#alpha bakugou

[sugarwarachan]

alpha!bakugou cooking you homemade meals because he's gotta properly fill you out to carry his pups. he's obsessive with it, too, has to bite down on his lip and grind his palm into his dick as he sees you putting on more and more weight every month, until finally he pulls you into his lap, massaging the fat of your hips and thighs, cradles your tummy in one big hand, and says, "time to start trying now, i think."

[princesskittybabydiva]

Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader

can be read as a stand alone

CW, MDNI, NSFW — p in v, unprotected, ruts/heats, multiple o's, cursing (duhh its Suki), possesive Katsu

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Alpha!Katsuki who is ripping off his top the second you look up at him with those pleading eyes. He's moving before his brain catches up to his body — shredding his sweatpants and, now ruined, underwear with a pent-up growl, his cock springing free, hitting his stupid fucking abs.

His dick is perfect — unfairly thick with a flushed red tip, already beading with pearly precum.  He is so hard it fucking hurts.

"God,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire. “I've wanted this for so long.”

He drags you away from the pathetic pile of his clothes and onto the soft rug in your bedroom. Foreplay is forgotten as your pheromones mix, bodies aching for relief. 

He’s over you in an instant, caging you in with his body against the rug. The scent of caramel and something so distinctly man is almost a physical presence, making you dizzy with want. He smirks from his position above you. 

He is pressing his tip against your slit in an instant, his fat tip taunting you for a second before he bottoms out inside you. 

Holy shit. 

Your vision blackens, back arching off the floor. You can’t be sure but you think his name falls from your lips in broken gasps.

His tongue finds yours in a searing, claiming kiss. His lips move against yours with unrestrained want as he continues thrusting into you.

“Look at you,” he smirks against your lips, his voice low and raspy. “All fucking mine. Smellin’ like me, full of me, begging for my knot.”

His big hangs angle your hips upward, a deep thrust bullying into that deliciously painful spot on your cervix. The pleasure is overwhelming.

His mouth is everywhere. On your neck. Nipples. Lips. 

It's primal. Filthy. Claiming. You can barely keep up with what he grunts. 

“I’ve always tried real hard to be good around you, sweets. ‘Always were making it so f’ckin hard f'me.”

"Look at that greedy little cunt, swallowing me whole.”

“That's a good girl, milk my cock.”

“Fuck. You’re so tight.” 

You’re not sure when you came — or how many times you have. It isn’t until a wetness blossoms between your legs that fragmented awareness returns. 

Oh.

You’ve been emptied. Multiple times.

You don’t have time to dwell on the once-again tightening heat in your stomach when you feel it swelling.

Katsuki knot. 

You can feel it building at the base of his cock. It’s a pressure that grows with every thrust, stretching you further and locking him in place. The thought of it, of being connected to him, stuffed full of him, sends you hurtling toward the edge. Again.

Your orgasm rips through you, a violent, all-consuming wave that makes you yell his name. Your inner velvet walls clamp down on him, sucking his cock further in.

“Fuck” he groans, his own orgasm crashing over him with equal vigor. 

He buries himself to the hilt as his knot swells to its full size, locking you together. You feel the hot, thick rush of his cum filling you, claiming your from the inside out.

He collapses against you, holding you to his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he pants, his hands shaking as he rakes them through your hair.

For a long time, the only sound is your pants and labored breathing. You’re tied together, locked in the most intimate way possible. 

You’ve never felt safer. Never felt more complete. Never felt so full.

He lifts his head after a while, his previous frantic desperation has been replaced by a deep, possessive gaze. 

He places a finger under your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. 

“Mine,” he rasps. He leans down and kisses you, a slow, deep, possessive kiss that tastes of forever. “And I’m never letting you go. Not ever.”

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a/n: thank u so much to the positive reception to pt 1! i love omegaverse so this is SO much fun to write. i did not proofread this well (and im so sleepy!) so i apologize for any mistakes! kisses to all! katsuki fluff coming asap!

[moonlitmarginsink]

Yayyy! Can i req alpha! Shoto, Shinso, Bakugo and Keigo (separate) coming home to their Omega fem s/o all chirping and crying because someone destroyed her nest. By accident or intentionally, you can decide. Thanks so much <3333

Masterlist

A/N: I have a favorite, can you tell? Also, the assumption is that all characters are adults and working as pro heroes. Tbh I’ve really missed doing ones like this so that you so much for the request! Omegaverse BNHA is my jam. Forgive me if there’s spelling errors I wrote this during my breaks at work on my phone.

Warnings: None (as far as I know), not beta read, Reader is kept as gender neutral as possible but there may be a mistake or two

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Keigo

He’s always rushing off in a hurry somewhere, leaving behind shocked faces and gusts of wind. Its not like he’s doing any harm apart from messing up people’s hair and scattering a few papers.

He doesn’t even think much of it when you start courting and he often finds himself coming over to your place more often. Your windows are too small for him to comfortably get through so he just uses the door (much to his displeasure).

This is one of the motivating factors when he asks you to move in with him, away from your cramped apartment and into his own that has higher ceilings and a balcony attached to his bedroom. Plenty of space for him to stretch out, though he seems to always find a reason to be attached to you whenever he can. Even a king sized mattress isn’t enough to keep him away from you, huddled between the edge of the bed and him.

There no shortage of blankets and pillows as he likes to have a comfortable life when he’s not working and is prone to splurging on things that make that happen, I.e. comfortable mattress Nd bedding to crash on and sleep when he’s finally done for the day. The collection is only added to when you move in and he can’t help but think you make the place even better when you start arranging everything and making your new nest. He knows better than to touch it. Or even wash anything without your permission. Instead he’s content to bask in your scent, his bed a careful array of everything you’ve deemed good enough to be included, your scents mingling together.

He loves your nest, especially when you have to get up earlier than him for work on occasion. It makes up for the fact that the rest of your morning routine is broken. Keigo is generally the earlier riser, wanting to get a head start on the day so he can get back home at a decent time. He’ll make coffee and bring it to you in bed, allowing you both to slowly wake up and get ready for the day.

He heads off first, not even bothering with the door and going right off the balcony which he opens as soon as he wakes to let the nice morning breeze in, but when he leaves he always makes sure to shut and lock it, not wanting you to get too cold as you doze in bed until it’s time for you to get up.

But this morning you had something to do at work even earlier than him. Of course you give him a kiss goodbye as he does for you, laughing when he groans but still accepting the code you make him this time.

You’re out the door and an hour later he’s getting ready to leave as well, but this time he doesn’t bother shutting the balcony. You’re not there to be disturbed so he doesn’t see much point in his still drowsy mind. And so he kicks off with the same speed he normally does.

When he comes home he’s instantly hit with the scent of your distress, panicked thinking he should have closed the doors and someone got in. But as he ventures deeper into the room he finds you kneeling on the bed, not crying but the occasional chirp escaping as you reorganize the blankets and pillows-all ones he’s loving bought with you in mind- only to become even more frustrated since it’s not the same as it was.

“Hey it’s alright I-“

He stops short as you fix him with a glare, pinning him in place as a low growl escapes. Not the playful one you’d give when he would hold things above your head as you jumped to get them. No, this one was pure anger. That if an Omega who promised to pounce and it sounded foreign coming from you.

“You could have just told me you didn’t like it.” You snap, leaving Keigo more confused than before. He tries to question you but you’re on a roll, abandoning your attempt to recreate your nest and turning on him, walking him back until he’s against the wall.

Even with all the situations he faces on the daily as a hero he can’t help but be more scared now than he is in any of those.

“Not only do I have to go to work early, but also have to deal with a bunch of clients who have contradicting demands and refuse to be on an email chain or discussion board together as well as a boss who thinks I can snap my fingers and have things done! Then I come home looking forward to nothing more than sinking into my perfectly constructed nest and reading, and you know what I find?”

Keigo swallows, biting his tongue, already realizing his mistake but far too late.

“Blankets everywhere! Not a single pillow left on the bed! Bare except for the sheets!”

You turn back around, still silently fuming as you go back to trying to get everything back in order.

Keigo can’t help but feel guilty, knowing you’d been under more pressure than normal at work and the last thing he wanted was to add to that. And so it’s with all the disposition of a locked puppy that he goes out to the kitchen, ordering your favorite takeout.

The smell when it arrives is enough to lure you from the bedroom, your frown easing just a fraction when you see the table set and Keigo standing awkwardly. He was a good mate. Amazing even. So the times that you were upset, truly upset, with him were far and few between and each time it happened left you both feeling awkward.

What finally broke you was when he offered up his jacket, freshly scented and an item you often covered and stole from him during your heats. It wasn’t something he often let you have apart from those times, distracted by your scent all day when he got it back, so for him to do so now was more of an apology than words.

Hesitantly you accept the olive branch, trying to be subtle as you sniff the fabric before slipping it on, practically purring at the fit.

“I really like your nest.” He says, slowly wrapping his arms around you, pleased when you don’t pull away as he rests his chin on your head. “Promise I’ll be more careful.”

You sigh, still mad but also recognizing his attempt to make you feel better. It might not have been as bad if today at work had gone better, but all of it adding up was just too much to handle. He was reckless, but not malicious.

“You better, or else I’m moving my nest to the storage closet.”

“I’d be too small for us both in there.” Keigo complains, pulling you closer as his wings fold around you. When it came to it he sure knew how to lay it on thick, but even so you couldn’t help but feel a bit better as his hands rubbed the tension from your shoulders, already eyeing the takeout containers.

Shinso

He loves nest. This man is bone tired ever day and there’s nothing he loves more than collapsing into your nest at the end and curling up with you. Whenever you’re feeling skittish or upset and just want to be alone in it he understands and sleeps in your shared room alone while you stay in the guest room that had been converted into your personal nesting area.

You both don’t normally sleep there but it’s cozy and a nice way to end the day after coming back from work. It was all the more lonely when you weren’t there but he managed. Just as he did before he met you.

He’s well informed on the topic, much more than anyone would expect for a Beta, often giving advice to others when they’re in trouble. It’s not so much about knowing the technical aspects but being able to read the individual Omega and what they would want or need for their nest and Shinso is particularly good at it.

His nesting skills aren’t that bad actually. He liked to make them for himself in his younger years even if some of the others liked to tease him for it. Jokes on them because you certainly didn’t seem to mind, impressed with his knowledge on both construction and etiquette surrounding them. Especially because you were particular about your nest even for an Omega.

You could notice the slightest change in anything and he was honestly impressed with your observation skills. Sometimes it came back to bite him though.

Shinso stumbled through the dark apartment, trying not to trip as he continued his frantic search. He was already late waking up, the power going out in the middle of the night and knocking his clock out, and it didn’t help that he had stayed awake late last night so you could watch the latest episode of the series you were both watching.

Now he couldn’t find his bag, frantically searching his mind for where he could have left it and kicking himself for not using the hanger you had installed for him by the door to avoid this exact situation. He was doing his best not to let you in on the situation, knowing you would tease him about it, even as you got ready in the bathroom by the light of a candle. Your own time to head into work was a bit later and it had been you that had woken him up, surprised he was still there.

