BKDK ABO JAIL AU

Omegas are not allowed to be housed in the same prisons as alphas. Too many pheromones. Too many fights. Too much sex.

So they now have seperate prisons for omegas, with Beta guards.

Katsuki is not a Beta.

But he's also not a guard.

He's just a janitor.
❗PLEASE QRT THE THREAD❗
He's an Alpha with a record.

Violent fights.

Explosive outbursts.

One count of assault. But that smarmy fucker was asking for it, with his too wide smile and crusty lips.

Asshole.

Anyway, it's hard for him to find work with a record like that.
No one wants to be responsible for a violent Alpha.

So he just has to be responsible for himself.

Fuck it.

He doesn't need anyone.

And this is the mindset he's had since he was 16 years old, when they had first sent him to juvenile hall for a reckless fight with a classmate.
It wasn't his fault that the school thought it would be a good idea to have newly presenting Alphas play competitive games.

And it wasn't his fault that he'd broken that weaker Alpha's arm either.

Shouldn't have been so fuckin' weak then.

But he digresses.
He's now twenty four years old, and life might be tough, but he's tougher. He's obtained a cellphone, a shitty, low income apartment, a used car, and, with grudging help from his best friend Kirishima, a job, which actually paid him more than he had expected it to.
His mom and dad were still around, still supported him, even when he didn't ask, and he was glad for them. Silently thankful that they had never turned his back on him like so much of the world already had, dismissing him as a lost cause.
He still remembered fondly how his mom had been dragged from his court hearing snarling and foaming at the mouth when his sentence had been set.

Fuckin' hag...

Even his dad had been pushed to the edge, filling the room with potent, angry omega pheromones.

He loved them.
He wouldn't fucking admit it out loud though.

They knew.

He'd finished his schooling online, under court orders. Stayed to himself. Never let anyone too close. Not even a partner, be it for ruts or love.

Everyone was useless anyways.
So he just...existed.

And he had been existing for the entire six months he'd been employed when an erotically mouthwatering scent suddenly wafted down the hall.

Katsuki's Alpha rumbled, and he inhaled deeply.

/Omega./
Now, he wasn't stupid.

He knows what an Omega in heat smells like. His building is full of them, whining and moaning through paper thin walls as they either take care of it themselves or get fucked into oblivion by their Alphas.
But /this/...

Fuck, he's /never/ smelled anything like this...

He inhales again, drool pooling in his mouth as the broom he's holding clatters to the ground forgotten.

It's the middle of the night, at a time when the guards are least present. 1? 2 a.m.?
Which means that no one stops him from wandering to the only place in the entire prison where he's banned.

The Omega Heat Ward.

The smell of mint and grass and something dark and earthy that makes him sweat underneath his standard uniform is leaking from under the locked door.
And he knows immediately that he needs to get behind it.

Whipping out his phone, he send a quick, urgent text.

Blasty💥: Section J bathroom. 10 minutes. Emergency. Come alone.
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Honestly, he /shouldn't/ be surprised when Kirishima slides into the bathroom panicked and panting with his gun drawn, but he still is.

"Bakugou! What's wrong?! What happened?!" He yelps, his arm swinging wildly.

"Fuck!" Katsuki hisses, ducking down out of range.
"Nothing! Stop! Put that fucking thing away!"

"What do you mean nothing?!" He yells as his arm lowers slowly. "Why did you message me like that?! I thought something terrible had happened!"

"Stop /yelling/!" He whisper yells, hurrying past the Beta male to push the door closed.
Kirishima exhales harshly, but he stops, holstering his gun while clicking the safety on at the same time.

"Blasty, if this is your idea of a joke, it is /not/ funny," he says, his voice lowered to normal octaves.

"No! No, it's not - fuck!" He growls, yanking at his blond hair.
"Kirishima, I need to ask you a favor."

The red head frowns, cocking his head to the side. "Well, sure, Blasty, anythi-"

"No! Stop! Don't say yes so fast," he interrupts, turning to pin him with his red gaze. "This is a really, /really/ big favor."
"How big?"

"...Possibly lose your job big."

Kirishima sucks in a quick breath, his gaze sharpening.

"...What's the favor?"

Katsuki meets his eyes without a hint of hesitation.

"I need you to let me into the Omega Heat Ward."
"No."

"Kirishima-!"

"Bakugou," the redhead snaps, and he bites down on a growl. "That area is full of unmated, in heat, /criminal/ omegas. And you're an Alpha. It's like throwing a tiger into a pit of steaks and saying he can't hurt them, only for the steaks to stab the tiger."
"I cannot let you in there, I'm sor-"

"Kirishima, please."

The redhead pauses in shock, looking at his friend with wide eyes. In ten years of friendship, he's /never/ heard the Alpha say please.

He didn't think Bakugou even knew was please /was/.
The blond isn't looking at him anymore.

He's glaring at the floor, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides and jaw clenched. He looks...smaller somehow.

"Please," he whispers through gritted teeth. "I have - I /need/ to get in there. I can't explain it, I just-!"
Kirishima sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face.

On the one hand, he could lose his job if Bakugou and, in turn, himself got caught.

On the other hand...

He's never seen Bakugou like this. His been in an /apartment building/ full of in heat omegas and never blinked once.
Whoever was in the Omega Heat Ward must be someone special if it was pushing the Alpha to /this/.

He lets out a soft sigh that turns into a groan, wishing for the millionth time that he wasn't so soft for his friends.

