Summary: Alpha!Bakugo finds out you’ve secretly have been an Omega the entire time
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Omegas couldn’t be heroes.
It was as factual as saying the sky is blue.
Have Omegas throughout history try to change that fact?
Yeah, they sure did. But it happened so rarely that whenever one tried they were laughed at until they eventually gave up.
Heroism was made for the Alphas— members of society that could actually get shit done and save some fucking lives.
It was even rare that a Beta was ever able to slip through the cracks— let alone an Omega.
But then… what was Bakugo Katsuki looking at right now?
His head was spinning— he was going to be sick. The pill bottle threatened to snap between his grip, the plastic creaking between his fingers.
This couldn’t be… it couldn’t fucking be.
And yet the words didn’t change on the prescribed pill bottle.
(Y/L/N), (Y/N) — Heat Suppressant
Bakugo was going to be sick.
All… all this time you’ve been…?
Well it was for sure starting to put some shit into perspective, specifically questions he had had for years about his sexuality now being put to rest.
Fuck— he was reeling, how was this even possible. You’ve never shown any sign— you always kept up— Omegas couldn’t be heroes—
The sound of the gym door halted his racing thoughts. Wild and crazed eyes now landing on you.
The door shut behind you, the sound reverberating before plunging you two in a blanket of uncomfortable silence.
He had never seen the life drain from your entire body so quickly as you immediately recognized the bottle being crushed within his grasp.
This was it.
A well kept secret suddenly revealed.
Your entire livelihood on the line.
And just as if your fate couldn’t be mockingly sealed enough, he delivered the final blow.
K there’s something about omegaverse MHA that just makes me 💗💗 so bear with me for a moment. MHA manga 360+ spoilers ahead!
Shoto and Kacchan are very protective of you. It’s their job as your Alphas to protect, love, and cherish their omega, so how could they not give you everything? A bigger apartment for the three of you to share? Done. A custom size bed so that all three of you can fit comfortably? Done. Scenting as often as they can before missions because you worry so much about them? Done. Mating as often as they can because you’re irresistible? Done.
But they get busy and overwhelmed, too, sometimes. Work steaks then away for days at a time, they can come back from missions all bruised and bloodied, and they can bring some of their sadness and anger home with them— Which are all things you’re prepared to deal with; But what you never expected was that it would catch up to bite YOU in the ass.
They were gone for three days already. It was unbearable. No scenting, no holding, no mating, no kissing, no nothing. Just you in an empty apartment. Waiting. For them. And in the middle of the night on the fourth day, you felt hands on your body as you slept, convinced it was them, so it hardly bothered you… Until you were pulled from your bed and dragged out of the apartment, kicking and screaming and calling out for your Alphas.
The two of them had never been so anxious in their lives, and everyone around them could see it. The second they saw you in Shigaraki’s hold, a hand around your neck, one finger away from sudden death, something snapped within them. Their omega……. How could anyone take what was theirs? How could anyone threaten to destroy such a precious thing? How could anyone expect to live after scaring you like that? They were livid. Bakugo nearly lunged then and there to try to grab you and rip Shigaraki’s head off, and, surprisingly, Shoto nearly joined him, until Aizawa stopped them both to warn them against it.
The two of them are inconsolable. They fight against Aizawa, protesting his warnings, trying to push past while growling because this Alpha instincts are boiling up inside of them to the point that they see red. Bakugo's so hotheaded normally, it's impossible for him to see any kind of reason when he's like this. But Aizawa's right. If they did anything while you were up there in Shigaraki's grip, you'd be dead before they could get to you.
Bakugo tugs at his hair furiously. "Shoto-- Do... Do... something..." He's trying so hard to hold himself back, but they can both smell how terrified you are, even from where they're standing so far away. "The smell-- Shoto-- Do-- Do something!"
"You can't," Aizawa tries to remind them calmly.
But Shigaraki doesn’t think that’s too fun. No, no, no. Run at him! Full power! And if they won’t do it, he’ll force their hands. So with a smirk, he drops you off the roof of the building he’s standing on.
Bakugo and Shoto move as one. They speed at you as fast as they can, Bakugo flying through the air, Shoto skating on the ice he can barely force under his feet in time to keep up with his desperation. Still, he’s the one who managers to catch you. While you’re screaming and falling, he’s the one who thinks to use his Quirk to put a slide under you at the last second. Sure, it still hurts when your ass lands on the ice, but it’s better than having them lose you.
Bakugo doesn’t waste a second before turning around to take his shot at Shigaraki once he knows you’re safe with Shoto. Everyone knows it’s stupid. Hell, Shoto’s shrieking, “Baku— No!” while you’re in his arms, passed out, your breath shallow.
Shigaraki got what he wanted.
Bakugo.
A hero.
A victim.
Kacchan fights to the best of his ability for as long as he can, using his anger to fuel him just like always, but it's stronger now that his Alpha instincts have kicked in. Someone tried to hurt you, his omega. No one would ever hurt you. Ever. He made that promise a long time ago when he first scented you while you were hiding in his arms, telling him that you were ready. Shigaraki had to die. If not for all of his past crimes, then for this alone.
You aren't awake to see it. Bakugo and Shoto are both thankful for that in the moment. You don't see the way Shigaraki smirks oh-so-wickedly as he lands the finishing blow. You don't see the way Bakugo's body flies back through the air and lands on the ground with a loud thud. You don't hear the cry that comes from Shoto. You don't feel the way he puts you on his back so that he can carry you over while he goes to check on Kacchan. You don't see your Alpha's bloodied body. You don't see how everyone else immediately jumps into action. You don't hear Shoto as he tries his very best to get Bakugo to wake up while he's sobbing.
