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If there's something Katsuki hates from holding a concert, it's dealing with groupies who throw their clothes on the stage while he's performing.
But the thing he hates the most? When they throw their underwear which always rile Katsuki up to curse enough for a pirate to pray. His fans love when he goes feral when performing, and though rare, he's always almost at the state to snarl.
You see, the reason why he's so popular aside from talent of rapping and composing, is because he's the epitome of what a real alpha has to look like. Large arms, wide chest, cut waist, a cock so big the size of a soft drink can, everyone dreams to be pounded by the Bakugou Katsuki.
But he's an alpha, a prime to boot. Which means once he sticks his knot to some omega cunt, there's a hundred and one percent chance that he'll knock them up. So he settles for betas.
He's at the peak of his career. The least of his worries is finding an omega to mate and knock up. That's why he fucking detests when throwing clothes happens on his concerts, which is a normal occurrence now.
Because among the clothes are omegan clothes and –God forbid– omegan underwear.
Now, Katsuki has evaded all of them. Aside from none of the pieces of scented clothes really entice him, he's quick to call for staff to take those clothes off of his stage.
So when a piece of pink underwear flies to the stage, Katsuki begins to snarl. Because what the fuck, this again?
And like a virus, the idea spreads through the crowd and starts to throw their own piece of clothing to the stage.
Katsuki clicks and gestures to his personal bodyguards, Shoji and Ojiro, to come with him to the crowd. Going to the crowd at the front line is an alternative way of performing, because when Katsuki goes to the crowd, that means his staff need to clean the stage before he takes it again.
Upon seeing that Katsuki is hopping down the stairs at the side of the stage with his large beasts of bodyguards, the security at the frontline lines up to prevent the audience from ambushing Katsuki.
With a mic on his hand and a bulletproof vest that barely straps his wide torso, Katsuki emerges to the front line.
The fans scream, some even groan from the Katsuki's prime alphan scent. It's driving people crazy, especially omegas.
Katsuki clicks his tongue and points his thumb at the stage behind him without looking back.
"Y'all fuckers know I hate when y'all throw your clothes off, yeah?" He sneers. The crowd yells his name. Katsuki snarls. "Now I have to step off the stage and wait for it to get clean off of your nasty clothes, you bitches."
"Knot me, please!" Someone from the crowd yells. Katsuki rolls his eyes.
The sound system is still playing. Jirou is still playing the instrumental of his song. Denki and Momo are still second voicing the back tracks, still doing their job while Katsuki is growling at his fans that don't really care if he gets mad.
With a tone of finality, Katsuki addresses his fans again.
"You all dickers do that again and you're fucking out of the stadium!"
The crowd tones down with calling out to him. Katsuki scans his fans like a hawk. When he's satisfied and somehow assured that no throwing of clothes will happen again, he turns around.
Only for two pieces of bras to fly over his head.
Katsuki growls and turns around again to face his fans, a snarl ready on his face.
"What the fucking shit did I just say, you–"
A piece of dark green lace panty hits him straight to the face.
Now, that's not the first time Katsuki has been hit to the face with a piece of underwear. That always happens. But he's never interested, the scents have always been too sweet, too floral, or too citrusy.
But this?
Katsuki picks the underwear off of his face.
Soft to touch. The lace on the rim is not scratchy at all.
There's no scent of detergent, either. No scent of fabric conditioner.
Just pure omegan scent of cherry blossom with hints of dried cinnamon and mint.
What a fucking amazing mix of scents.
Katsuki twirls the underwear back and forth, inspecting the soft fabric and the silk tag for washing instruction at the back waist rim.
100 percent cotton. Custom made.
Okay. That's...
Katsuki was a pup, is an alphan pride of two designer parents. So he knows that haute couture fits are common for people of fashion.
But a custom made underwear?
Katsuki licks his upper row teeth, his menacing grin showing up.
"Ayo.." he addresses the crowd again, eyes not straying away from the underwear. "Who the fuck own this?"
The crowd yells. Multiple hands wave, screaming that they own the undergarments.
Katsuki grips his mic with a new found determination.
"You all fuckers find me at the backstage after the con, Imma need to know who owns this so I can knot and knock them up!"
Then, Katsuki puts on a show of sniffing the fabric before he sticks it on his cargo pants' pocket, ignoring the deafening scream of his fans.
Whoever owns this underwear, he needs to find him.
Maybe, it's time for Katsuki to knot an omega cunt and knock them up.
•••
The remainder of the concert goes without a dull moment.
Katsuki, who found a new ecstasy courtesy of the green laced undergarments currently on his cargo pant's pocket, performed growling and almost feral state like.
