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Bakugou’s hands trembled. He shoved them deeper into his pockets to quell the shaking and it worked marginally, but it was obvious enough through his jacket that the tremors were uncontrollable.
He hated this.
He hated his hands. He hated his quirk. He hated being a Beta. But most of all, he hated the Alpha pair that stood before him.
He jerked back instinctively when a hand reached for his neck, nearly breaking the other’s arm if he hadn’t put his hands away. But one of the Alphas tutted and he could only grit his teeth as the hand came back, slowly this time, to place fingers on both sides of his throat. Like they were preparing to choke him.
In a way, it was.
“Do you, Bakugou Katsuki, agree to the contract?”
Bakugou’s hands trembled without his consent and he knew there was no other answer.
***
6 months ago…
Bakugou spat blood onto the concrete. His arms throbbed from overuse of his quirk and one of his eyes was swollen. He hacked up a cloud of dust from his lungs (concerning) and stumbled forwards, nearly falling over.
“Fuckers,” he wheezed, coughing again. “Fuckers, don’t you dare.”
The earth-shattering sound of a building smashing into another shook the ground beneath him and he careened onto his knees, body gasping as another wave of dust and debris roiled towards him.
He blocked the sand with his gloves this time, teeth gritting as dirt pelted his hair and clothes. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to knock the breath out of him as he braced himself against the onslaught, silently counting the seconds. When the barrage cleared, he let out a pant of relief and fell onto his arms before he glowered at the two figures standing in the distance.
Xravity and Blood Riot. Two of his former classmates.
They were head to head as they clashed and fought and shouted with malice. He could barely hear what they were screaming, his ears still ringing from the impact of the building Xravity had thrown, but it didn’t matter. He already knew what they wanted.
Him. They were always fighting over him.
“Kacchan.” The static buzz of the comm in Bakugou’s ear came to life and he pressed the earpiece deeper into his ear, trying to listen to Deku’s crackly voice. “Kacchan, you need to stop them.”
Fucker. Like he already didn’t know? Bakugou spat out another glob of saliva-blood before answering. “I’m trying, you shitty bastard.”
“Hurry, I don’t know how much longer Tentacole can hold up the shelter.”
Bakugou cursed and painfully pushed himself onto his feet. 200 feet behind him laid about 60 civilians hiding underground as they tried to survive the dominance fight Xravity and Blood Riot were engaging. All because they couldn’t give up a favourite toy none of them owned. Bakugou was a Beta for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t even a pretty Omega to warrant this kind of attention.
“Hey!” Bakugou shouted. “HEY!”
Neither of them heard him, still duking it out against each other. Bakugou saw Blood Riot heave a car onto his back before he chucked it at his floating opponent. The crash of metal and glass shattering was audible from Bakugou’s distance and he couldn’t imagine what it must sound like to the two adversaries.
Bakugou spat another glob of dust-incorporated saliva. He took a step forwards.
“Be careful.”
“Shut up, Deku,” Bakugou muttered and then he was running.
He leapt over crumbled concrete and steel frames of broken walls, vaulting over tattered tables before he dove behind a car just in time for another scatter wave of dust to billow from the fight.
If Bakugou had told himself four years ago that he would be in this exact situation, watching two of his most kindhearted and badass Alpha classmates fight over him, he might’ve laughed and called himself a liar. Or boasted that of course, he was meant to be fought over. It was hard to tell what seventeen-year-old Bakugou would’ve done. He was under a lot of stress back in those days.
But if he had told his past self that Uraraka and Kirishima would quit UA in their third years and fall to villainy, his younger self would’ve definitely blasted him and immediately try to expose him as an imposter.
Except he wouldn’t be able to because it was all true.
In Bakugou’s third year, he had been captured once again. Not by the League of Villains this time, but instead by a much more terrifying and competent enemy. He had rendered Bakugou quirkless and stripped him weaponless, including his clothing. The intent was to make Bakugou vulnerable at the mercy of the sick bastard and when he succeeded in ripping off Bakugou’s underwear, Bakugou had been strung up in chains, hanging from the ceiling as his feet dangled in the air.
That was how Kirishima and Uraraka had found him. Bloody and bruised with copious amounts of semen on and in him.
They called it rape, but Bakugou refused to think of it as such.
He was not broken.
But that wasn’t when they had turned into villains. They had stood by Bakugou’s side as he sobbed through nightmares after nightmares, through the trials that dragged his name through the mud, and when the final gavel struck to conclude the case with no charges of sexual assault, that was when his Alphas lost their minds.
BOOM!
The air shook as Bakugou was thrown onto his side, the ground a sudden monster, devouring cars and vehicles as sinkholes erupted. Bakugou cursed as the street beneath him turned sideways, scrambling onto his feet as he dashed for safety.
Fuck!
He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to have to say screw stealth.
His hands glowed with crackling explosions and he quickly blasted himself into the air, jerkily scanning the area as he assessed the danger zone.
