"God?" he questioned softly, his big adorable emerald eyes looking up at the taller male in front of him. He was frozen in his spot as soon as those words left the tiny omega's mouth. His piercing fiery red eyes were heavily locked on the emerald eyes of the other, the lust growing inside the blonde Alpha was frightening as a sick evil grin appeared on his face, one sharp fang accompanying it. "what did u just call me?" _ 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ⚠︎︎

🔞ᗰᗩTᑌᖇE ᑕOᑎTEᑎT 18+🔞 Midoriya Izuku is an omega who is tired of dealing with Bakugou Katsuki's shit. He's ready to finally stand up for himself as he enters his last year of high school. He's been beaten and forced into submission for years and he's tired of it. Thanks to a certain new omega support item he just might stand a chance. That is, until it's ripped from his throat and all hell breaks loose. ********** If they wouldn't have wandered so far off, if they would've been outside, if they would have just been anywhere but in this abandoned, secluded building then maybe, just maybe, someone would have found them and kept this disaster from happening. Just maybe they could've been saved from each other, from themselves, from pure instinct. But they weren't, they were secluded, they were alone, they were.....helpless.

ᗰᗩTᑌᖇE ᑕOᑎTEᑎT 𝟷𝟾+ 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, doomed to endure painful heats and be the submissive partner to any mate he would find. It never stopped him from attempting to reach his goals. However, one week after his 18th birthday, the Omega was spending his summer afternoon the same way he had been for the past 4 years -- babysitting his neighbor's 14-year-old Alpha son, Katsuki Bakugou. Little did Izuku know that that night would change his life forever. __________________ "Go --" I spoke lowly and buried my head into my clammy palms while I tried to focus on anything but his scent that was filling my senses. Anything but my heat. "Izu -- " He protested lightly, his arms reaching out towards me as if I had not just done -- that. I snapped. "No! Get out, Katsuki!" I screamed in frustration with hot tears still streaming down my flushed cheeks. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I touched him. I needed him to get out. He had to leave; I needed him to fucking leave. I couldn't be near him any longer. The only thoughts swimming through my muddled mind were of the monstrous act that I had just committed. I hurt him. I hurt my Katsuki.