Fans ate that out. Multiple people from the crowd are bare from the top.
A lot of clothes are thrown again on the stage, but this time Katsuki let them scatter on the stage.
After the concert, Katsuki is escorted backstage by both Shoji and Ojiro.
The prime alpha doesn't waste any time and meets with his manager, Miruko, who is scowling at a group of staff.
Katsuki gets near enough to hear what the female alpha is sneering about.
"You all shits need to find who that omega is! Don't you all realize how an omega cunt is better than any blockers out there?!" Miruko snaps at a burly alpha staff. "I need some fucking help here!"
"Hey!" Katsuki makes his appearance known.
Miruko sends him a glare. "Oh now, you're here."
Katsuki scowls and crosses his arms over his busty alphan chest.
"Did you find the omega?"
"I'm fucking trying! We're filtering the omegas now at the exit! You said it smells like cherry blossom?"
Katsuki nods eagerly. "And dry wood and mind. Something like that."
Miruko sighs and pinches her nose bridge. Then he beckons the prime alpha to follow her.
Katsuki follows the female alpha to the open area just outside the backstage.
When Miruko opens the door, Katsuki is slapped by tens of different scents of cherry blossom.
They smell all the same, but the pungent woody and mint scent from the underwear is absent. Katsuki can feel his inner prime snarling at the multiple scents but the one he really craves for is missing.
"Smell them," Miruko tells him.
Katsuki sends his manager a judging look. "What the fuck?!"
"You can't expect them to be honest if you're just going to ask them if they own the underwear, you fucker."
At that, albeit not wanting to do it, Katsuki strides to the flock of omegas camping at the front of a table wherein Denki is cheerily mingling with the omegas.
Katsuki groans an irritated one from his throat, gaining the attention of the omegas, majority of them swooning already.
Without a word, Katsuki fists the first omega's nape he sees and leans in, sniffing the gland, ignoring the sudden spike of lustful scent of slick from the omegas.
It's not it. Katsuki frustratedly pushes the omega aside and pulls the next one, teeth gritting when the woody and mint scent is nowhere to smell.
Katsuki pushes the omega to Denki, his omega friend and back up singer catching the poor whimpering omega.
The prime alpha barely cares. He fucking need to find that omega or else his alpha inside will unleash itself and the last thing Katsuki wants is to go severe feral state just because he couldn't fuck that cunt.
Katsuki is just sniffing another male omega when another pair of omegas walk towards them.
One of them is Momo –Katsuki's another omega back-up singer– and with her is a male omega.
Denki makes a whiny noise. "That's the last omega?"
Momo shrugs. "I'm not sure. They're still filtering hundreds of fans outside."
Denki tips his head back and groans. "I wanna go home!"
Momo chirps. "We'll be drinking, though!"
Right. Just like a tradition after a concert, they always have an after-party where betas get shit faced, alphas fuck betas and omegas on a vip room, and omegas get knotted on bathroom stalls.
It's a surprise that in all of Katsuki's career life span, he hasn't seen a public orgy. He walked in on alphas, betas, and omegas fucking.
But it's only logical that they are still discrete about fucking. Public claiming is still a thing for prime status.
Fuck, if Katsuki's fucking this omega, he has a choice to do it in front of everyone, huh?
Ignoring the mention of the party, Katsuki pushes the male omega he's gripping on the nape and stomps towards Momo.
The omega with Momo snapped its head to Katsuki, a pair of shiny emerald wide eyes watching him in shock and awe.
Momo and Denki see him, waves at him but he ignores both of them. His eyes are on the small omega.
Fuck, this one's barely reaching Katsuki's shoulder. He can smother this little omega's face on his chest.
And just by the scent of slick coming from the omega, that will be very much appreciated.
Katsuki growls a quiet one, and then grips the small omega's hair on the nape.
Green that is almost dark, so silky that his hair shines. Katsuki brings the omega's face closer to inspect, the omega's short limbs not enough to support the alpha's demand and tip toes.
Freckles. Too much freckles. Small mouth with plump lips. Katsuki looks down.
Little omega is wearing a oriental towels brassière by marine serre in green, covering a small amount of skin. He's also wearing a loverboy checkered skirt. And a fucking pair of chanel sandals.
Omega is a fucking nepo baby or something? Katsuki grips the silky hair, the omega groaning lightly and then flushes.
"Oh.. Oh my God, Bakugou-san is gripping my hair," the omega exhales, eyes dilated.
Katsuki tips his nose towards the exposed neck of the omega. And inhales the oil secreting from the omega's scent gland.
