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Bakugou’s heavy footsteps echoed through the cold corridors of the agency like the sound of distant thunder, breaking through the silence of the early morning. He didn’t need to be there — it wasn’t his shift, it wasn’t his case — but fuck it. He needed to see it with his own eyes. He was finally there.
Deku.
The damn villain.
The League of Villains had been defeated months ago, but the damn nerd had only now been captured, which pissed Bakugou off more than anything. How the hell had an omega, quirkless, become this? How had someone he’d spent his whole life calling useless, weak, become the greatest enemy of heroes? It was the damn question he kept repeating in his head for years, but never came up with an answer that made any sense.
The last time Bakugou had exchanged words with Izuku was back in middle school. A whole lifetime ago. It was around the time his mother died. Inko, the woman who had cared for the nerd like he was the most precious thing in the world, died in a stupid accident, and Deku... well, he broke. It was right after that the nerd presented as an omega, and Bakugou couldn’t have been more satisfied. An omega, for fuck's sake. It was clear that Deku had to be that. Weak, submissive, someone made to follow orders, always. Katsuki couldn’t understand why the nerd never fought back when he was being an asshole to him. Why didn’t you stand up to me, you damn nerd? That only made him angrier. More unsatisfied.
But after his mother’s death, everything changed in a way Bakugou never imagined. Deku was pulled out of school, thrown into one of those shelters for orphaned omegas or sold off to the government, which, to Bakugou, was the biggest bullshit he had ever seen. Those places were like dumping grounds for fragile kids, orphaned or abandoned for being omegas, waiting to be picked by some random alpha at the so-called ‘pairing houses.’ A load of crap.
Mitsuki, Bakugou’s mom, even tried to take care of the nerd to honor the friendship she had with Inko. She made calls, pulled strings, sent people after him, but nothing worked. The government took Deku by force. The day after his mother’s funeral, he was taken, and Bakugou never saw the nerd again. Did he look for him? Of course he did. But time passed, and his anger only grew.
Then, at 17, he found him again.
A battlefield, chaos all around, and there he was: Deku, dressed in a messed-up dark green and black uniform, with no damn light in his eyes. The emptiness in him made Katsuki stop for a second, like something had crushed his chest from the inside. The nerd had become one of the top villains of the LoV. Faster than anyone could have predicted. More dangerous than Bakugou wanted to admit. He was no longer that weak, crying, useless kid. Only emptiness, a calculated gaze. And that messed with Bakugou in a way he hated to admit.
Deep down, he felt something sink, crush, and fill him with a weight he had never carried before. How the hell did this happen?
Bakugou gritted his teeth, clenching his fists. He hated everything about it. Hated Deku for becoming this. Hated himself for still caring. And now, finally, the nerd was behind bars, where he always should have been. And Katsuki was there because he had to see. He needed to look at the bastard one last time. He needed to understand. He needed... to settle this.
Bakugou pushed open the interrogation room door with so much force it slammed against the wall, echoing through the cramped space. The room was a mess, full of heroes coming and going, papers scattered on all the desks, folders open, files thrown around. The air smelled of old coffee and tension.
Inside the room were Aizawa, Hitoshi, and Best Jeanist, three damn betas who, at that moment, felt more like obstacles than allies. Bakugou felt the air grow even thicker with his arrival, but he didn’t care. His presence had always been a burden on others, as he carried a strength he never bothered to hide — especially when he was pissed off.
— What are you doing here, Bakugou? — Aizawa turned, eyes as tired as ever. Katsuki scoffed, dismissing the beta’s question and his former teacher’s concern.
— Where is he? — the alpha growled, his tone deep, almost animalistic. He could feel his alpha pheromones starting to leak from his body, flooding the room with a dominant pressure, suffocating anyone who wasn’t strong enough to resist.
Hitoshi, who stood near Aizawa, frowned, clearly uncomfortable, but stayed quiet. Best Jeanist, on the other hand, decided to butt in, as usual.
— Bakugou, this case isn’t yours, — Jeanist cut in with cold authority, but Katsuki saw the slight hardening in his eyes. He felt the slight tremor in the air as the betas present began to react to the pheromones he was releasing. The space was already small, and now it was becoming suffocating.
