out of his job range in Katsuki’s own opinion. His studies didn’t even come goddamn close to this- outside of the correlation to biological energy reserves.

They just wanted some brawn to complement Shouto’s brain.

The notion alone was offensive, honestly. He was way smarter than people gave him credit for. He was in on a full ride scholarship for a damn reason, and it definitely wasn’t because he lifted weights in his spare time and actually cared about his body.

Unlike the smaller Alpha he constantly had to fucking babysit.

“Oye, bastard, are you done looking at that Pitcher Plant yet?” he asked, tugging at the collar to their stuffy ass uniform. It kept bugs largely at bay, yet at the cost of not exposing any skin to open air. His sweat was tacky and sticky to his skin, making him offensively musky to even his own nose.

It seemed he was being ignored- again- by the motherfucker. Big surprise there.

Even from here Katsuki could tell that Shouto was just studying your everyday run-of-the mill plant. No color variations, no growth differences, no nothing. It was the same shit it always was, and the fact they were wasting time quickly had the tempered blonde losing what little patience he had left.

Yet the other Alpha just gingerly swabbed the inside of the plant before placing the sample within a plastic baggie, eyes immediately flickering up to Katsuki as if quietly scorning him. Every single look the bastard gave him felt like a backhanded dismissal.

With a scrunch of his nose Shouto rose back to his feet, attempting to tug at the tacky fabric sticking to him as well. “Must you be so loud?” he asked, before making his way further down the worn path of the jungle.

This was only their fourth day together and already Katsuki wanted to strangle the aspiring Botanist.

The damn bastard had an entire business company waiting for him on his father’s side, and yet through some stupid ass daddy issues Katsuki didn’t care to get into, he decided to take after his mother down the path of Botany. Out of spite.

Whatever. He could only muse about the irony of it all for so long before Bakugou grew tired of the lines he wore down within his own logic. Instead he would just take all of this with a grain of salt, considering that he was getting paid for this. All he had to do was keep trouble away, and clear a path through the brush with his machete.

Pretty simple shit.

It definitely helped that so far they hadn’t seen anything larger than wild boar roaming throughout the woods, and the occasional poisonous breed of amphibian or reptile. They made for easy game to hack down and null their threat before they could get spooked on them.

Wiping away the sweat clinging to his brow, Bakugou pulled back from the foliage with a tense sigh, scanning their environment once more. “So where the hell are we heading for again?” he asked, pulling his hat off just long enough to wring the sweat right out of the fabric.

Shouto had already been in the process of attempting to scan the overhead shot of the forest they managed to procure, mentally cataloguing where they had already been. “We’ve largely covered the eastern portion of the map, yet there appears to be strange anomalies just to the Northwest that are barely noticeable on the photograph. I wanted to explore them.” He said, before folding away the map and pocketing it within the oversized bag he carried with.

He looked less like a scientist and more like an overzealous tourist from how much absolute bullshit the man preferred to carry with him. Bakugou was just impressed with the fact that the twig of an Alpha could actually stay upright with all that weight on his shoulders.

A sudden snap of a twig pulled the duo from their musings- Bakugou instantly tensing as the rustling of leaves betrayed the presence of something else in their midst.

Brandishing his knife in preparation for an animal attack, Katsuki remained alert, eyes scanning through the brush in an attempt to nullify the threat before it could hit first. A few times now he’s had to chase away a particularly nosy boar- but the rush of leaves behind them most definitely didn’t come from a floor-dwelling creature.

Swiveling his head around as if caught on a pivot, Bakugou attempted to keep track of the threat. It moved fast, whatever it was.

Or whoever it was.

For a split second Bakugou swore he could see tanned skin disappearing just behind the reach of the bushes. Whether it was a trick of his own mind could be debatable, given he was stir-crazy enough just from being in Shouto’s presence, but still.

He knew he heard the phantom giggles of another person among them. The only thing that truly proved his theory was the sweetened undertone of…Omega?

It appeared as though Shouto noticed it as well, if his sudden slouched posture was an indication. His eyes shone with confusion as he attempted to pinpoint just where the scent originated from, immediately moving to clutch his backpack closer.

“Bakugou- we should leave.” He immediately spoke, stepping back towards the camp while never keeping his eyes off of where the stranger once was. The brush around them had stilled, ominously so. Bakugou knew better than to expect their pursuer would simply leave them alone so easily.

