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“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Your Highness?”
Izuku hadn’t been able to stop crying. It’d been nearly an entire week since Tenya had scented him now, but Izuku couldn’t risk it no matter how erratic his emotions were. Kacchan had been able to smell the other alpha on him last time, so Izuku needed to create as much distance as possible, for as long as possible.
“Just once,” Izuku said, holding the lacy bralette in place while Ochako tightened it in the back. “I don’t want to have any regrets.”
Ochako nodded, motioning for him to sit on the bed. “Stocking’s next.”
The thin fabric went up to his thighs, the lace border at the top tickling his skin. Ochako connected them to the garter to hold them upright, a little uncomfortable but nothing compared to his usual royal attire.
Though he now had far more lingerie than he ever thought he would, he ended up choosing the creamy white ones because they felt the most bridal. Originally, he’d wanted the burgundy set. Or maybe even the dark green. But there was something about the white—perfect, pure, like a promise they could try to fulfill—something about it that Deku wanted Kacchan to see.
Once all the strings and straps and lace were in place, he let Ochako guide him to the mirror, where he was able to see if his vision had come to life.
He looked attractive. Or at least, he thought he looked attractive. He hoped Bakugou would feel the same. He’d always gotten a reaction out of the alpha even without all of these frilly things, so certainly this had to guarantee him something, even if Bakugou wanted to continue to be a stubborn mule.
Swallowing, Izuku looked himself over once more. “Do you think…maybe a little more makeup?”
“I can, Your Highness. But I think you look quite lovely with the amount you have on.”
Izuku nodded anxiously, turning side to side in the mirror. “Best not to overdo it, I suppose.”
Ochako handed him the silk robe, which he then tied around himself, thinking that now he really did look like a freshly wedded bride.
His heart raced.
“Then I suppose…that’s it then.”
To his complete surprise, Ochako hugged him, squeezing and making sure to not pass on her scent. “Forgive my brazenness Your Highness but—please do whatever will make you happiest!”
He squeezed her back, grateful for the touch. “I think this is the best solution,” he told her. “After this I can fulfill my promise to my people.”
“Then,” she pressed her cheek to his, again very cautious of her own scent, before pulling herself away. “I will excuse myself for the night, Your Highness.”
He sat on his bed as Ochako left, anxiously tugging at his fingers. He had to call for Kirishima—he knew that—but maybe, before that, he should check himself in the mirror just one more time.
This would be fine. Kacchan would like his outfit, and maybe they’d even kiss again. And maybe he’d even call him Deku again.
Yes.
He twirled once in front of the mirror, the skirt of his robe flying up.
And then, Izuku cried.
He tried to stop the tears—he really, truly did—but every bit of effort was attacked by even stronger sobs, by heavier waves that seemed to overtake his body entirely, cries that shook his shoulders and squeezed at his lungs, tightening around his chest until he could no longer breathe, until he was a few heaving gasps away from collapsing on the floor.
And then, just when he thought his legs really would give, it stopped.
As if nothing had happened.
He sniffled, the last of the tears straying down his previously powdered cheeks.
It had been like this ever since Bakugou had kissed him.
Just when Izuku thought he was all out of tears, the sensation would rise in his throat again, like a thunderstorm borne out of a cloudless sky, reminding him that he was still so inescapably bound to Bakugou, so inarguably influenced by him.
He needed to stop. Needed to…to focus.
This was ridiculous. He was ruining his makeup. Crying about it all now was just silly. He was already well aware—there was nothing that could be done—for now all he needed—he just needed to look as appealing as possible so that he could—
So that Bakugou would…
But if Bakugou didn’t…
That harsh tightening took hold of his chest again, Izuku struggling to breathe.
Besides the crying was the nausea. He was hardly able to eat, hardly able to sleep, could barely focus when Tenya asked him anything, just let the alpha decide whatever it was that needed deciding, because the only thing on Izuku’s mind was how to feel his alpha’s warmth one last time.
Even if they did nothing, Izuku would be more than satisfied. So long as Bakugou would talk to him again, the way he used to. Before he became so stuck on their positions and expectations.
Even if everything before had been nothing but an act, if all of it was just an effort for Bakugou to raise his social standing then Izuku would be fine with that. So long as Bakugou could just…
Just…one last time. Long enough for Izuku to properly say goodbye.
That was all he really wanted.
He wiped the tears, sitting at his vanity to reapply his makeup, silently apologizing to Ochako for ruining all of her hard work. His breathing steadied as he did his blush, the action comfortable and familiar and oddly soothing, his cheeks once more brought to life and eyes no longer drained.
He took one last deep breath, and adjusted himself one final time in the mirror.
Then he stood, and went over to the door, opening it only part of the way.
Anxious fingers trembled as they held onto the door handle, Izuku not allowing his voice to shake in the same way. “Kirishima,” he ordered, careful to stay behind the door.
The knight seemed surprised, standing up straighter. “Yes, Your Highness!”