"Take off your clothes."
Bakugou's head shoots up in surprise, only to see Kirishima quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Whoa, /whoa/-!"

"Oh, relax," he snaps, shucking his shirt off and laying it on the sink. "There may not be any cameras in the heat ward, but there /are/ outside the door."
He begins to work on his belt next as Katsuki stares in confusion.

"Luckily, it's lights out right now, so if anyone has to pull the footage, they should only see a guard making sure the Omega prisoners have adequate heat essentials during the night."
Katsuki finally catches on, and then he's quick to shed his own jumpsuit.

They're around the same size thanks to Kirishima's frequent gym trips, so the clothes go on without much fuss.

"This, I'll be keeping," the Beta says, holding his gun into the air briefly.
"Not even gonna /risk/ it going back there."

Katsuki nods as the redhead holds up two keys from his ring.

"This key," he says with a gesture to a medium sized gold one, "unlocks the Ward door. The door locks automatically each way, so don't worry about remembering that."
"This key," he continues, holding up a larger, silver one, "is a master key. It unlocks all the cell doors in the prison, heat ward doors included. Cell doors also lock each way, but make /sure/ that none of the omegas get to this key. Or else it'll be /very/ bad for me and you."
Katsuki nods, busy shoving all of his blond hair under the hat that Kirishima had already handed him.

Excitement was bubbling in his gut, and his Alpha was going crazy in his mind, eager for a taste of what they had both been smelling.

"Be careful, Bakugou," Kirishima murmurs.
"Don't make me lose my job."

He nods once firmly.

"I got it...thank you, Kirishima."

And he's gone before Kirishima is finished being shocked that he can say thank you, too.
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The scent of his Omega reaches his nose all the way down the hall, and he inhales it the entire walk to the Heat Ward door.

His hands are shaking as he reaches to unlock it, and his knees almost buckle when it actually does.

It's overwhelming.
There are at least seven omegas currently being housed in the heat ward, and the mix of smells is almost suffocating with it's blatant sweetness and lust. He would be disgusted if /his/ Omega's smell wasn't cutting through the other ones, making his dick pulse with need.
❗TW: Voyeurism. Forgot to tag. My bad.❗
There are twelve cells here in all, the bars gleaming softly in the moonlight of the also barred windows. He can see each and every one of the omegas, writhing in their sheets with need.

"Alpha..."

Oh, he's been noticed.

He glances over at the cell closest to him.
There's a blond omega there, watching him with wide, shocked eyes. He smells like clouds and electricity, and his thighs are glistening with slick.

"Alpha," he calls again, curiously spreading his thighs in offering.

Katsuki shakes his head slowly, frowning.
"No. Not here for you."

The blond pouts for only a few seconds before shrugging, sinking back into his covers with a soft sigh.

Katsuki trails farther down the line, sniffing the air.

The next omega he sees is a female, her hair long and brown.
She has pouty lips, large eyes, and an admittedly nice pair of tits, which she arches to offer up to him as he passes by.

"Alpha?" She asks in a perky voice heavy with lust.

But he shakes his head at her too, moving along.
He passes two females and another male before stopping at the sixth cell, where the smell is strongest.

The omega in there is covered by a thin sheet that seems to accent every dip and curve of a shifting body.

"Omega," he croons softly, wrapping a hand around the cell bar.
The omega freezes, and for a second Katsuki is worried that he may have scared them.

But then the covered body is shifting, sitting up, and the sheet is falling down to pool around a thin waist and-

"Fuck," he breathes, the words punched out of him with awe.
A male Omega is looking up at him, his chest heaving with each panting breath. His hair is wild and vibrant green, and his eyes are sparkling like a freshly cut emerald.

He's got freckles trailing across the bridge of his nose and down his flushed chest.
And when he shifts to his knees, Katsuki catches a glimpse of glistening pubic hair between drenched thighs.

Fuck.

He swallows thickly, pressing closer to the locked door as the freckled Omega looks him over curiously, puffing out his chest in an attempt to look bigger.
"...Alpha?" He asks softly, and holy shit, his voice sounds like bells, but sinful. Soft and melodious and perfect, drenched in want.

He nods slowly, looking deep into green eyes, which means he gets to watch them light up with glee as he smiles shyly.

"Come, Alpha."
He snatches the key ring from his belt, fumbling to open the door and remove the obstacle between him and heaven.

The Omega watches him the whole time.

He yanks at it when it finally pops open, the key ring zipping on its leash back in place.
And then his inside of the cell, the door clicking shut behind him sounding like a bomb in the quiet of the ward.

He's breathing harder than he was a few moments ago, and sweat is gathering under his hat. He feels drunk with something that he can't even name.
He swallows, suddenly nervous as he steps forward.

His Omega is even more breathtaking up close, all plush lips and long eyelashes. He looks fucking delicious, and Katsuki has never wanted to eat something more.

"What's your name?" He asks softly.
Something passes over the Omega's face quicker than he can catch, and then he's smiling softly again.

"Izuku," he purrs, blinking up at him with big eyes as he leans back on his elbows. "And your name, Alpha?"

He gulps loudly, his eyes suddenly locked on spreading thighs.
"K-Katsuki," he stutters, dizzy in the face of such a such blatant lewdness. "Bakugou Katsuki."

Izuku hums, biting down softly on his bottom lip as he reaches down to trace the slit of his glistening cunt with thin, scarred fingers.

"And is this what you want...Katsuki?"
He nods, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Yes, I-I do, but I don't - I've never-"

He huffs loudly, and the Omega's eyes spark with understanding.