Just as Shouto had made move to turn and attempt to dash his way back to camp, a sudden “thwump” immediately had Bakuogu on edge. He didn’t have enough time to react before a single dart had lodged itself within the smaller Alpha’s neck. “Shouto-!”

Katsuki found himself silenced the moment another dart burst through the foliage, nailing him directly in the shoulder. While the effects were instantaneous with Shouto, it took Bakugou far longer to go down. He struggled and ripped the small feathered dart from his shoulder, even as the world around them began to spin out of control.

His fiery eyes roved through the underbrush, machete still brandished within his hold- before the sound of a branch snapping had him lashing forward with the weapon barely held between his exhausted fingers. “Fucking- Die!” He shouted, before pausing as he realized that yet another dart had lodged itself within his back.

He felt nauseous.

The world was spinning out of control as suddenly his vertigo was adjusted, eyes unfocused and tired as he slumped forward upon his knees. The knife had fallen to his side, hands feeling detached from his body as the poison quickly worked through his bloodstream.

He felt as though he were drifting as the world bended and twisted around him. All he could make out was the collapsed form of Shouto in the distance, blurring in and out of focus, before a surprising burst of forest green was blocking his view.

If Bakugou squinted hard enough he could make out…freckles?

He was staring into the eyes of someone who certainly wasn’t his companion, with the subtle hint of sweetness wafting under his nose. It was unlike anything he had ever scented before, mouth parting open as deceptively warm hands began to card through his blonde locks.

Was this was death felt like?

Bakugou felt every limb in his body finally slump forward as the last traces of his awareness flickered away, his brain following shortly as his body fell in the embrace of something so sinfully warm. If this was what death felt like, well, Bakugou couldn’t find it in his heart to care.

The world finally went black.

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“-Akugo.”

“Baku…!”

“…-Kugo you need to wake…”

“Please-…!”

Awareness was slow to come back to the Alpha. It began as a steady trickle of information reaching through the chemical exhaustion in his brain, splashing his brain and slowly rousing him from the sluggish reach of unconsciousness.

A light touch here, a brush of fabric there, and voices. So many voices blended together in his brain- whether they were real or hallucinated memories were debatable. Yet there was a certain smooth tone that was attempting to crack the reach of darkness.

It was a rough jab to his side that finally knocked the sleep from his eyes, crusty and thick. So goddamn thick and covering his entire face- wait. That wasn’t right at all. He blinked a few times ast the strange sticky coating over his eyes.

He only understood what it was when the blurry form of Shouto became more defined before him. They were tied together against a large stump, slumped side to side. While that alone would certainly be enough to have any sensible guy panicking, there was a certain detail that was just the fucking icing on the shitcake.

They were naked.

Save for a spreading of paint and dye across their bodies to mark their skin, and a skimpy ass cloth covering their crotch, they were stark naked and shivering against the darkening skies of the forest.

The only thing that illuminated their vision was the roaring of a huge fire stretched between an array of tents and intricate wooden structures. Lines of drying plants and meats hung from dangling vines spread throughout the trees overhead, blending seamlessly in with the environment.

There wasn’t supposed to be human presence among the island.

Yet the cloying sweetness wrapping about Bakugou’s senses very quickly proved that theory null and void. It was the condensed sweetness of so many different Omegan smells- Bakugou’s nose scrunched at the sheer volume of that scent. He wished that he had his shirt to at least tuck his nose into.

“Are you finally awake?” Shouto spoke, voice hoarse and throat swollen from the dart that had pierced his neck. His glans were in a similarly swollen state- but for reasons that were far different than just what a measly dart could do.

His chest rose and fell from the exertion of speaking, eyes glazed and unfocused, body perspiring and leaking a steady stream of pheromones that were notably very unprofessional for this kind of study.

Bakugou could scream from the frustration of it all. Of course out of any time for the numbskull to go into rut, it just had to be then, didn’t it? Katsuki just wanted to bash his fucking head in from the frustration of it all.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Bakugou stated rather than answering the bastard’s questions, attempting to fight against the vines that kept them steady. He studied how to get out of knots in Alpha Scouts-

A sudden burst of movement to the side had Bakugou going completely still, frozen to the spot as a man no older than them stood before the crackling fire.

