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Bakugou Katsuki was an incredible person, admired by many, and hated by more. He was talented, smart and good looking. He had been one of the youngest employees to ever get into Endeavour Corp., one of the most powerful institutions in the country, and he was climbing the career ladder like few before him had. He was boisterous and outspoken, head-strong and fearless, in many ways the ideal alpha. Only he wasn’t. Bakugou Katsuki was born an omega.
He had never meant to keep it a secret. Omegas weren’t openly discriminated against in this country (though prejudices remained) the topic just rarely got brought up. Ever since his childhood, people automatically assumed he was an alpha and Katsuki could never be bothered to correct them. It wasn’t like he felt like an omega in the first place. His hormone levels were closer to an alpha than an omega and his heats had never fully developed. He barely remembered the few times during puberty where his body tried to remind himself of his genetic setup. I’m better off without that shit, he told his worried parents and the doctors soon confirmed that there was no reason to worry. So what? I can’t have little brats. That’s all. No reason to fucking cry over. He had said and for most of his life he did not shed a tear over it. Those were the cards he had been dealt and they were all he needed to succeed and become the number one.
No, Katsuki had never meant to keep it a secret until the day he started his new position at Endeavour Corp. While being famous for its size and power in the industry, it was also renowned for its traditional take on human resources. For as long as the corporation had existed, they had never employed a single omega, thus creating one of the most competitive work environments in the country, if not the world. It was said if you could make it through this company for a year, you could work anywhere. It was the toughest challenge Katsuki had ever faced and he loved every minute of it.
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Three years passed and there was rarely a day when Katsuki regretted his choice to work at Endeavour corp. The hours were long and often gruelling, but the recognition he got and the money were worth it. The road to the top was meant to be hard and Katsuki would never back down. There was nothing that could throw him off, he believed. He was convinced of it, until that day when Todoroki Shouto waltzed into his life.
Ever since the moment it had been announced that the CEO’s son would transfer to the legal department of headquarters, there had been an unknown buzzing energy in every office. Apparently the younger Todoroki was some sort of genius, who had studied in the UK and worked for companies all over Europe until he had finally given in to his father’s demands to return. “Fucking rich people” Katsuki had snorted at the news and returned to his work without another thought. Just because the guy was supposed to become the companies CEO one day didn’t mean Katsuki couldn’t show him his place. He wouldn’t let some pampered pretty boy get in his way. He had made it here through hard work and brains and not daddy’s favour. Plus, Katsuki rarely interacted with the legal department, so at the end of the day he couldn’t have cared less.
Katsuki had actually all but forgotten about the new arrival until the day of the weekly staff briefing. He took his usual seat near the entrance and tried to relax, taking a deep breath. Guess they finally got rid of that shitty air freshener. That new stuff’s pretty nice. He had closed his eyes and focused on his other senses, getting ready for the briefing and for another long day of work. Just wish they hadn’t turned up the bloody heating so much.
On most days, their briefings were short and to the point, but today Todoroki Enji had been absent and left the meeting to a member of the leadership board. Katsuki wondered how much longer he was planning to talk. He was feeling hotter by the minute and it took all the will-power he could muster not to loosen his tie and take off his jacket. He repeatedly sipped on his water, but it did nothing to quench his sudden thirst and so Katsuki gave up on drinking another glass. Maybe if he was lucky, he would pass out and be spared the rest of this dreadful meeting. He had a feeling it would only take a few more minutes for him to be well-done and the air freshener he had liked so much when coming in was starting to make him light-headed.
“You ok man?” Ashido, one of his colleagues from the accounting team, asked. “You look a little red-faced.” She whispered.
“I’m fine. It’s just freaking warm in here.” He replied, finally giving in to the urge to loosen his tie.
“You think so? I’ll open a window then.” Katsuki was sure he had never loved Ashido more in his life than he did right then and there. The cool spring breeze brought momentary relief and Katsuki managed to focus on the briefing at last. He was ready to sprint out and get to work (after refreshing himself a bit) as soon as all the important topics for the week were discussed, but when it finally seemed like they had come to the end, the board member announced the introduction of several additions to their team, including the much praised rising star of the legal world, Todoroki Shouto.
The younger Todoroki was nothing like Katsuki had imagined him. He was tall, but nowhere near his father’s imposing height or built. His face was soft, lacking the hard angles that were so distinct in Enji. Overall, Katsuki had to admit he was very handsome, to the point where not even the huge burn scar on his face could do anything to distract from his good looks. Damn pretty boy, he thought, nervously moving in his chair. He really needed to get out of here. It would have been tempting to think Todoroki was an omega, but the way he held himself betrayed that idea. The moment he got up from his seat he had the attention of everyone in the room, holding it with ease without so much as a word. Like father like son, huh? His voice, when introducing himself, was calm and smooth, much unlike Enji’s booming baritone, but no less effective. Katsuki could feel himself leaning forward in his seat to catch every word and he hated himself a bit for it.
When the meeting was finally over, Katsuki wasted no time getting out of his chair to leave but he was held back by the chairman. As it turned out, he was to work on a project with the legal department in a few weeks’ time, and of course his partner would be no other than Todoroki Shouto.
“I’m looking forward to work with you.” Todoroki said as he shook his hand. It was in that moment that Katsuki realised that there was no new air freshener, but that this intoxicating scent that was making his head swim, was in fact Todoroki. Katsuki’s mouth, which had felt dry all throughout the meeting, suddenly turned into a desert, making speech impossible. His hands began to sweat and with dread he felt a treacherous wetness build between his legs. You’re fucking kidding me! Katsuki didn’t have to check a mirror to know his face must have turned a burning shade of red. “Yeah, likewise.” He mumbled and practically stormed out of the room.
