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Two kingdoms. One wedding.
For decades these kingdoms had been at each other’s throats - quite literally. Blood has been shed between the two of them, enough that could flood the world.
Tonight - those kingdoms would become one.
The stunning yet brash alpha prince Bakugou would finally wed. Not like it was his choice. After many failed attempts for him to find and court his own mate, his mother the queen of their kingdom, finally decided enough was enough and took matters into her own hands. When he tried to protest with palms erupting with magic in the form of small controlled explosions, Mitsuki gave him a choice.
Wed or surrender his crown.
And like hell Bakugou would ever do the latter, especially since the crown would go to that useless little freckled face beta nerd that was adopted into the family.
So that’s how the prince ended up here, standing before you and your father.
Same as your past two meetings he wore a scowl that morphed his handsome features. Lip upturned into a snarl and a very low growl steadily rumbling in his chest. Anytime it rose above a certain level, his mother would elbow him roughly in the rib. And each time you would smirk at his discomfort, hoping it would make the alpha growl even louder and result in more scolding from the woman.
Like all arranged marriages go, this union was solely based on bringing these two communities together in peace once and for all. Neither Mitsuki nor your father cared if their children liked one another, this was for the sake of your kingdoms, the sake of your future heirs.
The thought of even breeding with this alpha had you conflicted.
Sure you would admit he was attractive, you weren’t blind. He was in fact the perfect alpha. Big, strong and absolutely powerful. His jaw was sharp but his cheeks still held a childlike pudge to them - it was especially noticeable when he’d pout after being smacked by his mother. Even though he was bigger in size he wasn’t overly bulky like other alpha’s. He had a broad chest of course, but it was well sculpted and defined with toned muscles, decently thick biceps and a firm chest - all connecting to a slim waist. Your favorite part of this man however were his eyes. They were the color of dark rubies with flecks of orange. They looked like the very sparks that he would make with his palms - they were beautiful.
“Tomorrow night then - we shall become one kingdom,” Mitsuki had spoken, drawing you back from your thoughts.
You looked from your father and to her, a small smile on your face as you nodded. The three of you turned to look at the alpha prince, causing him to roll his eyes and growl.
“Fucking peachy! Now let’s go!”
Personality? Fucking ugly.
Mitsuki yet again smacked her son upside the head, causing them to go back and forth in a yelling match. Finally, the queen grabbed her son by the scruff, causing him to snarl but go completely stiff.
Your nose wrinkled at the very displeased and rage filled scent he let off. Compared to his usual scent, that of flint and smoke with a small hint of burnt sugar, it was suffocating. Like fire that was too strong, nothing but black smoke filling your lungs.
Despite how unpleasant the scent, your omega still keened to try and comfort him. Not that you wanted it to, both your father and Mitsuki had the two of you exchange pieces of clothing soaked in each other’s scents at your first meeting in order to get you used to each other and help make the mating process easier that would occur at your wedding the following night.
“You’re not king for a couple more hours you brat so don’t start making demands yet. Now bid your bride a good night - I raised you better than that.”
At this you chuckled and red eyes darted towards you. The smell of flint followed his gaze.
You stood a little straighter, head tilting slightly. Bakugou smirked and chuckled to himself as he was released and quickly sauntered before you. Not bothering to say a word, your father and Mitsuki walked off a few steps to discuss a few smaller details before the two blondes would leave.
Your hands balled into fists at your sides as the alpha looked you over. Hunger grew in his eyes and he let the sweeter part of his scent roll off of him in slow steady waves. Your teeth bared and you growled the best you could.
“Is the little omega mad?”
One eyeball twitched and you found the will to let your own scent go.
Bakugou snarled and shook his head, trying to fight off the sweet, delicate, yet powerful scent he had become so addicted to. Refusing to stand down to you and fall prey to your smell, Bakugou snapped his teeth at you. The shock of his action had you stepping back and losing concentration, just long enough to allow him the upper hand in grabbing your scruff. Instantly your body went limp and you whined.
