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KATSUKI

“Hey, Kats, you good to lock up tonight? Got a date tonight.”

Katsuki looks up from the dishes he’s currently scrubbing after the dinner rush. “Yeah. Yeah. Get outta here,” he grumbles as he waves his hand dismissively, accidentally sending bubbly suds to the tile floor beneath him. 

“Thanks, man, I owe you one!” Shindo hollers as he makes his way through the swing doors of the kitchen. He hears the chime of the front door and sighs as silence finally reigns over his space. He reaches down and pulls the lever to drain the sink as he places the last plate in the sanitizer bay. He’s so beyond ready to go home for the night. The restaurant was slammed for a Friday night. He wipes his hands on his apron and walks to the front to lock down the front door, itching at his scent patches which are starting to peel at the edges from being bent over the humid washing sinks for the last hour.

God, he still has to go home and study for his Inorganic Chemistry Exam on Monday… Katsuki curses to himself, muttering under his breath. He wishes he didn’t have to work and take full time classes, but such is the life of a broke-ass college student…works in a restaurant, but eats only ramen at home. He sighs heavily.

“What the fu–!” Just as he’s reaching to turn the lock, the door crashes open violently and his arm gets pinned between the handle and the wall. He yelps as a solid body collides with his, yanking his arm out of its pinned hold and he crashes to the floor on his back, dazed and very confused.

A herd of huge men in dark hoodies and cargo pants floods past the open doorway before the glass door is shut and the bolt is thrown. Katsuki pushes himself upwards and scrambles backwards from the group who are all now facing him. He tries to push himself to his feet, but a solid boot presses to his chest and forces him back down to the floor. The guy throws back his hood and long red hair spills out from where it’s pulled back away from his face. Katsuki makes note of the strong angular features and the scar running through his eye, which makes this alpha look the part of a seasoned villain. The man is at least a decade older than Katsuki, but he can’t exactly pin down his age. His grin is sharp and mean as he stares down. This guy is absolutely monstrous in size and towers over Katsuki like an old world titan. The blast of scent assaults Katsuki in a wave…something dominant, musky and wild. Alpha.

“Get the fuck off of me,” he grits out and shoves at the boot on his chest unsuccessfully. Fuck, he needs to get away. It’s not safe here. He’s not safe.

“Sorry, beautiful, gotta lay low for awhile and it’s your unlucky night,” the man in front of him purrs. More wretched alpha scents vaguely waft through Katsuki’s nostrils as four guys walk straight past his position in the small vestibule and head into the restaurant.

“I don’t give a fuck. We’re fucking closed! Get the hell out!” Katsuki snarls and continues struggling against the heavy boot that’s making him short of breath. He’s practically wheezing under its weight.

The massive alpha leans down and his intense garnet eyes scan Katsuki from head to toe, while his nostrils flare. He hums to himself in thought, completely ignoring Katsuki’s struggles like he’s just a pesky fly, easily squashed. The alpha’s scent suddenly flares with arousal and interest, making Katsuki’s omega whine. He vehemently traps it behind his teeth and swallows the sound before it gives him away. He’s an unmated omega, now trapped in enemy alpha territory. Luckily, he can’t smell the other alphas currently. He’s not sure how he’d react having so many without patches and blasting their stink all over the place. It’s considered rude these days to not wear patches in public, but Katsuki gets the distinct impression that these alphas don’t exactly adhere to common decency standards.

“If I let you up, are you going to be good for me?” The alpha rumbles, voice low and sultry.

Katsuki nearly bites his tongue with the rage that fills him. The nerve of this fucking alpha, “Motherfucker, get the hell off–”

“Such a feisty mouth for such a pretty boy. I like that,” the alpha murmurs, interrupting Katsuki’s tirade.

Katsuki isn’t sure if the heat in his face is from the shitty haired alpha’s compliments or due to loss of breath, but his simpering omega is enough to give him an answer that he doesn’t fucking want. A horrible idea occurs to Katsuki… He hasn’t used it in years. He’d accidentally blown apart half of the chemistry lab in high school, just trying to understand the components of his own sweat, his own quirk. His quirk is too dangerous to use in uncontrolled environments and when two students were seriously injured, he’d vowed to never use it again and the guilt had almost drowned him at the time. He’d wanted so desperately to be a hero, but with his quirk…destruction was all that he was good at. He may not be a ‘people’ person per say, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to harm them…even accidentally.

The boot on his chest isn’t moving, but then red and blue lights reflect in the glass. He’s barely given time to process, when the boot from his chest disappears and he’s being picked up into strong arms and shoved against the wall on the other side of the doorway and out of sight. His wrists are thrust above his head, face smashed against a firm chest, and all of the alpha’s body pinning him in place. Out of breath, he sucks in a gasping inhale and promptly realizes his mistake as the scent of virile alpha inundates his senses.

This close, the musk is unavoidable, pheromones riding the express lane all the way to Katsuki’s hindbrain. He can’t hold back the whimper that tears from his throat. The alpha over him tenses at the sound and leans back just enough to look down at him. “So small…” he whispers, a hint of amazement in his tone, and Katsuki feels one of the hands pinning his wrists suddenly release, the other being large enough to encompass both of them easily. “Thought you were a beta, little one, with that filthy mouth of yours.” The hand wanders down to brush through Katsuki’s blonde locks, and trails behind his ear following the path of his neck. When they brush over his patch, Katsuki startles out of the haze that had begun to creep over him with the alpha’s scent wrapping around him sensually.

“Get the fuck off of me,” he tries to growl, but it comes out quiet and breathless.

“Now, now…none of that, little one. I’m just curious,” The alpha retorts playfully.

Katsuki squirms when he feels calloused fingers pinch at one of the curled edges of his patch, the one thing protecting him from this group of alphas that are clearly hiding from the law. “Wait, don’t!” he shouts, panicking. “Fuckin’, let me go!”

“You good, boss?” One of the other alphas yells from somewhere inside the restaurant. Katsuki isn’t sure where they are, since he can’t see through the hulking alpha in front of him, but he knows that if his patch is removed…the scent of distressed omega will bring them all running.

The musk of the alpha in front of him flares, wild and strong, when those fingers start to peel his patch away from his skin slowly.

“Please. Please don’t,” Katsuki whispers frantically, even as he can smell his own caramel scent start to curl into the air around them. Pure unadulterated fear races down his spine when the patch is completely peeled away in an instant. Sweat covers his body, including his palms, but Katsuki doesn’t even notice when his own distress makes his scent flare…

BOOM! Katsuki is abruptly dropped as the unintentional explosion rocks the entryway, tearing chunks out of the wall and forcing the alpha away from him in a blast of pressure and heat. Katsuki crumples to the floor in shock. Oh my god…he hadn’t meant to do that. He stares down at his sweaty palms. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he mutters to himself.

The sounds of quickly approaching bootsteps has terror filling his bloodstream and his eyes shooting to the entrance of the vestibule, where chunks of drywall litter the floor and part of the glass door had blown inwards to cover the restaurant floor. The alpha that had been crowded over him is laying only a couple of feet away blinking at him dazedly, but starting to push up on his elbows. He needs to go. Now’s his chance…

Katsuki’s sneakers skid and slip as he tries to hurry to his feet, but he lunges toward the front door, which is remarkably still intact. His fingers fumble over the lock and just as he gets it clicked open and reaches for the handle, he is yanked backwards by his collar against a firm and panting chest. “Well that was a surprise, little omega…”

Katsuki grimaces as a strong arm wraps around him, pinning his arms to his side while the other reaches out to slide the bolt back into place. Katsuki wiggles and tries to kick behind him. “Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” he screeches in alarm. How did this fuckin’ alpha survive his blast like that? Anyone else it would have at least knocked them out

“Boss, what the hell happened in here?” a concerned masculine voice asks from behind them. Katsuki curls his lip at the invasive scent.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Just a misunderstanding,” the alpha holding him says lightly.

“Whoa, why does it smell like fucking ripe omega in here?” Another one chimes in and Katsuki freezes. It’s bad enough that one of them knows, but now all of them will know. He tries to reign in his scent, but can’t help as another whimper scrapes through his throat and his scent comes out burnt and bitter.

“Everyone out, now,” the alpha orders, voice icy and unforgiving.

“Fuck, boss, gonna share him?” A different man asks, and Katsuki trembles. His omega is screaming at him to escape and suddenly Katsuki’s palms crackle against his own thighs where they’re trapped. He yelps in pain as it burns holes through his pants.

“ I SAID OUT! ” The alpha roars, and Katsuki’s legs drop beneath him under the command, and his neck tilts to the side in automatic submission with a high whine. Katsuki barely registers the sounds of multiple footsteps retreating. Blood rushes in his ears and his teeth chatter. All he can feel is the all-encompassing need to Submit. Submit. Submit. Katsuki’s omega is whimpering and shaking along with him. Prime Alpha.

“I’m sorry, little one,” the prime murmurs and nuzzles down into Katsuki’s shoulder, next to his very exposed mating gland. 

“A-alpha…” Katsuki whimpers, voice wobbly. Submit. Submit. Submit.

“I know, little one. It’ll be okay, just breathe,” the alpha instructs and his scent blares with comfort and reassurance. Katsuki feels himself involuntarily relax in the alpha’s arms, head lolling listlessly to the side, exposing himself completely. “That’s it. Such a good omega,” the prime coaxes.

