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KATSUKI
It’s going to take Katsuki all night to get the smell of sour lemons out of his fuckin’ nose. He hates lemons with a passion. Tonight’s Loser Lottery had him ready to bolt at the scent alone. But then, it just had to get worse as the night went on as the alpha droned on and on about things that Katsuki couldn’t give two shits about. Who the hell comes to a date and spews pure word vomit about stocks and bonds, really… Thank god Katsuki had been able to subtly reach up and adjust the volume on his hearing aid. He briefly thought about plugging his nose while he was at it, but even he has limits on the level of rudeness. He’s out here trying…ok? However, he’s seriously about one step away from canceling his membership to this dumbass matchmaking service. “98% Matching Accuracy” his ass…what a fucking joke.
He’d spent hours filling out their stupid forms and questionnaires, had to have a physical checkup, a full scent profile, and phone interview. At the time, he’d had hope, but he’s now had four dates that were all flops. At least Lemon Fucker hadn’t commented on Katsuki’s hearing aids or asked about his quirk, or lack thereof. He was just a plain fucking omega, with a genetic hearing loss disorder, no quirk and a bad attitude. He knows the agency has their work cut out for them, but they had made promises and so far…not delivered. Then again, what alpha wants an omega that could possibly pass on a genetic disorder? Or one that’s quirkless? He sighs deeply as he makes the trek home.
Snow is swirling in the air, drifting down silently, and Katsuki’s puffs of breath condensate in front of him in little clouds. He tightens the scarf around his neck. He hates the fucking cold, always has. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he picks up his pace and lengthens his strides. The city is already dark, shadows stretching wherever the street lamps don’t reach, but he attempts to stay beneath them whenever he can. He knows that an unmated omega has no business being out on the streets alone after dark, but after that kind of disaster, he just needs a moment to clear his head.
He’s always been fine on his own. He has his successful restaurant that mostly runs itself these days. He has his cozy, yet spacious home on the outskirts of town. He even has a car that he almost never uses. He’s got a college degree and accolades out the ass. He’s never needed some stupid strong alpha to come and rescue him or ‘provide’ for him. He’s not some kept little omega that can’t seem to do a damn thing for themselves. He considers himself accomplished. Hell, he’s never even had interest in an alpha…But lately, when he goes home to his empty nest something in him tugs like something is missing. He has all of these things, lives a damned decent life…but still it aches within him. His heats are getting worse and his doctor says it’s just his biological imperative pushing him to mate. Most omegas by his age are already mated. He still considers himself young at thirty, but he knows time is running out. The only thing he has really going for him is that he’s a male omega…a very rare occurrence. As much as he hates to admit it, the itch for fulfillment is getting the better of him. His face twists into a scowl at the turn of his thoughts, as he wars with himself and his omega about their needs.
The snow is beginning to stick to the sidewalk as he hustles along. He only has a few more blocks to go and the streets have been empty thus far, giving him plenty of time to stew without an audience. He’s sure that his scent is rife with confusion and irritation which generally earns him dirty looks in public. Eh…fuck ‘em. Normally, he wears patches whenever he’s out and about, but the agency had requested that for interactions with potential matches, he forego the patches so that the candidates could freely communicate and determine their scent compatibility. Katsuki scoffs out loud. Burnt coffee, molded bread, overpowering evergreen, and lemon are not what Katsuki would define as compatible scents. His hearing may be gone, but his nose sure as hell worked just fine. And god…those scents mixed with his salted caramel…fucking disgusting. His skin crawls just thinking about it.
He presses the crosswalk button as he waits at an intersection for the flashing “Do Not Walk” sign to change. There’s no cars on this side street and he waits impatiently for the light to swap. He tries to jog a little in place to warm his stiff limbs, wet boots making crunching noises on the fresh snow, and pulls his hands from his pocket to cup them at his mouth and blow warm air onto tingling fingers. Eventually, he gets tired of waiting, fingers turning numb in the quickly dropping temperature. He looks both ways and with no headlights in sight, he steps down from the curb and starts to quickly trudge his way through the thick slush of snow that is melting down only to create a layer of ice underneath. He’s forced to slow his pace when his boots slip beneath him and his arms pinwheel, able to catch himself from falling on his ass. He’s just regained his balance, and continues on a little more carefully.
He doesn’t hear the honk in the distance, hearing aids still turned down after his date. He’s too busy watching his feet and the snow below him to notice the low beam headlights barreling straight for him. It’s only the strong scent of raspberry dark chocolate filling his nose with its delectable aroma that has him looking up into twin beams of light as a wall of solid muscle slams into him from the side, sending him flying backwards. His only thought is fuck this is going to hurt , right before he lands and his head hits the edge of the curb. Blessed blackness overwhelms him before his body can even register the pain.
RIOT
The omega weighs barely anything as Riot scoops the soaking wet and freezing form from the street while the car speeds past them, not even stopping to check if they were okay. Riot growls as he pulls the small male close to his chest. Even unconscious, the little one is shivering from the cold. He carefully runs a hand through dripping wet ash blonde hair. There’s no blood when he carries the omega over to the street lamp and looks him over for injuries… just a bump on the head and maybe some bruises. The omega’s features are slack as Riot inspects him. He has sharp features, pale skin, and a delicate sloping nose that is tinted pink from the cold. He’s fuckin’ beautiful. Riot doesn’t bother with formality, peeling back the sopping wet scarf covering the omega’s unmarked scent gland and runs his nose across it, trying to get closer to the source of the mouth-watering caramel scent that had lured him in like a fish on a hook. Riot buries his nose and smears the oil further before giving in to temptation and licking across the swollen gland, stimulating it further while sampling its sweetness on his tongue. He’s a villain, fuck social propriety. His alpha wants to roll in this scent. His alpha fangs ache and venom trickles onto his tongue.
He’d been minding his own business, scouting out the area for his next shipment of guns when the sweet delicate scent had drifted to him on the breeze, calling to his alpha with a vengeance. All thoughts of business had flown from his head as the scent wrapped around him and pulled his feet from the dark alley he’d been in and down the street, where the most stunning omega he’d ever seen was attempting to brave the icy crosswalk just around the corner. Riot hadn’t even thought as he watched the headlights speeding towards the small form that was too focused on his task to notice death coming for him. He fuckin’ ran, his quirk rippling over his body as he knocked the omega out of the way, not even noticing the car clipping his back leg in the process. He flinched when he heard the splash and subsequent crack of the omega’s head hitting the curb. Now, Riot is thanking every power that be that the omega is relatively unharmed.
A faint crackling sound catches Riot’s attention and he leans back from nuzzling instinctually against the omega in his arms. It’s then that he notices one hearing aid barely seated in the ear he had been licking just beneath. He quickly checks the other ear, where another aid is still snug in its seat. The crackle sounds again between them, so Riot carefully sits on the curb, soaking his own pants in icy wetness. He reaches out with unsure fingers and pulls the aid from the blonde’s ear. It’s dripping wet as he holds it delicately between two fingers. He doesn’t know much about hearing aids, but he can’t imagine it’s good for them to suddenly be drenched in water. He pockets the first aid and then pulls the second and pockets that too. The second one seems to still be in working order, so he stashes it for later use. No wonder the little omega didn’t hear the car coming. Something dark and protective rises in his guts and his alpha is snarling with possessive thoughts.