When you do wake up, it's over-- It's been over for a bit. The conclusion doesn't matter to you so much as your Alphas' safety, which is the first thing on your mind as you race out of bed, despite your aching head, and you run out of the room to find your back in your large apartment, like it was all just a bad dream. But was it? No. You wish it would have been a bad dream. Everyone wishes that it was just a dream... Because Shoto's standing there, bandages over his hands and right eye, dark circles under his eye to show that he hadn't been sleeping, wearing casual clothes to let you know that he wasn't expecting to be called away to work any time soon.
"Where's Kacchan?" you question quietly.
Shoto has to catch you in his arms again when he takes you to see Bakugo's body. The Alpha in him is in excruciating pain when he hears you cry out Kacchan's name. The pheromones radiating off of you are even worse than when you were so scared the other day-- Shoto feels like the only way he can console you now is by holding you as you cry while he tries to use his own scent to make you feel better. It hardly works.
The only thing that makes you feel better is tucking yourself up next to Bakugo's body, like a sad puppy that sits at the foot of their owner's bed when they're sick. He isn't warm. That's the first thing you notice. Even though they've been keeping him in a freezer in the morgue until they can decide what to do with him, you knew that if he were alive, he would have still been warm due to his Quirk, and he would have kept you warm, too.
"They've been in there for days, Todoroki," Ida whispers. "You have to take them home."
But Shoto's already tried. He can't get you to leave the morgue unless it's for an hour or so to eat lunch and dinner every day. Other than that, you're always tucked up against Kacchan, whimpering like sad omegas do, nuzzling him with your nose like it would get him to move magically. Shoto doesn't know what to do. He keeps you warm the best he can; But he can't get you to go home where you should be.
They have to drag you out.
Ida does it because Shoto can't bear to do it. He picks you up off the table, with Shoto's permission, of course, and he starts to carry you out, which is when you realize what's happening, so you fight back, scrambling to get out of the Pro-Hero's arms while whimpering and calling out for your Kacchan. Shoto feels like he's being stabbed again and again every time you whine. The Alpha in him is screaming to give you everything you want because you deserve the whole world, but they just can't let this continue anymore. You have to move on. You have to go home. They need to finally put Bakugo to rest.
At home, you're just as bad. You start to get a fever-- Not from being in the morgue for so long, but because of withdrawals. Neither you nor Shoto really know what's happening before it's too late because neither of you had to ever even think of dealing with this before. The fever hits first, and then the loss of appetite (which Shoto just tries to attribute to you missing Bakugo), then the shivering, then the clawing, crying, insomnia, nightmares, etc. Shoto only figures out what's really happening when you fall out of bed one afternoon, trying to crawl your way out of the room to go find him, and he finds you on the floor, sobbing, clawing at the scent glands on the right side of your neck, complaining that it hurts so bad you can't breathe.
"Sho... Sho, help me," you plead. "It hurts, Sho--" You're panting desperately. "It hurts so bad!"
He pries your hands away from you and hugs you tight. "It's okay," he coos. "It'll be okay. It just hurts 'cause he hasn't scented you in so long."
You cry harder. "It hurts--"
He still tries to shush you to get you to calm down the best you can, but it's no use. Bakugo always had the stronger pheromones between the two Alphas. He scented you first all those years ago, biting down and claiming your right side as his, and he'd made sure to nip at that same spot every time since then. But now you felt like you were dying without him there, and the omega inside you was in agony without his Alpha presence on and in you at all times.
Shoto tries to fix it by scenting your left side to make up for the loss. It helps just enough to get you to stop crying and scratching at your own skin, but it isn't enough to mask the lack of Bakugo on your right. You want your Kacchan. You miss your Kacchan. You can't live without him... There's nothing Shoto can do about that...
Can I request a pinning alpha football player Bakugou college au where Bakugou is lowkey pinning after co- captain of the cheerleading squad (reader ) and every time he try’s to convince her she’s his mate she always denies it. Then Bakugou starts he’s rut and reader is the only can help him. ( Bakugou becomes a cute sub during his rut🥺)
this ask has been living in my head rent free since i received it🧍🏾♀️ 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕟𝕚
it all happened so fast, way too fast for you or bakugo to process. it felt like the world was spinning for him, eyes getting blurry, head all fuzzy-- and he was angry, so angry. anger is nothing new for the captain,, he's a hot headed alpha with a superiority complex. don't get in his way and there won't be any issues.
today was different though, everyone expected him to be happy,,, or as happy as Katsuki would like to be perceived. after being in a tie with the rival team for the second half of the game, UA scored the winning touchdown. the crowd erupted in roars, confetti popped and spread all over the field, but Katsuki wasn't even focused on the win. his chest swelled with pride, sure, but something else was swelling and he wanted to get out before getting noticed. people surrounded him, congratulating him on the big win, inviting him to after parties and punching his shoulder in good nature, but the rough and tough alpha just pushed them off with a growl, effectively making them back off before their throats got ripped out.