Katsuki has never felt like this…like he has no control. It’s almost like he’s watching his body from outside himself. All of his ligaments feel like they’ve been cut, his body loose and malleable, omega completely in the driver’s seat.

“What’s your name, little one?” the alpha asks gently.

It doesn’t even occur to Katsuki to deny him, his omega sufficiently cowed and both of them just praying for mercy. “Bakugou Katsuki,” he whispers faintly, tongue thick and trembling.

“Katsuki…” the alpha murmurs. “You can call me Riot.”

“Yes, alpha,” Katsuki mutters raggedly, head fuzzy and spinning. He’s swimming in waves of the prime’s delectable scent, unable to pull away.

Riot chuckles lightly and Katsuki shivers harder when a hot wet tongue licks over his scent gland. “That works too. So sweet, omega.” Riot’s pheromones once again torrent through Katsuki’s nostrils telling him that the alpha is insanely aroused with a note of possessiveness. He knows he should feel fear, should be trying to escape, but he can’t move even as that slick tongue continues to work over his sensitive gland.

It feels like an eternity that they stand there like that, as Katsuki slowly comes back to himself and trickles back into his own flesh and bones. It takes him a couple of tries to voice his thoughts and the words come out raspy as they leave his lips, “Please let me go.”

He flinches when the Riot shifts behind him and he is bodily turned to face the alpha. Fear begins to rise again as he looks up into the prime’s garnet eyes, which are studying him intensely. Bitter caramel begins to once again fill the entryway. “Take anything you want…just let me go,” Katsuki pleads. “I won’t–”

“Shhhh…little omega. Not going to hurt you,” Riot murmurs and brushes his fingers over Katsuki’s scent gland again. Katsuki’s omega chooses that moment to come out of hiding, and an underused purr suddenly rattles from his chest. His neck tilts again when the smell of pleased alpha overpowers his scent of distress. “Keep being good for me, Katsuki. You’re doing so well,” Riot murmurs gently before leaning down close to Katsuki’s face. A sharp inhale is all Katsuki can manage when Riot notches their necks together and pure euphoria races through him with the mixing of their oils. A sigh flows breathlessly from his lips and his eyes flutter.

“Good boy,” Riot coos against Katsuki’s neck. “Such a pretty little thing…Where have you been hiding?”

“Not hiding,” Katsuki mutters, hazy and still rolling in contentment.

Riot hums, “How come a beautiful omega like you isn’t mated?”

Katsuki tilts his neck further when Riot kisses just under his jaw. A thread of arousal slithers through Katsuki, and his omega is luxuriating under the prime’s attention. “Classes and work,” Katsuki slurs.

“Oh? Is my little omega a student?” Riot rumbles and more of his reassuring pheromones wash over Katsuki, sinking him further into that hazy space. His omega has apparently flipped teams and is now clamoring for more and more of this prime’s attention, pleased at being called ‘My little omega.’ Katsuki struggles just under the surface as his defiance tries to rise, but he keeps being pushed to the background by his desperate omega.

“Yes, alpha,” he hears himself chirp. He recognizes in a vague sort of way that Riot is skillfully manipulating his biology to make him more compliant, but Katsuki can’t seem to find it in himself to care when the prime suddenly grips his jaw firmly and soft lips press to his. At first, Katsuki doesn’t move, unsure of what to do. He’s never kissed anyone before, but Riot’s lips start to move against his and Katsuki just mimicks his movements. He’s disappointed when the prime leans back and looks at him with a curious expression. “Little one, how old are you?” he asks quietly.

“Twenty,” Katsuki says shyly, uncertain as to why it matters.

“Have you never been kissed?”

Katsuki shakes his head. 

A sudden wave of alpha scents makes him shrink and try to pull away. “Boss, we’ve got problems!” A voice hollers through the vestibule doorway. “Cops are headed this way, just heard it over the scanner. Someone heard the explosion. We gotta go!”

Katsuki’s omega whines. Alpha is leaving. More scents reach his nose and he tries to jerk out of Riot’s hold as the four other alphas suddenly crowd into the space. He shakes his head trying to clear the fog of pheromones pressing in on him. He doesn’t like the other scents. Not safe. Escape. He whimpers and begins to shake, overwhelmed by everything around him.

A sudden banging on the door startles Katsuki completely out of his haze.

“Police! Open the door!” A voice shouts through the glass to the side of them.

“Everyone, out the back door. Now. I’ll meet you back at the house,” Riot whispers roughly.

“What about you, boss?” One of them asks. Katsuki looks between them all frantically, feeling his fingertips crackle and pop. Riot grabs his hands and twists them away from Katsuki’s legs.

“Go now,” Riot hisses. “I’ve got this covered!” Katsuki watches as the four alphas all turn on their heels and their footsteps fade into the restaurant. “ Katsuki, look at me. ”

Katsuki’s face instantly snaps to the prime’s, omega at attention and listening intently.

“ I’m your boyfriend. The villains broke in here and you were so scared that you called me to come and get you. The villains left before I got here. Let me do most of the talking. Do you understand, omega? ”

The information sinks heavily into Katsuki’s brain and his omega absorbs every word like it’s nothing short of gospel. “Yes, alpha,” he responds automatically and quivers beneath the command.

“Good, omega. So perfect. Be good for me just a little longer…” Riot murmurs as he reaches for the door, clicks the lock and opens it.

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Katsuki doesn’t remember much about speaking with the cops or the report he made. All he knows is that once the police officers leave and Riot closes the door, his conscious mind slams to the forefront. “What the fuck…” he mutters and his eyes shoot to Riot. “What the hell did you fucking do to me?!” he yells, pissed off beyond belief. Pissed at the prime in front of him and pissed at his omega for rolling belly up and hijacking him completely.

“There you are,” Riot chuckles and takes a step closer to him.

Katsuki instantly takes two steps back, trying to distance himself from that overwhelming scent and powerful prime alpha. He’s never had such a reaction to anyone of any gender or designation. It’s like Riot has the ability to completely hack his biology. His caramel scent rises hot and furious in the area as Katsuki continues to take large steps back from the predator in front of him. Riot stops moving, but his eyes track his movements with a glint of excitement that Katsuki doesn’t trust.

When Katsuki finally reaches the edge of the vestibule entryway and takes a step onto the hardwood floors of the restaurant proper, feet crunching on broken glass, he pivots on his heels and fucking runs. He skids over floors and his sneakers squeak as he veers past the kitchen swing doors. He vaults himself over the stainless steel prep island in the center, turns the corner past the sink bays into the back hallway so sharply that he clips his shoulder. He ignores the pain as victory is in his sights when the backdoor comes into view. He lengthens his strides as breaths pant from his lungs harshly. Have to get outside. Outside is safe. Run. Run. Faster. He puts both hands in front of him in preparation to push the ‘fire exit’ bar that will allow him to escape to freedom.

A hint of powerful musk is the only warning he gets before he is tackled bodily to the ground. Katsuki twists at the last second and his palms spark automatically as they touch against the prime’s chest. He can feel the kickback of the explosion in his arms when it releases, his ears popping with the pressure of the boom and the weight pressing over him disappears as the prime is forced away from him just before his head cracks against the tile floor. Instant pain swamps him forcing a grunt from his lips.

“Fuck, little one, are you okay?” Riot’s voice sounds right above him, his scent flooded with surprise and concern..

Katsuki’s eyes crack open halfway as dizziness makes the world spin and everything appears blurred. “How’re you alive…?” Katsuki mumbles, his words just about as blurred as his sight.

“Omega, you can’t hurt me,” Riot murmurs and Katsuki feels his body being lifted. Everything hurts too badly for him to even squirm in the hold.

“What the fuck?” he curses as fingers suddenly start prodding at the back of his head.

“Told you I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Riot explains, “Yet here you are, hurt again. I’m sorry, little one.” He carefully cradles the back of Katsuki’s neck and shifts him so that Katsuki’s chin is resting on the prime’s shoulder right next to his scent gland. Strong arms are banded under Katsuki’s ass, holding him in a child’s carry.

Katsuki’s head swirls in confusion, but as more of the alpha’s scent swamps him, the confusion seems to fade into the background. “Your scent…” Katsuki mutters, unsure of where the thought was taking him as his eyes start to droop. The musky sandalwood sinks its claws deep into his brain and tugs at his omega like a short leash, bringing it to perfect heel.

“I know, little prime omega, you’re meant to be mine,” Riot says so softly that Katsuki almost doesn’t catch it in his scent-drunk state.

“Not a prime,” Katsuki whispers hoarsely. He would know…wouldn’t he?

Riot chuckles. “Baby, you don’t like other alpha scents, do you?”

“Fuckin’ stink,” Katsuki barely answers, floating in some far away place. He could live in this scent forever.

“That’s because you’re a prime. It also explains your aggressive nature and susceptibility to my pheromones. Primes are meant to mate with primes. You’re the first prime omega I’ve ever met. It’s fate that we met tonight.” Katsuki thinks he should be concerned about that statement, but at the same time it feels right.

Katsuki doesn’t even register that they’re walking. Doesn’t realize that they’re finally outside, traveling beneath silent stars. The cool air doesn’t prickle his skin and Riot’s movements are so sure and steady that he isn’t jostled from his fuzzy headspace. It could only be moments, or it could be hours, he doesn’t know as he lays comfortably cradled in strong arms. He feels like he’s snuggled deep in his nest, feels right at home. There’s no reason to leave.

Riot’s voice startles him out of his stupor. “We’re home, little one.”

“Nest?” Katsuki whispers and nuzzles into the prime’s neck. 