He needs to know more.
Riot feels carefully over the omega’s pockets, until he finds what he’s looking for. A leather wallet in the back pocket of the blonde’s jeans will give him enough basic information for now. He flips it open and is immediately drawn in by the blonde’s vivid red gaze in the picture on the identification card. He smirks a bit at the scowl clearly adorning the omega’s face.
Bakugou Katsuki
Age: 30
Male Omega
Occupation: Owner of Dynamight Restaurant
Lives only a couple blocks away… Riot smiles and stands, clutching the omega close. He takes one more moment to nuzzle into the blonde’s neck. Mine , his alpha croons. “I’ve been looking for you for a long time, Katsuki…” Riot murmurs as he trudges through the snow toward his omega’s home, not even perturbed by his sudden instinct to claim. Riot’s always been a ‘roll with the punches’ kind of guy…and he and his alpha have an agreement to take what they want when they want it.
When he arrives at the quaint little home, he’s honestly surprised by how inviting it looks. Warm lights show in the window, giving him a faint pause as he wonders if his omega lives alone. On the doorstep, he ruminates on whether he should just use the keys he had found in the blonde’s pockets or knock. He really doesn’t want to have to explain everything to some nobody at this time of night, but better than just barging in and risk police intervention. He wants as much time with his new omega as he can get. He raps his knuckles sharply against the door, while keeping Katsuki steady in his arms. He waits, and waits, but doesn’t hear or see signs of movement from within the house. He peeks in the front window between a gap in sheer curtains and sees a sliver of a homey looking, well worn living room.
Shrugging when there’s no sign of anyone else, he fits the key in the lock and turns the handle. The door opens silently and a wave of pure salted caramel washes over him. His nostrils flare and a tingle rushes down his spine as he kicks his boots off next to the door and steps into his omega’s space for the first time. Warm, neutral furnishings greet him, with plush carpet beneath his socked toes. He can see an open concept kitchen just beyond the living room with all modern appliances and top of the line fixtures…clearly the largest and most well kept room in the house. Off to his left is a hallway where he assumes leads to the bathroom and Katsuki’s bedroom. He ignores the rest and immediately makes his way down the wide hall and through the first door that he comes to.
The bathroom is large with beautiful marble finishes, a large tub/shower combo and pewter faucets. Everything is pristine and well cared for. Riot picks up little details about his omega along the way. The house is small, with one bedroom door that he could see from the hallway, and the scent throughout the home is in its purest form, unmuddled by any others. There are no photographs on any of the walls of either friends or family that Riot could see. Either his omega is very private even in his own home, or he’s very very alone. Everything looks comfortable and lived in, but every single item clearly has a place and is immaculately clean, suggesting that his omega likes order and cleanliness. Riot is much the same, except for on rough nights where dirty clothes sometimes don’t make it quite to the hamper in his apartment he keeps in the city. He could see himself living here, the two of them sharing this space. They would have to move when pups inevitably came along, and Riot smiles at the thought of them picking a new house together.
The omega’s fingers and lips have started to turn blue from the icy wetness of his clothes and hair, so Riot gently sets him down on the bathroom floor. He entertains the idea of a bath to warm the blonde back up, but he heard somewhere that warming a body back up too quickly can cause more damage. He decides that good old fashioned skin contact is the only safe choice, and if his alpha chuffs in glee at the prospect…well…
He carefully begins stripping off the wet articles of clothing and putting them in the bathtub so that they don’t drip everywhere in the pristine bathroom. As more of his omega is bared, Riot can’t help his sharp intake of breath. Milky flesh is revealed with dusky pink pebbled nipples that beg to be sucked on and bitten. He has to lay Katsuki flat to wrestle tight wet skinny jeans from firm toned thighs and over a plush ass that Riot tries not to think about too hard, especially when boxers peel down with every jerk against the garment legs. Right now, his instincts are leaning more toward protection, but dark little thoughts keep leaking through his defenses as he stares at Katsuki’s soft naked cock. He wants so badly to lift those legs and see if his little pink hole is just as pretty as the rest of him. Mate. Breed. Protect… circles in his head on repeat. He doesn’t question it.
A soft whimper echoes against the bathroom walls, calling Riot’s attention and making him tense as instincts flare in response to the sound of distress. Katsuki’s eyes flutter briefly like they’re going to open so that Riot can get a true glimpse of those fierce red rubies. A glimmer of pure excitement thrums through his chest, but lids close again as if too heavy to truly wake. However, the blue tint to Katsuki’s lips and chattering teeth with violently shivering muscles, eclipses the disappointment with concern. He grabs a towel from a nearby rack and quickly runs it through beautiful short locks that remind him of wheat fields and then over the goosebumps covering Katsuki’s flawless skin before chucking it to join the pile in the bathtub. Riot quickly stands and shucks his own wet clothes into the bathtub to join Katsuki’s, only his fairly dry boxers remaining. He’s already decided this omega is going to be his, whether Katsuki likes it or not, but he’d rather not give the little one a heart attack immediately upon waking and desperately needs to warm him immediately.
Riot, once again, carefully lifts Katsuki into his arms and against his chest. The omega’s skin is ice cold against Riot’s and he hurries from the bathroom in search of the one place he knows blankets will be abundant…an omega’s nest…his omega’s nest.
He toes open the bedroom door with his foot and startles at the sight. Dark forest green curtains drape from the ceiling and line the walls, creating an almost circus-tent like effect to the room. There are low tables on either side of the room where mundane things like chargers and small dim electric lanterns are lit to warm the space in a soft glow. Low mattresses and cushions line the floor, covered in soft looking blankets and throws that remind Riot briefly of an explosion or vibrant sunsets…midnight blacks and deep russet oranges. Little fairy lights add to the ambiance where they are strung delicately among the seams of the overhead curtains.
Everything is arranged with so much care into sheer perfection, just confirming his suspicions that his omega takes pride in everything he does. He’s never seen such a beautiful nest, nor one as elaborate. His omega’s scent is heaviest here, almost like a tangible force in the room, overwhelming Riot in its potency and underlying message… Fertile and Available.
“Where have you been hiding, Little One?” Riot wonders softly aloud, leaning heavily against the doorway and absorbing images of his omega here in this sacred space. An omega like this should have been scooped up long ago. Riot shakes his head as he steps carefully over cushions and toward the mattress in the center, where the pillows are more heavily indented, showing the most signs of use. He reluctantly sets Katsuki on the downy material. He’s hesitant to part from him for even a moment, but he carefully arranges Katsuki on his side before he slides down himself, and pulls the omega to him and wraps him close so that every limb is absorbed into Riot’s body heat. He grabs the heaviest looking fleece blanket close to them and spreads it over them, making sure that absolutely everything is covered and securely tucked around Katsuki to cocoon their heat together.
When he’s finished, he leans over and runs his nose up the back of Katsuki’s neck and kisses gently against the gland. The shivers start to subside as Katsuki’s body begins to warm and the blue tinging recedes from his extremities and lips. Riot just holds him close, until the tension leaks from the omega’s body entirely and his scent sweetens even further. Riot’s instincts have been alive and ricocheting through him at lightning speed all night, but as the dust begins to settle…there is one thing still itching under his skin. His alpha has all but claimed this omega as theirs. While Riot knows he has to wait to mark his little one…probably should observe some sort of social decorum. Lord knows, he’s way out in left field now with how many other customs he’s blown past tonight. He knocked an omega unconscious, smelled him up, and instead of taking him to a hospital, he entered the omega’s home uninvited. Then he undressed said omega without consent, entered his nest without permission…and is now snuggled behind him almost naked. Yet the urge to mark still strums under his skin like a bad song stuck in his head.
