Chapter 4
It should be obvious that Bakugou doesn't let Izuku get away with anything, and he's still getting punished even if he's not thrown in the whore house.
After the alpha's mildly terrifying outburst, Izuku's forearms are bound together from the wrist to the elbow, ropes so tight that he's sure it'll leave bruises later. But Bakugou purrs at the sight and the look in his eye makes Izuku slightly fearful now that he can't use his hands to fight back. This terror becomes even more primal and raw as Bakugou pulls himself on top of him, gripping his thighs hard enough to force them apart.
Izuku flinches as he does, trying to squirm away, but Bakugou keeps him in place to line up the tip of his cock with the now-dripping entrance. It welcomes his length and sucks him in with a slick noise, but it's still a bit uncomfortable and Izuku gives an irritated hiss as Bakugou sinks inside him until the top of the knot. His cock stretches Izuku's walls and fills him up in a way that's snug and tight, but like last time, it feels slightly painful from the size.
There's no point in telling Bakugou to stop, because it's not like he'll care. Tears sting the corners of Izuku's eyes once he begins to thrust, a sudden wave of warmth pooling in his abdomen. He grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut as slick starts to dribble down his thighs, the wet sounds of fucking filling the air. With clenched fists and white knuckles, he bites down his moans and holds onto his pride. Bakugou doesn't force Izuku to look at him this time so it's easier to control his breathing, and with each shaky inhale he takes, he imagines he's somewhere else. Somewhere different.
Unfortunately, that was hardly the beginning.
He hadn't known what to expect besides what happened in the throne room: maybe Bakugou getting violent or rough with his movements, smacking him, or degrading him. However, besides the constant low hum of purring, he
hadn't said a word. And time starts to drag on and on, five minutes ticking to ten minutes, ten minutes ticking to fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes ticking to twenty. With eyes screwed shut, Izuku's breathing becomes labored and his body trembles. The knot smacks against his thighs with rhythmic, wet sounds, and Bakugou seems to have no intention of sliding it in anytime soon. He should know omegas can't reach proper climax without it and Izuku clench his jaw tighter, keeping even inhales through his nose and shaky exhales through his mouth.
At the thirty minute mark, Bakugou finally cums with a keening moan. The omega walls tighten
around his cock and pulsing in an attempt to milk him for all he has, and Izuku gives a small disgusted noise as he feels its warmth fill him and leak from the edges of his hole. But alphas rarely have a lengthy refractory period, and after about a minute Izuku feels Bakugou's cock pumping away at his insides once more. The purring is back as well, drawing closer and closer until Izuku can feel Bakugou's hot breath tickle his collarbone, his face tucked close to his neck as he starts to bite and suck at the skin near his scent gland.
Izuku bites his lip and gives a choked moan as alpha scent wraps around him, numbing his brain. It's like an aphrodisiac, a drug or something worse clouding his thoughts and making him melt bit by bit. And now, Bakugou's hips have slowed to lazy, even thrusts, Izuku's hole desperately fluttering around the knot and eager to take him in. Whenever his knot smacks against it with a wet sound, the walls expand in an attempt to swallow him up, but Bakugou pulls back before his knot can sink in.
It's torture.
And by torture, it's actually physically painful. His thighs ache and the area between them throbs, his own cock filling with blood and standing flat against his belly as precum dribbles from the tip. Bakugou continues to gnaw at his neck, planting hickies up and down his throat and collarbone. It's only a matter of time before Bakugou's hips shudder again and he groans, that familiar
warmth of seed filling Izuku once more.
And then the thrusts continue, stretching Izuku's walls around his cock as he goes another round at the exact same, agonizing pace.
Finally, Izuku testingly opens his eyes just a little: he can't help himself as wave after wave of gushing slick starts to drool from his hole and soak into the fur rugs, filling the tent with the scent of sex. His throat is so parched that it's hard to breathe and his vision begins to fuzz around the edges.
"B-Bakugou," he whispers, and the alpha rolls his tongue along Izuku's jawline in response.
"Mm, yes?"
He tries to swallow but it hurts too much. "I-I'm gonna p-pass out."
"That's not exactly a bad thing," Bakugou says smoothly, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts. "I'll keep fucking you when you do, and you'll be like my personal doll."
Just the mention of the alpha doing things to him while unconscious fills him with a sudden jolt of fear. Goosebumps sweep over Izuku's arms and he attempts to swallow again. "Bakugou, I need w-water," he says a bit more firmly this time.
After a few silent moments, the alpha pulls away a bit to reach over and take one of the bottles of liquor, popping it open and bringing the edge of it to Izuku's lips.