His features were soft compared to the rugged appearance of the two interlopers; with a fine dusting of freckles traveling from his cheeks, past his shoulders- all the way down to his hips that were covered in a thin layer of cloth over the front. It appeared to be woven from the strands of vine. It left plenty of room to breathe and move, sure, but god.

Did it really have to cover so little?

His entire body was lithe and toned in a way that spoke volumes for the physical exertion he must use, with hints of softness clinging to the expanse of his hips and stomach. Even his chest carried a bit of weight, yet not enough to make the full classification of breasts.

His skin was ridiculously tanned, the sun kissing nearly every single inch, which at least helped to explain just how ridiculously freckled that the green-haired man was. His emerald gaze held such a pure curiosity within them that it was hard to believe they could have been responsible for tying them down.

The Omega held a single spear within his hands, decorated and carved with depictions of various flora and fauna within the area. He leaned most of his weight against it as he tilted forward around the flames, empty seed pods and stones clinking together near the base of the bone-carved spear.

His curiosity was only reflected further in how he lifted his nose to the breeze, taking in the new scents around him with little subtly to the blatant scenting.

“Bakugou- don’t trust him.” Shouto immediately choked out, head turning to the side as he attempted to avoid the sight of the new Omega before them. His entire body was keyed up to maximum, sweat pouring down his neck despite the chill of the night around them.

His rut was immediately so much worse when confronted with the sickly sweetness that the Omega exuded. It didn’t smell like a typical heat that Bakugou had ever scented before. Yet the sheer feverish pitch to the Omega’s scent was doing things to Katsuki’s head, sluggishly moving along as their occupant moved closer.

From this angle he only looked stronger- like a lithe and agile predator, eyes shining from the glow of the fire as a small smile lifted his features. Whatever it was he was scenting, he appeared to like it.

Flinching away from the extended hand the Omega offered him, Bakugou couldn’t help but notice the almost swollen look to the man’s wrists. His scent glands were pent up and overactive, borderline purple from how sore they appeared.

Yet still; there was no way to tell how dangerous an adversary was until it was far too late. He refused to allow the hand to come close to him, rapidly turning his head from side to side in an attempt to shake the advances.

The Feral Omega looked to be offput by the resistance. His button nose was scrunched up at the constant dismissal of his touch, eyebrows furrowing together as his lips pursed into a miniscule pout.

Yet immediately that smile was back as he turned towards Shouto once more. Those emerald orbs were quickly falling lidded as he drew in shallow breaths of the scent Half n’ Half was putting out, eyelashes fluttering as he instead moved his palm closer to Todoroki’s face.

As if gripped by a siren’s spell, the other Alpha’s body immediately fell slack the closer that the Omega moved to him.

“Shouto- dude, keep your fucking head on your shoulders!” Bakugou tried to hiss out through clenched teeth. Yet his words held no weight- not when Shouto was so far gone within his rut. The Alpha eagerly buried his jaw into the palm of the other’s hand, eyes hooding as immediately his own scent was running in thickened duvets through the air around them.

Even the Omega seemed to be surprised by the action- before immediately tensing up as a full body shiver ran down his spine. Those swollen glands looked to be pathetically painful as his scent pitched up further once again, sending his entire body into shock when Todoroki’s tongue began to tilt into his palm.

The Alpha was eager to trail the muscle along the flat of his captor’s hand, before traveling up towards his wrist and wrapping his lips around the gland there. Immediately the other’s knees buckled from surprise, pleasure immediately clouding his gaze as he fell before the overzealous Alpha.

Shouto’s groan bubbled from the base of his throat, mixing with a low-pitched growl that had the sticky reach of slick instantly clouding Bakugou’s nose. The poor Omega was stuck as a trembling mess while Shouto lapped and sucked along his gland, taking in the gooey pheromones condensing thickly along his wrist.

Immediately the feral’s hips were twitching in time with the strokes of Shouto’s tongue.

Bakugou felt sick at the sight, his stomach rolling in confusion at the strength of Omegan and Alphan pheromones mixing into such a conflicting cloud. What was this? He didn’t even realize his tongue had poked from his mouth until the sheer strength of the hormones were assaulting it, pleasantly coating his tongue in sugar while the duo before him went at it.