Riot can’t fuckin’ take it. He needs to smell them together. Needs to confirm what he already knows is true. Typically, the last stage of ‘courting’ as Riot understands it is direct scenting, a mixing of the couple’s oils to determine full compatibility and start the pre-bonding process. Riot can say that out of all of his partners over the years, he’s never once even been inclined to try it, but something about this little omega is screaming at him to take ownership, take responsibility, take him and never give him back.
He doesn’t even know this omega. Hell, they’ve never spoken. Never shared a meal. Never even held eye contact. Riot knows that once he does this, he can’t go back. No matter how this situation plays out in the morning and he has no doubt that the omega will be confused at the very least…murderous at the most...he needs this. The omega will be strongly influenced by their mixed scents, his biological drive will make him more inclined to accept the alpha, make him more submissive to the alpha’s dominance, and may even throw him into an unscheduled heat. Non-consensual scenting is highly frowned upon in this day and age, however Riot has never been one to deny his desires. He has been blessed with absolutely zero regard for the laws that may prevent him from acquiring said desires, and he desires this omega more than anything. Riot is a villain…he’s wanted all over the country and knows that having a mate could make him vulnerable, but right now his logic is shuffled to his hindbrain while instincts rage front and center. In the distant past, alphas claimed omegas by catching them in the wild and claiming them with force, needing to prove their strength and virility. Riot likes to think of himself as old fashioned in this regard.
He noses in closer and licks beneath Katsuki’s ear, and when a soft sigh escapes through pink parted lips, Riot’s resolve kicks down the last of his line of reasoning. He leans over his pretty omega, using a gentle grip at the back of Katsuki’s neck to bring their necks together and rubs the glands against one another, mixing their oils completely. The smell of decadent desert fills the air as caramel mixes with raspberry dark chocolate, making the nest billow with the smell of an upscale confectionary shop and exotic truffles. Riot takes a deep breath, and like a drug, it spreads through his bloodstream and he feels it as all of the synapses in his brain fire, serotonin flooding his system. This is his mate. He knows now that it can never be any other way. He will never be able to move on or experience anything like this in his lifetime again. He doesn’t know how or why he was blessed, but if ‘Fated Mates’ exist, Katsuki is his. Katsuki can never leave him.
Riot’s cock kicks to life as he continues rubbing their necks together as if trying to permanently bond them through scent alone. He wants to smother Katsuki with his smell. Wants everyone to know that this omega belongs to Blood Riot. Wants Katsuki as desperate for him, as he is for Katsuki. Wants him so scent drunk that he doesn’t know which way is up. Riot ruts his hard, clothed cock up against Katsuki’s ass, desperate for friction. He doesn’t necessarily want to get off, even though the urge to fill Katsuki with his seed and spread it all over his perfect body is raging through him. He wants Katsuki so close that no one can decipher which one of them is which. He wants to curl inside of his omega and reside just beneath his skin. His alpha is practically howling his agreement.
He’s broken out of his obsessive reverie when a new sound breaches the electric air around them, and Riot sits back and stills his movement to gaze down at the curled form beneath him. Katsuki’s chest is vibrating and a steady content purr oozes straight into Riot’s bones… His omega is happy. It settles something deep in Riot. Omegas only purr for their mates. Riot hasn’t even sunk his fangs into pale delicate skin, and yet his omega subconsciously recognizes their bond. His grin is wolfish and predatory… Yes, he was meant to save this little one. Was meant to take him. This one is all for him. He needs to make a few phone calls before his omega wakes in the morning.
KATSUKI
A screaming headache slams Katsuki into consciousness, but he isn’t ready to open his eyes yet. The world is quiet, and he’s so warm and comfortable. His limbs absolutely refuse to cooperate just yet. He snuggles deeper into his nest. He’d been having the most wonderful dream and tries to remember the face of the alpha claiming him. He’d been so content and happy to finally be whole while riding a thick cock. He tries desperately to recall the face of his dream alpha, but his mind is hazy and the images slip away like water through cupped fingertips. The smell still haunts his thoughts. The smell of dark chocolate with raspberry filling. His mouth waters as the phantom smell lingers, almost as if he is still bathed in it. He rubs his nose gently against his pillow and clenches his legs together. He vaguely recognizes that he’s hard and his hole is wet. He’s keen to ignore his head pounding in favor of the little zips of pleasure arcing down his spine as he slightly twists his hips to grind against the blanket beneath him. A whimper of need slithers up his throat. He’s tempted to snuff it back down, but he’s home alone, so it won’t matter. He can’t hear it anyway, must’ve left his hearing aids out when he got home last night. He grinds a little harder and the friction causes his hole to rhythmically clench down on nothing. He wants to be full, so badly, but that would require getting up to retrieve his silicone toy from the drawer and he’s not that inclined to leave his warm sanctuary in the blankets.
He tries to visualize the same alpha, those large hands running over his body and teasing his nerve endings with promised pleasure. Tries to imagine being full on a knot. His body feels heated and sensitive. Every rub of soft fabric against his skin amplifies the sensations. He knows that he’s leaking all over the blankets and will unfortunately have to wash them all when he gets up. He sighs, inhaling more of that chocolate raspberry scent that he knows will disappear when he fully wakes.
His headache is getting more persistent, ruining his fantasy, an uninvited guest to his visions of pleasure. It’s been awhile since he’s been this aroused outside of heat. It almost feels like his pre-heat, but his mind shuts that down. He just had his heat not even two weeks ago. He sighs as the pain behind his eyes becomes unbearable and he just knows that another whine is building in his throat. His eyes snap open violently when he feels warm fingers press against his neck gland. He’s not alone…
He sits up so fast that a wave of dizziness forces him to grasp his forehead as if it will help ease the spinning of the room. His stomach heaves and roils, as his equilibrium rocks as if he’s riding the world’s worst Tilt-O-Whirl. His other hand clutches his stomach, praying that it won’t eject all of last night’s dinner all over his nest. He clenches his eyes closed, trying to control the shaking in his vision. What the absolute fuck?!
He vaguely feels arms wrap around his waist and tug him backwards against a firm chest. Did he go home with someone last night? He tries to process the scents around him, but all he can smell is the phantom scent from his dream. His breaths are coming out in violent breaths and panic rises, making his head pound harder. There’s someone in his fuckin’ nest! He scrambles in his memory for what happened, but all he remembers is leaving the restaurant from his terrible date with Sour Lemon. He remembers the cold and the snow. Everything else is blank. He needs to get away! He scrambles and claws at the arms wrapped solidly around him, and he can feel his own growl building in his chest, but can’t hear it in the air. Only years of practice tells him that the sound is menacing and loud. His intruder doesn’t know who he’s fucking messing with. Katsuki tries to open his eyes again, but everything is still spinning, a blur of colors and shapes. He clenches them closed again and decides to fight blind. He tries to squirm and wrestle his way out of the hold, but with one quick shift both of his arms are now trapped beneath steel skin bands that don’t give an inch to his struggling.