Riot chuckles lightly and one of his arms shifts. Katsuki can feel strong fingers pet through his hair. “No, little one, my den.”

Katsuki whines lightly. He’s not necessarily upset, just unsettled being away from his nest. Instinctually, he knows that his prime will take care of him though.

“It’ll be okay, little one. You can build a new nest here, I promise,” the prime whispers. “We’ll get your stuff tomorrow, okay?”

Katsuki lifts his head a little, confusion trickling through him. “Alpha?”

“You’re moving in here,” the prime says simply, answering the unspoken question.

Katsuki lays his head back down on Riot’s shoulder. “Yes, alpha.”

Riot nuzzles his cheek. “Oh boy, you are gonna be pissed as hell in the morning, little one,” he says lightly.

Katsuki rubs his cheek against the prime’s, unsure of why Riot would say that. The scent around him increases, laying over him like a warm blanket. Katsuki is laid down over soft blankets and he snuggles into the covers.

“Irresistible…” the prime mutters.

RIOT  

A prime omega… Riot looks down at the small blonde sleeping in his bedding in the middle of his den, scent drunk and soft. Fucking beautiful. He has to have him. He doesn’t care what he has to do, but this young little prime spitfire is going to be his mate.

He could smell the rest of his pack’s curiosity in their scents when he arrived at the pack house with the omega in his arms. Typically a pack of all alphas would be relatively unheard of, but with Riot’s prime designation, he needed stronger packmates than most. Sharing an omega, on the other hand, is a more common practice with packs that have more than one alpha…But, Riot will not be sharing Katsuki. A prime omega wouldn’t mesh well with other alphas anyway and Riot selfishly wants him all to himself. The others won’t even think to question him. That’s not to say that his pack won’t fall head over heels and want to dote on the omega though. Riot rolls his eyes, imagining his pack’s antics already. 

He runs his fingers through soft blonde hair, playing lightly with the ruffled locks that have somehow become even more wild with Katsuki’s rolling in his sheets. The blonde is quiet now, eyelids twitching while he dreams. Riot wonders what he’s dreaming about while staring almost sightlessly at the unmarked gland on Katsuki’s neck. It would be so easy…he thinks. All he’d have to do to tie this little omega to him forever would be to lean down and sink his fangs in. His prime is compulsively obsessing about claiming Katsuki right here and now. Claim. Mate. Breed. Protect.

“What am I going to do with you?” Riot whispers, unable to sleep or take his eyes off of his prize for even a moment. He worries that if he goes to sleep, Katsuki will wake and take off. Something tells Riot that his little omega is intelligent and adaptable when his instincts aren’t being overridden. While Riot enjoys the chase, he’s not sure he can handle having the omega out of his reach and wouldn’t put it past Katsuki to run far and hide well. The initial scent exposure, the neck scenting, plus multiple prime commands right out of the gate probably was too much stimulation and pushed Katsuki down deep while his omega was forced to take over. After his instincts settle through exposure, Riot thinks that Katsuki will be right at the forefront when he wakes up. He smirks thinking about how different Katsuki is versus his omega…one is soft, submissive, and tactile…whereas the other is shrewd, prickly, and defensive. He would pay top dollar to hear the daily argument between them…imagines that it’s quite the warzone. The villain in him covets the dichotomy as a rare find, a treasure to be sure.

Katsuki’s scent gland is calling to him, practically begging for a bite. He’s a villain…he just takes what he wants. Why should this be any different…? He leans down closer to the source of that mouthwatering caramel scent that sticks in his nose and makes his prime feral. Fuck, he almost feels close to rut. Everything in him is tugging and reaching for the small blonde. He wants to cover Katsuki in his seed and scent, wants to mark him so thoroughly that others wouldn’t dare to even approach. His eyes roam downwards momentarily. He left Katsuki in his clothes, minus his work apron, just a simple pair of jeans and a stained white t-shirt. The omega at first glance is small all over…much shorter than Riot’s hulking height, tiny waist, and thin stature. But, Riot’s eyes catch on the strategically hidden curves hidden beneath the baggy clothes. He reaches out and runs his fingers over Katsuki’s plush chest, down over defined abs, and up over his child-bearing hips. Unable to resist, he grabs a handful of firm asscheeks and uses the grip to tug the omega closer to him, until their fronts are flush together and Riot can wrap his arm entirely over Katsuki’s lithe frame.

A small hand reaches out and grabs the front of Riot’s shirt in a loose fist, a subconscious movement. Riot stares down at Katsuki’s pale fist and not for the first time, wonders about Katsuki’s quirk. He’s never seen such a powerful quirk, and he hazards a guess that what he saw was only a small portion of its firepower. Omegas tend to have weaker quirks, but maybe since Katsuki is a prime…his quirk is even more evidence of his designation. It seems like Katsuki has poor control over it, and it sometimes activates without his knowledge or will. It had broken Riot’s heart to look up and see the small omega crouched on the floor, nearly in tears, scent acrid, and staring at his hands like they had personally betrayed him. It had almost seemed as if Katsuki was afraid of his own quirk.

Riot is torn out of his musings when the omega gives a violent jerk below his arms. He looks down to see ruby red eyes open and glaring. “You have approximately five seconds to explain, Shitty Hair…” Katsuki growls, tiny omega fangs glinting brightly.

“So…not a morning person then…” Riot jokes and lets out a little chuckle, but notices that the joke falls flat when the omega’s face twists into a sneer and Riot feels a small crackle against his skin, where his fist is still clutched in Riot’s shirt. 

Katsuki’s eyes widen at the sound and suddenly yanks his hand back from Riot like he was the one burned. Both of them look down at the hole singed through Riot’s shirt. The spark had caught him before he had a chance to harden in response, and the flesh is bright red and angry.

“Fuck!” Katsuki snarls and tries to wiggle out from under Riot’s arm, his scent flaring bright in alarm.

Riot just tightens his arm in response and keeps Katsuki locked against him. “Hush, little one…it’s fine.” He can’t even feel the burn. He’s been sliced and diced enough times by his own quirk that it has no effect.

“No! You don’t understand!” Katsuki shouts as he continues to writhe, trying to escape Riot’s hold. “You have to let me go. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Riot actually laughs and Katsuki stops dead still and stares at him. “Little one, I already told you that you can’t hurt me. You could probably blow me backwards with the force, but you can’t actually hurt me.” He allows his quirk to ripple over his skin so that the omega can see for himself.

Katsuki squints, watching the skin change with what Riot would classify as a quizzical expression…like he’s studying something strange through a microscope. “Oh that reminds me,” Riot interjects and leaves his skin hardened when he notices Katsuki reach out to brush his fingers over the texture like his outrage and fear have been completely forgotten in lieu of solving some sort of mystery. “You said you were a student…What are you studying, Katsuki?”

At the use of his name, Katsuki glances up at Riot, one eyebrow raised imperiously. “Why the fuck do you wanna know?” He asks, guard flying back up.

Because I want to know everything about you… Riot keeps that thought to himself. “Was just wondering…” he mutters instead.

“Chemistry,” Katsuki murmurs, eyes back on Riot’s skin. He taps his fingers heavily against the hardened skin of Riot’s shoulder. “It feels like rock…” he says to himself.

“Very similar, it’s harder though. Gunshots bounce right off instead of splintering it,” Riot explains, happy to see this side of his omega. He can see calculations running through those beautiful mercurial eyes. “The only part of your explosions that affect me is the air pressure.”

Katsuki hums like he’s thinking deeply and Riot is more than content to let Katsuki ruminate and ask questions. He’s honestly surprised–

Those fierce eyes bounce back up to Riot’s and Katsuki’s face does something complicated that Riot can’t decipher. Suddenly, Katsuki’s scent wells up in rage and Riot can feel what’s coming like a living entity in the room with them. “Why the fuck am I here?” Katsuki asks, voice low and menacing. He then looks around, trying to twist his gaze from his pinned position. “Better yet, where the fuck am I?! And how the fuck did I even get here?!”

Ahhh…there he is. “You’re in my den because you’re going to be my mate. I carried you here last night after you fell and hit your head at the restaurant,” Riot responds.

Blonde eyebrows raise into the omega’s hairline briefly, scent littered with surprise…but then it turns dark and defensive again. “What the actual fuck? I’m not mating with you! I don’t even know you!”

Riot chuckles and retracts his arm from around Katsuki. Time to prove a point. He spent all night thinking about how he was going to rebuttal the omega’s protest. But, he realized that he just has to let biology do its thing and work in his favor. Primes are rare. It’s unlikely Katsuki will ever encounter one again in his life. As a prime omega…Riot knows that Katsuki’s omega will make the decision for him when presented with the ultimatum of having an extremely compatible mate or taking its unlikely chances on finding another potential suitor before Katsuki ages out of his breeding cycle. Is it vastly underhanded to play this card? Yes, but Riot isn’t about to let Katsuki go. 

“Do you wish to leave, omega?” He asks softly, keeping his scent flaring in a display of dominance while keeping his face and voice neutral. He’s proposing a choice when there’s actually no contest for the result.

Katsuki looks at him sharply and raises a suspicious brow. His nostrils flare, no doubt trying to figure out Riot’s game.

“You can leave at any time, Katsuki,” Riot says gently and to further his ploy, he scoots back a little from the omega. He instantly hates the space between them. His prime is snarling and clawing to get closer, but Riot is invested in this outcome. He knows that in order to win this omega over, he’s going to have to give the illusion that Katsuki has a choice.