And heat.

"Virgin Alpha," he murmurs, his voice both surprised and hungry, making him shudder.

He nods again.
Izuku beckons him with a finger, and he drops to his knees like a stone in water, already breathing harder.

"Come," he coos again, softer than before as he spreads his legs even wider to accommodate Katsuki's large shoulders.
He knows what a pussy is.

He's seen them when he watches porn, watches Alphas go absolutely rabid for it.

But porn and reality are two different things.

First of all, there's hair.

Not a lot, but enough, covering the entire mound in soft, glistening green hairs.
It makes the smell of Izuku's slick more potent here, since it's trapped in the soft fuzz, and Katsuki groans as his dick strains against the zipper of his pants.

Second of all, the look.

It looks /nothing/ like the ones he's seen in porn.

It looks...small.
Like ridiculously small.

It looks like it could barely fit a finger, let alone Katsuki's dick /and/ knot.

"It's small," he whispers, his red eyes flicking up to meet green ones.

Izuku laughs softly, reaching down with one hand.

"Don't worry. It's sturdy," he replies.
He uses a few fingers to spread himself open, and the smell almost knocks him on his ass.

He whines low in his throat, red eyes taking in every detail, from the flushed, pink color of Izuku's twitching walls, to the hard bump at the very top of his cunt.
He wants to roll around in this smell and take it home with him, drool pooling in his mouth and dick jumping in his pants.

"Fuck," he whispers.

"Soon," Izuku hums, his other hand reaching out to gently cup his chin and tug him closer to his clit.
"Now, do you know what this is, Alpha?"

He swallows back a rush of fluid that does nothing for his parched throat, clawing lightly at the Omega's sheets.

"A-A clitoris," he moans softly, licking his dry lips quickly.

Izuku purrs, pleased with his answer.
"Very good, Alpha. Have you ever seen one?"

He shakes his head as much as he can in the firm grip.

"O-only in porn..."

"Mmm...have you ever licked one?"

He shakes his head again, his heart leaping into his throat.

"Do you want to?"

"God, yes," he hisses.
Izuku's laugh is soft and amused and Katsuki wants to hear it forever.

"Go ahead. /Slowly/."

He leans forward, his tongue already halfway out of his mouth.

The flavor.

It spreads across his tongue like butter on toast, something salty and flavorful that makes his Alpha howl.
But Izuku's shaky moan is even better, his hand tightening around Katsuki's chin. He groans, trying to make that single lick last as long as he can before he has to pull away.

Izuku is panting heavily already, looking down at him with burning green eyes.

"Again," he whispers.
He obeys, dragging his tongue over the firm nub that seems to pulse under the light pressure.

"Again," Izuku says before he's even done, and this time it's a moan of pleasure, his eyelids drooping heavily.

Katsuki moans, eagerly licking at his clit again. And again.
He doesn't wait for Izuku to tell him anymore, he just does it, dragging his tongue and lips repeatedly over the little nub until Izuku's thighs are shaking around his shoulders and his gasping cries are filling the air.
He wants more.

He pauses, tongue pressed right up against it, and waits until frantic eyes meet his own before letting his tongue dip down slowly, a question in his heated gaze.

"Oh fuck," Izuku whines, but he nods quickly, his hand going from a soaked chin to blond hair.
Katsuki's shoves his tongue inside of the small hole, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as it clenches down on the licking muscle tightly. It's immediately messy, slick soaking his chin and cheeks obscenely as he slurps what he can down his throat.
The taste is even better here, quenching his need better than any food or drink ever has. And he's ravenous with it, switching from the clenching hole to his swollen clit hungrily as Izuku's cries get louder with need.

"A-Alpha!" He gasps, yanking at his hair.
"My clit-! Suck my-!"

Katsuki can't do anything but obey, sealing his lips around the small nub and sucking harshly.

Izuku orgasms with a shout, his back arching off the floor as his thighs spasm violently, slick splashing across his chin and the collar of Kirishima's shirt.
Fuck. He's gonna have to buy him a new one. Like fuck is he gonna give it back now.

He sucks until trembling hands push him away, and he bites back an angry growl as he parts from his meal.

Izuku looks absolutely fucked out, flushed all the way down to his belly button.
But he also looks extremely relieved, and Katsuki's Alpha rumbles happily at seeing such a blissed out look on their Omega's face.

/Good. Omega pleased./

Katsuki croons soothingly in his throat as he crawls over the smaller body, and Izuku trills gently in reply.
He shudders when small hands reach down, cupping his dick through the soaked pants he's wearing.

Shit, he couldn't give this outfit back anyways.

"Did you like that, Alpha?" Izuku murmurs, blinking up at him innocently.
He chokes on his answer when the Omega begins to massage him, his knot already half swollen.

"I-Izuku," he moans, watching him with half lidded eyes.

Izuku shudders, moving up to yank his belt undone.

"Fuck, don't say my name like that," he groans as he pushes his pants open.
He almost blacks out when a warm hand grips him through his boxers, his hips jumping forward as a loud moan bursts from his throat. He could probably cum like this, but Izuku is shushing him gently.

"Whoa, easy there, Alpha," he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to his neck.
"S-sorry," he whines, clenching his eyes shut tightly as the freckled man begins to ease his boxers down his tense thighs, freeing his erection to the cool air.