And with some reluctance, he drinks.
He swallows gulp after gulp and it tastes bitter and a little terrible and it'll probably be impossible to focus after drinking so much alcohol but he doesn't care: he's so thirsty he downs the entire bottle despite the blow to his pride, because he needs it and he knows he'll die without it. After he licks away every last drop, Bakugou tosses it aside and it drops with a clatter on the other side of the tent. His mouth is back to the omega's neck, licking and sucking as he fucks him slow, savoring every second.
"You're a bastard," Izuku hisses, and Bakugou chuckles darkly at that. "So I've been told."
Izuku forces back a soft, shaky moan as the tip of Bakugou's cock slides over his sweetest spot and presses up against it at just the right angle. He has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep them from rolling back into his head, biting his lip even harder.
And that torture continues for another three hours, looping in the same vicious cycle.
Five more orgasms from Bakugou, which totals to seven loads dumped inside him, and after eight more bottles of liquor Izuku isn't even sure what he's feeling anymore.
He knows for a fact that he passed out once, and by the time he came to his senses he could still feel Bakugou pumping in and out of him. He felt so disgusted that he threw up—or he tried, but it was mostly a dry heave because he hadn't eaten anything and all his fluids go straight to his omega slick —and Bakugou had smacked him until he stopped. He felt so broken and exhausted that all he could do is cry.
So he did.
He cried and sobbed and wailed, hurling drunk curses and insults at
Bakugou, snarling about how much he hates him and how much he wants him to burn in the hottest pits of Hell. But Bakugou only laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, so now Izuku is left with a sick empty feeling with nothing to fill him but Bakugou's cock and rolling waves of hollow pleasure.
Everything seems like a daze and he knows he's not thinking straight, though it's probably the alcohol. At some point in time the colors around him began to melt together, and all he knows is that he's staring up at Bakugou with half-lidded eyes and pupils that fill his irises to the brim. He feels completely and utterly vacant and void, but in a strange way, Bakugou seems to like that: every now and then he catches phrases like "good boy" and "slutty omega" and "you take my cock so well." It makes tears roll down his cheeks but he's not sure why it hurts. He doesn't consciously feel anything, so why...
Bakugou notices him crying and gives a satisfied purr, adjusting his hips before he sinks back inside and hitting his sweet spot with shorter and quicker thrusts. Izuku's jaw slackens at that as his omega hindbrain kicks in to override his thoughts, toes curling and legs spreading a bit wider as he rolls his head back against the floor to expose his throat. Bakugou instantly takes the opportunity to bring his lips against his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin with a hungry growl.
Izuku feels so dissociated, so far away, everything feels unreal. With every snap of Bakugou's hips he feels like he's breaking, hurting, falling apart. Everything feels so empty and it's like this will never end. I want to go home.
Tears well up in his eyes again, blurring his vision further. He tries to tug his wrists apart but they're bound so tightly that his fingers feel numb, and now he feels like sobbing all over again.
"None of this would have happened if you were good," Bakugou murmurs, propping himself up with one arm so he can stare Izuku down. "If you hadn't
lied to me, you could have gotten food and rest by now. Instead you're starving and whimpering like a bitch in heat, taking my cock like the whore you're built to be."
His eyes are cold but hypnotic, though it might be the bond that keeps Izuku from looking away. The alpha uses his thumb to wipe away the tears from his cheek before slipping two fingers between Izuku's lips, pushing them inside the wet heat of his mouth.
Izuku gives a soft, muffled sound around them but he can't stop the tears that roll down his cheeks, trembling as Bakugou continues to thrust a bit slower this time. Without the knot he can't cum and he aches so much that his legs have been reduced to shaky tremors whenever Bakugou doesn't hold them open. It feels pathetic and he hates himself, fuck, he hates himself so much.
"Come on," the alpha says. He slides a bit deeper into his mouth and Izuku gags, choking slightly. "If you beg, it'll be over. I know you can do it."
He feels a spike of heat as vicious frustration fills him, sinking his teeth into Bakugou's fingers. It's too weak to hurt him but at least it's something to hold onto, because he has no strength to curl his hands into tight, white-knuckled fists anymore. Squeezing his eyes shut again, he gives a slurred moan as Bakugou quickens his pace again to push him to the brink.
He can't think, he can't concentrate, he can't focus. It feels like he's slowly losing his mind as the sensation of Bakugou's cock pumps away inside him. It's so wonderful and it fills his brain with a high that floods him with warmth, wrapping around his thoughts and pulling him into bliss.