Bakugou took a step forward, his jaw clenched, completely ignoring Jeanist’s words. It wasn’t his case? To hell with the rules. He wasn’t the type to let bureaucracy or stupid orders dictate his actions, and especially not now, with that damn Deku locked up somewhere.
— Fuck the case, I asked where he is, — Katsuki growled, taking another step forward, his entire body exuding the strong scent of an alpha.
He could feel the atmosphere shift completely, the tension rising. It wasn’t just him who was uncomfortable. The betas in the room started shifting, one of them coughed nervously, trying not to look directly at him. Jeanist narrowed his eyes, but didn’t back down. Aizawa watched the scene with his usual calm, but Bakugou knew he was ready to step in if things escalated.
— This goes against protocol, Bakugou, — Jeanist said, his voice still controlled, but with a slight tremor. Katsuki knew he was pushing things here, and he wanted to. He knew releasing pheromones like this, physically pressuring others, was technically a violation, but screw it. He was tired of rules.
— If you keep this up, you’ll be removed by force. — Aizawa said, crossing his arms, already slightly trembling.
Bakugou laughed, a dry, humorless laugh.
— I’d like to see them try — he spat, his eyes sparking with rage. The room seemed to grow smaller with each passing second, the air heavier, and his pheromones filled the space. He knew what he was doing. The betas around him were starting to sweat, the tension in the air palpable.
But he didn’t care. He wanted one thing.
Deku.
Bakugou took another step forward, his eyes fixed on Jeanist.
— Tell me where he is. Now. — Bakugou growled the command, raw and laced with an alpha dominance that was impossible to ignore.
Jeanist tried to resist. Bakugou saw the slight tremor in his posture, his hands discreetly balling into fists at his sides, but it was useless. The pressure Katsuki exuded in the room was overwhelming, suffocating, like a weight pressing down on everyone’s chest. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was dominant. And he wanted answers.
— In the containment room. — Jeanist finally said, his breath faltering, his control breaking under the weight of Bakugou’s command.
That was all Katsuki needed. Without wasting any time, he shoved the betas in front of him aside as if they were nothing, moving with the determination of a runaway train, his footsteps echoing off the walls. No one dared to try and stop him — they weren’t stupid. Anyone who tried to intervene at that moment was signing their own death warrant.
He crossed the room with blind focus, his heart pounding in his chest, but his face impassive, anger simmering beneath his skin. Deku. Every fiber of his being screamed that name, driven by the need to see that damn nerd up close, to understand how things had come to this.
Bakugou opened the small door at the back of the room and entered the containment area. The space was small, claustrophobic, the metal walls cold and impersonal. There was a simple table in the center, illuminated by a single yellowed lamp hanging from the ceiling, casting shadows across the room. But what really mattered, what made Katsuki’s stomach clench in a way he hated, was who was sitting there.
The first thing that hit Katsuki as soon as the tranquilizer fog began to dissipate was the smell — or lack thereof. Deku’s pheromones were suppressed, almost nonexistent, masked by an artificial layer of neutrality. It was standard procedure for containing captured omegas, but it only irritated Bakugou more.
Then came the second thing. The scent of other alphas. Faint, dispersed, but unmistakable. There had been enough time for the odor of other males to mark the space. Every cell in Katsuki’s body ignited with fury. Other alphas… here. Near Deku.
Something inside him snapped, deep and visceral, a wave of possessiveness that almost made him growl aloud. This was unacceptable. It didn’t matter that Izuku was a prisoner; no one had the right to be near that damn nerd. And especially not to leave their scents clinging to the place where he was.
Katsuki clenched his fists, his teeth grinding so hard he felt a crack in his jaw. This place was an affront. Every smell, every trace of another alpha in there, his alpha instincts perceived as a mark of invasion.
And then, Deku.
Izuku was tied to the metal chair, his wrists and ankles bound by thick cuffs, impossible to break free from.
Deku looked like hell.