Bakugou smiled dangerously. He nosed at your scent gland, teeth barely grazing over it and causing you to shudder in his grip. His alpha rumbled with content at the smell invading his senses.
Lavender and tonka - sweet and indulgent yet light.
He may or may not have gotten a little scent drunk, making his hold ease just a bit and allowing you control over your body again. Taking the opportunity, you raised a hand and grabbed his own scruff. It wasn’t as effective on alpha’s unless done by their mothers, but it was enough to piss him off.
“Is the little alpha mad?” You quipped with a smile.
There was no stopping the way Bakugou’s alpha yipped at your display of dominance and playfulness. Maybe, just maybe this could actually work. Just maybe his mother knew what she was doing by choosing you herself. Bakugou wouldn’t put it past her to have been scouting the perfect mate behind his back while he wasted his time with others. Others that were so submissive and pleasing that it bored him. Others that would be described as the perfect omega but - not his perfect omega.
Finally, Bakugou let go of your scruff, earning his own release from you. He looked down at you, a challenge still in your eyes and shit eating grin on your face that matched his own.
“Fucking damn my that old hag,” he grumbled and turned his head to look in her direction.
Mitsuki kept tabs on the whole exchange out of the corner of her eyes before she looked over to him and smiled then suggested he wrapped up his goodbye.
Bakugou clicked his tongue and focused his attention back on you. You weren’t looking up to him anymore, eyes focused on the jewelry that adorned his neck and chest. One in particular caught your interest. It was a plain thin leather cord with two small rubies that sat on the side of one bigger ruby. The tip of your finger traced the edges of its cuts.
Bakugou took the jewel between his fingers and inspected it.
“Hmm, do you like it princess?”
You looked up at him finally, the corner of your mouth turning up into a sweet smile. And boy this simple, stupid little smile was totally not making Bakugou melt.
“I do. It reminds me of your eyes, there’s even the same small specs of orange throughout it.”
Fuck. Bakugou was not a sap … he was not!
Faking disinterest, Bakugou then removed the necklace from himself and gently placed it around your own neck. One of his hands gathered your hair and pulled it out from under the cord and found a resting place upon your cheek. His opposite hand laid over the jewel, just slightly pressing it into your skin. The pressure was comforting in a way.
“Then it’s yours. With this you shall always have my eyes on you, whether we’re together or apart. Promise to always keep it on you, let it be my claim to you - until I can place another claim upon you tomorrow. Even then - don’t ever take it off, promise omega?”
Your hand laid over Bakugou’s, heart thrumming in your chest. His touch felt warm, like home. With a content purr you leaned in, Bakugou crooned and leaned in as well - both of you nosing at the others scent glands - scenting each other.
Before pulling away, you licked his cheek, a sign of your omega accepting his gift.
“I promise alpha.”
Bakugou growled, feet stomping as he paced back and forth outside of his tent that sat across from yours. The hem of his heavy red cape dragged along the cold ground that was slowly becoming coated with snow.
It had been over an entire goddamn hour since you disappeared into the tent. Bakugou only got enough time with you to greet and scent the other before you were both dragged away to get dressed for the ceremony.
Bakugou growled and nipped at the fingers that mapped out the blood red lines on his cheeks, the dots down his chin and the hands down his pecs, in weird powders and paints he had never seen before. The alpha felt constrained in the bracers that dressed his forearms and cuffs that sat snugly on his biceps. And who the fuck needed more than two necklaces on?
Despite the cold he only wore dark colored trousers that hung low on his hips and the cape that had been passed down in his family. The collar was lined with thick fur that kept his neck warm and became soaked with his scent. All this dumb shit was your kingdoms custom - all the body paint, the fancy getups. He hated it, couldn’t wait to get the shit off!
Just as he was about to go storming into your tent himself and drag you away to the altar, the fabric door to the enclosure was being opened. The alpha prince stopped dead in his tracks when the wind carried your scent his way, his ruby red eyes finally falling upon you.