Screams sliced through the air and he swore as he saw sinkholes continue to grow, spreading out in a wider area. Shit! The shelter! He had to end this now!
“STOP!” He bellowed as he jetted towards the two villains. “STOP, YOU IDIOTS.”
A roar caught him off and he veered sharply to the left as a boulder came hurtling out of nowhere.
“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Xravity shouted, echoing her opponent’s scream of rage as she dodged the boulder and lifted rubble into the air. Her barrage of attacks came down hard on Blood Riot, decimating the environment around him as walls, vehicles, and pillars went crashing.
“Shit!” Bakugou heard Blood Riot yell before the Alpha disappeared under the wreckage.
Bakugou’s breath caught in his throat. Blood Riot didn’t emerge right away and without missing a beat, Bakugou jetted towards Xravity, tackling her mid-air and grabbing around her torso.
Xravity immediately fought against him, beating his back as she screamed in fury, but Bakugou refused to let her go, only tightening his gauntlets around her.
“Stop!” He heard her in the wind. “We’re going to—”
BANG!
Bakugou’s heart pounded in his chest as he whipped around to see Blood Riot burst out of the debris he had been buried under. The man was filthy and covered in dust, but Bakugou was ashamed to admit that he was pleased to see that Blood Riot had sustained no major injuries from the attack with not a single drop of blood on him.
“XRAVITY!” Blood Riot roared. He turned Unbreakable and hefted a nearby slab of concrete onto his shoulders before pinning them both in the air with a murderous glare. With a quick flex and strain of his arms, he chucked the block of cement at them.
“Bakugou!” Xravity’s shrill yell blasted in Bakugou’s ear as she struggled in his arms desperately. “Let me go! You’re going to get both of us killed!”
The boulder was hurtling at both of them at the speed of light, brutal in its trajectory with no hope of survival for Xravity or Bakugou as Blood Riot roared beneath them.
“Fuck!” Bakugou yelled. In a split decision, he let go of Xravity and raised his arms to his side, directed at the humongous projectile, and unleashed a thunderous explosion.
KA-BOOM!
Bakugou was instantly blown away by the blast, body a rag doll in the air as his arms flapped in the wind. His vision dizzied nauseatingly as he fell through the sky, stomach turning at the whirlwind of colours in his vision. He could barely hear anything except for the ringing in his ears, the world going dark as he lost consciousness only to wake in pain when agony wracked his entire being. The sky was getting darker, smaller, he was falling, he was shattered, he was going to die on impact—
“Kacchan!”
Green lightning whizzed into his vision as a figure scooped him out of the air and he choked on his own spit as the force of Deku’s catch only made his body flare up in pain again.
“Kacchan, stay with me!”
Deku’s voice sounded desperate, pleading with him to stay awake, but even as Bakugou tried to lift his eyelids open, darkness came for him too fast and the next thing he knew, everything was black.
***
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Mnnggh.”
Bakugou tried to peel open his eyelids. They felt glued shut and heavy, but the moment he got them to open more than a sliver, he hissed as bright white blinded him.
“Kacchan!”
Deku’s voice was the first thing that greeted him and Bakugou struggled to open his eyes fully, grimacing as he tried to pinpoint where the nerd was.
“Deku…” he rasped, jaw dropping open in shock as a sharp pain shot through his chest at the word.
“Careful, Kacchan. The doctors said you broke two ribs.”
Ah, so that was the reason why he was in the hospital. He tried to move his head.
“Kacchan, be careful.”
“Shut… it… shitty Alpha,” Bakugou hissed.
Deku sighed. “Just, don’t freak out, okay?”
Freak out? Over what? Bakugou already knew that his ribs were broken. He had barely been awake for three minutes and already he hated everything. Why couldn’t he open his eyes fully? Why did he feel like an anchor? He felt like he had been hit by a truck. Which, should be impossible because he had deliberately tried to avoid being hit by a truck-sized—
Oh fuck. His blast. Right. Fuck. Bakugou knew that he had fucked up.
The lights in the room dimmed and Bakugou sighed in relief as he was able to finally open his eyes all the way, only to suck in a breath of terror.
His hands… his hands were wrapped from finger to elbow entirely in casts. Both of them. He tried to flex his hand only for his blood to chill when he found that he couldn’t. He couldn’t feel anything past his wrists.
Deku was silent, the nerd somehow having learned after 20 years when not to interrupt. To let Bakugou process and make sense of his reality.
“What… happened?” Bakugou whispered, probably the quietest either of them had ever witnessed.
“You… you shattered your wrists in the blast. They… the damage was too great for an enhanced healing quirk so they had to leave it so that you could heal it slowly—naturally. That way, they can monitor it.”
Bakugou swallowed. “My quirk?”
Deku didn’t answer right away and Bakugou looked up from his hands to pin Deku with a horrified stare. His Beta scent leaked out, a clear sign of his heightened distress and Deku visibly flinched at the smell.
“You can’t use your quirk for at least 6 months,” Deku said quickly. “Otherwise there’s no telling how you’re going to heal.”