The faintest memory flashed through his mind. Coming home yesterday and immediately collapsing onto the couch with you, laughing as he chucked his shoes back down the hallway with impressive aim. He’d also slung his bag down in favor of burying himself under the blankets and on top of you.

Wheeling back to the living room he found the couches just as it had been when you went to bed, piled with blankets and pillows. After a bit of searching he emerged triumphant, tossing it over his shoulder and calling a goodbye over his shoulder as he bolted out the door to make it on time for his train.

He made it with time to spare, panting as he pulled out his phone to check the time. Along with a few other notification he saw that there was a notification from the building manager that the power would be restored by that afternoon. You’d floated the idea of getting takeout for dinner if you couldn’t use the stove to cook, but it seemed those plans were out the window.

Shinso got to work on time after all, putting his things away in his locker and slipping into his costume. He had the early patrol route with Uzui, one of the newer inters he was supposed to be showing the ropes. Though Shinso had his own suspicions it was simply to torture him. Despite her quirk that allowed her to slow time within a specific radius, the young woman never seemed to stop moving. It was like she drank coffee and energy drinks all day and he’d never seen her look even remotely tired.

Today was no different, meeting her just outside the changing rooms where she was already bouncing on her heels and talking with a group of office workers who were still bleary eyed and chugging coffee. They seemed grateful for the rescue, not guilty in the slightest as Uzui turned her attention to him.

“Good morning!” False. It had been an awe full morning. Shinso just hoped that nothing happened to make it worse.

“I saw that there was a power outage in your area! Have you gotten it back yet? Is it going to affect the train schedule? Did you sleep late? Is that why you look so tired?” She paused, eyes narrowing. “Well, more tired than normal.”

Shinso sighed, not bothering to answer her questions as he made his way for the door. He might have felt a bit worse if he also didn’t know there would be a hundred more.

It was going to be a long day.

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Shinso’s locker slammed shut, resting his head against the cool metal while trying to ignore the ache in his leg where he’d been struck earlier while restraining someone, distracted by another one of Uzui’s questions and allowing them to get a lucky strike.

The hours felt all too long and he was just thankful the report was simple enough that he didn’t need to stay late. You’d be home already and maybe finally let him into your nesting room after being shut out the past week.

When he exited he found Uzui already there and just barely stopped himself from turning right back around.

“Can you sign for my hours today? And put the report number down to count towards my practical experience?”

He sighed, grabbing the offered paper and pen to scribble the information, ra king his brain trying to remember the number for the report. As he did so Uzui leaned in closer, her nose twitching.

“I’m glad I was able to catch you since you’ll be off work next week.”

Shinso paused, his signature trailing off as he looked at the young hero.

“You know, because of your mate? They’re going into heat, right?”

Some may consider it rude, but while Uzui could be annoying she also had a nose like no other and seemed to use it to further terrorize others. She could know everyone you’d hung out with in the past 48 hours even if you scrubbed your skin raw.

There was no reason for him not to believe her and he was more so surprised. Your heat wasn’t supposed to be for another two weeks and you were rarely off schedule. Shinso took it with a smidge of pride as it was a silent proclamation that he was giving his mate a safe, stable environment.

He wracked his brain, trying to think of any of the signs to show it was coming but he’d been so busy it was hard to recall. Sure you were a bit more protective of your nest than normal but as it approached you normally were more open with it, wanting him to put his scent over everything. What-

He paused, noting the way Uzui’s attention seemed to be over his shoulder. On his backpack. The same one he’s dug from the pile of blankets and pillows that had been living on the couch for the past week. What he assumed had been there due to you both being too busy to move them.

There was only one other time when you had made a nest outside its designated area, spurred on by the stress at work and Shinso’s increasing absence earlier on in his career. You’d been so worried about missing him when he was home that you’d set up camp in the living room to catching him as he was coming in going. He hadn’t even thought about it happening again but now a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. As if he’d eaten a bowl of rocks. Something he would have done over what he did, remembering the way he’d carelessly tossed everything off the couch that morning.

He practically threw the papers back at Uzui, leaving her puzzled as he dashed out the door.

Shortly after he found himself standing in front of the apartment door, your favorite takeout in hand as well as a puzzle to add to your collection, of which you liked to do at night while you lounged together.

The lights were on when he entered, allowing him to see the mess he’d left earlier in his haste. They lay in the same crumpled heat, the living room devoid of your presence that had been a constant the past few days. What really hit him was the bitter tinge to your scent, a mix of distress and anger that always made his nerves burn with distaste.

Shinso crept through the hall, cautiously making his way closer to your nesting room where he could hear you moving about. The scent only grew stronger and he felt all the worse. He couldn’t even remember the last time it was this bad, feeling as if it were clinging to his throat like a thick glue.

The door was cracked, allowing him to see the way you stood in front of the bed, arms clutching tightly to hold yourself together. His own anxiety must have peaked enough to draw attention, your head whipping over to where he stood. But instead of chastising or slamming the door in his face he was surprised when you flung yourself at him, chirping your distress as you latched on. He nearly dropped his bags, barely managing to set them down in time.

He tried to soothe you- crooning as load as he can, though it’s nowhere near as loud as the rumble that alphas can produce- but the tears wouldn’t stop, feeling like a slap in the face as you wimpered.

“Shinso, my nest-“

“I’m sorry. I understand if you want me to leave for the night.” He said, trying to keep his anger in check. His instincts screamed to take care of whatever had caused this but he knew he only had himself to blame. The words wavered even more than your own, making you draw back in surprise. Enough so that your tears had stopped for the moment.

“What?”

“I’m a shitty mate. I don’t don’t deserve you, I-“

He’s cut off as your hands grab his face, confusion coloring your own.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your nest? The one on the couch?” He’s confused by your reaction but don’t fight against your touch, in fact leaving further into it as it calms him in turn.

“I don’t have be one on the couch.”

Your admission only makes him more confused. Why had you been so upset?

“But then why did you say-“

“The maitanence workers.” You turn back to the bed, looking over the carefully constructed mess that sits there. “They had to get to the fuse box to test that it was working after resetting the power. They moved all my stuff and put their scent in the room.”

Your nose wrinkles in disgust. Shinso realizes you’re right as he takes a deep breath, the muted smell of others lingering. It’s obvious that you’d tried to get as much of it out as possible but it still lingered in a way that was distasteful to you both.

“Oh, you brought dinner?”

The intrusion of your nest is momentarily forgotten, excited to see the familiar takeout box sitting next to him.

“Would you mind scenting the room to get their smell out while I plate these up?”

Shinso could only nod as you placed a kiss on his cheek before retreating to the kitchen, hardley able to believe his luck as he layered his scent thickly over everything. By the time you came back the place reeked of him and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Much to his delight he was allowed to stay, his offerings even to gain him entry.

“Why did you think my nest was in the living room?” You ask as you fit another puzzle piece into place, brows furrowed as you try to assemble a large area that all looked the same.

“Ah, Uzui mentioned you were near your heat, and with everything else going on I thought you might have decided to put it somewhere else again.” His face reddens as you laugh.

You knew about the intern, finding her positively endearing after catching them out and about together.

“That was one time! Besides, my heat is still a few weeks away. Tell her to get her nose checked.”

“Yeah yeah.” Shinso halfheartededly agreed, pulling you back into his chest as he felt his eyes grow heavier, your scent mingling with his and only growing stronger as you scented him, purring all the while.

He often considered himself a lucky Beta but now more so than ever.

Unfortunately he wouldn’t get to talk to Uzui until the following week, your heat in fact coming early, much to Shinso’s amusement and your annoyance.

Bakugo

Despite what people think he doesn’t have a secret gentle side no matter who you are. He’s straight forward with everything in his life and that includes his mate. Straightforward, but not rude. He just prefers honesty and doesn’t have the patience to be tiptoeing around things, especially when it comes to you.

Honestly it’s a bit refreshing from the normal treatment that Omegas get. He’s not a brute but won’t let you push him around, while still indulging in your desires. He’s not the type to get you new nesting material just because he saw it, but if he knows you’re needing something new or you’ve had a rough time lately and need a pick me up he’ll get it. It saves you the headache that some other Omegas have of having to go through your collection every few months and weed things out.

You knew how he was when he first asked to court you and were under no impression that he would change. And while he is softer towards you than anyone else, it’s still not the mushy, head over heels way that others can be. He looks out for you and cares for you in his own way. That might not be the usual PDA that mates display-even if he’s insistent on you scenting each other whenever you’re leaving the house, he would only ball at the idea of doing so in public- but he still does his own things.

Making sure you make it to the bed when you fall asleep on the couch, knowing you’ll be hurting in the morning if you don’t. Ensuring you get the proper nutrients during your heat when all you want to eat is instant ramen and juice, even if that means pulling himself away long enough to go make a proper meal at least twice a day. He won’t let you cling to him like a swims skin in public, but best believe that his hand is holding yours in an iron-tight grip.

Still, you never thought he would do this.

You stand in the doorway, hardley able to believe your eyes. Surely you must still be asleep on the plane, still coming back from the conference you were at for two weeks. That you hadn’t come back to find your nest completely gone.

No blankets or pillows. No plushies or carefully selected garments.

All gone.

You’re still there when Bakugo comes home, finding you in the living room, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you. Your travel bag was still on the floor, unpacked, as if the silent tears rolling down your face wasn’t enough.

His eyes lock with yours, widening as he realizes something is truly wrong, long legs eating the distance as he crouches in front of you.

It’s not how he expected to see you after two weeks of being away from each other, normally more eager to greet him. Or, when you got home late, he’s there by the door to greet you and take your bags.

“What’s wrong?” His voice could have been a bit more gentle, more soothing, but he’s too put on edge by your distress to care.

Find the problem and fix it. Simple.

“It’s gone.”

Bakugo didn’t have to ask what it was. He already knew as well as you did that he was the one who had gotten rid of it.

For months he’s been grumbling about the mess in the corner of the living room that made up your nest but there was nowhere else to put it. You didn’t like the height of beds or other furniture and felt too claustrophobic and cramped to put it in the tub. The bedroom was too small to even have it in the corner of without being in the way and so the living room had been the only option. You didn’t have guest over that often, and when you did you would clean all the items up and put them away even if it was a pain to do every time.

And now he’s went and gotten rid of it while you were gone, part of you angry but a larger part of you hurt that he’d done so. Moving, or even touching an Omega’s nest was a big no. Not if you valued your relationship with them.

Bakugo paused, taking a deep breath before picking you up much to your displeasure. You weren’t too happy with him at the moment and in the time he was gone had seriously begun thinking about your relationship.

But before you could fight too much he sets you back down on your feet, now in front of the half-bath just down the hall from your room.

Except when he opened the door it wasn’t a bathroom, shocked to see it resembled the reference photos you had saved for a nesting room. But these weren’t photos, complete with everything including a small fridge tucked away in the corner.

You recognized the familiar items that normally made up your nest tuck at the far end of the wall. They sat atop a heating pad that separated it from the newly laid flooring.

“Now you don’t have to get all antsy when other people are coming and get too close to your nest.” Mumbling, he crosses his arms. “Don’t even use this one anyways so I figured why not make it something actually useful.”

You turn to Bakugo, wide eyed and lip still trembling as a wave of tears rolled down your face. Not from devastation but joy, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, not caring for the dirt that still clung to him for work as you purred.

