Something feels missing. The earth carries so much potential, weight and people, that she needs ample room to appropriate herself. So she has space. All the stars. And that's exactly what Katsuki Bakugou has always felt he needed. Space. That is what he does have, but even then it isn't enough. Years of being alone in childhood does nothing but make his heart more fond of other people's presence, no matter how shallow. So he decided to seek power. He became known as a relentless, driven force who is incapable of giving up. The reputation fits him, considering he rules a vast, powerful empire with an iron grip. He's an alpha as well, known for staking his claim over other lesser-known territories by asserting his dominance over other alpha or beta princes. It's common for royalty to be one of those genders, as omegas have no business in political affairs, and Katsuki has no problem going against the cultural norm and fucking alphas or betas into submission. Sometimes it's the only way to make them surrender. But still, it's not enough. He hungers for something to give him feeling. Anything. Possibly everything he never had growing up—emotionally, at least—but he's not sure what's supposed to fill the void. Every cheap fuck bores him and every prince is the same pretentious asshole. He's even tried a few omegas but they all leave a bitter taste in his mouth, which is surprising because he always thought sex would fulfill him and omegas are...well, raw sex. And really, after several years he gives up. The world is just too bland for his tastes and at age twenty four, he feels like he's experienced everything it has to offer. He's tried the most exquisite foods and the darkest wines, the rarest omegas and the boldest alphas. He's broken the strongest minds in just minutes, stormed entire kingdoms in hours and killed more people in a day than anyone else in history combined. There are no taller mountains to climb because he's reached the summit of what he can reach, and that's enough for him. At least that's what he tells himself. So he continues to expand his empire, piece by piece. To own everything is a goal within itself, because even if this world is boring, he can at least take it for himself before burning it to the ground. It deserves to be punished for not being able to fulfill him. Or maybe he's just entitled, but that's how he feels. It's the only thing he feels. Until one day, he targets a smaller territory in the corner of the world. It's a kingdom under Midoriya rule and it's located on an island just off the coast of a larger region he conquered. It's rather peaceful apparently, with rolling hills and sparse woods. It seems normal enough and Katsuki had assumed that its economy relies on fishing or hunting and game. But upon further investigation, it seems as if the country is self sufficient and does not trade with other kingdoms. It's completely isolated so, out of sheer curiosity, Katsuki decides to invade the area in search of its ruler. Out of a few tortured townspeople, he learns that the prince is Izuku Midoriya—the
name is interesting enough—and he's an alpha born to a beta queen who disappeared several months prior. He takes residence in a castle just beyond the coast so Katsuki makes his way there after a few weeks of clashing battles between nations. After all, it's out of sheer curiosity and his goal to destroy the world with not-so-childish motives to back it up. He finally wins of course, as he always does, and soldiers storm the capital. Kirishima, his general, is close on his heels when they begin to rise the steps to the castle. Katsuki dons a deep red cloak and white fur that hangs around the collar, with armored forearms to keep his limbs protected. The chest area is ironically exposed and bare—his lieutenants call it a "tease" since anyone could gut him but they always fail to do so. "This was an easy territory to conquer," Kirishima says with a sigh. "It might just be me but things aren't as difficult as they used to be." "We have a lot more resources than other kingdoms do," Katsuki replies coolly. "They're weak compared to the empire. It's not hard to destroy them." "That's true," Kirishima admits. He walks a bit faster to keep in stride next to him. "Hey so, I was going to tell you: I think the prince is alone in there. He sent all his guards out to stop you but, well...you took care of them." "Sure did," Katsuki says, inspecting his nails. There's fresh blood drying beneath them in crimson crescents. Ripping out throats makes the worst messes. "Leave the prince to me. I don't want to be disturbed." Kirishima coughs. "That's code for 'I'm gonna screw this guy' right?" "Of course." Katsuki pushes open the doors to the castle, leaving his general behind. Kirishima is good enough at his job to know what to do with the rest of the soldiers. He always makes sure that Katsuki isn't interrupted in the middle of sex, because that puts him in a terrible mood. Besides, there's nothing better than fucking a snobbish alpha prince to take the edge off. War is stressful. The grand hall is royal enough: teal carpets with ornate silver designs. Green silk drapes pool at the floor, torn off the windows. At far end of it all beyond reaching, ivory columns lies a tall throne carved from what looks like ancient redwood. And upon that throne sits the smallest alpha Katsuki has ever seen. He has to do a double take but...he's several inches shorter than Bakugou himself. With a mess of dark hair and even darker green streaks, he's seated with crossed legs and a piercing glare. "You're tiny," Katsuki says, and he can't help the laugh that escapes his lips. "I get that a lot," Izuku murmurs. "But I'm stronger than I look." He wields a firm voice with a softer undertone: there's a strange calmness to him that Katsuki isn't used to. Most princes begin to panic or at least attack him, but this one meets his gaze head on with intense, flashing eyes. "You're not going to fight me?" Katsuki asks as he begins to take confident steps towards the throne. "Not even a little?" "Not until you force yourself on me," Izuku replies. He still hasn't moved an inch but the fingers in his left hand twitch slightly.
