Their Hot Romance (BakuDeku)

Chapter Forty

Katsuki shook violently as he was whipped once again.

"Omegas are weak." Kanji Tanaka hissed. He was the one with the ability to create any weapon from his salvia. He had mist-colored eyes and light brown hair. He'd chosen a whip to torture Katsuki with.

The omega was in heat, but not allowed to soothe himself in any way. He remembers being told about the leader's ability, and cursed her out for putting him in this state.

"Why the hell did you think you could be a hero?"

Katsuki did his best to think about Izuku's loving arms. His alpha would tell him about what a great hero he was becoming. His alpha would make the pain in his gut go away.

Another crack of the whip. "You're just meant to bring the next generation into this world!"

Katsuki didn't scream or making any noise at all. He refused to give them that kind of satisfaction. Even in his weak, heat-driven state, he didn't want anyone else to win. He'd always promised that he'd win his own way. He made that promise to All Might during his first final at U.A.

"Worthless!"

Katsuki closed eyes. He wanted so badly to make the burn in his gut go away. It hurt so much to be in heat without any help.

"Disgusting!"

Kanji kept his distance for some reason. He stood as far away from Katsuki as the whip would let him. Noticing this, Katsuki made the the brave decision to move towards him.

"Stay back!" He shouted. He slung the whip again, hitting Katsuki's face. The omega fell backwards, holding his face. When he pulled his hand back, he scowled at the line of blood that ran from the tip of his finger to his palm.

Ass. Katsuki mused to himself. He looked over at Kanji right as the whip was coming down on him again. He reached out and grabbed it. It sliced his hand, but he barely even flinched. He gave the whip a tug, but it dematerialized into liquid. Katsuki's lip curled. He wiped his hand on his pant leg. "That's just fucking disgusting." He spoke for the first time.

Kanji had a pout on his face. "I know. But what else can I do?" He asked. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Katsuki scooted away from the long trail of saliva. "Maybe you're not so worthless."

Katsuki shot him a glare. If he's using his quirk, then shouldn't I be able to use mine? He wondered. He worked up enough strength then set off a large blast. His body crashed into Kanji's. The alpha beneath him tried to scream, but Katsuki covered his lips with his good hand. Blood dripped down Katsuki's chin, dripping into his face. "Heh." He scoffed. "Why the hell were you so determined to stay away, huh?"

Kanji trembled beneath him. Katsuki's brows furrowed as he studied the alpha. Kanji's mist-like eyes held so much fear as they flicked down to Katsuki's legs.

Katsuki barked out a laugh. "You're a fucking germophobe?" He asked then started to laugh more. "That's fucking rich!" He grinded himself down on the alpha's thigh, relishing in the way he quivered. "Some alpha you are. Scared of a little slick?"

Muffled noises escaped the male before him. He tried to push Katsuki away, but the blonde grabbed his arms. He restrained his wrists above his head with his bloody hand. He growled lowly.

Katsuki pumped out as many dominant pheromones as he could. He silently prayed for his plan to work. "Let me out." He ordered.

Commands and Orders were two very different things. Commands happened when higher subgenders used their pheromones to control lower subgenders. Such as alphas to betas and omegas, betas to omegas, and omegas to children as well as other omegas. Orders, on the other hand, was the reverse, and much harder to do. It happened when a lower subgender used pheromones to take control of higher ones. Such as omegas to betas and alphas, betas to alphas, and alphas to other alphas.