It was a normal night for the pack, everyone was off shift and relaxing. Hero work had slowed down for a little bit as 3rd year students were finishing their hero studies which meant no late nights for the pack.
You, a quickless omega, had joined the pack, all be it quite quickly. One day you ended up down a wrong alleyway and a man tried to attack you. Bakugou had been on patrol with Kirishima and heard the sounds of the commotion. Once they turned the corner they saw this feisty little omega attacking the man back. Trying to step in to help only made you more angry, this set Bakugou’s heart and alpha alight. After that the rest was history, you entered a relationship with Bakugou and Kirishima, two very different alphas. Kirishima liked physical touch and always liked to be holding you or near you. Bakugou however, did not like physical touch and it was an ongoing learning process for you both. Bakugou craved to touch you and be near you but sometimes touch was too much for him.
The pack sat in the living room, all lounging all over one another. Kirishima, Bakugou, you, Denki and Shinso all sat on the large sofa together. You sat with your legs bent, leaning on Bakugou. Denki was laying down on your bent legs with his own resting on Shinso. Kirishima was in the corner, his arms stretched out wide over the back of the sofa. Bakugou sat there rigid, constantly looking at Denki in your lap. You brushed the fellows omega’s hair, not really paying attention to anything.
With everyone looking at the TV, Bakugou sighed again and Kirishima took to his phone. A moment later your digital watch buzzed on your wrist, alerting you to a text.
“Kats is Jealous and wants to have his head in your lap, and you know he isn’t going to ask, I have a plan, get Denks to move to Shinso, and you shift to the other side.”
Shaking your head at the message, you bring your watch to Denki, so he could read it. The blonde smirked and sat up suddenly, throwing his arms into the air . “Oh omega, you are so comfortable but I must be with my alpha.” He says dramatically and throws himself forward onto Shinso, who is not phased at all but the omega.
Stretching, you swap your legs over and look at Kirishima nodding to him. Resting your hand behind Bakugou’s neck, you rub it softly. The Alpha sighs and closes his eyes. Kirishima moves his hands from the back of the sofa to his lap and reaches for his socks, pretending to adjust them. Bakugou was with his eyes still closed, none the wiser. Looking at Kirishima, he mouths to you.
1.....2.....3........
In a quick motion, you grab Bakugou's neck hard and drag it to your lap, Kirishima grabs the alpha’s ankles and pulls them onto his lap. Bakugou in a panic opens his eyes and is trying to escape both of your holds.
“Kats, baby, relax" You whisper, releasing some pheromones and brushing his hair with your hand. He stops fighting you.
You bring your lips to his forehead, kissing him gently. The blonde Alpha starts to purr, as you pull away he’s watching you. “See, nothing to worry about, just relax.” You say again. His hands reach for yours and he brings it to his chest, holding it over his heart. “Shut up ‘mega.” He smirks at you, closes his eyes and makes himself comfortable in your lap and Kirishima’s.
The red head throws his arms over the back of the sofa once again, gently resting it on your shoulder. “We're a great team.” He says and winks at you. “Yeah, yeah.” You chuckle back at him.
alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — hurt/comfort, fluff, denki plays you a song, cuddles n kisses with katsuki, smau + fic, 3.7k words
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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + texts from eiji are from izuku's pov
fic underneath smau
It feels like that moment all those weeks ago when you first arrived at your alpha’s residence. But since then, so much has changed.
As the car rolls to a stop, you stare out the window. You take in the sight of the jet-black gate, trees swaying overhead, and the sun’s blistering rays. You feel Midoriya shift next to you, his eyes watching and waiting for you to move. You spare him a glance and a small grin before hopping out of the car.
As soon as your feet hit the pavement, the gate is sliding across with a quiet hum. You lock eyes with red ones and see the radiance of his tanned skin in the afternoon light. You shut the car door behind you and begin walking towards him, Midoriya by your side.
The redhead meets you two. He breathes out, “Hey.” You give him a small smile.
“Hey, Eijiro,” you say quietly. Midoriya stands beside you, looking between the two of you awkwardly.
You turn and look up at him, saying, “I’ll be fine. Thanks for dropping me back. I’ll see you around?”
He nods sheepishly and Eijiro shakes his hand. The redhead thanks Midoriya for taking care of you. With one last smile at the both of you, broccoli boy leaves. You observe him drive away and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.
Once he’s out of sight, you turn your attention to the alpha in front of you. He looks down at you and sighs.
He says, “I’m sorry, baby. I really am.” You shake your head and place your finger on your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. Your manliest man opens his mouth to speak again but you reach up and cover it; his words come out muffled.
You say, “Let’s go inside.” You remove your hand from his full lips, your palm slightly damp from the heat of his breath.
He starts walking towards the gate and you follow him past it. He shuts it behind you two before trailing behind you to the house. You inhale the scent of your alphas, so strong and mixed. Something sweet, earthy, tangy, spell-binding.
You’ve missed this.
Eijiro opens the front door for you and you thank him as you head inside.
“So,” he starts as he slips on his house shoes. “Are you okay?” You hum in response.
He continues, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You step up onto the platform and start walking down the entrance hall, giving him no response. It’s not that you don’t want to talk about it. You just don’t want to talk about it yet. He follows close behind you.
You’re passing the living room when you hear rustling from inside. A twang of guitar strings. You stop immediately. You look at Eijiro wide-eyed before sliding the living room door open. You peep inside, golden eyes meeting yours.
“Denki?” You say, confused. He’s sitting on the floor, his back resting against the kotatsu and yellow guitar in his lap. Cords flow from his guitar somewhere off to the side. He laughs nervously and avoids your gaze. You tip-toe towards him, careful not to trip on any of the cords.
“What’re you doing?” You say as you sit in front of him.
He stutters, “U-um, well, I’m gonna p-play you a song. Y-yea.” You watch with wide eyes as he strums the guitar strings. You’re enraptured by the way his fingers move and the song's rhythm.
he only distraction is the heat of Eijiro’s body beside you once he sits down. You listen intently as Denki plays. It’s bright and slow yet powerful. You’re enchanted by his abilities.
When he finishes, you clap and exclaim, “That was so good! I didn’t know you could play like that.” He rubs his neck as he looks down.
“It was inspired by you,” he says quietly, flicking one of his guitar strings.
“What?” You breathe out in shock. You? You inspired his song? Your mind ceases to function as normal. ERROR ERROR ERROR. His words play on-loop in your mind. It was inspired by you.
Denki shrugs and gazes at you finally. He can see the confusion plastered on your face.
He nods and says, “You’re a great muse, you know?” You shake your head. You don’t know. You’re a great muse is added to the frenzy of your thoughts. You take a deep breath in and will yourself to calm down.
You ask quietly, “I’m a great muse?” The blond nods enthusiastically. He sets his guitar on the kotatsu behind him. When he turns back around, he gives you a cheeky grin.
The redhead from beside you pipes up, “You mean a lot to us, y/n. And we’re really sorry about keeping info from you. We hope that you’ll choose to stay with us and forgive us, someday.” You look down at your lap as you feel the lump swell in your throat and tears well in your eyes. You whine. The sound has the two alphas looking back and forth between you and each other, confused.
The emotions overflow and so do your tears.
Mindlessly, you grab onto Eijiro’s shirt and curl into his chest. The intimacy of your touch has his red eyes wide and jaw slack. He quickly recovers and wraps his arms around you, one motioning for Denki to get in on the action.
The blond approaches tentatively and places a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head and gaze up at him with teary eyes. His soft puppy eyes make you cry harder, and you shift out of Eijiro’s gentle hold to cling onto Denki.
You don’t mean to be so goddamn sensitive, but you can’t help it. They’re your alphas, and even though their actions have hurt you, you care about them so much. You love being with them even though they drive you insane sometimes. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Your sadness connects to something deep within Denki’s heart, and as the minutes pass by, he finds himself becoming as upset as you are. He holds onto you tight as the tears trickle down his face, creating a wet patch on your shoulder. You don’t notice until you hear him quietly sobbing just beneath your ear.
You nuzzle the side of his face with your nose and he tilts his head to gaze into your eyes. Glassy reflects glassy and you smile at him sadly before returning to your cuddle. Eijiro rubs your back. His touch is so warm and soothing, you relax beneath it even as your chest heaves.
You continue holding each other until you calm down. The sunbeams stream through the light curtains of the living room, casting a warm glow on your bodies. You pull back from Denki’s grasp, your hands on either side of his face as you look at him. You wipe away any stray tears from beneath his golden eyes and he does the same for you.
After a moment, you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes. You breathe slowly and gently while Denki shoots Eijiro a panicked look.
Fortunately, you miss Eijiro’s thumbs up and silent encouragement as Denki removes his hand from your cheek and starts motioning to the redhead to shut whatever the hell is happening down. Your pretty lips are far too close to his right now and he’s not ready for them to invade his personal space any further.
You whine softly and your brows furrow as Denki gestures particularly enthusiastically, the movement causing your bodies to rock ever-so-slightly. You whisper his name and suddenly, all of his attention is back on you. At this moment, he realises just how fucking tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.
“What is it?” Denki means to say sweetly but it comes out as a nervous squeak. A grin spreads across your lips upon hearing him.
You sniffle before asking him teasingly, “What’s wrong? You seem on edge.” He short circuits not only within himself but the entire house. The living room light stops working, as does every other object powered by electricity in the house. You pull back from him and call his name, but he’s got the dumbest look on his face (you know the one I’m talking about).
Eijiro gently squeezes your shoulder and you turn to look at him. You gesture to the blissed-out expression Denki’s wearing and Eijiro shrugs.
“He does that sometimes,” the redhead smirks. He nods his head to the side, gesturing for you to come over to him. You obey, leaving Denki where he is and climbing onto Eijiro’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his masculine scent. It puts you at ease and has you purring in his arms.
He chuckles before returning your purr with one of his own. He strokes your hair with care and rubs circles on your back. You could fall asleep from how relaxed you are right now.
“Baby,” he coos softly. You tilt your head back and stare back at him, a small smile on your lips.
About now, Denki has come to. He groans as the light flickers back on and rubs his face with his hand. When he looks up, he sees you and Eijiro locked in a slow kiss. The blond pouts and calls out, “Hey!”
Eijiro pulls back from your lips. His hand cups the back of your neck and holds you close to him as he looks back at an upset Denki.
“Hey,” the redhead smirks.
Denki whines, “You stole my kiss, bro!”
Eijiro chuckles low, “Not my fault you short-circuited, now is it?” The blond groans. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you out of Eijiro’s grasp. Denki sets a wide-eyed you down on his lap and sticks his tongue out at Eijiro.
“It’s my turn now!” The blond exclaims. You laugh at his enthusiasm and tilt your head back to look at him. You gently kiss his jaw with a grin. The softness of your lips has Denki bordering on malfunctioning again. You chuckle at how cute he is and brush the tip of his nose with your own. In a brave move, he closes the gap between you by pressing his full lips to yours.
You moan quietly into his mouth as your hand cups the back of his head, pulling him further down to you. The kiss is short and sweet as Denki is far too nervous for anything more (like about to shit himself kinda nerves rn). He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours momentarily, his eyes closed. Once he opens them, he stares into yours. You give him a quick peck before shifting in his lap and looking back at Eijiro.
The rest of your afternoon is spent talking with the boys. You’re strumming Denki’s guitar the way he’s shown you when Hanta comes home. Seeing you on the floor makes his heart pound. You’re finally home. He gives you a big cuddle, apologises some more to you, and admires your mark, which is healing well. Hanta joins you in sitting all together on the floor, poking fun and saying whatever comes to your mind.