In a fit of desperation, he throws his head backwards, trying to catch his assailant off guard and when the back of his head meets a hard chin, Katsuki nearly blacks out from the pain. His mouth opens involuntarily and he can feel the cry vibrate in his throat. His movements still completely and can’t help going limp and dazed, as everything in his body refuses to cooperate.
Abruptly, those arms leave him and he’s gently laid back down to the cushions below them. Katsuki wants to open his eyes, needs to track the intruder, but suddenly he feels soft fingers on his chin tilting his face. Katsuki can’t even find the motivation to fight as blinding pain still sears from the back of his head. Skin brushes against his neck and suddenly the pain mutes down to a dull roar and a warmth spreads throughout his limbs. His panic ebbs and a deep sense of comfort fills him as the scent in the room billows and pillows him in reassurance and safety. The touch is light and brief before Katsuki is left bereft and for only a moment, he wants to beg them to come back.
He has the brief realization that he’s just been intimately scented by a stranger, but he can’t seem to muster the motivation to care when a pleasant tingling forces the last of the pain away. He’s tempted to sink deep into it and just fall back asleep, but his omega is purring and he knows that he should be concerned about that. The unfamiliar vibration in his chest is also alarming and he’s finally able to crack his eyes open and the room blessedly stays where it belongs when he opens his eyes fully. The familiar ceiling of his nest greets him and he luxuriates the absolute calm spreading through him. His mind feels a little hazy as he looks around.
He feels hands once again at his side and feels a familiar weight of his hearing aid settle into one of his ears and his eyes lazily scan to the huge form at his side. There’s a little click and a beep in his ear and flinches when his breaths suddenly sound obnoxiously loud in his right ear. His hand moves automatically to turn the little toggle to turn the sound down to a bearable level, eyes never leaving the behemoth seated next to him. He turns a little more to see more clearly in the dim lighting of his nest. The man is tall with bronzed skin, angular features, with garnet eyes and hair to match. His hair is long and pulled half up, with long strands framing his face. Katsuki’s eyes land on the scar cutting through one eyebrow and part of this man’s eye, giving him a slightly sinister appearance. His glance trails down a strong throat and over broad muscles, down to a deep V-cut and to black boxers.
Katsuki wants to sit up to see more, but his body is so relaxed that he’s not sure he could complete the action even if he wanted to. His eyes snap back up to the garnet eyes of the man nonchalantly reclined in his nest like he belongs here. Alpha… his brain helpfully supplies and for the first time ever he can feel vibrations in his chest and hear his own purr.
“Hello, omega,” the man croons low and deep, making a shiver race up Katsuki’s spine. Even in his relaxed state, his head cocks a little to the side with the alpha’s very intimate greeting.
Katsuki’s brain scrambles trying to pull a response through the haze. He tries to move his mouth to form the syllables for the many questions his brain keeps trying to grasp. Instead, a soft whine breaks through his purr. Katsuki knows this man is a stranger, that he’s in danger, but right now his omega is in the driver’s seat and he can’t seem to surface. His eyes blink and he stares at the beautiful alpha, trying to convey his questions with his eyes.
The alpha stares down at him with a singular focus, as if they’ve known each other for ages and this is just the natural progression of things. “Hey, it’s okay,” the alpha says softly and fingers brush through Katsuki’s hair and the intoxicating smell of fruit filled truffles intensifies, making Katsuki’s eyes almost roll back into his head. “It’s just the scenting, Little One. You’ll get used to it. It’s just to calm you down and alleviate the pain. You’ll be alright. You’re safe here with me…”
Katsuki wants to know so badly who this alpha is. How he got here in Katsuki’s most personal space, someplace no one has ever been previously allowed. Katsuki’s tongue feels swollen, and even he can’t decipher the mumbled gibberish that comes out when he tries to force the words past his teeth. His scent must betray his confusion, because the alpha’s eyes narrow a bit in concentration and his nostrils flare, scenting the change.
“Katsuki, you were in an accident last night. A car almost hit you while you were crossing the street. I was able to knock you out of the way in time, but you hit your head,” the alpha says carefully, but even in his muddled state, Katsuki’s brain starts doing calculations. He thinks he can barely recall trying to pick his way across the street and the sudden scent that bombarded his nose just as he looked up into the headlights. Raspberry and chocolate. Katsuki’s brain starts whirring. His teachers always told him that sometimes he was too clever for his own good, and he can sense all of the gaps in this story. This doesn’t explain why the alpha is here. In his goddamn nest… or why the man scent marked him intimately.
Katsuki tries to sit up again and this time, he’s semi-successful and is able to prop himself on an elbow on his side, before getting his knees under him, putting him in a kneeling position in front of the alpha. Each movement is a struggle on wobbly limbs. Katsuki hates the submissive positioning already, but he can’t work up the motivation to move any further yet.
“Whoa, careful there. You probably shouldn’t move so quickly yet,” the alpha growls out in a nagging tone that raises Katsuki’s hackles and strong fingers grip onto his shoulder. He’s not going to be told what to do by some strange alpha in his own damn nest. His omega tries to whine at his assessment, inserting that this alpha is theirs…that he’s familiar and safe…that he belongs. Hush, you’re just being desperate. The whine comes out garbled with a growl into some weird amalgamation between the two.
“Katsuki, I’m getting mixed signals here. Are you wanting comfort or to fight?” The alpha asks with a smirk and Katsuki’s sharp glare cuts up to garnet irises that seem to be amused at the situation. The alpha knows his name, and Katsuki isn’t sure how he feels about that. Katsuki’s normally caramel scent comes out almost acrid and his lips curls into a familiar sneer. This alpha had better explain himself and quickly. Katsuki can feel the effects of the scenting melting away and sizzling into familiar anger. His fists clench in his lap.
The alpha leans forward close to Katsuki’s face, so close that Katsuki can feel a warm breath ghost across his lips. “Such a strong omega. So pretty, even when you’re angry,” he whispers and Katsuki simultaneously wants to lunge at the taunting alpha while also preen at his praise. Apparently, in his current state, his body decides embarrassment is the way to go, and he can feel the red hot blush flush his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn. What the fuck is even going on here?! Katsuki wants to shout and rage and get to the bottom of whatever twilight zone he has entered, but his omega is being a stubborn ass, chanting about mates and other preposterous nonsense.
Katsuki grunts and tries for words again, “Why’re you here?” He finally manages to slur out and lifts his chin in an act of defiance.
Katsuki watches the alpha carefully. The man doesn’t even blink at his tone. Most alpha’s wouldn’t stand for the challenge that Katsuki is putting out. However, He can see the man working through what to say next and Katsuki senses the lie coming, and an automatic growl rises in his chest. He hates liars. “Don’ even bother trying to lie,” he manages, enunciating each syllable, the words coming out harsh and demanding.
The alpha merely raises a scarred brow at him. “Who said I was going to lie, baby?”
Katsuki carefully sits up on his hands and knees and forces himself backwards away from the alpha, whose scent is now tangling around Katsuki demanding submission. Katsuki knows that neck scenting is a form of control, but he’s not some dimwitted peon. He needs to get away from the scent, away from temptation.
The alpha’s expression turns dark, the further Katsuki backs away. “Where are you going, Katsuki?”