A thin, almost sheer, cream colored dress flowed around your frame, a plunging neckline revealing similar body paint in the shape of a hand between the valley of your breasts. There were leg slits in the fabric that showed off your soft and plush thighs that were also adorned in paint. The trails left behind from fingers acting like a map for Bakugou to go by once he had you under him. The mere thought had his inner alpha growling, both in content and also anger from the fact that someone else had touched you there. The necklace he gifted you still hung around your neck and it made Bakugou realize just how much he loved the color of red against your skin.
He finally looked to your face, painted the same as his and somehow bringing out the depth of your eyes. They were gleaming at him, sparkling like the stars that dressed the night sky.
Maybe this custom wasn’t such a pain in the ass.
Bakugou started his way towards you, only for his mother to come between the two of you from out of absolutely nowhere! She took your hands in her own and crooned. Her cheek nuzzling yours and the two of you both purring. The act was heart-warming to everyone around you, everyone but Bakugou.
He flashed his teeth and let a warning growl roll up from his gut and out, pumping a scent of possession out in thick waves.
Mitsuki turned around to face her son and narrowed her eyes.
“Brat - I am your mother, I’m not trying to steal your bride away, put a cork in it!”
Bakugou closed in more, a hand grabbing his mother by the elbow and pulling her away before quickly grabbing you and nearly smothering you in his hold.
“Fuck you, I’ve been waiting hours!”
“You impatient little shit, look in just a few minutes she’ll be all yours but you have to stop causing a scene in order for us to move along!”
You turned in Bakugou’s hold and cupped his cheek, letting off a calming scent. The prince looked at you and scowled.
“Stop that shit, I have a right to cause a scene!”
Chuckling, you stood on the tips of your toes and gave Bakugou’s cheek a playful lick and chirp. “Of course you do alpha but your mother is right, this is only taking up more time. Now do you want to marry me today or not?”
To Bakugou’s surprise the ceremony itself didn’t take long at all. In under a couple of minutes the two of you were finally wedded before your kingdoms. Your first kiss was anything but perfect. Bakugou wouldn’t admit it but his nerves got the best of him and all he managed was a quick chirp and lick to your cheek. You didn’t mind at all, he did that thing where he pouted in frustration and made his cheeks look chubby. Without hesitation you licked and nipped at one of the cheeks in return.
The alpha didn’t understand what kind of magic you had him under in order for him to be so smitten with you since the day before but he wasn’t exactly complaining. You were his ideal mate. Strong, cunning and challenging, able to handle his abrasiveness already and not to mention you were beautiful. Bakugou’s inner alpha swelled with pride once the ceremony was over and you were introduced to your now joined kingdoms as his.
Now the part he was looking forward to the most was here - the public consummation.
This was his kingdoms custom.
Once the ceremony ended, everyone made their way to the designated tent where the gathering was to be held. There were countless tables of food and drinks, an area where a group was playing music on handmade instruments, and seating areas all about with a giant warm fire in the center of it all. Right in the center at the back of the tent was were you and your newly wedded husband would sit.
Your table was on a platform that was built to overlook all your guests. Your families, friends, servants and trusted officials. Other important people of your kingdoms attended, as well as your trained armies that were now one massive unit.
“Are you ready?”
Bakugou’s voice was soft yet husky in your ear, nearly making you jump from being so lost in all that was going on around you. When he managed to come up behind you and wrap his arms possessively around your waist was unknown to you. His embrace felt safe and comforting but the thought of what was about to transpire had you feeling on edge.
The alpha noticed and brushed his scent gland along yours, letting his tongue lav across your jaw. “Now, now, my little bride don’t be shy.”
“‘M not shy.”
Bakugou only hummed as he teethed at your scent gland before pulling back.
“Well then, lets not keep them waiting.”
Taking your hand in his, Bakugou helped to lead you up the small set of stairs. It felt like the second your feet started to move, everyone around you became quiet and focused every ounce of their attention on the two of you. Only the sound of fire crackling and the musicians still playing aided the sounds of your footsteps. You wondered if anyone else heard how heavy Bakugou’s red cape dragged along the floor or how hard your heart was beating in your chest.