He'll draw his sword from his right side, since he's left-handed. "And you're not going to suggest a diplomatic approach, either? Or maybe a compromise," he mocks, a sickening sweetness that drips from his words. "I know who you are, Katsuki Bakugou." Izuku watches him carefully, cautiously. "You don't want anything I could possibly offer." True. It's cute to watch princes offer him riches and wealth, sometimes even prized omegas or rare treasures: they hold no value in his eyes. There's only one thing he wants and he knows Izuku won't offer it to him willingly. "But you don't trade with other nations and you don't interact with them." Katsuki remarks casually. "So how is it you know so much about me?" "You look like the kind of man who takes what he wants." With one swift motion, Izuku draws his sword—with his left hand, just as he thought—and Katsuki knocks it aside with the edge of his armored forearm. It clatters against the floor and he catches a momentary glimpse of fear flickering in Izuku's eyes, a satisfied growl rising in his chest as the distance closes between them. "If you don't want your people to suffer, you should take this like the alpha you are." Katsuki roughly fists Izuku's hair. "That's the kind of selfless act you'd expect from a ruler, right?" "Let me go!" Izuku hisses, trying to pry the fingers out of his hair with one hand gripping Katsuki's arm. But Katsuki only twists harder, wrenching a cry from the prince's throat. "I didn't give you permission to touch me," he says coolly, trailing a finger along Izuku's jawline. It's sharp, just like his attitude. "You're lucky you're pretty, or else I would have broken your wrists by now." There's a hitch to Izuku's breath and Katsuki can't help but grin viciously. He jerks Izuku's head to the side and forces him on his knees, which earns him a reluctant groan and a flash of defiant eyes, but Katsuki ignores it in favor of running his thumb along the prince's bottom lip. "Open." Izuku tries to pull away again but Katsuki tightens the grip in his hair until he yelps, and he takes the opportunity to slide his index and middle finger into his mouth. It's quick and Izuku chokes, gagging softly but he doesn't bite down. Not yet. "Now suck," Katsuki growls. He draws out his fingers halfway before scissoring them along the prince's tongue. It's wet and actively writhes in protest but Katsuki continues to rock his fingers back and forth to explore it's warmth. It takes a few moments for Izuku to realize that Katsuki isn't pulling out until he does what he's told, so with reluctance, he seals his lips around Katsuki—as much as he can manage, at least— and does his best to lap at the fingers despite his discomfort. Izuku gags again as Katsuki pushes deeper, drool dripping from his jaw. Tears well up at the corners of his eyes and his cheeks flush as the wet depths of his mouth are explored, and Katsuki's cock aches at the sight. "Good boy." He pulls away from his mouth and he sees Izuku visibly relax a bit beneath him, but quickly tenses again as Katsuki unbuckles his pants. His hand, still
wet from Izuku's mouth, wraps around his cock and begins to stroke lazily. "You know what to do with this, don't you?" "That won't fit—" Izuku starts, tongue tied, but he's cut off as Katsuki presses the head of his cock against his mouth. He tries to recoil but the hand in his hair forces him closer, the drop of precum beading at the tip smearing across his lips. The thick scent of alpha begins to lift in the air. "If you don't make it fit, I know another place it will," he growls, and Izuku stiffens a bit. "Now open." The prince is silent for a few moments, as if he's thinking. Katsuki watches him attentively and he notices now that, yes, Izuku's pupils are dilated. In fact his teeth are grit, not from defiance, but from resistance. Katsuki cocks his head, eyes narrowing. If he's an alpha or a beta, there should be no instinct to resist in a situation like this. His alpha scent is definitely there though, even if it seems airy in comparison to Katsuki's heaviness. Besides, it's impossible for omegas to be royalty to begin with. Right? Wet