But it's so mentally painful, it feels like his heart is breaking, his mind is snapping. If he doesn't beg he feels like he's going to cry, but if he does beg he feels like he's going to die.
He doesn't know what to do.
"You'll be such a good boy if you beg," Bakugou whispers, exploring his mouth with his fingers. "Omegas like being praised and rewarded because it means they're useful. You like being useful to people, right? You like making them happy, and you like making them feel good."
Izuku tries to shake his head but the alpha hushes him, pulling his fingers from his mouth and stroking his cheek with his thumb. It feels like he's being controlled and manipulated, like there's strings on his limbs and he's being puppeteered. It's disgusting.
"I think you like my cock, too. Ever since you got past the fifth bottle of liquor you're moaning and whimpering whenever I fill you up, spreading yourself wider and wider for me. You're so greedy, which isn't surprising for a prince." Bakugou pushes himself deeper, keeping his knot flush against the puffy, fluttering hole. Izuku is leaking so much cum that more slick oozes from between his legs, coating Bakugou's knot.
And then he pushes it in just slightly. Izuku's eyes roll back and lets out a shaky, desperate moan as he feels himself taking the partial top of the knot. His brain blanks as it stretches his hole, panting while involuntarily shifting his hips to take more. Before he can do so, Bakugou pulls back again with a wet noise, teasing him.
"Beg," he demands.
The knot draws close again and Izuku bends his legs with another moan, spreading them apart even further as it stretches him slightly but not quite enough to cum. Oh fuck he wants to beg, he wants to beg so badly, but just thinking about sacrificing his pride fills him with a deeper, more profound numbness. Bakugou is right about omegas: they're pathetic as hell, they're
slutty and whiny and disgusting. They're not fit to be in royal positions at all because of their weakness.
But Izuku is not an omega. He's strong and he's resilient and defiant, born in the hands of power. He's an alpha, he's an alpha, he's an alpha— "Did my cock make you stupid?" Bakugou asks with a dark laugh. "You're mumbling like a freak again."
Honestly he hadn't even noticed until it was pointed out: breathless, incoherent phrases tumble from his lips as his head rolls back against the floor. They're soft muttering whispers and he can't stop for some reason, he doesn't know what he's trying to say. He just feels a pressing emptiness in his body that aches, and if he had more strength, he would be snarling in protest like before.
But he's tired, he's so tired. He can't feel his legs anymore, the world around him seems like a blur of color with only Bakugou towering above him, staring him down with a hunger that feels so hypnotic but so void of love. It's sadistic infatuation: he wants to watch Izuku burn and suffer, bending him until he breaks under his weight and snaps under the pressure.
"Come on, say something I can understand," the alpha purrs. His thumb runs over Izuku's bloody lip —when did that start bleeding?—to smear metallic taste across the tip of his tongue. "Are you trying to beg?"
It would be so, so easy to nod, to give a submissive whimper and appease him, but he can't even move his head. It feels like lead weighing him down and all he can do is give a long, breathy whine. To his relief, Bakugou must have taken that as a yes even if he's not sure what the answer was, and he hears the alpha murmuring soft bits of praise that involuntarily fills him with warmth. He catches the vagues sound of "good boy" and "I'm so proud of you" as the knot slowly sinks inside him with a deafening squelch.
Izuku tries saying something else but it comes out as a jumble of slurred, disjointed words. His head is spinning and he can't focus, his body awash with
a fiery heat that floods him all at once. It feels like he came but he's not sure: his brain is filled with endorphins as he lets out a strangled moan, the knot filling him as it pushes past a larger gush of slick than before. Bakugou is starting to say something else but his ears are ringing, he can't speak, he can't breathe, he can't do anything except writhe as every inch of his skin feels hot and numb.
He registers the knot popping out for only a moment, a steady flow of slick following suit before it begins to push past the rings of muscle to fill him with tight, delicious ecstasy. This time he feels a building pressure in his core, quickly spreading and building to a peak before hanging there, breathless and dangling on the edge, about to crash down.
The knot stretches him so wide it feels like he's breaking, even as his walls wrap around it to suck it back inside. His back arches and his toes curl, eyes rolling back as he lets out an embarrassing high-pitched moan. He's coming now, he realizes, and the world dissolves to white as it all melts away to nothing. There's nothing to see, nothing to hear, just pleasure that consumes him like an inferno.