The sound of your father clearing his throat made you realize the scent of uneasiness you were emitting and before you could correct it, Bakugou was pulling you close to his side and under his cape, shrouding you with its safety and his own calming scent.
You purred softly next to him, wrapping around and leaning into him.
“As part of our kingdoms uniting, we celebrate the blending of not only our bloodlines but our customs as well. The customs of the bride being that of bearing marks drawn in blessed powders and paints, also the intimate ceremony before you all. Now we take this time to perform the custom from my own kingdom. The drinking of the sacred potion and the act of public consummation that will once and for all solidify our heirs bonding and our kingdoms uniting.”
A mix of approval and also disgust rung throughout the guests. It goes without saying who was for the custom and who wasn’t. Bakugou’s people clapped, whistled and cheered, dangerous and hungry grins on their faces. Your people exchanged hushed words between each other, some with looks of concern and sympathy, others with pure disdain.
However, these reactions would do nothing to change what was about to unfold.
“Princess, you shall drink first,” Mitsuki spoke again, hands offering a gauntlet full of a liquid you’d never seen before
With a nod you took the cup and brought the rim of it to your nose. Your head jerked away at the putrid scent of it, causing Bakugou to chuckle beside you. His hand that had rested on your hip found its way to your scruff and gripped it gently. His clawed fingertips helped to tilt the cup to your lips.
“Drink up omega, every last drop.”
You blinked at the alpha and did as instructed.
Bitter. It was so fucking bitter … and thick.
It took every ounce of willpower to not regurgitate the drink and to do as your husband asked of you. However, you weren’t able to hide your dislike for it completely. You coughed mid-drink, causing some of the blood red liquid to dribble out of the corners of your mouth. When you tried to take a second, Bakugou bared his teeth and gripped your scruff tighter, silently demanding you continue. You screwed your eyes shut, making a tear form in the corners of them and successfully swallowed the remainder of the drink.
Once it was all gone and the gauntlet left your lips, you choked on air. A concerned Mitsuki quickly came to your side, using the edge of her own cape to wipe your lips and chin clean.
“I know it tastes like shit, it most definitely isn’t a delicacy I seek out for special occasions.”
At this you managed a soft smile and thanked the queen for her kindness. You turned to look at Bakugou just in time to see him down his own serving of the drink in one giant gulp. When he finished, he tossed the cup to his mother and pulled you back into his arms. The tip of his tongue licked at a drop of the drink that went unnoticed under your chin.
“And now my bride - we wait.”
And waiting is exactly what you did.
The two of you finally took a seat at the table, Bakugou refusing to let to have your own and ordering you sit in his lap. There weren’t exactly any complaints from you at the demand, you were craving the comfort that came with being close to your soon to be mate. While you waited, plates of food were served to the two of you before the servants and your parents left the podium and went to mingle with the guests.
You and Bakugou ate your food in silence. A low and steady rumble thrummed in Bakugou’s chest throughout your meal and focusing on the sound alone and taking deep breaths of his rich scent helped to calm your nerves and not stray too far into that small pool of panic that was ebbing at the corners of your mind.
“Bakugou,” you finally spoke.
“Katsuki.”
You blinked and turned to look at alpha behind you with a hum.
“We’re married now, I think you’re fucking entitled to calling me Katsuki don’t you think?”
“O-Oh, yeah I think so,” you replied quietly.
Bakugou quirked a brow at you as he tore into a piece of the roasted meat. His red eyes watched how you picked at the fruit on the tray and your teeth worried at your bottom lip. Try as you may to not let your content scent falter, Bakugou would catch hints of anxiety and the sour smell of omega fear. He placed his food back onto the tray by your fruit and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before gently resting it on your arm and rubbing softly.
“What is it princess? Do you need something?”
You shook your head at his question while squirming ever so slightly in his lap and popping the fabric of your dress that rested on your shoulders as your skin was slowly starting to feel hot.
“N-No Katsuki, I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he growled but it held no threat, “I can smell it, something is troubling you.”
