Patreon Compilation – Fic#77 – Omega!Deku; Alphas!1A; class bicycle; possessiveness – Ours

Kaminari sticks his head around the corner, eyes sweeping over the couple boys lounging around in the common area of the UA lodgings.

“Hey, uh… anybody seen Deku around? I got a little problem over here…”

He’s got himself all excited, watching music videos and staring at the Omegas dancing. He never needs much to get him good and going. He’s stopped being shy because of his thick Alpha smell quite a while ago; the others don’t even bat an eyelash anymore.

He watches as one of Shoji’s tentacles slips over the edge of the couch, a little mouth forming.

“Think the girls took him and Sero out on the pitch.”

Kaminari blinks; it takes a little for the information to sink in.

“Huh? Why?”

“Cause they wanna have fun or something? I dunno. Go and ask them.”

He pulls the tentacle back down. None of the other two have even looked Kaminari’s way; they are just focused on the television. Kaminary huffs and rolls his shoulders, then turns to slouch his way outside. He’s not hot on stepping out of the dorms when he’s stinking of arousal and pushing an erection in front of himself like a lightning rod, but Deku’s the only Omega in class next to Koda, and Kaminari got needs.

The pitch isn’t far away, fortunately. He can already hear voices coming from it, and from the cacophony he can tell that there aren’t only the ladies present. As he steps out from the trees, it feels like he steps into a whole nother dimension.

Deku’s heat scent, very familiar to all of them, is blanketing the pitch much like Midnight’s Quirk would do. It is thick and fragrant and coats the back of Kaminari’s tongue within seconds in sweet, musky pheromones.

He stumbles, almost toppling to his knees. He hadn’t been prepared for it; they have a big heat calendar for Deku right in the open kitchen, but he tends to bumble up the dates. There’s a big commotion on the field.

Kaminari runs.

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They have used Sero to string Deku up on one of the basketball loops. He dangles there, helpless and delicious and naked, slick glistening on his legs and slowly dripping from his big toe every now and then to land in the grass below.

So close to the others, the scent of arousal – especially Alpha arousal – is almost nauseating. Not enough to make any of them stop, though, it seems.

They’re playing some sort of ball game that Kaminari can’t deduce the rules from. When he’s horny like he is now, he skirts dangerously close to his overload mode. He has only eyes for Deku dangling just barely out of reach, body flushed an enticing shade of red.

Deku’s mouth is hanging open, drool slowly dripping from his tongue. He looks like he is making sounds, but Kaminari can’t hear him over the commotion the others are making.

They are trying to outmaneuver each other without making extensive damage to the pitch, and normally Kaminari would have been content to watch the spectacle – or even take a part in it – but he can’t quite make himself look away from Deku yet.

Sero has bound him up nice and secure, leaving his body as free as possible to be ogled by the Alphas from class 3A. Between his legs something is moving. Kaminari walks closer to have a better look; there is a toy someone has stuffed into Deku, more of Sero’s tape helping at keeping it in place as the little motor keeps working away, pushing in and out of Deku’s Omega-soft and heat-warm hole.

Kaminari would bet his left nut that the toy is courtesy of Yaoyorozu. Whenever the toy pushes in especially deep, Kaminari can see a bulge appearing in Deku’s abdomen. The sight makes his body tingle all over; almost as if he’s activated his Quirk without knowing.

He wonders if it is possible to be jealous of a goddamn toy, but he is on his best way to growling at it like a dog.

“Fuck yeah!” The scream of triumph has Kaminari whirling around, staring at how Mina slams her foot on Yaomomo’s back, digging her deeper into the floor, her other hand clenched in Uraraka’s hair. It seems there is a… winner?

“Get him down to me!” Mina lets go of Uraraka and steps off of Yaomomo’s back. While she is twisted around to watch with excitement as Sero is starting to let the dangling morsel down into the reach of the greedy Alphas, she holds her hands out to help her friends back up on their legs.

She’s always been nice like that, but when she sees him standing there with his pathetic, eager boner, her face takes on a much darker turn.

“Out of the way, Kaminari. He’s ours today.”

There’s a prickling of resistance in him; an immediate ‘no’ as he wants to grab Deku and make sure that he belongs to him, but Tsuyu is there and ushering him away before he can really muster the energy to start bitching at them.

Deku’s scent kind of takes it right out of him.

Todoroki and Bakugo are there as well, he realizes belatedly. Just like Sero they are standing at the sidelines, watching as Deku is being let down by the former, and then swarmed by the Alpha girls.

“What’s going on here,?” Kaminari asks. He can’t quite keep the whine out of his voice; Bakugo looks deranged enough to slap him if he gets annoyed right now, so he makes a big circle around him and stands next to the other two.

Todoroki’s face is unreadable; maybe a bit bored, even, and Sero just shrugs his shoulders, looking calm but a bit jealous.

“The girls just grabbed him and said that they’d want to fight for him.”

Kaminari frowns but is distracted by a yowling that they are all very familiar with. When he turns his head he can see Deku getting mounted by Mina. His ass is high in the air, face rubbing into the grass and dirt while Mina uses the slick that she produces to push her cock into him.

She must have upped the concentration of her acid just a smidge, because Deku’s howling becomes louder, and he bounces his ass up and down in a weird little dance that gets Bakugo to snort derisively.

His arms are still bound with pieces of Sero’s tape, hands between his knees as Mina rides him like mad. If she is powered out because of the fight she had with the others, she doesn’t show it.

Kaminari can hear the wet squelching of Deku’s slick and Mina’s acid even where he is standing. He can only imagine how it has to tingle. Or maybe itch? They once tried some ginger roots with Deku, and he had howled the whole night through; every mounting and subsequent breeding had seemingly renewed the itching ache, and by the time everyone had had their fill and knotted the Omega once, his hole had been a flushed ruin, sloppy with fluids.

They’re used to sharing their Omega within the class, of course, but it doesn’t mean that it is easy to watch Deku get fucked by another Alpha. He can feel the vibrations that the other boys are giving off; almost thrumming in place as they all pretend like they aren’t as riled up as they are.

Mina is making a whole show out of it. She loves being the middle of attention, and having her jealous classmates watching her breed Deku is feeding right into her ego.

She has the biggest smile on her face, showing off as she fucks him without hands; giving it to him in sharp little thrusts that push him across the grass of the pitch and have his eyes roll up into his head.

He takes it like a champ, of course; he always has. Kaminari has yet to hear a peep of protest from the Omega, though he is most happy getting fucked when he is not studying – or being allowed to study while he takes knot after knot to hold nice and warm in his guts.

Like he is doing for Mina now.

His tongue flops out when she pops her half-swollen knot into him and has to stop her thrusts because she is coming so hard Kaminari can practically see the stars exploding in front of her eyes.

Deku is a strong Omega, but he is slim, and his belly bulges with the load that Mina pumps into him; a weird little mix of cum and more of her diluted acid that will get his guts to tingle enough to drive him wild.

Yaomomo approaches them, cheeks flushed and eyes wandering back to their Omega even though she politely addresses them.

“You may have him when we are done, of course.”

Bakugo makes a disgusted ‘tch’ sound and looks away, hands shoved into his pants – but he does not stomp away.

He wants a part in breeding Deku just like the rest of them. Kaminari can understand him only too well. He, too, will wait, cock hard as diamond and leaking into his underwear until the top dogs for today are letting them have the sloppy scraps.

It’s just how things work around here.