"Mmmm, big Alpha," he groans in appreciation, biting his bottom lip.
(Been a while since I've had to remind y'all to qrt and comment to fuel me to write more 😤)
(Okay, I'm updating but that does NOT mean slack off with the qrts. Blow me up. I want my notifs BROKEN.)
His dick twitches under the man's appreciative gaze, and he croons.

"I'm going to touch you now, alright?" Izuku murmurs, and waits for him to nod before wrapping a soft hand around his dick.

He wheezes weakly, tensing every muscle he has in an attempt to not embarrass himself.
It feels /extraordinarily/ good, way better than his own hand. Soft skin housing a gentle touch that caresses the leaking head of his dick.

"Poor Alpha," he murmurs, but he's smiling as he says it, pleased at how worked up the blond is. "You look ready to burst."
"Fuck," he groans, looking between their bodies to sear the image of pale hands wrapping around his dick into his mind.

"You like that, Alpha?" Izuku purrs, and Katsuki watches as his index finger plays with the sticky precum leaking from the head.
Watches as his Omega uses his own flesh tugs him closer, until the leaking tip is pressed against soaked pubes, mixing their scents together obscenely in the air.

He wants to howl, wants to/thrust/, but he can't, he's too overwhelmed with everything going on.
So he lets Izuku lead, trusting him to guide him.

"I'm not a virgin," the Omega whispers, and Katsuki bites back a snarl at the mere /thought/ of anyone else touching what's his, "but I've been locked up a few years now. Been just me and my hand for these heats."
He listens quietly, red eyes locked on hazy green.

"And I'm not gonna lie. You're /big/. Bigger than I've ever had."

Nice.

"So I'm gonna need you to be a little gentle with me, okay? Can you do that, Alpha?"

He's nodding before Izuku even finishes speaking.
"Y-yeah, I can. I can, I promise," he whispers, his heart pounding in his chest.

Izuku smiles for him, pleased.

"Good boy," he purrs, and Katsuki's belly fills with /heat/.

He's so turned on by those two simple words that he almost misses when Izuku lines him up.

Almost.
He's ready for it, begging for it in his mind, desperate to be inside of that slick, delicious hole when Izuku pauses again.

"Can you promise me something else, Alpha?"

"Fuck, y-yeah, anything, just-!"

Green eyes meeting his own silence his babbling.
"Can you promise not to cum, Alpha?"

He inhales, sharp and hurt, and to be honest, he probably would have started crying had Izuku not rushed ahead.

"N-not for the whole time! Like, eventually you can. But can you just...hold it for a while? Let me enjoy it?"
And the thing is, he /really/ wants to say yes. To promise that he can do that for him.

But he's a virgin who's about to fuck the prettiest omega that he's ever seen, and based on how much he's already leaking, the odds aren't looking too good for him
"I-I can try," he replies shakily, flushing with embarrassment. "B-but I can't - n-not for long-"

"Not asking for long. Just asking for not immediately," Izuku says with a soft laugh.

And then he's pulling him forward again, looking into his eyes.

"Remember. Slowly."
Katsuki already wants to cum, honestly.

Just the /feeling/ of his dick pressing against the wet flesh of the other has his balls ready to empty.

But it's nothing compared to how badly he wants to cum when the tip of it pops inside.

"Oh, /fuck/-!"
Izuku moans loudly, arching underneath him as he's stretched open, his Omega trilling happily in his mind.

/Alpha Alpha Alpha-!/

"Alpha!" He echoes breathlessly, his legs quivering where they're pressed flat against the floor as he uses them to lift his hips into the air.
He's not pushing deeper, not just yet.

Instead, he's slowly rocking back and forth, letting the tip repeatedly pop in and out of his soaked hole until the slide is slick and easy, occasionally dragging it upwards to circle around his clit.
He looks completely blissed out, abd Katsuki would find it /soo/ hot if he wasn't /so/ ready to unload everything he's ever had all over Izuku's pretty pink insides.

It's /tight/, first of all. Tighter than any toy he's ever fucked. And it feels like heated, pulsing silk.
Welcoming him each time he enters and sucking at him desperately each time he pulls out.

He's gonna die before he even gets to cum.

"'Zuku," he gasps weakly.

The Omega yelps when he thrusts forward at the same time his hips push up, filling him with another inch.

"A-ah!"
"Sorry," he whispers frantically, already pulling away, but one long leg wrapping around his waist stops him.

"It's fine! It's fine," he gasps, his head tilted back to reveal a pale throat that Katsuki wants to bite. "I-it doesn't hurt. I was just surprised..."
He looks even more wrecked that before, a vivid blush painting his cheeks red as he gently rocks forward.

Katsuki bites at his inner cheek firmly, his arms shaking on either side of his Omega's body.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he moans, and Izuku moans back.

"Alpha..."
(I accidentally fell asleep, but I'm back now and running on yesterday's motivation to finish this, so let's get it!)
He snarls loudly, the sound echoing through the heat ward as he flexes his hips to ease in another inch.

Izuku takes a shaky breath, letting his head once more fall back against the sheets behind him as Katsuki begins to rock, only using what little he has inside to fuck him.
It's hot. Burning his strength and sanity away from the inside out, his Omega getting closer and closer to the surface with each gentle push of his Alpha's hips.

He can feel his slick leaking out of him, soaking the sheets below their moving bodies.
And he can feel his insides clenching, hungry for more of what the blond has to give.

"More," he groans, wrapping a small hand around a strong hip, his other hand still wrapped around his dick. "More, Alpha, c'mon."

Katsuki groans and pushes forward again until Izuku stops him.
Happily sinking in another few inches.