Bakugou shut his eyes. He tried to focus on the positives like he practiced in his anger management classes, but he found himself coming up empty. There was no positive. His wrists could be permanently broken, unable to handle the explosive force of his quirk and render him essentially quirkless. His career could end right here, right now.
“Get out.”
Deku started and took a step towards him, but Bakugou snarled at the hero and bared his teeth at him, vision marred by the tears shedding from his eyes.
“Get out!”
Deku looked as if he wanted to protest, but for once, he stepped away and walked towards the door, a reluctant look on his face. “I’ll be outside, Kacchan. Just call me.” And then he was gone.
Bakugou trembled. He stared numbly at the casts—caskets basically—around his arms and the stark white that almost seemed like bone. His hands were dead and they took him down with them.
If-if only he hadn’t been so reckless. If only he had let Xravity get away or reacted faster or—or…
Bakugou let out a wail, screaming his heart out as tears shed from his eyes and he turned red from exertion.
How could this happen to him?! His life depended on his hands! He should’ve been more careful, he should’ve—fuck! Shit! FUCKING #@%!$
He couldn’t wipe away the wet from his face and he didn’t want to. He yelled, roared, and shouted until his voice was hoarse and his throat was raw. Fuck! He didn’t want to search for solutions or a plan of action. He wanted to wallow in the pain, failure, and anger that wracked his mind, bawling his lungs out and lamenting his loss to the empty room. His cries were ugly, the room permeating with his acid stench and he wailed even louder, screaming his anger, his fury, his pain.
Then he was done.
He sat there, chest heaving from his cathartic screams, but already he felt lighter than minutes ago. His mind was racing at ten thousand miles per hour, no longer locked on the past, and he let himself catch his breath with deep gulps of air before sitting up straight. He could hear footsteps rushing outside his door, surely alarmed by his outburst, but no one came in presumably due to Deku. For the first time in his life, Bakugou was glad that Deku knew him so well.
“Deku.”
The door immediately jerked open, Deku’s face peeking around as he revealed a worried expression.
“Yes?”
“Get the doctor.” He took in a deep breath. “I want to hear my options.”
“Yes, Kacchan.”
Bakugou thought he could hear the relief in Deku’s voice when the other responded, but that was none of Bakugou’s concerns.
No, his real concern was the next 6 months.
***
Two months later, Bakugou’s casts were coming off.
“Fuck, finally,” he cursed as the doctor came in and a medical student in the room chuckled before they quickly turned it into a cough.
“Remember, Bakugou-san,” the doctor spoke. “Your wrists are still fragile. Still no quirk use if you want to keep them.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou said dismissively, but a pointed look from the doctor shut him up quick.
His doctor sighed, wringing her hands before finally sitting down. “Well, it’s now or never.”
Bakugou’s casts were taken off gently and slowly, careful in the approach and he sighed in relief when one of his arms was finally free. Fuck! Finally, no more itching or scratching driving him up the wall because he couldn’t itch or scratch with his broken hands.
When his hands finally emerged from their cocoons, Bakugou was surprised to find that they looked normal, as if they hadn’t been shattered in a thousand pieces mere weeks ago.
The attending medical team cheered politely and Bakugou grimaced as he turned his hand up and down, noting any slight changes. But other than wrinkly skin and a few sweaty patches, nothing seemed amiss.
“You still can’t use your quirk, right?”
Bakugou immediately glared at Todoroki who had been sitting on his right the entire time, the Beta staring at Bakugou’s hands with zero shame.
“Fuck off,” Bakugou hissed. “Fuck you.”
He didn’t even know why he had to bring Todoroki. (Okay, it was because he still couldn’t drive and between bringing Deku or Todoroki, Bakugou instantly chose the less chatty Beta.) The other was meant to keep quiet the entire time, typical of his nature, but of course, Icyhot always managed to make Bakugou regret his decision in trusting him.
“Sorry,” Todoroki said tactfully, but Bakugou’s mood was already soured.
He had been living with Deku and Todoroki for the past eight weeks, unable to take care of himself in his own apartment. If there was anything that increased in his time living with the couple, it was his intolerance for the both of them.
Don’t get him wrong. Bakugou was grateful, but it was far too easy falling back into his old habits when he found himself always have to ask someone to help pour him a cup of water. Or to make dinner. Or God forbid the wiping his ass issue.
And they were always in his space! Treating him like a helpless animal or making that face whenever Bakugou snarled in annoyance. Or well, mostly Deku. Todoroki looked mostly constipated when Bakugou rejected his help. He had thought that if he lived with the couple, at least Todoroki wouldn’t emit as much scent since he was a Beta—the reason why he didn’t go to Kaminari and Shinsou’s—but it turned out that Deku was quite capable of stinking up the entire place with his pitying scent.
Bakugou shuddered. God, he never hated a scent more than sandalwood. He was never going to get it out of his system. He made a face. He turned towards Todoroki, seething. “Shut your ass up,” he hissed again. “Just fucking take me home.”