he didn't know what it was,, maybe he hadn't eaten enough before the game? or missed a day on his vitamins? maybe didn't get enough rest. he figured he just needed to sit down-- rather than pass out in front of everyone on the field. he'd passed the cheerleaders, barely giving any of them attention until he sees you bent over on the sidelines, the plump outline of your cunny peaking out through your skirt as you scroll through your phone.
whatever sound he made, looking back even he isn't sure, it was a mixture between a groan and a whine. he'd realized his rut started earlier than expected and his coach happened to notice how fast he walked to the showers, and after piecing two and two together, he realized what was going on.
katsuki was sitting in the back, head in hands trying to think of anything else but you kept creeping in his mind. can't help but think about your warm, wet cunny wrapping around him, can't help but think about him filling you up and making you a mama, ca't help but think about mating you,,, marrying you.
lewd thoughts were interrupted by coach barging into the locker rooms, a couple of cheerleaders in tow. his coach explained these girls were "willing to help out in any way" he needed them to. he got the innuendo, saw how they were practically clawing to get to him and share his attention, but that's not what he wanted, didn't even wanna look at them.
"get them out," he said gruffly, putting his head back in his hands. "don't want them"
his coach huffs, always annoyed by his stubbornness. "well, who then? everyone else went home, i'm sure these will be fine, bakugo"
a loud growl of a "no!" has everyone else in the room backing away. "I said, 'I don't want them!', get me y/n, or no one else"
coach is in a bind, because he knows he saw you walk into the parking lot to head home, but he's sure if he's fast and goes now, maybe forces one of your teammates to call you he can bring you back.
the whole ordeal takes less than ten minutes. coach is thanking you profusely, and apologizing, but you're brushing it off. you know how katsuki can be, you've known him for too long.
you shut and lock the door behind you, leaning against the cool steel. "Well? What's going on with you? I was on my way home"
he's softer now, but there's still a gruffness to his voice. "c'mere, n' stop playin' around"
you push off slowly, approach him slowly, and carefully. his gaze on you's got you nervous,,, you're wishing you had changed out of this skampy outfit before coming back. "need you" he admits and your body is on auto pilot, maybe your brain, too, you aren't quite sure. you settle yourself in between his legs, letting him wrap his strong, scarred arms around your midsection. he's breathing in your scent, slowly, like he's trying to have it engrained in his nose until it's the only thing he smells.
his face is nuzzled in your breasts, squeezing tighter every time you move because he's afraid you're gonna walk out and leave him alone, and he doesn't want you, too. alphas are natural providers, everyone knows that, but katsuki is the exception to the rule when his rut is in play.
he's petting you kinda heavy, purring at the way you pet his hair and work your way through some of the knots at the base of his neck. his hands find themselves going lower and lower on your body until they're under the hem of your skirt, settling at the thickest part of your thighs were he grabs a bunch of the fat in his hands and squeezes, practically sitting you on his lap.
"'Suki," you whisper into his hair. he isn't going to stop what he's doing to answer, a simple "hmm?" will suffice. "you can use me baby," you reach around to cup his chin to gaze into the sapphire in his eyes. "s'okay, im here for you, i don't mind"
"really?" his heart's racing so fast he can barely hear you answer yes, but he can see you nod clear as day. "you sure?"
"Of course, I am, cap" he suppresses a growl at the nickname, but can't help the way his hips buck into yours. "you can use me anyway you want to baby"
you're really expecting him to be a bit rough, but he's sweet, soft and slow. bringing your lips down to his as he grinds you softly on his lap. his hold on you is firm, not giving you the chance to get up, not like you were trying anyway. it feels good, the way his cockhead grinds against your cunny through your clothes, it's almost as good as the real thing, you can tell he agrees with how he's whining into your neck the way he is.
but he cums too quick, fingers pressing into your skin to bring you closer as he whines and cums, making a wet spot settle in his sweats. he's pouting as he comes too, looking up at you with big round eyes that practically have hearts in them. "What's the matter?"
"Wanna cum in you" he pouts, and you have to stop yourself from moaning at the thought of feeling so full. you slip your panties to the side, watching with anticipation as he frees his cock and and runs it along your folds. you're guiding him in slow, mindful of the stress, and you don't wanna overwhelm him.
"You wanna cum in me baby? is that what you want?" you're soft in the way you speak to him, keeping him close to your breasts as you bounce on his cock. the lewd noises have his head spinning, and he's just cognizant enough to answer.
"y-yeah, wanna cum in you, give you a baby, make you a mama. wanna make you happy, i want you to be mine, want you to be my baby" his voice is shaky, he's fucking back into you slowly he doesn't wanna cum to quick, but it feels too good
"Yeah?" your voice is shaky too, and you're positive that if you were standing your legs would do the same. "you'd be the best daddy baby, i know you will. gonna take care of us so good."
his moans are loud, pulling you closer and whining in your ear, "m'gonna take care of you, gonna be the best dad, gonna be the, fuck me y/n, shit, - gonna be the best mate ever, i promise"
"So mate me then alpha." he's looking up at you with stars in his eyes, never expecting you to actually let him. he's joked about it times before, but something about right now, something about you taking care of him, and you believing that he'll take care of you and his future pups makes it even more real. "go on," you coo, swinging your hair over to the side to expose your mating gland to him. he wets his lips, holding you steady so he can.
your whines at the feeling quell him on, he starts thrusting in you again, biting harder to draw blood and leave a mark. he groans at feeling you gush around him, pulling at his hair and moaning his name loudly into the acoustics of the locker room.
you both switch once you've come too, you bend down to mate him also, and he has no exceptions. the slow roll of your hips, the sting of your fangs sinking into his thick skin, and all the promises you've both made before has him painting your walls white and whining into your shoulder. you hold him to you, kissing his forehead to calm him down, rubbing at the base of his neck too,,, you know how much he loves that.
he holds you closer, still whispering the promises he made before as his knot begins to deflate, and as you're both making your way to the showers,,, possibly for round two, your faith in those promises hasn't diminished.