“Fetch me Bakugou. Tell him that it’s a direct order, and that if he doesn’t come I’ll take it up with my father.”
“Understood! It must be important, if it’s in the middle of the night like this.”
Izuku didn’t reply, let the beat of silence speak for him, before Kirishima awkwardly blurted out, “I’ll be right back, then!”
“Kirishima,” Izuku called again, before he could get too far. “After you’ve called for him—take the rest of the evening for yourself.”
Kirishima’s face reddened, the alpha giving a hesitant nod. “R-Right! Understood, Your Highness!”
He took off at a run, Izuku letting out the shaky breath he’d been holding, closing the door again before trying to keep himself busy by fluffing up the pillows on the bed, and then tugging on his silk sleeves.
He missed his bracelet. But he was too scared to wear it. Was terrified that the alpha might ask for it back or worse.
So for now, he’d have to make do.
Besides, on the off chance Bakugou had actually gone to a brothel…
Izuku didn’t want to be stupid.
Three knocks sounded at the door, which hit him with an entirely new wave of nausea. He resisted every urge to run to open it, forcing his legs to slow, an uncomfortable coil wrapping around his neck.
He palmed at his collar in an effort to breathe better, swallowing down uncomfortably. He caught one final glance at himself in his vanity before reaching for the door, closing his eyes in tight, silent prayer.
Bakugou stood as elegant as ever, impressive even in his simple night linens, Izuku having to bite down at his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.
“Come in,” he managed on a squeaky voice.
“If you don’t mind, Your Highness, I’d rather stay out here—”
“I do mind,” Izuku bit, anxiety biting at his fingertips, stinging at his eyes. “I told you to come in.”
To his absolute relief, Bakugou stepped inside, and Izuku shut the door, walking over to the bed to give his body something to do. He sat on it, clearing his throat, hoping that the words would come out precisely in the way he’d rehearsed. “I’d like for you to pretend to love me one last time. You may consider it an order, if that’s easier.”
He swallowed, hoping his feelings weren’t showing on his face. It was already difficult enough keeping his scent reeled in, his breaths becoming more and more rapid by the second.
Bakugou sighed. Sighed, as if Izuku were nothing more than a troublesome child. As if all of this were nothing more than the bothersome whims of a capricious prince.
Well, that was fine. Bakugou was free to think whatever he wanted of him. Izuku could live with being the spoiled, selfish prince if it meant he got what he wanted.
Silence hung between them, Bakugou looking at him but saying nothing, his expression strained, Izuku also struggling, but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything more because he refused to beg, would at the very least let this end with his pride intact.
Then, Bakugou closed his eyes, and sighed again. Ran an irritated hand through his hair but walked over, sitting stiffly on the bed before turning to Izuku. And then, he kissed him.
For a few brief moments, Izuku’s heart jumped in his chest, his stomach twirling over in exhilarated relief, but the excitement quickly evaporated into nothing, the happy twirls of his stomach becoming sharp, painful twists instead. Because this kiss felt nothing like the way Bakugou usually kissed him.
The way Kacchan used to kiss him.
This kiss felt—was simply a kiss—pitiful and performative, lips coming together out of obligation, forced and with no warmth behind them, and Izuku could feel his scent slipping, tried his best to keep it contained, to not send his mind into a reeling panic.
This was fine. He could do this. All he had to do was get Bakugou excited, and then maybe the alpha would be more honest.
Izuku could manage that.
And then…and then everything would feel a little more normal.
He dropped to his knees, tugging at the alpha’s pants. Bakugou didn’t resist, but made no effort to help him. Izuku swallowed again, trying to keep his focus, his racing heart pounding so loudly in his ears it was difficult to make anything out.
He’d never seen Kacchan not react to him. The only times the alpha had been flaccid was after they were already done.
But that was fine, too. Izuku was confident in at least this much. Things were a little awkward right now, but he was sure, that once he got the alpha in his mouth…
The taste was pleasantly familiar, Izuku trying to remember everything the alpha had ever told him that he preferred. He made it wet, sloppy, let his voice out, added his hands, sucked and licked and moaned as if he were putting on a show, but he was denied any sort of reaction, Bakugou still soft in his mouth.
His racing heart tripped, Izuku swallowing down tears, stomach lurching with the thought that perhaps Bakugou had gone to the brothel, that Izuku was perhaps not as skilled as the omegas who worked there—couldn’t be—and maybe the only reason Bakugou even—if it really truly was only because of his heat—
No, he couldn’t let his omegan anxiety get the best of him right now. He needed to think.
The panic paused for a moment, Izuku remembering that one time, Bakugou had nearly broken, when Izuku had looked up at him while pleasuring him. So Izuku batted his lashes, tried to make his eyes seem bigger than they were, gave a soft and pleasant moan as he looked up, hoping to catch the alpha’s gaze.