Katsuki is stopped in his tracks by the tone and cadence of the question. His skin feels too tight and his omega is wailing at the distance between them. He ignores it. He needs to get control of this situation. “Who are you and what are you doing in my nest?” Katsuki snarls.
The tense expression on the alpha’s face peels away into something closer to pity. Katsuki hates it intensely. “Last night I saved you and brought you home, you invited me in and you were freezing and shaking so hard that I had to warm you up,” he explains with his hands outspread in an open expression. “Don’t you remember?” Katsuki only smells honesty in the scent between them, but something about the explanation irks him. He would’ve never invited anyone in here. He could’ve been dying, but that rule is concrete and written in stone. An alpha has never even dared to enter his nest.
“You’re lying,” Katsuki bites out and more bitter caramel fills the air, almost battling back the alpha’s own comforting scent.
The alpha smiles with all sharp teeth and Katsuki shudders at the expression flip and the new calculating look in garnet eyes. “Yes, I am…” He purrs. “But which part am I lying about, omega?”
Katsuki knows a trap when he hears one, but curiosity and suspicion gets the better of him. “I never invited you in,” Katsuki states firmly. “I’ve never invited anyone in.”
The alpha’s smile morphs once again into something infinitely pleased. His scent wafts back and engulfs Katsuki in pheromones that somehow convey that he did well. “Good, omega,” the alpha groans.
More confusion fills Katsuki. He knows that he just passed some sort of test, but can’t for the life of him figure it out.
“Your nest is beautiful, baby. I’ve never seen one like it before. It’s perfect,” the alpha once again changes the subject. Katsuki gets whiplash from the conflicting emotions that tear through him.
His omega is chirping and pleased at the compliments, ultimately seeking more, wanting to be closer to the alpha showing them attention. Meanwhile, Katsuki feels an irrational surge of jealousy that he can’t explain. “Seen a lot of nests, have you?” His words come out slightly choked and bitter, but he can’t take them back once they’ve slipped past traitorous lips. He seriously needs to get a hold of his damn self.
The alpha doesn’t even react to his bitter scent and testy words, just merely chuckles with an easy grin. “Is my omega jealous?”
Katsuki clenches his jaw. He fell into yet another trap. “No,” he grits out, “but I don’t know you. You still haven’t answered my questions and yet you are still sitting uninvited in my nest.”
His rage is rising and he’s getting the feeling that this alpha is getting off on it. Alphas always seem to avoid him like the plague. He’s too loud, too brash, too rude to be a proper omega. He knows that his dates flopped because he has impossible standards that no one could ever live up to and too many flaws for a suitable partner. He’s never encountered an alpha like this before and none of his usual bark seems to be getting through to this unshakeable alpha.
The alpha’s grin fades into something intense that Katsuki can’t quite identify. He scents the air to try and determine which way the mood is going to shift, but he gets nothing but an eerily calm alpha still exuding comfort and reassurance. “Katsuki, I’m here because I’m your alpha. You might not have invited me in, but this was the best place for me to take care of you. You could’ve died and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I’m your mate”
Katsuki sighs in aggravation, closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. Why are the hot ones always crazy?... “You aren’t my alpha. I don’t even know your name,” Katsuki corrects.
When he looks up again, the alpha has moved and is crouched right over him…so close that Katsuki could reach out and brush over that intriguing scar on the alpha’s face. Katsuki’s eyes widen at the sudden proximity and as he scrambles to put more distance between them. A large hand reaches out and wraps around the entire circumference of his arm, preventing his retreat. “Most people call me Riot, but you can call me Eijirou if you’d like, Little One,” the alpha says softly and tugs gently at Katsuki’s arm, trying to draw him closer.
The world goes a little hazy again being so close to the alph–’Eijirou’. Katsuki resists the pull on his arm at first, but the more scent that invades him, he feels his autonomy shut down one switch at a time. His body goes lax and he’a pulled into warm arms that hold him tight in an embrace. Katsuki can’t help it when his nose lands close to the juncture of the alpha’s shoulder and neck, can’t help it when he takes a deep breath of intense and possessive pheromones. “That’s it, baby. So good for me,” Eijirou rumbles knowingly.
The alpha keeps his hold while he lays back on the cushions and pulls Katsuki to where he’s straddling the man’s thick torso and lying chest to chest. One of Eijirou’s hands cups the back of Katsuki’s head and directs his face further into the crook of his neck until Katsuki’s nose brushes against the oily gland. The smell is so intense, it overcomes Katsuki until all he can think is how he wants more. He nuzzles the gland smearing the thick oil all over his face, making it shine in the dim light. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and he presses it to the source of the sweet smell. The alpha below him groans and Katsuki presses his tongue harder and licks from one edge to the other, hoping to earn more of his alpha’s sounds. He can’t get enough. Katsuki feels like he’s falling, falling into the center of the Earth, through layers of magma, heating him from the inside out as he licks more of that sweetness and swallows.
He feels drunk. It's with startling clarity that the thought occurs to him that he is drunk…scent drunk. The alpha, Eijirou, did this on purpose. He pulls back briefly, but that firm hand just pushes his face closer again until he’s once more absorbed into the desire for more, his inhibitions stuffed into a tiny locked box. “Be good for me, omega,” his alpha commands quietly against Katsuki’s ear and Katsuki…can’t help but obey.
RIOT
His omega is perfect in every way. God, he’s so fucking hot when he’s angry and thinking. Riot could practically see him working through it all at the speed of light. So suspicious. So fucking clever and feisty. It was their first conversation and Katsuki knew before Riot even told the lie. He smiles while his omega suckles and nuzzles against his neck. Katsuki has never been touched by another alpha. His omega flat out admitted it and Riot couldn’t be more pleased about that fact. He needs to have him, needs to mate him and lock him down. He knows that Katsuki is confused and maybe angry about having his choices taken away, but Riot will make it all better. He knows what’s best, even if his omega denies it. Once his venom is injected, Katsuki will be his forever. He just needs to force Katsuki into heat for it to take.
Riot doesn’t even think that Katsuki registered his state of undress, and part of Riot is glad of that fact. They’ve discussed all the basics, but now he needs Katsuki in a different way and Riot stares down at the naked omega sprawled across his chest, squirming and moaning, enthralled completely by Riot’s scent. Just as he should be.
Riot feels a jerk in his cock, when sharp little omega fangs pierce the skin just below his gland. He turns his head to the side and meets a hazy and dilated ruby gaze staring at him. “Hi, baby,” Riot greets and a warm shy smile graces the omega’s features.
“Alpha,” Katsuki chirps back. Riot grins at the response. Katsuki’s face is shiny from covering himself in Riot’s scent and Riot almost lets out a feral snarl at the sight of him smeared in oils.
“Fuck, omega, so sexy for me,” Riot rumbles darkly. Katsuki preens and sits up, scooting his ass backwards in the movement. A new smell drifts into the air around them…honey…and Riot marvels at the wetness coating his abdomen underneath Katsuki. “Are you wet for me, Little One?”