Todoroki nodded and got up from his seat before pausing. “Wait, mine and Deku’s home, right?”
“Aarghh! What do you think?!”
Bakugou’s shout of frustration was enough of an answer and Todoroki quickly left the room.
“Don’t forget your exercises,” Bakugou’s doctor called after him as he chased Todoroki, hot on his heels with half a mind to use his newly free hands to smack the other—except he technically shouldn’t do that. His wrists were at best able to hold the weight of a small dog. Definitely not the force he wanted to beat Todoroki with. He couldn’t even safely wear his gauntlets for fuck’s sake. Because they were too “heavy”.
“Get back here!”
Even though Deku and Todoroki were very insistent that he stayed with them for another two weeks (to which Bakugou begrudgingly agreed), he couldn’t help, but feel the yearning to go home. To go back to his apartment and finally be able to relax in his own bed. To reclaim his cat from Shinsou—who undoubtedly already claimed Princess Murder as his own when Bakugou asked him to take care of her—and enjoy some goddamn peace and quiet. Preferably with his kitty on his chest. He could go for some purrs right about damn now.
“Bakugou?” Todoroki’s voice broke him out of his daydream and he blinked, unaware that he was already standing next to Todoroki’s car. “Are you going to get in?”
“Fuck you,” was Bakugou’s automatic response, but even he couldn’t deny his joy when he opened the car door on his own and slid into the seat.
Holy fucking shit. He was so ready to put all of this behind him.
***
Bakugou had thought that he was doing well. And he was. His doctor was pleased with his recovery and he was able to finally return to his apartment. He had been making good progress with his hands, now able to carry his groceries in one trip, and then—
—and then Xravity and Blood Riot had shown up.
Three months after they broke his wrists, they showed up again.
Only this time, not in the middle of a war zone or battlefield. No, in Bakugou’s apartment. The audacity.
Bakugou should’ve known that the two were there. Even if he was a Beta and his senses were dulled, he should’ve still recognized the blurring Alpha scents that crept underneath the bathroom door. That didn’t stop him from nearly screaming when he came out of the shower though. The two villains were lounging in his living room, seated on opposite ends of the room.
What he did do was immediately shoot an explosion, only to double over and cry out as his quirk fizzled out with a bang! and shooting pain lanced up his arms.
“Bakugou!”
Immediately, the air stank of concern and possession, both Xravity and Blood Riot springing up from their seats to rush over.
“Fuck!” Bakugou swore as they came closer. He immediately scrabbled backwards on the floor, bracing himself through agony as his wrists flared in punishment, but he refused. He refused to be helped harmed by the exact villains who had incurred this injury on him.
“Bakugou!” Xravity scolded. “You can’t—”
“Fuck off!” Bakugou screeched, swiping his right hand at them, this time able to summon a stronger explosion.
“Stop! You’re only going to hurt yourself!”
“Fuck. Off!”
“Let us help,” Kirishima argued as they cornered him. “We can—”
“I said, FUCK OFF!” Bakugou unleashed an even bigger explosion, instantly crying out as his arm felt like it was being ripped in two from recoil.
A single glance between the two villains was all Bakugou saw before Xravity darted forward—Bakugou banged his head against a cabinet as he flinched back—and used her quirk on him. Bakugou yelped as he lost his footing and instantly started to float upwards, stomach churning from zero-gravity as he careened upwards. He smacked the ceiling with a hiss and snarled at the two villains below him, steadying himself with his limbs. He levelled his right hand at the two of them and braced it with his other, baring his teeth even as his arm trembled and shook from pain and exertion.
“Get the FUCK out of my house!” Bakugou screeched.
Blood Riot held up his hands placatingly and Xravity did the same, both of them facing Bakugou with this—this disgusting look on their faces. As if they were trying to help a fragile animal, as if they weren’t the reason for his condition.
Their scents poured out calming pheromones, but it did the opposite for Bakugou. Immediately, his haunches hackled and his mind triggered into a defensive state, hero training kicking in.
“Bakugou, we—”
“And what the fuck?” Bakugou continued to shout, “Aren't you two always tearing at each other’s throats?! What the fuck are you doing together?”
A dark look cast upon both their faces, their expressions hardening at his words and Bakugou aimed his palm at them both, switching from Xravity to Blood Riot then back to Xravity.
“We had… a truce,” Xravity said testily. “We’ve decided to come with an offer."
Bakugou’s gut twisted. He didn’t like their tone of voice. A truce between two villains who hated each other’s guts for four years? Something wasn’t adding up. Even more suspicious was that now, they were both standing in his apartment—his territory. They should be trying to claim his domain with their stupid Alpha hormones, not collaborating with together. He was, after all, the reason for their initial hatred of each other.
Fuck. Bakugou didn’t have time to analyze their sudden new dynamics. He had a bigger problem.
“Get. Out.” Bakugou ordered and he fired a small blast—a warning shot, gritting his teeth as he hid his wince.