Beaten. Dirty. His face was covered in cuts that seemed recent, dried blood running down his pale, freckled skin, leaving marks that highlighted the deep bruises. One eye was swollen and purple, almost shut, giving the impression he had been hit from all sides. The dark uniform that once looked so imposing was now in tatters, torn and covered in dried blood and grime. Bakugou couldn’t sense his pheromones either. "Was he on suppressants?" the alpha wondered.
Katsuki closed the door behind him with a dry snap, the sound echoing in the small room like a gunshot. He felt his heart hammering in his chest, the pulse so strong it felt like it might explode. Damn it, he hated what this did to him. Hated the way, for a second, he felt his throat tighten at the sight of Deku’s pitiful state. Why the hell did this affect him so much, damn it?!
But he wouldn’t let it show. He couldn’t let it show. He took a deep breath, controlling the turmoil inside, and kept his face rigid, his expression hard as stone. He hated what he felt. He hated Deku for making him feel this way.
He took a step forward, the sound of his boots against the floor echoing in the small, suffocating room. The silence between them was stifling. Katsuki stared at Deku, but the bastard didn’t even move, not bothering to lift his head. There was no reaction at all, as if he had already been defeated. And that… that enraged him even more.
— Lift your damn head, Deku — Bakugou growled, his voice low and dripping with venom. The tension in the air was palpable, like something was about to explode.
Izuku didn’t react immediately, and that made Bakugou clench his fists, his whole body vibrating with rage and confusion. The same damn nerd he hated for being weak… was now in front of him as one of the greatest villains he had ever faced. Seeing Deku like this — broken, wounded, almost unrecognizable — was something Katsuki simply couldn’t process. Damn it, he hated the bastard.
After several seconds of silence that felt like an eternity, Deku finally raised his head. But it wasn’t just any way. It was slow, calculated, theatrical, deliberately trying to provoke. He threw his neck back exaggeratedly, like someone bored, showing off that damn thick iron choker that covered almost his entire neck. The cold, merciless metal, a clear mark of his omega status. To anyone who entered that room, it was obvious what he was. A captured and humiliated omega criminal. But the bastard didn’t seem to care.
Izuku smiled — weak and cracked, with one corner of his mouth swollen and stained with dried blood. And when he opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and broken, either from overuse or pain, came the damn phrase Katsuki hated to hear:
— You finally caught me, Kacchan.
The voice was low and mocking. Damn bastard. Just hearing that nickname come out of Deku’s mouth made every muscle in Bakugou’s body tense, like a wire about to snap inside him. The words echoed in Katsuki’s head like a slap in the face.
Bakugou let out a guttural growl, low and deep, reverberating through the small room. The sound came from within him with such intensity it made his ribs vibrate. How dare this bastard? He gritted his teeth so hard it felt like his jaw would crack, his eyes burning with pure fury. His anger was so concentrated that his alpha pheromones began to spread throughout the room, a suffocating and dense wave that anyone would feel as an invisible weight.
But not Deku. Deku didn’t react at all. If he reacted at all, the bastard had incredible self-control.
That made Bakugou’s head explode internally. His pheromones were out of control, the room felt charged, heavy, oppressive — but Deku just sat there, impassive, with a cynical smile.
— You’re a piece of shit... — Bakugou hissed, his tone low, loaded with venom he could barely contain. Each word was a bullet, fired with the fury that had been building up inside him. — And you still have the nerve to talk to me like that, Deku? After everything?
Izuku kept that cynical and apathetic smile, as if mocking any attempt at intimidation. And that only fueled Bakugou’s anger even more.
The alpha felt his chest swell with a rage he could barely control. Damn, this bastard… Everything inside him screamed to lash out and wipe that smug smile off Deku’s face. He hated what Izuku made him feel. Hated the confusion that damn omega threw at him like a wave that never stopped.
Then came the provocation. Cold, direct. As if Deku had stripped all emotion from his body and was using what remained to stab Bakugou on purpose.
— Why do you care? It’s over. — The omega’s voice was calm, apathetic, but heavy with a grim seriousness. He raised his swollen eyes and stared at Bakugou. — You won, Kacchan.
“Won?” Bakugou almost laughed from how angry he was. “This isn’t a victory. There’s nothing here to celebrate, not a damn thing.”