Ruby red eyes dart between Riot and the bedroom door behind him. A grin threatens to split Riot’s face when Katsuki’s caramel scent turns smoky with indecision. Indecision implies that the omega is considering his options. Riot amplifies his scent with comfort and safety…a promise to take care of the omega…to give it everything it could ever desire.

Katsuki shifts and scoots further away and moves to sit up like he’s going to leave. For the first time, Riot fears that his scheme may fail. Katsuki is clearly used to denying his omega. Is it possible that he’s able to resist the call of a prime?  

The blonde sits up fully and begins to crawl to the foot of the bed, completely bypassing Riot. The urge to sit up and recapture the retreating omega thrums like a war drum within Riot. Katsuki’s eyes are watching Riot like a hawk as his bare feet touch the hardwood floor, his body is hunched over and wary…like prey. Riot watches him right back, trying to suffocate his need to chase the omega and pin him down so that he can’t leave. Riot is pumping out every pheromone he has at his disposal and Katsuki’s breathing picks up, letting him know that the omega is receiving his signals loud and clear. C’mon omega…submit.

Katsuki still hasn’t moved from his position at the foot of the bed. His hand is still touching the comforter on the bed, gripping it in a white knuckled grip. A drop of sweat trickles down his forehead. His scent is rife with confusion…cycling between caution, desire, fear, anger, and contentment. The war has begun. Those fierce blood rubies are hidden away as Katsuki closes his eyes and clenches his jaw like he’s physically in pain.

He’s so close. Riot needs to push just a little harder. “Omega, come back to bed…let me take care of you,” he croons, deep and low.

Katsuki is practically vibrating in place. “Is that an order, Riot?” he growls quietly.

Riot watches him carefully. “No, little one, it’s an invitation.”

Katsuki tilts his head and cracks an eye open as more sweat gathers at his hairline. His words come out breathy and strained, “I have a fucking life, Riot…school, work, familly…You’re a wanted criminal who broke in, took me, manipulated my own biology, and then told me that you’re going to mate me without even asking first. Tch.”

“I’m not going to take those things from you, omega…Last night was not one of my best moments for sure. But, I don’t regret it. I would take you a thousand times over because I know that you’re meant for me.” Riot’s prime is clawing to get out, near feral and foaming at the mouth because the omega is even thinking of leaving. Not close enough. Stop him.

“What? Like bullshit ‘fate mates’ or something?” Katsuki sneers, but his words end on a soft whine that Riot’s ears faintly pick up. Katsuki’s omega is so close to taking over and making the decision for the both of them.

“Something like that…” Riot rumbles in response. “Your omega is crying out for my alpha, Katsuki. I can feel that tugging inside…and so can you.”

Katsuki snarls, “Goddamnit!” Little crackles sound from his palms and the smell of burnt fabric taints the maelstrom of their scents battling for supremacy. Katsuki lifts his hand from the bedding and brushes his fingers over the burnt hole. He stares hard at it, like he might find all of the answers he’s looking for in the remains. He’s silent for several moments.

“You’re fucking annoying, you know that?” Katsuki suddenly whispers fiercely.

Riot cracks a grin and chuckles, “Oddly, that’s the first time I’ve been called ‘annoying’...”

“Fucking shitty-haired bad guys and their damn scent, fucking everything up,” Katsuki mumbles quietly to himself.

Resisting the urge to laugh at the pouty look on his little omega’s face, Riot sits up and scoots until he’s sitting on the edge right next to where Katsuki is still gripping the bed like it’s home base, keeping him safe.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow on him and Riot can see the urge to flee flash in his eyes, but pure stubbornness keeps him planted in place. Riot keeps very calm, scent welcoming and reassuring. Everything itches to reach out and tug Katsuki to him, pull him into his arms and never let go. His plan has to work.

Katsuki’s eyes shoot briefly to the door and his muscles tense like he wants to move. Riot also tenses, ready to intercept. The shift is not lost on the omega who clocks the minute movement in his body language. “Thought you said I could leave if I wanted to?” the omega challenges.

Riot shrugs. “You can, but my alpha wants me to stop you,” he responds simply.

“It’s just biology,” Katsuki mutters petulantly. “It doesn’t mean anything…”

“No, baby. It means we’re highly compatible. It means that you were meant for me.”

“But I have a life. It’s not much, but I worked too hard for it just to end up barefoot and pregnant with an alpha in jail,” Katsuki snarls, but Riot can hear that his heart isn’t really in it. His little omega is just putting up token protests at this point, but also phishing for reassurance.

“Not going to take your life from you, little one. You can still go to school. I’ll even pay for it. You can work, or just focus on your studies. I’ll meet your family, we’ll invite your friends over. I’ll give you anything you want, baby…just be mine,” Riot croons and holds out his hand towards Katsuki.

“But you’re still a villain…” Katsuki whispers like it’s some great secret.

“I am,” Riot admits easily. 

“You almost got caught last night,” Katsuki snipes with fangs bared.

“But we didn’t…because of you, baby.”

“I don’t want to be a villain, Riot. I wanted to be a hero, but my quirk…” Katsuki’s shoulders droop and his scent is littered with disappointment.

“Your quirk is special, little one. I know a place where you can practice.” Riot has connections everywhere. “I can at least teach you to defend yourself. You don’t have to be a villain. I would never ask that of you.”

“No, you just want me to be an accomplice,” Katsuki retorts.

“Semantics, baby,” Riot can tell that he’s wearing the omega down. Victory is so fucking close he can taste it. He’s telling the truth about giving Katsuki everything he could ever dream of, it’s just getting the little omega past the details of how Riot will accomplish all of that.

“You’re Blood Riot, aren’t you?” Katsuki asks quietly. His scent seems resigned with a small hint of suspicion.

“Yes, baby.”

Katsuki sighs and rolls his eyes, “Of course you are.”

KATSUKI

Katsuki is stuck. His omega is holding him hostage. Unfortunately, his omega looks at red flags like a damn shopping list and Katsuki is getting no say in the matter. He looks at the alpha who reeks of honesty…and reassurance. His scent is addictive and Katsuki just wants to get closer, can practically feel the kinetic force propelling him forward. Mate. His omega is practically chanting in his head and for the first time, Katsuki is unable to push it away. Normally, he can snuff out his instincts with just a thought, but this prime is overruling all previous precedents.

Blood Riot is a notorious villain, the one who always gets away, the one who the heroes don’t even bother engaging anymore because of the danger levels. Katsuki’s prospective suitor has sent too many to the Intensive Care Unit. Even the commission is scared…and with no one able to stand up to Riot’s defensive quirk or his ability to command anyone of any designation, he goes unchallenged. Oddly, Katsuki doesn’t fear him though. He probably should, given the prime’s reputation and how he’d just burst into Katsuki’s life like a goddamn steam roller, but now that the shock has worn off, he just feels conflicted. Katsuki has no idea why the alpha thought he had to hide in the restaurant when he could just stay and fight, but a part of him is tossed up as to whether he should be cursing fate or thanking it. Maybe ‘fated mates’ do exist…maybe that’s why Katsuki finds himself unable to take one step closer to that door.

Katsuki thinks about his life. Riot’s promises sound good…too good. Does he want a mate? He’s honestly never really thought about it. His parents have often tried to play matchmaker and set him up with alphas, but he could never get past their smell or…their expectations that he be a demure little housewife. Ugh, not a chance in fucking hell.  

He really looks at Riot. The alpha is fucking gorgeous despite Katsuki’s little insult about his hair. It’s only because Katsuki’s fingers twitch with the thought of running them through those beautiful soft looking tresses. Riot towers over him and is built like a tank, making Katsuki feel small and safe. God, don’t get him started on the prime’s scent…Katsuki wants to fucking drown in it. Every nuance screams at him to let go and just submit. Let alpha take care of you. Katsuki’s omega is absolutely smitten, making Katsuki waffle in his decision. He knows that he’s only being given the illusion of choice. Knows that Riot is manipulating him, but oddly he doesn’t feel like he’s being lied to. It’s a tenuous balance. Riot is only one ‘Baby’ away from winning. Katsuki fucking hates losing, but maybe they can both benefit from this and call it a draw. 

It definitely doesn’t help that he’s been wet since he woke up. Luckily, his boxers are scent neutralizing and mostly keep his slick contained, otherwise the back of his jeans would be soaked. Katsuki is thankful now that he spent the extra money. He’s been actively masking his scent this entire time, but the longer he stands here, the harder it’s becoming. Stubbornly, he doesn’t want the prime to know just how much Katsuki is affected until he’s absolutely sure of this alpha’s intentions. He knows for a fact that Riot is doing the exact same thing. The prime wasn’t wrong that Katsuki’s omega is crying, desperate after being deprived for so long. Most omegas at his age are already wed and bred…but Katsuki has never been able to connect with an alpha or even a beta for that matter. But this prime…makes Katsuki throb below. Every instinct within him screams that Riot is perfect for him.

“Katsuki?” Riot interrupts Katsuki’s internal debate with a gentle tone and holds out his large calloused hand.

Katsuki glances up from where he’d been rubbing over the burn hole in the comforter absentmindedly. “Hmmm?” he questions softly. 

“You’ve already made your decision, omega,” Riot murmurs.

“I know,” Katsuki sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s made his decision, but can’t help wondering if he’s going to regret it. He’s tying himself to a villain, lord help him…but fuck, he wants him. Goddamnit.