As the evening wears on, you all migrate to the kitchen. Hanta and Eijiro are busy making dinner while you and Denki sit at the kitchen table. Seeing your wandering eyes, your golden boy informs you that Katsuki will be on patrol until 9pm. This information makes you pout. You yearn to see him after last night. Not having him here didn’t feel right, especially since you’ve made up with the other boys now.
When dinner is ready, Denki jumps up and helps set up the table. You want to help as well, but he insists that you stay seated and allow your alphas to take care of you. You chuckle at his chivalry and abide by his wishes (for now, anyway).
You all take your usual spots and eat dinner together. The meal tastes good and you let the boys know that you like it. And you swear you do like it. But, part of you greatly misses Katsuki’s cooking. It’s been too long (it’s been four days) since you’ve tasted his fluffy rice, tender salmon, and perfectly chewy fish balls. You have to stop yourself from moaning mid-bite as you reminisce about your stubborn and protective chef-alpha.
Next time you see him, you just wanna grab his cheekies and pepper his face in aggressive kisses. Ahem. You mean that the next you see him, you want him to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness… and then youjustwannagrabhischeekiesandpepperhisfaceinaggressivekisses.
After dinner, you offer to help with the dishwashing but are again rejected. Accepting defeat, you follow Hanta and Eijiro out of the kitchen, leaving a stuttering blond with the mountain of plates and pots and pans from tonight’s cooking.
You thank them for taking such good care of you before you go your separate ways. As you shut your bedroom door behind you, you sigh. You flop down on your bed and whine and roll around in the comfy blankets. You grab your phone and open Tumblr. You scroll for a while but stop once you hear the front door click open.
The second it thuds shut, you’re up on your feet. You sprint from your room. The thumps of your footsteps have an already-tired Katsuki on alert. He whips around, expecting a fucking boar or something to be charging at him. But then he sees you.
You run down the couple of steps and jump into his arms. Your sudden appearance has him reacting on instinct. He bundles you up in his arms and holds you tight. You breathe in each other’s scents, and his warmth makes you sigh despite how clammy his skin is.
After a few moments, he sets you back down. You can’t resist the temptation in front of you. Grabbing his cheeks, you plant hard kisses all over his face, from his sweaty forehead to his soot-stained cheeks and, finally, his awaiting pink lips. You melt into his embrace as he pulls you flush against his solid body. Your kiss is passionate, with both parties excited that this moment has finally come and eager for so much more.
He groans as you tilt your head back and tug his roots. Your back arches as he kisses you harder, a moan sliding from your mouth into his. He nips harshly at your lower lip, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound sets him alight. He pulls away from you quickly and pushes you back as his hands spark.
With big eyes, you gaze up at him as you wipe your spit-stained lips with the back of your hand. Katsuki looks to the side, avoiding your gaze as he wipes his hands on his black track pants. He then walks past you and puts his house slippers on, muttering a low “Sorry.” You turn around and grab his wrist, confining him to the entryway (he lets you do so).
“What?” He mumbles as he faces you. You pout as you stare up at him with furrowed brows. You let go of his wrist to fold your arms beneath your chest. The position pushes your braless breasts up slightly which does not go unnoticed by the frowning alpha.
You say annoyed, “I couldn’t hear you.” You take a step closer to him and continue, “It sounded like you said ‘sorry’ but I don’t know.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
When he looks back at you, he says between tight teeth, “I’m sorry.” You cup your ear with one hand, leaning the side of your head toward him.
“What?” You ask loudly. He mumbles something beneath his breath. “I can’t hear you,” you say in that voice used by camp rangers or at sports carnivals when all the kids are supposed to chant louder in response.
He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs, “For fuck’s sake I’m sorry, alright? You happy now?” You shake your head as a pout returns to your lips.
“You don’t sound very sorry,” you say, frowning. He grunts and takes his hands out of his pockets. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you back into his chest. You whine at the force he uses as your head collides with his bazongas. He wraps his arms around you and sways you gently from side to side while his hand caresses your hair.
You try to push him away, but he continues to hold you. You whimper his name as you slap his chest. He doesn’t even flinch at the pressure. You continue to try and escape his awfully muscular arms but relinquish control after a few more unsuccessful attempts.
Katsuki mutters into your hair, “I’m sorry, y/n.” He hugs you even tighter for a moment before easing up a bit. “Fuck,” he grunts out. He pulls back and cups your cheeks, tilting your head back to look into your eyes. You whine at the sad look in his sharp, crimson eyes.
He continues, “M’just so fucking bad with my words, baby. You know, yea?” You nod as you bite the side of your lip. His eyes dart to the soft flesh, and he licks his own hungrily. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, your noses brushing.
“Wish I could show ya,” he sighs and kisses you so delicately. You moan into his lips as he angles your head just the way he wants.
You two stand there for who knows how long, kissing and whispering to each other and kissing again. At some point, Katsuki picks you up and leads you to the bathroom. He sets you down just outside the door and tells you to get ready for bed.
You beam up at him, “Why?” He plants a kiss on your forehead and then one on your nose before saying, “’Cause you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.” You nod excitedly, no objections entering your mind whatsoever, and watch him walk down the hallway.
You do as he says, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine before scampering off to your bedroom and changing into your favourite t-shirt of his (skulls💪💪💪🧎🧎🤭).
You walk nervously to his room as the panic sets in. Okay, so you’re sleeping together tonight. But did he mean sleeping or sleeping wink wink? You pray that he meant the former as you slide his door open. You find the room to be empty.
Eternally grateful, you exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and wander around his room. Like earlier today, you feel a sense of deja vu as you look at his All Might posters and figurines.
But this time when the door slides open, you’re greeted with a half-naked Katsuki. The towel wrapped around his hips shifts lower as he walks over to a dresser in the corner. You gulp and stand there, staring at his ripped-back muscles and delicious shoulders and the little dimples above his ass like some kind of pervert... No comment.
He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror as he opens the first draw. A short chuckle tears from his throat as he makes out the drool beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth.
Pulling out a pair of trunks and throwing them over his broad shoulder, he barks out, “The fuck you lookin’ at you little perv?” You blink in shock. When did he notice you? You think. And how long has he watched you stare at him so lewdly?
He smirks as your jaw slackens and more spit drips from the corner of your mouth. You catch his red eyes, but their colour doesn’t compare to the heat bubbling in your cheeks. You look down, thoroughly ashamed of your ogling.
Upon closing your mouth, you feel the wetness pooling at the edge of your lips. You wipe up your drool, even more embarrassed than you originally were. You turn around in your shame, determined not to embarrass yourself any further.
Katsuki stares at you in the mirror as he drops his towel and changes into his trunks. By the time you turn back around, he’s flicking off the lights and climbing into bed. He grunts at you to “Get over ‘ere” and you comply, pulling back his covers and lying down promptly. He pulls the covers up to your chin and pulls you into his chest.
His hands grab at your shirt as he mumbles in your locks, “Been lookin’ for this.” You giggle and tilt your head up, placing a kiss on his sharp jaw. He groans at your affection and wraps his arms around you tighter.
You mumble into his neck, “Did you eat?”
You can hear his smirk as he says, “’Course I did since you were taking so fucking long in the bathroom.” You whine and wriggle, causing him to grunt.
He traps your legs in his as he chuckles, “Probably could’ve bought another house while you were in there.” You hum in response.
“So you own this house?” You ask him, curiosity evident in your tone. He hums and plants a soft kiss on the shell of your ear.
He says low, “What’d you expect? These extras are just freeloaders.” You laugh, your breath fanning across his skin. You two talk for a little longer until you feel your eyes become droopy.
You whisper, “Hey, Suki.” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “Will you purr for me?” He chuckles at your request, but the sound doesn’t have its usual harshness. It’s light and carefree. He squeezes you tight and draws the covers up slightly more before the soothing vibrations begin in his chest. You moan and purr, snuggling even closer to him.
Katsuki watches you fall asleep. All of these emotions are flooding through him. Sweat beads down his neck and pools on his palms; he wipes them on his your shirt. He feels so fucking warm right now, but he doesn’t dare pull away from you because he knows that it’s not just from your body.
Your alpha doesn’t dare to stop purring until you’ve been sleeping for a good while. And even then, he purrs as he falls asleep with his cheek squished against the top of your head.
Big ass alpha Bakugou that omegas and even betas flock to. He just sneers at everyone and continues on with his day, only having eyes for his pretty little omega assistant that takes such good care of him and even shows up at his house to cook for him from time to time. It never got official, but it's almost like an unspoken rule that you're his, and he's yours. You stand by him on the train, and practically have to be in his lap when in the backseat of cars because he's so big and takes up so much space. He gets so angry when your heat hits and you don't come into work that he goes to your apartment, and he can smell you. He can smell it from down the street, and all the way up the staircase, and your hallway is practically drowning in it, so much that he has to swat away other's from outside your door just so he can get to you. He's trying so hard not to drop into a rut from the overwhelming smell of you, panting and sweating while he taps on the door and drools when you get closer. He almost tells you not to open the door... but you can smell him, and you need your alpha, but the second the lock clicks he's practically ripping the door off the hinges to get to you. It's not his fault you smell so sweet and so strong and put him into a rut, no... but it is his fault that you're walking around his house in one of his shirt with a round tummy filled with his pups a few months later.
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i'll actually cum in my pants. he’s so hnnnnggg... fuck.
bakugou, who is usually so disinterested in omegas that people rumored the pro-hero to only date betas. he just... never showed a real interest in them. it actually gave him a bit of a nasty streak because, unlike most alphas, bakugou didn't have a soft spot for pretty little omegas. until he met you, of course.
you caught him by surprise the first time you walked in, answering his add for an assistant to help keep the home and keep his papers organized. he knew you'd be an omega, it said so on your application when you applied, but you were more than qualified and he's never been too concerned with second genders. but when he opened the door to let you into his apartment, your scent hit him like a truck. bakugou had never once had to pause in his stride because of an omega, but he did with you. and he did it every time, taking a deep breath before he let you into his apartment to cook and clean for the day.
bakugou rarely let you accompany him to work, but when he did, people whispered about the pretty new omega working under him. they asked about you to others, whispered about how good you smelled and how fucking pretty you'd be under them.
he put a stop to that shit as soon as he heard it. bakugou didn’t know why but he was protective over you and it didn’t take anyone very long for anyone to figure out that you were fucking his. it’s not like you minded either. bakugou was... desirable to say the least, big and strong and smelled so good that he nearly had your knees buckling each time he walked near you. you had no qualms with being claimed by him, though you swore up and down that your relationship was strictly professional.
you both knew it wasn’t, especially after the first time you called him when you were in heat. it was a delirious choice, whining for him to come over so he could take care of you through the receiver. bakugou should have hesitated, should have told you that he’d drop some medicine outside of your door, but instead he found himself indulging you and heading to your place, blood boiling with the thought of how you’d look split open on his cock.
you smelled him before you saw him, opening the door to your small apartment and letting that primal desire take over as you drank in the sight of him. he was sweating, chest heaving at the door before taking your hips in his big hands and pushing you backwards.
fuck, you smelled good, so fucking sweet. bakugou swore he could smell you from down the street, the way you cunt ached for his knot. he could barely contain himself as he whispered promises of taking care of you, telling you that he was gonna give it all to you. it’s what you deserve. you deserve to be stuffed with my cum, yeah? that’s what he said while he plugged you up, big hands holding your knees to your chest as he broke you open on the thick stretch of his cock.
he almost couldn’t pay attention to the way you keened for him, back arching as you tried to kiss and lick at his neck to taste some of the intoxicating smell that you wanted so badly. you begged bakugou to knot you, begged the pro-hero to stuff you full. you wanted it to hurt, wanted him to be so deep in you that you couldn’t breathe. who was he to deny you that? such a pretty fucking omega begging for him like that, it made his cock twitch inside of you.
bakugou gave you everything you asked for, biting at your neck before pulling away to watch your face contort as his cock started to swell. you felt the pop, the way it plugged you so deep as he flooded your body with him, knot soothing the delirious high your heat left you in as you writhed under him. he cooed for you to take it, to take all of it just like you wanted. and you nod, listening to your alpha with furrowed brows and a mewl that could have brought anyone to their knees.
it became a regular thing after that. things strictly professional until they weren’t and he had you plugged up with his cock to quell your heat. it became official when you took time off, only occasionally visiting the office to drop paper work off until your visits became all but nonexistent. people wondered if you’d lost your job, asking bakugou about his omega assistant and her whereabouts. he only scowled at them, telling them to mind their fuckin’ business before returning to whatever he was doing.
finally though, he’d had enough of the whispers, bringing you into the office in one of his oversized merch shirts and a round belly swollen with his child. that sure as hell shut them up. you’re fuckin’ his and this proved it.