There’s no surprise that Bakugou is an Alpha. Hell his brash demeanor and glare are enough to show anyone his second gender. So, it also wasn’t much of a shock to people that, as an Alpha, Bakugou was very possessive when it came to you. Whether someone was standing too close to you for his liking or a man was staring at you, Bakugou made it a point to always have an arm around you as a show of dominance.
It didn’t really bother you though. Bakugou is Bakugou . He’s a harsh person but, with you, he’s different. He talks to you softly, massages your scalp after a long day of using your telekinetic quirk, kisses any part of your body he can reach, and so much more. However, there is just one problem...he hasn’t claimed you. You were his omega in every other sense other than the verbal agreement between you. But, you didn’t mind that. Bakugou wasn’t the type to make those type of declarations (even if he was softer with you than others) so, you didn’t really expect him to.
But, it did bother you sometimes. Everyone else talked about how their alphas had asked them to be with them and the elaborate proposals that the omegas received. Hell even Midoriya that sensitive alpha that your boyfriend TRIED to hate went through an entire day of dropping secret messages for his omega to find so he could ask her. Meanwhile, you can’t even remember how Bakugou and yourself ended up together. It seemed like it just happened.
You had know Bakugou since you were kids (consequently that’s means you knew Midoriya as well. But that’s a story for another time) and you both had always been around each other. Your parents both knew that you’d end up together, Mitsuki (Bakugou’s mother) going as far to say that you “fuckers” would die in the same hole together (there’s no questioning that your alpha got some of his personality from his mother). You accepted that he was your alpha and you we’re happy being with him but damn you couldn’t help but feel as though he didn’t care enough to ask you.
You knew you were being insecure but you couldn’t help but consider the idea that Bakugou didn’t see you as worthy enough to ask. In your mind, it appeared that you were just designed to be with him so there was no point in him giving you a choice. And that hurt you beyond anything you could imagine.
“As fabulous as I am, that smell you’re giving off is killing my beauty,” Aoyama said beside you. You were with your group of friends at the mall and you had decided to sit with the fellow omega when you all went to the food court.
“Sorry,” you murmured. Normally, you’d say something witty in response but you just didn’t have it in you today.
“Are you okay “F/N -Chan?” Midoriya asked.
“Of course she’s fine fucking Deku. She’d tell me if she wasn’t dumbass,” but you wouldn’t. You’d never tell him if you could help it.
“Bakubro, she doesn’t smell fine,” Kirishima tapped your alphas shoulder as everyone else in your class started to smell the air. While you normally smelled like Lilacs and dewy air (that’s the only way that anyone had ever been able to describe the way the air smelled before it rained), when you were upset you projected a stench of sewage.
“Guys I’m fine,” your scent soured even more. By now Bakugou has noticed and he wasn’t pleased with your attempt to keep a secret from him.
“Y/N, what’s wrong with you?”
“I’m fine. I already said that. Just let it go,” you got up and left the table. You just weren’t in the mood to be around people.
“The fuck is wrong with you? You don’t walk away from ME like that. WE don’t walk away from each other like that,” Bakugou grabbed your wrists and pulled you to his chest. “WE talk to each other. “
“There is no WE. DON’T YOU GET IT? YOU NEVER ASKED ME TO BE A “WE”. You just keep me along till you find someone else to ask,” you sagged into his chest, sobbing into his shirt. “Why won’t you ask me? Why? Why Katsuki? Am I not good enough to be asked?”
Bakugou didn’t say anything for a few moments. He just stood there then, this large cloud of anger settled into him.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? How do you even think I could feel that way. Who do I tell I love? Who do I kiss? Who do I cuddle? OMEGA, look at me when I talk to you. Enough of that insecure shit. I’ve let this go on far too long. From now on fucking look at me when we talk,” you stared at him with big eyes. “If you wanted a proposal, I’ll give you one, all you had to do is ask. I just didn’t think it mattered so much since I’ve always known I was in love with you. But it appears I need to show you just how much I love you. We’re going home.”
Bakugo moved toward you in one stride, gulping worriedly as he looked you over.
You breathed out, feeling the pain dull and disappear.
“I’m fine now, but can you two try and not fight for one second ?”
Bakugo looked away and kissed his teeth, glaring at the ground. You hated how you recognized that as him being guilty and acknowledging his wrong.
You turned to Shoto, slightly remorseful at your coming request, but this has to be done in private.
“Sho, could you please let me talk to Bakugo alone?”
Shoto looked between you and Bakugo, his stare hardening as he tried to protest.
“But -“
“Shoto, I have to do this in private please.” You coaxed. He sighed in reluctance, bit gave in and pecked you, staring at Bakugo while he was at it and reveling in his jealousy rolling off in waves.
“Who the fuck is that ?” Bakugo asked. His anger seemed so evident with his clenched jaw and murderous red pools staring at you. He wasn’t shouting, but this was like a volcano, threatening to erupt and destroy everything in it’s wake.