“Come here, little one,” Riot croons, keeping his hand outstretched, a pleased scent billowing around them.

Just to be a little shit, Katsuki finally breaks the dam and lets all of his scent out at once and watches with a little bit of satisfaction as Riot’s eyes widen and dilate as his nostrils flare dramatically. A wide sharp grin stretches the prime’s face. That outstretched hand grabs Katsuki’s arm to pull him in between Riot’s spread legs where they’re planted over the edge of the bed. Katsuki doesn’t resist as Riot pulls him close, one arm wrapping around his waist and the other brushes fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “Pretty omega…” Riot growls.

A blast of the alpha’s full scent meets Katsuki’s head-on as he tucks his chin over the prime’s shoulder. Desire, Comfort, Reassurance, Possessiveness, and Arousal swirls in the air, tangling the two scents in a maelstrom of emotion. Riot’s fingers tighten to fist Katsuki’s hair and he keeps him still as the prime notches their necks together. Katsuki goes limp in his arms as the oils mix and make his neurons fire in pleasure.

“Stupid alpha,” Katsuki mutters in a bratty, yet breathless tone as more slick threatens the integrity of his boxers.

Riot chuckles in response and nuzzles into Katsuki’s cheek. “You smell needy, omega…”

Katsuki lets out a ‘Tch’ in response.

Riot’s arm over Katsuki’s waist shifts, and a hand brushes down over Katsuki’s ass. “Clever omega…hiding how much you want this…” Riot grumbles almost playfully and massages down directly over Katsuki’s hole through his pants, making Katsuki’s cock press against the zipper of his jeans almost painfully. “Are you wet, little one?”

Katsuki jumps a little at the sensation and uncertainty fills him. He has no experience with this. He’s always just satisfied himself and usually only during his heats. He’s not used to being touched by another person, and doesn’t know what to expect. His omega is practically purring at the thought of a knot, but outside of his heat toys, Katsuki has never taken the real thing. He doesn’t want to fuck this up, finds that he actually wants to satisfy his alpha.

“Katsuki?” Riot asks, a note of concern in his tone. “Little one, why do you smell anxious?”

Katsuki tries to pull back the embarrassment that litters his scent and his cock softens in his pants. He’s fucking twenty years old, he should have at least had a real dick before…but between classes, work, and his general aversion to other alphas…he just–

“Talk to me, omega,” Riot murmurs and keeps a stable hand over Katsuki’s ass, but doesn’t move an inch. Katsuki can smell the prime’s confusion. Ugh, why can’t he just know???  

Katsuki’s tongue feels tied in a knot when he tries to voice his hesitance. He doesn’t want to stop, but what if Riot thinks his inexperience is too much to deal with. Katsuki is already a handful, this just adds to it. What if it makes him less desirable? Does it make him less of an omega? “I just..”

Riot runs his fingers soothingly through Katsuki’s hair and leans back a little. Katsuki jolts when suddenly lips are pressed against his. Fuck, fuck, fuck…what does he do?! At first, his lips are still while his brain scrambles. He’s being kissed again. It feels good, feels intimate and soft. Trying to reciprocate, he attempts to mimic Riot’s movements. A little nip of sharp teeth against his bottom lip makes his lips part in a gasp. Then, a tongue thrusts into his mouth and Katsuki ignites. Every atom in his body heats up and he feels the trickle of slick from his hole in response and his dick once again rises to the occasion. His tongue hesitantly darts forward to lick over the wet appendage invading his mouth.

After a few moments, Riot leans back and looks at him, eyes roving over him with an inquisitive gaze. Then there’s a look of revelation in garnet eyes, and Katsuki is forced to look away with his face on fire when he can smell the surprise in the prime’s scent. “Katsuki, you’ve never done any of this before, have you?”

Katsuki can’t answer and looks down at the floor, trying to taper the shame in his scent. Firm fingers dart out and forcibly lift his chin. “Baby, you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

Katsuki’s eyes dart up when the scent around them balloons with unfettered prime  arousal. “You’re not upset?” he asks, uncharacteristically meek.

Riot’s eyes widen and his eyebrows dart into his hairline, right before he presses hard against Katsuki’s ass, forcing their hard cocks to brush together through their clothes. “Little one, do I feel upset to you?”

Katsuki shakes his head.

Riot gives a snarl deep in his throat and surges forward to capture Katsuki’s lips again, hands palming both sides of Katsuki’s face. This time, Katsuki can feel the difference. It feels like he’s being devoured, stripped bare and eaten alive. He tries to move his lips to match Riot’s, but he can’t keep up and a whine rips from his chest. It feels like Riot is sucking the very air from his lungs, and making his skin raw with sensitivity with only his mouth. He’s barely even touching Katsuki, but every bit of Katsuki reaches out with need. He thrusts his hips forward involuntarily to get more friction against his cock, while slick now drizzles from his hole. He can smell it as it starts to soak the seat of his pants.

Riot’s hands leave his face, and Katsuki breaks the kiss when he feels a tug at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Let me see you, little one…” Riot growls. Generally, the order would grate Katsuki’s nerves, but in this context Katsuki just lifts his arms to allow the fabric to be tugged over his head. He feels exposed and resists the urge to cross his arms to cover his plush chest and exposed skin. Riot’s eyes are heated and hungry as they look him over.

Riot’s hand once again brushes over the back of Katsuki’s jeans while his other strokes lightly over Katsuki’s flat abdomen, fingers trailing through his happy trail. “You’re soaking, baby…will you take these off for me?” Those fingers stop at the top of Katsuki’s jeans and tug lightly at the waistband.

Katsuki looks at him for just a moment, trying to summon his normal determination. He can do this…He can. Fuck. He feels nerves prickle over his skin, causing goosebumps to rise and his limbs tremble a little bit as he reaches for the button of his jeans.

“Katsuki…” Riot murmurs lightly. “Remember, how I said I wasn’t going to hurt you?” Katsuki’s eyes dart up and meet an earnest expression. “That’s still true, baby. You’re mine and I’m going to treasure you.” He strokes a hand over Katsuki’s cock stretching the front of his jeans and a shiver races down the omega’s spine. “But I’m also going to ruin you, little one. Gonna make those pretty red eyes roll back as I make you cum over and over again from pleasure. Gonna stretch you out nice and slow with my fingers, get you all wet and sloppy…” Riot’s fingers replace Katsuki’s over his button and slowly undoes it, before pulling down the zipper so slowly that Katsuki can hear each individual tick of the teeth. Katsuki’s bulge presses between the now separated opening, a little wet patch on the front of his orange boxers. Riot’s fingers stroke over it softly, just a tease that makes a groan slip from Katsuki’s lips.

Riot smiles gently and grips the waistband of Katsuki’s jeans just over his hips and pulls the fabric down, down, down until it pools at Katsuki’s ankles. “Then, I’m going to stuff you full with my cock, press deep into those virgin insides and carve out a space just for me and my knot.”

“Alpha,” Katsuki shakes and whimpers, barely managing to step out of his jeans and kick them to the side without tripping over the fabric.

 Riot grips either side of Katsuki’s hips and strokes them upwards over his ribs, then palms Katsuki’s plush pecs before tweaking both of his nipples. “So pretty, baby…” Riot spends time pinching and rolling Katsuki’s pert buds, until they peak almost painfully and Katsuki whines and arches into the stimulation. He’s never even thought to play with himself there, never realized how sensitive they were, how the tugging and rubbing sends little zips to his twitching cock and makes his insides clench and ache.

When the prime is satisfied and something feral winds through his scent, Katsuki almost sways in place as the smell ravages his senses. His mind starts to slip back into that hazy drunken state and he tilts his head to the side, welcoming the alpha to do as he pleases. He wants to hear more of the alpha’s filthy words, wants more of his touch. “Please,” Katsuki gasps, not really knowing what he’s asking for…just knows that he needs more of everything.

“I know, little one,” Riot rumbles and his hands stroke downwards to the waistband of Katsuki’s boxers. He snaps the band lightly, and then grips both sides. Katsuki’s eyes widen when Riots’s fingers take on the jagged texture of his quirk and shred through the boxers like paper mache. Katsuki’s cock springs forward as that tatters fall to the floor and Riot’s fingers once again soften. Fuck, why is that so hot?

“Fuck omega, you smell so sweet. You smell like ‘Mine’...” Riot mutters darkly. “Come lay over my lap, baby.”

A tendril of confusion winds through Katsuki, but he’s not left to wonder long when Riot grabs his arms lightly and shifts him to the side and Riot’s legs close together. He guides Katsuki forward and bends him over his thighs, ass up and exposed. Katsuki can’t help but squirm at the positioning over Riot’s still clothed lap. He can feel the hard press of Riot’s cock digging into his belly. He hasn’t even seen it yet and knows that it’s much larger than any dildo he’s ever ridden. He’s honestly not even sure that it will fit inside him.

“Oh, it’ll fit, little omega,” Riot answers gruffly and Katsuki blushes, not having realized that he was muttering his thoughts out loud. “We’re gonna make it fit, baby. You’re gonna be so full, you’ll never want to be empty again. Gonna make this ass gape open and make you squirt.”

Warm palms grip Katsuki’s cheeks firmly and spread them apart. “Jesus, Katsuki, you’re fucking dripping down your thighs.” Katsuki can feel the heat blaze over his face and neck, even as his hole clenches down at Riot’s inspection. He jolts when fingers suddenly press over his opening and swirl in the pool of slick gathered there. Katsuki tries to look over his shoulder, and catches Riot bringing wet fingers to his mouth and sucking on the wetness gathered from the corner of his eye. 