Rewind to when you first moved into the apartments. The owners had let you park your moving van in front of the building since you were an omega and you had no alpha.
The fact that most people were kinder to alphaless omegas in this time made both you and the dragon a little happier. speaking of the dragon he kept telling you that you should have probably asked the movers to have stayed and helped instead of sending them away. You had insisted that you could move most of the heavy boxes and the little bit of furniture by yourself. But you had felt bad because you had already made them miss their lunch to help bring up the bigger pieces like your table set and couch.
You simply brushed the overprotective dragon off. You didn’t want those foul smelling alphas to rub their scent off on your water bed or any of your nesting things. However you did agree that you did decide to carry one to many boxes as you struggled to balance them. Not only did you carry one to many they were also heavy. Most of them filled to the brim with crafting supplies and one of them carried your alphas very heavy cloak.
You remembered when you could carry all of this with ease. But as the years rolled by you let yourself to grow soft because were you used to to doing everything by yourself but after Bakugou died you had two alphas that mostly refused to let you to do heavy lifting.
Now here you were, struggling with heavy boxes, with no alphas. You felt like you kinda fucked yourself. What irked you more is that people were just watching you struggle.
You guessed you zoned out at the elevator as you tried to regain your balance so you could open it but you were brought back by it dinging. You sighed in relief as to the fact that you didn’t need to open them yourself.
You head a very familiar unnecessarily grouchy voice.
“Do you need help?” You didn't answer thinking that it was a) just your imagination and b) you were more focused on trying not to fall. You were so zoned in on not tipping that you didn’t realize that you let out a distressed scent and a panicked chirp when they started to lean too far back for your liking. Suddenly you didn’t have as many boxes and most of the weight was gone. You both rushed to get into the elevator as it had started to close. Once inside you looked up to properly thank the person who had helped you.
Your words caught in your throat as you saw a familiar face and eyes. Spiky blonde hair and glowing ruby red eyes greeted you in a resting scowl. You saw your alpha in all his jagged edges and soft line. His scent hit you like a truck and you had to take a deep breath and let out your shaky starter.
“Hi.”
The more you looked you noticed that he was obviously in a partial hero costume. You now realize that he was the Pro Ground Zero. You had never seen him before as you didn’t own a tv and your phone was strictly for calling Mina, Kirishima and business partners. But now as you stared at the duplicate of your alpha you felt your heart stopping all over again.
His scowl softened into a soft but cocky smile that had your heart doing flips.
“Hey Angel” he said flirtatiously.
“I don’t think we have met... I’m Y/N.” You said trying to calm your nerves and your howling omega. Strangely, the dragon was quiet.
“I am Katsuki Bakugou or Ground Zero. Whichever you prefer.” He said confidently.
You laughed.
“I think I will say with Bakugou.” His lips twitched in irritation. You smiled at him and shifted the box in your hand. “Thank you for helping me. what floor are you on?”
The playful glint returned to his eyes as he responded.
“6th floor. what about you?” You smiled brightly
“Same!” You tried to calmly talk to him for the rest of the ride and he helped you take boxes to your apartment.
Bakugou absolutely refused to let you take up all of your boxes by yourself. He decided to help for the rest of the time. He had explained that he was moving himself. You tried to offer to help him as he helped you but he said that done and he was free.
He also helped you unpack and asked why you were by yourself.
“I would normally have help!” you said while you brought another box into the kitchen as he unpacked plates. “But Mina is picking up an extra patrol downtown and Kiri is covering a shift for a friend as they move!”
He stared at you for a moment.
“You know Mina and Kirishima?” You looked up from the box you were rummaging through confused.
“Yeah? Mina helps me pay for the shop I run and Kiri is my best friend.”
He snorts.
“That’s why he put up such a fight to cover my shift.”
“OH! So you are the person he is covering for?” Bakugou nods as he placed a mixer closer to the bottom than the top shelf where you had it. “Hey!” you protested.
“You could fall and break your neck.” He said in a no argument tone. A puff of frustrated steam came through your nose.
He nearly completely unpacked most of the boxes, except for your nesting items. As much as your omega was glad to see their alpha again they didn’t completely know this alpha.
Bakugou ended up dragging you to his apartment which was ironically right next to yours and fed you spicy curry. When you took the first bite you nearly cried.
Your mind was pushed back to centuries ago on the day after your marriage. you smelled something new and spicy when you woke up around noon. You remember your body being sore and you had your alpha sit behind you as you ate your fill. He had said he had refused to eat until you finished as it was tradition. You remember the warmth and the feeling of safety. You remember his asking if all human omegas were able to get pregnant. You remember replying yes. You remember his happy purrs lulling you to sleep as you felt full and content in the cave where his horde and your new nest laid.
You were brought back to a very panicked Bakugou. You waved him off.
“It’s not too spicy! I just haven’t had it in awhile.” You said in a choked voice and you proceeded to inhale the bowl and tried to wait for Bakugou to finish before asking for more. That didn’t end up happening as he refilled your bowl every time he noticed you staring at his pot of curry.
It was very late by the time you two had finished chatting and eating. Sometime you got a text from Mina and Kiri saying that they got home safe. They also sent a text saying they were both off and were able to help restock the store tomorrow. Bakugou had walked you to your apartment and made sure that you locked your doors. You fell asleep not needing to wrap yourself up in his cape. And for the first time in a long time. You didn’t have nightmares.
Bakugou was pissed that he hadn’t met this sweet omega earlier in his life. Normally omegas sweet scents gave him headaches but your honey coated earthy scent made his head spin. He gently took the soft blanket that you had wrapped yourself in as you two played chess. He might or might not have purposely turned down the thermostat so that you would need it. He was tempted to just put the blanket it the wash but when he got hit with another wave of your scent you closed your apartment door he decided to take it to his bed.
He tried to curl into his blankets without it, the blanket sitting at the end of his bed. But he ended up kicking off all of the blankets and curling into it in his sleep. He didn’t know why but he felt like you were hurt and he was the reason why. He also had the feeling that he knew you, but you two had never met before... Right?
Note
Did not expect to write as much as I did but here you go! if i had forgot to tag you please let me know! also if you enjoyed it please comment! You have no idea how much joy it brings me when I have comments galore to read and respond to! Thank you for reading and get ready for the next chapter! Side note i have no idea how many chapters this is going to be but when I do I will let you guys know.
Pairing: Alpha!Bakugou x Alpha!Kirishima x Omega!FemReader
Warnings: language, omegaverse, pregnancy
Word Count: 4400+
A/N: I have a very exciting Idol AU omegaverse series in the background cooking up, They are all stand alone fics, there are three so far. But I wanted to bash out a cute little pack fic before that. Hope you all like it <3
Summary: Your pack had not been together for three years, lots had changed the main being a little secret you and your alpha's have been keeping for 5 months. Pack leader Denki has called everyone home for a vaction, a vaction to make you all a strong pack again, the downside you have not told anyone, should it still remain a secret and for how long?...
As part of a new world hero organization effort, there was a high demand for your fellow pack mates to travel the world and help other countries deal with world ending situations, situations like One for All.
A proposition was brought to your pack, 3 years, a 3 year mission, traveling the globe speaking to final year students and hero commissions. The rest of the pack had shorter missions, each were a few weeks here and there but the main one was the 3 years. When it was brought to Pack Alpha, Denki, he struggled, he wanted to take it himself but he had to focus on the pack.
When Denki spoke to the pack and explained it all, he left it open to take as he didn't want to be one to send someone away, but it needed to be taken.
That night, you, Bakugou and Kirishima spoke about it. In hindsight it made sense for your little trio to take it. Each taking a year and by the end of it, it would make you all stronger as a trio. The following morning you brought the plan to Denki, who was very happy and thankful to you all. Bakugou agreed to take the first year, as he was still building up his strength and wanting to still help Deku. Kirishima was taking the middle year, as he could take the year of absence from FatGums agency and you took the last, as you were still trying to figure out what you wanted to do. Stay a hero or during the absence of one of your alpha’s get your teaching degree.
It was a struggle these years, having one alpha away from you but you were able to grow a deeper connection with your alpha that was present. 3 years went so fast in an instant, one moment you were saying goodbye to Bakugou, the next Kirishima and then the next you were arriving home having completed your year.
It had been a long time since all the pack were together and now that everyone had finished the cross world missions, Denki demanded that everyone go away camping for the weekend. You were pacing your shared bedroom, panicking about what to wear to hide. Bakugou, sensing your stress from the front room, comes to you.
“Hey mama, what’s wrong?” He questioned.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Bakugou, how am I supposed to hide this?” You shout, gesturing to your newly growing bump. It had happened so quickly after you came back, you had decided that you loved teaching and took a position in U.A. Your alpha’s were very proud of you and started to see your nurturing side coming out, then before your most recent heat you all spoke about the future and what you all wanted or had felt during the absence from each other.
All three of you came to the same idea, starting a family. You were now 5 months pregnant, 5 months of not seeing the pack, as they were finishing their own missions and you just hid away from everyone.
Bakugou smiled and made his way to you, holding you from behind, his hands resting on your growing bump, his nose tucked into his neck, breathing you in. “Well I think you look simply divine like this.” You purred in response and turned in his arms, holding his face. “I don’t feel divine, but Alpha, how are we going to hide this?” You ask, Bakugou's alpha slips through and growls, not at you but at the thought of hiding your pregnancy. “We could just tell everyone?” He whispers, kissing your hand.
“Katsuki, the pack hasn’t been a pack for three long years, we need to act as a pack first before we add this new addition, it's for the sake of the pack.” You say, looking into his eyes.
“I’ve got lots of baggy shirts. We'll manage to hide the bump but stopping Midoriya from being latched onto you, will be the real struggle.” Kirishima says from the door, turning in Bakugou arms, his hands finding your stomach again. You look at your other Alpha, his arms crossed, leaning up against the door shirtless, slightly sweaty from his work out. He looked incredibly sexy and you needed him, you needed Bakugou too. The blonde returned to your neck, kissing and biting it slightly. Kirishima tense his muscles, breathing in the air. “Damn, Omega, you see something you like.” he says, pushing off the door, making his way to you.
You feel a blush on your cheeks and try to pull away. “Not so fast.” Bakugou growls into your neck, “Yeah Omega, you need your alphas huh?” Kirishima adds, his hands touching your sides and rubbing them. “Cruel, you are both so cruel.” You say, closing your eyes, leaning on Bakugou. He bit your neck causing you to moan loudly and you grip Kirishima’s arms. Kirishima brings his lips to yours, “Oh we’ll show you how cruel we can be, right Katsuki.”