“Eh?! Stop acting like it’s some big deal! Now I don’t have to trip over it in the mornings.” Despite his words you could feel the deep rumbles as he preened at your reaction, clearly pleased.

You let go, slipping inside to explore more and excited to see a new blanket made entirely of the same material as your favorite shirt of his. It’s perfect, from the color of the walls to the shelves that had replaced the sink and toilet. Where the shower once was sat a pile of materials both old and new, much to your delight.

When Bakugo tried to follow he was quickly pushed back out, the door shut in his face.

“What the hell?!”

“You still moved my stuff!” You shouted from behind the door, not bothering to lock it as you began sorting through all the items. “No nest for you for a week.”

He grumbled, annoyed but knowing there would be no changing your mind. Instead he got up, grabbing your travel bag and already starting to sort through the items of what he could toss in with his clothes.

Shoto

This man has both little time and a decent amount of money from his hero work, so I imagine that for a good chunk of his professional life he’s hired someone to come and clean his place. Plus, he’s contributing to the economy.

Even before you’re officially mates and are just courting he likes to ensure that you have everything you need, even if he’s not entirely sure what that is.

He often goes to his siblings for advice, a bit more socially adept than him, but still manages to make a mistakes on occasion. He’s grateful that you’re understanding of his upbringing, not taught to care too much for the comfort of Omegas until his later teen years.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that a lot of Omegas found him to be intimidating even when he developed a bit more social tact, his scent rather striking and overpowering. But somehow he had managed to find you, and despite all his (many) blunders when courting you, you agreed to be his.

Still, old habits are hard to break. With how his job is he’s grown used to giving orders and expecting them to be followed, confident in his decisions. Just as always people listen to what he says. A natural born leader.

He just sometimes wishes they wouldn’t.

Shoto steps inside the house, finding it the same as he would any other Thursday. Even if he had graduated and launched to quick success in his career you still had some college classes to finish, and he was more than happy to support you in any way he could.

Despite your busy schedule you still tried to do everything by yourself as much as you could, and he could already smell dinner coming from the kitchen. It was something you insisted you enjoyed doing along with packing his lunches and he found food always tasted better when coming from you.

A soft melody came from the kitchen, playing music off your phone as you worked. He called a greeting as he passed by, catching sight of you in front of the stone as he passed by towards the bedroom.

But as soon as he stepped inside an odd feeling overtook him. Normally the moment he stepped through the door he felt a bit more at ease just knowing he could relax without worry. But now he felt on edge. As if something were wrong but he didn't know what.

Moving to change, he stripped his shirt and tossed it into the hamper which had been overflowing that morning. It now sat empty thanks to the housekeepers who had been by earlier in the day, and whom he had made sure to give instructions that everything in the house was to be washed. With your heat and exams coming up he knew you wouldn't want anyone in the house, and he wanted to make sure you wouldn't have to worry about any sort of laundry for a good while. Even the bed was freshly washed and crisply made.

As he walked back to the kitchen, he passed the nook that served as your day-to-day nesting corner. Normally it was packed full of books and any puzzles you were working on, lost amidst the sea of blankets pillows, and his clothes. But instead of a chaotic mess he was greeted with a neatly organized corner. The blankets and other fabrics were there, but neatly folded on top of one another.

You didn’t fold your nesting material. When it got too old it was washed and put right back in place. A comforting constant you could return to and ever since he’d known you Shoto had rarely seen you change what was in it apart from a few things of his, which he also noted were missing.

The chances of you leaving them in such a way? None.

Shoto’s body tensed, looking towards the kitchen where you remained. He crept closer with caution, a new caution to his steps as he approached. You remained with your back to him. Knife in hand and vegetables untouched in front of you.

It had been easy to miss with the sound of the music you were listening to but the light tremble of your shoulders told him all he needed to know.

Without a word he wrapped his arms around you, unsurprised when you turned and immediately hurried your face in his chest. Tears quickly soaked through his shirt and the smell of your distress finally peaked through the aroma of spices coming from the stove. You must have done so on purpose, just like the music.

Once, you admitted feeling bad about putting your worries on him after he had picked you up from Uraraka's place after a girl's night, drinking just enough to let your tongue loose. With everything he did as a hero you knew he had a lot to deal with and didn't want to add anything to it.

Very few times in his life compared to how crappy he felt in that moment, and it was a big push for him to try and be more open with others to try and encourage you to do the same even after he assured you it wasn't a bother.

Your problems were his and vice versa. That's what being mates meant. You cared for each other. Something he felt like he failed to do as he gathered you into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to tell them not to touch your nest."

"It's fine." You hiccup, aggressively trying to wipe away the tears only for more to take their place. "They were only doing their jobs."

Shoto didn't try to stop your crying, letting you get all of it out as he held you. He rubbed his hands along your back, lightly scenting you as his chest vibrated with deep rumbling purrs. A rare treat from him, still a bit uncomfortable with the practice even after all your time together. He was always worried he sounded too intimidating. Kaminari had once told him instead of comforting it sounded a predator about to pounce.

"You can remake it. I'll scent everything you need. You can even have my winter uniform to put in there." That had you perking up a bit, the breathable fabric one of your favorites yet still rejecting the blankets he had made of same material stating it wasn't the same. Finally, you pull back far enough back for him to see your face. Your tears have stopped even if your eye remain red and puffy, but your scent has gone back more towards what it normally is.

“Sorry. I know it’s dumb.” You mumble.

“No. I was dumb for not thinking about it.”

“You’ve been busy. We both have. I know you were just trying to help.” You smile and Shoto feels his own lift in response. “You can help me remake it after dinner, then quiz me for my exam Monday.”

“Sounds perfect to me.” Shoto pressed a kiss to your forehead, drawing a small laugh from you, turning back to continue with dinner as he remained close by, a rare display of clinginess.

He didn’t feel entirely better, but made a mental note to mention it the next time he brought in cleaners. There would be clear instructions to not touch your nest under any circumstances.

[honeywinner06]

Starving for Meat

O! Bunny Male Reader x A! Bear Bakugo Katsuki

(Sequel to "Hop into My Arms")

It had been seven months.

Seven entire months since a certain bunny-shaped storm moved into Bakugo’s life and took over half his closet, all his pillows, and every last damn ounce of his common sense.

He didn’t regret it at all.

But still—seven months.

You’d think he’d have it figured out by now. How to share a space with him

How to share a bed.

How to not overthink every little twitch of those long ears.

(Y/N) wasn’t THAT difficult. Not really.

Just... soft in places Bakugo wasn’t used to. Prickly in ways that didn’t match his usual flame. He didn’t yell. He didn’t push. But sometimes he’d flinch, or go quiet, or re-fold the towels after Bakugo did them “wrong” again. Little things. Barely things.

Except they started to piled up.

Right now, he was staring at the plate of food in front of him, with a face of disgust that he did not hide at all.

"What's wrong?" said the bunny sitting next to him with a bite in his mouth

"I mean... Where's the meat? It's just... grass..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's lettuce, carrot slices, and some tomato. A simple salad. You can put some Ranch on it."

Because...yes. Apparently, the omega was insisting (or rather, imposing) "healthier" meals on the alpha since he was looking a bit chubby. I mean, the omega liked it that way since it was a comfortable pillow, but he didn't want it to affect him in the long run.

Which meant less meat.

Which meant more green crap.

Which meant a more upset Bakugo Katsuki, a bear himself, which was currently chewing on something called "zucchini noodles with salad" and pretending not to miss actual food.

He didn’t complain. Not directly.

But maybe he sighed too loud.

Maybe he pushed the plate a little too far forward.

Maybe he added *one* too many hot sauce packets.

(Y/N) had noticed.

And that was the problem.The bunny noticed everything it happen, to him and his "Teddy bear"

Bakugo wasn’t even sure when it started this feeling like he was fucking up something that was technically going fine. Maybe it was when (Y/N) stopped using pet names as often. Or when he moved his favorite mug to a different shelf.

Or maybe it was nothing.

Hell, he still woke up next to the same body every morning. Still got his ears tugged playfully when he forgot to separate lights from darks. Still got “stay safe, dumbass” whispered against his shoulder when they hugged.

But simply Bakugo couldn’t help it.

He was a bear. Bears liked things secure. Pretty predictable and even sometimes, he still woke up scared that the bunny would disappear.

So that night, when (Y/N) curled up on the couch with his face buried in a book, sweatpants clinging loose over his hips and one sock half-off, Bakugo watched him like a man starving.

Seven months, and he still couldn't believe the bunny hadn't left.

He padded over in silence, crouching behind the sofa. His nose twitched before he could stop it—drawn in by that soft, familiar scent steeped into the cushions. (Y/N)’s scent. His scent. The scent of *home*, if Bakugo was honest with himself.

And he was.

Painfully.

“Why’re you sittin’ like that?” Bakugo muttered, voice low, almost lazy.

(Y/N) didn’t look up from his book. “Like what?”

“Ass up like it’s beggin’ me to touch it.”

That earned him a flick of one floppy ear. “It’s called existing. Get a hobby.”

Bakugo chuckled with arrogance under his breath. He leaned forward and let one broad hand settle low—right over the curve of (Y/N)’s rear, fingers spreading a little too intentionally.

(Y/N) hummed, not protesting.

Bakugo gave a gentle squeeze with his hand.

“You're gonna let me do this all night?” he asked, voice husky.

“As long as you don’t block the light. I'm in the middle of a good scene."

"Then I'll have to bother you then." "Why?"

"Because I need a pillow to put my head on, and that plumpy ass looks comfortable enough to put my face on and take a nap."

"Ugh... I'll finish the chatpter in 5 minutes. Can you wait a little?"

At that response and in that tone, the alpha's face, serious as always, turned a light red upon receiving a "yes" to such a proposal.

And then, he grinned.

God, he loved this omega.

He loved the way he could be manhandled like this and not flinch, not pull away. The way he still smelled like cinnamon and spring rain, even after a day of errands. The way his hips tilted—*just barely*—when Bakugo kneaded deeper.

Bakugo dipped down to nose along the waistband of the sweatpants. He inhaled slow, like dragging steam off hot soup, and let the scent curl in his lungs.

“I could live here,” he murmured against the skin just above the hipbone.

“Then don’t move,” (Y/N) replied softly. “Big guy.”

Bakugo smiled into the touch. He pressed a kiss to the spot he’d just sniffed. Then another, just beneath the hemline. One hand traced idle circles on the small of the omega’s back.

He wasn’t trying to start something.

Not tonight.

He just needed to *touch*. To feel. To remind himself that this wasn’t a dream and that maybe—*just maybe*—he hadn’t ruined a good thing yet.

His fingers lingered on the edge of the waistband, but didn’t go further. He settled his chin on (Y/N)’s hip, practically curling around him like the half-bear he was.

“I’ll eat your weird green noodles,” he muttered after a pause.

(Y/N) laughed, flipping a page. “That’s an improvement at last”

Bakugo grunted. “Still want meat, though. I have needs...." Said while looking and gently touching one of the omega's thighs "...to be covered, you know?”

“Ok then..” the omega said with a lustu smirk. “I’ll try to add some pieces. Meanwhile, I'll add mushrooms too. You could pretend they taste like steak.”