“That’s Sho...my Alpha.” You said.
And erupt it did.
His face starting to show the semblance of his scales as patches of red starting appearing on his skin, his eyes got so black, it was like you were staring Thanatos in the eye.
He stalked towards you, barely able to contain his Alpha, as he urged him to do what he should have done years ago.
He grabbed your chin, tilting your head sideways to bare your neck to him as he leaned down and sniffed it. His growl near your ear was low, yet the barely there sound sent shivers down your spine.
“His stench is all over you.” He growled in distaste. He can smell that bastard all over you, and he was teetering on the edge of giving in to his urges and white, hot anger.
You pulled yourself together, willing yourself not to give in to his charm as you always had, with his tempting caramel scent, daring you to pluck the apple and take a bite. But the sweetness of the forbidden fruit is nothing but ethereal, while sweet, it was never everlasting.
You pushed him away. Stammering out with a flushed face , “ why do you care anyway ? I could have an Alpha, or two if I wish to, lasting time I checked, I wasn’t wanted by you.”
Her biting words brought sadness upon him. He is the reason they are where they are, the reason his Omega had to go through her pregnancy alone, or rather, with that wretched Alpha.
Bakugo cupped the back of your head and brought you into a warm embrace, his arms caging around you.
“Bak-“
“It’s Katsuki ! Always has been and always will be !” He shouted, still keeping you in his caramel and firewood scented embrace.
“I never meant any of it ...God, a few days after I was back at your door, sniffing around for your scent like a starved dog.” He choked at. Your heart clenched at the sight of his tear stained eyes, the vermilion shining like rubies.
“You said what you did Katsuki...I can’t simply believe that you didn’t mean it, there must have been some truth in there.” You explained.
“NO!” He yelled.
He cradled your face in his hands, the face he worshipped for the better part of his life. The one that plagued his dreams, and sometimes even the cruelest of his nightmares.
“I -“ he suddenly got tongue tied, the words he left unspoken when he shouldn’t are at the tip of his tongue. “I love you (y/n), and I’m sorry I didn’t show it, but I’ll be damned if I leave you to some other Alpha, you’re mine, no one can change that.”
It’s not like Bakugo never said the L words to you before, but he kept it at minimum, due to his own biting nature, but also because of the incredibly happy, adorable expression you made every time that made him want to take on the world for. He was a simp for that expression, and he hated weakness. Now all he wanted was to see it again.
Your expression was troubled.
“Katsuki, you said I’m beneath you, so why am I suddenly important to you ? I won’t let you play me like a fiddle and then toss me like I’m worthless when you’re angry.” You said, maintaining your resolve.
Katsuki looked like he was about to protest, when you firmly reminded him.
“Besides, I have an Alpha, who always makes me feel cherished and loved. He’d never tell me I’m beneath him.”
Your words brought a mix of jealousy and self loathing through him. The male gritted his teeth, but even he knew, he had no right to be angry when he said that shit to her.
“Well, you should have talked to me.” He still tried to defend his stance though.
“What was there to say ?”
“Should of said you were leaving, that you didn’t want to be with me, that you were pregnant, fuck, you should have just said something !”
“Bakugo, you made it clear that you didn’t want me to be a part of your life, you don’t need someone distracting you ! You wanted me to leave you the fuck alone, so I did !”
Words that were left unsaid were tumbling out of your mouth, unburdening you with their weight.
“And I didn’t know I was pregnant until I left.”
A silence took over Katsuki, he knew you were right, but he’ll be damned if he lets you go, especially into the arms of another man. He loved you too much, and love was selfish.
He hugged your midsection, where the pup that’s a mixture of the two of you lied. He started purring, the familiar sound stirring up buried feelings.
Your Omega however, still didn’t respond to him.
“Shitty Omega, you think I’m going to let you leave me again ? No, no, no. I can’t let you and our pup leave me, I love you, and I will live our pup too, you just have to see the best in me one more time.”
You turned away, unable to look at his pleading eyes. You didn’t want to betray Shoto like that, but you hates how he pulled at your heartstrings, like a puppeteer, moving the strings how he wishes.
Bakugo refused to leave. He’s stayed, with the excuse of wanting to be there for his pup, which wasn’t entirely an excuse. He always feared how he might be as a father, but he couldn’t hell the joy at imagining a little pul of his own, with you. God, you looked angelic, he could only hope that the pup inherits your looks, so he could always see you in their.
.....
Shoto walked near the ocean, where he first met you, trying to destress.
Wishful thinking.
“SHOTO” a booming voice called out. Shoto looked startled for a second, until that transformed into disdain upon seeing the object of his hatred.
“What are you doing here ?” Shoto asked coldly.
“Shoto, why did you leave ?” Enji asked, not concealing the sorrow in his voice.
“Isn’t it obvious ?”
A silence enveloped them.
Enji swallowed, looking to the ground in remorse, the remorse that Shoto refused to believe his father harbored.
“You left because of me, but please Shoto, you need to come back.” Pleaded Enji.
“And why is that ?”
“Your mother Shoto, she’s very ill, and had been since you left.” Enji confessed, making Shoto’s heart drop.
His ...mother ?
But he got a grip on himself quickly. This could be a foil play to get him back willingly.
Sho scoffed, turning a scornful eye to the esteemed king Enji.
“And I should believe you because ?”
“You don’t have to, but I know you, you will never forgive yourself if your mother dies without seeing you.”
He was right. Shoto loved his mother too much for that.