You had arrived. Lots of cars were parked outside the cabin and you stepped to the boot of your car attempting to take your bags. “No mama, I got it.” Bakugou winks, you shake your head and smooth your very baggy clothes. Kirishima puts an arm around you releasing some calming pheromones.
The front door opens and the three of you look. Denki steps forward and puts his arms out to his fellow pack mates. Hugging each alpha and then bring you in for a hug, in a panic you swerve him aiming for a side hug. “Sorry I'm not used to being around people again.” You both laugh, once upon a time in U.A. it had taken you a long time to start skinship with the pack and even though you know have no problem it now, it was the best excuse you three could come up with.
“Don’t worry Omega, that's why we are here, to be a pack again, I’ll tell everyone to give you time, don’t worry.” He pats your head and ushers you inside with your alpha’s.
Denki closes the door and keeps you behind him. “Okay, everyone listen up. I know it has been a long time since we’ve all been together and that we need to learn to be a pack again. But at this moment, Y/n is struggling with skinship. So give her and her omega time okay?” He commands the group and points at Deku. “Especially you Midoriya, give her time okay, no touchy.”
Deku points at himself and feigns being hurt by the comment but nods, he peaks around Denki and looks at you. “Don’t you worry babe, you’ll be back in my arms by the end of the day.”
Smirking at his comment, you step out and wave at everyone. Happy to see your pack back together.
Later in the evening, you were starting to feel worse. Your morning sickness manifests during the evening and you are just so tired. Feigning a headache you hid away in your room and let your alphas mingle with the group again.
A silent knock on the door, breaks your inner spiral. “Yeah?” You call out cheerfully from under the covers. Bakugou pokes his head into the room. “Oh my poor ‘mega, you doing okay?”.
Sighing, you throw the covers off yourself and glare at the blonde. “Okay, yeah, stupid question.” Bakugou sits down on the bed beside you and places his hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently. “Foods ready downstairs, everyone's asking for you.” He says quietly. Groaning, you throw a pillow over your head. “Okay, okay, I got this but I also cannot promise I won’t throw up, so you boys better cover for me.” Slipping the pillow off your head, you sit up and adjust your clothing and hold out your hand to Bakugou.
Walking hand in hand to the sitting room, your entire pack is spread across the seats. All drinking and talking. “There she is, welcome back to the land of the living.” Mina says and holds her drink to you in a nod. “Thanks Babe.” You wink at her.
Sitting on the sofa, Bakugou joins your side sitting in the middle seat - to use his body as a visual shield from everyone, just in case your top falls a certain way. Kirishima is sitting on the floor across from you, he is watching you, his eyes speaking to you asking if you are okay. Nodding you look around at everyone and join in with the conversations.
“Damn Omega, you are looking a little green, are you doing okay?” Shinso asks from one of the chairs that was dragged from another room “Me? Oh yeah, I’m all good, just not good with traveling and change of the season. You know how my allergies are, I’ll be right as rain in a few hours, ignore me.” You wave him off. “Right…. Allergies..” Midoriya says under his breath from the other side of Bakugou. You chose to ignore him.
Bakugou was plating a few pieces of meat and rice into a little bowl for you, and held a thin piece of meat in his chopsticks bringing it to your mouth. You eyes meet him in a pleading matter, you are not sure you’ll be able to keep it down. He stares at you, not letting it go. Your eyes flick to Kirishima, his holding your glaze, you can practically hear the both. You need to eat omega, keep the strength up for pebble. Sighing again you take the small piece into your mouth and chew.
Bakugou was smirking, happy that he got you to eat.
It was short lived, you could feel your mouth fill with saliva. Stopping chewing, you raised from the sofa and quickly left the room, running to your bathroom.
The Pack, all look around at each other. Kirishima and Bakugou tried to ignore what had just happened because they had no idea how to cover for you, so they continued to eat. “Shouldn’t, I don’t know, maybe one of you should go and check on her?” Todoroki asks the pair, they look at each other. “She's fine, don’t worry, just the flu, she has her meds and would hate us all worrying and putting all this good food to waste.” Kirishima replied. “Yeah, nerds dig in.” Bakugou added.
The pack paused again, looking at Denki unsure what to do. Sighing he started to eat again and everyone followed. Everyone bar the green haired one, who during his alpha’s question slipped away and followed after you and his hunch.
Throwing yourself on the floor, just in time, you throw up the very little substance that is in your body into the toilet. Taking deep breaths, you hold your stomach with one hand the other holding your head as you try to get over the sudden dizziness you feel.
Too focused on breathing you don’t sense someone entering the bathroom. “Oh my poor omega.” They whisper softly, and kneel beside you. You look up and meet Midoriya’s gaze. You try to speak but gag again and focus on the toilet. Midoriya is kneeling, taking you all in. His hand rubs up and down your back. Taking another deep breath, you feel it has passed and you reach to flush the toilet and turn to sit instead, leaning against it.
Midoriya suddenly gasps, you snap your head to his eyes and see them fill with tears. Your eyes follow his gaze, down to his hand cupping your growing stomach. In your moment of sitting normally and not really noticing Midoriya’s hand on your back, he had brought his hand to meet yours that was on your side, and your shirt had become taut against you. Exposing your little secret.
“You…. you’re…..Y/n…..” He tries to speak but tears flow from his eyes, you’re frozen again not sure what to do. There was no point in hiding it against him, he had figured it out. “Yes?” You question, looking at his outstretched hand. “Omega, you’re pregnant, dotheyknow, waitofcoursetheyknowomgthatswhytheyareactingsoweird, haveyoutoldnayoneyet, canisayhellopleasecani,waitareyouhappypleasesayuouarehappybecasueomgiamsohappyrightnow!!!!!” He exclaims, muttering while he tries to wipe his tears. Laughing, you reach forward and help to wipe his tears, “Okay, okay, I’ll answer all your questions, ask again slowly.”
Midoriya holds your hands with the biggest smile on his face.
“I’m assuming they know, so how far along?”
“Yes, they do and I am about 5 months along. You should’ve seen Katsuki when I told them, and cried all night long.”
“Does anyone else know? Why are you hiding it?”
Taking a breath to think how to answer, Midoriya squeezes your hands to ground you.
“No one… just my alpha’s and now you. We didn’t know how to tell everyone. We haven’t been a pack for such a long time and this… changes things. Denki was so excited to have Pack back together we didn’t want to drop this onto everyone so soon.”
“Oh y/n, you silly omega, regardless of us not being around each other, you being pregnant and having this little miracle is the best thing for our pack, it will definitely make us tighter, Just the other day Todoroki was mentioning about wanting some pups, Denki loved the idea of pack pups and Mina started a money pool on who will have them first.” He laughed, touching your shoulder putting you at ease.
“Yeah… I suppose you’re right.” You sniffle and look at him. His eyes flick to your stomach and he is about to say something... then stops. You already know what he is begging to ask, and he knows you know.
“You want to say hello?” You ask, guiding his hand towards your stomach to where the baby is kicking. “It’s not super strong yet but you should be able to feel them.” Midoriya gasps, tears welling again, and pulls you close, holding you tightly and instinctively nuzzling your scent.
A cough at the door, breaks the two of you apart. “Dammit Deku!” Bakugou snapped, “You just couldn’t wait could you.” Midoriya bats his legs as he steps into the bathroom. Bakugou ignores the other omega and reaches down, lifting you effortlessly from the floor. “Come on, to bed.”
Bakugou carries you to bed, pulling the covers back and just before he tucks you in, the blonde looks over his shoulder to Midoriya. “Come on, get in. There is no point in pretending now, you want to and so does sh-” Before Bakugou could finish Midoriya was across the room and dived under the covers, pulling you in for cuddles. Laughing Bakugou tucks in the omegas and leaves the room. The pair chatting about baby names, scenting, and occasionally purring.
Bakugou re-entered the sitting room and met Kirishima's eyes, he nodded. Kirishima released the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Oi. Icy-hot” Bakugou shouted and took a sip of his beer. Todoroki broke from his conversation with Sero and looked at him.
“Don’t forget to get your omega out of my bed when you head up, get it. There’s no way I’m sleeping in the same bed as him again.” Bakugou smirked. Todoroki just nodde. “Yeah, no problem I’ll go up soon to get him - don’t want him to smell like your ashy ass anyway.” A chorus of Ohhs and laughter could be heard from around the room and Bakugou threw the pillow beside him at the other alpha.
Denki smiled as the room fell back into conversation. This was exactly what his alpha needed--the pack,together and happy. His thoughts drifted to the two omega’s upstairs curled around each other. Denki knew you well enough, he had seen you once or twice since you came back from your year's mission. He knew what your travel sickness was like and he knew what your allergies were like. He was a very attentive pack Alpha, whatever was currently happening with you he was excited. Denki had a hunch, that brought so much joy to his alpha.
You awoke the next morning, your body feeling heavy but your heart so full as you looked at both your alphas snuggled into you. Both their hands resting on your stomach. Feeling hungry without a second feeling of sickness, your omega wanted to cook breakfast for everyone. With a new mission settling into your head you carefully exited the arms of the alpha’s and made your way into the kitchen.
You opened the fridge to find piles of bacon, egg and sausages. Breakfast would be a fry up of course, with freshly baked blueberry muffins on the side– the little pup growing inside you had decided.
Lost in a world of your own, you did not notice Denki slipping quietly behind you as you mixed the blueberries into the muffin batter. A soft clearing of his throat made you jump. You spun on your heels to face him startled. “Ah, morning Denki, you scared me half to death.” He smiled.
“Morning, omega. How are you feeling?” Denki leaned against the countertop, watching you work. “Same old, same old, nothing too crazy at this hour of the morning.” You smiled at the alpha. He hummed and continued to watch you work. “Breakfast won't be for a little bit still, coffee?” You say and slightly turn your body away from him, as he seems to be looking at you with a raised brow.
“I’m happy to wait, gosh you must miss having your morning coffee, what was it two before 11am?.” He replies and starts to take a cup from the cupboard and pours himself some coffee for the brewed pot.
“Yeah, every damn day, I have to settle for tea or sometimes just hot water and mint leaves.” You reply again, and start to separate the batter into the separate muffin containers, your mind drifting to a hot cup of coffee that you longed to have.
“How are you finding that by the way, but hey I can’t imagine you have much longer to go though right?” Denki asks and brings his cup to his lips.
“Yeah, not too long now, about 5 months till they are here.” Your hand finds its way to your stomach and your omega starts to purr. As the silence settles between the two of you, you smile at the thought of your pup. Suddenly the conversation replays in your head and and quickly you spin and point your battered spoon at the already grinning alpha.
“YOU KNOW!” You exclaim.
“Of course I know. Did you really think you could keep this away from me? I’m not just a pretty face,” he jokes, placing his cup down and opening his arms to you. “Ugh, I can’t believe you know, how’d you figure it out.” Placing the spoon down you, quickly make your way into the open arms of Denki.
“Well… even though I am all Knowledge and Power, I’ve been around pregnant omegas before. I have nieces and nephews, and as pack alpha, you can just sense these things–you smell sweeter; more vanilla than usual. The rest will pick up eventually but for now…. can I just say how happy I am for you and your alphas.” Denki says and kisses the top of your head. “Thanks Denks.” You whisper and bury your head into his chest. Tears start to fall from your eyes and sob quietly leaves your lips.
“Awh, come on now don’t cry.” He says and rubs up and down your arms.
“Jesus, Sparkplug, you set her off again.” Bakugou said, stepping into the kitchen. You peek out from Denki’s arms, glaring at your alpha. “Not my fault, you mess up my hormones.”