Bakugo snorted and a triumphant grin draw in his face.

He buried his face back in that warm spot and sighed through his nose. His hand drifted lower again, over the bunny’s backside, petting slow and lazy. No urgency. Just *having*. Just *holding*. He could feel the tension leave his body, bit by bit.

(Y/N) was still here. Still letting him touch. Still reading like nothing was wrong. Like Bakugo hadn’t overthought everything for the last week and a half.

So maybe—just maybe—he was doing okay. Maybe he didn’t need to be perfect.

Maybe being wanted was enough. He kissed (Y/N)’s cheek and mumbled softly,

“Thanks for staying.”

(Y/N) didn’t say anything. Just reached one hand back, not looking, and rested it on Bakugo’s wrist—warm and sure and grounding.

He squeezed it only once and with that ONLY time, he had just made Bakugo melt in a puddle of Pride by his triumph and of tenderness, quite a rare site on him.

[aviandpeace]

Yandere Alpha Bakugou x Beta Reader NSFW

When yandere obsessed alpha werewolf falls in love and forcefully mates with a beta reader. (2500 words)

The weather outside was snowing, muffling the distant howls of the pack and turning the forest into a labyrinth of shadows. Katsuki Bakugou's cabin squatted in a forgotten clearing, its rough-hewn logs scarred from years of his explosive rages, the door reinforced with iron bars that no beta could bend. It was his sanctuary, or a prison, depending on who you asked. 

For you, the beta girl he'd fixated on, it was the latter. You'd always kept to the edges of pack life, content with your quiet existence among other betas: gathering herbs, mending clothes, sharing simple mateships that produced one pup at a time, no drama, no dominance games. Alphas like Bakugou were forces of nature, pairing with fellow alphas for raw power or omegas for litters of strong pups. Betas? We were the helpers, the steady hands, not the prizes.

But Bakugou had never played by the rules. His alpha instincts twisted into something darker, a yandere obsession fueling his every move. He'd watched you for months, his massive wolf form lurking in the underbrush as you wandered the trails, his crimson eyes burning with a hunger that made your skin prickle even before you knew he was there. You'd felt it—that unnatural pull, like a thread tugging at your soul—but betas weren't supposed to feel alpha bonds. It was wrong. Forbidden. And yet, one stormy night, he'd struck.

You remembered the rain lashing your face as you hurried home, the scent of wet earth masking his approach until it was too late. A growl ripped through the darkness, and suddenly his human form—tall, muscular, blonde spikes plastered by the downpour—pinned you against a tree. "You think you can ignore me, beta bitch?" he'd snarled, his breath hot against your neck. "I've been watching you strut around like you don't need an alpha. But you do. You need me.""P-please," you'd gasped, heart hammering as his claws dug into your arms. "I'm just a beta. We don't... alphas and betas don't—"

"Shut the fuck up," he'd growled, his fangs elongating as he forced your head to the side. The bite came swift and savage, pain exploding through your body. You screamed as his mark seared into your skin. The bond snapped into place like chains, flooding you with his essence—possessive, overwhelming, twisting your thoughts with unwanted flashes of desire. 

You screamed again, but he clamped a hand over your mouth, his body pressing yours into the bark. "You're mine now. Marked. No going back." He'd use his alpha tone to subdue you and thrown you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, your struggles futile against his alpha strength, and carried you deep into the woods to his cabin.

That was days ago. Now, you sat chained to the heavy oak bedpost in the dimly lit room, the iron links cold against your wrists. The air was thick with his scent, musky, dominant, laced with the building storm of his rut. Bruises bloomed on your skin from his rough handling, and every time you shifted, the mark on your neck throbbed, a constant reminder of your captivity. You'd tried to fight at first, pleading with him to see reason, but Bakugou was a sadist at heart, his possessiveness was actually an obsession that fed on your resistance.

The cabin's fire crackled lowly, casting flickering shadows across the rough wooden walls, but it did nothing to warm the chill of dread coiling in your gut. Bakugou's rut had been building all day, his alpha pheromones saturating the air like a thick, intoxicating fog that made your head swim even as your beta instincts screamed to flee. You'd been chained here for what felt like an eternity—days bleeding into nights of his obsessive touches, his degrading whispers, his body pressing against yours in ways that left you bruised and aching. The mark on your neck pulsed with every heartbeat, a traitorous bond that amplified the unwanted heat pooling between your legs, betraying your resistance. You were scared and nervous since you could feel his rut was coming. You were still a virgin.

He'd unchained you earlier, just long enough to force-feed you some stew, his fingers lingering on your lips as he watched you swallow. "Eat up, beta slut," he'd growled, his crimson eyes dark with hunger. "Gonna need your strength for what's coming." Now, he paced the room like a predator in heat, his shirt discarded, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and the scars from pack battles. His eyes glowed faintly in the firelight, raking over you with a hunger that made your stomach twist. "Look at you, pathetic little beta," he snarled, his voice a low growl that echoed off the wooden walls. 

He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your eyes to meet his glowing ones. "Think you can just exist without me? Betas like you are supposed to bow and serve, not play hard to get. But no, you had to make me chase you. Now you're mine. Marked. Claimed. And you're not leaving this fucking cabin until you give me what I want."

You whimpered, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened, nails digging into your skin. "P-please, Bakugou... alphas don't mate with betas. It's not right. Let me go back to my kind—"He laughed, a cruel, barking sound that sent chills down your spine. "Your kind? Those weak-ass betas who fuck around and pop out one measly pup at a time? Nah, you're above that shit now. You're my mate. I forced that mark on you, and it's staying. You feel it, don't you? That pull in your gut, begging you to submit to your alpha." Tears streamed down your face as he shoved you back onto the bed, his body looming over yours. The sexual tension crackled between you—his body so close, heat radiating off him in waves, his scent wrapping around you like chains. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh as he leaned in, and despite everything, your body responded with a flush you couldn't control.

"P-please, Bakugou... I-I can't take an Alpha's cock...I am not built like an omega who are meant for breeding or have the strength of an alpha female." you whispered, your voice breaking as you tried to twist away. Your hands pushed weakly at his chest, but it was like shoving a mountain. "I'm begging you. This isn't right. Betas aren't meant for—"

"Meant for what? For a real alpha to fuck you senseless?" He laughed, a dark, sadistic sound that echoed in the small space. His free hand slid down your side, rough calluses scraping your skin as he gripped your hip possessively. "You're meant for whatever the hell I say you are. I've marked you, claimed you. And now, with my rut hitting full force, you're gonna take every inch of me until you're dripping with my cum." His lips brushed your ear, hot and teasing, building that unbearable tension as his fingers dipped lower, tracing the edge of your torn shirt. "Gonna breed you, beta whore. One pup at a time. Ten in total. You're not leaving this cabin until you've given me a goddamn army." You eyes widened. Omegas have 5 pups in one litter whereas Betas only have 1 werewolf pup. That means...10 sessions!

Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head, panic rising. "No... I don't want this. Stop—please! I can't take it! It will hurt and tear me up!"His grin widened, feral and cruel, as he shoved you flat onto the bed, his weight pinning you down. The mattress creaked under the force, and you gasped as his thighs forced yours apart, spreading you wide. "Hurts? That's the point, you pathetic little thing. Makes it hotter when you fight in pain." He ground against you slowly, deliberately, letting you feel how hard he was, the friction sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through your core. The bond pulsed, amplifying everything, his touch, his scent, the way his breath fanned over your neck. "Feel that? That's your alpha, ready to ruin you. You're soaking already, aren't you? Slutty body betraying you."

"I'm not—stop saying that!" you cried, bucking against him in a futile attempt to throw him off. Your nails scratched at his arms, drawing thin lines of blood, but it only seemed to excite him more. He captured your wrists in one massive hand, slamming them above your head, his claws pricking your skin just enough to sting."Keep struggling," he growled, his free hand ripping your shirt open with a single tug, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His eyes devoured you, dark with possession, as he leaned down to bite at your collarbone—hard enough to mark, but not break skin. "It makes me want to fuck you harder. "You're mine, beta. No one else's. Locked away in my den, away from those worthless betas you think you belong with." 

His mouth trailed lower, teeth grazing your nipple before he started sucking...and slowly he sucked hard, eliciting an unwilling gasp from your lips. The tension built like a storm, your body arching despite your protests, the heat of it all making your mind reel—his sadistic dominance twisting pain into a dark, steamy haze that clouded your senses.

"Bakugou... no, please—ah!" Your plea turned into a sharp cry as his hand shoved between your legs, fingers roughly parting your folds. He found you wet—traitorously so—and chuckled darkly against your skin."See? Wet as a fucking omega in heat. But you're not, are you? Just a weak beta, creaming for her alpha's touch even when she says no." He circled your clit with brutal precision, the pressure too much, too fast, building a coil of tension that made your hips jerk involuntarily. "Gonna make you come first, force it out of you. Then I'll take what's mine. Will take and take...and take."

"I hate you," you sobbed, twisting beneath him, but his fingers didn't stop, plunging inside you now, stretching you roughly. The intrusion burned, your walls clenching around him against your will, the sexual heat rising to a fever pitch—slick sounds filling the air as he pumped his fingers deeper, his thumb grinding mercilessly on your clit, forcing waves of unwanted ecstasy to build despite the brutality."This feels fucking perfect to me." He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes, his thumb grinding against your clit in relentless circles. Your body betrayed you fully now, hips bucking up to meet his hand as the tension snapped, a forced orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cried out, tears streaming down your face, shame burning hot as pleasure ripped through you, your core spasming around his invading fingers, juices coating his hand in a steamy, humiliating display.

"That's it, come for your alpha, you filthy slut," Bakugou snarled, his voice thick with triumph. He didn't give you time to recover, yanking his pants down, his cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking precum. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head nudging against your slick folds. "Now, the real fun. Gonna fuck you raw, breed you deep. No pulling out—gonna knot you and lock my seed inside.""No—Bakugou, don't! I can't—please!" Your begs fell on deaf ears as he picked your legs up and placed them on his hips and lined his dick. You thrashed violently but it didn't stop him from thrusting forward in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was agonizing, your body not built for an alpha's size, pain lancing through you as he filled you completely—his girth splitting you open, forcing your walls to accommodate him in a burning violation that made you scream louder than ever. 

Nails digging into his shoulders, but he only groaned in pleasure, his hips snapping back and slamming in again, the steamy slap of skin on skin echoing lewdly.

"Fuck, so tight, tighter than any flexible omega cunt." he grunted, his pace ruthless from the start—deep, hard thrusts that shook the bedframe, each one driving the air from your lungs in gasping cries. His cock dragged against your inner walls with every brutal plunge, the friction hot and unrelenting, building a twisted heat even as tears streamed down your face. "Take it, beta whore. This is what you get for making me obsess over you. Locked up, chained, fucked whenever I want." His hands gripped your thighs, bruising as he forced them wider, angling deeper, hitting spots that made your vision blur with forced ecstasy, the bond amplifying the sensations into a steamy nightmare of pain-laced pleasure.