He's halfway in right now, and he's a sweaty, gasping mess. His dick is pulsing like the deep, pounding beat of a drum, his balls drawn up and heavy with seed and his knot swollen and sensitive.

He's gonna pop, and soon.
"Omega," he whines as he blinks the sweat from his eyes, his breathing heavy and erratic in his chest. "Omega, Izuku, /please/-!"

He glances up, amused green eyes meeting desperate red.

"You're needy," he mumbles, but he doesn't sound angry or put out.
He sounds gleeful, as if Katsuki had just revealed an amazing secret.

"Please, I can't take it, I'm losing my mind," he groans, pressing their sweaty foreheads together.

Izuku chuckles, both of his hands moving, reaching back to grip two handfuls of his Alpha's muscular ass.
"I gotta admit...so am I."

Sharp nails dig into his skin, and he doesn't even get the chance to hiss in pain before his hips are being yanked forward to meet Izuku's, shoving all the remaining inches of his dick inside in one go, the loud, wet 'smack' echoing through the air.
His mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, body convulsing as he cums.

He can't even stop it. It's too much.

Too much tight.

Too much wet.

Too much hot.

He can barely breathe with the force of it, the very air knocked from his lungs and leaving him gasping as he unloads.
His knot swells to bursting, locking their bodies together in the most intimate way an Alpha and an Omega can be tied as his dick pulses, filling the freckled man with hot, potent cum.

It could last for seconds.

It could last for days.

But eventually it does end.
Leaving him wrung out and dizzy as he fights not to crush his Omega under his much larger frame.

"F-fuck," he whispers, his head hanging. "'M sorry. I didn't-! I /couldn't/-!"

"Easy, Alpha," Izuku coos, and Katsuki shudders in relief when he reaches out to cup his cheek.
"It's alright. I'm not mad. If anything, I expected it," he says with a soft laugh.

"But-!"

The feeling of his pussy clamping down around him makes him gasp with sensitivity, and he has to fight to not just pass out right then and there.
Izuku giggles, and a part of him is pissed that he's being teased like this, but the Alpha part of him preens at making him laugh.

"It's okay. It feels good," he murmurs, his nails gently scratching at his lower back until he groans softly in contentment.
"Now, can you be a good Alpha and roll us over?"

He nods, leaning down to wrap the man in his arms. It takes a quick second to get his body to move, but eventually he does, flopping onto his side with a huff and then sluggishly rolling onto his back with Izuku on top of him.
And what a fucking sight he is.

Now in the direct light of the moon through the window, Katsuki can actually see how beautiful he is.

Pale skin. Freckles not only dusting his face and chest, but his inner thighs as well. His nipples are hard and pink on top of small tits.
He's also lean. He's not all soft and squishy like some of the other Omega's he sees around the prison. He's got small muscles all over his body that, while not intimidating, prove that he's not weak. That he will fight if necessary, and win if possible.
But the /best/ part of him is the newest addition.

His lower belly, swollen and bulging out just enough to be noticeable, courtesy of Katsuki's cum and dick pushing against his insides.

If he hadn't /just/ nutted, he would nut.

"God, you're fuckin' /gorgeous/," he whispers.
Izuku looks surprised for a brief moment before he snorts loudly.

"Yeah, okay."

Katsuki immediately scowls, offended on Izuku's behalf.

"Do I look like a fuckin' liar to you, nerd?!"

Izuku chuckles, rolling his hips in a way that makes him shiver.
"A liar, no. Flatterer, maybe. Probably just looking for something to say to cut through the silence."

Katsuki frowns harder, clamping a large hand down tightly on one of those firm thighs until green eyes meet his own.

"I /said/ you're gorgeous," he enunciates slowly.
And /I/ said you're delusional," Izuku replies cheekily, booping him on the nose with a finger. "I'm way too scarred up to be gorgeous."

Katsuki doesn't immediately reply, looking him over once more.

Now that it's said, he can actually see the scars Izuku is talking about.
Older ones. Newer ones. Big ones and small ones, scattered across his entire body, crisscrossing his arms and some of his legs, even his fingers.

Katsuki takes all of this in before meeting Izuku's eyes again.

"I think you're the most gorgeous Omega I've ever seen."
He doesn't look away, doesn't blink, until Izuku does, clearing his throat softly as he places small hands on his chest.

"Whatever you say."

Any kind of fight we would have had is sucked out of him as Izuku starts to /rock/.
Back and forth, slow and steady, grinding himself on Katsuki's dick.

"Oh my /fuckin'/-," he gasps, arching into the air as the Omega begins to clench around him.

"How long does it usually take your knot to go down, Alpha?" He asks softly, already breathing heavier.
"T-twenty minutes?"

"Perfect," he groans, his head dropping back as he continues to move. "That's plenty of time..."

And thus begins the longest twenty minutes of Katsuki's life. Izuku is relentless, working and twisting his hips in ways that the Alpha has never seen.
He's left gasping and clawing as the sheets below him as Izuku takes his pleasure from his body, moaning at the feeling of cum shifting inside of him as he works quick, experienced fingers around his clit.

He actually rips one of the pillows in two when the Omega cums.
His high, keening whine of completion echoing around them as his insides pulse rhythmically around his dick, soaking his lap in hot, omega boy slick.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasps with each wave of pleasure, his hips circling slowly to ride it out as long as he can.
Katsuki is panting, the sheets beneath him covered in little feathers. He didn't even fucking cum, but he still feels wrecked and wrung out.

