Bound by Memory

[Final]

Red-stained lips and fangs pulled into an unsettling grin. Oh, so the hero had enjoyed that. Blood soaked into the unfortunate Red Riot hoodie as his tongue flicked out to clean the blood from his maw, noting the slight sweetness to the iron taste.

That excuse hardly held up, but Shigaraki was sure Bakugou was more than aware of that fact.

“I have to wonder Hero… Are you asking me or yourself?” He hissed, fingers jabbing deep inside to emphasize his words, curling against warm inner walls while slick poured down his wrist. “Why would you fantasize about me when you clearly already have a perfect alpha?” Raspy whispers brushed and curled against the omega’s ear, full of smugness. “Some might blame an interest in the macabre but, no… You know what I think?”

The alley seemed to darken, the last dregs of the setting sun leaving them in a hazy glow one could only find in a sleepless entertainment district. Even this far removed from the main streets, the grey bricks carried a bit of a multicolored tinge, as if all of the nearby flashing neon stained the very air itself. Though they were well secluded, the dull roar of crowds and the occasional far-off siren still provided a backdrop to the squelching and soft drips of slick from between the hero’s thighs.

The darkness only seemed to thicken as Tomura leaned in closer, the mask tucked under his chin soaking up a little of the warm liquid marring Bakugou’s hoodie. The smell of blood and slick perfumed the night air, and though his mind didn’t grow hazy with lust like a normal alpha’s, Tomura could still appreciate the bouquet of scents.

”I think you want more. I think, Dynamight that the reason you run into danger so often isn’t just because of your job… You like it. Painslut, but more than that. Is it the possibility of death and injury? Do you ever refuse medical treatment because it hurts so good?” A raspy growl rumbled through the alpha’s chest, the sharp snap of ozone enveloping them both. “But your perfect alpha? Not enough, not dangerous enough... But here I am, the most danger you could be in, all in one package, with nice magic fingers to boot.” The villain's chuckle cut off due to surprise at seeing the blush creeping down the omega’s neck, disappearing below the collar. “Look at that, a crit… Or. Is that not it? Have you thought of me like that, Kaksuki…?” Darkness clung to the name, dripping with venom and lust. “Of me bringing you little gifts to woo you? Something soft you can add to your nest? Something to keep you warm?” The alpha cooed, his punishing fingers easing up for a moment, almost mockingly gentle.

Gentleness wasn’t his strong suit, though he did have occasion to practice it here and there, namely when helping out his League through their heats. Spinner always required the gentlest touch. The omega had spent so much of his life shunned and degraded for his form, and every preheat would fill him with a sense of dread and sharpen his hatred towards his own body. The hikikomori had been on suppressants for most of his life, but after joining the League, and the League then losing its funds not too long after… It had only been a matter of time. Tomura’s offer to help didn’t go over well at first, not that he could blame Spinner for that. After two heats alone, he had finally accepted the offer, and let his leader help in a way only an alpha like him could.

Dabi’s heats, on the other hand, were a bit different. The charred-up man had been on the streets for a long time before the League. Suppressants weren’t something he could get ahold of regularly, and what he did steal had to be stretched as far as they could go. This had left Dabi’s cycle a little… Unstable. Tomura hadn’t offered to help him, assuming the charcoal briquette would refuse… So it had been a bit of a surprise when he’d approached him, assuring him it had everything to do with his dick and nothing to do with the alpha attached to it. He’d almost turned the bastard down, if he hadn’t reeked of distress under the scent blockers and cocky grin. For most of Dabi’s cycle, he’d do exactly as he said, just used Tomura like a heat toy. But, towards the end of his heat, he needed a gentle hand, and his leader quickly learned how to do that for him… Then the heat would end, and they’d be right back to their bickering and posturing.

The feigned peace didn’t last long with Bakugou’s challenge hanging in the air. Anything, he’d said… Abruptly, the alpha’s fingers pulled out of the hero with a messy squelch, shortly followed by the sound of something ripping. The mystery was soon solved as Tomura's hand left Bakugou's hair, instead pressing a wad of slick-soaked red lace pressed against the Hero’s lips.

“You’re too noisy. Open up.” After all, Bakugou wanted it to be _just them._ Then they had to do everything they could not to attract attention, including muting the boisterous hero.