“Katsuki,” Blood Riot said, lowering his head in appeasement. “Why don’t you hear us out first?”
“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou snapped. “You’ve lost that privilege.”
Blood Riot narrowed his brows. “Have I?” His amiable behaviour switched back to the harsh demeanour well-known to his villain persona and Bakugou’s heart flip-flopped at how easily his mood swung.
“Yes,” Bakugou hissed angrily. “We’re not like that anymore.”
Blood Riot clearly didn’t appreciate Bakugou’s words, judging by how he curled his hands into fists and Bakugou waited for the attack, but instead, Blood Riot turned his head to the side and spoke to Xravity sharply.
“Just tell him before I lose it,” his voice was strained, holding back his anger. Bakugou hated it. This was not the Kirishima he knew.
Xravity scoffed at Blood Riot’s childish behaviour and Bakugou could see a vein in Blood Riot’s forehead twitch, but she stepped forward anyways, tilting her head to smile up at Bakugou. Bakugou’s nostrils flared as he recognized the grin as fake, a classic smile she had used on him before.
“We have an offer,” she repeated. “We can get your life back. Turn it back to the way it was.”
“Stop bullshitting me,” Bakugou spat. “You’re the ones who did this to me.”
Xravity shook her head. “No, you could’ve let go, that wasn’t my—”
“NO!”
Bakugou’s chest was suddenly heaving for some reason and maybe it was the Alpha pheromones in the air, clogging his lungs, but he felt dizzy and lightheaded, lips moving fast.
“N-not that,” Bakugou stammered. “Four years ago. You-you didn’t listen—you never listened to me. You guys were supposed to stay. You were supposed to be my Alphas and you-you just went after him and—” Bakugou’s sentence cut short as he gasped out a watery breath, blinking tears in frustration. The fuck? Why was he crying? He turned his head to wipe his face on his sleeve, refusing to move his hands away. When his vision was marginally clear, he saw Xravity looking back at him with compassion and a lump formed in Bakugou’s throat.
“Go on, Katsuki,” she said.
“You-you abandoned me. You both went and killed and became villains and stayed as villains and-and you never came back.”
Bakugou was sobbing loudly. He grabbed at his chest to quell the pain thudding away in his heart and let out a cry at the last word. His tears fell through the air, falling hard and fast, plip plopping on the hardwood floor in pathetic droplets. He didn’t care that he was showing weakness to Xravity and Blood Riot. He couldn’t care. How could he when they were the reason why he had been in pain for so long?
Both Xravity and Blood Riot were silent, but not for long.
“It’s not your fault.” Blood Riot’s voice was gravelly and when he turned back around, he was shedding a few tears as well. “We wanted to, we really did, but…”
“But too many things happened,” Xravity picked up his explanation. “We couldn’t go back knowing what we had done—what would be done to you. They would’ve taken you away.”
“… fuck you. Fuck you!” Bakugou screamed, thrashing once again. “Take your fucking shitty excuses and shove them up your ass! You could’ve listened! You could’ve stayed after the trial! You could’ve become heroes with me—”
“HE RAPED YOU!”
The outburst had come from Blood Riot, forcing the other two to put their undivided attention on him. Blood Riot levelled Bakugou with a furious glare of his own, his Hardening quirk crawling up his bare arms and shoulders until his face was hard and rigid as well.
“And the heroes couldn’t do anything about it,” Blood Riot’s voice creaked. “They were all useless. They didn’t do anything when that bastard gloated about getting away with touching you. That a Beta couldn’t be ‘sullied’ the same way as Omegas. I—the heroes couldn’t do what I did. I ripped that fucker’s throat open with my bare hands. Like. He. Fucking. Deserved.”
Bakugou sucked in a breath, remembering the grisly details of the murder.
“I should’ve never left,” Xravity admitted after Blood Riot. “But I don’t regret what I did either.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Bakugou tried to process their words, a war battling in his body, but no matter how he looked from their point of view, he still couldn’t forget the feeling of waking up in a sterile empty bed one day to realize three days after, he was truly alone.
“Get out,” his voice sounded detached, quiet and eerie, but he was relieved to see that they listened to his words, shuffling their feet to the door.
Xravity stopped before she closed the door and Bakugou watched from his post as she conflicted internally. “I’m sorry, Katsuki,” she whispered. She paused, gauging his reaction. Then, “…we can fix your hands.”
“…”
“Release.”
Bakugou fell.
***
“Bakugou-san, I’m sorry.”
Those were the words Bakugou dreaded.
“No,” he said, leaping up from his chair. “Fuck, no!”
The doctor shook her head. “I’m really sorry, but,” she chewed her lip. “The damage is irreparable. You—we can’t fix the damage in your wrists. I’m sorry, but you’ve overextended your quirk.”
Bakugou’s legs gave out, crashing down in his seat. She hadn’t said the next words yet, but Bakugou already knew what they were. It was impossible now to use his quirk. Not without injuring his wrists beyond belief. Then he would fuck up his hands and arms as well.