“Yeah, yeah, my fault again.” He shakes his head and makes his way over to you kissing your head and moves to make himself a coffee and ultimately takes over the cooking. “Big red still asleep?” Denki asks, looking to the ground and frowns. “What do you think?” Bakugou replies, focusing on cracking some eggs into a bowl. “Yeah, there’s just no waking him, he’ll smell the food eventually as will the others.” You add.
Denki moves his hands to your sides and places them on your hips; moving you so your back is against the countertop. In a quick motion the alpha picks you up and places you on the countertop. Denki leaves the room without a word and you look at Bakugou, who looks down to the ground, shakes his head and continues to cook.
Denki comes back shortly afterwards holding a pair of fluffy socks in his hands. Coming back over to you, he takes your bare foot in his hands and brushes the bottom of them, pulling a pair of fluffy socks over them, then quickly rubs the bottom to warm them up. Denki steps back and takes his cup of coffee again, looking up at you. Bakugou had stopped cooking and looked at the other blonde, you raised your eyebrow at him. “What? You shouldn’t walk around barefoot, it's cold and not good for the pup.” He replies, not really thinking much of it.
“Are you going to be like this the whole time?” Bakugou asks, turning back to the cooking. “It is my responsibility to take care of the members of our pack, including the new secret membe—” Denki tried to say but was cut off by a loud large red mass. “Secret members? What secret members? The only secret member teams I know are teenage mutant ninja turtles.” Kirishima makes his way over to you and kisses you, deciding to take a spot between you and Denki in a way to block your full view from him. “It’s okay babe, he knows.” You say rubbing his arm. “He knows what?” Kirishima asks. “I know about it, Kirishima.”
“Oohh, Denki knows.” Midoriya says as he enters the kitchen. “Wait, you know too that Y/n is?” Denki asks Midoriya. “Knows wha- OW! kATSUKI.” Kirishima exclaims, as looks at Bakugou who had just thrown a cooked sausage at his head. “Stop playing dumb, you know fully well what he is referring to.”
“That y/n is pregnant? Yeah, I actually figured it out a few weeks ago but last night she told me, how'd you figure it out.” Midoriya replied to Denki’s question. “Wait y/n, you’re pregnant?” Kirishima exclaims, holding his chest in shock. “EIJIROU!?” Bakugou shouts at the red head, pointing his spoon at him once more. “Unless you want to wear your breakfast I suggest you stop.”
“That she's pregnant?” Denki asks Midoriya. “Hold on, y/n you're pregnant?” Sero asks as he enters the kitchen. All heads turn to look at the newcomer to the kitchen. “What? You are all speaking very loudly?”
“Yeah, is this supposed to be secret cause I could smell it on her last night, I just didn’t say anything.” Shinso spoke up from the corner. Laughing, you put your head on Kirishima's shoulder and looked out at your pack as the rest slowly trickled into the kitchen and all argued on how they all figured it out.
“So much for hiding huh?” Bakugou whispers to you and pulls you into his side. “You are still more than welcome to keep wearing my tops, I think you look pretty sexy in them.” Kirishima says and kisses your shoulder.
Bakugou picks you up off the countertop and walks to the kitchen table, placing you in a set.
“Kats, can you take the muffins out?” you ask. He nods and continues his job on getting the breakfast to the table. Midoriya slots into the seat beside you and pulls your chair closely to his. His head rests on your shoulder, his arm finding its way around your waist. “So everyone knows?”
You smile and look out at them all, “Yep, everyone knows.”
As Bakugou fills the table with plates of food, Todoroki puts plates in front of everyone. Mina ushers the pack to sit. Shinso puts glasses of juice in front of everyone. Everyone works in harmony with each other. “So just saying, as pack alpha, I feel you should name the pup; Denki for a boy or Denka for a girl.”
“That’s an awful name for a pup” Midoriya replies, sticking out his tongue at the alpha.
“I agree, terrible choice.” Shinso adds.
Tucked into Midoriya side you watch the pack all argue on what names are good and what names are terrible. Your omega starts to purr again at the love they are feeling around the table.
A fork enters your vision and you turn. Kirishima is leaning across the table and holding it out for you to take a bite of the bacon. You chuckle and just as you are about to take a bite, another fork enters your peripheral vision with a bit of sausage on the end, you look to see Bakugou who is sitting beside you holding it out for you to take. “Oi nerd, eat up will you.”
“Yeah, yeah I will.” you reply, as both alphas wait patiently for you to choose their offering. You reach for the muffin in front of you, breaking a piece off and place it in your mouth. Using your other hand you push the forks back to them. “Tck, sweet tooth as always.” Bakugou shakes his head. “You need protein too mama.” Kirishima adds, piling the meat onto your plate.
“Don’t forget the vitamins.” Midoriya adds and places a glass of fresh juice in front of you. “Oi, Don’t you start too.” You reply back, nudging your fellow omega.
“You know I’m almost jealous of all this attention you are getting.” Midoriya huffs beside you. “Oh don’t you worry, by the way Shouta keeps looking at me, I think you won’t be too far along behind me, what is it now? 2 weeks till your next heat.” You whisper and wink at your fellow omega.
Midoriya’s head shoots to his alpha’s down the table who is watching yous the entire time, “Don’t even think about it mister, not happening…. Well not yet.” Midoriya exclaimed and pointed his fork at his alpha.
A/N: Hey guys, little cute one here, tried something different with this, so I hope it worked! The next fic I have coming out for this idol series is a very heavy one, so I wanted to break it all up.
This is another part of the Idol!AU, as I have mentioned before this is not a continuation of the other Idol fic I have, they are all stand alones.
Summary: You and Bakugou were trainee's together. He debut in NextGen, you became an actress. You were both the alpha/omega 'IT' couple, but what happens when media trained Bakugou lets a big secret slip.
TAGLIST
MASTERLIST
Idol group - Mixed gendered and mixed 2nd gendered group called NextGen
Members - Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Mina, Midoriya, Todoroki.
Company they belong to - U.A Entertainment
Fan name - Nexus
Bakugou - Alpha - Debut with NextGen
Kirishima - Alpha - Debut with NextGen
Denki - Alpha - Debut with NextGen
Todoroki - Alpha - Debut with NextGen
Mina - Omega - Debut with NextGen
Midoriya - Omega - Debut with NextGen
Reader - Omega - Trainee > Actor
Jirou - Beta - Trainee > Producer
All seven members of NextGen were sitting in the broadcast studio, a sea of fans in front of them and the interviewer to the right. Three members sat in the front while the other four were perched on stools behind them. Bakugou sat closest to the interviewer.
The studio lights were too bright, baking into his shoulders, the leather in their comeback outfits making him even hotter. It irritated his alpha, already restless from the crowds.
Rolling his shoulders back he tried to put on a professional front. Denki waved and winked at Nexus’ when he could, making Bakugou roll his eyes. What an idiot.
Bakugou could feel the turn in the questions. It always happened, always went down this route.
“NextGen has been active for 10 years now, congratulations by the way,” He spoke, nodding to the group. “And Bakugou, you are one of the very few idols that date openly, your fans talk about how rare that is, how did this come about?”
The crowd reacted with a cheer and a faint “Mom and Dad.” could be heard shouted from the back.
Bakugou didn’t respond straight away, his gaze flitched to Kirishima. A flash of frustration poked through, Kirishima smiled knowing the alpha was fed up with these questions.
“UA. Entertainment took a gamble. It paid off, simple.”
The interviewer blinked, forcing a smile, clearly hoping for more.
Taking a breath, he continued. “Me and Y/N we were trainees together. From day one. Back in the UA Kidz days, she was always there in the background, in the videos, dance practices, behind the scene vlogs. Fans loved seeing us together. They shipped it.”
Mina snorted from behind him, “She roomed with Mina and Midoirya at the time. When we debuted as seven, she started acting. Figured out what she wanted and that was that.” Bakugou rolled his shoulders again.
“She stayed as one of our main dancers.”
Todoroki swallowed his chuckle, Kirishima didn’t. “Well, that’s a polite way to put it, he straight up refused to dance his solos with anyone else.”
The crowd erupted. Denki leaned forward toward a mic, “He was very dramatic about it.”
Bakugou's eyes snapped to the alphas to scowl at them, “Yeah, she’d been my mate since training, why would I want to be near another omega?” He muttered.
“She toured with us, about four years after our debut we head this big world tour, it kicked off in the US… that damn tour.” His tone darkened.
“She wasn’t there because of a top secret film she was in. Fans freaked out, thinking we had an argument that she left me. My rating tanked, and with that NextGen too.”
The interviewer raised his eyebrow, “So what happened?”
“Management gave us the green light to announce our relationship publicity. Protected NextGen, but more importantly it protected Y/N.” He glanced at the crowd as they cheered.
“Fans loved it.” Cheers echoed across the room.
“Now, it seems you are the ‘IT’ alpha-omega couple out there, how do you do it?.” The interviewer continued.
Bakugou hesitated for a moment, then answered “We’re happy, genuinely. Been together eight years now, best eight years of my life. My advice for fellow alphas out there, ignore the primal stuff that calls to you all the time and make your omega feel seen, respected.”
The interviewer smiled, “Before we move on, Nexus have prepared something and wanted us to show you.” Bakugou's eyes narrowed and NextGen looked at the monitor just behind the camera.
A montage began. Grainy trainee-era footage started to play. It was UA Kidz, you were all barely teens. You stood off to the side of the old practice room, hair pulled back, clapping your hands to the beats of the song.
“Midoriya breathe, You’re rushing again.”
Midoriya sat on the floor, frustrated, rubbing his ears. Bakugou stood nearby pacing like a wild animal. You crouched beside him, handing him water.
Cut
Mina was laughing hard, half collapsed in your shoulder while you fixed her mic pack. “Mom, tell Dad to stop yelling. “I am not yelling.” Bakugou shouted from off camera.
Cut
You stood in the dorms, checking the schedules taped to the wall, reminding everyone of call times for the following day. Everyone replied, Bakugou called out, “What about my call time.”
“Not happening blasty, you need to ice that ankle more, no call time for you tomorrow.” You replied, hands on your hips still looking at the wall. “I can still dance.” He replied, slowly you turned looking at Bakugou, your eyes squinting and you took in a deep breath. “Okay, okay, jeez I’ll rest tomorrow.”
Cut
Denki was half asleep on a couch in the old dorms, you walked over, placing your jacket over him and Bakugou stood in front of Todoroki adjusting his tie. “Stand up straight.” You whisper to todoroki as you pass.
Kirishima’s voice echoed off camera, “You are literally raising us, we are your children.”
Midoriya’s voice added, “Uh, mom and dad.”
Bakugou scoffed and turned to them, “Shut up.”
Cut
A staff member asked from behind the camera, “Who keeps everyone in line?”
Bakugou turned his head looking at you, “Her.” he answered.
You froze, “What?”
“You do,” Bakugou brushed your arm with his, “I just scare them.”
More moments continued to play out of your time with UA Kidz and eventually NextGen.
You handing Bakugou a towel without him asking.
You fighting with staff quietly on NextGen’s behalf.
You rubbing his back tenderly so he doesn’t explode.
Bakugou makes his way towards you at every moment, positioning himself near you always.
One of the last moments that played was you and Bakugou on one of the sofas in the training room, you had fallen asleep and rested your head on his shoulder. Bakugou let you rest and tucked himself around you. The rest of NextGen brusted into the room and Bakugou hushed them so they would not wake you.
All these hidden moments, all these years compiled into one. It made Bakugou miss you more, having you around him all time as a dancer. He shifted in his seat. His alpha stirred uneasily, too exposed.