With a muffled roar, Katsuki exploded the empty chair in front of him, sparks from his quirk lighting up the small room for a second. The sound of the chair breaking into pieces echoed off the walls, but Deku only blinked, as if watching something trivial, without reaction. Without fear. As if nothing Katsuki did mattered anymore.
That infuriating apathy… Bastard.
— YOU PIECE OF SHIT! — Bakugou roared, lowering himself to Deku’s eye level, his gaze burning with pure hatred. His breathing heavy, he stared at the omega as if he could burn him right there with the sheer force of his fury.
But there was nothing. No reaction from Izuku. He just stayed there, looking back, impassive. Katsuki didn’t see this as a victory. He couldn’t. Not when everything inside him was a fucking unsolvable chaos. It had always been this way with Deku. That nerd had always been a damn storm in his thoughts, an enigma that drove him insane. And that was exactly why he had been pulled off the mission to capture the omega. They knew. They knew he couldn’t handle it.
Before Bakugou could scream or do anything else, the door to the room opened with a sharp snap. Aizawa entered, his expression cold and controlled.
— Bakugou, I’m going to ask you to leave. Now. — The beta’s voice was low and firm. — Before I have to take extreme measures.
Katsuki clenched his teeth so hard he thought they might break. His hands balled into fists, trembling with rage as he straightened up, casting a furious look at the hero standing in the doorway. A beta. He could crush him right there if he wanted to, but he knew there were limits. Even as a dominant alpha, there were punishments he couldn’t escape.
Without saying another word, Bakugou stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like hammer blows. He couldn’t stay there. He couldn’t do anything. And that made him even angrier. “Damn it, Aizawa. Damn it, Deku.” Every fiber of his being wanted to keep going, to scream, to punch something — but he knew that would only sink him further.
Now outside, Katsuki stopped in the interrogation room, his hands still trembling with rage. His eyes burned, fixed on the wall, but his mind was in chaos, filled with doubts and feelings he hated facing. Why did everything always end up like this when that damn Deku was involved?
— Hey, Jeanist. — Bakugou called out, his voice still thick with restrained anger, his eyes narrowed, not even bothering to turn and face the other hero. — What are they going to do with him?
Best Jeanist looked at Katsuki for a moment, his expression serious.
— What happens to criminal omegas. — Jeanist said, his voice low but direct.
Bakugou turned to face him, his face tense. He knew what that meant, but he needed to hear it. He needed confirmation, even if it made him angrier.
— They’re mistreated in prison, Bakugou. — Jeanist continued, his gaze serious. — But because they’re omegas, they’re still considered valuable to society. They can’t just get rid of him. That’s not how it works. Omegas are rare, you know that. The government won’t waste a resource like Deku.
Resource.
The word hit Bakugou like a punch to the gut. Jeanist went on, without changing his tone of voice:
— He’ll be sent to one of the pairing houses. Paired with an alpha who pays the most to the government.
Pairing houses. Bakugou knew the system well. Omegas who fell into crime or were deemed useless were discarded to be marked and paired with wealthy alphas, who treated them as mere breeding tools. A life without dignity, without choice. Deku would be thrown into that hell.
The anger inside Katsuki grew like an uncontrollable fire. His nails dug so deep into his palms that blood began to drip, but he barely noticed. No. He wasn’t going to let that happen again. They had already taken Deku away from him once, and it nearly broke him. Now? Now he wasn’t going to allow it.
Katsuki was one step away from losing control. He felt the wildness pulsing in his veins, the hot blood rushing like lava, burning away his self-control. Feral. He could feel it approaching, that loss of rationality, the imminent explosion. The first time he had almost gone over the edge was when the government took Deku away, when they were still teenagers. And now, they were about to rip Izuku away again. This time, to throw him like an object into the hands of any rich alpha who could pay. That wasn’t going to happen. Not this time.
Without realizing it, Bakugou began releasing alpha pheromones with an intensity none of the people present had ever felt. The room, which had been filled with murmurs and movement before, fell into complete silence. The pressure in the air was overwhelming, suffocating. The betas still standing barely managed to react before collapsing to the ground, unable to withstand the brutal weight of Bakugou’s energy. He was no longer aware of his own limits. He was slipping into feral mode.