You managed a weak smirk at your husband’s assumption. His other hand rested on the top of your exposed thigh, sharp fingertips applying a light pressure while they traced the painted lines that dressed it. The touch alone had you squirming more noticeably now and suppressing a whine. Your body started to slowly feel restless, head tilting side to side as you tried to shake off the feeling.
“I - I guess I am just a l-little anxious,” you replied.
You words felt heavy on your tongue and you wondered how you even managed to speak. Bakugou didn’t get a chance to respond before his claws were digging deeper into your thigh and arm at the sudden discomfort in his teeth and the low simmering heat that was starting to burn under his skin.
“Fuck - its happening,” he breathed out, forehead falling to rest between your shoulder blades.
The thin fabric of your dress was starting to stick to your hot skin, making your scent that much more potent and intoxicating. Bakugou let out a pleased rumble and dug his nose deeper into that scent, seeking more of it.
“W-What’s happen - ohh god.”
Your last word came out on a whimper when Bakugou’s own thick and rich scent assaulted your nostrils. It was heavy with arousal, want, possession - rut.
Your shook your head, trying to clear the hazy thoughts long enough to get a handle on what was happening but that didn’t last even a second once you felt something hard underneath you when Bakugou rolled his hips with a low growl. The action had you panting in no time and made the itch that had been steadily growing inside of you since that damn nasty drink grow tenfold! Your head hung forward as Bakugou started to shamelessly rut against you, his claws dragging down and starting to rip the fabric of your dress. It was all at once when the realization of what was happening finally hit you.
“The p-potion. What - fucking hell, w-what was in it?”
Bakugou chuckled before nipping at your shoulder blade, both his hands on your thighs and rubbing towards the insides of them underneath the fabric of the dress.
“Dunno, its sacred. The old hags make it for this occasion,” he spoke upon your scent gland, letting his tongue out to lick across it with a rough thrust, “To make sure the consummation is successful - to make sure that by the end of this you’re stuffed full and without a doubt bred so fucking good with my pups, our pups, my little bride.”
You didn’t even get a chance to let another word out before slick was forming between your legs and you dropped instantly, your omega taking control of every aspect of your mind and body. The overwhelming feeling of a sudden heat enveloping your skin and making it feel like lava from the inside out.
Bakugou sucked at your sensitive glands, making you whimper pathetically and tremble in his lap. His hands spread your legs open, resting them over the tops of his thighs. The cool winter air made you shiver and also carried the scent of your slick to Bakugou’s senses. His mouth watered and canines throbbed, slowly starting to unsheathe themselves.
“Aww did they give you too much omega?” He crooned, letting one hand find the soaked front of your panties.
“H-Hot … skin hot.”
You whimpered and let your head fall back against Bakugou’s shoulder, already trembling in his lap as he started to pet through the thin fabric.
The alpha quickly figured out that you had dropped, obvious by your broken and simple speech now. His own alpha was slowly descending into the same fate but he still had enough sense to know what you meant.
“Shh, I know princess - I’ll make it better in just a little bit,” he crooned in your ear before slipping his fingers under the fabric and coating them in slick as he teased your clit.
There wasn’t any holding back the loud and long moan you released. Heads from the crowd turned to see the effects of the potion taking place. Bakugou’s alpha was clawing to come out when he saw other unmated alpha’s looking at his omega with hunger. He snarled with his elongated canines now fully free and quickly went from a seated position to one with you bent over the table and him hovering closely on top of you like an animal shielding its kill.
Bakugou dug the clawed fingertips of one hand into the table and used the other to grip your throat and pull your head back against his shoulder, exposing the unmarked skin of it. He rutted against your ass hard enough to rock your body against the table and lowered his mouth to your scent glands. Drool was starting to escape the corners of his mouth from how aggressively he snarled and snorted at the onlooking crowd.
More and more he was dropping, his primal alpha coming to the forefront of his mind and making sure to unleash his scent in steady waves.
“Mine!” He barked out to the crowd.
Everyone watching made small chirps of acknowledgment and went about their business. Both of your parents had proud looks on their faces, happy that this entire ordeal was panning out just as they had planned.