The crowd were watching the video and him, it made him feel exposed for the first time in a long time. Being an idol, he knew how to protect himself and only allow people to see what he wanted them to see, but watching that video back he never realised how much the camera in the early days picked up, every instinct, every pull he felt.
Midoriya, who was sitting behind Bakugou, leaned forward and rubbed his shoulder. The girls squealed in excitement. “The fans often call you both, Mom and Dad, looking back, why do you think your dynamic worked so well?”
Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but closed it shortly afterwards. His eyes flicked to the crowd, to a spot that you would normally be standing in but you're not there. You are at home, watching him, while he is far away doing a comeback tour.
“Well it’s because y/n…” He cleared his throat sitting up more straight, “Because my wife always knew how to ground us, how to hold us together.”
Bakugou’s voice got caught in his throat. The microphone, the cameras, the fans had picked it up. Dead silence.
“Your…wife?” The interviewer questioned, his eyes widened. Kirishima put his hand to his mouth trying to hold back a laugh. Midoriya’s hand smacked his shoulder. Mina winced and looked away. Todoroki’s eyes shot to the roof. Denki instantly grinned. The room erupted in cheer. Bakugou lent back and put his hand over his eyes. Fuck
The audience erupted, Bakugou hearts pounded, he realised what he had just said. The secret you have both kept for four years, gone in an instant. All he could think about was you at home probably losing your mind.
You were currently at home, phone propped up watching as Bakugou froze onscreen, his eyes wide, jaw tight. Your eyes went wide too looking down at your dog, Zero, “Did he just…?”
You could hear Denki’s voice cut through the chaos, making a joke about it but you couldn’t help but collapse on the couch in laughter. Eight years of strict discipline, four years of careful wording and secrecy. Gone in an instant, on national tv.
Your phone began to buzz instantly, messages and comments flooding in from your socials. On screen you watched as Bakugou rubbed his hand down his face and slowly exhaled and looked into the camera and smiled, accepting his fate. As you read through all the comments.
#BakugouCallsY/NWife
“EIGHT YEARS TOGETHER??? HOW MANY WERE THEY MARRIED FOR?”
“Bakugou finally called her wifey :’)”
#AlphasBeingSimpsForOmegas
“Get you a man like him, my god!”
“OMG MOM AND DAD ARE MARRIED”
#NextGenPowerCouple
“They survived trainee hell together, of course they are married, trauma bonded!
#BakugouSpoilers
“DID HE JUST? BAKUGOU OMGGGGGGGGG
Meanwhile the moment the cameras were off, Bakugou stormed into the green room.
“Fuck,” He shouted to no one in particular.
“Well man, that’s one way to announce your marriage.” Kirishima said, not lifting his head from his phone. Bakugou glared at him as he placed his hands on his hips. “It's kinda…. Iconic.” Mina added, patting him on the shoulder.
NextGen’s manager approached him, expression tight but not angry. “You meant it,” She asked. Bakugou didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, leave it, ‘bout time.” The manager nodded and left the green room already planning the release of a statement to handle or press and liaise with your agency.
“She okay?” Todoroki asked the room. Bakugou looked at Todoroki then down at his phone. “She’s laughing.” He said.
Denki paused, “Wait? She posted!” he exclaimed.
All the members gathered around his phone. During Bakugou’s spiral and you had snapped a photo and uploaded it to your social media. It was your hand with both your engagement and wedding ring on, your hand placed on top of zero’s head with Bakugou's interview in the background with the caption, “My Husband is a dork, never been happier. #10846 #OmegaWins”
Kirishima laughed and patted his friend's shoulder, one by one they all left Bakugou staring at his phone. A text came in, it was a picture of you laughing with the caption. “I can’t believe Mr. Serious messed up.”
Bakugou replied instantly, “I hate you.”
Another text came in. “Love you too.”
Bakugou stared at the screen for a moment longer. His alpha preening at the casualness of you posting the rings online. The quiet way you claimed him publicly. He huffed, opening his own account. Bakugou rarely posted outside of NextGen things, nothing ever personal. He used this account for promotions, comeback teasers and performance clips.
This was different, maybe it was because he was missing you and how your scent lingered on him or maybe it was because the world finally knew the secret you both had been keeping.
Backugou scrolled through his camera roll and stopped on a photo he had taken. It was a photo he had taken just after you had gotten engaged. You were asleep in his lap, curled into his side. His hoodie draped over you, your hand resting on him, rings on proud display. It was domestic and quiet, it was your life together.
He hovered for a moment, thinking if he wanted to share this moment with Nexus. He hit post, no filter or edits just the photo and his captions, “She said yes, then drooled on me.”
The reactions from fans were instant, notifications exploded, comments came flying in. Bakuogu went to lock his phone but received a text.
“I DO NOT DROOL.”
Bakugou chuckled to himself, “I have the stains to prove it.”
His phone buzzed again, “Wow, can’t believe you outed me on main.”
He thought for a moment, normally Bakuogu would reply back and tease you so much, but something soft settled over him. Looking at the photo again, he opened your messages. “Miss you wifey.”
Three dots appeared quickly, your final message coming in. “Miss you too Husband, Hurry up and come home to me x”
The red carpet was chaotic. It was a swirl of glittering gowns and tuxedoes. Paparazzi shouting, their camera flashes lighting up the whole night. The air was thick of nerves, perfume, excitement, too many scents layered over one another. Bakugou hated it, he always had.
He stepped out of the car first, immediately scanning the area. His alpha sharpened, eyes tracking over all movement. He then turned, extending his hand to you.
Bakugou helped your hand tightly, but the moment your fingers curled around his, his scent deepened. His thumb brushed across your knuckles.
You stepped onto the carpet together. The crowds screams getting louder, phones lifted, reporters surges forward.
For the first time Y/n and Bakugou attended a major event as an openly married couple, no rumors, no speculation, but finally as married alpha and omega.
Your smile was bright, but Bakugou felt your nerves in his grip. “I’ve got you.” He whispered to you, looking up at him you winked. “I know.”
“Y/n, Y/N, Congratulations on the Oscar nomination!” A reporter called out, microphone extended to you “How does it feel to finally get this recognition?”
You step forward slightly, Bakugou moving with you automatically, half a step behind, one hand resting on your lower back.
“Thank you, it feels so surreal. From my trainee days to this. I could never have imagined it.”
Another reporter jumped in, seeing Bakugou behind you. “And your Husband, he’s been by your side all this time but how does it feel finally attending one of these together officially?”
Bakugou twitched at the questions but cleared his throat stepping in to answer. His alpha preening slightly at the word Husband. “Proud, Always.” Bakugou held his hand on your back and turned you away from them before more questions could be asked about your relationship.
More reporters shouted from the crowds.
“Was the reveal planned?”
“How long have you been married?”
“Having an actor, Omega, as a wife, does this cause issues?”
“Are you starting a family?”
“How many kits do you want?"
Your scent shifted slightly, not in distress but tense. Bakugou immediately stepped closer, his shoulder brushing yours. His scent wrapped around you, more deliberately giving a strong message to those around you to back off.
Mina watched from further down the carpet, immediately softened, Midroiya too, Both their omega instincts calming at the signal.
Inside the press line, the flashes continued. You stepped to the main photo area posing together. Bakugou’s hand rested at your waist, thumb unconsciously rubbing circles on your back.
A photographer called out.
“Bakugou look at your omega.”
He rolled his eyes but posed as they asked. Your smile widened.
“Y/n beautiful, Look up at your husband.” Bakugou’s expressions soften lightly.
As you moved to the press interview area, the band appeared from the opposite side. Kirishima clapped Bakugou on the shoulder. Denki wiggles his eyebrows.
Midoriya stepped closer to you, his nose tucked into your neck, “You look amazing.”
“Thank you, as do you.” You hugged him back.
Camera flashes continued, fans watching the red carpet life erupted online. News outlets reported on everything.
Bakugou Calls Y/n His Wife: Alpha/Omega Power Couple Breaks the Internet.
POWER COUPLE OR PR NIGHTMARE?
Oscar Night Couple Goals: NextGen’s Bakugou delights at Omega Y/n on red carpet
Omega Royalty Y/n Dazzles Carpet as Knight Bakugou Protects.
Should Idol’s be allowed to date? A look into other married couples in the industry.
Eight Years Strong: Everything We Know About the Secret Relationship Between Bakugou and Y/N.
ALPHA IDOL’S OSCAR APPEARANCE CONFIRMS MARRIAGE.
NextGen were about to head into another Press conference and he could tell this was going to be brutal. There was a constant push on questions about his life with you.
“How long have you been married?”
“Why did you keep it a secret?”
“When are you expecting a kits”
Bakugou’s jaw locked tighter before he could snap, Denki leaned into the mic and spoke first. “Okay but can we just talk about how talented y/n is? like hello? The youngest Omega to be nominated as a female lead? Y/n is well able to survive without him but lets do a quick poll. Does anyone here think Bakugou would survive without her? Look at him?”
Laughter rippled across the room, Bakguou shot a look at Denki but he only winked in response. Another reporter spoke again. “Bakugou, do you regret saying my wife on live television?”
Bakugou replied instantly, “NO.”
The room froze for a moment, everyone could tell the alpha was getting angry. “She is MY WIFE,” his voice was rough but steady, “Has been for years, I’m not apologizing for that. Stop asking about my marriage, my omega, my life, Nexus know I am private about my relationship and have been respectful since day one, this is something you media people need to learn.” Bakugou stood quickly and left the stage.
Later that night, you watched it all with feet tucked under Bakugou’s thigh, scrolling through all the memes, edits, and comments.
“They are calling you Husband of the year,” You say, head resting on the side of the couch looking at him. “Tck, I yelled at a camera,” He sighs, his head mimicking yours.
“They are saying you were protecting your pack, your omega.” You giggle.
“Media training gone, out the window.” He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.
“Kats, you never paid attention to those lessons.” You teased, leaning forward, bringing your lips to his.
“tck, nerd.” He whispered back, kissing you.
The arena was electric, Fans screamed and NextGen moved insync, sharp movements. An unstoppable force.
Bakugou was center stage, every moment precise and commanding. As the lights dipped during his solo, Midoriya was supposed to run to him from behind, launching himself at the Alpha’s back. Originally this was yours and Bakugous dance but had been altered after all these years.
Bakugou could tell there was a shift in the energy tonight and as he turned to kneel on the ground, he noticed something in the wings of the stage.
As the beat changed, Bakugou spun and caught the omega in his arms but it wasn’t Midoriya. It was you, his wife. You were back from your long shoot from abroad and in his arms, dancing again.
“Wait, is that?” Denki murmured into his headset from the side stage. “Yep, messaged me yesterday,” Midoriya replied. Mina stopped mid-step, a smile spreading across her face.
The rest of NextGen made their way on stage, immediately breaking into the next song and choreo. The camera picked you up instantly, fancams zoomed in, fans screaming louder. The Internet already exploding.
Bakugou’s eyes widened the moment he saw you, partly with surprise but also with something deeper. A protective tension snapped over him. What no one knew was behind the perfect spin and synchroised choreo, was a tiny bump hidden beneath your loose clothing. The secret you both had been keeping and planned to keep. Laughing, you synced with the background dancers. Perfectly in rhythm.
Every hand off, every spin, every shared glance now carried extra weight between you two. The audience has no idea, but to Bakugou it wasn’t just precise choreo, it was all about keeping you safe, both of you. “You’re ridiculous.” He muttered as he passed you, “You’re supposed to stay focused.” You tease back, matching his step perfectly.
“Focus on what? My beautiful omega is here, nothing else is important.” You laughed softly, his shoulder gently bumping yours as you moved in sync. “Just gotta relive the old days for a moment before...” You reply, looking down. Bakugou sang into his headpiece, letting a large grin spread across his face.