Only, Bakugou’s expression was nothing like the blissed out state Izuku had become so used to seeing. The alpha’s entire demeanor was locked in a grimace, hands gripping firmly at the mattress, nowhere near Izuku, as if this really were something Bakugou was doing out of duty alone, as if the alpha were being forced.
And it was Izuku, the one to break.
He pulled away, no longer able to hold control over his scent.
“I-It’s true, then,” he said, trying to stand but stumbling back, losing the fight against his tears. “You really don’t—this whole time—” His voice was torn by the sharpest sobs, Izuku trying to cover his own face to maintain some sense of control. “Was I really nothing—were you making fun of my inexperience this whole time? I actually—ever since we first met I—towards you—”
The cries cut his words short, Izuku dropping to the ground in a whirlwind of pheromones, his legs no longer able to hold him, body shaking and on the verge of vomiting. “You had to have known I’m—that I love—why would you—” He sobbed. Whole-heartedly, unabashedly, shattering.
This went beyond cruelty. This was torture in its most acute form, designed and implemented specifically for Izuku to feel the most amount of pain possible, his airways constricted and his stomach assaulted by sharp pain and his scent glands shriveled up so much they were curling in on themselves, everything feeling so beyond impossible that Izuku thought his body would stop breathing. “You really were only following orders—”
The sobs slashed at Bakugou’s chest, Izuku’s scent enough to make Bakugou nearly start screaming, the alpha entirely overcome by instinct at the sight of his omega in distress.
And so he grabbed at him, doused him in as many pheromones as he could possibly manage, pressed him close to his chest as if to suffocate the sobs.
“Please,” Bakugou’s voice cracked, trembling as if he himself might disintegrate away into nothing. “Please. I’d give my life to cease your tears.”
That only strengthened the omega’s sobs, Izuku burying his face in the alpha’s shoulder, tugging at the alpha’s clothes. “Everything you do confuses me. I don’t want any more lip service. If you truly hate me then—”
Bakugou squeezed him, the words cracking open a hole in his chest.
“I could never hate you!” Bakugou barked, strong enough to cut Izuku’s cries. He exhaled, squeezing him again, the shaky breaths doing very little to hold Bakugou together.
Izuku—his precious prince—his Deku was in tears—apples smelling rancid and pained and hurt and it was all Bakugou’s fault—all because Bakugou was too weak—because Bakugou should have stopped this from the beginning—should’ve known he’d never stand a chance against an actual royal—had known his entire life that one day Deku would be taken from him—that they’d never—that they could never—and if Bakugou had just saw that through—if he had just—
Fuck.
Somehow, he didn’t have the strength to be anything but honesty, anymore.
“I’m so inexplicably bound by my position,” he admitted, exasperated. “If I could steal you away somehow I would have done it years ago. But that’s not the life you deserve. You deserve so much better than me. Someone who’s actually good, with no blood on his hands—someone who can shower you with rare jewels and silk robes and steaming baths and—and the worst part is I can’t even find a reason to hate that stupid four eyed bastard! He is good. And he will take care of you—he’s kind, just the way you wanted him to be—I’m not kind Deku, I never have been and if we had—the only reason my body can’t react to you right now is because you’re so drenched in salt I can’t stand it. My omega is in distress and I’m so worthless I can’t do anything but beg. I don’t even have any right to call you my omega in the first place but I—I love you, Deku. I’ve loved you for longer than you could ever know. So please stop torturing me to such a degree. I can’t bear to see your tears.”
He pulled back but only just, calloused hands wiping at Deku’s cheeks, Deku sniffling, leaning into his alpha’s touch, only to sob all the more. “Kacchan,” he gasped, as if he were trying to take in as much of Bakugou’s orange blossoms as he possibly could. “I—I love you!!”
It didn’t change anything. Whether Deku loved him or not. He’d still be a prince. Would still marry Iida in a few weeks, would still have to produce heirs and run a country and one day would have to forget about Bakugou entirely.
But having it said out loud—Bakugou hearing it out loud—
It changed everything.
“Yeah,” Bakugou returned bitterly, smile quivering as he tucked some loose curls behind Deku’s ear. “I’m sorry you had to fall in love with a hopeless bastard like me.”
Deku hugged him, pressing his wet cheeks to Bakugou’s dry ones, hiccuping out his words. “D-Don’t talk about my knight in such a way. He’s not hopeless.”
Bakugou scoffed at that, wiping away more of the tears that didn’t stop coming. “I’ve seen what you do to people who badmouth him.”
Deku nodded, nuzzling into Bakugou’s hand but still sniffling, a couple tears still gathering at his eyes. Bakugou couldn’t stand it.
“I won’t speak ill of your knight,” he said, “if you stop scrunching up the face of the one I love. My prince has the prettiest smile in any kingdom. I’d kill to see it again.”
Finally, Deku laughed, still somewhat sobbing, wiping at his own eyes, falling into Kacchan’s shoulders again. “Just don’t,” he threatened, “don’t ever do that to me again.”
“I won’t,” Bakugou promised.