He gave the omega no time to accept or reject before knuckles were brushing against the hero's nook. Five fingers were deadly, sure, but decidedly less so when his thumb was tucked away inside his fist. As slick as Shigaraki's hand already was, it took much less forcing than it would have otherwise, and it wasn't long until his wrist was developed in the damp heat.

[NicTheDjinn]

A warning growl came as his lie was called out, but even this was cut short as those dangerous fingers reminded him of a newfound reason to want to be in this situation. Why did he have to be so unfairly good with his fingers? He knew why he fantasized about other people when he had such a 'perfect' alpha... He knew exactly why. Still, he said nothing as the villain rasped into his ear, relaying his theory. Bit by bit his secrets were guessed and laid out, down to the fact he commonly delayed his own medical care. He would never outright deny it, he didn't want to die after all, but he never missed the chance to insist that others should be tended to first. Being praised for how self-sacrificing and noble he was for this tendency further stroked his ego, but it was more of a happy side effect of what he already wanted.

Tomura was right. He lived for the adrenaline rush of risking his life and the thrill of pain that his job naturally provided. It was during these times when he felt the most alive, when his body ached with life! He'd snuck off into allies very similar to this one in the past, returning to the street only after he'd left a mess of cum and blood in his wake. Needless to say, Eijirou didn't have the faintest clue. His ever considerate, doting, sweet, perfect Eijirou was indeed not dangerous enough. Sure he could be rough with him, leave pretty bruises on his pale skin even bite a tough too deep when he loses himself, but it was always so measured.

Shigaraki hit every single truth he was trying so hard to hide and much to his horror, that included the softer fantasies his brain allowed him. He'd never expected for any of them to come to pass so he could dream up whatever he so wished, it was just in his head after all. The last thing he expected was for any of it to actually happen, yet here he was. Even more shocking, was that the other's behavior changed as he continued to call him out, the roughness he'd craved giving way to something soft, unexpected, but far from unwelcome. This was more what he was used to, talented, confident fingers that played him like a finely tuned instrument. Sure enough, his body reacted to the more familiar feelings, much of the tension in him melting away, his back sacking down into a pretty bend, back side presented that much more. Even his eyes grew half lidded as he drank in the softer, familiar pleasure.

Be blinked a little out of his somewhat blissed state when those fingers pulled out of him unexpectedly, about to look back to try and figure out the reason for stopping when the smell of his own slick assaulted his nose. Those were...! Holy shit... He tried to ignore the way he felt himself throb, growling to keep up appearances as best as he could before opening his mouth and accepting the soaked cloth inside. He even teased the other's digits with a gentle scrape of teeth as he accepted the garment, but shockingly, he remained quiet. Instead, glaring back at the villain and growling softly around his ruined panties.

He didn't miss the brush of knuckles along his slick entrance, still nice and relaxed from the earlier treatment. Soon enough he could feel him easing back in, but this time it was different. He was quickly feeling a stretch he hadn't up till this point, eyes widening in shock as he was stretched open. His breath hitched as his limits were pushed. N-no! Not yet! Not so---His eyes rolled as the other's hand popped inside, eyelids fluttering as his orgasm slammed into him hard and sudden. His aching heat clamped down tight around his wrist to keep what his brain had perceived as a knot inside him, all while slick and cum pattered freely to the ground between his feet.

[Final]

Perpetually scarred and narrowed eyes couldn’t help but widen, the blood-red hue almost glowing in the dim light.

Tomura had expected the goading words to incite the feisty hero’s anger, to have him yelling out in denial and disgust, not for the omega to suddenly become so pliant and accepting. Not for Bakugou Katsuki to outright present to him. Even when he tore those pretty red panties from between his thighs and pressed them to the omega’s lips… the blonde accepted them. Sure, he hadn’t missed the prick of his omegan fangs or the rumble of that pitiful growl, but the Hero had hardly fought it. In fact, with the way he'd reacted, there was hardly a question as to if he’d liked it.

To think… A Hero having those sorts of thoughts about him, the most wanted Villain in Japan. Enjoying being violated in a dirty alley, being left in nothing but a bloodstained hoodie of the mate he was cheating on. Even more than that, fantasizing about nesting with said villain, being… something like mates when he already apparently had one.

Tomura could almost see the Hero’s fantasy in his mind; a shared home filled with light, and little pups running around, filling the place with laughter and light. It wasn’t hard to picture, in all truth. That was the stereotypical ‘dream’ foisted at omegas their whole lives, wasn’t it? It was what every television program always told them they wanted, every magazine appointed as the perfect omegan life. Why seek to accomplish anything more than to birth pups for a strong alpha?