Riot hums and his scent flares brighter. “Fuck, you taste as sweet as you smell, little one.” Fingers are back at his hole and rubbing over the tight entrance. Katsuki whines and squirms under the probing touch. “Stay still, baby,” Riot commands quietly. “Gotta open up this hungry little hole.”

RIOT

Fuck… Katsuki is perfect and wiggling across his lap, his hard little cock rubbing against the outside of Riot’s thigh. He’s never seen a more erotic sight than spreading Katsuki’s firm globes and watching a steady stream of slick pouring from his little untouched hole. Riot can’t resist and swirls his fingers once more in the shiny substance and brings them up to smear it over his lips and tongue. His alpha snarls and drools at the taste, lighting up his taste buds. His cock aches and strains underneath the panting omega. He can just imagine Katsuki’s tight wet insides sucking around his cock. He can’t wait much longer.

He now knows that Katsuki has taken toys before, but never an alpha cock. If Katsuki’s cute little mutterings are anything to go by, he’s never had anything like Riot crammed inside of him, so Riot is going to have to go slow and get him ready. A single finger drags through Katsuki’s slick liberally and then notches against his twitching rim. He sinks the finger in slowly and Katsuki’s hole swallows him up easily as he presses in deeper. Katsuki is tight, constricting around just a single finger. 

Katsuki whines loudly as the thick finger breaches him and rubs gently against plushy walls. The sound goes straight to Riot’s cock and he leaks a little more inside his own boxers. “Doing so well, little one. Sucking me in like that.” More slick starts to trickle out past his finger as Katsuki clenches down.

Riot smirks. He gets the feeling that his little omega likes when he talks. He’s going to have to test that theory. He begins thrusting the finger in and out, trying to loosen the rigid muscles. After a few moments, he adds another finger, making Katsuki grunt. “So perfect and tight, little one. Gonna feel so fucking good around my cock. You were just waiting for me to come along, weren’t you…just waiting for a prime cock that could get you to submit?” Riot rumbles and pushes out all of his dominant scent. Fuck, he wants to breed this omega full. Mark him up and claim him.

Katsuki’s hole pulses and goes lax below him, the perfect image of surrender. “Yes, alpha,” he mewls as Riot speeds up his fingers and curls them down.

A sudden thought occurs to Riot. “Baby, are you on birth control?” Fuck, as much as he wants to fill Katsuki with his cum, he doubts the omega wants pups just yet.

Katsuki lets out a stuttered moan and jerks when Riot hits the right spot inside him. Riot grins watching Katsuki’s feet arch and toes curl.

“Answer the question, little one…” Riot growls.

“Yes, alpha!” Katsuki yelps when Riot adds a third finger and repeatedly strokes over that spot now that he’s found it. He can feel Katsuki’s cock jerk and leak, soaking through Riot’s pants at his thigh. Slick is practically pouring out of Katsuki’s hole to soak down over Riot’s lap. His pants will be ruined and he couldn’t care less, he wants to see his little omega spray like a damn firehose. He wants his whole room to reek of omega slick by the time he’s done. He has no doubt that their scents have leached into the rest of the house, and imagines that his packmates are all frantically jerking their cocks raw to the overpowering smell.

“Good fucking boy…gonna breed this little hole. Fill it with cum until that little tummy bloats with it, make you look pregnant, baby. Would you like that?” Katsuki clenches hard at that. “You’re so small, bet I can make you bulge with how deep I’m gonna fuck inside you…”

“Alpha!” Katsuki wails and starts to buck his hips backwards while he grips frantically to Riot’s other leg. Riot adds a fourth finger and stretches all of them wide, opening Katsuki further while practically drilling his knuckles against Katsuki’s rim.

“You’re gonna be my good boy and take it all, aren’t you?” Riot snarls, alpha pacing and watching the little omega shiver and shake as he clenches. He can practically smell Katsuki getting close to cumming his little brains out…

“Fuck yes, alpha…please, please, please,” Katsuki begs, gummy insides pulsing around Riot’s fingers.

“That’s it, little one, cum on my fingers.” Riot curls his fingers harder and presses down hard over Katsuki’s prostate. “ Cum for me, Katsuki. ”

Riot feels as the command slams over the little omega in his lap and Katsuki squeals as he sprays around Riot’s fingers, covering his hand in clear shining fluid, while his cock squirts against Riot’s leg. Riot doesn’t waste a moment and cones his thumb into his hand and presses his fist past Katsuki’s flooded and fluttering rim while Katsuki trembles and cries out. Riot’s knot is thicker than his fist, so this is necessary to open Katsuki up. Riot is much larger than an average alpha and knows that an average omega can’t take his knot, but Katsuki is built for this. His fist pops inside with a wet sucking sound and he presses it deep inside.

“Riot!” Katsuki screams as his back bows and head flies up, nearly falling off of Riot’s lap, but Riot’s other hand lashes out and presses in the middle of Katsuki’s back to keep him pinned to his lap. 

“You can take it, omega. Don’t want to tear you open on my knot. Just breathe, baby,” Riot coaches through gritted teeth.

Katsuki writhes underneath his palm and over his fist. Riot twists it inside him until his knuckles graze over Katsuki’s prostate. More slick gushes around Riot’s wrist. “That’s it, let it all go, little one.” Riot starts to grind his fist through his omega’s wet molten insides. Katsuki whimpers pathetically and drops down over his lap, boneless and shuddering.

Riot pulls his fist out slowly, watching avidly as Katsuki’s hole clings and spreads wide as his knuckles pass through. When his hand pulls free, slick runs like a river from Katsuki’s gaping rim while the omega sucks in great gasping inhales.

Riot thumbs over the twitching and sloppy edges of Katsuki’s once tight entrance, watching as it tries and fails to shrink back down. “How do you feel, baby?”

“N-need you, alpha,” Katsuki whispers almost frantically, sounding out of it.

“You need more, don’t you, little one?” Riot asks, lips quirked up in pleasure.

“Yesssss…” Katsuki groans and his entrance begins to close slowly as he clenches down and slick drips from his pink walls.

Riot removes his hand from Katsuki’s back and grips the back of his hair in a fist, pulling Katsuki’s face up so that he can see it. “Do you know how to present, little omega?”

Katsuki gasps at the harsh treatment, but the red of his eyes is nearly eclipsed with pupil and Riot can tell that Katsuki is floating in omega-space, his instincts ruling his every move. Right now he’d let Riot do anything he wanted. “Yes, alpha,” Katsuki rasps, desperately.

“Good, baby. Now get up on the bed and Present for your alpha. ” 

Riot releases his hold on Katsuki’s hair and he marvels as the omega scrambles off of his lap and crawls up onto the bed on hands and knees, before perfectly presenting with his ass in the air and chest pressed to the sheets right in the middle of Riot’s bed. Riot has never seen a more perfect being in all of existence.

He quickly shucks his clothes and hisses when his hard and flushed cock finally meets the cool air of the room. He crawls up the bed behind Katsuki and quickly swipes his whole hand through the mess between Katsuki’s legs before slicking his cock with it. He can see Katsuki’s cock already hard and once again leaking between his spread legs. Hmmm…no refractory period. Riot isn’t sure if it’s because Katsuki is so much younger than he is, if it’s because he’s a prime omega, or if it has to do with the chemical component of Katsuki’s quirk…but fuck, he’s going to have his work cut out for him during Katsuki’s heat. He looks forward to it.

He nudges his tip against Katsuki’s shrinking hole and realizes that Katsuki is once again tight and barely stretching to allow Riot’s girth to enter. He backs off a little, wets his hand once again and presses four fingers back into Katsuki’s heat, twisting and spreading them to once again coax the rim into loosening. “Gotta relax, omega, let me in…” Riot murmurs softly and fingers Katsuki slowly until he can once again slip his fist inside. Riot has had omegas before but never one as tight as Katsuki, never a virgin, never a prime. He works his fist in and out a few times.

“Please…” Katsuki keens and Riot yanks his fist out, only to replace it with his cock. He presses into Katsuki’s tight velvety heat slowly, watching as his slick cock sinks past Katsuki’s rim. Katsuki lets out a low groan and then a new sound breaches the air that jerks Riot’s attention away from the lewd sight of sinking his thick cock into Katsuki’s hole. A loud purr makes Katsuki’s whole body vibrate and Riot lets out an instinctive rumble in response.

Omegas only purr for their mates. It’s the highest form of trust and intimacy. It means that an omega is safe, loved, and happy. Something smug and pleased unfurls and flutters in Riot’s chest. Katsuki is his, there’s no doubt now. “Sweet omega…” he groans and presses in deeper past Katsuki’s resistance, inch by grueling inch. He reaches around Katsuki’s waist and presses against his belly, grinning when Katsuki’s skin presses outwards the further Riot sinks. “You feel that, baby? Feel me stretching you out?” 

Riot presses down harder over the bulge and grinds the heel of his palm down until he can feel the pressure over the tip of his cock. He shoves the last remaining inches in with a sharp thrust and Katsuki lets out a high-pitched screech. Katsuki’s stomach extends a good three inches. Katsuki shudders and his knuckles are white as he grips the sheets. Riot can hear little muffled pops against the comforter and little bits of smoke drift up from the ruined fabric. He chuckles lightly to himself. He’s going to have to invest in some fire proof bedding. 