For a moment, everything outside the circle you dance around each other melted away. There were no screaming fans, flashing cameras, or thousands of phones. It was just you two, like the old trainee days. When the song ended, you took your finale bow, the bow you never took all those years ago.
The arena noise echoed faintly throughout the hallway as the door clicked shit behind you. Silence. Bakugou’s alpha settled immediately now that you were both alone. The tension he held since you were on stage together dropped, his scent deepening. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, his hand slipped to your hip, thumb brushing over the fabric hiding the small bump beneath.
Hair damp with sweat, eye makeup slightly smeared, Adrenaline buzzing under your skin. “You’re insane Mama, you shouldn’t be dancing like that.” he said, smirking as he took a seat. “And sneaking onstage like that, what would’ve happened if I didn’t catch you?”
“I was careful and you caught me, like always.” You made your way to his lap, sitting, placing your legs on either side of his thighs. “You nearly screwed up your own choreo though.” You laugh, leaning forward placing a quick peck on his nose. He growled playfully, bringing his hands to your hips squeezing them gently. “Does anyone know?” He asked,
“No, just us. I just got back from shooting, haven’t seen the pack yet.” You replied, Bakugou’s scent deepened again, much softer now but possessiveness and pride mixing in.
Pecking his nose again. Bakugou leaned closer, pulling you to him, his head resting on your chest. “I love that, all these years and you still show me up.”
“Ack, you’d be lost without me.” Bakugou smirked, pulling back to look at you leaving one hand on your waist, the other coming to your front, placing it on your little bump. “Yeah…. Probably.”
A knock, sounded from the food. Both of you froze. Bakugou’s hand slipped away from your bump, his body shifting, placing himself in front of you, as you climbed off his lap. The knock came again. “Helllllloooo? Are you two alive in there?” Mina’s voice followed.
For a moment you both locked eyes with one another, knowing the secret was about to no longer be a secret. “Come in.” Bakugou exhaled.
Mina stepped in and immediately froze. Her omega instincts hit first. Her nose twitched, her eyes flicked to you, then narrowed. Her gaze then snapped to Bakugou’s then back to you.
“Why does it smell like mil…” She started but stopped mid sentence. Her eyes dropped to your stomach, then back up to you. Her eyes widened, Bakugou tensed and held his hand out to stop her. “OH MY GOD.”
Her hand trembled, tears filled her eyes. She took one step forward, breathing you in again, her omega instinct now screaming. The protective smell of an alpha around you with the underlying sweetness beneath it all, milk and vanilla.
“You’re…” She tried to start. Bakugou moved forward to stop her from shouting. “PREGNANT?!”
Mina launched herself at you, holding you tightly scenting you. Tears filled both your eyes. Bakugou threw his hands up and sighed. The hallway was quiet for a moment and then it wasn’t. Then three alphas scents hit all at once. Kirishima entered first, then Denki and then Todoroki.
“What happened?” Kirishima asked quickly, looking around the room. “Why are you screaming?” Denki asks, staring at Mina.
The alpha’s sniffed the air, “Why does it smell like kits…” Todoroki tried to say but was shoved out of the way by Midoriya. His omega instincts flaring from the moment you walked on stage. He reached for you instantly, taking you from Mina.
Denki’s eyes widened, “No way.”
Kirishima blinked and looked at Bakugou smiling, “No way bro!”
Midoriya’s eyes immediately watered, pulling back to look at you. You nodded slowly. “Three months.”
Denki closed the door, no one outside of the pack deserves to know yet. Todoroki lowered his voice. “...You threw yourself at him on stage and danced?”
Bakugou growled, “She’s not dancing again like that.” You chuckle and bat at his arm. Midoriya looked you over, assessing you. “Oh my god, you’re really having a baby, a kit!”
Mina wiped her eyes, holding her hand to her chest. Kirishima walked over to her, placing an arm around her. “You two are insane, secretly married and secretly pregnant.”
Bakugou groaned, “I hate this pack.” You lean towards him, Bakugou taking you into his arms again, a hand rested carefully on your stomach, His alpha settling.
Ten years of knowing each other, eight years mated, four years married, all the training, touring, rumors and chaos all lead to this moment. No one said it out loud, but the room had shifted. You weren’t just bandmates. You were pack and there was a new member coming.
You had to leave, it was the only option. There was something very wrong with Midoriya, he wasn’t himself. He had not been the same since you and him were captured by the league of villains in the badlands. Bakugou had saved you, but since that day Midoriya had been off, at first you thought it was the stress of being captured but then as the weeks went on something still wasn’t right. You sneaked into his royal chambers one evening to try and find the answers you were looking for but it came up useless. All you knew was that he was not your brother and something was very wrong. That this leader, this midoriya before you was not him. Midoriya had caught you in his chambers and told you that if you were caught poking around again or doubting him, you would be stripped of your ranking, killed and another Omega would be found to mate with Bakugou and mother your children, once your children came of age they would be married off.
You can remember it clearly the day you left. You kissed Bakugou on the cheek, the alpha had stirred in his sleep but you lured him back. You snuck into your kits room and said goodbye. As you left the kingdom your heart broke in two. You knew deep down it would hurt Bakugou but you also knew that once you came back with answers he would forgive you or so you thought.
It had been many moons since you had been home, but you found what you needed. Enlisting the help of the Todoroki tribe, all you needed was your Alpha’s help. Making your way through the kingdom you enter your old home and nest. It is cold and dark, your omega starts to panic.
Frantically you search the house, all personal belongings are gone, all scents in the air stale. Throwing the glass bottles that were left behind on the table, the loud smash and your scream could be heard for miles. Hearing armed guards outside the room, you decided to keep your head down and confront the so-called leader.
The guards grabbed you harshly, slapping iron chains around your wrists, dragging you to your feet. There was chaos in the tribe, all caused by your return you had gathered. While being dragged into the main dais hall you noticed Bakugou in the crowd. His eyes softened when he saw you and for a split second joy filled his soul until he remembered and you could see anger radiate from him.
You were thrown on the ground, all you could see was a pair of feet. A hand grabbed your hair forcing you to look up. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Midoriya says to the crowd and throws you to the ground again.
“If I am not mistaken, you are a deserter.” he kicks you in the back, you scream out.
“I am no deserter, I am loyal to my kin and tribe.” You say proudly. “Oh? So you did not turn your back on your family, 2 years ago and make an alliance with the Todoroki tribe? All you omega’s are the same, what? Bakugou is not alpha enough for you anymore.” Midoriya says again, whispering amongst the crowd continues. You make a side eye at Midoriya. “I did what I must to protect this tribe from the evil that infests it.” You spit in Midoriya’s face. Opting to ignore his comment towards you.
“I have heard enough, you are no kin of mine. Banishment will not keep you away, the only opinion is death, guards bring her to the dungeons, she will be killed at sunrise.” Midoriya says, taking his dias once again. There's a hushed horror in the crowd, a small whimper leaves your throat. Behind you, you could hear someone forcing their way through the crowd.
“LET ME PASS.” Bakugou shouts at the guards. They look at Midoriya, he nods. Bakugou makes his way to you and grabs you by the scruff of your hair, you whimper at his touch. “My lord, she is my omega, she abandoned me and our two kits, although she is your kin, by law she is mine to punish.” Bakugou states, puffing his chest out like a warning to his leader.
Midoriya drops his head to the side, “I’ll allow it, guards remove her chains, if she steps one more toe out of line Bakugou, kin or not, she will die by my sword.” Bakugou nods and the guards release you from your binds. He drags to your feets and pushes you through the crowd. Tears form in your eyes.
Bakugou directs you to an unfamiliar building, you look back at him and he nods for you to enter. It smells like him, smells like home. “Katsuki, the kits, where are they, please tell me they are safe?” You question. Bakugou rolls his eyes, “You got a lot of nerve coming back and asking for things you know that right.” You look to the ground, “they are with my mother, when I heard you were spotted I asked her to take them, and before you ask no, you can’t see them, not until I am certain you won’t hurt them again.”
Your eyes shoot to him, “WHY NOT, THEY ARE MINE.”
“DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME OMEGA, HAVE I NOT DONE EVERYTHING THAT WAS ASKED OF ME, YOU DISAPPEAR, LEAVE US THREE ALONE, NOT KNOWING IF YOU WERE ALIVE OR DEAD FOR TWO YEARS Y/N, TWO YEARS.” He shouted at you, you recoiled a small bit, locking your eyes to him you can see emotions and all the pain you've caused him.
“I’m sorry, it was the only way to protect you all from Izuku.” Saying quietly as you get to your knees. “Izuku? What’s he got to do with this?” Bakugou asks. “I believe the Izuku we have here is the imposter.”
“NO, y/n not this again.” Bakugou begins to leave. “WAIT WAIT KATS PLEASE, I HAVE PROOF.” The blonde alpha stops in his tracks, he looks over his shoulder at you, “what proof?”
“I made my way to Toshinori, he trained you both when you were young, I told him my concerns that the Izuku we have here is a fake somehow and he was able to get me an audience with Todoroki tribe, more importantly, Prince Shouta, who has been leading a task force of spies in and out of the badlands.” You explain, Bakugou turns fully and crosses his arms over each other. “-one of his most trusted spies, Keigo Takami, said reports of a shapeshift wearing the skin of a prisoner, that the league had infiltrated one of the great houses. I went to every great house in the kingdom and all check out bar our own, With the help of Mage Aizawa I found where they were keeping this prisoner, it's the same place you freed me from Kats, I think Izuku is still there, that we were all fooled.”
Bakugou narrows his eyes at you, “Why did you leave in the first place, why come back now?”
Taking a breath you look up at your alpha, “He found me poking around Kats, he threatened the kits and said he’ll kill me, and marry you off to someone, my own brother has tried to kill me twice now? It does not make sense!”
Bakugou places his hand under your chin and pulls you forward. At first your kiss was soft and full of love but then it became faster and full of longing. You moan against him, Bakugou guides you to the nest and picks you up, placing you down, and climbs on top, caging you between his strong arms as if you disappear from him again. You break from the kiss and say to him, “I’m so sorry for leaving.”
Anger starts to radiate from the alpha, “He dare threaten my wife and kits!” Bakugou turns to the door to challenge his leader, throwing yourself at him he stops. “This is why I could not tell you, it is not safe and you would do something you could never take back if I was wrong. I did this all to protect you, I am back because we found Izuku and I was right, and I need my strong alpha, I knew you would be upset with me but I also know you Katsuki.” You say placing your head on the middle of his back.
Bakugou’s breath evens out and he spins in your arms, wrapping his around you and purrs. You're shocked by this, and purr back. “My strong omega, keeping us all so safe, I believe you.” You breathe him in deeply. Tears fill your eyes as you hold him tighter. It has been so long since you and your husband have been like this. “How are they?” you ask lowly. Tears falling from your eyes, You pull back, just enough to look up at him, he brings a hand to your face wiping them away. “They are doing great, they just miss their mother.”
Bakugou shushes you again, his lips leave yours and makes his way down your neck, instantly finding your mating mark and kissing it, instantly making you melt under his touch. His hands work quickly to undo your shirt, and down to your pants, in turn you unbutton his shirt and rub your hands all over his chest, feeling him. Needing the skin to skin contact. Bakugou brings his knee between your legs and goes higher and higher, gently rubbing against the spot that you need him most. He kisses you again, his eyes never leaving yours. “Good ‘mega, such a perfect ‘mega.” He says and he takes his finger and places it in your mouth, and you suck instantly. He pulls back slightly, and rubs his nose against yours. The only sound in the room was both of your breaths. Bakugou ghostly runs his finger down your chest, leaving goosebumps behind.