warmth envelops his cock and snaps him back into focus. Izuku's cheeks are flushed and his eyes flare with stubborn concentration but his lips wrap tightly against the girth of his cock regardless. Katsuki leans back a bit as a moan rises in his throat, darkening as Izuku's tongue curls around the head. "Your mouth is kind of small," Katsuki says, dragging Izuku's mouth further down his cock. He gags and shoots him a glare, trying to jerk his head away, but Katsuki keeps him in place with the hand fisted in his hair. The prince makes a muffled choking noise that vibrates around Katsuki's cock, drawing another moan. Izuku is barely halfway down Katsuki's length, nowhere near the knot, and it's obvious that he's painfully aware of his own inexperience. He wraps a hand around the base of the cock to stroke it with clumsy, shaky movements. When the tip hits the back of his throat he instinctively recoils, but Katsuki is impatient and grasps both sides of his head for leverage and forces him down right as his hips snap up. Izuku chokes again and Katsuki feels him clawing at his trousers, desperate for air, but his lips meet the edge of the knot and slide back down the length with each thrust. Katsuki gives a soft sigh as heat pools in his lower abdomen, his cock throbbing as it fills the wet warmth all at once. Tears roll down Izuku's cheeks but he sucks a bit more insistently this time, hugging the underside of Katsuki's length with his tongue. It slides over a pulsing vein and when the cock twitches in his mouth, Izuku jumps in surprise. "Ah..." Katsuki tips his head back and begins to pant, his thrusting becoming more insistent as pleasure spikes through him. He clutches the sides of Izuku's head as he fucks his mouth in long strokes. It's wet and messy—there's saliva and precum dripping down the prince's chin—but it's hard for Katsuki to care when he feels so good. Suddenly, he yanks Izuku off his cock with a groan: if he goes any further, he'll cum and he's not ready for that yet. Izuku is coughing and clutching his throat as he gasps
for breath, using his other forearm to rub his cheeks wet from tears. He keeps his eyes trained away from Katsuki and straight at the ground, shifting uncomfortably on his knees and trembling from exertion. "Look at me." Katsuki grips Izuku by the hair and jerks his head up and to the side. His cheeks are flushed and there's drool rolling down the corners of his mouth, but more importantly, his pupils are blown wide. They practically consume his emerald irises whole, and now there's a new scent. "What the hell is that smell..." It's foreign and unfamiliar, and Katsuki can't help but slacken his jaw to taste the air. It's hot and sweet but has a bit of a tang to it, like cinnamon or mint, and it's fucking delicious. Izuku makes a small sound—a groan?—through grit teeth and tries to pull away, but Katsuki is already forcing him down onto his throne and ripping off his cloak. "S-Stop that!" There's a clear strain to his voice but Katsuki doesn't care. He's already settled himself on his knees and between Izuku's legs, keeping his torso right between Izuku's thighs to give himself easy access to the prince's body. Katsuki's mouth waters as he tears through the fabric hungrily, yanking Izuku's hair to expose his neck. Before Izuku can push him away, Katsuki presses himself against him and brings his nose to the scent gland. Omega. The sweet scent wraps around his brain like a hazy blanket. He registers Izuku trying to shake him off but it's too late: he knows now. He testingly rolls his tongue over the gland and Izuku shudders against him in response. It tastes divine. His cock aches and he fumbles with Izuku's pants to yank them off, all while latching his mouth to the gland and gnawing on the sensitive spot. It's been years since he touched pure omega flesh and its scent it makes his mind fog with hunger. Izuku weakly pushes at his chest but Katsuki's heavy scent slowly crushes him, and Katsuki's even heavier form keeps him pinned to the throne. "B-Bakugou..." He shivers as Katsuki's tongue licks a stripe across the gland again. "Let me