But then the tears started again, and Bakugou panicked, squeezing at the omega’s arms. “Deku??”
“I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “I don’t know I’m simply—I feel so relieved but—”
“Come here,” Bakugou encouraged, guiding him back towards the bed, wrapping the omega in his arms and letting out a steady stream of calming orange blossoms.
Deku nuzzled into him, a few stray hiccups catching in his chest. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you far more. Please believe that.”
Deku wiped his eyes, sniffling a little. “I…want to. But…”
He nuzzled him, bumping his nose against the omega’s. “Deku?”
“Did…” Deku began, starting to tremble again, anxious apples starting to compete with orange blossoms. “Did you go to a brothel, during your rut? I-If you did, I understand but—”
“No,” Bakugou answered, taking Deku’s hands. “You are the only thing I’m able to think about.”
The apples fluttered around in a much more relaxed scent, the tension in Deku’s shoulders finally dropping, Deku squeezing Bakugou’s hands back. “I wish you would have let me help you. I’ve been so anxious—ever since you last kissed me—I was less emotional during my heat.”
Bakugou continued with his pheromones, trying to wrap Deku up as if in a blanket. “I’m sorry,” he told him. “If it should please my prince, you extended my rut by two days.”
Deku bit his lip. “I did?”
The innocence in those eyes, even after everything, was something Bakugou would always be incredibly weak to. He bumped his forehead against the omega’s, sighing and silently admitting defeat.
“Your pheromones. You doused me in them. I thought I might actually go feral and have to be locked up. Kirishima and Toga had to stop me from breaking down your door.”
Deku bit his lip at that, Bakugou noticing the goosebumps rising on the omega’s arms. “I feel like I should apologize but…I wish you would have.”
“That would not have ended well, Your Highness. I’d have stolen you from this tower they keep you in.”
A warm hand took Bakugou’s cheek, Deku’s eyes bright and shining like emeralds. “Then steal me away now.”
Drumming pounds sounded in Bakugou’s ears, his head foggy. “Deku,” he lamented. “You know we can’t—”
“Just for tonight. Before we’re both made to fulfill our duties. Please love me one last time.”
For a moment, Bakugou thought to resist.
But there simply was no point in it, anymore. Not if no matter what he did, Deku would end up with tears in his eyes.
That was the last thing Bakugou wanted.
So Bakugou scented him. Scented him until their chests were pressed together, until Deku’s back was against the bed, those green curls fanning out gracefully around the prince’s head like a halo, Bakugou hovering over him, inhaling the delicious scent of apples that wafted upwards, scenting and scenting so that his pheromones overpowered everything, so that Deku couldn’t move without Bakugou’s scent claim trailing behind him.
But then he stopped, falling completely onto the omega, Bakugou now the one to bury his face in Deku’s hair. “You’ve a month before you’re wed. I don’t know if I have enough self restraint to promise this will be the last time.”
“Then don’t promise,” Deku returned, Bakugou feeling the omega’s arms wrap around his neck. Bakugou rose a little, swallowing and trying to make the prince understand.
“Deku,” he said. “I mean it. I’m not sure I have any control left—”
“Kacchan,” Deku snapped in that princely way, in that tone that reminded Bakugou just how different they were. “No more control. I command it.”
No more control?
Deku didn’t know what he was asking for.
But it wasn’t Bakugou’s place to argue.
It was Bakugou’s place to comply. Because he was still a knight, after all. “If it’s a command from my prince, then I must oblige,” he responded, kissing the omega’s palms.
Tears welled up in Deku’s eyes again, those quickened breaths threatening another outburst. “I missed you so much—”
Bakugou kissed him. Because he simply couldn’t bear it any longer. His lips trembled, upon touching Deku’s, his body somehow springing into new life, his scent glands swelling with newfound relief, soaking up the sweetening scent of apples.
Deku smelled different, somehow. Perhaps it had been too long. Sweeter than normal, if that were possible. Perhaps it was because Bakugou had merely been deprived beyond what was tolerable. But Deku’s scent was like a drug, igniting his every last instinct, driving Bakugou to kiss, to bite, to claim—to protect.
He wanted everything.
Even if it was just for tonight, he’d have everything.
Because Deku was currently, finally, thankfully back in his arms.
“Kacchan,” the omega murmured, pulling back from their kiss but only just, those green eyes sparkling in the moonlight as they looked up at Bakugou, large and shy and oh so wanting. “Make love to me. Please.”
He touched his forehead to the omega’s. “Is that another order?”
Deku closed his eyes. “No. Not this time.”
Bakugou kissed his cheek, the omega’s eyes fluttering back open. With lengthening fangs, he swallowed, voice huskier than he’d wanted it to be. “Can I still obey?”
Pink flushed Deku’s cheeks, shyness forcing his head to the side. “I-Isn’t how I’m dressed enough of an answer for you?” He went so far as to bring his arm up, trying to hide his face.