There's a long blur of color, endorphins, and heat as he's swept away from reality for what first felt like minutes but eventually felt like hours. His body trembles a bit from the post-orgasm haze and he thinks he can feel his legs slightly, which is a good sign, but the area between them still throbs from the stretch of the knot. It's still inside of him—he barely noticed it until he shifted his hips a bit to feel his cock's familiar pressure—but it seems like Bakugou abandoned holding him open and instead chose to lay on top of him.
It's a bit awkward with his arms bound and pressed against his chest (along with the stickiness that clings to his abdomen), but Bakugou found a way to make himself comfortable with his face tucked in the crook of Izuku's neck. The warmth of his breath tickles and he isn't licking or sucking at the scent gland like he normally does. Izuku realizes that, as his breathing slows, the alpha has actually fallen unconscious.
Which makes sense in a way, but for some reason it never dawned on him that Bakugou would sleep. He felt like an immortal monster who never needs rest because he runs on a thirst for blood and a lust for suffering alone. But now that he thinks about it, between senseless conquering and disemboweling innocent people, Bakugou must get tired every now and then.
It's... strange.
But even stranger, Izuku feels much more empty than he had before. It's like his heart is hollow and his chest is a black hole that swallows up his emotions: it's a husk or a shell with only apathy stirring in his brain. He hadn't felt like this after the throne room incident so it's actually a bit scary, and he wonders if this feeling will ever go away.
Izuku shifts a bit to get into a more comfortable position so he can sleep, but as exhausted as he is, he finds himself unable to rest. Bakugou feels like dead weight on top of him and being this close feels like he has to be alert and attentive if the alpha wakes up. His skin also feels hot and slick after the heat of his orgasm, and after sweating out all the alcohol, Izuku's a bit more focused even if he still feels a bit dazed.
Nausea stirs in his gut and his body quivers, but he grits his teeth as his stomach growls: it's been three days since he's last eaten and it's impossible to sleep when he's this hungry. He's fasted for training before but everything Bakugou has done takes so much energy out of him, he feels like he's almost starved to death. He can't even squeeze his hands anymore, but that could be from the hunger or how tight his binds are.
So he lays still, with Bakugou's body draped over him, as the knot inside him shifts every now and then. Occasionally the alpha sucks in a breath as his cock twitches and releases another load of cum, filling Izuku up until he's leaking around the edges of the knot. It gives a wet noise whenever it moves slightly, making Izuku grimace as he tries to pull away from it a bit. Unfortunately Bakugou's hips are pressed flush against his own, which keeps his legs spread
and his knees bent.
Izuku starts to blink away tears—he has no idea why he's crying if he can't feel anything—and it takes everything he has not to vomit. It's torturous to feel so tired but simultaneously so alert.
This isn't how life is supposed to be.
He's so overwhelmed and confused, nothing makes sense anymore. Just a few hours ago he felt strong, confident enough to stand up to Bakugou despite his fear. But now his entire body aches and he can barely feel his legs, crying because he feels like he's breaking and he's not sure why he can't take this.
Bakugou's hips twitch again. Another soft sound slips from his lips. Another load of warmth fills Izuku until seed drips down his thighs. He stares at the ceiling, watching the smoke from the fire rise to the top of the tent and escape in gray, flickering wisps. Alcohol numbs his brain and he realizes that despite how vigilant his mind is, his body is so exhausted that it needs rest.
When he closes his eyes, his mind drifts to Uraraka of all people—she was in this situation before, right?—and he wonders what she did to survive, how she got through this. She doesn't seem like the type of person to challenge alphas so maybe she carved out her niche for survival by being compliant.
But Izuku isn't like that.
Right? The next time he regains consciousness, the first thing he notices is his pounding headache and the lack of sensation in his legs. Everything below his waistline is numb except for the shooting pains that spike between his thighs when he tries to move. It's not agonizing enough to bring him to tears but it still hurts. His arms are also still tightly bound which makes them throb
with an ache that also pains him.
Just as he's about to drift back to sleep, the scent of bacon hits his nose and his eyes snap open.
Bakugou must have pulled himself off at some point—Izuku is beyond relieved for it—and now he's seated by the fire with a pan of bacon that's sizzling with a scent so delicious, Izuku's mouth is already watering. His stomach groans with hunger but when he tries to say something, his throat aches so much that only a soft noise escapes his lips.
In that second, Bakugou's eyes flick towards him with a gaze so intense that he feels like curling in on himself. Instead, Izuku swallows and tries to stare right back despite how awful he feels. After a bit of time, Bakugou breaks eye contact first and concentrates on cooking. Izuku lets out the breath he hadn't known he was holding, rolling over on his side to face the fire.