He put his head in his hands, but he held back his tears. He was so sick and tired of crying. It seemed like that was all he was able to do these days. He cried when Blood Riot and Xravity visited him, cried as he withheld calling Deku, cried patching himself up uselessly, cried as he laid in bed with his hands shaking uncontrollably by his sides.
When he finally left the doctor’s office, his eyes were puffy. His hand carrying the paperwork was quivering, making the paper flap in the wind, and he eagerly wrenched open his car door.
His doctor had told him that he was lucky he was still able to use his wrists for everyday use, just not for his quirk. But without his quirk, he was unable to become a hero. He would be forced to give up his license. His quirk was a liability now, a risk no one could depend on to fight for them. What if his explosions gave out mid-flight or mid-fight? Then he became a liability too. He would just become another civilian that needed saving.
Bakugou thumped his head on the steering wheel, feeling suddenly like all his energy was sapped, unable to move on.
He couldn’t live like this.
If he wasn’t Bakugou Katsuki, a hero, then who was he?
***
And so here he was, shutting his eyes as a beam of light signifying the contract was inlaid upon his neck by one of Blood Riot’s and Xravity’s contractors.
In the end, he was weak without his quirk. He couldn’t even stop a bank robber from getting away, the thief escaping after overpowering Bakugou with his Alpha stature. Desperate to reclaim his pride, Bakugou had tried to stop the other, but when he was hoisted to the wall with nothing more than a hand around his neck, he regretted his move. Without his quirk, he was helpless against the mountain of Alpha fangs and mutant quirks.
It was only when heroes swooped into the scene that Bakugou was let go, hacking his lungs out and rubbing his throat with one hand as he blinked dark spots out of his vision. The heroes weren’t even notable or extraordinary. That had been the biggest punch to his face. That without his quirk, he was less than ordinary in the world of heroes.
So he succumbed.
Blood Riot and Xravity’s contract was simple.
They would fix his hands through an elusive quirk healer, allowing him to stay as a hero and in exchange, he would become their Beta. They called him their mate, but Bakugou knew what he truly was: property, not unlike a pet traded around by its owners.
Someone’s hand—Blood Riot’s judging by the size—threaded through his hair and pulled his head down to lay on their shoulder. Bakugou kept his eyes closed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he grasped what he had just done.
“Shhh…”
Bakugou shifted in Blood Riot’s clasp for a brief moment, not liking the other’s tone, but he stilled when Blood Riot tightened his hold.
“Don’t worry, Katsuki,” Xravity said and he felt her place her hand on his back. “We’ll take good care of you.”
He shivered when both sides of his shirt collar were pulled to the side and two mouths kissed his bare neck. Dread dripped down his back as the teeth appeared and then—
***
“Bakugou, look at me.”
Bakugou opened his eyes and looked up at the woman whom’s feet he sat at. He was rewarded with a coo and he leaned his head back cautiously to allow Ochako to rub at his throat. He shifted in his cushion and jumped when the vibe in his naked ass jumped up in intensity by a notch.
“Ngh!”
“Good boy,” Ochako whispered, crossing her legs as she stroked her cock in her lap.
Bakugou’s eyes immediately shifted to the hardening length in her hand and gulped. Even after six months of their arrangement, he was still unprepared for the way Ochako and Kirishima so blatantly flaunted their attraction for him.
As a Beta, he never received many courtships. Couple that with his attitude and they were near nil. So when Kirishima and Ochako had taken interest in him what seemed like lifetimes ago, Bakugou had been caught off-guard and deeply lost in the honeymoon stage. Maybe that’s why when they left he was so—
The claim marks on both sides of his neck throbbed and Bakugou’s winced, train of thought interrupted as he sensed his mates’ displeasure. Right. His bonds. They could tell what he was feeling.
In truth, Bakugou wasn’t sure why Kirishima and Ochako had insisted on the claims. Sure, they could use it as a way to monitor him, but the contract quirk was the real threat. Bonds could be broken any day.
They told him it was because they loved him and Bakugou didn’t think they were lying, but even so, as a Beta, any bonds made with him were naturally easier to be severed. He just didn’t see the point in them. All they did was make him a liability; a flag villains would no doubt love to take advantage of.
Still, when he had tried to voice his complaints, they had only taken it as a challenge to re-mark him, their Alpha instincts feeling threatened by his dismissal of their bonds.
It was fair to say that Bakugou couldn’t walk the day after.
“Katsuki?” Ochako’s voice broke his thoughts. “Where are you?”
Bakugou scowled as he took in her expression: dark and impatient. “Nowhere,” he groused.
“Hmm. Then, what are you dallying for? Alpha needs her Beta.”
Bakugou huffed like it was a great chore to get up, but the smirk on Ochako’s face told him she didn’t mind. The vibe inside him made him jolt again and he glared as he stumbled, nearly falling onto her lap head-first if he hadn’t caught himself.