For the first time, Bakugou actually got a look at the garment, able to see how prettily it complimented his omega’s figure, the creamy white like a canvas for Deku’s freckled skin.
He pulled at the ribbon holding the robe together, a perfect vision of lace-accented freckles staring up at him.
Oh.
Wow.
Bakugou brought Deku’s hand back down, wanting to see his face, kissing Deku’s lips while sliding his bare fingers over the lace. The sensation sparked his senses, and he pulled back again, soaking up how pretty Deku looked. How pretty Deku was.
“Was this all for me?” Bakugou asked, knowing that it was impossible, knowing that this must have been part of the endless wedding preparations Deku was forced to complete, and yet grateful for it all the same. Because seeing Deku like this, adorned in intricate lace, in expensive silk that wrapped and curved around his body like a prettily positioned present—Bakugou wondered if every last bit of luck he’d ever had in his life had condensed to this one simple moment.
“We’ll never be able to marry,” Deku began. “I wanted to at least…pretend…”
They kissed. Because Bakugou wanted to. Because he’d been told not to hold back anymore. Because Deku looked beautiful, smelled even better, and somehow, Bakugou missed his voice more than anything, and hearing that Deku wanted to marry him, that he wanted to pretend—
Bakugou wanted to pretend too.
He dragged his lips down, peppering every last freckle, outlining every last bit of lace, kissing every inch of exposed skin. His heart was racing and his hands were sweating and his vision was blurring from how quickly his blood was no longer servicing his brain.
Fuck, he loved him.
He loved him.
“Deku,” he murmured, intoxicated by those sweeter than ever apples, taking the omega’s hand and guiding it down, placing it over his pants before throbbing at his omega’s touch. He reveled in the way Deku’s face reddened, eyes wide and adorably shy again, apples bursting in sudden want.
“O-Oh,” Deku stumbled, biting his lip, his warm hand making Bakugou want him even more. He leaned in, brushing his fangs over Deku’s ear. “You have no idea how much I crave you,” he admitted, hands tracing over the white lace, debating whether to rip it off all at once or to unwrap Deku slowly.
For now, Bakugou decided on just an ounce more of self control, because if this was truly their wedding night then there’d be no need to rush, because Bakugou would be able to have Deku every night for the rest of his life, after this.
So he pulled Deku up, adjusting the omega to sit on his lap, allowing Bakugou to have a better view. His mouth found the omega’s nipples, lapping at them with his tongue through the soft fabric. Deku seemed to enjoy that, a soft moan parting his lips, his fingers gripping at Bakugou’s shoulders. So Bakugou continued, the lace rough against his tongue, suckling until Deku’s nipples were pink and hard and poking through, until Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore, pulled the lace back and felt the omega’s skin on his tongue, groaning against the soft flesh, Deku moaning and wriggling above him when Bakugou began to suck.
Oh.
His omega was hard.
The satisfaction that came from that alone made it difficult to focus, even less so with Deku’s apples swimming around in his head, Bakugou sucking to the sound of those little mewls that encouraged him to keep going, his hands sliding down Deku’s torso, desperate to feel more skin beneath his fingertips.
Above him, Deku gave a little whimper, and so Bakugou rolled his hips, keeping Deku in place with one hand while grabbing his ass with the other. Deku gasped, gripping at Bakugou’s hair before returning the motion, grinding his ass down into Bakugou’s lap. “K-Kacchan,” he whined.
Bakugou rolled his hips again, but cut off Deku’s whines with another kiss, making sure to keep his omega close while his tongue explored the inside of his mouth, hands squeezing at Deku’s thighs, tracing along the edges of the lace.
Fuck.
If only this was their wedding night.
Then Bakugou would be able to bite him—to claim him—he’d breed him all night and pump him full of pups until Deku couldn’t hold out anymore, until Bakugou couldn’t hold out anymore, until they both passed out, and then they’d wake up and do it all over again.
Fuck, he’d do anything to keep this scent in the room.
Because the salt was long gone, now. The previously anxious coils were now light, sweet waves that were becoming increasingly desperate, Deku’s little scratches to Bakugou’s shoulder urging the on.
Bakugou sucked above the leather collar, biting at it in frustration, and then suckled beneath it, careful not to leave any marks but desperately wanting to, cupping the omega’s flat chest and squeezing, bucking his hips up to the sounds of Deku’s whimpers.
“K-Kacchan,” Deku trembled, eyes black, “p-please.”
As much as Bakugou wanted to tease him, he wanted to give him everything even more, and so he stood up for a moment, getting rid of his clothing as fast as he could, and when he saw Deku starting to shed some of his lace, Bakugou had to stop him, hands on the straps of the pretty little garter.
“I want you in this,” he said. “Can I?”
Again, Deku reddened. “You like it that much?”
“I like everything about you,” Bakugou said, pulling him back onto his lap, brushing his fingers against Deku’s hole.
Fuck. He was wet.