But Shoto knows, he couldn’t bring you with him on this risky journey. His father might be lying, and he doesn’t want to think about it or imagine it but; he might hurt you.
“I am going to give the throne to either you or one of your brothers, then taking your mother to the West to find a suitable doctor.” Enji said. It was that serious huh ?
Shoto loved you, and could see himself spending the rest of his life with you but, if it puts your life at risk, then Shoto will gladly chose your happiness over his.
You were the companion that eased his loneliness, and he will be forever grateful to you for showing him the light in this darkened world.
.....
“So how did you find me ?” You asked Bakugo as you sat down in the living room with him, eating strawberries.
He smirked at that. If you thought you could hide, you were sourly wrong.
“I sent spies to each village, keeping an eye on any healers that don’t reside in the castle, or anyone that looks like you. You weren’t as discreet as you could have been.” He explained, then added.
“Plus, that women you helped wasn’t secretive, she ratted you out with the promise of money.”
Well damn, that one stung. Is that how she repays you ?
Bakugo took notice of your soured expression.
“That’s why I tell you to be careful, dumbass.” He reprimanded.
“I don’t regret it though, I wasn’t about to let someone die. And a mother at that.” You rebuttled, and he shrugged.
“And thats why you always get in trouble.”
You glared at him, but Bakugo just thought you looked like a kitten trying to growl. He reached out and pinched your cheek.
You were about to swat his hand away, when Shoto walked in the house, walking briskly into the living room.
He walked in, ignoring Bakugo’s growl, and made his way to you.
“Can we talk ?”
At the vague question, you nodded your head.
Bakugo growled to himself even more when he saw the two of you walk inside the bedroom, glaring at the door like it offended his ancestors, then snatching a strawberry and eating it with elongated canines.
.........
“(Y/n), you understand, right ?” Shoto asked worriedly.
You swallowed, then nodded sadly.
“Besides, I can’t be the father the pup deserves, the only father figure I have is potentially a danger to the both of you.”
At that, you nodded more firmly. You were still heart broken, the Alpha you got used to having everyday, the one you were slowly falling for, is leaving. But somehow, you had a feeling you’d be alright. It would be alright.
He had his reasons anyway, you couldn’t think of endangering your pup, and Shoto doesn’t think he is ready to be a father. He said he still loves you, probably always will, but he had a feeling this is for the best.
Shoto kissed you one last time, the sound resounding throughout the room as be deepened it. You could feel many emotions, but the thing you could feel most is the goodbye through the kiss. Maybe that’s why is was so passionate.
You broke it off when the sound of shattering plates echoed.
Shoto rolled his eyes, and gave you a peck and a hug, before walking to the door and stopping.
“(Y/n), do write me letters when you hear good news.” He said, giving you one last heartfelt smile, before turning the doorknob and walking out.
You laid on the bed, with a soured scent as you sighed.
You caressed your belly. Your bundle of joy would surely erase most the pain.
The door opened, and in your peripheral vision, you saw a tuft of blond hair and a scrunched up nose.
“What’s sup, dumbass ?”
Should you tell him ?
He sat down next to you, then took your hand and started purring to calm your nerves. Somehow, it worked.
You turned to him and smiled, reveling in his surprised face, which then erupted in a blush. You allowed yourself a moment of reprieve, and caressed the blush on his cheeks as you used to. The gesture brought butterflies to both parties.
“Well, I was dumped.”
Bakugo growled, ready to stand up and chase after the half n half bastard for several reasons, but he will begin with this.
But you held his arm, preventing him from moving.
“But it’s understandable.” You reasoned.
“But-“
“Katsuki.” You used that final tone that always let him know you were gravely serious.
Before he can attempt to be belligerent again, you halted him with a question.
“Katsuki, do you even want to be a father ? With me no less ?”
The question made a spark of anger go through him. If not you, then who else ?
He glared at you.
“Damn straight dumbass, if not you, then who else ? Don’t think you’re getting out of this.”
This made you laugh, surprising him. The hostility in his expression broke, making him huff and call you a weirdo.
“I can feel the connection between me and them, maybe it’s because a dragon can sense another, or maybe it’s the connection to my pup, but I know for a fact, I love our pup and I couldn’t wish for a better mother.”
The use of collective pronouns made you feel warm inside, like a journey you were set to take with the most joy filled of companions.
And in a few days time, you held Katsuki’s hand as your pup made it’s way to the world.
Katsuki walked in, his eyes drinking the sight of the pup in your arms with awe, it’s like he was falling all over again.
He walked in and sat beside you as you cooed at the little bundle of joy, a tony baby girl, with flaming red eyes that glistened like the finest rubies, and little tufts of (h/c) hair, the hair he always adored and wanted for his kids. You looked at him with a bright smile, one he wouldn’t trade for the world, and beckoned him closer.
Bakugo held the baby girl in his arms, unable to keep the bubble of affection that sprouted in his heart, and gushed out of his eyes as his love overfilled. He gave her a peck on the forehead, then another just to memorise the soft texture of her skin before she grows up before his eyes.
He then walked to the empty space on the bed, then climbed up and put the pup next to you, careful about moving you lest he elicit pain from the procedure you just underwent.
He went to climb out, but paused when his pup held his finger in her hand, toying with it as she swung it left and right in her tiny arms. He couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as he gazed at her tiny face curiously toying with his finger.