Katsuki’s cheeks turn a darling shade of red and if Riot didn’t know before, he does now. This little omega has never had an alpha inside of him. Riot’s cock hardens almost painfully right behind Katsuki’s pert little ass. Riot reaches up and hooks a hand on the side of Katsuki’s waist and his other hand reaches around the small omega to grasp his own cock in a hard fist. Katsuki tracks his movements with curiosity written all over his face. He turns over his shoulder and watches avidly as Riot fists himself. More slick trickles down from Katsuki and covers Riot’s navel, making him groan.
Katsuki isn’t in heat yet and Riot knows that if he pushes just a little bit harder, he can get Katsuki there. He needs to overload the small omega with scent, trick his omega into opening up for breeding and mating. With Katsuki being untouched, it shouldn’t take too much to convince Katsuki’s omega that Riot is here to make all of its wildest dreams come true.
“Katsuki, come down here, baby…” Riot murmurs, wanting to kiss sweet lips that are currently slick and shining. Katsuki, however, can’t seem to take his eyes off of Riot’s hand moving steadily up and down his dick as more slick gushes between them. “Omega,” Riot calls and suddenly fully dilated eyes swing back to his. “Do you want to taste it baby?” Riot asks and Katsuki’s blush intensifies, spreading down his chest.
“Yes, alpha.”
Riot grins. Nice and scent-drunk…just gotta fill him up, pump him with everything I’ve got and get his omega to open up. “Good boy, why don’t you turn around…” Riot instructs, moving his hand on Katsuki’s waist to help support the omega as he swivels around. “Hands and knees, baby. Bring that ass back to me.” Riot chokes on an inhale when Katsuki follows his commands, and suddenly a very wet pink hole is winking at him wantonly. Katsuki shifts and lowers his head down close to where Riot’s hand has stilled on his cock. Riot is entranced by the fantasy that is playing out in front of his eyes. He’s caught staring for just a moment, entranced by Katsuki’s tight entrance.
A subtle whine reminds him that his baby is still waiting for further instruction. “Take it in your mouth baby, use your tongue and get it all wet for me,” he manages to growl, never removing his eyes from the sight of more slick trickling down to Katsuki’s taint. He almost lets out a full-bodied roar when a hot tongue laves against the tip of his cock, licking the drops of precome away and swallowing them. “So good, Little One, keep going,” he encourages through clenched teeth. Katsuki gets a little more bold after the praise and sucks the tip into the cavern of his hot mouth.
Eijirou can’t wait any longer. He releases his cock which is now supported by Katsuki’s firm lips suctioned around his length, and pushes himself up on both of his elbows to get himself closer to that dripping hole. His tongue presses against Katsuki’s taint and swipes upward through the sweetest nectar he’s ever tasted. He swirls his tongue around puckered skin before sealing his mouth and giving a hearty suck. More slick gushes into his mouth and he swallows greedily. He keeps undulating his tongue against Katsuki’s rim, coaxing it to relax. Meanwhile, Katsuki moans around his cock and accidentally sinks too deep, the jerk of his gag reflex constricting around Riot’s cock. He leans back briefly to growl, “Fuck, baby, do that again. Take me into your throat.” Like this, Katsuki will do anything to please him and heady power fills Riot. He feels Katsuki respond to the command immediately and Riot feels himself being enveloped in tight heat. Katsuki draws back to breathe and the omega gasps and jerks when Riot thrusts his tongue past the omega’s now softened rim, licking at his hot insides.
“Alpha,” Katsuki mewls. Riot ignores him and balances on one arm, to bring his hand up to spread Katsuki’s cheek further apart so that he can thrust his tongue even farther. Katsuki drops his mouth back down over Riot’s cock. Their scents are swirling, heavy and heady in the air, making Riot want to push this omega so far over the edge that he’ll never be able to go back to the way things were before.
Katsuki starts a steady sucking rhythm on his cock that has his alpha snarling for release. He growls deep in his chest. “That’s it, Little One, suck my fucking cock. Gonna make me come, omega.” He shifts his hand and puts his index finger at Katsuki’s hole and begins to steadily push past tight muscle. More slick gushes around the intrusion, but he keeps pushing until his knuckles bump up against Katsuki’s cheeks. Katsuki’s whole body is quaking and he redoubles his effort on Riot’s cock. Riot can feel his knot swelling at his base and his balls start tingling, but he ignores it for now and begins thrusting his finger in and out Katsuki’s heat. When it starts to slide easily, he adds a second. Katsuki sucks the fingers in greedily and moans around his cock when Riot spreads them wide. With each thrust in, more slick trickles out. He’s never seen so much from an omega outside of heat before. He leans up again and licks around where his fingers are now steadily pumping.
Katsuki abruptly pulls off his cock, thankfully forcing Riot’s impending orgasm back. He won’t come before his omega. “Alpha,” Katsuki whines pitifully and drops his upper body over Riot’s navel just enough for Riot to watch his back arch into a proper presenting position. Katsuki is giving in… just a bit more. Riot adds another finger, and curls them. Katsuki jolts above him and Riot smirks and presses more firmly, and strokes his fingers mercilessly over the spot. A guttural moan rips through the air, and Katsuki’s hips start rocking backward onto Riot’s fingers. “There we go, Little One. C’mon ride my fucking fingers. Make yourself come.”
That seems to be all it takes when Katsuki cries out and slick pours from his hole between curled fingers, the muscles expanding and contracting. A burst of thick white sprays from Katsuki’s cock and marks Riot’s stomach. Katsuki is gasping and shaking as aftershocks rock his poor little body. Riot doesn’t give him even a moment before flipping Katsuki onto his back on the nest floor. Riot crawls over him and pushes his knees up under Katsuki’s armpits and leans over him. Katsuki pants as Riot looks down at him. “You can take a little more, can’t you, omega?” Riot purrs.
Katsuki nods his head, but before he can answer, Riot grips the back of his neck and tilts him upward to Riot’s hard and waiting cock. “Open your mouth, Little One,” he commands. Katsuki’s jaw drops immediately and Riot holds the omega’s head steady while he thrusts his hips, encasing his cock in that wet heat once more. Riot thrusts in deep and as Katsuki begins to gag, he pulls back just a bit, “Breathe through your nose, Katsuki. Open your throat and let me in.”
Katsuki’s eyes are hazy and distant, falling so nicely. Riot briefly checks over him for the tell-tale signs of heat, but he’s not quite there yet. Maybe a belly full of come will be enough. Riot pushes back in and Katsuki does exactly as he commanded. Riot sinks deep into Katsuki’s throat making it bulge just above his Adam's apple. “Good fuckin’ boy,” Riot praises and pulls back to allow Katsuki to breathe before pushing back in and setting a steady rhythm. His orgasm quickly builds back up, and his knot begins to expand. He has a brief image of knotting himself deep in Katsuki’s mouth and that’s enough for him to grip the expanding bulge at his base as pure euphoria floods him when white spurts spray down his omega’s throat. He shoves just a little further and holds there, his knot sitting right up against Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki squirms and starts to turn a little red from lack of air, but Riot holds just a little longer so that every last drop is unloaded deep in Katsuki’s belly. He plans to fill Katuski from both ends before the night is through. He pulls out slowly when he softens and Katsuki’s eyes begin to flutter. Katsuki coughs wetly, but then looks up at him with such a look of adoration that Riot almost can’t handle it.