“I…have more colors…” Deku murmured, Bakugou struggling to process the words when the omega’s panties were soaked clear through the way they were and—did that mean Bakugou would get to see the other colors?—his fangs ached at the thought, dick throbbing against Deku’s thighs. He wanted to taste him, to devour him but—he wasn’t sure he’d have the patience, right now, his cock strained and hurting.
So instead he positioned himself against Deku, pulling back the lace to enter freely, watching in complete awe as Deku tossed his head back, eyes closing in pure pleasure.
The moment he slipped between Deku’s walls he groaned, the sound rhyming with Deku’s own mewl of pleasure, the two of them gasping almost at the same time, Bakugou thinking that this was the first time in a long time where he actually felt alive.
More, he thought.
More than more. Everything.
“Oh,” Deku gasped, palms closing into fists over Bakugou’s shoulder, the omega wriggling a bit to try to get Bakugou all the way in. “I missed you—I missed this—”
Again came those little movements, and Bakugou smirked, bucking his hips to give the omega what he wanted, rewarded with those pretty little sounds that parted his prince’s lips.
So Bakugou did it again. And again the omega let out that delicious sound, getting louder and louder the more Bakugou quickened his thrusts, the deeper Bakugou made his thrusts, until Deku was screaming, arms wrapped around Bakugou’s neck, trying to kiss the alpha to silence himself.
But Bakugou grabbed at those curls, forced Deku away while keeping a firm grip on his thighs, thrusting in as deeply as he could. “Don’t,” he growled, “I want to hear you.”
Deku babbled at that, going red again in the cutest way, Bakugou unable to stop himself from pushing him down, Deku’s hair fanning out against the pillow. “I know you sent Kirishima away,” he panted, picking up his thrusts, loving the way Deku’s cock bounced up and down.
“I-I—”
“So let me hear you, Deku. Let me hear how much you missed me.”
“I missed you!” He hiccuped, hand going up to his mouth, but then as if remembering it that very moment, dropped it back down, gasp catching in his throat. “I missed you—K-Kacchan!”
Ripples of pleasure coursed through Bakugou’s body, the alpha tossing his own head back now with a disgruntled fuck! hardly able to withstand the delectable view in front of him, needing to hear his name again, head spiraling from the way Deku was so clearly losing himself beneath him, eyes blown black and mouth open and desperate.
“Call me again, Deku. Call for your alpha.”
“Kacchan,” he blurted, back arching. “Ka—cchaa—c-cumm—”
His omega broke beneath him, walls spasming and squeezing Bakugou’s cock, eyes rolling into the back of his head and fingers spread wide against the sheets. Deku spilled all over his own pretty white lace, his underwear and garter now soaked in his own pleasure.
It smelled amazing.
Bakugou slowed his movements, let his omega ride out the orgasm, watched as Deku’s face completely melted, a soft giggle playing on his lips.
“That felt…good…” he murmured, still slightly out of it, and Bakugou had to kiss him, praising him with each press of his lips.
“You’re beautiful, Deku. So, so beautiful.”
“Kacchan—”
“Can I move again?”
Deku nodded, quick to wrap his arms around the alpha, giving a quick buck of his hips, which was all Bakugou needed to start thrusting again, the sound of his balls slapping against Deku’s ass melting with the omega’s whines, Deku’s back arching up off the mattress again, his own hips trying to meet the alpha.
As good as it all felt, Bakugou’s fangs were throbbing, desperate to bite. But he couldn’t, and worse still he hated the thought of any blood getting on that pretty lace, so he kept his jaw clenched, thrusted even deeper, shuddered from the way Deku’s walls clung to him, soft and wet and warm and everything Bakugou could get addicted to, his pace quickening when he—
Deku reached up, cupping his cheek. “You’re holding—aah—back—a-again.”
Bakugou jerked. “What?”
“What do you want?” Deku gasped, and Bakugou wasn’t sure if the omega did it on purpose or not, but his cock was squeezed, Deku’s walls tightening around him. “D-Don’t—ohhh—l-lie—”
Bakugou swallowed, arms shaking, dick throbbing. “I want…to bite.”
“Then bite.”
“But—”
“Kacchan,” Deku murmured gently, thumb brushing against Bakugou’s cheek. “Bite me.”
Bakugou pulled out, the permission all he needed to dive his face into Deku’s entrance, licking and slurping and getting drunk off the omega’s juices, the scent and taste of his slick somehow managing to make him even harder than before, the sensation dizzying, and once Bakugou had had his fill, he claimed Deku’s thighs, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh over and over again, Deku’s screams like a symphony above him, the omega’s legs kicking out but Bakugou holding him in place, alternating between suckling and biting, between slurping up Deku’s slick and lapping at the stray drops of blood.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “It tastes like us.”
All Deku could do was whine in reply, his thighs were littered with bites, accented beautifully by his puffy pink hole, slick steadily dripping and begging for more, the omega whimpering and quietly begging the alpha to keep going.
So Bakugou did. Bit so deep tears fell out of Deku’s eyes, but he licked those up too, panting and sweating and nearly feral.