“Aw, she’s so perfect, isn’t she Katsuki ?” You gushed, purring at you baby girl as you caressed her head. Her eyes traveled up to your own hand, then her other hand went and grasped your own finger. She did the same to you as she did Katsuki, then with both of her occupied hands, she brought them together, making your finger touch Katsuki’s own larger one.
You gazed at her mindless actions with awe, both of you unable to take your fingers out of her toying hands and risk losing the contact. Her actions held so much meaning, like she was trying to communicate something despite you knowing it’s not true. Katsuki had a similar thought process. He decided to stop being a pussy and act like the Alpha he is.
“Well, if that’s what the pup wants, I guess you have no choice now.” He said. You looked back at the girl with love, then to Katsuki, and shrugged.
“Guess I have no choice, you’re lucky our baby girl decided to be your wing man.”
Giving Katsuki a chance to prove himself again seemed like the right choice.
Katsuki came closer to you, making you close your eyes as your lips joined in a familiar dance.
The little pup watched her parents curiously, her doe eyes staring at them in obliviousness as she resumed toying with their fingers.
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And thats it, the end. I decided to publish this on here on a whim, so here we are, tho im gonna get to working on a masterlist in a bit. If you enjoyed this mini series and wish to buy me a coffee, my kofi is T_Spice.
for ff can you do number 8 (on the new prompt list) with alpha bakugo and todoroki and omega trans reader? :)
I’m SO OKAY with these two tag teaming. Blame Yato on that one!
Shoto growled as he pumped into Y/N, pulling a loud moan from the Omega as Katsuki held Y/N against his body, gently squeezing and nipping at his claiming mark. “Shoto, hurry the fuck up,” He groaned, nuzzling the Omega. “He smells so fucking good.”
“Shut up,” The Alpha groaned, pumping harder.
Y/N moaned and squirmed, stroking Katsuki’s length slowly as he was being held between the Alpha’s, the heat of their skin and their scents clouding his mind.
“Fuck...I lo-love you both so much,” He moaned, blushing more.
“Love you too, Omega,” Shoto hummed, kissing him as Katsuki squeezed him.
Summary: Alpha!Bakugo finds out that you’ve secretly been an Omega all this time
Part 1 Part 2
Bakugo stood with his fist poised, ready to knock on the front door to your apartment— that was until he dropped his hand to the side for the umpteenth time that night.
”Fuck— this is so fucking stupid,” he growled, yearning to just punch a goddamn hole in the wall and just leave already.
It was late anyway, you were probably asleep by now. He could just come back tomorrow morning.
He took a step back and turned… that’s what he’ll do, he’ll come back tomorrow morning before you’re meant to report to the agency for work—
He stopped.
“FUCK—“ Bakugo slammed his fist hard against your front door three times.
After a few beats he was greeted with the door being swung open and you standing exasperated on the other side.
Almost immediately you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “No. Go home—“ you went to shut the door but Bakugo shoved his foot in the door before you could.
”We need to talk,” He muttered gruffly, peering down at you with hard eyes.
Your nostrils flared as you stared back up at him with an indignant look, “I have nothing to say to you—“
”Have you been crying?” The words flew past his lips as he took in your appearance. You were dressed in pajamas, no doubt already in bed for the night when he came, and your eyes were swollen and watery as if you had just finished sobbing your eyes out.
You huffed, “Go. Home.”
The two of you stared each other down for another moment before Bakugo forced himself forward and shoved himself inside, throwing you off balance and stumbling backwards, unable to stop him.
Bakugo glanced around your apartment. It was nice— expensive. It was expected of a hero of your notoriety, but even more so due to the fact you were a legacy hero. He wouldn’t lie, despite being relatively close friends ever since Raccoon Eyes all but adopted you into the group during first year, he always did chalk you up to just being another rich kid from another long line of heroes that got everything handed to them on a silver platter.
He realized with faint recognition that this was the first time he had set foot in your place. You never invited anyone over, always assuming you just liked your privacy but now… he was sure it was more than that.
Bakugo heard the click of the door shutting behind him, followed by a defeated sigh.
“Why are you here Bakugo?” You asked, clearly exhausted, walking past him and deeper into the apartment as you made your way to the kitchen.
”Hah?” He sneered incredulously, following in tow, “You’re really going to ask me that after what happened this afternoon?”
“I’ve been watching the news all day— you haven’t told anyone yet,” you muttered, reaching the top of your fridge for a bottle of sake.
”Of course I didn’t tell dumbass.”
You threw him a resentful glance over your shoulder, “Well why not?” You spat before unscrewing the top of the bottle and taking a swig before finally seating yourself down at the kitchen island.
Bakugo rounded the island, slamming his hands down on the counter across from you, “How low do you think I am—?”
Your head snapped up, locking your gaze with his once more, ”Pretty fucking low considering I found you going through my shit!— I mean, who even does that!? What were you even trying to find—“
”You’re changing the subject!” Bakugo rushed, ears tinging pink knowing the truth of why he even looked in the first place was embarrassing enough.
There was a pregnant pause before you finally rolled your eyes and took another swig— it didn’t even matter at this point did it? Your life may as well be over anyway…
“What do you want?” You finally sighed, resigned to whatever the rest of this interaction was going to be.
”I want to understand,” he replied, more even and controlled than his previous outbursts, “How have you hid this for so long? —And who else knows about you.”
You exhaled sharply through your nose, fingering the rim of your sake bottle in thought. “Why should I even tell you?”