go, I'm not—" "You thought you could hide," Katsuki growls. "You're an only son birthed from a beta mother, I should have known. Did she try to teach you to be an alpha? I don't know what you used to mask the scent but it should have been stronger." Hands find their way to Izuku's thighs, spreading them. His cock is flat an dribbling precum against his stomach but Katsuki's eyes are fixed on the hole: it's puffy and oozing wet slick. Coupled with Izuku's flushed, tear-stained cheeks, it's the most arousing thing he's seen in his life. His cock aches so hard it takes everything he has not to line himself up and sink inside. Izuku's skin is so hot to the touch, it feels like he's burning from the inside out. "When did you have your first heat?" He growls. "I-I've been taking herbs to keep it away since I was a child—" "Answer the fucking question." Izuku swallows. "I don't think I ever have."
That's what I thought. This scent is so strong it would probably attract every alpha in a five mile radius. Katsuki takes another look at the hole and it's dripping insistently, oozing more slick than before. The soldiers outside probably already smell it and the only thing that keeps them from entering is the knowledge that Katsuki will break each of their fingers one by one if anyone gets between him and the prince. "B-Bakugou..." Izuku's whimpering breaks through his thoughts again. He looks pathetic with precum smeared across his stomach and slick dripping from his hole and onto the throne. "I feel so hot...it hurts..." Alpha scent rolls off of Katsuki in waves and his cock is rock hard. He circles the rim of the oozing hole with his middle finger and slips inside. "Ngh—" Izuku jumps a bit and arches his back, biting his bottom lip to soften the moan. The walls are wet and warm, twitching around his finger and Katsuki's mouth waters. He's very tight compared to omegas he's been with in the past, which makes sense considering this is his first heat. Katsuki adds a second finger and it makes a wet squelching sound as Izuku whimpers with discomfort. His walls stretch to accommodate but they hug Katsuki's fingers to a suffocating degree. "Relax, idiot. You're going to bleed if you don't." "Like you care," Izuku snaps back, voice trembling slightly. He's sweating, and despite his pupils blown wide, his eyes have regained their defiant spark. It's admirable but Katsuki doubts the omega will keep his composure once a cock slides into his ass. It already feels like his body is sucking his fingers in with each thrust, slick dripping down his hand. "Your self control is incredible," Katsuki purrs, scissoring his fingers with a wet sound. "Truth be told, the majority of omegas would have turned into a cocksleeve by now." "What a compliment," Izuku mutters through grit teeth, the heat of his walls twitching around the fingers. When Katsuki buries them to the knuckle, his breath hitches. "Your sweet spot is deeper than most." His fingers curl up and press against it, drawing out a sudden gasp. "I was beginning to think you didn't have one at all." He slides his fingertips up against the spot again and Izuku makes a softer noise this time, cock jumping against his stomach. The scent of omega is even thicker than before and it feels a bit heady, even for Katsuki, so he pulls the fingers from Izuku's hole before it becomes impossible for him to control himself. Izuku whimpers softly at the loss and his entrance remains puffy and needy from Katsuki's fingers. Fuck, that's really hot. Now that he thinks about it, he's growing older and he's reaching the age where he has to consider an heir to the throne. His empire is growing too large to simply leave it to no one, but it would be impossible to have an heir without a mate. Now an omega prince shows up at his feet and it would be stupid to let the opportunity pass him by: Izuku already has experience with royal affairs, political knowledge, and he has an undeniably beautiful body. Their pups would grow healthy and strong. Alpha lust pulses inside him, heat throbbing in his groin. He spreads Izuku's legs and drapes his knees over each armrest of the throne.