“I have waited two years to have my ‘mega' back in my arms, and I am not about to let you disappear on me again. Izuku can wait one more day, right now I need you, all of you.” Bakugou growled into your neck.
alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, tsukauchi appearance, hanta's in pre-rut, smau + fic, 2.7k words
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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov
fic underneath smau
You set the tea on the kotatsu and sit opposite Tsukauchi. You notice the lines etched into his skin, that tired smile. You pour his tea and then your own. You both sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping your warm beverage and avoiding each other’s gaze. You see him looking around the house, though you’re uncertain what for.
At last, he clears his throat and says, “So, tell me, how did you happen to meet four of Japan’s most prestigious pro heroes, Miss…?”
“L/n,” you fill in for him. “Y/n L/n.” He nods and pulls out a notepad from his chest pocket. With a click of his pen, he scribbles down your name.
You chuckle nervously as you say, “Is this formal questioning or?”
“Yes,” he says sternly. He looks up from his pad at you expectantly.
You take a deep breath in and say, “I’d like to wait until someone gets home before answering your questions if that’s okay.” He nods and leans back, taking another sip of his tea. You continue, “They shouldn’t be too long.”
For the next ten minutes, you try to make light conversation with the detective, but nothing seems to stick. You don’t watch the news or care for the latest hero updates, he doesn’t know much about the books you're reading. Luckily, the rattling of keys and clicking of the door saves you from bringing up the weather.
You ask him to wait as you leave the warmth of the shitagake and head to the entrance hall. You watch Denki fumble with his boots and trip up the platform.
“Are you okay?” You say as you come close to him. He nods frantically and gives you a quick hug.
“Sorry about all of this,” he mumbles into your ear before pulling away. You reassure him that it’s okay and lead him to the living room.
Upon entering, Denki bows to Tsukauchi who is now standing. The two men shake hands before sitting around the low table. You duck off to get Denki a teacup, leaving them alone.
Denki stutters, “S-so, what are you doing here, Tsukauchi-kun?” The dark-haired man looks at the blond with an unrelenting eye.
He clicks his pen and says, “I was hoping you’d be around. I’m here to investigate your involvement with the Shibuya underground omega auctions.”
The blond chuckles nervously. He looks up at you as you place a cup down in front of him and start to pour him tea. He thanks you before returning his gaze to Tsukauchi.
“Um,” he starts. “Yea, I was investigating the Shibuya omega auctions for work, you know?” Tsukauchi nods as he writes that down. You place the teapot down and take a sip of your tea. It’s gone cold now.
You contemplate brewing more tea, but you can see the tension in Denki’s shoulders. Maybe you should stay, you think. You place a reassuring hand on his knee beneath the table. He gazes back at you with wide eyes. You give him a small nod and see the slightest relaxation of his posture.
The detective interrupts your moment by saying, “I’m afraid I don’t know. What kind of investigative work were you doing, Chargebolt?”
Denki rubs the back of his neck as he says, “Just the usual, you know? Reconnaissance.” Tsukauchi nods.
“No engagement from you?” He questions, pen tip paused.
Your alpha shakes his head. “No. Monoma, uh, Phantom Thief and I were undercover. Just observing.” You watch as Tsukauchi scribbles and then takes a sip of his tea.
You’re about to apologise for it being too cold when he says, “And so is that how you met Miss L/n here.” He points to you with the end of his pen. Denki chuckles shortly as he leans over and wraps an arm around you. He draws you into his side protectively. You whine a little at his sudden affection and look up at him with big eyes. He gazes at you briefly before sighing.
He says, “Unfortunately, yes. There’s no use in denying it.” Your alpha squeezes your shoulder before continuing, “I met Miss L/n when I first started investigating the auctions.” Denki looks down at you with pleading “play along eyes”.
You nod and say, “Yes.” You place a hand on the blond’s chest and pout as you continue, “I was kidnapped only a few days after landing in Japan by omega sellers. My time with them was… regrettable.” You look down as those memories flood back to you.
With a sharp inhale, you say, “I met Chargebolt when I was being prepared for auction.”
Denki hums in response and says, “You have to understand, the little bee was so frightened and afraid. She had nowhere to go. And when the opportunity came up, I decided to take her in. Who knows what those other alphas would have done with her, you know? She’s safe here.” You’ve shifted even closer to Denki as he spoke. Now, your head is resting on the side of his chest, nestled beneath his arm. You sniffle as you build on what the blond has said.
“Yes. Yes, I am. The thought of being bought by someone else I—.” Partially fake-partially real tears well in your eyes as you raise your hand to your face. “S-sorry,” you mumble. Denki wraps you in a warm hug, rubbing your back and muttering into your hair that it’s going to be okay.
After a couple of minutes, you gently nudge Denki’s chest with your hands. He moves back, giving you some space to breathe. He thumbs your tears away and tenderly kisses you on the forehead. The gesture makes you smile a downturned, sad smile.
You take a shaky breath in and continue, “Denki an-and all the guys have-have been s-so supportive of-of me. A-and I’m-I’m proud to be t-their omega.” You tear up at the end, burying your face back into your alpha’s chest. If you could only see the expression on his face… He’s smiling so warmly, sincerely hearing your words. He hopes that you aren’t lying about that last part. And you aren’t. And you intend to tell him that later.
“I see,” Tsukauchi says quietly. You can hear the scratching of his pen tip on paper permeating the spaces between your tears and sniffles.
Denki kisses your hair and then says, “If it’s okay, Tsukauchi-kun, I’m just gonna take Miss L/n out to get some fresh air.”
The detective shakes his head and drawls, “No that’s fine. This interrogation is over. I hope your future reconnaissance proves successful. I don’t expect any further direct intervention from you though.” He gives Denki a pointed look to which the blond nods.
He laughs nervously and says, “Of course not. I’ll see you out.” He mutters to you something about being right back and you nod, choking on a sob. He quickly kisses your cheek and gets up with Tsukauchi. You watch their figures become smaller as they near the entrance hall. You take some deep breaths, calming yourself down from your emotional performance.
You wish you could say that was all a lie… But it wasn’t. You really do enjoy being the boys’ omega now and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Sniffling, you place the tea cups back on the tray and take them to the kitchen. You place them in the sink and rinse them, leaving the kitchenware to the side for washing tonight.
You’ve just finished blowing your nose when Denki waltzes into the kitchen, a shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face.
“That was great!” He exclaims as he walks over to you. He lifts you and twirls you around in his arms, making you giggle and shriek. Denki puts you back down but keeps his hands on your waist.
He continues, “Seriously, I didn’t know you were such a good actor, babe.” You playfully slap his chest as you laugh. He draws you back into his warm embrace and nuzzles your ear with his nose. His head dips into the crook of your neck, getting a good whiff of your sweet scent. You do the same. His tangy scent makes you purr. Without thinking, you begin to rub your scent glands against his, scenting him. The action draws a purr out of his chest, soothing you.
He whispers into your ear, “You are proud to be ours though, right?” Your purring becomes louder with his words.
You say into his skin, “I didn’t lie, Denki. I’m happy and proud to be with you all.” He hums and kisses the shell of your ear.
You two hold each other for a little, just enjoying the other’s arms and presence. You spend the rest of the afternoon making lunch together — don’t think for a second that this grown man can cook, you are 100% doing all of the work — and cuddling on the couch. You even go on a neighbourhood walk together, holding hands and talking about whatever comes to your mind.
That night, Denki brags like there’s no tomorrow about his refined lying skills and your epic crying. His “eat shit” enthusiasm makes you laugh. You’re giggling to yourself as you fry mushrooms, turning them every so often. Their fragrance is like curling tendrils wrapping around the beams and benches of the kitchen.
At last, dinner is served. You are proud of yourself as you set the meal down on the table. This is the first time you’ve cooked for the boys since arriving.
You take off your apron and come back over to the table, finding your plate and bowl already full of food. The sight makes you chuckle softly. Hanta tugs you down beside him by the wrist. He’s been awfully on edge these past few days, and his scent has become even more intense, letting you know his rut will be soon. Admittedly, you’re nervous for when it hits.
You eat mindlessly, not paying attention to what you’re putting in your mouth as you think over what it might be like when it finally happens. He’s been incredibly restrained and respectful during his pre-rut, and you’re hoping that behaviour will continue. The boys notice your daze. Under the table, Hanta squeezes your thigh (not your knee pookie, not your knee). He groans at the soft flesh so tender and pliable beneath his grasp. His sudden touch makes you jump, catching everyone’s attention.
He clears his throat and says with a strangled voice, “You right?” He points at your meal with his chopsticks. “That’s the third time you’ve dropped the same piece of tofu.” You shake your head, still very much aware of how Hanta’s hand hasn’t moved an inch. Your eyes are wide as you flick your gaze up and down, signalling to the cause of your surprise.
You say, “I’m fine. Just thinking.” You bob your leg once, hoping that he catches your meaning. But he seems completely oblivious to what’s set you on edge.
Sighing, you lean over and whisper into his ear, “Your hand.” He grunts and turns his head, your cheeks brushing.
“Sorry,” he mumbles as he removes his hand from your thigh. You pull back, your eyes are on him for a few moments before you return to eating your meal. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You can feel the vibrations of Hanta bouncing his leg up and down next to you. It begins to irritate you because he’s so close to you. Closer than you he was when you first sat down.
“Hanta,” you say. He looks up at you mid-slurp of his miso soup. You continue, “Can you stop moving your leg? It’s annoying.” He hums in response and stops bouncing his leg.
“Sorry,” he says again, quietly. You shake your head.
“It’s fine,” you reassure him.
After dinner, Hanta helps you clean up the table. He washes the dishes while you dry them. You can make out his taut muscles beneath his loose-fitting shirt. The way these flex, the veins in his clenched jaw. Maybe you should have asked Eijiro to help you out instead.
“Sorry,” you say suddenly. He drops the plate he’s washing in the sink, making you flinch. He glances at you, his brow creased.
“For what?” He almost growls.
You start strong but end up mumbling, “For making you so uncomfortable.” You avoid his gaze, focusing on his gloved hands caressing the suds off of the plate. He chuckles derisively. The sound is harsh to your ears; it has you biting the side of your lip as you take the plate from him.
He grunts, “It’s not your fault.”
You shake your head, towelling the wet ceramic. “I can go if—”
You barely register as Hanta moves and traps you against the kitchen bench. His hands are planted on either side of you. Only the plate you hold against your chest separates your bodies. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours.
“The last thing I want you to do is go.” You whine as his nose brushes yours. He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips. Your eyes are wide open as you stare at him, unsure of how you want things to play out. Is he going to kiss you? You think. If he does, would you be opposed to that? You don’t know.
“Hanta,” you say, pulling back from him. You shake your head at him. “I don’t want to.” He groans at your words and backs off.
“I know I know,” he mumbles. “Sorry, babe.” You laugh it off and let him know that it’s okay, that you understand.
As you walk out of the kitchen, you notice the boys lingering in the hallway. Denki admires one of the wall paintings while Eijiro squeezes an irritated Katsuki’s bicep. You raise your brow at them as you stop behind Denki.
“Were you spying on us?” You say, trying to conceal your smirk. Denki and Eijiro feign ignorance but Katsuki is as blunt as ever.
“Just making sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” he grumbles. You nod and thank them for looking out for you before skipping off to your room, a big grin on your face from their protectiveness. That’s one of the nice things about having several alphas. They’re all so protective of you. Ready to intervene the moment you feel uncomfortable. You giggle as you shut your door behind you.
