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Bakugou had been skipping all his ruts with suppressants throughout high school since his very first rut when he presented as an alpha.
It was messy, raw, wet and out of control.
His quirk was getting off so much like a fucking amateur quirk-user beginner so he couldn't keep using his fucking hands to rub his swollen needy dick. Every tiny explosions was like an arrow right through his ego as he tries so hard to cum but couldn't be anywhere near that feeling, so he swallowed his pride and opened the box beside his bed.
Inside was full of sex toys his parents bought and left in his room and damn if he wasn't both fucking embarrassed and grateful they though about his quirk when he saw this "fire and explosion proof" label on it.
So he hesitated, but lubed it up and put in the head of his dick inside the toy anyway and holy crap it felt so good. It was warm and soft and fucking wet and he couldn't keep himself in control any more after that and just rammed his whole cock inside it while heard an unfamiliar sound coming out of his mouth.
Time passes fast but too damn slow, looks like this fucking torture was never ending.
After his knot inflated at the first time, he was so overwhelmed by pleasure his body collapsed over his bed. Sweat all over him, hands gripping the sheets so hard smoke was coming out of it, covered knot in total display all flushed inside this damn good and shitty sex toy milking him dry.
The alpha panted heavy and hard, trying to figure if his rut is finally done or if more waves of total perverted needs are coming over again.
Even though Katsuki was so horny it hurt, he was also in distress.
He had no idea what he likes and dislikes in bed. The blond wasn't into beat his meat, he didn't like girls or boys, and he didn't give a damn about alphas, betas, omegas and their scents.
Katsuki can't keep wasting time like this. He was going to be the damn number one hero in Japan. God damn it if he hope to be a beta and skip all this shitty annoyance about scents, pheromones, ruts and heat. It's all a fucking distractions and a waste of time.
After a few more rounds of forced orgasms, when he felt like himself again, his knot finally deflated for the last time so he finally could get up and take a damn shower to take all this shitty scent and sweat off of him.
He swore to himself he will never ever feel so humiliated by his own second gender again.
This will be the first and only time he will feel so powerless, helpless, vulnerable and exposed.
He will became Japan number one hero even if he has to force his rut out of his body.