He has to bite down on his tongue when Izuku starts to move again, his green hair falling into his eyes.
"Got time for one more," he mumbles to himself, his eyes slipping closed.

Katsuki might not survive it, but like fuck is he gonna tell him to stop either.

In fact, he's gonna help.

He reaches out tentatively, letting his fingertips glide over round hips.
Izuku's eyes fly open, bright and wild as he gasps.

"Ah!"

It makes him bold.

He goes from finger tips to a whole hand, gripping a lean hip and tugging him down harder, to the point where is clit is now grinding against his pelvic bone.
Izuku shudders almost violently, falling against his chest as Katsuki moves him.

"M-more," he gasps out, burying his face against his chest, biting at his full pecs.

He groans and obeys, grabbing the other hip with his free hand to grind him down harder.
His entire lower body is soaked with slick, so it's a wet and easy slide back and forth, his fingers digging roughly into soft skin as he guides him.

"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growls, looking down at his flushed face, at the tears gathering in his eyes.
He wants to tattoo this exact image onto the backs of his eyelids so he can never forget it. His Omega, whimpering and gasping for him as he grinds their groins together roughly.

Izuku can't stop moaning, his wails and cries getting louder and louder with each grind.
He feels alive with pleasure, his body shaking the closer her gets to orgasm.

"C-closhe," he slurs, drool leaking from his open mouth as he's shifted harder, his clit on fire with need.

"Close?" The Alpha whispers, and fuck, his voice is /so deep/.
Like thunder during a savage storm, making heat explode in his belly as be begins to twitch uncontrollably.

"You gonna cum for me again, Omega?" He growls, nails digging roughly into a soft ass cheek. "Gonna soak me in more of that tasty slick of yours?"
He can't even /speak/, but he nods helplessly, a broken sob bursting free from his chest as he reaches the point of no return.

"Cum for me, Izuku."

His orgasm slams into him with the force of a runaway train, stealing his voice mid wail as lightning shoots down his spine.
He can't see, he can't hear, he can only feel.

And he /feels/ like he's about to rip apart at the seams, choking on each heaving breath he manages to take as his orgasm astral projects him into nothingness.

He's gone for so long that he doesn't even feel Katsuki's knot deflate.
But he does feel the rush of fluids that leave him immediately after.

"Fuck," Katsuki groans, unable to even be concerned as Kirishima's uniform is ruined even more, too focused on the image of Izuku's clenching, soaked cunt hovering over his swollen, equally soaked dick.
He wishes he could take a picture.

But his memories will have to do.

Izuku seems to come back to himself as he's laying him down, groaning as hd stretches on the soft pallet below him.

"Holy fuck," he groans softly.

Katsuki huffs.

"Yeah."
They sit in relative quiet for a long while before Katsuki, shifts pulling his phone out.

4:57 a.m.

He's been in here for roughly two hours.

He curses softly and begins to stand, willing his shaking legs to work.

"I gotta go," he mumbles.
Izuku hums, a sad little smirk tugging at his lips.

"Yeah, I know," he replies quietly.

He watches as Katsuki gets redressed, giggling at his not completely exaggerated faces as he pulls on the now sticky clothing.

"Sorry," he says in a very not sorry voice.
"Yeah, that's real convincing," he says dryly, once again shoving his blond hair under his hat.

He checks to make sure he has everything.

Phone? Check.

Hat? Check.

Key ring? Check.

Gold key? Check.

Silver key? Check.

That's everything.

Now all that's left is the goodbye.
He's not pouting when he faces him again.

He's not.

"Guess I'll see you around, or whatever," he says slowly.

Izuku smiles, nodding.

"Guess so."

Well.

That's that.

He's turning away again when Izuku calls out to him.

"Hey, Alpha?"

"Yeah?"

"You ever been kissed before?"
"...No."

A soft tug at his pant leg is all it takes for him to collapse, wrapping the small omega in his arms and pressing their mouths together.

Izuku huffs a laugh against his lips and then two hands cup his face, angling his head, and oh. /Oh/. That's much better.
He moans when a soft tongue presses against his own, twirling wetly until he feels like melting into a little puddle of Alpha goo.

Man, he /really/ has to go.

He breaks away with a sharp gasp, pressing their foreheads together to look into his eyes as they catch their breath.
"Goodbye, Izuku," he murmurs.

The Omega's smile is blinding.

"See you, Katsuki."

He stands, doing a impromptu triple check of everything before actually leaving the cell.

It feels like he leaves a part of himself as well.
Bur before he can even be upset, a drawling voice is filling the air.

"You both looked like you had a good time."

He whips around, coming face to face with a smirking, pink haired Omega leaning naked against the bars.

Fuck.

He had forgotten about the others.
"Hell of a way to lose your virginity, huh?" She asks with a cackle as he flushes all the way down to his toes.

"Leave him alone, Mina," the blond one that had propositioned him earlier calls from his cell. "Let him enjoy his de-virgining in peace."
"Aw, lemme have some fun, Denks," she whined.

"You /had/ your fun," another calls, a male one with dual colored hair and eyes. "We could hear them /and/ you the whole time."

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "Like I was the only one who rubbed a few out listening to them."

Silence.
Katsuki feels like he's gonna explode with embarrassment. He makes a break for the outer door of the ward, ducking his head so that he won't meet anyone's gaze.

"Ease up, you guys," Izuku suddenly calls out, although he sounds pretty amused by it all. "Let him live."
The door closes on Mina whining about how he never lets her have any fun.