And fuck, yeah, there it is.
The cherry blossom, mixed with woody and minty aroma.
Katsuki growls and digs his face on the neck, the omega moaning at the feeling of the alpha's face near his glands.
When Katsuki's made sure that he got the right omega, he doesn't bother acknowledging his friends, and tugs the omega with him.
He glares at Miruko who is grinning like a devil to him, and pulls the omega with him to enter the back stage again.
The omega stumbles behind him, Katsuki glaring at both Shoji and Ojiro when his bodyguards dare to suggest for help or anything.
At the nearest wall, Katsuki slams the omega. The staffs walking at the hallway stop on their way, turning on the other way at the stench of alphan mating pheromones and omegan fertile pheromones.
Without asking, Katsuki pulls the omega's skirt up, exposing his bare and slicked pussy.
Other alphans' lustful scent fills the hallway, and Katsuki turns to the other staffs and growls at them.
"What you all fuckers want?!" He snaps.
Few of them look away and decide to fully scramble away, while a handful are trying to look at the omega.
While staring at the betas and alphas trying to get a look of the omega's face, Katsuki slips a hand in between the omega's thighs.
The reaction is immediate. Omega crooks and his thighs split away a little, giving access to Katsuki's exploring hand.
He turns to the omega, watching his green eyes glistening and lips gaping to let out small exhales of abrupt pleasure.
Katsuki hums at the pussy lips, soaking wet, the flat of his fingers playing with the folds and the heel of his palm rubbing the clit.
And fuck, okay, he hasn't fucked an omegan cunt before, but he's fucked betan cunt before. Few betan ass, too.
He thought there's no difference with them, at all. A cunt is a cunt.
Apparently, he's wrong. Because he can feel how tight the pussy hole is, it's almost close and only a slit.
Fuck, how is he going to put a finger there, let alone his mine inches cock and a fist size knot?
It's just too impossible.
"Hey, dots," Katsuki calls out to the alphan pheromone drunk omega. "What's ya name?"
The omega gasps, riding Katsuki's palm. "Oh god, Bakugou-san is asking what's my name! Oh~ ah, ah, my clit's so sensitive.. I'm a big fan!"
Katsuki snickers at the bubbling omega. "Big? You're a fucking nugget!"
"Hnnggg!" The omega whines. "I-I'm Izuku.. But I can be your nugget! Oh, God, your finger's thick! My pussy will lock that in!"
Katsuki hisses and pokes a finger on the slit, gingerly rubbing his middle finger, collecting slicks.
Shit's addicting. Better than any illegal items out there.
"Shut, I'm gonna fuck your womb full of my nuts," he growls under his breath, his middle finger breaching the tight pussy.
Izuku huffs, mouth agape, more slick leaking.
"Oh~ oh, oh, oh, that's… Kacchan, that's so big…"
Katsuki tilts his head aside, cocking a brow, and that seems like a turn on to Izuku because the omega is suddenly riding his finger.
In a fucking hallway.
Katsuki's gonna fuck this little omega pregnant, claim him, ruin him for everyone else.
"Kacchan, huh?" he taunts, adding his ring finger, and groans when he needs a bit more force just to push his fingertip.
"Ah, ah, ah! Yes! Kacchan, Kacchan! Alpha Kacchan!" the omega babbles, eyes not seeing and the corner of his mouth wet from drool.
"Yeah? You wanna get fucked by Kacchan? Your alpha?"
The omega groans, long and whiny. "Yeah! Yeah, yeah, my alpha! Oh, oh, your fingers are huge! I'm gonna come!"
Katsuki licks his lower lip at that, feeling a warmth spreading on his skin. He looks down on his hand he's using to finger fuck the omega, and slows down when he sees a trickle of red mixing with the translucent slick.
Fuck.
"You a fucking virgin?!" he snaps.
The omega shakes his head frantically. "No! No, I– always with betas. Never knotted before."
Well, another fuck for Katsuki.
He's gonna show him what being knotted is.
Katsuki's fucking the cunt now with three fingers, his chunky titanium rings making Izuku whine.
"You know, I think tons of fuckers already walked in on us," he mumbles, his nose tip running on the omega's freckled cheek.
"Haa~ Okay. It's okay.. Kacchan's a prime. Oh god, so deep~ Kacchan can- Kacchan can fuck me outside."
Katsuki hums in appraisal. "Such a good omega. Such a baby girl."
Izuku whimpers, his small body rocking up and down on the thick fingers. "Yes! I'm Kacchan's baby girl! Kacchan! Kacchan's baby girl!"