“Fuuuuuuuck…” Katsuki groans quietly between stuttered sharp breaths, even as the purr continues from his chest…

Riot grabs his waist and draws his hips back only halfway before sheathing himself fully with a harsh thrust. Katsuki slides forward on the bedding with the impact. “Tell me how it feels, little one,” Riot demands and pulls out to the tip before letting it all slide back in until his pelvis smacks into Katsuki’s ass, making the flesh jiggle.

Katsuki lets out a high whine. “Alpha…f-feels…” Riot drives in again, interrupting Katsuki’s words…and again…and again. 

“Tell me how it feels, omega…” Riot commands again, this time louder, while he sets a steady rhythm driving in deep sharp thrusts. He can feel Katsuki struggling just to breathe beneath him. He likes the thought of driving every single thought out of his little omega’s head, wants him so out of his mind that the only words he can manage are ‘please’ and ‘more’.

“So deep,” Katsuki gasps and wiggles his ass like he’s trying to adjust. “Full, alpha.”

Still thinking then …Riot starts to pick up the pace, every plunge echoing with a wet slap between them, slick drooling out from where his cock dives into Katsuki’s depths. “Keep talking baby, tell me what you want,” Riot snarls and angles his hips to hit Katsuki’s little internal gland.

Katsuki yelps and his hips rock backwards. Riot is merciless in drilling against that spot. “ Tell me what you want !”

“Want you to f-fill me up, alpha! B-breed me, please!” Katsuki cries out, voice high and reedy.

Riot smiles and drives in harder. He can feel his balls hanging low and heavy, full and ready to unload, but he’s not done with his little omega yet. “Want me to breed you, little omega? Want my cum?”

“Yes, alpha, please!”

Katsuki’s back arches even further and starts to meet his thrusts earnestly. While the logical side of Riot knows that Katsuki doesn’t want pups right now, a dark part of him wants to fill him with so much cum that he gets pupped anyway. He wants to see Katsuki fat and pregnant. “Gonna carry my pups, omega?”

“Yes, alpha!” Katsuki shouts before his whole body shudders and Riot feels the gush of slick spray around his cock and can smell the cum squirting from Katsuki’s tip to the sheets below. Riot keeps fucking him hard, making Katsuki’s hole spasm around him and continue its fountain, drenching Riot’s front and creating a lake over the ruined comforter.

“Good boy,” Riot grits out. He’s forced to slow down as his own orgasm begins to creep up and his knot begins to swell. He stops and pulls out of Katsuki completely to circle his own cock to keep from cumming too early. No, he’s going to fuck Katsuki until he can’t stand anymore then he’s going to fill him with every fucking drop from his balls and lock it all inside while sinking his fangs to mark this little prime as his own.

Katsuki yelps at the sudden emptiness, as his legs quiver from aftershocks. To keep him satisfied, Riot keeps one hand circled around his cock while he shoves his other fist back inside Katsuki roughly, forcing another surprised yelp from the omega.

Katsuki clings to the sheets as his rim sucks around Riot’s wrist, begging it to go deeper. Riot obliges it and sinks it further. Katsuki’s insides give easily after taking his cock. He works it in and out a few times, with Katsuki making little grunts and gurgles with each pass over his prostate.

Finally, Riot’s knot deflates and he runs his hand downwards to feel over his engorged and sensitive balls, making sure to keep his fist moving in the fucked out omega. He wants them sagging with cum when he fills Katsuki.

Releasing his balls he reaches once again under Katsuki and feels over the bulge of his fist every time he drives inside. He’s obsessed with feeling Katsuki’s belly expand, which gives him an idea. He yanks his fist from Katsuki, while sitting on his knees right under Katsuki’s spread legs. “ Come sit on my cock, omega ,” Riot orders. 

Katsuki tilts his head up and pushes up onto his hands and knees. Riot helps guide his hips backwards as Katsuki moves to sit up and sit backwards on Riot’s cock. Once upright he squats right over Riot’s tip and just as he notches the tip inside himself and prepares to sit down, Riot reaches forward and grabs the back of Katsuki’s thighs and yanks upwards under his knees. Katsuki is instantly impaled on Riot’s cock with a scream as his feet are jerked out from beneath him. Riot locks his arms underneath Katsuki’s legs and draws them upwards around the omega’s neck until Katsuki is pinned in a seated full-nelson position. Riot looks over the little omega’s shoulder and can see where his cock extends and bulges Katsuki’s stomach.

 “Look down, baby,” he murmurs to the panting and squirming omega. Katsuki’s chin is already against his chest in this position but Riot can just barely see his lashes raise while he looks down.  Riot lifts him a little bit and drops him back down, while they both watch his cock punch against Katsuki’s skin. “See how deep I am inside you? See how I’m gonna fill this little belly with all of my cum?” 

Riot sets a steady pace of raising and dropping Katsuki down over his cock. He nuzzles and licks over Katsuki’s readily available scent gland. He can tell that Katsuki is deep in it now, no longer capable of words, only little gasps and slutty moans. Riot drags his fangs over the little swollen gland and Katsuki stiffens and Riot stills his jaw, just resting his teeth over the sensitive barrier between him and claiming this omega forever. He waits for the fear or uncertainty to leak into Katsuki’s scent, waits for Katsuki to push past his omega hindbrain and protest, but instead that rumbling purr starts rattling from his chest. “Are you gonna be mine, little omega?” Riot asks huskily as he drops Katsuki heavily over his cock, eyes glued to Katsuki’s stomach, and presses his fangs just a little harder over tender flesh.

Katsuki doesn’t respond verbally, but gives an omega coo of acceptance. Riot’s knot swells again, but he ignores it. Surprise floods through him. He knows that Katsuki’s omega had accepted him, but he’s shocked that Katsuki isn’t rearing up to stop it. Is his little omega that far down…? Call Riot selfish, but he wants both to surrender…man and beast. He will have nothing less. He backs his fangs away and instead sucks heartily at the oily skin while he drops Katsuki hard and presses him down so that Riot can grind his cock deep inside. Katsuki’s head flops back and his eyes flutter, while his body shakes and Riot can feel as yet another flood gushes from Katsuki’s ass. Only a little thin clear cum trickles from Katsuki’s cock which has been bouncing between his legs.

Riot lifts him off his cock slowly, allowing his own orgasm to once again recede as he maneuvers the little omega until Katsuki is on his back in the wet sheets. His eyes are half-lidded and absolutely fucked out as Riot lays over him, pressing him down into the mattress. He’s already decided that he’s going to claim Katsuki today, but he’s gonna bring Katsuki back to the surface just to hear the omega admit that he wants it. For some reason, Riot needs to hear the words.

“Katsuki,” Riot coos and brushes his fingers through sweaty blonde locks while looking down into blown pupils. “Baby, come back to me…”

Katsuki blinks for a moment and a chirp flies from his lips. Riot smiles at him warmly, and pulls back the scent of arousal trying to coax his conscious mind back to the surface. “C’mon, baby.”

“Alpha, empty…” Katsuki manages to whine softly. If Riot didn’t know any better, he’d think Katsuki was in heat. His poor baby has been waiting so long for him…It doesn’t take much to put him into omega-space.

“I know, little one. Come back up and talk to me, so that I can breed you full,” Riot insists.

“Alpha, please,” Katsuki begs and wiggles beneath him.

He hums in thought. “ Katsuki !” Riot summons, command firm and unyielding.

Katsuki jerks and gasps like he’s just been struck by lightning. “What the fuck?!” 

Riot smiles. “There you are…”

“Haven’t gone anywhere, dumb alpha,” Katsuki snarks and puts his hand to his chest, trying to slow his panting breaths.

“Little one, you were buried too deep beneath your omega. Had to pull you out so we can talk,” Riot murmurs and leans down to nip over Katsuki’s gland and lick over the oily surface. He needs to be careful not to sink Katsuki again so quickly, so he backs off. Katsuki is looking at him with wary eyes.

Riot slowly crawls backwards and grabs Katsuki’s legs under the knees and pushes them to the omega’s chest. Katsuki lets out a low groan when Riot slowly sheathes himself back into his tight heat. “Want you here for this next part, baby,” Riot coos and gives a small thrust.

Katsuki’s neck arches up and he watches his own belly bulge upwards. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “God, why are you so fucking big?”

“Just for you, little one… Want you awake, when I breed this little belly…”

Katsuki gives a sharp inhale and his eyes shoot up to Riot’s. Riot can see the questions there, even while he tries to split his focus between the conversation and cock sliding in and out of his guts.

“We’ll wait until after your graduation for pups, little one, providing nothing accidental happens. I’ve never been with an omega prime before, so I’m not sure how effective your birth control is. Just know that I will take care of you no matter what, you understand?” Riot keeps it to himself that he hopes the birth control fails. He’ll leave that one up to fate to decide. “After graduation, we will be discussing me breeding you full of a litter. Want to see you round with my seed and pups.” Katsuki groans when Riot gives him a hard thrust and leans further over him. “Tell me you understand, baby.”

“I understand, Riot,” Katsuki whispers, eyes glued to Riot like he’s transfixed and cheeks tinted rosy.

“Good boy,” Riot purrs and leans down to lick over Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki leans up just a little bit to capture Riot’s tongue and sucks on it…hard. Riot’s knot starts to swell at the first proactive action made by the omega.

Riot leans back, a thin string of saliva connecting them for just a moment before it snaps. He starts railing into Katsuki a little harder as a reward, making the blonde let out an animalistic moan. “You’re moving in here with me, little one. I’ll get the pack together and we’ll get all of your stuff moved. I’ll take you to and from school every day.”