He carefully shifts to Katsuki’s side and lays down, pulling Katsuki into his chest and once again rubs their neck glands together. The purring is intense between them. Katsuki’s glands send out wave after wave of satisfied omega pheromones. Riot pets over soft blond hair, while the omega pants hot breaths against Riot’s chest. The omega’s limbs are languidly wrapped in Riot’s, and Riot takes a second to appreciate the domesticity of the moment.
After a few moments, Riot leans down close to Katsuki’s ear and strokes over the shell, next to the hearing aid. He wonders what happened, but also doesn’t care. His omega is perfect no matter what. “Are you awake, Little One?” Riot murmurs quietly.
The purring intensifies, “Mmmhmm.” Katsuki’s scent intensifies and Riot smiles when he puts his hand to the omega’s forehead and feels the fever beginning to set in. He knows that Katsuki is far from lucid, and is only sinking deeper into himself as his omega takes the reigns. Riot reaches forward and cups Katsuki’s chin, turning his head to the side. He seals his lips over Katsuki’s and at first the omega freezes. Oh…is this another first? Riot smiles against those unsure lips and lets out a pleased hum, before licking and nipping at Katsuki’s bottom lip. Eventually, the blonde gets the idea and lips begin to move against Riots. Katsuki opens when Riot licks over the entrance, tasting remnants of himself there. He licks into Katsuki’s mouth and sucks on his tongue until they’re both breathless.
“Omega, are you going to open up and let me in? Gonna let me breed you? Hmmm?” Riot is already hard again and ruts against Katsuki’s stomach. The blonde squirms in his hold. “Gonna let me fill you up and make you mine?” The smell of fresh slick tantalizes his nose and he thrusts again, smearing precome over the omega’s skin. Riot reaches down and grabs his cock between them. He starts working it steadily while staying pressed up against Katsuki. “Gonna mark you everywhere, baby,” he growls, working his cock faster, twisting toward the top and working the head as a new urge strikes him. His orgasm is sudden and violent, splashing thick white come all over Katsuki’s thin stomach and up to his chest. Riot pushes Katsuki to his back and straddles his legs, putting his hands in the splatters of his seed and begins rubbing it into Katsuki skin. The musky scent mixes with their own, and Katsuki’s nose flares and a whine whistles from behind clenched teeth. His cheeks are reddening and he squirms beneath Riot’s fingers. His skin is burning up between Riot’s fingers as he spreads the come upwards and over Katsuki’s scent gland.
He’s surprised when Katsuki grunts and his eyes clench shut as Riot rubs the cum in circles over the glands on either side of his neck. He makes sure to also cover the glands on the insides of Katsuki’s thighs and smaller glands of his wrists. He smells like a whore, Riot’s whore. Riot can actually hear the flood of slick that gushes to the blanket below them. He revels in the thought of thoroughly desecrating this nest with their mixed scents and flooding the fabrics with their combined liquids…Katsuki’s eyes are nearly black, only a thin ring of red surrounding it.
His omega suddenly tenses and he bucks beneath him. “Alpha, hurts.”
Riot’s smile is blinding and smug satisfaction rages through him. It’s starting… “I know, Little One.” He shuffles off of Katsuki and delicate fingers reach out and cling to him. “I’m not going anywhere, omega.”
“Don’t leave. Please…help, alpha.” Katsuki cries through gritted teeth and curls in on himself a little as a cramp strikes him. Katsuki doesn’t realize it, but his pleading is an open invitation for Riot to devour him. He’s going to fill him so full that he bloats, shove his seed deep and claim him as his own. He’s going to make sure this omega can never leave. He’s going to pump him full of come, alpha venom, and going to pup him…tying all parts of the omega to Riot irrevocably. His alpha demands it.
He reaches down and lifts Katsuki’s legs, bending them up to his chest, and ruthlessly shoves three fingers in his omega’s dripping hole. Katsuki cries out raggedly and throws his head back against the pillows. “Is this what you need, omega? Need to be full of me?” He pumps his fingers in and out mercilessly drilling against his omega’s sweet spot.
“Need more,” his omega rasps out, gripping the back of his legs desperately with white knuckles. “Please, alpha,” he groans.
“Need more, huh?” Riot adds another finger. “Does this satisfy your greedy little hole, Katsuki?” Katsuki whines long and high-pitched and Riot snarls. “Gotta open you up, omega. Get you ready for me.” Katsuki writhes beneath him, hole puffy and red.
“Alpha, need you,” the omega cries.
“You have me, omega.”
Katsuki shakes his head frantically. Riot knows what his little one wants, what he needs, but his alpha wants to hear it from pretty pink lips. “Tell me, Little One.”
“Knot. Need your knot. Please, please, please…Alpha!” He cries out.
Riot rips his fingers from Katsuki’s hole, and notches his red and dripping cock up against it. He growls when he shoves into the hilt with a wet squelch. Katsuki cries out and come sprays from his cock in a small fountain, while the pressure of constricting muscles almost forces Riot’s cock out of his tight wet sheath. He stares in amazement at the writhing mess of omega beneath him, as he draws slowly out to the tip and shoves back in. Another ragged cry echoes between them.
He’s never felt anything quite like this as he brackets his arms on either side of Katsuki’s head and drives in again, jolting Katsuki further up the mattress. Blonde, watery lashes are half-lidded as blown pupils look up at him, driving him near feral with need. “Fuck, omega, so fuckin’ perfect around me,” he grunts as he picks up his pace. Wet slapping sounds are a symphony of debauchery that just fuels Riot to go harder and faster. His omega moans like a wanton slut below him with every wet glide. Riot leans back and yanks Katsuki’s legs over his shoulders and pounds deep into the tightest hole he’s ever been in and growls watching Katsuki’s stomach distend with every punishing thrust. Katsuki’s hands come down and press over the spot, locking his arms behind his knees and putting a delightful pressure on the tip of Riot’s dick through the skin. Katsuki’s guts slosh and clench around him rhythmically, until Katsuki’s mouth opens on a silent scream and more cum trickles from his cock and slick sprays around Riot’s cock. Riot’s smile is manic as Katsuki floods the bedding below them.
Riot smiles wickedly, “Good, omega. Soaking the nest, baby. Gonna knot you, omega. Stuff you full and plug you up.” His knot is swelling rapidly and begins to beat against Katsuki’s swollen rim while his heavy balls slap against the omega’s toned cheeks. “Fuck, Katsuki…” Riot shouts as he shoves it past his clenching rim and forces it deep into still spasming muscles. He batters his hips forward, forcing himself as far in as possible. Katsuki screams and clenches down, hands flying outwards to clutch at the sheets, making Riot snarl as come explodes in a rush from his cock, bathing Katsuki’s tunnel in white. Riot’s vision swims as pulse after pulse of spend works its way through his tingling balls and up into Katsuki. His eyes are slitted as he watches the bulge in Katsuki’s tiny belly expand. Katsuki’s eyes are wide and tears leak from the corners, a gravelly groan sounding from his open mouth. Riot pulls a little at the knot, dragging it against compressed muscle, just to rut in further and make Katsuki squeal in surprise. Katsuki’s stomach bloats more, making him look pregnant. Riot takes a hand and rubs firmly over the bulge, making the liquid beneath slosh around in Katsuki’s guts. He pushes down, forcing the liquid with nowhere else to go to rush upwards into Katsuki’s womb. He wants to fill Katsuki with a full litter. He can’t wait to see Katsuki full and round with pups. More come pours into Katsuki’s channel at the thought.