“Ah…” Was the first noise to finally pull from the Omega’s throat, knees scraping along the ground as Bakugou got a damn good sight of the Omega’s ass from behind the thin strands of the cloth. Once again, why the fuck did they even wear the cloth at that point?

He swallowed down the thickened sweetness with a harsh gulp, eyes unable to move from the sight of the feral climbing his way onto Shouto’s lap. He was dripping slick with nearly every single movement he made, glistening along his thighs, fogging Todoroki’s mind as immediately his gaze turned from hungry to flat out starved.

The green-hair at least looked slightly flustered under such a hungry gaze, tucking into himself as his body heated up from the stare. It was as if he never had the attention of an Alpha before-

And judging by his reaction when his hips fit along Shouto’s, it damn well might be. The Omega nearly jolted in shock at the feeling of something hard brushing against his thigh, startled eyes landing upon the thick length of Todoroki’s cock. He almost didn’t seem to know what to do with the new information as his eyes roved over the skin.

Slowly his fingers moved down, hesitant, before brushing against the thick length of his cock. The Omega jolted back in shock when it twitched in response to the contact, Shouto’s groan turning painful from suddenly losing the contact he craved so badly.

“More-“ Shouto’s voice growled out, effectively confusing their partner. The poor thing looked like he had little clue what they were saying, or what their bodies’ actions meant.

It was then that Bakugou began to notice other pairs of eyes locked upon the scene. There were many other people- all Omegas, judging by the scent- who were overlooking their companion’s interaction with the two strange intruders in their territory.

If there were only Omegas within their pack, it was no wonder they were quick to apprehend them.

“Shouto, calm down. You’re scaring him.” Bakugou was able to choke out. Whether the rut-riddled Alpha could understand what he was saying was one thing, but it was another to suddenly have the Omega’s attention once more upon him.

He looked puzzled, as though Katsuki was a completely different creature than Shouto had been. He tilted his head to the side, thoughtful, before slowly he approached with a light sway to his hips. The Feral mainly looked to be trying to keep his slick-coated thighs from rubbing together from the action.

“Shouto?” a smooth voice spoke, though it sounded thick and heavy along the other’s tongue. It was merely mimic speech, yet the thought of communication with the wild Omega sent a shimmer of hope through Bakugou.

Immediately he was nodding his head, despite how any movement made his headache hurt from the action. “Yes! Shouto. Shouto Todoroki.” He exclaimed, before turning his nose to the aforementioned Alpha and nodding in his direction. “He is Shouto Todoroki. I am Katsuki Bakugou.”

Their Omega still seemed puzzled, looking between the two, before slowly he raised a dainty finger to point towards the bicolored bastard who got them into this fucking mess- “Shouto….Todo?” He asked, questioning.

When Bakugou nodded he seemed to get it, smile spreading across those freckled cheeks as he immediately crawled back into the Alpha’s lap. This time he began to card his fingers through the Alpha’s hair, uncaring of how sweaty and musky he smelt. “Shouto!”

The baffled Alpha was quick to respond with a subtle shutter from the way that the man spoke his name, saturated in excitement and lust, tongue unfamiliar with the shape of their language and coming out in a rasping accent.

Bakugou felt a hot sense of embarrassment encroaching upon him as he took in the sight, eyes roving over the manner in which the Omega trailed his fingers over Shouto’s knot. He was testing the waters, big green eyes locked on the other’s face, before steadily he wrapped his smaller palm around as much hot flesh as he could reach.

Shouto’s moan was as broken as Bakugou felt, the larger Alpha shifting against his binds as he tried to avert his eyes from the scene. What kind of fucking island did they land on?

He strained against the ropes as their captor began to settle himself back down comfortably upon Shouto’s lap, brushing the head of his partner’s cock right underneath where the loincloth successfully covered. “Shouto-“ Their Omega spoke once more, before lifting a finger and motioning to himself. “Izuku!”

It sounded more like “Ee-zhu-kew” to Bakugou’s heavy ladened brain, yet with enough emphasis on his wording, Shouto was easing his hips up into the scorching touch. “Izuku-!” he reciprocated with a broken sigh, attempting to fully arch his hips into the dizzying warmth of the other’s palms.

It felt almost wrong to watch.