"Stop... it hurts—too much!" you wailed, head thrashing side to side, but the bond twisted the pain into something darker, hotter, your walls fluttering around him despite everything, clenching involuntarily around his pounding length."Hurts so good, doesn't it? Cry more—it makes me harder." He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a savage kiss, teeth clashing as his tongue invaded, mimicking the brutal rhythm of his hips—fucking your mouth with the same dominance as he ravaged your body. One hand snaked up to pinch your nipple, twisting just enough to make you arch into him, your breasts heaving with each gasp. "Gonna fill you up, pump you full of my cum. One pup down—nine more ruts to go. You're never getting out of here until you've bred ten for me."

His thrusts grew erratic, the knot at the base of his cock swelling as his rut peaked. You felt it pressing against you, demanding entry, and panic surged anew—your body already stretched to its limit, the steamy heat of his precum mixing with your forced arousal. "No—don't knot me! Please, Bakugou—""Shut the fuck up and take it! Call me your alpha!" With a final, savage push, he forced the knot inside, locking you together as he came with a roar. Hot spurts flooded you, deep and endless, his body shuddering above yours, the swell of his knot plugging you completely, trapping every drop of his thick seed inside your unwilling womb, the pressure intense and overwhelming in its brutal intimacy. The stretch was unbearable, tying you to him in the most way, his seed pulsing hotly as the bond flared with possessive triumph.He collapsed partially on you, breath ragged, but his grip never loosened. "Mine... all fucking mine," he murmured against your neck, nipping the mark again, drawing fresh blood that trickled warm down your skin. "Rest while you can, beta slut. Rut's not over yet. We'll go again soon—and again—until you're swollen with my pup."You lay there, sobbing quietly, body spent and violated, the cabin's walls closing in like a tomb. But his obsession only grew, his ruts relentless. Days turned to weeks, each cycle a torrent of possession and degradation—him feeding you just enough, whispering degradations in your ear while stroking your hair possessively. "You're nothing without me. Weak beta, needing an alpha to give you purpose. Give me those pups, and maybe—maybe—I'll let you out and parade our babies to the world. But until then? You're locked here, breeding for your alpha mate."And so the cycle continued, his words a constant reminder: ten pups, ten ruts, your world reduced to his cabin, his brutal touch, his twisted, his yandere love.

[pudimsuki]

The outline of our hearts | Alpha! Bakugou x Omega! Reader Ch. 6

New chapter, babes. Fresh from the oven ❤︎

Summary: Your life as an omega wasn’t easy, especially while working at a big fashion company. Things didn’t look like they were going to change anytime soon, but the arrival of a new boss certainly promised to get your feet off the ground.

AU: Omegaverse / ABO / Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader

TW: 18+ (nthg explicit in this chapter); alpha and omega dynamics; fem reader; just Bakugou cursing (and being a handful 😂).

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

The faint sound of a pen scratching paper reached your ears as you circled the date on your desk calendar. Counting the days in your head, you made a mental note to buy more suppressants, blaming the latest weeks for your lack of attention.

Two/three weeks max, you thought.

Yep, your heat was coming sooner than you remembered.

It was certainly a tornado for your poor omega to deal with. Starting with the arrival of the infamous Katsuki Bakugou, then your ex flooding you with unanswered messages, and now the fact that you were directly involved in a new collection of your company.

You, yourself, helping the stylists and coordinating a new clothing exhibition.

Smiling to yourself, you raised your arms in the air, stretching them above your head till you feel the push in your muscles.

It must be a dream.

Things were better with Bakugou. He really made a name for himself in only a short time. Everyone could see, as clear as day, the improvements in everyone's spirit. He was demanding, strict even, but he valued everyone's work. He even went so far as changing some alphas and omegas' positions, which left everyone shocked, to say the least.

Oh, and speaking of your dear boss, there was that other thing.

You gulped, biting your lower lip while looking at the calendar again. You were reaching the infamous day, and still haven’t given him a proper answer. He was running out of patience, you knew. But what was he expecting, anyway?

Two days have passed since he made you that stupid, utterly inappropriate, out-of-nowhere proposal.

…

“So… Let me see if I understand. You want me to go with you to attend a family dinner? Your family dinner? Me?”

“Looks like you got just the right idea, yes.”

“You’re joking.”

Bakugou just raised a blonde eyebrow at you.

“Explain me again why exactly you wanna take me, your employee, to a family dinner?”

“I already told you,” he sighed, leaning forward and resting his arms on his thighs. “If I don’t attend to that dinner, my dear mother will raise hell on earth, and she’s driving me fucking nuts about bringing someone to that stupid night. In short, I need an omega. You’re an omega.” He pointed at you as if it were obvious.

“So you want me to, what, pretend I’m your date to your whole family?”

“Precisely.”

You laughed like he was losing his mind.

“Ok. And what makes you think that I’m gonna say yes?”

“I thought you wanted to thank me for my kindness, didn’t you?” He snickered. “ And besides, my parents are really famous stylists, won’t you like to meet them, now that you have your own collection to coordinate? I won’t have to meet any random omega, and you will have the opportunity of your life. It’s a win-win. Of course you can say no, but, y’know… You kinda owe me for not firing you.”

“Excuse me, is that a blackmail?” You said, mortified.

“I prefer calling it a friendly persuasion.”

His eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint.

“Look, I—”

“Think about it. The dinner is on Saturday. You have 3 days to give me an answer.”

…

Well, now you have 1 day left.

You shouldn’t say yes. There were a million reasons not to.

First, he was your freaking boss! Second, that was absolutely inappropriate. Third, anyone could find out. Fourth…

You’re gonna meet one of the most respected stylists of your country.

No. Definitely not.

You bit your lip again, surprised it hadn’t already formed a bruise.

He was so, so stupid, unbearable, vulgar, horrible, and good Lord, you shouldn’t accept it.

There was only a problem… You were already considering it.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The office door opened with a loud thud.

“If I accept, you will never, absolutely never mention the offenses from the first day again.”

Bakugou lifted his head from the papers on his desk, surprised by the woman who had come storming into his office.

Bringing that freaking good scent again.

“My secretary let you come in like that?” He asked, unfazed, crossing his fingers in front of him.

Oh, he was a fucking good actor. He thought, shutting his inner alpha down who begged him to go to you.

You pointed a finger at his chest.

“Promise, never again.”

Such a voracious little thing.

“Is that a yes?” Since you didn't answer, he just shrugged. “Okay, consider it done.”

“No one can know about this.”

“Why, omega? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?”

“Don't even think about it. You’re my boss. I’m your employee. I’m not gonna lose this job.”

He almost dared to point out that he was the one who could fire you and how ridiculous that was, but common sense kept him quiet.

“And... I want a raise.”

There was silence for two seconds. It felt like years. Your face heated up, but you didn't back down.

Bakugou threw his head back and laughed so boyishly that you almost forgot the reason you were there.

You swallowed, your courage slowly fading.

"Very well." He tried to compose himself, running a hand through his unruly hair in a way that revealed his forehead. "Give me your cell phone. I'll put my number on it."

“Do you accept my terms?”

“The cellphone, omega.” He raised an eyebrow, hand stretched, that stern commanding voice again.

Your omega purred.

Oh. Fuck it.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Of all the bad decisions you had ever made, that was definitely the worst.

You spun around in front of the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time, admiring your figure. You felt pretty in your midi dress, but was it good enough? I mean, the Bakugou’s were R.I.C.H. and classy, and oh boy, you were starting to get nervous again.

Ok, breathe.

Your makeup was done, your hair was styled, your nails painted. Everything was going to be just fine.

Your phone buzzed on the bed, drawing your attention to it.

Mina: Hey, wanna hang out tomorrow? There’s a new café in town close to my house.

You typed a quick response, feeling extra guilty for not telling her about the arrangement with your boss. Keeping secrets was a no-go for your friendship, and she would surely help you keep your head in place. But then again, she would also misunderstand this as some kind of book love trope, and that was the last thing you needed. You knew that the moment you saw each other, though, your tongue would run more than it should, but for now, a short answer was the best you could do.

A quick glance at the clock let you know that it was almost time for Bakugou to come get you. You scoffed, remembering your earlier messages:

Bakugou: Send me your apartment location. I’ll pick you up. You: Sure. [address attached] Bakugou: I’ll be there at seven. You: Okay.

A few hours later…

You: I don’t think this is gonna work. Bakugou: What now, dumbass? You: First, you rude. Second, we should cancel this. I’m not a good liar, they'll find out. Bakugou: They will not find out. Stop freaking out. You: We don’t even know each other, it’s not gonna work! Bakugou: Too late. Seven o’clock. Don’t keep me waiting.

Arrogant prick.

As if you were summoning him, a beep on your phone sounded with a new notification.

Bakugou: I’m here. Bakugou typing …. Bakugou: Taking the elevator.

The elevator… THE ELEVATOR?

You almost choked. He was supposed to wait for you in the car, not at your door. And wait a damn second, how the hell did the front desk let him up without calling you first? You rushed to put on your high heels with one hand while shoving the rejected clothes into your wardrobe. Not that he would enter your room anyway, what in the world were you thinking?

[doorbell ring]

“Shit,” you murmured when you accidentally kicked your other shoe away, scrambling to get it.

[doorbell ring]

[doorbell ring]

“Going!”

A final glance in the mirror and that was it. Ready or not, there was an impatient blonde alpha at your door.

Bakugou was about to ring that damn bell again when the door was pulled open. And holy shit. He wasn’t fucking prepared.

He couldn’t help but stare at your figure, head to toe. Slowly.

You gulped visibly. He accompanied the movement like a predator.

“You’re here,” you said dumbly.

“I said I would be here at seven.”

“Oh.”

You sounded dumbfounded. Well, you were dumbfounded. Bakugou Katsuki was standing at your door, handsome as sin, smelling so masculine and utterly him that your omega nearly got down on her knees and wagged her tail.

“How did you even get past the front desk?”

“You call that a front desk?” Bakugou snorted, shrugging with that usual smirk. “I’m a convincing person.”

“Course you are.”

He ignored your sarcastic tone, eyes scanning the way your dress hugged your figure. “Looking good, omega.”

“Is it good enough for your parents?” You smoothed it, uncertain.

“It’s good enough for me.”

Your eyes met his for a second, and it looked like he was burning you inside. “Thank you, alpha.” The words came out of your mouth before you could think straight, and then your hand flew to cover your mouth. “I mean, Mr. Bakugou.”

“Nah, I'm your alpha tonight.” He smirked, delighting himself in your embarrassment. “Also, call me Katsuki. You're supposed to be my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, right.” You cleared your throat, dismissing his first statement as a joke. “Ok. I can do that. Katsuki.”

The syllables were foreign in your mouth, almost sinful. His predator eyes were back, and all it took was you saying his name.

Let us make her scream it now. His alpha added.

“Are we gonna stand here the whole night?” He asked instead, shoving his inner desires down, and simply walked passed you, inviting himself in.

Your home smelled like you, as he expected, and he honestly had no fucking idea of how he was managing to keep his composure. It was like his alpha was drowning in a pool of you, you, and you, and he wanted more. His eyes wander over your small apartment. Everything was spotless, you knew that — you prided yourself on being an organized person, but still his scrutinizing gaze made you feel on edge.

“I'm gonna get my purse.” You mumbled. “Give me a sec.”