Bakugou continued to growl while pushing your face down to the table and leaning back up. One hand stayed gripped around your scruff and the other pushed your dress up to rest around your hips. The alpha salivated at the sight of your thin panties being absolutely drenched in slick and wasted no time in placing his fingers back inside of it. You mewled beneath him, hips canting back and trying desperately to ride his thick fingers.
“Good omega,” he praised.
You were submitting to him without question or challenge, the potion making your need to be satiated and knotted that much stronger. So who was Bakugou to deny you.
In a matter of seconds the alpha had your panties shredded and disposed of, his own impatience and need driving him to rip open his own trousers and free his throbbing cock. The chilly air hitting your exposed cunt was appreciated, helping to cool your hot skin by just a fraction. That coolness however didn’t last long.
Bakugou plopped back down into his seat and leaned forward, dipping his tongue between your lips and inside of you. You yelped and clawed at the table, soon falling into a slow rhythm of rolling your hips back and allowing your alpha to make a meal of you. His large hands wrapped around the tops of your thighs, helping to pull your further back on his tongue.
Over and over you whined for more, making it known that it wasn’t his tongue you wanted.
“Knot - knot, need knot. Please alpha - pups, breed us alpha please.”
Bakugou crooned after pulling away from his sloppy mess and shook his head. He stood back up on his feet and leaned over you again, bracing himself on one palm on the table and using the other to rub your side.
“Shh - patience omega,” he whispered onto the shell of your ear before his red eyes looked out to the crowd and caught the attention of his adoptive brother and their friends.
The prince grinned wickedly and started to roll his hips, allowing his cock to glide between your lips in a teasing manner. You preened at the feeling, your inner omega howling at the size and warmth of your alpha’s cock. It would no doubt make you feel so full and so fucked out.
‘Breed, breed. Need alpha’s pups,’ it whined inside of your head.
While you were an incoherent babbling and squirming mess beneath Bakugou, he took his time in showing off to his pack. He maintained a hold on your scruff, continued to tease your clenching cunt with his cock and started to bite your shoulder and back hard enough to draw blood. His scent poured out in thick blankets, no doubt letting every single alpha know that this omega belonged to him and only him. It commanded their attention, commanded them to see how good of an omega you were, how you submitted to him and were drooling for him.
You started to growl yourself and snarl, trying hard to push back and make his cock enter you by any means necessary. It made Bakugou preen and chuckle, it was cute to him how determined and hungry you were for his knot. These actions only made Bakugou believe more and more that you were his fated mate. He never liked overly submissive omega’s, he wanted one that was powerful and had an iron will like himself. One that would take what they wanted no matter what.
All these thoughts came to a halt when Bakugou felt a sharp pain. He growled and snapped his teeth as he looked down to see that you bit his hand that rested by your head. Your own canines had sunk into the meat between his thumb and index finger, drawing blood. A small yet demanding growl was thrown back at him and you bit in deeper, eyes glued to his own with your cheek pressed to the table.
The action earned you a harsh and painful smack to the ass by his opposite hand and a rage filled growl that had you shrinking into yourself. You yelped loudly, releasing him in the process, and pouted.
The sound of your distress made heads turn. Mitsuki scolded her son from where she sat and soon enough, a distressed scent started to replace your aroused one. The queen gripped her glass and sent an un-pleased snort to her son. Immediately, Bakugou lowered his face to yours, nose nudging your cheek and letting out apologetic chirps and chuffles. He released his own calming and comforting pheromones and let his tongue lick at your cheek as he tried to scent you - silently asking for forgiveness.
“Alpha … bad,” he whined against your cheek, “Omega good. Please … alpha sorry.”
Had your heat not been forced about, you wouldn’t have become so impatient or so desperate for a knot. Something about going against the laws of nature and inducing a heat made the pain of it worse than normal and the only antidote for that pain was to be knotted as soon as possible.