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It took minutes after Katsuki had settled down at his desk for his rapidly beating heart to calm down again. What the hell just happened? In retrospection, the whole situation seemed surreal to him. Katsuki, due to his unusual hormone levels, was pretty insensitive to pheromones of all kind, but Todorokis’ had hit him like a brick wall. He could still smell him, even after washing his hands for what seemed like hours. The procedure had left his skin red and raw, but the scent still lingered. That was another thing Katsuki did not expect from the younger Todoroki.
The alphas of the Todoroki family were known for their high pheromone levels, which in the past had secured their positions in high ranking offices. To say they were old money would be an understatement. The first time Katsuki had met Enji, he had almost fainted from the assault to his senses. Even alphas, he learned later, struggled with that pungent scent that practically beat you into submission. Shouto was different. His scent was strong, no doubt, but it had an allure his father lacked. It was gentle in its firmness, loving but possessive, like a lover’s embrace; a mate for life it seemed to say. Every note of his fragrance was seductive, drawing you closer as if pulled by invisible strings, almost forcing you onto your knees in worship. It was instantly addictive and there was no escape.
Without realising it, Katsuki had buried his face into the palm of his hand, inhaling the remains of Todoroki’s scent, revelling in it. Katsuki hated the smell of strangers on his skin, but for the first time he almost regretted trying to wash it off.
“Tired already?” Jirou from the desk next to him asked, jolting him out of his trance. He hadn’t noticed her coming in, another first.
“I’m good. Focus on your work.” He snapped, but there was no heat behind his words. Jirou simply shrugged and returned to her business. Katsuki tried to follow her example, but no matter how long he stared unto the numbers and letters on his screen, they refused to reveal their meaning to him. Eventually, he got up with a sigh and went for a short walk through the building (avoiding the law offices) and down to the cafeteria. It was still early for a meal, but maybe the food would help to distract him from the lingering scent that haunted his every thought this morning.
Katsuki settled down in a calm corner of the garden terrace to enjoy his food and a breeze of fresh air. Much better, he sighed in relief.
The food in the cafeteria was decent, though Katsuki could have made something much better if he had the time for it.
“How is this stuff always so messy?” He complained as he finished his last bite and licked off the traces of sauce that had escaped the overstuffed wrap. As soon as his tongue touched the skin of his palm, Katsuki realised his mistake. There, between the remains of sauce, was the taste of something much more delicious. The tantalising traces of Todoroki’s pheromones spread over his tongue and through his entire body.
“Shit!” Katsuki cursed, drawing the attention of some fellow diners towards him. For the second time that day, he practically fled the scene (before he could further embarrass himself) and hid away in one of the single room bathrooms upstairs. He splashed water unto his face and washed his hands with almost religious diligence, but to no avail. The scent lingered, though fainter now, and kept torturing him. He sat down on the toilet seat, groaning angrily when he felt a few drops of slick trickle out of his entrance. I’m going to kill him. I’ll strangle him. Wrap my hands around that stupidly pretty neck of his and press every bit of air out of him.
Katsuki was furious and embarrassed of his body’s reactions. He could count the number of times he had got wet in his life and most of them had happened during his body’s feeble attempts at heats. When he got aroused, a quick wank usually did the trick, no need to engage with other aspects of his anatomy. He didn’t crave sexual gratification often and if he did it was efficiently dealt with, preferably at home and nowhere near his work. Today, it seemed, he would have no other choice.
Better get it over with, Katsuki thought as he unzipped his pants and wrapped his hand around his already half-hard member. He could feel it swell at the attention and with only a few strokes it had grown to its full size. Like a fucking teenager. His cheeks were burning at the thought that a mere handshake had reduced him to this. Having to pleasure himself in one of the office restrooms felt like the ultimate humiliation.
Katsuki started to slowly stroke his cock. It had been a while since he had taken time out of his busy schedule for this sort of thing, maybe it had just been time and his encounter with Todoroki was a much needed reminder not to neglect his needs. Somewhat satisfied with this explanation, Katsuki closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders as he build up a steady rhythm with his hand. Might as well enjoy it.
It had been a while, but Katsuki knew exactly how to touch to make him feel good. He let his thumb draw slow circles over the tip with every upstroke, and slowly dragged his nails over his balls and almost to his entrance on the down stroke. It felt good, it would get him off, but deep down he knew it wasn’t enough. For a quick second, he allowed his mind to wander back to his meeting with Todoroki, to his scent, his voice. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory. Katsuki nuzzled his nose into his palm, inhaling deeply. A low moan escaped him and he could feel a wet spot forming in his pants.
“Damn it.” He sighed and sat up to pull down his pants and trousers. There was no way he would go back to his desk with his underwear soaked through. Once that was dealt with Katsuki closed his eyes again, letting himself immerse in the addictive scent that had brought him here in the first place. His breath grew more and more ragged with every stroke, bringing him closer to the edge. Not enough, Katsuki thought, his mind growing hazy with lust. Slowly, almost reverently, he licked across his palm, taking in the last traces of pheromones Todoroki had left on him, allowing them into his system. The faint taste he could trace made him whimper, aching for more. Not enough. His movements became frantic, almost desperate and it was impossible for him now to keep his hips still. Not enough. Not enough.
Katsuki bit his hand in an mostly futile attempt to keep himself quiet as moan after moan escaped his mouth. Heat pooled in his stomach, telling him just how close he was. Only a few more strokes and it would be over, or so he hoped, but the moment his release finally came, Katsuki knew it would not last.
“God damn it.” Katsuki cursed, his eyes burning with unshed tears once he discovered the pool of slick between his legs. He had known before, deep down, but now he could not deny it to himself any longer. Bakugou Katsuki, for the first time in years, was in heat.