”I’m not going to say anything.”
“That is until you change your mind.”
”I won’t.” He hissed, “I’m not going to get your license revoked— now will you just answer me.”
You continued to remain silent, making him huff in frustration.
”The cold.”
Your eyes slid to his, confusion painting your face, “What?”
”The cold,” he reiterated, clearly annoyed, “It’s my main weakness.”
You narrowed your eyes, “I already know that—“
”I’m just saying— if I tell… then you tell. I have a lot of enemies that would pay for that kinda information.”
You were quiet once more, eyeing him and weighing his words. His own gaze was unrelenting, pinning you in your seat. Bakugo was many things but you never really knew him to go back on his word…
”You’re the only one other than my family, doctor, and trainer that knows,” you sighed, taking a swig, “That’s how we’ve kept it secret, parents that hired a doctor and trainer to mix up the perfect cocktail of drugs and regimens to pass me off as an Alpha. That and a whole lot of hush money.” You muttered sarcastically.
”Why?”
”Why?” You scoffed, “Because I’m a (Y/L/N). We don’t have Omegas, everyone in my family has been born an Alpha and then has trained to become a hero for generations.”
”But you guys do have an Omega.”
You shot him a glare, “Yeah, I’m well aware asshole.”
”So what? Making you a hero was going to somehow save your family name?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what it is. And I was doing a fine job of it too until you decided to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”
Bakugo finally took a seat, “You all actually think you can keep this a secret?” He asked incredulously.
You quirked a brow, “I am.”
He pursed his lips… technically that was true, but more so because it would have been unthinkable that an Omega would have managed to get as far as you have in this field.
Honestly it was a goddamn miracle you even managed to get into class 1-A to begin with.
If it wasn’t for that he probably would have believed you were at least a Beta if not an Omega, especially as your scent gave no indication…
Bakugo perked up, “Why don’t you smell like an Omega?”
“Drugs,” you shrugged, “My brothers also scent me to mask whatever’s left.”
”And what about—“ heats, Bakugo caught himself before he could say it, the realization hitting him over the head like a ton of bricks. You experience heats. A blush spread across his cheeks, mind suddenly clouded by images of you locked away in your bedroom and—
“What about what?” You asked him impatiently, “Are we done here yet? You already get the gist and if I still have a job in the morning then I need to go to bed now.” You stood up, rounding the kitchen island back towards the front door with Bakugo following behind hesitantly. He still had so many questions but was suddenly and actually aware that you were an Omega… he had never been very tactful around Omegas before.
You stood by the now open door, waiting for him to leave.
And so he did, but not before you stopped him with one final thing left to say. You had stopped him with a grip on his bicep, peering up at him with serious eyes, “You need to be aware of how you treat me in public going forward. If you start pulling some Alpha bullshit and favoring me on missions or doting on me in front of our friends I will make sure every one of your enemies finds out Dynamight can’t handle the cold. Understood?”
He bared his teeth and in a low whisper said, “Don’t get such a big head— you’re still an extra to me.”
With that he had tugged his arm from your grasp and headed out.
He would never admit that what you had said was exactly what had been weighing on his mind since he found the pill bottle.
A/N: here’s a bit of a part 2 to the other blurb I posted a few days ago. Sorry for another short one, I’ve been in a bit of a slump and my writing stamina is near non-existent at the moment
Summary: Pro-hero!Alpha!Bakugo finds out a long time friend is actually an Omega
Part 1
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“You’re an Omega.”
The words were deafening in the empty gym, feeling completely foreign on Bakugo’s tongue as the truth slipped past his lips.
You didn’t respond as his unwavering gaze pinned you to the spot and the longer he stared the clearer it became.
You really were a fucking Omega.
It was true you had always been smaller and leaner than your peers and much more mild mannered, especially in comparison to the rest of the friend group but to actually think…
It was utterly insane—
“You went through my things…” you finally muttered, jerking him out of his reverie.
And your words made his blood boil.
He shot up to his feet, finally standing from the crouch beside your bag and charged forward, pill bottle outstretched in his hand. “That’s all you have to say!?” He spat, a furious blush crawling up his neck, “You’re not going to even try to explain this shit!?”
You took a step back, hitting the gym door you had just entered, staring up at him with an unreadable expression. In the blink of an eye you had grabbed the bottle from his hand and vanished, using your quirk to teleport yourself to your bag.
”Why bother,” you scoffed angrily, wrestling with the fact that a long time friend would actually breach your privacy like this. “Just go ahead and get my license revoked.”
Bakugo spun on his heel, facing you once more, “What!? You think I’m going to tell—“
”Well aren’t you!?” You hissed, swinging your bag over your shoulder, “You really expect me to believe that the big and tough Alpha hero Dynamight is going to keep letting a fucking Omega play hero!? I don’t think there is a worse person I know that could have found this out.”
He faltered. Technically there was a moral and ethical obligation to these kinds of things. Omegas weren’t heroes for good reason— you could get someone killed or worse— you could get killed.
Another scoff from you pulled him from his racing thoughts.
”That’s what I thought. Twenty fucking years of hard work down the drain, thanks for that.”
And just like that, you were gone.
Bakugo stood alone, mind reeling as he found your words leaving a severe sting in his chest. Too many thoughts and feelings clouded his mind.
So he did the only thing he could, he stayed back in the gym and beat the shit out of some dummies until he could figure out what his next move would be.