Bakugou felt that heavy seated embarrassment once more overcoming him as he watched Izuku hump down along the knot that fascinated the feral so thoroughly. Every time his hips lifted once more Bakugou was treated to the sight of wetness clinging to Shouto’s cock, before immediately getting suffocated further by the rhythmic roll.

Hell, Katsuki would be lying if he said the scent and sight wasn’t doing something down there either.

The proud Alpha attempted to avert his eyes when Izuku clashed his lips to his partner, sinfully wet noises passing over their tongues as a semblance of jealousy wanted to bubble up from Katsuki’s chest. As crazy as he knew he sounded; he wished he was the one with a lapful of horny Omega.

Captor or not, he wanted something, if the aching throb of his half-hard cock hinted to it.

The cloud of challenging Alpha pheromones were unpleasant to his own inner beast, curling his lips back into a subtle snarl as he tried to once more brush his nose against his own shoulder. They were clinging heavy to his pallet, pairing with the sickly sweetness of their resident Omega.

He only snapped out of it when a thick glob of drool had landed on his chest, eyes unsteady when he attempted to clear his head. All he wanted was to bury his tongue between Izuku’s folds, to taste that sweet slick dripping in full duvets down his thighs.

How many times did he nearly try to bash his head against the tree trunk behind him already? He lost count around when Izuku pulled himself up just enough to give him some more space, hands relocating from Shouto’s abdomen to his own.

Idly picking at the strands adorning his waist, he at least appeared shy at the way he peeled the simple cloth back to flash Shouto (and only Shouto) what lay hidden underneath. Given the way Shouto’s expression grew almost feral from desperation, Bakugou had to assume it was a good sight.

Those dual colored eyes were blown wide in rut and arousal, wild with abandon, eager to devour every inch presented before him. Finally that bubble of jealousy popped within Bakugou’s patience, resulting in a darkened look overtaking his features as a low snarl rumbled down his throat.

His pheromones were putting out in a similar rate to Shouto’s, challenging the Alpha. The reaction was near immediately from their Omega- spine stiffening, nose twitching, body hunkering down smaller as the cloth slipped between his fingers.

Those wide-blown green eyes were hypnotizing as the turned back to Bakuogu, studying him with curiosity. All the while Shouto’s gaze had turned outright murderous when the attention shifted away from his rut-addled form.

Bakugou hadn’t expected Izuku’s face to get so close to his own as the other inspected him with curiosity, sniffing, taking in the heady scent of aggression coming in waves off of his glans. At first he seemed displeased at the harsh chemical smell that naturally expelled from him. Yet as Bakuguou attempted to round his scent down, to calm the anger pulsing through his bones, he noticed the definite change.

Instead of his usual explosive scent he simmered down to the aftershocks, smelling akin to fired gunpowder and charcoal. Izuku found it definitely pleasing- enough to shift closer and offer his own scent to the Alpha.

The expanse of his wrist still reeked from Shouto’s scenting, sure, but it looked far less swollen and irritated compared to when they first noticed it. The glans were still hyperactive; however the smell of pure condensed sweetness had dissipated into something far more subtle. Bakugou found it especially soothing to rub his lips and cheek against it, accepting the greeting when previously he knocked it away.

The sparkle in Izuku’s eyes was as intoxicating as his scent. Bakugou didn’t even bother to hold himself back as his lips wrapped about the gland to take in the sweetness sticking to his tongue, erasing Shouto’s presence with skilled laps.

This time he felt the slick rather than watching it drop onto his thigh, immediately warming the skin it touched as Izuku’s hands roved over the smooth muscle clinging to Katsuki’s form. He was far more muscled, while Shouto remained toned.

Apparently Izuku himself was having a hard time deciding which he preferred more.

His fingers dipped between the lines of muscle, tracing each abdomen leaning down towards Bakugou’s strong hips. Those fingers kneaded the tension out as they went, soothing Bakugou, slowly melting him into an absolute puddle even as the raging scent of Shouto was upfront in his face.

Izuku dragged his tongue slowly along his lower lip, hungry green gaze flickering down to the Alpha’s cock, before wrapping both of his palms around it and beginning to stroke it at a much quicker pace.

Bakugou was snapping his jaw shut with a muffled growl, the pleasure causing his head to spin as warm and calloused hands caught along the divots and skin of his cock. Izuku appeared delighted as each quick jerk had those pleasing abdominal muscles flexing on Bakugou, spiking his scent within the air.