"B-Bakugou—" Katsuki ignores him, lining the length of his cock up with the entrance. "Bakugou you can't, " Izuku says, more firmly this time. His hands wrap around Katsuki's wrists to stop him, which only earns him a warning growl and a dangerous look. "I didn't give you permission to touch me." "You said you wouldn't do this if I used my mouth earlier—" There's fear dripping in his voice now and he's much less snappy than before. Perhaps he can be trained after all. "I changed my mind," Katsuki says coolly, spreading Izuku's legs wider. His thighs are muscled and lean and fuck it's kind of beautiful. Who knew toned omegas would be so attractive? "But I'm in heat!" "So what?" "I don't want pups, I'm not—" He's about to say something else but all that comes out is a long, slutty whine as Katsuki slowly sinks into him, the walls wrapping around the head of his cock and sucking the tip inside its warmth. Katsuki keeps an iron grip on Izuku's thighs to force them apart but they seem to go slack as his cock slides in with ease. "It's not your decision anyways," he growls. "They'll be my heir, since I'll have an empire and you'll have nothing." Izuku—despite his bitching and whining—easily takes the entirety of Katsuki's length in one long, deep thrust. The only exception is the knot: it stops right at the entrance but Izuku's slick is already beginning to drool over it. Ah, and a little bit of blood begins to trickle down his thighs as well. "Didn't I tell you to relax?" Katsuki pulls back to the tip and slides back in with a wet sloppy sound, earning a soft whimper from Izuku. His hot walls tighten and ripple around the cock, milking it with everything it has. It feels amazing, and sparks of pleasure begin to coil in Katsuki's stomach with each smooth thrust. Alphas and betas need much more preparation but it's always so helpful when omegas come prelubed. Izuku keeps his eyes hidden behind his forearm but Katsuki still sees streaks of tears rolling down his cheeks. His other hand clutches his thigh until his knuckles turn white, trembling every time the top of the knot smacks against him. It's as if he expects each thrust to be the one where Katsuki claims him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you." At first Izuku shakes his head and tries to twist away further, but Katsuki yanks his arm from his face. When he's finally exposed, he keeps his eyes screwed shut and refuses to meet Katsuki's gaze. "I said look at me, Izuku Midoriya." Izuku's breath hitches but finally his eyes snap open and stare Katsuki down with a look that causes his thrusts to slow to a stop. Their gazes meet and silence hangs between them for several moments. He expected soft eyes, maybe even broken ones after the way Izuku's chest wracked with sobs. But they're hard and resilient, green crystal chiseled with precision and a relentless drive to survive. There have been alpha princes who previously snapped
beneath the weight of his power and here lies an omega, legs spread on his own throne but his resilience has terrifying strength. And Katsuki... Katsuki is enamored. "Hold your legs open for me," he growls, and Izuku obeys for once despite the tears that roll down his cheeks. His eyes are as bold as they come and the sight makes blood rush to Katsuki's cock, but he finds it impossible to look away. He leans forward and cups Izuku's face with one hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb. It might be his attitude but his features feel much sharper than before. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" Katsuki breathes. Izuku swallows and the walls twitch and cling to Katsuki's cock, sucking it in a bit more with a slick noise. He shifts with discomfort and lets out a soft whimper, but continues to hold himself open for Katsuki. "Only my m-mother." "What about your father?" "He's...gone." "Gone, as in dead?" His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, breath catching in his throat as Katsuki begins to thrust again. It's slow but the pace is even and steady, with the wet sounds of Katsuki's knot smacking his hips filling the air. "Now isn't the time—" Izuku lets out a strangled moan as Katsuki's tip hits his sweet spot, hips instinctively stuttering forward and pushing down to take him in further. "A-Ah!" "Mmm you like that, then?" Katsuki purrs, shifting his position. "Maybe if you beg a little I'll knot you as a reward. You want this to end, don't you?" Izuku's nostrils flare—he looks much more pretty when he's angry, for some reason—and he grits his teeth to make a frustrated noise as the skin beneath Katsuki's hand begins to heat up again. With each thrust that avoids the spot, slick builds up more and more around the knot until its completely soaked his thighs. Sweat begins to roll down Izuku's neck, flaring the scent gland and making it pulse with heat. But still, he holds on. His body trembles and tears slide down his cheeks again, but he continues to take deep breaths. Impressive. Katsuki arches his eyebrow, leaning back to enjoy the view. Izuku's cock is so hard it lies flat against his stomach, dribbling sloppy amounts of precum. His hole, on the other hand, stretches completely around his length and flutters whenever his knot meets it, drawing out lewd noises. If he's honest, he's never seen an omega stay intact for this long. In fact, judging from the amount of slick Izuku produces, he might become dehydrated. Coupled with the fact that he's slowly beginning to overheat, there's a high chance he'll pass out if he's not knotted soon. Ah, apparently some omegas die like that. He almost forgot. But past incidences are usually a result of sexual torture done by alphas, not suicide by willpower.
