Trying that “husband’s friend feeds you” prank on Bakugou would not go well. He sees Denki trying to hand feed you something and he’s smacking it out of his hand before you can even lean over.
Always sending Katsuki those videos that say “This initial owes you pizza.” or “This initial owes you ice cream.” But he never sends any back to you. He doesn’t have time to doomscroll dumb videos like that! That’s what he says anyway until one day he comes stomping down the stairs, freshly showered, towel still on.
“Needta show you sumthin…”
You glance up, doing a double take at the way his towel is sitting low on his hips, water still dripping down his stomach. “Kat—“
“Not that, dummy.” He shoves his phone into your face. “How come I always owe ya pizza or ice cream but this is the shit I get for you?”
You watch the video with the caption “This person likes to push elderly people down the stairs on Tuesdays.” They draw your initial and you burst out laughing.
“S’bullshit.” He says it without venom before he starts walking away from you and back up the stairs.
“Wait! Does that mean you’re getting me pizza and ice cream?” You call out before he even makes it up halfway.
He ducks his down to look at you. “Fine. I’ll getcha pizza’n ice cream.”
You hear the creak of the next stair and you call back out, “Better watch yourself on Tuesday!”
You hear the step creak under his weight as he stops. “Didja just call me old, you fuckin’ brat?”
You have about 3 seconds before he’s back down those stairs, towel forgotten, before you really have to answer that.
Someone worked over the weekend and now my queue is overflowing, but they didn’t give me what I needed to actually start the work. They’re not around to ask either!
Frustrated, I grab one of my mugs and head to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea while waiting for this bastard to come in. I’m getting out tea bags when the cup slips right out of my hand and crashes to the floor. It shatters… One of my favorites too.
“Goddamnit. Fuckin’ piece of shit. Stupid motherfucker.” I’m not all that quiet about it since it’s early and no one is around. No one except Dynamight who’s now leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with some amusement. His biceps flex beneath his business casual dress shirt, and I suddenly have the urge to bite them. Or maybe just bite him in general.
“Didn’t realize you were sucha early bird. Or that you got a potty mouth.” He smirks.
Of course, I can’t even have a breakdown in peace. I roll my eyes. “Yeah, well, I was gonna leave early today so I came in early. Looks like that’s not gonna happen either.” I bend down to start picking up the mug just to have my hands snatched away before I can touch the broken ceramic.
“Don’t go touchin’ it! Where’s the damn broom?”
My brain is slow to answer, too busy noticing how his hands are warm, big, and calloused. We shook hands when we were introduced awhile ago but it didn’t feel like this. What changed?
“Um, closet? In the hallway?” I know it’s out there; my brain is still rebooting.
He clicks his tongue against his teeth and pulls me up to my feet. “I got it. Make your tea.”
I’m about to refuse when those piercing red eyes meet mine. Don’t argue, they seem to say. We stare at each other for a moment that stretches a beat too long. I look away first. Not because I’m backing down, but because I don’t understand this weird feeling in my gut.
Robotically, I grab one of the paper cups from the cabinet and fill it with hot water while trying not to think too hard about it. It’s probably stress, right? I dunk the tea bag in and try to focus on making my tea.
Dynamight steps into the hallway and opens the closet door labeled “custodian.” He finds the broom and dustpan then sweeps up my favorite mug and dumps it into the trash can without a second glance.
“Rest in peace.” I lift my paper cup in salute to the fallen mug. “You were a good mug.”
The blonde exhales a little through his nose. It almost sounded like a laugh. “S’just a cup, Pop.”
“I had it since I started working here. Got it at an estate sale. I guess I’m just sentimental.” I take a sip out of the paper cup and pull a face which earns me a genuine laugh from the pro hero. I smile for the first time this morning because, damn, that was the sexiest thing he’s done since he got here.