Maybe Bakugou didn’t know that, he didn’t know the contents of the potion so it was possible that he had no idea what it’s affects were besides a heat and rut. You couldn’t be upset at him about that, and you couldn’t be upset at him trying, needing, to show his and your people that he was indeed a worthy alpha. Neither of you could blame the other for how your biology was making you act.
Your eyes softened and you crooned, your own face now starting to nuzzle Bakugou’s and returning his affection and sweet licks. Slowly but surely your scent changed to that of content.
“It’s okay alpha … forgive you,” you purred “Too hot … it hurts. Please - need you.”
Bakugou nodded and shushed you with a proper kiss. You melted at the affection and taste of his mouth. Your slick still lingered on his lips, along with that of wine and spices from the meat he consumed. Together your tongues danced and teeth nipped softly. When he broke the kiss and pulled away you whimpered and pouted. Bakugou smiled sweetly and chuckled.
“Shh, I’m here omega.”
Gently, Bakugou turned you over and onto your back. You sighed with relief as he ripped the fabric of your dress and let your chest and stomach become exposed to the cooler air. Instantly you felt better at no longer having the dress stick to your skin. The alpha let his red eyes take in the sight of your flushed skin, how it was indeed damp with a thin sheet of sweat. Yearning to taste, he leaned down and licked a long, slow strip up your belly.
You moaned at the feeling and lifted your legs, letting them spread wide enough for him to slot between and present yourself to him. Bakugou gleamed and rubbed at your scent gland with his nose.
“Such a good little omega for me,” he whispered softly and let his fingers trail down your hip until they found refuge between your legs and dipped inside of you.
Your back arched off the table, a moan falling from your lips at the feeling of being somewhat full again. While it may not have been his cock yet, you were still grateful.
Bakugou continued to praise you as he stretched you open on his fingers. You shared even more kisses and licks into each other’s mouths. The two of you were beyond drunk on the others scent, groans and moans floating on the air. You were starting to squirm yet again, pleading and heart-breaking whimpers showering Bakugou’s ear.
He made sure to continue pumping out those calming pheromones you needed, scenting and kissing you until you were pliant and at ease beneath him. The alpha knew that he needed to waste no more time and that he needed to help his mate, but even in his rut heavy mind he also knew that he needed to make sure you were comfortable and ready to take his knot.
Bakugou may have been just as hungry as you were and yeah he wanted to ravage you like a wild fucking animal right there in front of everyone but - more than anything you had to remain in one piece in order to carry his pups.
Finally after a few more seconds, Bakugou removed his fingers and sucked them clean. Before you could full on cry at the emptiness and quick discomfort that hit you because of it, Bakugou was already easing his cock inside of you, and god was your omega elated!
Instantly your tongue hung out of your mouth and you moaned so sinfully as more and more of his cock was fed into you. You only yelped in pain once when the thickest part of him squeezed inside but Bakugou was fast to ease you with his reassuring sounds and licks. The two of your brushed noses and moaned together when he finally bottomed out.
“Fuck - that’s my good little omega, you’re doing so well.”
You purred and wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s neck once he started thrusting with a slow but hard pace. Clawed fingers dug into the backs of his hips, urging him to go faster, your omega desperate for more.
“A-Alpha more - please more. We need more, faster, faster, faster!”
Bakugou managed a weak laugh before gritting his teeth and fulfilling your demands. All at once the air was punched from your lungs as the inner alpha took what it wanted with its newfound permission.
Blonde unruly hair started to fall and stick to the prince’s forehead, drool seeped out of the corners of his mouth and his hips pistoned back and forth with ferocity. Bakugou clawed long angry lines up your thigh that wrapped around him, pricks of blood forming at the surface of your hot skin and blending with the paint that was becoming a smeared mess. Back and forth you were rocked on-top of the table and Bakugou growled like a true beast.
The itch inside of you was still there but it wasn’t painful, instead it was euphoric now that the alpha’s thick cock was inside of you. Just as you imagined, it stretched and filled your cunt deliciously, almost too much. The small pain of being stretched so far was welcomed though, it was so fucking good. Bakugou would also agree, now foaming at the mouth above you and nearly gasping as his knot started to inflate. You were already so tight around him that it was almost suffocating and he knew without a doubt that once he knotted you there would be no separating the two of you for a long fucking time.