"You're very self destructive," Katsuki remarks, snapping his hips up to hit Izuku's sweet spot again. The prince's entire body shudders, tearing a cry from his throat in the process. "Your heat is going to kill you at this rate." "I won't beg," Izuku hisses, his voice hoarse and shaky. Dehydration, just as he thought. "You'll have to force me to take your knot, if that's your intention." "Don't you care about your people?" Katsuki asks, brushing his thumb over Izuku's bottom lip. He hadn't noticed it before but it's bleeding, and it takes him a great deal of self control not to lick it off. After all, first kisses should be special, especially with an omega like this. "You've probably already killed half of them," Izuku hisses. "What I do for you, right here and right now in this room, is irrelevant. You'll kill them all anyways." "Smart and beautiful," Katsuki breathes, dipping his thumb into the wet warmth of Izuku's mouth. Small teeth dig into his skin and glaring emerald eyes flash in response. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" Before the omega can reply, Katsuki wraps his other hand around his waist and thrusts forward violently. Izuku lets out a cry as Katsuki's knot stretches him wide enough to fit. The thumb is replaced by his index and middle finger that fill Izuku's mouth, muffling his wail as Katsuki rocks up into his body to force his knot deeper. Izuku feels impossibly tight around him, so soaked and soft that all Katsuki can do is let out a long moan. He's finally buried his cock all the way to the hilt and it feels fucking glorious, fluttering and warm around him. He draws back his hips, slow and merciless. Izuku whines around the fingers, practically melting as the knot pops back with a wet squelch, and Katsuki wastes no time thrusting back into him greedily to fuck the omega back on his knot. As he does, Izuku's toes curl and he gives a reluctant moan. "B-Bakugou," he pants. Another slutty whine ensues when Katsuki's knot swells against his entrance and begins to push through his folds. Katsuki growls, burying his cock to the hilt again and forcing Izuku's slick, tight walls to stretch around his knot. The omega bucks his hips and whimpers around Katsuki's fingers as a wave of slick follows. "Good boy, you take my cock so well." At the praise, Izuku instinctively clamps down tighter on his length. Katsuki groans again as the omega's hips push against his knot, the ring of the hole expanding as it pops in for a moment only to slide back out with a gush of slick. He feels close now, especially after keeping such an impossibly slow pace for so long. "I-I'm gonna—" Izuku's eyes are soft and glassy now and his cock twitches whenever the knot fills him again. "Ngh...f-fuck...o-oh my g-god—" "You don't cum until I do," Katsuki growls, and his mouth waters when Izuku gives a muffled whine in response and digs his teeth around the wet fingers. "I c-can't—" "You can and you will." His cock rocks against the hole and fucks into it again. Pleasure feels like it's swallowing him up, pressure building between his legs whenever Izuku gives him that full, horny look that fills him with heat. "Fuck, you're glorious. Your ass is sweet as hell around my cock: it's fucking milking me for pups." Izuku gasps as his walls respond to the words at once, softening around the length