A week later, there’s a new mug on my desk with no note. It’s in the shape of his gauntlet. Cheeky, but I like it.
omega bakugou x alpha reader. brat bkg, heats, reader and bkg have the same genitals (p&v, reader’s dick is Functional), uhh icl im playing pretty fast and loose with gender and ‘typical’ anatomy here but it’s abo man you signed up for this. dom!top!reader, switch!bottom!katsuki. omegaverse, dubcon-ish, biting, some blood (from the biting), bkg gets creampied
this is. freak shit i will not lie to you. im probably forgetting some tags but i Need to get this out of my head and my drafts so i can have some peace
you don’t get attached easily.
that’s among the reasons you’re so good at your job.
legally, you’re employed by the “heroes health department” of the hpsc. really, you fuck for a living.
some heroes, though not many, happen to be omegas. omega heats are far harder to medically suppress than alpha ruts, so whenever an omega hero hits their heat, you’re sent over. of course, there’s systems in place to handle the less-frequent alpha ruts, but that’s not your side of things. there’s a team of omegas to handle that.
your job is, essentially, give them whatever they ask for. stuff them with your knot, fill them with cum, fuck them until they pass out. whatever they want and a little extra.
you’re on a sperm-killing birth control, naturally, so there won’t be any pregnancies, and you wear a guard over your canine teeth so you can bite them without mating. you give, you give, you give, and you love it.
it’s sex practically whenever you want, and it’s intoxicating having a pro hero moaning underneath you and begging for more. every hero is different, wants different positions and has a unique combination of kinks, so you’re never bored.
why have one mate when you can have so many omegas whining for your cock?
today you’re being sent to someone new. a rising star who landed the number four spot his debut year, who the public believes to be an alpha due to his aggressive, loud behavior and notorious violent streak.
the driver parks. katsuki bakugou’s house isn’t anything too flashy or obviously expensive, but when one of the curtains flutters, you glimpse a huge flatscreen, three- no, four- different gaming systems, and an alarm sensor on the edge of the window.
yeah, this is the right house.
the driver looks at you through the rear view mirror. “he was notified of your arrival but he is an omega with… unusual behaviors. you will likely have to be forceful.”
“thanks. i’ll keep that in mind.” you exit the suv, waiting until the driver disappears past the corner before walking up.
as you approach the door, the smell reaches you. it’s filtered, so not nearly as strong as it will be when you enter the home, but it’s strong enough to make you shiver.
you knock. no answer, so you try the knob. it’s unlocked.
a man who has an alarm system leaving his door unlocked? wow, his heat must be affecting him bad.
you push the door open, and the full scent of an omega in heat hits your nose. god, he smells amazing. like woodfire smoke and something sweet you can’t quite place. almost like honey, but the flavoured kind that comes in the little plastic tubes you bite open.
you close and lock the door behind you.
his scent hangs thick in the air despite the active ceiling fans. it’s coming from up the stairs, so you follow it, moving a little slower than you probably should. giving your scent a chance to waft upstairs, sure, but also savouring the desperate lust in the air.
his bedroom door is closed. you can hear a low, pitiful moan from inside.
your instinct kicks in and takes the wheel. you open the door, pass into his bedroom and let his scent permeate your lungs.
he’s a pathetic sight. fully naked and half-curled up in the center of a mountain of pillows and blankets. what a cute little nest. what a cute little omega.
you can see him sniff the air, catching your scent. his eyes close and, damn near shaking with lust, he whines so pathetically you think you can feel the blood pumping to your dick.
“you’re in quite a state,” you comment. “i could smell you from outside.”
“if you’re- ahh, fuck- if you’re not gonna help, get out,” he growls.
“impatient, huh? i guess i get it. it hurts, doesn’t it? but it feels a little better now, right? now that you can smell an alpha.”
he doesn’t respond, but he does move to the side of his nest, making room for you.
“hope your fridge is stocked,” you say, climbing onto his massive bed and slipping off your pants. “smells like i’ll be here a while.”
you step over the peak of his nest and kneel. bakugou grabs your forearms, sitting up and shoving his nose against the scent gland on your neck before inhaling deep.
you can feel his muscles relax, and you can feel the second inhale and how he practically melts.
“how do you want me?” you ask.
“i don’t care,” he grinds out. “just hurry up.”