The thought alone had his alpha howling and his teeth throbbing. He pushed your leg up to your chest, reveling in the high pitched moan you released, and started to teeth at your scent gland. You tilted your neck, submitting yourself to the alpha and whined. Those whines turned to full on cries the moment you felt Bakugou’s knot catching on the rim of your slicked cunt.
“Knot - knot, knot, need knot! A-Alpha please … pups, alpha’s pups!”
Bakugou’s alpha is fucking reeling now - so proud and satisfied with his omega. Thoughts of you being round and glowing ran a muck in his head, he growled at the thought of your tits growing full of milk that would nourish and feed his offspring. With you - together you’d have the strongest and most beautiful pups.
He grinned and captured you whines and moans with his mouth, sharp teeth biting your bottom lip and licking the blood from the small cut it caused.
“P-Promise … stuff so full - make round with pups, my pups,” he hissed out, letting a hand fall to the ruby that hung between your breasts.
It was now Bakugou’s turn to whine once he felt his knot become fully inflated, his entire cock throbbed and his balls drew up tight, full and ready to unload inside of you. He started to grow desperate the more you begged, his hips slamming and the sloppy sounds of him fucking your slick soaked cunt so hard and roughly, nearly drowning out your moans and cries. He needed to knot, needed to please his omega.
In a matter of seconds you were cumming around Bakugou, back arching up off the table and the back of your head digging into it as you wailed. The alpha moaned when your cunt squeezed around him tighter than he believed possible and he gave one last rough thrust. Finally his knot popped inside of you and turned your wail into a scream. Bakugou couldn’t see a fucking thing as he came so hard it caused him to fall to his elbows. Multi-colored dots clouded his vision and he relied on scent alone to find your gland and sink his canines into it. The bite made you cum again, your voice breaking and going hoarse as you collapsed back down under his weight.
Bakugou drove his teeth deeper into your flesh by shaking his head side to side with a gentleness. He growled when he tasted warm blood on his palette, more thick continuous ropes of cum spurted from his cock, filling you so much it started to leak out around his knot. All you could manage were soft and quiet purrs and mewls, you own teeth aching.
The alpha removed his teeth from you and gasped for air, blood drenching his chin and smearing along his teeth when his tongue licked them. You whined at the sight and he smiled a crimson smile. Leaning closer, Bakugou tilted his head and offered his scent gland to you. Without a second thought you made your own claim to him. Bakugou moaned once your teeth pierced his skin, causing him to give more deep and shallow thrusts into your cunt as it milked him of his cum.
You felt warm blood dripping down your chin and nuzzled deeper, wanting more of the rich taste of your alpha as you felt your bond completing. Bakugou let out content rumbles once you let go and nuzzled each other, your scents now part of each other and intermixed through the saliva in your marks. You were bonded for life now.
Your head fell back against the table with a sigh. The suffocating heat under your skin was now just a small and warm ember for the time being. Bakugou smiled and used his tongue to clean at your new wound. It made you smile in return and chirp. When he pulled away, Bakugou looked down and growled at the sight beneath him.
“So pretty,” he praised and let a hand sweetly rub over the bulge in your stomach.
His alpha was ecstatic seeing you so full of his seed, looking so well breed. Your own hand rested over his on the distention and you smiled. However, that smile soon turned into a snarl once the whiff of an unwelcome scent carried into your space.
Quickly, you pulled Bakugou back down to you and wrapped around him. Face turning in the direction of the omega servant that was standing to close for your liking. You growled, baring teeth still fresh with the alpha’s blood and let off a possessive scent.
“Mine!”
Bakugou snorted and kissed your temple before moving the two of you back into the chair, you still wrapped around him like your life depended on it. He smiled and grabbed his red cape, using it to shroud you and hold you close while his tongue licked your cheek. You started to deflate and ease up from the smell of his scent that soaked the fur collar and at him scenting you himself.
“Yes my queen, yours.”