and sucking it in with an arousing wet noise. Katsuki bites his lip as he quickens his thrusts, moaning as his knot pops in with a stretch. "Praise kink? You really are a proper omega." "I-It's the heat," Izuku protests with a whine, another wave of slick rolling down his thighs as his tongue thrashes around the fingers fucking his mouth. "I-I can't th- think...I'm g-gonna c-cum, Bakugou—" To be honest, he looks fucked out of his mind, and it's all Katsuki needs to drive him over the edge. He slams his knot into Izuku one last time with a groan and it expands to the point of lodging within Izuku's hole. His cock twitches and Katsuki's hips shudder as he pumps the omega's velvet walls with thick, white seed, filling him with as much as he can take. Izuku, on the other hand, comes with a keening cry, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock jumps and shoots hot ropes of cum from the tip. It paints his chest and he whines as he feels himself filled with Katsuki, trying to pull himself away but the knot remains lodged inside to tie them together. Tears roll down his cheeks but he keeps quiet, whimpering softly. Katsuki keeps his hips pressed flush against Izuku's and lowers himself to lay on top of him. It's not like the knot could pop out, since Katsuki's can get pretty big and omegas are built to keep it sealed inside, but it just...feels kind of nice. Knotting feels like a good excuse to stay close. Maybe it's the omega scent but it feels comforting anyway. Soft, warm, etcetera. Izuku skin feels like it's on fire. His eyes are half-lidded and vacant now, which makes sense considering his first heat would exhaust him this much. But now that he's calmed down some, the situation allows Katsuki to draw his fingers from his mouth and instead brace his arms on both sides of Izuku's body. He decides to press his lips against the scent gland, giving it a lick before gnawing on it again. Izuku stiffens as he does so—Katsuki is dangerously close to the claiming area, after all—but he gives a quiet moan as his smooth tongue rolls over the gland's pulsing heat to cool it down. "Bakugou—" "Shut up for a second, will you? Enjoy the aftermath." Teeth sink into the edge gently and he runs his tongue over the raised bit of flesh. It tastes like cinnamon for sure: sweet with a bit of a bite to it, which suits him just fine. Pressing his nose against the curve of his neck, he finally detects the tender bit of skin just beyond the scent gland and flicks his tongue against it. "Bakugou." Izuku says his name more insistently this time. Even if he's trembling with exhaustion, there's a dangerous tone to his voice and he seems threatening, almost. If Katsuki didn't know better, he might have even thought it was said by an alpha. "A claiming mark would look good right here, don't you think?" "Don't." There's newfound strength to the way he speaks, and Katsuki relishes it. The omega feels much more tense beneath him and it's becomes obvious when his walls begin to contract a little around the knot to milk for more seed. "Tell me how much you love my cock and I won't do it." Izuku turns away and clenches his jaw, trembling slightly. "If you stress me out too much, the pups might die."