Katsuki leans in, and licks the omega's lips. Izuku keens and opens his mouth, shy tongue poking.
The alpha, feeling the warm soft muscle of the omega's tongue, swallows it. His mouth covers Izuku's.
It's obvious how overstimulated the omega is. He probably came a handful of times now, with how wet Katsuki's hand is to the point that Izuku's wet thighs are beyond salvation.
The drops of slick on the floor is an indication enough of how wet the omega is. And Katsuki hadn't fuck him yet.
Amidst kissing, multiple footsteps interrupt them. Not that Izuku would go away, for the omega clings to Katsuki and starts to lick his neck, tip toeing to reach his throat.
Eijirou emerges from the corner, halting when he sees Katsuki's protective hold on the little omega.
Eijirou –one of Katsuki's big bodyguards– raises both hands and tilts his head aside to show submission to the prime alpha.
"What the fuck do you need?" Katsuki snaps.
"Party's on going," Eijirou informs. "We gonna need you there, man. You're the main event."
Katsuki tilts his head a little, and picks the omega up, Izuku humming and too happy to get picked up and having more access to maul the alpha's neck.
Katsuki starts to walk outside, ignoring the looks they get and the obvious scent of sex swirling around him and Izuku.
The club –a walking distance and also inside the stadium– is already filled with betas, alphas, and omegas.
Katsuki doesn't even look at the bouncer, knowing that he's known to rent the whole stadium for this concert and strides deeper into the club.
SVIP concert goers are also permitted access into the club, so it's packed.
Not that Katsuki minds.
Eyes follow them as Katsuki walks towards his table and drops the omega, leaning in to hover the little body, and devours the small mouth.
Izuku groans at the kiss, and giggles when Katsuki leans back to lick the omega's scent glands.
"We gotta need to open you up real good, yeah?" he mumbles to the omega who nods obediently to him.
Katsuki touches the omega under the thick thighs and bends the flawless limbs; Katsuki now opening the omega up with each of his hands handling the omega on each under knee.
He licks the inner thigh, wet from slicks, and Katsuki groans loudly at his first taste of omegan slick.
Tastes like fucking lychee, underwhelmingly sweet but naturally fruity. Katsuki doesn't waste any time and dives onto the cunt, Izuku wailed moan, too muted to Katsuki's slick drunk alphan brain.
He tongues the glob of slick, brows furrowing from concentration and lost to the taste of the slick.
Dainty fingers reach to his hair, gripping as the small hips start to ride his face. Katsuki hums in appreciation, his hands running down to hold the omega from under the thighs; fingers gripping the freckled thighs.
"Ah, ah, ah! Alpha! Ah! Kacchan! Kacchan, feels good!" Izuku babbles, voice gurgled.
Katsuki sucks the cunt enthusiastically before detaching his slick coated mouth off of the omega's cunt.
He looks up at the omega, and Katsuki chants to his brain that this omega is his already, it doesn't matter how pretty Izuku is and how many eyes are feasting on it now.
They can look, but only Katsuki can have a taste.
Izuku is heaving, eyes droopy, drools pooling on the corner of his mouth.
Katsuki smirks and licks the cunt again. Izuku cries tiredly, too overstimulated already.
A hand pats Katsuki on the back, and the alpha licks the omega's clit before leaning back to see Eijirou looking at his omega; the red haired alpha's eyes flooded with envious and lust but still coherent.
Eijirou hands him an uncapped bottle of cold beer, which Katsuki takes. He rubs the omega's plank gently, freckled thighs locking Katsuki at the waist.
"You're gonna send that omega into heat," Eijirou observes.
Katsuki watches the other alpha with lidded eyes, head tipping back to gulp the beer. Droplets trickle down from the corner of Katsuki's mouth. He drinks the beer to half, then bumps the bottle into Eijirou's chest.
"Eyes off my bitch, fucker."
The other alpha nods and takes the bottle without another word, putting it on the table.
Katsuki unzips his cargo pants, hissing when his cock springs out of his underwear. He moans loudly, getting the omega's attention.
Seems like Izuku got a little clear headed, and it shows when he stares and drinks up Katsuki's cock.
To satiate the omega more, Katsuki takes his black shirt off, leaving the dog tag necklace on his hickeyed neck.
He gathers enough slick from the omega's cunt, and Izuku does nothing but bite his thumb while he watches the alpha slick his cock.
Katsuki pokes his cockhead on the hole, now open from thorough preparation.
He thrusts, popping his head on the cunt, and Izuku leans on his elbows to see the big cock slowly fucks into him.