Shuichi had told him all about it, how he’d been raised to expect nothing more, and the relief he’d found in being freed from that after Stain inspired him.

Too bad for those supposed fantasies, such an idyllic life held no place for Shigaraki Tomura.

He’d expected his fist to wrench orgasm from the omega, but even he was surprised at how quickly that pliant nook clamped down around his deadly hand. Even at Dabi’s most desperate, it usually took a thrust or five to finally get him to clamp down and lose himself.

“Really Katsuki..?” His words were barely more than a breath, dark and smug where they pooled by said omega’s ear. “You can take anything I throw at you, huh? You couldn’t even take my fist without losing yourself right away. You just like my hands that much, don’t you?” He shoved his fist in emphasis, just barely managing to budge a scarce millimeter with Katsuki’s nook gripping him so tightly. “You didn’t even let me attempt the stage… Shouldn’t a little bitch be fairer when begging to get bred?” He spat, an alpha’s growl underlying his words, and the scent of his arousal hanging heavy in the air, mixing and churning with the heady scents leaking from the hero.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard without being touched. Maybe it was something about it being a _hero;_ about disgracing and marring one of All-Might’s own students that had him so worked up.

“Ah well… There’s always time for a second round, isn’t there omega?” He kept grinding his fist, teasing him while testing his nook’s grip all at once. His less trapped hand wrapped around what it could of Katsuki's throat, just above the collar, and squeezed lightly. “You’re going to take good care of my joystick, aren’t you? Maybe if you stay so pretty and obedient, I’ll fill you with a nice big load of gamer juice…” Came the sharp, raspy whisper, alpha fangs out and nipping the hero’s ear before rough lips then ghosted down his jawline. “...And if you’re not…” That hand suddenly squeezed tighter, Tomura’s lips pulling into a grin. “Well. I have a feeling you’ll like that particular outcome too…”

[NicTheDjinn]

He’d only ever been sexually active with a single person and sex had always gone more or less the same. Knot goes in, his instincts push him to orgasm to make sure said knot remains locked in place, and if he trusts someone to knot him, then obviously he’s safe so he can melt into a blissful puddle. Unfortunately for him, the instincts Eijirou had lovingly conditioned him to allow himself to follow were working against him now. The trouble came when the praise he knew was going to come, things like how pretty he was and how well he’d taken his lover’s knot, distinctly failed to come.

Being struck with falling short of expectation right when his instincts opened him up and left him vulnerable was sobering, needless to say. All his life, he had obsessively risen to meet every expectation set upon him, running himself ragged in that pursuit and to be called out so unexpectedly… The sudden tension in him was impossible to miss, mind clawing its way back out of the blissful state it had sunk into. A grunt left him at the small shove into him only for the rumble of his very un-omega-like growl rolling back to life in his chest.

“Who the fuck said I was done…?” Snarled the blond around his own panties, forcing his muscles to relax to allow the hand in him free movement again, brilliant rubies glaring back into the villain’s own. When the older man tried to move again he would find there was some give now, but that didn’t mean he still didn’t feel tight. This was clearly beyond what he was used to in his own bedroom so it was to be expected if his upper limits were already being pushed. As expected, he was gunning for a round two and Katsuki found himself once again torn between ‘I should be trying to escape’ and eager for more. Stupid kinks and pre-heat was going to get him killed…

A hand reached up to grip his throat then, the explosive hero still glaring daggers and growling up a storm, but otherwise was shockingly passive. His pulse raced, knowing just how strong the other’s grip strength was, but still he didn’t fight. In spite of his growl, the compliant behavior continued, now more openly than when they had started. He tilted his head to give better access to his jaw and while it did technically expose his neck a little further, the sturdy leather there made sure he wasn’t outright offering his neck. A frustrated huff left him and he finally showed a touch of defiance, spitting his panties out of his mouth, “Fuck it.”

He turned his head then lightly knocking his forehead against the alpha’s in a gesture that was a touch too rough to be considered affectionate. “You want to play, then let’s play.” His voice was strained, the fingers around his neck not allowing for anything else at the moment. “Let’s see how long you can last, little alpha…” He baited apparently having shifted gears after the shot to his ego. If better was expected of him, it was hard for him to resist proving that he could provide that. “Bring it…” He challenged on, lust darkened eyes never leaving the alpha’s.