Their sweat mixed between kisses, further tangling their scents, and when Deku gave another please Bakugou bit him one last time, shoved his tongue in his omega’s hole for his last slurp of slick before finally sliding back in, shuddering again at how hot Deku was, at how tight he was, at how good he fucking smelled. Like he was made for Bakugou, like Bakugou could make Deku a mother if he wanted, pretty and perfect and pumped full of pups.
He nearly came thinking about it, his knot starting to feel heavy between his legs.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “I’m not sure how much longer—”
Deku spread his legs even wider, holding them out in a way Bakugou wasn’t sure he’d taught him to do, head spinning because Deku was presenting himself to him, and the scent—suddenly the apples—
“Give me everything,” he purred, those apples teasing Bakugou’s nose, curling and twisting around him, caressing him in a way that begged for a knot, that begged for a claim.
“Deku—” he struggled, “I’m…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, thrusts quickening, trying to chase his pleasure, trying to get more of that scent, the apples so strong that Bakguou could actually taste them now, and his knot was swelling, and Deku was moaning, and so Bakugou grabbed at him, took hold of his hips and pushed in hard, locking them both together, Bakugou biting down on Deku’s collar as he spilled into him, his knot pumping hot seed into his omega’s womb.
Fuck.
Fuck.
That was…
Deku purred, absolutely glowing in the moonlight, humming and giving soft sighs, as if he no longer had a single care in the world, holding his arms out for Bakugou to fold into. And Bakugou wished he could keep that expression on him forever.
“This feels amazing…” he hummed, kissing Bakugou’s cheek as the alpha adjusted himself as best he could, trying to make sure they were both comfortable, nuzzling and kissing and purring as they waited for Bakugou’s knot to go down.
When it finally did, Deku whimpered, purrs stopping entirely when Bakugou slid out.
“What?” he scoffed. “Did you want to go again?”
Those bright eyes shined at him. “Can we?”
Bakugou didn’t have any more reason to resist.
They brought each other to bliss three more times, scents mixing and colliding, until they were indistinguishable, until Bakugou’s fangs covered every last inch of Deku’s skin, until Deku’s slick was on Bakugou’s scent glands, until Bakugou had managed to put some of his own cum at the bottom edge of Deku’s scent glands, both of them debating the collar, ultimately deciding to keep it, not trusting themselves, trusting themselves too much, biting and groaning and sweating and kissing until Bakugou only tasted Deku on his tongue, and only smelled apples in the air.
By the time they finally made it into the bath, the furthest edges of sky were receiving drops of sunlight, still dark and grey but slowly readying to give way to morning.
In the bathtub, Bakugou sat with Deku between his legs, the alpha entirely unable to stop touching. His fingers dragged all along Deku’s arms, tracing every freckle and outlining each bite Bakugou had left on Deku’s shoulders.
Deku hummed pleasantly all the while, especially when Bakugou stuck his nose to the omega’s neck, inhaling as much of the scent as he could manage.
There was something so tangibly sweet about him, this time. Maybe Bakugou had never noticed because he’d always held back. Maybe it was simply because of everything they’d been made to endure before this. But whatever the reason, Bakugou couldn’t stop sniffing, a surge of satisfaction rushing in his blood each time he confirmed his omega was happy, and healthy.
“I missed you,” Deku said, for what felt like the millionth time, Bakugou not tiring of it, the omega relaxing into the water.
“I missed you,” Bakugou emphasized, fingers still trailing over his skin. “More than I could ever accurately put into words.”
Deku sighed into him, nuzzling against the alpha’s arm. Bakugou’s fingers feathered over Deku’s arms, sliding over his wrists and then interlocking their fingers.
If only they could stay like this forever. Deku purring and happy, with their fingers interlocked. If this was truly their wedding night, Bakugou would have liked to see Deku exactly as he was, wearing nothing but the jewels that alphas customarily adorned their omegas with as wedding gifts.
What would Deku look like, with nothing but his ruby bracelet? Bakugou wanted to see it. But he wasn’t sure if Deku even still had it in the first place.
And then there was the issue of Iida’s necklace.
He squeezed Deku’s hand, wishing he hadn’t thought of it. And somehow, more than Deku not wearing the rubies, the thought of Iida wearing a necklace that was given to him by Deku was more painful.
“Deku…” he began, and then instantly regretted it, suddenly terrified of Deku’s answer.
“Hm?” Deku waited, perfect and patient, and when Bakugou failed to reply, he placed a soft kiss on his arm. “What is it, Kacchan?”
Bakugou swallowed. “Did you give Iida a necklace?”
The omega cocked his neck, before smiling up at him. “No. I didn’t.”
The rushing of his blood simmered a bit, Bakugou struggling to keep his voice steady. “I heard the two of you talking. He said—”
“That necklace was given to him by a very special person. I hold no such place in his life. Nor he mine.”