He hadn't noticed it before but Bakugou's cloak is draped over him to keep him warm. The fur collar traps the heat inside like a blanket, but the alpha scent is so heady that it strongly clings to the fabric, especially since the area hangs around Bakugou's neck the majority of the time. It smells like destruction and power, smoke and ash that fills Izuku's lungs. Ironically it feels comforting and suffocating at the same time, since his omega hindbrain reacts by relaxing his muscles and soothing him.
After a bit of time, Bakugou takes the bacon and heaps piece after piece onto a plate. Then, he seats himself next to Izuku, setting the dish on the rug.
"Sit up," he demands.
Izuku tries but he's so sore he can't move. It's frustrating and he lets out a groan, so Bakugou sighs and drags Izuku onto his lap, cloak and all. The omega lets out a hiss of pain as a burning sensation pulses in his ass, but Bakugou doesn't care. He seats him with his back pressing against the alpha's
chest, and the fur collar wrapped around Izuku's neck.
As Bakugou pulls the plate of bacon towards them both, Izuku expects that he'll use a fork or his fingers to eat it. But to his surprise, the alpha uses a pair of chopsticks with his free hand—his other arm is hooked around Izuku's waist to keep him in his lap—and picks up a piece of bacon to feed to Izuku. It's beyond ironic that someone as greedy as Bakugou would settle on an eating utensil with the sole purpose of consuming food in small portions, and with that thought in mind, Izuku can't help but grimace.
"Come on," Bakugou says, waving the bacon in front of the omega's face. Izuku shrinks back out of spite but Bakugou prods it against his lips in an attempt to force him to eat.
Trying to ignore the alpha, Izuku gives a soft growl as he tries to pull his arms apart. The ropes are so tight that his skin is rubbed raw with red, imprinted marks. Thankfully they don't feel numb but it's a bit frustrating that he's still tied up. Being fed like a dog is humiliating.
"Let me feed myself," he hisses, voice so hoarse that it makes his throat ache. Only a moment later Bakugou's lips press up against his ear, and he jumps at the sensation. "Maybe I would if you begged last night," Bakugou murmurs softly, giving a small peck to the shell of the omega's ear. "You made your choice and now you'll pay the price."
Izuku gives a dark growl and his stomach twists with hunger. There has to be a way to bring things back under his control. If the situation continues like this, Bakugou would begin to mentally overpower him and bend him until he breaks. He can't physically attack him anymore with his arms tied like this, but...
There is one way.
It's risky and a bit terrifying, but Izuku swallows down his fear. He wills himself to stay strong as he turns back to meet Bakugou's haunting, red eyes: he looks a bit amused at Izuku's discontentment as a small smile plays on his lips. Izuku hardens his gaze, pupils flaring.
"Are you kidding?" he replies, attempting to keep his tone level. "That was amazing."
Bakugou's expression doesn't change but the energy shifts just slightly. His demeanor falters, as if he's surprised and confused and unsure at the exact same time.
"Why would I beg so early on, when I could test my own stamina and make the sex last as long as possible?" Izuku continues continues, eyes drilling into the alpha. "That was hardly a punishment. What's better than three full hours of pleasure that feel so euphoric, it makes you cry?"
One second passes.
And then another.
And another, and another, until several moments pass and he finds himself keeping Bakugou's gaze no matter how intense it becomes. There are too many subtle emotions that flicker through the bond and Izuku can't quite catch them all, but eventually the infernos of the alpha's eyes begin to settle. They harden and cool like lava, his previous amusement replaced by cold, calculating interest.
"Is that so?" Bakugou purrs, voice husky. It sends goosebumps creeping up his arms, and suddenly he's glad they're covered by the cloak. Otherwise, they'd be noticed.
"Yeah, it is."
The alpha makes another sound: it's heavy and dark, like a deep growl that rises from the absolute core of his empty soul. "Then you'll have no problem riding me next time."
Riding him? A sharp chill crawls up Izuku's spine and he clenches his jaw. Bakugou watches him closely, keeping his gaze attentive and calm. Patient, even. It's a bit scary.
"No problem at all," Izuku finally says, but his voice feels strained and it trembles slightly. Luckily Bakugou takes his answer well, arching an eyebrow and raising the bacon back to the omega's lips. This time Izuku takes a bite, chewing it slowly as his eyes lower a bit.
His experience with sex is seriously lacking and honestly he's terrified, but at least he's undermined Bakugou for now. He'll figure things out when he gets there... or maybe he'll never have to, because the sadistic bastard is most likely lying again. He wouldn't actually let Izuku climb on top of him.
Probably.