Ochako laughed. “Careful. You might start giving me the wrong idea.”
Bakugou growled, flashing the threat of his teeth. He didn’t care if they wanted to fuck his ass 24/7, but he was not going to suck them off. The both of them promising him one day he would only strengthened his resolve to not do so.
“Fuck off,” he hissed, his favourite phrase to use around them.
He swore as Ochako put her hands around his waist and started to tug him into straddling her lap, narrowly tripping over her as he stumbled and finally planted his knees on both sides of her thighs. “Fuck! Stupid Alpha!”
“Mmm, for that, you can pull the vibe out yourself, babe. I’ll be having a taste first.” Ochako leaned forward with a hot tongue, gliding up his tensed navel as Bakugou cursed and squirmed. Her mouth traced the skin under his pecs—his underboob—before latching onto one of his nipples without preamble.
“Fuck! You insatiable—”
Ochako flicked the setting on the remote to the vibrator inside him and Bakugou yelped, jerking in her grip as the toy jumped far many levels at once. Fuck fuck fuck, okay, he had bigger priorities. He bit his lip in concentration as he reached back with his hand, mind quickly turning hazy by the sudden appearance of so many intense sensations.
With a cry, he pinched the vibrator with two fingers and quickly wrenched it out from his hole, letting out a breathless moan as the speed of the buzzing vibe ran over his prostate too pleasurably.
“Ngh…” he tossed the slick toy onto the couch, uncaring where it fell. His asshole was sopping wet, dripping with lube that made him shudder as his hole clenched down, suddenly feeling empty.
“Done?” Ochako hummed and she bit at his nipple forcefully, causing him to curse up a storm as he grabbed at her head.
“Fucking shit! Don’t—!”
She did it again harder and Bakugou quickly bit the back of his arm to hold back his pained whine.
“Hey, what did I say?”
Ochako’s voice was authoritative and dripping in disapproval, but Bakugou couldn’t care less.
“Fuck you,” he talked back.
Of course, his Alphas had told him to never hide his noises, but like the brat he was, Bakugou didn’t want to listen. They wanted his everything and he refused to roll over like a good puppy. Even if that made him the victim of some harsh spanking sessions.
Ochako’s mood became stormy and Bakugou scowled back at her, rebuffing her attempt to make him submit.
“Get on my dick,” she snapped and the slap! that struck his ass had him shouting.
“Fuck!” He yelled and the next spank hit even harder, forcing him to cry out.
“Last chance,” she ordered and Bakugou thrashed in her lap before he got into her face and gave her double “fuck you” fingers. He snarled a loud threat. “Oh, you little shit—!”
Bakugou’s bite mark on the left side of his neck suddenly flared and he looked up just in time to see his other mate standing in the doorway. “Ah, there’s my pissy-faced baby,” Bakugou heard Kirishima say before—
“Ahh!” Bakugou screamed as Ochako grabbed his hips and slammed him down on her cock, his hands grabbing her shoulders in alarm. Ochako was ruthless, lifting and hurling him all the way down on her cock as his legs turned into jelly before a forceful thrust of her hips had him wailing and bouncing nearly off her dick. “Alpha!”
“That’s right,” Ochako goaded and the room instantly burst with her scent, no doubt enhanced by Kirishima’s competitive presence. “Who’s your Alpha!”
Tears came to Bakugou’s eyes as he was bucked up and down on her lap, sobbing his lungs out as his hole was brutalized by her possessiveness. His cock, useless and spilling, flopped about as he was fucked hard and fast, Ochako’s cock making him tear up every time his insides were bruised.
Overpowered by pheromones, he barely registered Kirishima’s presence until the other stepped behind him.
In an instant, resounding growls filled the air as Ochako and Kirishima fought for dominance, baring their fangs and claws while Bakugou was a rag doll tossing away on a cock.
“Mine,” Kirishima demanded and he seized Bakugou’s waist, making the Beta howl.
“My cock, my Beta,” Ochako countered and the two clutches around his torso tightened simultaneously.
“Alpha, Alpha,” Bakugou gasped. His head dizzied with their combined scents and the claim marks on his neck were working overtime, each sending a new surge of pleasure through his body every time one of his Alphas released a growl. His limbs became limp in their grasp and his eyes rolled back as he was tipped towards Ochako, the new angle making him convulse.
“Al-Alpha, Alpha,” he chanted in Ochako’s shoulder and he sought out her neck, gnawing as soon as he found her scent gland.
Ochako groaned and she hefted him higher on her cock, but instead of dropping him down from the new height, she paused and Bakugou blinked, confused as to why she stopped. It didn’t stop him from chewing on her neck though and as soon as a heavier heat covered his back, he was instantly alert.
His jaw dropped into a silent scream at first before his vocal cords caught up and he wailed feebly as Kirishima started to force his cock into Bakugou’s tight Beta hole alongside Ochako’s.
“K-Kiri, Kiri,” Bakugou gasped. “No, I can’t, I—”
Smack!