Relief relaxed the tension in his shoulders, though Bakugou was still not fully satisfied. “I see.” He licked his lips, hesitating. “But then…what about your bracelet?”
As if it would be there, Deku lifted up his arm, ringlets of water sliding down his wrist. He stared at it for a while, Bakugou staring at Deku in turn.
“I was scared,” Deku admitted.
“Scared?”
“I have it,” he assured. “But when my handkerchief went missing—I was afraid you’d try to take my bracelet too.”
Bakugou brushed his wet fingers through those green curls, kissing the top of Deku’s head in silent apology.
Once again, he’d been nothing but selfish.
“I’m sorry for everything that happened while I was in rut. Without you—it felt like I was dying. I took the handkerchief without thinking. I’m not even sure how I ended up in your room in the first place, that day.”
Deku hummed, leaning into the touch. “You’re being so honest today. It’s odd.”
“Should I stop?”
“Certainly not. Please just—whatever happens from now on, don’t lie to me anymore.”
Bakugou took Deku’s hand, lowering his head to kissing the tops of the omega’s knuckles, “Yes, Your Majesty.”
The omega swallowed at that, quick to refuse. “I-I’m not a Queen—”
“You’re mine. From the moment we met—more than your father, more than this kingdom—my loyalties will always lie with you.”
“Kacchan,” Deku whispered as if to discipline him, “don’t say such traitorous things out loud.”
“For you, I’d commit treason in a heartbeat.”
Deku kissed him, a small giggle pushing past his lips and tumbling into Bakugou’s mouth. “For both our sakes I hope you’ll never have to.”
Bakugou returned the kiss, because it was all he could do, the two of them enjoying their last few moments together. As the water began to lose its warmth, they got out, Bakugou stepping out first to help Deku slide into a robe.
“Could I ask you something now?” Deku said, eyes sharper than usual.
Bakugou nodded. “Always.”
“What of my brooch?”
He knew the question was coming, and yet didn’t have a single way to answer that wasn’t completely disgraceful. He lowered his head a bit, clearing his throat. “It’s in my drawer. After I saw Iida scent you at dinner…I didn’t realize emeralds were so fragile.”
Deku smiled, the pain not at all hidden. “I see.”
Heart dropping into his stomach, Bakugou reached for him, taking hold of his hands. “Forgive me, Deku.”
The omega shook his head. “There’s nothing to forgive. We’ve both been suffering in our own way. I hated that you had to see that. I never meant for you to.”
“I know,” Bakugou said.
Deku nodded, and Bakugou kissed him, because it felt like Deku was somehow slipping through his fingers, but Deku returned it easily, silently accepting the apology Bakugou was clumsily trying to give.
As they pulled away, Deku kept their fingers linked, slowly swinging their arms back and forth, a small, quiet smile on his face. “You know,” he said. “You never danced with me. The night of my birthday ball. I went into heat before we could.”
Bakugou thought for a moment, trying to remember. “I believe I promised you we would,” he said.
Deku nodded at that, and Bakugou eyed the French doors, leading Deku towards the balcony before letting go, turning to face the omega and giving a low, formal bow, his right hand extended outwards.“May I have this dance?”
They danced to no music, Bakugou spinning Deku around, Deku biting his lip to hide his hushed giggles, and when he twirled Deku back in Bakugou started humming, a court song vibrating from his chest in chopped, off-key notes. And Deku laid his head down, in the crook of Bakugou’s neck, letting the alpha guide him, the two of them swaying from side to side as the sun slowly started to peek out from behind the garden walls.
When they stopped, it was to the brightest smile Bakugou had ever seen, the omega giving him a kiss on the cheek before going over to lean against the balcony, Bakugou following and resting an arm around the omega’s waist.
For the longest they stood just like that, enjoying the quietness of the world around them. To Bakugou, it felt like they were the only two people to ever exist.
Deku leaned out a bit further, resting against his forearms. “It feels like the entire world is ours, right now,” he said. “Don’t you think, Kacchan?”
And Bakugou stared at him, watched the way Deku turned to face him, bright smile on his face that showed off all of his teeth, his omega happy, and lucid, and carefree. He wished he could do something to make sure Deku always stayed like that.
The sun was hitting just high enough to warm their cheeks now, the light reaching out to touch them, silently signaling the end of their night together.
But Bakugou wanted it to last just a little bit longer. With calloused hands he reached for Deku’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft skin, trying to memorize every last thing about this moment.
Deku was prettier than any emerald could ever hope to be.
“I love the way the sunlight looks on your freckles. Like little firecrackers, lit up just for me,” he said, surprising himself, wondering how the thought had manifested into actual words, but not minding it in the least when Deku reacted the way he did, the omega blushing, cheeks warm from both the sun and embarrassment, a quiet purr starting in his chest.
And so Bakugou started a rumble of his own, bringing Deku in for one last kiss, their chests vibrating in unison.
Maybe Izuku would never be his. But Bakugou, certainly, would always be Deku’s.