"You're so big.." Izuku mumbles and gulps. "That'll hurt."
Katsuki grins, hips snapping inch by inch, slowly feeding his cock into the cunt.
"Nah, you were made for me, Izuku," Katsuki drawls, loving the way Izuku's scent spikes up sweetly. "You were born to take my cock. You were born to be my omega."
Izuku whimpers, nodding when Katsuki's cock breaches his cunt to the hilt.
Slicks gathers at the base of Katsuki's cock, and that's enough to ease the friction of cock to pussy hole, making Izuku mewl at the sensation of getting fucked by a prime alpha.
Few thrusts and Izuku's already fucking himself on the cock, eyes glittery while staring at Katsuki.
When Katsuki starts to thrust with a pace, Izuku moans, eyes lidded.
"Alpha.. Alpha, will you please– Ah! Ah! So good!"
Katsuki grins, hips snapping to Izuku's wide ones.
"Will I do what?" he asks, breath ragged.
"Pregnant! Give me pup! Will you?"
Izuku's so cock drunk, and Katsuki's ego inflates when the omega suddenly trembles, climaxing at the onslaught of thrusts from the alpha.
"Oh, I'll give you more than a pup," he promises.
Katsuki halts from thrusting, pulls out and takes the now lukewarm beer that Eijirou somehow left for Katsuki.
The alpha takes a gulp, and then tips down to kiss the omega, passing the beer into the omega's mouth.
Izuku moans out loud, hands running through Katsuki's ripped upper body.
Katsuki notices that Izuku's warm, and that's when he realized that he fucked the omega into heat.
Huh.
Arranging the omega by pulling the hips almost at the edge of the table, Katsuki thrusts again. He sighs in relief, and does not wait a second to jackhammer his cock onto the cunt.
Izuku howls, hands scrambling onto Katsuki's shoulders.
Katsuki sneers at how fucking hot his omega is, Izuku's mouth agape while taking the dicking like he's really made to get fucked by Katsuki only.
The alpha looks at the ceiling, eyes lidding from how good the pussy is. A pussy to fucking die for.
Katsuki opens his eyes, and sees that the people in the club not to subtly watch how he fucks his omega.
The sound of Izuku's cries, choked moans, his body bobbing up and down from the fucking.
Katsuki can feel his knot growing, so with a growl, he pushes Izuku's thighs down onto mating press, the omega gasping so loud from the stretch and how deep Katsuki can really reach.
"Oh, oh," Izuku mutters, Katsuki nudges his growing knot on the pussy hole. "That's.., alpha, that's gonna break my pussy– ah! Ah! Ah!"
Katsuki thrusts brutally. "That's the fucking plan!"
Izuku is full on crying now, whole body trembling as his navel shows bumps of Katsuki's cock fucking from the cunt.
"Shit, pussy's so fucking good, fuck," Katsuki snarls.
Izuku's near to another orgasm, and Katsuki watches as the omega's tongue lolls out.
And if Katsuki thinks that Izuku can't be more perfect, riding his fingers to orgasm earlier, it's nothing compared to what Izuku tips into mind numbing orgasm this time.
Because when Katsuki dog tag necklace starts to hit Izuku's face because of the brutal fucking, that's when Izuku's moan starts to get really loud.
His tongue licks the dogtag pendant everytime it bumps into his lips, cunt tightening.
The sight of Izuku getting fucked in the head just because of dogtag brings Katsuki to a ecstasy like orgasm.
He thrusts fast, knot punching on the tight pussy. Gradual will not do. It will just not.
With that in mind, Katsuki bullies his knot on the tight cunt, alphan fangs clamping tight on the omega's scent glands. Izuku's wild cries and loud gasps fill the club.
Katsuki leans back, heaving, combing his hair back. Izuku's a breath away to passing out.
He's cunt locked, his knot still pumping nuts after nuts onto the fertile womb.
Katsuki exhales and looks around the club. He doesn't even register that the whole club is buzzing in a loud sound system, too drunk with Izuku's cunt.
"Dude…"
Katsuki looks back to Jirou who's grimacing at the size of the knot and the tight cunt.
"Need another beer?" The beta girl asks.
Katsuki picks the omega who has his knot cunt locked; passed out from a good dicking.
The alpha walks to the nearest VIP section with a couch; kicking out two extra omegas making out and slumps on the couch. He arranges the omega into the most comfortable position; asleep on his lap, cockwarming his knot.
Katsuki closes his eyes, fatigue of holding a concert and knotting an omega into heat and possibly pregnancy catching up to him.
"Yeah," he replies. "Need another fucking beer."