With a swift, uncontrollable movement, Bakugou lunged at Best Jeanist. His eyes were completely wild, devoid of any trace of reason. He grabbed Jeanist’s neck with such force that he lifted him off the ground and, in a single motion, slammed him to the floor like a toy. Bakugou kneeled over him, his expression more feral and threatening than anyone there had ever seen.
— I WON’T LET THIS HAPPEN! — Bakugou roared, his voice guttural, unrecognizable with so much fury. His face was inches from Jeanist’s, and the dominant alpha he was seemed to radiate pure violence, a raw, primal energy.
Jeanist, unable to move a muscle, remained still. His body trembled under the weight of Bakugou’s aura, his eyes wide. He knew that, in this state, any wrong move could be fatal. Even as one of the most experienced heroes, Jeanist was completely paralyzed by the overwhelming pressure of Bakugou’s alpha aura.
Katsuki shoved Jeanist aside with a rough push, his gaze still fixed on the hero, who remained silent, not daring to say a word. In one swift, unhesitating movement, Bakugou grabbed the keys to Deku’s handcuffs from Jeanist’s belt.
The feral alpha marched toward the containment room like an enraged predator, his veins pulsing, each step a warning that something terrible was about to happen. He opened the door with a deafening roar, his pheromones still dominating the environment, invading every corner of the small room.
Izuku slowly lifted his gaze, as if he already knew he was there. There was a strange glint in his eyes, something that mixed exhaustion, apathy, and a hint of provocation. Even injured, dirty, and cuffed, the bastard didn’t seem intimidated. Not in the way an omega should be. The instinctive response any other would have in the presence of a feral alpha simply wasn’t there in Izuku.
But the damn omega pheromones, even though clearly suppressed, only drove Bakugou crazier.
— So, this is it? Are you going to kill me now, Kacchan? — Izuku asked, his voice low and raspy.
Bakugou stepped closer, his teeth clenched, grinding, while his eyes burned with an intensity that could incinerate anything. “Why do you always do this, Deku?” he thought, but he couldn’t say it. He didn’t know how to put the confusion and anger that Deku always stirred in him into words.
— Shut the fuck up, Deku! — Katsuki roared, the sound coming out like a beast’s growl, his hand going straight for the cuffs that bound Izuku’s wrists to the table. He unlocked them with brutal speed, his gaze never leaving the other’s.
Deku paused for a moment, looking confused, but then a hollow smile appeared on his cracked lips. Katsuki was one step away from exploding, his muscles trembled with tension, his vision blurred from so much hatred and confusion. Why did he always have to mess with his head like this? Why did every word from that bastard always feel like poison, invading every part of him, making him even angrier, even more lost?
As he unlocked Izuku’s cuffs, the omega’s body remained still. And then came that damned voice, hoarse but calm. Provocative. Calculated.
— Took you long enough, Kacchan... — Izuku whispered, his voice dragging. — I’ve been waiting for you, alpha...
Alpha. Katsuki felt something inside him stir violently, a mixture of possessiveness and rage that almost made him lose control entirely. That word, spoken in that way, with that tone, was like a key turning in his mind, unlocking primal instincts he didn’t even know he had. Izuku was acknowledging him as an alpha.
Bakugou growled, his eyes burning with fury as he leaned closer to the omega, still breathing heavily. His pheromones were now out of control, violent, filling every corner of the small containment room. He could feel Izuku’s breath, slow, almost methodical, against his face.
The omega raised his eyes to Katsuki, a dark glint dancing in the green depths of his irises. The thought of any other alpha touching Deku, marking him... it made every cell in his body scream in denial. He didn’t know where this instinctive reaction was coming from, but the mere idea was unbearable.
Bakugou roared, his fangs extending. His eyes burned with intensity, his fists clenched, trembling. He leaned even closer to Deku, their faces mere inches apart, their hot breaths mingling. The alpha shoved Izuku against the table, pinning him on his back, while he held the omega’s arms down with one hand.
Even in his feral state, Katsuki could see how small and slender Izuku was, his delicate body now all bruised. It made his blood boil even more, getting even more out of control. His whirlwind of violent thoughts was cut short when the omega bent his waist up and rubbed his ass against Bakugou's already hard cock. Deku purred as he presented himself to Katsuki, like omegas do before being marked.