Bakugou yelped as he doubled over in pain. Not one, but two strikes clapped across both his asscheeks from both his Alphas.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Kirishima growled at the same time Ochako scolded, “Don’t forget who was here first, Beta.”
But Bakugou could barely concentrate on either of their words as Kirishima thrusted his hips forward and breached Bakugou by another inch, splitting him open.
“Ah! Ah!” Bakugou babbled. He felt as if he was about to tear, the pressure too immense for him to properly handle and he vaguely registered Kirishima grabbing his hands before two powerful explosions erupted from his palms.
“Be grateful,” his Alpha hissed.
Without warning, Kirishima started a punishing pace and Bakugou’s babbling turned into stammers as every rough drive of Kirishima’s hips interrupted his begging.
“P-please!” He called, “p-please! Please, please, please!”
“Please, what?” Kirishima demanded and his hips snapped into Bakugou again. “You didn’t want us to use your mouth so now we have to share.”
Bakugou screamed as the last thrust bowled him over, collapsing on Ochako as the female Alpha swore from the sudden burden.
“You—motherfucker—” was all Bakugou heard before his body lurched and he tilted back onto Kirishima’s chest. The angle changed immediately and he realized that Ochako had used her quirk to eliminate his weight. The thought was fleeting as she thrusted up and Bakugou fell weeping back on Kirishima as the force and velocity were suddenly so much faster.
“Ochako!” He choked then got cut off as Kirishima responded with his own slam of his hips.
Ochako’s eyes narrowed and that was the last thing Bakugou saw before his vision turned into a blur, the two Alphas howling and grunting as they used his body like a fleshlight, fucking into him without abandon to decimate his hungry walls.
He could feel their dicks sawing him open, grinding against each other in a quest to break him with dick alone and his breath stuttered in his heart as pops and crackles emitted weakly from his hands. His tits were bouncing like crazy and he was barely able to catch his breath, all air punctured from his lungs with every stroke of his Alphas’ brutal force. He had never felt more full before and he found himself submitting to their demands as they shoved and shaped him into any position they wished.
Before he could comprehend the pleasure electrifying his nerves into a high, Kirishima’s cock punched his prostate, then Ochako’s hit it too, and then Kirishima’s smacked it again—
—Bakugou cried as his back arched in ecstasy and his cum shot out of his pathetic cock, little dribbles of white staining his stomach. A hand came to rub it into his skin before a single word was uttered as a groan into his ear.
“Knot.”
Bakugou barely knew what was happening when he was shoved forward yet again and Kirishima yanked his hips onto his cock, eliciting a shriek from Bakugou. He could—he could feel Kirishima’s cock swelling, oh fuck, oh God. Kirishima’s knot expanded and he heard Ochako’s outcry before—
He lost consciousness.
***
When Bakugou came to, he first registered the pressure in his stomach. Then he realized that he was still being knotted. A quick peek beyond his closed eyelids told him it was Ochako who was knotting his ass and he tried to call out to her only for his hips to shift and—oh fuck. Fuck, that was a lot of cum pouring into his guts.
Ochako sighed in relief as she emptied her load into him and Bakugou covered his face with his arms as she pulled his legs to wrap around her waist. Like this, laying on the bed, it was much more comfortable than when Kirishima and Ochako had double fucked him, but even so, he could still feel every ache in his body.
“Look at that,” Ochako commented and Bakugou peeked past his fingers to see her gazing at his swelling belly, getting bigger by the second from the hose called Ochako’s dick.
He whined because his voice felt sore and raspy, words difficult to find on his tongue. He felt her touch the top of his cum pouch and whimpered as she pressed down slightly.
“Which do you think will come first?” Kirishima said out of nowhere and Bakugou turned to him, neck an awkward angle on the mattress as he tracked Kirishima’s movements until the male Alpha was standing next to the bed. “Katsuki will become pupped first or an Omega first?”
Both possibilities were impossible, but Ochako answered as if she believed in them anyway. “Hmmm, I prefer pups.” She traced a hand down his belly. “I like him as a Beta.”
Bakugou felt a little spark of arousal from being so blatantly talked about like he was an object and as he fidgeted under their touch and listened to their conversation, he realized it wasn’t really a lie.
He had his quirk. He had his job. But he was a cumdump for two villain Alphas. He was technically a criminal for associating with villains. He couldn’t even use the excuse that they forced him. He was the one who approached them, asking for his quirk.
“Are you with us?” Ochako cooed, Kirishima humming in question as well as he caressed Bakugou’s cheek with the back of his knuckles, the softest Bakugou had seen him so far. “Katsuki?”
Both of them looked at him with so much adoration and if Bakugou thought too hard at what their adoration really meant, he wouldn’t be feeling the mutual surge of warmth in his heart, but that didn’t matter anymore.
He could pretend that they were third years again, bonded and happy mates in love. He could pretend that he didn’t know the circumstances that compelled him to become their property.
All he needed to know was that he was Xravity and Blood Riot’s Beta.
What could be better than that?