He didn’t even have any shame as he began to buck into that welcoming grip, anything to soothe the ache that strained through his full cock. Halfway between the first touch and now; Bakugou had managed to reach full mast, standing fully between the Omega’s fingers.

If he were also to be honest with himself, this was a pretty shabby handjob. He either didn’t stroke hard enough or went too hard, jerking it off like one would a metal rod. It was a strange stimulation that had Katsuki trying to match the pace with one he preferred further. Did Izuku never actually touch a cock before in his life?

Bakugou wanted to punch his own inner Alpha for preening at the thought.

Inevitably the smaller male ceased his actions, pulling his hand back and eyeing the glistening pre hanging to it with fascination. He would pinch his fingers together and watch the slippery substance glide easily, smearing the thin substance, before immediately parting his fingers and admiring the sheen to it from the light of the campfire.

It was kind of cute.

Well, that is until the Omega popped a single finger between those arousingly plump lips. Then it was a bit more hot than cute.

Seeing the way that small tongue slid across each digit as he sucked on the finger, tasting Bakugou’s pre; all of it was only made better when the Omega’s smile lifted in delight. He liked what he tasted, judging by how immediately his hand went back down to collect more from the head of Bakugou’s cock.

Thus he began lapping anew, sampling the salty fluids and enjoying the burst of pheromones along his tongue as he did so. It was as though he just found a new favorite food as he just kept coming back for more. Giving small touches, jerking him, squeezing him; anything to keep the pre sliding across his fingers.

Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was heaven or hell at this point.

Actually, it quickly turned to heaven; but only when Izuku finally decided to go down to the source. What a sight it was, to see a feral Omega kneeling between your legs with such a cute ass raising in the air to better reach. Small fingers danced over Katsuki’s thighs as he felt up the skin, mouth parted and breathing headily over the head of his cock.

The second another bead of pre surfaced Izuku’s mouth was immediately around it, tongue pressing against the slit as his lips firmly latched around the crown. The suddenness of the action is what had Katsuki arching his back, feet digging divots into the earth while the Omega’s mouth worked over his hypersensitive head.

Once again, it was a particularly shabby blowjob. He had to hiss his displeasure more than once as those small fangs kept brushing against his skin, though Izuku admittedly had been a quick learner. He knew just how to stroke his tongue, how to position his lips to keep those fangs as far away as possible- Bakugou hated the moment he had to pull back.

Shouto had grown restless.

“Bastard, you fucking-! I could have gotten that blowjob!” he snarled, teeth snapping to Bakugou as Izuku merely sat upon his knees and looked between the verbal spat. There were some form of cogs twirling within his head as the two Alphas interacted, monitoring their posture rather than their words.

Katsuki only scoffed in response, though his ire was largely soothed from the coattails of the Omega’s attention. He was quite happy with the outcome, if anything. Enough so that the smile he fit upon his features was more smug than not.

“It’s the least you could do for putting us in this mess.”

“How the hell did I get us into this situation? I was doing my job- you let your guard down and got us caught!”

“Hah! If you weren’t so weak you wouldn’t have gone down like a ton of bricks! Then we’d be able to apprehend whoever took us!”

“Oh my god- you are so infuriating with your pathetic logic. I hope if we’re on the menu, you’re the one eaten first.”

“Fat chance, scrawny, Izuku likes my cock more! He’d keep me alive!”

“Bold words for someone who-“

The only thing that finally silenced their bickering was Izuku quite literally entering the scene- by rolling his hips down onto Shouto and burying the Alpha in to the hilt.

There was a beat of silence where neither party knew how to react. Izuku had a strained look to his features, while Shouto’s mouth was left parted open in shock. The pain/pleasure mix didn’t register until finally Izuku was whimpering out in surprise, body shifting to pull off from just how much the burn hurt.

A small bit of blood lingered upon Shouto’s cock as only the head remained buried inside, Shouto’s eyes still comedically wide at the sight of the now-naked Omega sitting on him. Somewhere between their arguments he had managed to remove his cloth covering, leaving his aching cunt on full display as those puffy lips wrapped firmly about the head of Shouto.

He popped his cherry.