He power walks to the prison locker room, where he pulls out his phone to send a quick text to Kirishima to meet him there before stripping and hopping in the shower.
He emerges to Kirishima's highly unamused face as he surveys his ruined uniform with crossed arms.

"You lucky that one, I have a spare uniform at home, and two, my shift is over in a few minutes so I don't have to explain why I'm not in uniform to the other guards," he says.
"I'll buy you a new one," he mutters, flushing as he pulls on his civilian clothes. His shift is almost over, too.

"Oh, you owe me way more than that. I cleaned up a few places so the cameras could see me as you doing your job if they so happened to look."
Katsuki snorts.

"Do you /know/ how filthy this place is?! I'm gonna have to bleach my whole hand to feel clean!"

"Gee, what a nightmare," he says mockingly. "Thank God you don't have to do it every night like the janitor here does."

"...Fair enough. You still owe me, though."
"Yeah, I know," he replies quietly, shrugging on his jacket. "And I will, I promise."

That's all Kirishima needs go hear to clap him on the shoulder with a bright smile.

"Great! I'm gonna go shower the smell of prison off of me now."
He waits until Kirishima is in the shower to grab his uniform, stuffing it into a scent proof bag to take home.

He already owes him a new one anyways.
✨👀✨
About a week and a half later, he's walking home when a breaking news story on one of the city jumbotrons catches his eye.

/OMEGAS ESCAPE PRISON./

He stops in the middle of the square, ignoring the annoyed crowd as his eyes lock on five grainy mugshots.
Mina.

The blond one. Denks?

The long haired female.

The half and half one.

And Izuku.

The announcers voice is booming as it echoes though the air.

/"Five Omegas known as the Plus Ultra Alliance escaped from jail today after a riot in the prison yard.
These Omegas were arrested exactly six years ago after being proven guilty of several bank robberies, as well as the group ambushing of nearly twenty Alphas, all leading to hospitalization. Izuku Midoriya, otherwise known as 'Deku', is considered leader of these five omegas.
They were last seen leaving the One for All Bank, having robbed it of exactly 2.5 million dollars. If you have information regarding any of these omegas whereabouts, you are encouraged to contact the local authorities at once. More on this story at 11."/
Katsuki is /reeling/.

Izuku Midoriya.

Deku.

He vaguely recalls the story of their arrest six years ago. They had robbed more than eight banks of millions upon millions of dollars that to this day hasn't been found, and left Alphas broken and weak in the hospitals.
He's in a daze the entire way home, too shocked to even pay attention to where he's going. He only comes to when he bumps into his own apartment door, having apparently tried to walk through it in his stupor.

"Get it together, Katsuki," he sighs, unlocking the door.
The first thing he smells is mint.

His head snaps up.

There, on his couch, looking as if he couldn't possibly belong anywhere else, is Izuku, wrapped up in his blankets and drinking from his favorite mug as he flips through a thick manilla folder.

"Welcome home, Katsuki."
He gapes for a few seconds before snapping out of it, slamming the door closed behind him.

"Oi, what the /fuck/?!" He begins to hiss, only to be cut off.

"Bakugou Katsuki. Age, 24. Birthday, April 20. Ah, happy early birthday!"

He sputters, too shocked to make words.
"Height, 183 centimeters. Likes spicy food. Mom, Bakugou Mitsuki. Dad, Bakugou Masuru. Man, you're a spitting image of your mom, huh," he continues, holding up a photo of her towards him.

"You've only been out for a /day/," is what he finally decides to blurt out.
Izuki shrugs, taking a quick sip of whatever was in his mug.

"Don't gotta be free to get information."

He honestly could not be anymore surprised.

"Oh, hey, you're home!" Mina says as she steps into the living room, her hair wet and her body wrapped in one of his nicer towels.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, sucking in a deep breath.

"Please tell me there are not five omega prison escapees in my apartment right now," he sighs.

"Of course not. There are four. Ochako went to get food."

"I'm calling the police."
"Fine, but you're not gonna get any food," The long - now short - haired omega calls as she walks straight through his front door carrying four boxes of pizza.

"What the /f-/?!"

"Copied your keys," she cuts him off happily before he can ask. "It's not hard to do."
"Please say you got meat lovers," the blond calls as he rounds the corner wearing one of Katsuki's t-shirts.

"Duh, I'm not an animal. Three of these are meat lovers. Plus Todoroki's veggie."

"HEY!"

Each one of them turns to the livid, red faced Alpha in the middle of the room.
"What do you think this is, fuckin' party time?!" He yells, gesturing to all of them.

"I thought is was lunch time," the dual haired omega walking into the room says conversationally, heading for the only untouched box of pizza.

Todoroki, he's assuming.
"You're /criminals/!"

The slam of the folder Izuku was looking through is deafening in the sudden quiet.

"Criminals?" He asks scathingly, making Katsuki flinch back in alarm. "What did I do that was so criminal? Please let me know."

"You robbed banks!"
He scoffs. "'Robbed' is such an ugly word. I only took what the richer ones weren't using."

"So, in conclusion, you robbed them. What, did you need a new house or something?"

"No, but the Tokyo City orphanage needed a new building."

He's shocked into silence.
Izuku meets his gaze head on, his eyes cold.

"The recreation center needed a new building. A new pool. New locker rooms. A new track. Something to keep the kids coming back, keep them off the streets."

He stares.

"Library needed new books," Mina mumbles around her pizza slice.
"The mental facility my mom is being housed in needed better heat rooms," Todoroki says, and for the first time he notices a scar on his face, faded with age, but making him no less attractive.