"I'll pump you with more," Katsuki purrs, biting the claiming area softly. It isn't enough to break the skin but his canines draw small indents in Izuku's flesh, making him flinch. "If we're mates, we'll have all the time in the world to conceive. So go on and say it if that's not the life you want for yourself." Fresh tears well at the corners of his eyes and he swallows, squeezing his eyes shut. "I...l-love your knot." He speaks so softly that Katsuki has to lean closer just to hear him. "I-It's so thick, it f-fills me up just right." His body throbs with lust just hearing Izuku's tongue carve each syllable. The knot shifts and he lifts his head a bit to watch Izuku hook his legs around the armrests of the throne to keep them spread. The position sends a spark of heat straight to Katsuki's cock: Izuku's broken form crumpled against his throne in a small puddle of his own slick with his knot lodged inside. Want aches in his bones as Izuku bites his lip, running shaky hands over his spread thighs. "Right now, I feel s-so full," he whimpers. Lean muscle ripples from his fingertips, and Izuku loosens a bit around the knot in an effort to relax. "I've never felt so full in m-my life. Alpha cock is so g-good and yours f-feels amazing. It's the b-best, Bakugou." Fuck, this feels like a fantasy. Katsuki knows his pupils are dilating now, because there's a possessive feeling that wraps around his stomach and releasing a lot more pheromones than usual. Every nerve in his body wants to claim, to mate, to fuck, to bond before it's too late. He buries his face in Izuku's neck again, despite feeling him flinch from the sudden movement. To have Izuku like this, raw and hot and horny beneath him while moaning about his knot, would be a dream come true. Katsuki's mouth waters just thinking about breaking him to this point. His snappy attitude is attractive but this other side of him is just as appealing. "N-Ngh—" Izuku groans as Katsuki's knot shifts in him again as the alpha adjusts his hips slightly. "I feel your c-cum in me too. It's so warm and sticky, I a-almost wish it was on my face or in my mouth." His breath hitches and his cock jumps at the thought. Shit, that would be a beautiful sight: Izuku's glazed eyes half-lidded as cum paints his face and clings to his skin. He's a pure omega, untouched by other alphas and Katsuki wants to fuck him until all Izuku can think about is a thick knot filling him to the brim. He wants to pin him and mate until the omega's ass overflows with alpha seed, dripping it all over his broken throne. "Good boy," Katsuki growls and suddenly it feels like he can't take it anymore. He lunges forward and sinks his teeth into the omega's neck, breaking through the soft part of his flesh and marking him. An ear splitting scream slices through the air, tearing through Izuku like a bloody shard of glass. Katsuki purrs as a flood of warmth fills him, coiling in his chest and wrapping around his heart. It's comforting and soft and he feels like his soul expands to fill the other empty half. But he knows that the more an omega resists the bond, the more painful it will be, so he forces his hands around Izuku's waist like a vice to hold him in place and to keep him on his cock. Izuku spasms around the knot, screaming again: it's desperate, terrified, and human. But there's no resisting a claim once it's staked and his noises
quickly reduce to soft cries that wrack his body. The bond feels heady and thick in his brain and Katsuki can't bring himself to pull away just yet. He tastes blood and he quickly laps up the wound to clean it. It's puffy and red but there's a glow to it that's undeniable and the scent gland expands as it takes on a different scent. Claimed omega. "This feels wonderful, Izuku," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses along the prince's neck. "Now we complete each other and we'll be together for life." Suddenly, something twitches within the bond. It's warm but it grows and becomes a fiery heat that burns within Izuku so intensely, it suffocates his thoughts through the claim. It's rage. Blind, all consuming rage. The second he pulls back to see what's wrong, Izuku moves faster than he can think and rakes his nails across Katsuki's face. The alpha recoils with a hitched shriek: Izuku caught his left eye with the blow and now Katsuki can't fucking see. There's blood filling his vision and he clasps one of his hands against the wound. It's wet and fuck, now he's pissed off, fury filling him. Katsuki backhands Izuku across the face, snapping his head back with a crack against the throne and a reeling cry. "Filthy omega bitch!" he spits out, his lip curling into a snarl. "You tried to take out my fucking eye!" Izuku's emerald irises flash but the color is dull with pain. He pants softly as a bright welt blooms across his cheek, blood trickling down his neck. At first, Katsuki thinks it's from the claiming mark but the flow starts much higher than that. As a red streak stains his hair, Katsuki grimaces and forces Izuku's head to the side: there's an ugly, deep gash forming where his skull hit the throne, bleeding profusely. Dehydration and fever from the heat combined with the new wound, Izuku's consciousness slowly begins to slip away. His eyes fall shut and Katsuki groans in frustration, blood dripping between his fingers as he clutches the side of his face that Izuku attacked. It feels raw and painful but he can't bring himself to pull his hand away. No prince has ever attacked him like that with the strength just displayed, especially after he fucks them. They're usually too full of themselves to handle the blow to their pride so they easily fall apart. On top of that, omegas tend to have most energy sapped from them after sex which is why he's so damn surprised. Fuck, he thinks, letting his forehead fall to Izuku's chest. This omega was definitely something else. Something with an ego, that's for sure. Fuck.