Bakugou's nostrils flared as he tried to get as much of Izuku's sweet omega pheromones as he could. The alpha growled, a primal sound rumbling deep in his chest. His feral mind fixated on one goal - marking HIS omega.
ONLY.
HIS.
The alpha buried his face in Izuku's dirty hair, inhaling deeply. That intoxicating scent made his head spin, his hips thrusting reflexively against the omega's pert ass. Bakugou snarled, fingers digging into Izuku's slim waist hard enough to leave marks.
Deku was way shorter and leaner than Katsuki had expected. It was as if the omega had been through a lot. Despite this, Deku still had firm muscles, the result of his hard work.
With one large hand, the alpha roamed across Izuku's front, ripping at clothes in its haste to reach warm flesh. Bakugou kneaded the omega's small tits possessively, relishing how Izuku squirmed.
— Mmnnn… That's it alpha… — Izuku encouraged the feral alpha with his hoarse voice, jiggling his ass against Katsuki rock hard cock.
Deku's pheromones were maddening, urging Bakugou to mark, to claim. The alpha rutted against Izuku's cunt, the bulge in his pants throbbing with need. He wanted to pin his omega down and mount him, pump him full of alpha seed until it took.
The way Deku wiggled his hips, moaning and calling for Bakugou was driving him crazier, fucking teasing little brat. Bakugou's fingers dug into Izuku's soft flesh as he manhandled the omega against the table, grinding his clothed erection against that tempting pussy, presented for him. The alpha was lost to his baser instincts, consumed by the need to claim and mark what was his.
“Mine.”
He yanked at Deku's dirty clothes impatiently, tearing fabric in his haste to expose more of his omega skin. Buttons popped and seams split under Bakugou's rough treatment. The thick bulge of his cock strained against his pants, a wet patch forming where the tip leaked precum. He needed to be inside Izuku, to feel that tight heat gripping him as he rutted into his omega and made him submit.
Katsuki's hands roamed lower, groping and kneading Izuku's ass, his blunt nails dug into the supple flesh, sure to leave red crescent marks behind. The alpha spread his omega open, one finger dipping in Deku's wet folders to brush against his entrance.
He snarled at the teasing flutter of Izuku's cunt, the muscles clenching around nothing. Katsuki snarl as he shoved two thick fingers inside without warning, fucking into Deku's tight heat. The omega keened, back arching as he was stretched and filled.
— Ahn! That’s it… go-good alpha… — Deku purred, still encouraging Bakugou inner alpha.
He'd make this stupid little omega take his knot, one way or another. Deku is HIS! He would fill Izuku with his seed until it took, until there was no doubt who he belonged to. The alpha rutted harder, chasing his release, the wet squelch of lube-soaked fingers fucking into Izuku obscenely loud in the enclosed room.
Katsuki fingers pumped in and out of Izuku's tight, slick heat, curling to hit Deku's g-spot inside that made the omega see stars. Wet squelching noises filled the air as Bakugou finger-fucked his mate roughly, knuckles slapping against Izuku's pussy.
“Mine.”
He yanked his fingers free, ignoring Izuku's whimper at the loss. Bakugou made quick work of his fly, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his throbbing erection. The swollen head was slick with precum, pulsing with need. Bakugou lined himself up with Deku's fluttering entrance, the heat radiating from his omega's core. With a brutal snap of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside Izuku's tight cunt.
“Mine.”
They both groaned at the sudden intrusion, Izuku's back bowing as he was stretched and filled. Bakugou set a punishing pace, sawing in and out of Deku's hole. The wet drag of his cock against his omega’s cunt, the clench of Izuku's inner muscles around him, it was almost too much to bear.
Bakugou's hands gripped Izuku's hips hard enough to bruise as he pistoned into his omega. He could feel his knot starting to swell, catching on Deku's rim with each thrust. The alpha snarled, slamming in harder, chasing his release.
“Mine.”