He didn't stop you when you left the living room, still looking at your tidy little apartment, all sweet and omegalike. Cute. Just like its owner. His eyes made a stop at your desk, where a bunch of papers could be seen.

“There, I’m read—  what are you doing?”

Bakugou looked at you, holding some drawings in his hands. Not any drawings, your drawings. Different models and techniques you were experimenting earlier and left lying around the table to look into tomorrow.

“Are those for the new collection?”

You rushed to get the papers from his hands, but he averted his body easily, surprised by your reaction.

“No, this is…” You fumbled, “personal, it’s personal.”

He was silent for a second, eyes darting back to the smooth lines and curves. “You draw it all?”

“I— yes, you weren’t… supposed to see that.”

“Hm…”

You didn’t say anything, waiting for his further reaction, but he merely put them down again after a moment, dismissing it. Part of you felt slightly disappointed.

“C’mon, we can’t get late.”

You blinked. “What, wait, aren’t we supposed to set up our stories?”

“We met at work, you fell for me, and I took pity on you.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

Bakugou snorted a laugh. “Stop worrying, dumbass. It’s not a job interview. Just sit there and be pretty, I can take care of everything.”

You wanted to argue, but he was already heading to the front door.

“Wait, wait!”

“What now?” He turned around to face you, mouth twisted in impatience.

“If I’m supposed to be your girlfriend...” You stopped mid-sentence, a heat warming your face. “If your family thinks we’re partners, then shouldn’t we…”

“Spit it out already, woman.”

“Ok, fine. How are they supposed to believe we’re together if we don’t have each other’s scent?”

Bakugou’s eyebrows almost disappeared in his hairline. Of all things, he was not expecting that. Well played, omega. Soon enough, though, a mischievous smile was quick to replace his surprise.

“You want me to scent you?”

“No!” Your eyes bulged. “I mean, not like— That’s not what I meant. I was thinking more of an object or something? I can wear your blazer for some minutes, perhaps?”

Fuck no.

“We don’t have time for it to last in you, guess we’re gonna have to do it the old fashion way.”

His inner beast was fuming in anticipation, that was opportunity knocking at his door and he would be damned if he missed it. Call him a sick freak if you want, but his alpha has wanted to bury his head in your neck since day one.

“Ok, so, maybe you could, uh, rub your pulse against my scent glands or—”

Bakugou cut you off with a scoff. “If we’re gonna do this shit, we’re gonna do it right.”

With slow steps, he approached you, eyes gleaming red. Your deepest instincts clashed between the urge to flee for your life and the pull to submit.

“Mr. Bakugou, I don’t think we should—”

“I told you already. It’s Katsuki tonight. I don’t like repeating myself, omega.”

You found yourself trapped between the solid strength of your boss’s arms and the edge of the living room desk. His vermillion eyes bore holes into yours, burning straight through you. You caught the faint flick of his tongue brushing his lower lip, almost unconsciously.

Submit.

With a sudden urge and a shamefully involuntary purr, you exposed your neck to him, feeling his pheromones hitting your very being. You didn’t remember the last time you were so easily affected like that. Without second thought, Bakugou sank his nose into your scent gland, breathing in.

The growl he emitted was utterly and unmistakably primal. You felt his hands grab your waist like a magnet, fingers digging in a vice grip through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Katsuki.” You chanted, whole body trembling with the foreign feeling. Was it a try to stop him or to encourage him? Neither of you could tell that.

“Fucking right.” Was his only answer, stubble tickling your skin.

Your hands clutched his biceps in an automatic motion, relishing in the hard muscle under your digits. His, on the other side, roamed your body up and down, sending shivers through your spine while he inhaled your intoxicating scent. It was like getting drunk on you, he’d never felt that way before.

In a heartbeat, he has you over the table, positioning himself between your legs and stepping back to take a look at you.

The vision before him was sinful. His little employee with half lidded eyes, her dress skirt slightly raised to accommodate him better, lips lightly parted decorated with a pretty lipstick, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Fuck, he didn’t even touch you yet. He could feel his alpha fighting for control, canines getting bigger with need, pupils dilating.

You snarled, impatient, pulling him closer by the sleeve, instincts already blurring your mind.

“Steady, omega.” Bakugou used his left hand to reach for your neck, thumb caressing your throat in a languid rhythm, he was enjoying this more than he should. “If you want me to scent you, all you need to do is ask nicely.”

You pull him again, but he merely pressed his fingers more firmly, not moving an inch. In a futile attempt, you exposed your neck further, invitingly.

“Use your words.”

The frustrated whine you let out might have been amusing if he weren’t already so drawn to you.

“Just do it already.” You mumbled and was met with a raised eyebrow. “Please.”

“Not very convincing.”

The closeness was making you go insane, and you showed him your fangs. He couldn’t help but chuckle, resuming his touch on your throat. Up and down.

“This is getting you nowhere.”

You grabbed his pulse, where one of his scent glands was, earning a groan from him.

“Scent me.” You said. It wasn’t an ask.

Bakugou didn’t have to be told twice. It wasn’t the plea he expected, but he was already repressing himself enough. With quick precision, his face was pressed against your scent gland, rubbing his cheek, jaw, and own neck in yours. You interlaced your fingers in his blonde locks, eyes closed, his scent invading your nostrils.

Time almost came to a stop when you felt his canines graze over your mating spot, breath getting caught in your throat. It only lasted a moment before he moved over, but was enough for your omega to make you give out the shameful of moans. His hands slide down on your back, grabbing ahold of your ass he brought you to him, pressing you firmly against his body, hot breath on your neck. Next thing you knew, you were wrapping your legs around his waist, being met with the hard feeling of his bulge against your core.

“Alpha…” You breathed.

His right hand squeezed your ass in a possessive manner, grinding you to him while he continued his meticulous scenting. You rubbed your own face on his hair and he groaned, feeling you so openly accept him. His tongue came out languidly as he licked a path up your throat, warm and wet.

“Fucking delicious.”

“Kats—”

[cellphone ring]

You almost fell off the table, your eyes opening at once. You heard Bakugou cursing.

It was like a cold shower being thrown over your body. In a moment, you were pressed against each other, detached from the whole world. In the other, the buzzing sound of a cellphone made you jump out of your skin, and from each other.

Bakugou growled, his alpha angry by the interruption, pulling his phone out from his pocket.

Your breath came in rags. Oh my God. Oh my God. With eyes like saucers, your mind seemed to process what had just happened. After a few beats, it looked like he had the same conclusion.

Bakugou. Your boss. Your legs around him. The bulge in his pants. The smell of your own arousal. Oh dear God.

The cellphone rang again, and this time he answered, never breaking eye contact.

“What?… Yeah, yeah… Give me a fucking break, old hag, I'm coming.”

He sounded unfazed, voice slightly hoarse, if so, but the way his red iris bore into yours and his left hand clutched the wooden desk gave him away. He was as much affected as you.

“Yeah, yeah, right, bye.”

He turned off the phone without a glance, still staring at you. None of you said anything for what looked like years, and honestly, you wouldn’t be the first. Slowly, you slid your legs from his torso, almost praying that he didn’t notice. He gripped the wood harder.

“I’ll be at the car.”

With a hand pressed on your chest, you felt like you finally could breathe again while watching his back leave the entrance door, body still frozen in place.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Bakugou’s car smelled like him. A lot. And oh dear, you were sure now that you also smelled like him. The ride was silent except for the soft noise of the engine and for your fingers fidgeting over your lap, none of you daring to say anything after the little “slip” from earlier. You couldn’t even start to express how inappropriate that was, having needed a good few minutes in the bathroom to recover beforehand. If he took care of the not-so-little problem between his legs, too? You couldn’t tell, and refused to even think about it, much less check to be sure.

You glanced at him sideways. He was looking ahead, one arm on the wheel and the other resting on the window, appearing unbothered. Even the way he drove was attractive.

Stop. You thought, averting your look. That was not helping at all.

You watched through the window as the scenery shifted—the cozy, unassuming neighborhood fading into wide, manicured streets lined with towering, elegant homes. Everything looked pristine, polished, and unmistakably wealthy.

The closer you get, the more restless you become.

“Stop acting like a spooked animal, for God’s sake.”

You send him a glare. “I can’t help it, I’m nervous.”

Bakugou sighed, pulled over near a big modern house, and turned to face you. You looked back at him, thinking he would lash out at you, but instead, he spoke with a surprisingly calm you didn’t know he was capable of.

“There's no reason to be nervous. I got everything under control. Let me handle this.”

You blinked, surprised. There was no doubt in his words.

“Also, don't let my family scare you out, my mom can be overwhelming sometimes. I'll be there the whole time.”

“Oh...ok.” You mumbled, feeling the wave of assuring pheromones he was emitting to calm you down. It was definitely working, your omega like pudding in his hands, limbs relaxing, heart slowing. Soon, the cold in the pit of your stomach also disappeared.

He felt the change in your demeanor, too, and hummed, satisfied, eyeing you carefully before moving to guide his car to the big house's garage gates, intending to put it inside.

“Didn't know you could do this.” You confess, still too lost in the blissful aura to care about the fact that you were most certainly entering your “fake in-laws” house.

“Do what?”

“Calm someone down.”

He rolled his eyes, moving forward with the car when the automatic gates opened. “Don't usually do that shit. You seemed like you needed.”

“It helped,” you said, more to yourself.

“Course it did.” He scoffed, maneuvering the car. “I'm no shitty alpha.”

Your answer didn’t have time to see the light before you were both interrupted by a happy distant voice.

“Look, Kacchan is here!”

Bakugou physically sulked by your side. From your line of sight, you saw a green-haired man wave from the front door.

“Fucking hell.” He cursed under his breath, gripping the wheel even after you parked. “Shitty Deku.”

“Kacchan?” Your voice sounded in his ears. He could feel the smile on your face, eyebrows raised.

“Don’t say a fucking word about it.”

“No, no, wait. Is that how your family calls you? Oh my God, that’s so cut—”

“Not. a. fucking. word.”

Your chest moved in silent laughter when he shooted you fireballs from his vermillion eyes.

“Aw, sorry. Kacchan, the big scary alpha.”

He growled, ears almost as red as his eyes. “Don’t fucking push it, omega.”

You resisted the urge to tease him further, zipping your mouth with your fingers, trying really hard not to smile.

“Great. Let’s end this shit show already.”

[…]

The house was everything you expected — and more. Grand, elegant, and impeccably decorated, it exuded wealth and sophistication. The Bakugous clearly had a keen eye for design; their taste in furniture and color coordination was nothing short of impeccable, a testament to their skill as stylists. The exterior was just as impressive, with a sprawling yard that could easily accommodate more than three cars, framed by neatly trimmed hedges and a pristine stone pathway leading to the grand entrance.

His family, well, they were… a lot. To your surprise, the first introductions weren’t filled with judgmental stares towards you, but with comical shock when Bakugou blatantly told them you were his girlfriend.

Masaru was lovely, being an omega and everything. He invited you in with a warm smile and a gentle hand on your shoulder when he felt your nervousness.