Katsuki’s breathing suddenly ceases and he holds his breath, clearly taken off guard, but then his face turns a little red…

“Katsuki,” Riot cuts him off. “You’re moving in here, one way or another…even if I have to chain you to this bed.”

Katsuki grits his teeth. “Fuck, fine,” he relents. “But you’re paying off my lease and your shitty alpha pack better leave me the hell alone.”

Riot grins at him and leans down close to Katsuki’s ear. He sucks on the lobe and nips at it lightly. “First, you are mine, baby, and I don’t share. My pack will respect you as my mate. Second, little omega, I will pay anything…do anything…need my mate close to me…need him right here in my bed every night so that I can spoil him with cock and cum after he’s done studying,” he whispers. “Want you to quit that crappy job, baby. Want you to focus on your schooling and studying. Can you do that for me?”

Katsuki shifts under him and whimpers, clenching down over Riot’s cock tightly. “Yes, alpha,” Katsuki agrees easily. “Didn’t like that job anyway.” 

Riot can feel the tell-tale trembling beginning in Katsuki’s legs, telling him that his omega is close to cumming again. Riot won’t be able to stave off his own orgasm much longer, his balls slapping heavily against Katsuki’s ass. He can practically feel the cum built up inside, pressurized and ready to blow. Riot’s knot already batters against Katsuki’s sloppy rim. It won’t take much to force it inside as it is now, but Riot knows that soon it will double in size, especially with what he has planned.

He maneuvers Katsuki’s legs up over his shoulders and bends down closer, forcing Katsuki into a deep press and mouths at his gland while he grinds his cock deep. He’s gonna make Katsuki cum before he reveals his final condition. “I know you’re close, Katsuki…” he murmurs against Katsuki’s ear. He gives a couple of hard deep thrusts. “Cum again for me baby. Spray my fucking cock.”

Katsuki shudders and lets out a pornographic mewl. His whole body convulses even under Riot’s weight. His hole flutters and clenches around Riot’s cock, and Riot feels the skin around the base of his cock swell further as his knot expands. Riot’s whole front is bathed in slick as he continues thrusting into Katsuki at a sedate pace, working him through the orgasm and prolonging his pleasure. 

“Fuck. Shit. Damn…” Katsuki curses as Riot sinks in deep and grinds his cock in circles.

“Such a good omega,” Riot praises, making sure to grind against Katsuki’s prostate, even though his little omega’s cock only twitched with a dry orgasm.

“Riot, I can’t…” Katsuki moans, face scrunched in overstimulation.

“You will take it, omega,” Riot growls and bends down close to his ear again. “Just like you’re gonna take my bite, baby.”

Katsuki jerks underneath him and whimpers as Riot once again begins thrusting his cock into him roughly. Eyes closed, Katsuki reaches up and claws over Riot’s back. Little crackles pop against his skin, but Riot actually finds the small pinpricks of pain pleasurable as he pounds inside his omega, his knot and balls at max capacity. 

“You still haven’t asked me, alpha!” Katsuki suddenly shouts through jilted breaths.

Riot smirks and sucks harshly over Katsuki’s gland, making the omega dig his nails in harder through more cursing.

Katsuki tilts his neck further to the side and Riot smiles and nips his ear before whispering, “Katsuki, my little omega, are you gonna be mine? Gonna let me fill you with my venom and my cum?”

Katsuki shakes so hard that he looks like he’s going to rattle right out of his skin, but tilts his face further to the side, offering his gland fully… “Yes, my alpha,” he whispers hoarsely back.

Riot plunges his cock past Katsuki’s swollen rim and sinks his fangs deep into Katsuki’s mating gland until blood and oil fills his mouth. He swallows it all greedily and sucks heartily while grinding his knot into squishy wet muscle that clamps down harshly over the intrusion. His hips buck a little trying to bury it as deep as possible, even as Katsuki screams below him and he can feel tight insides spasm over his knot in another powerful orgasm. A torrential flood of cum pours from his cock as he keeps his teeth locked in tender skin, making sure that his venom takes and rushes through his omega’s bloodstream.

He only releases his jaw when he feels the link snap into place, and suddenly emotions that aren’t his begin to bombard his mind. At first, it’s a whirlwind of pleasure so intense that he nearly whites out from the influx, his cock jerking hard and pouring more cum into Katsuki’s belly. Then, comes the contentment and excitement. There’s a little bit of worry mixed in, but in the grand scheme of things, it seems minimal.

Katsuki’s eyes are closed and his lips are parted for panting breaths. A swell of pride and smugness fills Riot until he almost can’t stand it. The beautiful omega is his. He found his mate, his omega prime. He leans down and presses his lips to Katsuki’s. The omega doesn’t respond and Riot grins when Katsuki’s eyes don’t open, but a familiar sound begins to vibrate from his chest. Happy omega …Riot’s alpha is practically prancing like a proud stallion at the moment.

Riot carefully maneuvers them until they’re laying on their sides and puts an arm over his little omega to rub against his tummy as it gently expands as cum continues to flow from Riot’s cock. He tucks his other arm under Katsuki’s head to keep it cushioned. His poor omega is passed out cold, sweaty and covered in fluids. Riot has no doubts that his baby will be sore and they might have to wait until much later to go and pack Katsuki’s stuff up. A little sleep won’t hurt in the meantime. Riot snuggles into the back of Katsuki’s soft hair and continues to pet over his belly possessively as his eyes begin to droop in exhaustion.

KATSUKI- Epilogue

Katsuki stares as the group of alphas and his prime quickly and efficiently pack up his tiny ramshackle apartment. Luckily, there’s not much to pack. Katsuki has always been a minimalist and he’s only had the studio for the last few months, since the beginning of the semester. He hasn’t really had the chance to even buy furniture, only a futon and a couple of side tables that his mother gave him. He literally has his nest, a few pictures of family and friends, his clothes and his school supplies. It’s a little funny watching the pack alphas (who he learned were named Sero, Kaminari, Shinsou and Shouto- he’ll come up with suitable nicknames later), skirt his nest like it carries the plague. Katsuki grabs the big empty box and begins to carefully pull the walls apart, despite the ache in his lower back and ass when he bends over. He hears a light chuckle behind him and he shoots a glare at the prime who is practically radiating smug mirth. Stupid alpha… “Get over here and help me, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki clips out.

Riot’s eyebrows raise and he smirks. “Gonna let me help with your pretty nest, baby?” 

Katsuki glares at him harder, but tries to withhold his omega who is preening like a damn peacock. “Considering this nest is going to be rebuilt in your den, I suppose I better get used to your stink all over it…” Katsuki grumbles.

Riot’s smirk just stays in place, “You’re adorable, little one,” he says lowly and bends down to start helping Katsuki pull apart his nest. Even with permission, he is gentle and plucks each blanket and cushion up like it’s fragile, careful to keep his glands from brushing the fabric anywhere. Katsuki watches him for a few moments, trying to smother his happiness behind his typical defensive wall. 

“Can’t hide from me, baby,” Riot murmurs softly.

Katsuki just gives a ‘Tch’ and goes back to folding each blanket into the box while the other alphas bustle around them and take boxes out the front door. Riot has already cleared the perfect spot in his large room for Katsuki’s nest right next to the bay windows which overlook a surprisingly nice garden. Katsuki got a chance to see the rest of the beautiful house (which no one would ever guess belongs to a bunch of villains) and meet each of the alphas, which were much more respectful than the first time he met them. They even apologized for scaring him, which he accepted with a grunt. Riot had just smirked at him the entire time, knowing that Katsuki was feeling warm fuzzies despite his best efforts.

After the nest is successfully packed into Riot’s truck, Katsuki goes back for his school things…the last to be packed up and a bolt of panic jolts through him as he stacks his books up. SHIT! His test on monday! With everything going on, he’d forgotten all about it. 

Riot comes hauling ass through the front door like there’s a damn fire. “What’s wrong, baby?!” he shouts looking over Katsuki like a concerned mother hen.

Katsuki holds up the book for his Inorganic Chemistry class and scowls. “Because of you, I’m gonna fail my damn test on monday. Was supposed to be studying today and tomorrow, not getting mated and packing up my whole damn life,” he grumps.

Riot stares at him for a moment and then busts up laughing. Katsuki glares at the dumb alpha, forcing the prime to put his hands out in a placating gesture. “No need to get fired up, little one. Tell you what, as soon as we get back, me and the boys will get everything unpacked for you. You can go into the den and start studying. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll even leave you alone all day tomorrow so that you can really get through the material. I was serious about your education, little one. I’m sorry to have disturbed your study plans…wasn’t exactly my intention to find the most beautiful, delicious, breedable little omega in history and feel the need to keep him all to myself.” Riot gives him a flirty wink and Katsuki can feel his honesty, happiness, and arousal through the bond.

Katsuki huffs in faux annoyance, meanwhile contentment flows through him like a pervasive weed. He scowls at his own acquiescence and then sighs…like the alpha said, he can’t hide anymore. He packs his books and looks around his apartment one last time while Riot hovers in the doorway. Jesus, talk about a drastic turn in life…mated overnight to the most notorious villain in recent history. God, how is he going to tell his parents…

“Come on, little one. Time to go home.”

Katsuki gives a secret little smile before turning back to the prime. “Yes, alpha.” 

He thinks he’s going to like being Riot’s.