Izuku keened, pushing back to meet Bakugou's thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the containment room. His balls drew up tight, orgasm coiling hot and heavy at the base of his spine. Katsuki's hips stuttered, rhythm faltering as he neared the edge. With a few more erratic thrusts, he buried himself deep and let go, knot popping past Izuku's rim to lock them together.
Bakugou's knot pulsed inside Izuku's tight heat, pumping spurt after spurt of thick alpha seed deep into his omega's womb. The feral alpha snarled, hips jerking with the force of his release. He could feel Izuku's pussy fluttering around his cock, milking him for every last drop.
“Mine.”
But even as the post-orgasmic haze faded, Katsuki's animalistic mind remained fixated on one goal - marking his mate as his own. His keen eyes zeroed in on the thick iron collar encircling Izuku's bruised throat. Izuku, seeming to notice the alpha's gaze, tilted his head to the side, exposing his steel-covered neck, taunting Bakugou.
Katsuki snarled, reaching up with one large hand, fingers curling around the cold metal. With a burst of brute strength, he snapped the collar like it was made of glass. The broken pieces clattered to the floor, no longer a barrier between him and his omega's neck.
“Mine.”
Izuku whimpered as cool air washed over his heated skin, but Bakugou barely registered it. The alpha surged forward, burying his face in Deku's hair as he lapped at the side of his mate's throat. Katsuki bit down hard, sharp fangs sinking into soft flesh. Copper bloomed on his tongue as he worried at the wound, marking Izuku with his bite.
“MINE.”
Hot blood welled up, spilling down Deku's neck in rivulets. Katsuki licked at the crimson trail, growling possessively, tasting his omega's blood sent a fresh wave of lust crashing through him, his spent cock already hardening again inside Izuku's abused hole.
The alpha pulled back just enough to surveil his handiwork - Izuku's pale throat marred with blooming bruises and bite marks, bright red blood painting his omega's neck. Bakugou snarled in satisfaction. Now everyone would know who Izuku belonged to.
Overcome with the need to claim his mate in the most primal way possible, Bakugou started to move again, sawing his rehardened cock in and out of Izuku's slick channel. The wet squelch of lube and cum filled the air, punctuated by Deku's breathless moans.
The alpha was still lost in his feral attack, growling loudly and marking that small omega as his own. Deku's unconscious body fluttered with each merciless thrust from Katsuki, who didn't seem to have even noticed the omega's state. He leaned in again and bit Izuku's neck with brutal force.
Katsuki was so deep in his fury, so consumed by the feral state, that the world around him became a blur. All that mattered was Deku. That damned omega who made him lose his mind in ways he couldn’t explain. Bakugou’s muscles were tense to the extreme, his senses sharp as blades, but his mind no longer processed things the same way. It was pure instinct, pure alpha dominance, with no room for logic or reason.
Suddenly, he heard loud noises coming from the door behind him. The sound invaded his ears like an attack, cutting through his focus. His body reacted before his mind could catch up. A threat. Intruders.
Katsuki whipped his head around violently, his eyes wide and glowing with uncontrollable ferocity. A guttural growl escaped his throat, deep and animalistic, as he bared his sharp fangs, stained with blood. A warning. A clear warning that no one should dare come near. This was his territory now. He was in control. And no one would touch Deku.
The alpha, completely overtaken by his instincts, was still hovering over Izuku’s body, his large, heavy frame creating a physical barrier. He wasn’t there to talk anymore. Words didn’t exist in this state. All Katsuki knew was that anything trying to approach would be destroyed.
But the intruders didn’t stop. Quick movements, weapons raised. Katsuki felt something pierce his skin, a sharp pain in his arm, followed by another in his shoulder. Tranquilizers. His body reacted instantly, trying to fight off the effect. He roared again, louder, his eyes blazing in one final burst of resistance.
His body refused to give in, but the drugs began to take hold, spreading through his veins like a slow poison. Bakugou felt his muscles weakening, the weight of his own reactions becoming unbearable. Damn it. Not... now.
His vision started to blur, the edges growing darker. But even as consciousness slipped away, he remained over Izuku, his body collapsing heavily on top of his omega, like a shield, a final act of protection. His teeth were still clenched, his chest heaving, as the world around him faded into darkness.