Mitsuki was… basically Katsuki with a skirt. An absolute hurricane. You almost jumped when she hit Bakugou’s head and yelled at him about “being a damn brat”, but then she turned to you with the most soothing smile and said “Glad to meet you, sweetheart. Katsuki didn’t tell us he was capable of catching such a pretty girl”. Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you adored her immediately.

You also met Izuku, or “Deku”, who you soon learned was the only one who called Bakugou “Kacchan”, having been childhood friends, and his mated pair, Ochaco, a happy rosy-cheeked omega who smiled widely at you.

You also noticed Mitsuki smelling the air slightly when you approached, and couldn’t contain your embarrassment when you caught her looking at Bakugou with a raised eyebrow, confirming your thoughts that yes, you did smell like him, and she absolutely knew that you were freshly scented. You averted your eyes when you saw Bakugou answering her with a more smug expression, shit-eating grin ever present.

You needed to remind yourself once again that this was your boss, cause your omega sure was forgetting.

The dinner was surprisingly normal. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you had expected, but it certainly wasn’t an informal meal in the yard, gathered around a massive wooden table. You had imagined staff serving some kind of fancy dish prepared by a professional chef, yet you were pleasantly surprised to see everyone — including your boss — helping set the table. Masaru appeared with a large silver platter, a wide smile on his face as he chatted enthusiastically about how he was sure he had cooked the meat perfectly this time. It was good. Normal, even.

Mitsuki and Masaru made you fill up your plate with everything that was in front of you, which you politely accepted, giving them a small smile. Everyone seemed happy, really.

On the other hand, the much-present scowl on Bakugou’s face was priceless.

“Fix your face, brat. You look like a gremlin.”

He growled in annoyance. “Funny, they all say I look just like you.”

“What was that?!”

You choked a laugh, noticing that the others were doing just the same. Masaru smiled fondly at his wife as if accustomed to all of that. Bakugou shoved a large piece of meat into his lips, chewing angrily. From your point of view, he chose, wisely, not to answer.

Slicing a piece of the roasted meat yourself, you took the fork to your mouth. Instantly, you felt the warm juices and spices invading your taste buds. It was one of the best meats you have ever had the pleasure to taste. You closed your eyes briefly, enjoying the feeling.

“Did you like it, dear?”

You opened your eyes bashfully, seeing the elder male smiling at your reaction.

“Very much, Mr. Bakugou, thank you.”

“Please, only Masaru is fine. It’s not every day that our explosive son brings a sweet girl like you home.”

“Was busy enough with my career, old man. Don’t push it.”

“I know, son. We’re very proud of you.”

Bakugou only huffed, resuming his chewing, but nodded in recognition. You could see he had a soft spot for his dad in the way he looked, tho he didn’t express it with words. That was a new one.

Mitsuki, on the other hand, wasn’t very phased. “It was about damn time, brat. I’m getting old waiting for you to stop your messing around and find a good mate.”

“Shut up, old hag. It’s not of your damn business.”

“It is when you don’t give me any grandchildren.”

You choked on your drink, getting flustered at the mere thought of.. Oh God.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’re...”

“Darling, you’re scaring the poor girl.” Masaru intervened, softly. She sighed.

“Sorry, sweetheart. But I am getting old, tho I don’t show it.”

“Expect a mirror on your next birthday.”

“LOOK HERE YOU LITTLE—”

“Is it always like that?” You mumbled, dumbfounded, while watching your freaking boss, for God's sake, almost wrestling with his mother like some angry pup.

Masaru chuckled, patting your hand. “You get used to it. Believe me, they love each other.”

“So…” Midoriya started, trying to light up the mood when the bickering finally stopped. “How’d you two meet?”

You immediately gave Bakugou a glare that very much said “I WARNED YOU”, but he merely shrugged.

“Work.”

Izuku deflated visibly. “Always the talker, Kaachan.”

“C’mon, give us the details.” Ochaco snickered at you, earning a nasty glare from Bakugou. “Since when are you together?”

“Uhh… It’s, uh, recent.”

Bakugou shot you a look that clearly said, “How the hell are you this bad at lying?”.

You gave him one right back, just as sharp — because he knew damn well you'd warned him about your lack of lying skills.

“Recent? How recent?” Mitsuki asked, curious.

“Uh, we met when Mr. B- Katsuki! When Katsuki entered the company I work on.”

“Oh wow, that recent! So it was love at first sight?” Ochaco smiled widely.

Bakugou huffed a laugh. “Guess you can say that, round cheeks.”

Oh, that wouldn’t slide.

“Well, actually, I think he couldn’t take me out of his head since the day we met. He practically begged for my attention.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes at you, and you smiled, all innocence.

“My son begging? That’s news for me.” Mitsuki laughed, delighted. “I liked you already, (Y/n).”

“Oh, believe me, he was like a lovesick puppy.”

The table burst into laughter. Well, in exception of one particular angry alpha, to whom you risked a glance.

Oh boy, he was mad.

You bit your lip, knowing you were walking on thin ice here.

“Isn’t that right, alpha?”

You were ready for his explosion at any minute now, but very much to your surprise, his usual scowl turned the opposite way. With casual ease, his face relaxed, ruby eyes a burning gaze and a wicked grin on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, one finger tapping at the table. One, two, three times. “I don’t know, omega. You tell me. How exactly was I begging then?”

You swallowed, unprepared, smile faltering. His response sent a chill up your spine, and a completely different feeling down there. You crossed your legs involuntarily.

Mitsuki snickered into her wine glass before taking a sip.

“Chill, Kaachan. Don’t wanna scare her off.” Izuku laughed happily. You saw Ochaco giving you a wink from the other side of the table.

Great, (Y/n). You thought, embarrassed, looking anywhere but at Bakugou.

“So, how’s the new company, son?”

He shrugged, giving a half-hearted answer. You occupied yourself by eating another bite of your meat while Izuku and Masaru talked to your “boss-fake-boyfriend” about him buying the company rights. Thinking about it, it was laughable, really, and a huge surprise that the half-ass part you two were playing was working. Never in a million years would you guess that you would find yourself in a situation like that.

“Wait, (Y/n),” you blinked, hearing your name being called in the conversation, “so you work with fashion too?”

Your heart settled as the conversation shifted to a much comfortable territory.

“Hm,” you nodded at Ochaco, smiling. “I’ve been with the company for some years now.”

“Oh, so you’re a designer too?” Mitsuki intervened.

You smiled tightly, prepared for the question. “Not really, I just do it for myself. I help with improvements on the work of the creators. One day, perhaps.”

“Well, that’s a very important part of the collections too.” Mitsuki said with honesty.

“I know, thank you.” You kept your smile. It wasn’t fake, you appreciate your position, really, but a dream is a dream. “Your pieces are amazing, by the way, I hope someday I can do something as beautiful as that too.”

Mitsuki waved a hand at you. “I’m sure you’re a very talented one, your dress speaks for itself.”

You were taken aback. “My dress?”

“It’s handmade, isn’t it?” She raised her lips in a smile, like sharing a secret. “I can recognize an original piece from miles. You made it yourself?”

You could be a goldfish with the way your lips parted. “I— Uh, yes, yes it is.” You admitted, suddenly shy. Who could blame you, honestly? Mitsuki Bakugou, the famous designer, was complimenting your own creation. “I like sewing my own clothes.”

“Wow, really?” Ochaco cut in. “You telling me you made this beautiful dress?”

A sheepish smile tugged at your lips as you smoothed down the fabric of said dress.

“It’s no big deal, actually. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid. My grandma used to sew with me.”

The conversation between the three of you flowed more comfortably than you’d expected, laughter and comments passing with surprising ease. Still, you couldn’t ignore the presence lingering in your peripheral vision. Every now and then, you caught Bakugou watching you from the corner of his eye. Even while talking to his father and Izuku, it felt like part of his attention never truly left you. Your eyes crossed more often than you should care to admit.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, and for a moment, you almost forgot that you were both pretending. Cinderella sends her regards. You discovered that Midoriya — though he insisted you call him Deku — worked in the police, stating that what he loved the most was saving lives. Later on, you found yourself far too amused when Masaru suggested pulling out baby pictures of your boss, which he, unfortunately, shut down with a loud “fucking no” to everyone’s face. A waste, indeed.

“All right, everyone,” Masaru began, rising with a champagne glass in hand. “I want to raise a toast to our Katsuki. First, because he just bought a freaking company — and that’s not something you do every day, right?”

The group burst into quiet laughter, even as Bakugou rolled his eyes and let out a huff.

“And also,” Mitsuki added, placing a hand over her husband’s on her shoulder, “we know you hate this lovey-dovey stuff, but we’re really proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, knock it off,” he muttered, though his gruff tone didn’t fully hide the softening in his expression.

You couldn’t resist the smile tugging at your lips as everyone raised their glasses. There was a warmth to this night that caught you off guard, and maybe — just maybe — a little guilt too. You hadn’t expected to like your boss’s family this much.

“Oh, and also for bringing such a lovely girl tonight,” Masaru added with a wink, prompting a round of chuckles and teasing from the others. “Cheers!”

You raised your own glass, catching a glimpse of Bakugou’s eyes on you — steady, unreadable. That flicker of something unfamiliar stirred inside your chest. A warmth that felt a little too real for your own good. That was sure a night you would remember for a long time in the safety of your nest.

Your thoughts were cut short by the sudden buzzing of your phone. You glanced at the screen absentmindedly — and your stomach dropped.

Ryotaro.

His name flashed insistently across the display.

No. Not again. Reality washed over you as images of him soaked your mind, it was like being hit by a truck.

“(Y/n)? Everything okay?”

Too late, you noticed the shift around the table. All eyes were on you, and your scent — sour, anxious — betrayed you. The three alphas present stilled, reacting instinctively to the Omega distress you didn’t even know you were emitting. You quickly ended the call.

“Sorry. Just some telemarketing crap,” you dismissed, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Y’know, very annoying.”

“Right,” Deku chuckled lightly, but none of them seemed very convinced. They didn’t believe you — not really — and the conversation picked up again more out of courtesy than comfort.

You silenced your phone and tried to keep up with the others, but your eyes kept drifting to the screen as message after message piled in. Missed calls. More texts.

The minutes were passing, but Ryotaro wasn’t letting up.

“What’s going on?” Bakugou’s voice was low, close to your ear, quiet enough that only you could hear it. He’d leaned in, head turned toward you with concern darkening his features. “Don’t fucking tell me it’s telemarketing.”

“It’s nothi—”

The screen lit up again. A message, bold and intrusive, appeared before you could swipe it away.

“Answer me, (Y/n), I’m not in the mood for your games.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed the second he caught the words. His jaw clenched. The scent of your nervousness only intensified, and his body, on instinct, leaned closer, protective.

“The fuck is that?” he growled, barely holding back the urge to snatch the phone from your hand.

“Katsuki?” It was Mitsuki this time, eyeing you both with new concern.

You jumped in quickly, before he could say anything. “I need to use the bathroom. Ochaco, could you show me the w—”

“I’ll take you.” Bakugou stood immediately, a firm hand closing around your elbow before anyone could argue. His tone left no room for protest.

He guided you across the yard and into the house, silent, purposeful. For a moment, you really thought he would take you to the bathroom — until he turned sharply into a hallway and stopped, placing himself directly in front of you.