Once satisfied, he leans up further and runs his tongue over Katsuki’s scent gland, making the omega gasp. He grips the other side of Katsuki’s head and strikes without further preamble, sinking his fangs deep into the tender swollen gland until oil and blood fills his mouth and Katsuki's whole body convulses with a scream, arching upward against Riot, pulling at the knot between them. Katsuki’s breathing is harsh and fever makes the skin burn at Riot’s lips. He sinks his fangs further, instinctually needing his mark to scar and be on display.
Riot removes his hand and slowly retracts his teeth, making sure to lick over the bleeding wound when Katsuki whimpers pathetically in overstimulation. He carefully pulls the omega’s legs down from his shoulders, gently maneuvering them into a spooning position against the pillows. Katsuki sighs and his purr vibrates against Riot’s chest. “Rest, Little One,” he whispers against the omega’s hearing aid. Katsuki’s eyes flutter shut.
The blonde shivers with aftershocks in his arms and Riot reclines, one arm under his head, face nuzzled in ash blonde locks, and the other arm wraps over Katsuki’s shoulder as he slides his hand up to loosely circle Katsuki’s neck in a possessive gesture. “You’re mine now, Little Omega.”
KATSUKI
Before he even opens his eyes, Katsuki knows that he’s been altered in some inexplicable way. The side of his neck burns, his lower body aches, and the scent of slick, sweat and come is heavy in the air. An unfamiliar tug in his chest captures his attention. He feels an overwhelming feeling of pride, lust, and satisfaction rolling through him in gentle waves. These feelings aren’t his, but rather an invasion in his body, a stranger having taken up residence in his soul. He’s been mated. His omega is content and purring. Katsuki feels whole. Confused, but whole. Images flash in his mind of him in delirium and he almost blanches in embarrassment.
“Omega, why do you feel embarrassed?” a deep voice next to him rumbles, plucking the emotion straight out of the bond.
Katsuki hesitantly cracks his eyes open to be greeted by the intense garnet gaze of his mate…’Eijirou,’ Katsuki recalls. Katsuki tries to summon his fury. Attempts to call on righteous indignation at being manipulated and forced into a mating that he didn’t consent to, but somehow the only word that slips past his lips is, “Why?”
“Why what, baby?” Eijirou asks, his expression neutral. A blast of of some unidentifiable emotion rings from the other side of the bond, making Katsuki unsteady.
“Why me?” He whispers hesitantly.
Eijirou’s eyes light up. “Because you’re perfect, Little One. Fated and made for me.”
Katsuki raises a brow and murmurs, “Fated? How the fuck do you know that?”
Eijirou hums in thought, “Just sort of felt it the first time I smelled you from two blocks away, baby. It’s how I found you in time. Our meeting had to be fated. The moment I held you in my arms, I knew that nothing would ever be the same. That I had to have you, had to claim you.”
Katsuki tries to suss out the complex emotions flowing through the bond at lightspeed and so far all he’s deciphered is Possessiveness, Pride, and something eerily close to Obsession. “You could have just courted me like a regular alpha…” Katsuki mutters petulantly in response.
“And give you the option to deny yourself and your nature?...I don’t think so. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your discord with your omega, Katsuki,” The alpha looks at him like Katsuki just said the most ridiculous thing on the planet.
Katsuki gingerly sits up and looks down at the reclined alpha. Katsuki’s eyes scan around the nest and then down at himself. He’s been cleaned off, thankfully. His eyes land back on Eijirou. “Don’t you want to know if I would’ve chosen you for myself? If we’re fated, wouldn’t we have ended up together anyway?”
Eijirou smirks and reaches out a hand to lay it on Katsuki’s thigh where he’s sitting cross-legged next to the alpha. “We WERE going to end up together either way,” he says firmly. “Omega, I don’t waste time. When I see something I want, I take it. I am not a hero, Katsuki, so don’t expect that from me.”
Katsuki blinks at his statement about not being a hero, some part of that statement sticking to Katsuki’s brain and begging him to examine it closer. A flash of a recent newscast flashes in his mind of a mugshot. Fuck, why hadn’t he noticed the resemblance sooner… “Oh my god,” he mutters and scrubs a hand over his face. “When you said before that you typically go by Riot…you meant Blood Riot, didn’t you?” He rasps the name out quietly like anyone could be listening.
Eijirou’s answering grin is vicious and he sits up suddenly and grabs Katsuki’s neck lightly, stroking over Katsuki’s mating mark with his thumb. “The one and only, Little One.” Katsuki takes a moment to think hard about why he didn’t startle at the sudden move or jerk out of the way, and realizes that the bond already warned him that there was no ill-intent behind the move. His omega decides instead to tilt his head submissively and lean into the caress with an amount of trust that Katsuki didn’t even realize he was capable of.
While the news is shocking, Katsuki is more shocked to realize that he really doesn’t care. He should be scared and trying to get away from a notorious villain, but the bond tells him that Eijirou is his, and his alone. But old insecurities bubble to the surface, and Katsuki’s gut clenches. Eijirou claimed him, not knowing…
“Katsuki…?” Eijirou grips his chin and leans into Katsuki’s space to nuzzle against his cheek softly. “I can feel you, Little One. What’s wrong?”
“You should have gotten to know me…you should know what you’ve just gotten yourself into with me,” Katsuki mutters.
“Explain.”
Katsuki twists his fingers together nervously. “You never asked–”
“Little One, are you still mad that I claimed you without asking?
“Well yes…but that’s not it.” Katsuki can’t meet Eijirou’s gaze. “I just don’t understand what you’d want a disabled, quirkless omega like me for…our pups could inherit deafness, they may not have a quirk. I-I’m not a proper omega. I’m loud and disobedient. I’m just…me.”
The silence in the room is heavy. Here it comes…the regret . His one chance at a bond is about to go up in smoke. Katsuki peeks up after Eijirou is silent for too long.
He’s got a confused look on his face, but he meets Katsuki’s gaze steadily. “Omega, I’m confused as to why you think that matters. You’re mine. That’s all I need to know. Who told you that you aren’t perfect? Who made you feel this way? I’ll hunt each one down and tear out their tongues…” He growls, and his scent turns wild and dangerous. Katsuki puts a hand to his chest and lets out a whimper at the fierce love, acceptance, and anger in his defense thrumming from Eijirou’s half of the bond.
Strong hands grip Katsuki and pull him forward into warm arms that engulf him completely. Eijirou rumbles deep in his chest and his scent turns warm and soothing. Katsuki lets out a deep sigh as relief spreads through him and vibrations pour from his chest. “Eijirou…” he says softly.
“Yes, Little One?”
“Can you be mine too?” Katsuki tucks his chin up over Eijirou’s broad shoulder and brushes their neck glands together, initiating for the first time, allowing their combined scent to bloom in the air between them. Caramel Dark Chocolate Raspberry.
Eijirou croons low and deep, “Katsuki, I’ve been yours from the moment fate paired us together. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”
Katsuki nuzzles in closer. He knows this is wrong. Knows that he should reject everything that just happened. Knows he’s been manipulated and had his choices taken away…
But he’s waited so long to be wanted. Wanted for everything he is…flaws and all. A villain may not have been what he wanted, but maybe it’s what he needed.