The tense realization quickly exploded into outright pleasure as Shouto’s Alpha radiated excitement, bicolored eyes immediately locking onto Midoriya as he fought against their binds. Rather than for escape, though, all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around the Omega. To soothe the pain still crinkling his brows.

Bakugou had to swallow down the bitter disappointment as he witnessed Izuku swaying his hips in subtle motions, testing the waters, before beginning to lower himself once more onto Shoto. The Alpha’s cock was already knotting at the very base, making a comfortable bump for Izuku to stop on.

He shifted, fighting past the burn and ache of the stretch, before resting both of his palms onto Shouto’s stomach to better leverage himself. His cheeks were flushed such an intoxicating shade of red as he attempted to settle, freckles popping further against the shade.

Bakugou wanted to kiss every single fucking one of them.

Shouto was in a similar state as he traced his tongue over his upper lip, eyes non-stop roving over Izuku’s body as he purred in encouragement. He didn’t dare move a muscle despite how his Alpha screamed for it. Any sudden jolts or pressure would have their captor darting.

Slowly though he began to move, beginning with subtle twists of his hips to urge Izuku into motion. The Omega just appeared content to be filled (for possibly the first time in his life), purring up a storm as he rubbed the slightly distended skin of his abdomen. Shouto was big for an Alpha of his size, sure, but Bakugou craved to see just what the Omega would look like on his cock.

The hinting worked to get the feral moving again- though it was only to subtle rocking of his hips. Every nerve was alit down the Omega’s spine as he attempted to stuff as much as he could inside of himself, mouth barely parting open to let out a chorus of surprised gasps and moans.

This was a completely new sensation for him- right down to the throb reaching all the way into his abdomen. The head of Shouto’s cock kissed his womb with each twitch of his hips, so shocking in itself; Izuku had nary a clue what to do with the new onslaught of pleasure.

His nails dug deep into Shouto’s abdomen when the Alpha suddenly lurched his hips upwards, bumping his knot to the seal of Izuku’s cunt. The sudden tease of a stretch had the Omega’s mouth watering, thighs unsteady as he made his best attempt at replicating the sensation. A quick rise off of the cock and he was bouncing down, body shuddering at the wonderfully full sensation working through him.

He couldn’t stop.

Every time Shouto would moan Izuku would trill in response, thighs burning from the steady bounce he paced on the Alpha’s lap. There wasn’t a single moment in his life he felt so much pleasure at once, body twitching from the overstimulation of it all.

It only grew further when Shouto’s next thrust had half of his knot jamming inside at once.

At first the intrusion felt so painfully wrong the Omega nearly pulled off completely, eyes blown wide in shock and watering with pain. It was a stretch he never could even imagine properly taking. Shouto had already been big to begin with! But that swollen base, almost the size of two fists put together?

He was crying out, though his body was immediately slumping down at Shouto’s encouraging croon. “C’mon, Izuku, just a bit deeper-“ The bicolored Alpha spoke, knowing that English was lost upon the wild man. But just the action of speaking itself had Izuku’s shoulders slumping, body recognizing instinctually the low-timbre croon that never failed to soothe.

With that last pull, Izuku managed to still just enough for the knot to pop, locking them together as Shouto began his release. It almost started as just a trickle; a few warm spurts of cum painting Izuku’s walls. But the more the Omega’s scent pitched to pleasure, the more cum seemed to follow. The green haired man simply couldn’t keep his hips still while he was being filled.

Those nimble hands were immediately going down to rub the subtle distention of his abdomen, hazy green flicking down to where they had been tied together. His entire body remained completely relaxed as Shouto continued his release, knot throbbing from the force, until he had nary a single more drop to give.

Izuku and Shouto sat together a panting mess by the time that Half n’ Half finished. That ugly twist of jealousy was back as Izuku tucked his head under the Alpha’s chin to purr, clearly pleased to a base-instinct level as his body kept attempting to milk and coax more out of Shouto.

But inevitably the knot went down, softened cock slipping out of Izuku at the next roll of his hips.

Shouto’s rut had been stifled for the time being, cock remaining soft despite the desperate chirps leaving his partner at the sudden emptiness. Yet Shouto (and Shouto jr.) just didn’t budge, the exhaustion from the lingering poison keeping the rich boy under.

Bakugou wouldn’t say that thus far the Feral proved to be predatory in any manner.

Though the desperate look in Izuku’s eyes, like a wolf that had spotted its next meal, rapidly changed that interpretation.