His arms crossed, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read every unspoken thought.

“Mind to explain now?”

You bit your lip. “Not really, no.”

His upper lip curled a little.

“Omega.” A warning.

Your inner omega almost submitted to that single word. Almost.

An exasperated sigh left your lips. You honestly didn’t need that.

“With all due respect, I know I still work for you, but that’s not exactly your business, you know? Last time I checked, we’re still pretending here. You don’t have to worry about that.” You knew that wasn’t the proper thing to say to your boss, of all people, but since you were both playing happy couple in front of his family, you figured you had some rights now.

“It is my business when you’re standing in front of my family, my scent all over you, and you suddenly get all weird over a message from another guy. No omega, it’s damn well my business.”

You swallowed visibly, looking up at him through your lashes.

“It’s not like you’re my alpha, okay?”

He squinted at you, not very happy with that answer.

“Sure I’m not. ‘Cause if I were, you wouldn’t be hiding things from me unless you wanted to be put over my knee.”

You almost choked.

“Excuse me?” At this point, there wasn’t even a proper retort for that, and you could punch yourself for the way your inner omega whined at the commanding tone. Bakugou, of course, remained unfazed.

“I told you earlier, I am your alpha for the night, and I’m gonna act like it. And believe me, I do not appreciate secrets from my partners. Fakish or not.”

Outraged, you nearly snorted at the audacity, but one look at him told you he wasn’t going to let it go. The promise of being thrown over his knee lingered in his ruby eyes, making you avert your own.

“Just tell me already. Who the hell is this guy, and why are you so distressed?”

You sighed once more, closing your eyes and accepting defeat. “All right, so, this is Ryotaro. He’s… my ex-boyfriend.”

As you pronounce the last words, his face twisted with something you couldn’t quite name. Alpha pheromones thickened in the air like a sudden storm.

“Ex-boyfriend, you said?” The words came tight, as if he was fighting a growl.

What was that? It sure wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

“I broke up with him months ago because he—” You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to share that humiliating part of your life.

“Because what?” He demanded through clenched teeth. His alpha instinct had already filled in the blanks — someone had hurt you, and all he could think about was how to make the bastard bleed.

“It’s no big deal, actually. He made it clear I wasn’t the best option for mating when I caught him cheating on me.” You laughed dryly, trying to sound indifferent.

That caught Bakugou off guard because, one, what a dick. Two, what kind of idiot would cheat on you when even he could barely control himself around your sweet omega scent and demeanor? And God knows he wasn’t interested in a mate since, well, forever.

“I know. Pathetic, right? And with a friend of mine, if you care to know.” You rambled, mistaking his silence for pity and trying to brush it off with fake humor. “I mean, I’m sure you’re not really interested, but it wasn’t very nice of him to do it in my old apartment, of all places. Can you believe that? Didn’t even bother to hide it…”

He kept silent until you stopped the nonsense, realizing you were speaking too much. You cleared your throat.

“Sorry, it doesn’t matter.”

“He hurt you, didn’t he?”

You faced him once more, lost in the way his ruby eyes could go from domineering to soft, a feat you would never say he could accomplish. You nodded slowly before you could stop yourself.

He said nothing, jaw tight, the muscle ticking in his cheek. You wondered if he was trying to hold back a growl. Or a curse. Or both.

“Idiot,” he muttered at last. You weren’t sure if he meant Ryotaro or you.

But then, after a beat, he added, “You should’ve told me.”

It wasn’t an accusation. It was… something else. Something you couldn’t name. Warm. Protective.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Almost two weeks now.”

“Did you block him?”

You confirmed with your head. “Yeah, but he changed numbers. And I don’t wanna change mine because of him.”

Bakugou nodded. You didn’t want to give him any more power over you. Fair enough.

“Has he tried to see you in person?”

“No.”

“Do you think he will?”

“I mean… maybe? He’s being insistent.”

“Are you scared of him?”

“I-” You frowned, thinking of it for the first time. “He's never been violent with me, so… no, I guess? I’m just nervous, that’s all. I don’t wanna see him or talk to him, and he’s being kind of a creep.”

As you murmured the last part, your phone lit up — another call from Ryotaro.

“All right. Give me the phone.”

“Uh?” You blinked dumbly.

“The phone. Give it to me.”

“What? No!”

The call kept ringing, cellphone tight in your grip as you watch Bakugou’s outstretched hand. Waiting for you to obey his command like giving orders was his second nature. Well, you guessed it was, actually.

“What for?” You asked, carefully.

Bakugou didn't falter, raising a single eyebrow, lips in a thin line. He wasn't going to take it from you. He wanted you to give it to him, willingly.

“You really don’t have to worry about this…”

He kept in silent, as if telling you “I’m not gonna say it again”.

You looked at your phone. His hand. The phone again. Then back to his eyes.

Oh boy.

You felt smaller under his gaze, all the traces of an alpha in his posture. Not afraid, and not in a bad way. Just… compliant. Yielding like it was instinct. Without thinking, you slowly placed the device in his palm.

“Good girl.”

Your omega practically preened at the praise, purring before you could stop it. If he took notice of it and of your heated face, he didn’t comment, sparing you the embarrassment.

The call had ended, but he was already dialing back.

“Wait, don't!”

Too late. Ryotaro answered in two seconds.

“(Y/n)? Final—”

“Listen closely, you piece of shit.”

Silence. You held your breath.

“Call my omega again, and we’re gonna have a little conversation about it.”

Your mouth dropped open, disbelief washing your features. Bakugou didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. His vermillion gaze told you plainly: Yes. I fucking said that.

Your stomach twisted. Heat pooled low in your belly. You squeezed your thighs together. When did this hallway get so narrow? Has Bakugou always been this close? Right hand holding the phone to his ear, left arm on the wall, mere centimeters above your head. Would he feel the shudder in your breath?

“Uh? Who the hell are you? Where’s (Y/n)?”

“I’m gonna say this once, so you better listen. You’re not gonna talk to her. You’re not gonna look for her. And you’re sure as hell not gonna see her again. She wants nothing to do with you. And if I so much as hear a whisper about you coming near her…” A pause. “It won’t end well for you.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Try and find out.”

Click.

You had no words when he offered you the phone again, taking it in slow motion, your eyes never leaving his face. Awestruck.

“Done, omega.”

“I— what? I can’t believe you did that.”

“He’s not gonna bother you again.”

“How you so sure?”

Bakugou shrugged. “If he somehow grows some balls and decides to do it, I’ll keep my promise and deal with him.”

“But you’re my boss, not my boyfriend.” You murmur, still very conscious of how close you were. He hadn’t moved an inch.

His arm slid lower on the wall, body leaning to face your height. Your heart faltered, chest rising.

“Do I have to repeat myself? What did I say I was today?”

His eyes dropped to your throat as you swallowed hard. Then back to your lips.

“My alpha.” You whispered.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a mischievous grin. “Good girl.”

“You can’t do that.”

“What, omega?”

You gestured between you, your finger nearly brushing his chest. “You can’t say things like that when…”

“When?”

“When I’ll be working for you like any other day on Monday morning. This is— it’s not appropriate, we shouldn’t—”

Your words died in a gasp when Bakugou’s fingers reached out for your face, tracing your lips with a warm digit and parting them slightly. Your face flushed hot.

“Don’t tell me you’re not feeling this shit, omega,” he said, voice low and rough. “Because I’ve been feeling it since the first day we met. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Feeling… what?”

He chuckled darkly, leaning in. “That’s how you wanna play it?”

He was mere centimeters from your face now, hot breath mixing with yours. His caramel scent in your nostrils making your mind go fuzzy. You were sure your heartbeat had stopped once you felt his lips graze yours. “'Cause I can play, omega.”

“Please, stop.” You said, a hand on his chest. Emotion cracked in your voice.

He froze.

“It may mean nothing to you… but I don’t think I can handle being treated like a game again.”

Bakugou pulled back, eyes darkening into something unreadable.

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Just because you’re my boss doesn’t mean you can use me like a pastime.”

Now that offended him.

“Is that what you think this is?” He pointed between you, upper lip raised. You flinched. “Like hell I’d scent a ‘pastime’ like I did earlier. Like I’d risk everything I built for one. Like I’d bring a ‘pastime’ to meet my fucking family. Guess you’re too smart for me, huh.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

“That’s not fair.” You finally whispered.

“No shit, omega.”

“Katsuki—”

“The bathroom’s on the left.”

With that said, he turned his back and disappeared down the hallway.

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How am I suppose to hide this?

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?...

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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.

[shonen-brainrot]

Alpha!Bakugo, who spotted you and immediately recognised you as his omega: Katsuki hoped for your sake that no other alpha was foolish enough to try courting you.

Alpha!Bakugo, whose overprotective nature flares up at the mere sight of you, his mate, in close proximity with someone else. The annoyance and possessiveness surge within him – a declaration that you're unequivocally his, and nobody else has any business laying a finger on you.

Alpha!Bakugo, who's the possessive powerhouse, and takes pleasure in physically asserting that you are exclusively his. With his bulky arms draped around your shoulders, he's not shy about hugging, kissing, or even giving a playful smack to emphasize the point. In Bakugo's world, no one should dare look at you suggestively, let alone touch—you're unmistakably his, and he's more than happy to flaunt it.

Alpha!Bakugo, who's unleashing a low growl when you dare to trespass into his den unannounced, asserting his territorial dominance.

Alpha!Bakugo, who's on the brink of needing a muzzle to restrain the primal urge to mark you. His sharp, eager teeth practically ache with the desire to sink into your soft, firm skin, and he's visibly shaking as he battles to keep the feral impulses in check.

Alpha!Bakugo, reveling in the fact that he was your first partner and took it upon himself to school you in every aspect. To say he was thrilled would be a gross understatement - he practically owned the podium of satisfaction.

Alpha!Bakugo, who hits monthly ruts that conveniently sync up with your heat, creating a combustible synergy between you two, maximizing the likelihood of you getting bred with his pups.

Alpha!Bakugo, who's gripping your hips like he owns the universe while eating your pussy out. The flavor of your cunt is intoxicating, fogging his brain.

Alpha!Bakugo, who loves it when you give him head. He keeps his grip on the back of your head, switching between affectionate petting and insistent cues, all while encouraging you to take more of his throbbing cock in that eager mouth of yours. "Yeah, yeah, puppy, just like that, suck daddy's cock like a little whore you are."

Alpha!Bakugo, finding immense pleasure in watching you swallow his cum. A deep, approving growl rumbles in his chest as you swallow his seed.

Alpha!Bakugo, thoroughly enjoying creampies thanks to his colossal breeding kink. The prospect of filling you up with his thick seed and getting you pregnant with his pups is enough to make him purr and shiver in delighted anticipation.

Alpha!Bakugo, who cums deep within you and skillfully ruts his hips further in yours, ensuring that any escaping drop of his precious seed is purposefully pushed back into your womb.

Alpha!Bakugo, who, one day, catches a whiff of the change in your scent, notices it growing thicker, leaving him puzzled. Is there something amiss? Is it a sign of illness?

Alpha!Bakugo, who beams with pride and happiness the moment you reveal that you're expecting his puppies. The news fills him with a sense of accomplishment and a triumphant glow.