"The local schools needed updated medical rooms for presenting kids," Denki adds.
He feels like he's drowning in all of this new information, his walls crumbling one by one.

"W-what about the Alphas? The ones in the hospitals?" He asks slowly.

All five of them scoff loudly, various eyes rolling in unison.
"I would /hardly/ call those scum sucking bottom feeders /Alphas/," Ochako sneers, taking a savage bite of her pizza.

"Men and women who think they're better than their omegas, slapping them around when they felt like letting off steam," Todoroki says, his voice low and angry.
"Tearing them down until they're nothing but a shell of themselves, trying to cover their bruises with clothes and make up. They deserved better, and those /Alphas/ deserved /more/ than the broken bones they were given," Izuku finishes for all of them.
Katsuki can't say anything after that.

What /can/ you say to that?

He scrubs a hand over his face, sighing softly.

"Okay. Fine. /Assuming/ you're telling the truth...why are you /here/?"

"Izuku missed his Alphaaaaa~", Mina sing songs loudly.
They all begin to jeer as Izuku flushes all the way up to his hairline, sputtering awkwardly.

"I did /not/, shut up, oh my god," he yelps, scrambling off of the couch to grab Katsuki's hand and drag him to his room.

"Keep it above the clothes you two," Ochako calls.
"I hate you all," Izuku shouts before slamming the door closed in their laughter.

Katsuki would laugh as well if he wasn't equally embarrassed.

"How did you guys even escape?" He asks quietly.

Izuku turns, still blushing lightly.
"We've been planning to escape for weeks," he replies. "We were gonna do it a week and a half ago, but my heat hit. And since all of us are so close, the rest of them followed not far behind."

But /how/ did you escape?" He stresses.

The omega laughs softly.
"Well, it wasn't easy. It took several visitors weekends and a few outside accomplices sliding us small tools that wouldn't be noticed by any guards. And then we had to watch and wait."

He has to admit, he's impressed.

"You're pretty smart, huh?"
He grins.

"That I am."

"So...why here? Why me?"

"There wasn't gonna /be/ a you at first," he says bluntly. "The only reason I had that information about you gathered was because you didn't match any of the guards currently in rotation at the prison. I was curious."
"Would you believe me if I told you that I was so enthralled by the scent of you in heat that I begged my best friend at the prison give me his uniform so I could get into the Heat Ward and fuck you?" He asks, cocking a blond eyebrow.

Izuku squeaks.
Like an actual, legitimate squeak, his cheeks flushing red and pretty once again as he gapes at him.

"Y-you're lying," he stutters.

Katsuki glares, but he's also smirking, too.

"Do I look like a fuckin' liar to you, nerd?"
Izuku huffs, turning away from him to fan his hot cheeks.

"S-shut up. A-anyways, I looked at your file and saw how unfairly you've been treated. Juvie at 16. Rejected for apartments. Rejected for jobs. Cast aside. Written off as the 'violent Alpha'."
His smile slowly drops off of his face as Izuku shrugs, almost helplessly.

"And I just wanted to know if you wanted more than that."

"What do you mean?"
he asks slowly.

"Aren't you tired of all this?" Izuku asks, gesturing to the room.
"Tired of being a complacent, unhappy Alpha? Haven't you had enough? Don't you just wanna let go? Be free?"

He frowns.

Izuku might as well be looking into his soul, his eyes round and bright.

"Don't you think you deserve better than this?" He questions softly.
"You're stupid," he grumbles. "We met once, fucked, and then you broke into my apartment. How do you know what happened at the prison wasn't a fluke? How do you know I won't become the violent Alpha that everyone says I am?"

Izuku chuckles dryly.
"Trust me. I've been with plenty of violent Alphas. And not one of them has ever touched me as gently as you touched me the other night."

He inhales sharply.
He wants to ask, wants to /know/, but Izuku is already moving past it with a quick straightening of his shoulders.

"I think you're more than what they've labeled you," he says firmly. "I think you're a good, strong Alpha, and you deserve a chance to prove it."
He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his tired face.

"You're crazy," he mumbles, but he can't help but be tempted.

It's a good offer, if he's being honest.

A chance to start fresh. To be someone new. Someone better than who he is.

But...
"What about you? Where will you be?" He asks, staring past Izuku to the door, trying to ignore how his cheeks are beginning to flush.

He shrugs, stepping forward.

"I can be a lot of places. I be in Hawaii on the beach, sipping a drink. I can be in France, eating escargot."
He steps even closer, and something about the way he's looking at the Alpha makes him swallow.

"I can be in your bed, keeping it warm every night while I wait for you to come home," he purrs, tugging at the bottom of the shirt Katsuki's wearing.

"Fuck," he whispers, swallowing.
"But, of course, the choice is completely yours," he says, stepping back once more. "I won't force you or blackmail you or anything. I'm just asking."

And the crazy thing is that Katsuki believes him. He doesn't think Izuku is bad.

"What about the life I have here?" He asks.
"Calling this a 'life' s a stretch," Izuku replies.

He chuckles. "True. But I do have family. And one friend. A best friend, really."

"You can still see them. They just can't see me."

He sighs. To he honest, he's already know his answer from the moment he was asked.
"I...would love to start a life with you," he murmurs, reaching out to cup a freckled cheek.

Izuku's smile is like the sun coming out after a long, twenty four year long storm.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Your friends can't live with us, though."
His bright laugh echoes throughout the entire apartment.

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