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The "Touch" Series
Izuku Midoriya was an Omega. His whole life he never once hated the fact that he was born into the weaker sub-gender. It was part of who he was. Izuku wasn't ashamed to say that he was weaker than others, doo...
Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault/Attempted Rape (I am in no way, shape, or form, romanticizing sexual assault. If you or a loved one are a victim, please reach out for help and know that this is not your fault and you are not alone. Please read with caution and take care of yourself.)
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Izuku Midoriya
It burned.
Everything hurt.
What was happening to me?
The man hovering over me was nothing but blurred fragments. Only fractions of what was happening kept breaking through my jumbled mind. It has taken a long time for my brain to process what my situation was, but when it became clear, I felt nothing but overwhelming panic. My back was pressed halfway to the floor and bent agsint the kitchen wall. I was staring up at the man who claimed to want to help me. I was in heat.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wanted to reject this man from touching me like this. My body both recoiled in disgust while my Omegan nature shivered under his promising hands. His scent was strong but it was not the scent that I was being drawn to right now. I could smell something much sweeter, faintly in the background; that scent was the one I wanted.
"Nngh..." I grunted as the Alpha's pheromones assaulted my nose, forcing my body to cave in. Taunting every fiber within me to submit. I couldn't find the energy in my limbs to fight back. His scent was strong and heavy. I flinched back and my nose twitched as something sweeter in the background caught my attention. That scent was the one I wanted.
"Be a good little Omega and stay still." Taking a moment to comprehend, the man stood hovering over me. His shadow was cast over my smaller frame, somehow making the dimly-lit room grow even darker under his gaze.
At first, my mind was cracked with bubbles of pleasure popping along my skin until I realized; his hands were everywhere. First brushing over my neck in the most sensitive of places, ripping a shocked and uncomfortable moan from my body.
"N - No, s - stop it!" I pleaded, feeling helpless under the weight of my hear. My body was stirring to life unwillingly. I slammed my eyes shut while a wave of heat crashed over my system and my mouth began to water. My stomach churned with the possibility that this man could do whatever he wanted to me. I was weak.
He seemed to only be encouraged by my sounds. His hands moved through my hair and fingertips trailed down my chest before roughly pushing back up my exposed skin before scraping down my stomach. I realized then and there that I really was weak. An Omega. Weak.
A low growl rumbled from his throat, seizing my body up and then releasing the tension in my muscles. A burst of cold air licked my overheated flesh before I could understand that I had already pulled my shirt from my overheated body. I writhed as my stomach coiled with desire that I wished would go away. I weakly shoved my hands out to push him away.