Next thing he knew he had a lapful of Omega to please, Izuku’s fingers scraping along Bakugou’s chest as he struggled to try and adjust himself. The quiet pants leaving him were doing something fierce to the blonde, emerald green eyes flickering down to where Bakugou’s cock sat fully erect and waiting.

There was something about feeling the cum of another Alpha mixing with your own that just drove that competitive edge off the charts. Bakugou was immediately tense as Izuku dragged the head of his cock along the edge of his cunt, smearing between the puffy folds that were dripping heavy with cum.

He had to fumble a bit to finally find his hole, but when he did, Izuku slid down with almost comedic ease. That full look to his abdomen was back in full-swing, Bakugou’s cock most definitely a tighter fit than Shouto’s. That knit of concentration was back in the Omega’s brows, fingers kneading his skin akin to how a cat may.

Now Bakugou could properly understand the frustration of having to wait.

He wasn’t renowned for his patience, sure, yet even he understood that there was nothing right about wanting to break through his bindings just to move. That warm cunt was igniting a fire all throughout his body, nerves prickling as sweat began to bead down his skin once again.

He didn’t even care that his mouth was parted open in order to let out unappealing gasps for air, tongue feeling thick in his mouth as Izuku was so close, so close, so fucking close-

The press of warm lips against his own immediately soothed Katsuki down from the heights he had climbed, the brush of fingertips through his spiked hair immediately drawing a broken purr from the Alpha. His head was spinning around the sensations as Izuku’s tongue poked past his lips.

Just the action alone was so shy and precious. It distracted from the slow adjustment Izuku needed to make, from the lingering of Shouto’s cum and scent over the competition. If Bakugou were to be honest with himself here, this was one of the most pleasant kisses since his first (and only) highschool sweetheart.

He wasn’t the kind of man to ever allow anyone close within his life. They were all goddamn disappointments, rejects, ‘extras’; never one he could picture curling up with and kissing in such a manner. It admittedly was enough to give him vertigo as plush and warm lips invited him further with a slow incline of his head.

Steadily their bodies began to melt together, Izuku practically putty in his lap while the steady rock of his hips pulled the most gorgeous of noises from the depths of that unmarked throat. Katsuki was a hard fit, yes, but the Omega still seemed determined as gentle hands skimmed over the paint dressing Bakugou’s body.

The colors smeared from the motions, making a complete mess by the time Izuku returned them to the line of Bakugou’s shoulder to grip. Katsuki could feel just how deep he was, how the head of his cock kept meeting slackened resistance with each roll of his hips.

With dizzying clarity he knew he must be pressing Izuku’s cervix. Did Half n’ Half manage to push inside when he knotted?

The thought was immediately banished as the green-haired Omega nipped at his partner’s lower lip, tongue immediately catching as a wet pant escaped at the same time. He was wrecked, thoroughly and completely, cunt leaking cum and slick all over Bakugou with each snap of his hips.

In hindsight, Katsuki should have been expecting the Omega’s orgasm sooner.

There was something gorgeously primal about the lines he could scratch into Bakugou’s skin, the snap of his back creating an intoxicating arch that only accented the small patch of weight clinging to his chest. Bakugou’s eyes were immediately glued to it, mouth hung open in order to savor every single bit of pheromones rolling from the sated Omega.

The orgasm sucked Katsuki impossibly deep inside, squeezing and clenching around his cock until he too was plummeting. It was like a snap of his fingers before his knot popped inside of Izuku.

If the Omega’s stomach had been swollen before, it was nothing compared to when Katsuki was finished with him. Pulse after pulse of cum was filling the empty space inside of the Feral, resulting in the gorgeous man sobbing in sheer relief as his body’s frantic itch had been scratched.

His scent glands were no longer as horrendously swollen as they first had been, the desperate edge to his scent replaced with a wonderful aroma. When Izuku fit himself against Katsuki’s chest, he couldn’t help the way he nosed at the gland at his neck, pulling in the soothing sweetness that complimented so well with his own.

Only when the final coattails of their orgasms made way to exhaustion did Bakugou notice the multiple curious eyes that leveled with the trio.

All Omegas.

All with swollen, irritated glands.

…and all with the same hungry expression.

(Hopefully help would arrive fast.)