“you asked for it,” you say, and then he’s on his back with your hand on his chest, your other hand reaching to pull off your underwear.
he bucks his hips up into the air. you can tell he’s in pain- there’s sweat on his brow and tears beading up at the corners of his eyes. he’s prettier than most men, and his body is a cut above. he’s the size of an alpha, and if you weren’t here right now, seeing him like this, he might even be able to fool you.
he said he didn’t care, so it’s probably fine if you go with your instinct on how to treat him. most omegas like it rough. you’ll start with that.
you laugh quietly. “you really look pathetic right now, you know that? a big-shot pro hero, whining for cock like all you want is to be my little bitch.”
you can see his eyes go a little glassier. he must like being degraded.
you put your hands on his knees. for half a second, he tries to close his legs, but he lets you spread them when you push.
he’s soaking wet. you won’t need any lube.
you slip inside of him, just the tip, and you wait for a moment, giving him time to adjust to your size.
he squirms. you throw all your restraint into the wind. you bottom out in one hard thrust, making bakugou moan so obscenely it almost surprises you. who knew someone like him could make such a girlish noise?
he mutters a, “fucking move-”
you allow the attitude. it’s kinda hot.
“oh,” you say innocently, “did you want me to do this?”
you start pumping your hips then, setting a ruthless pace. you twist your hips a little as you push back into him. you soon find a rhythm that has his back arching off the bed.
he shudders. his mouth falls open with your next thrust.
you lean down and press your lips to his. he accepts the kiss with a sort of hunger, biting at your lip and searching for your tongue with his.
he moans into your mouth. so he’s into physical contact.
one hand on the headboard supports your weight, the other wanders over his waist, grabbing at the slimmest spot and rocking him to match your rhythm.
“fuck- right there- ah, don’t fucking stop or i swear-”
you separate your mouth from his and move down to his neck. you scrape your teeth along the thin layer of skin over his jugular vein. you can feel his pounding heart under your tongue.
“or what?” you murmur, inches away from his tender throat. “what’ll you do? god, you’re squeezing me so tight. you really that desperate for my knot? you want it that bad?”
one of his hands finds the nape of your neck. “you talk too damn much.”
he- somewhat shakily- pushes your head down towards his scent glands.
you start thrusting faster, feeling his cunt start to stretch around the top of your knot. to speed up the process, you start sucking on his neck, massaging his scent glands with your tongue.
partially out of curiosity, wondering how he’d react, you drag your teeth over the gland. his response is immediate and rewarding. he bucks his hips up so violently your knot slides all the way in his dripping cunt.
the next thing out of his mouth is a hoarse, almost strangled moan as an orgasm has his entire body spasming.
he moans again and muffles the sound by biting hard into your shoulder. you feel a sharp, delicious sting and know he just broke skin.
it’s almost a shame omegas can’t make mating bites, because god, you would wear one from him like a trophy. you made him cum so hard he bit you, and on the first fuck of his heat? wow. this is definitely gonna go to your head.
“christ,” you mumble. “you’re such a good omega. didn’t even have to make the effort to knot you, you’re that willing.”
he’s a little more sensible now, because he throws an arm across his face so he doesn’t have to look you in the eyes. “shut up.”
so he likes praise, too.
you wrap an arm around his waist and flip the two of you around with relative ease- he’s too massive for you to truly manhandle, so he makes it simple and moves wherever you direct. you’re sitting up against the nest wall, supported by the headboard on the other side, and he’s stuck in your lap, so he’s draped over your shoulder, nose firmly near your neck. his arms are tucked behind you, in a heated, woodsmoke-scented embrace.
you chuckle. “oh, it still hurts, doesn’t it? sure, you’re knotted, but you’re so empty, aren’t you? poor thing.”
you can feel his slick on your legs, that’s how much is dripping down his thighs.
“i almost came before i even knotted you,” you whisper in his ear. “your cunt just felt that good. i’ve fucked too many omegas to count, but this pussy? it’s like you were made to take me.”
again, you feel him bite. he stays there for a moment, slippery tongue feeling at the indents in the muscle of your shoulder. his voice changes from the typical omega whine to a tone that’s almost normal.
“don’t mention them,” he growls. “not in my damn house. you’re here for me. just me.”
you can’t help but chuckle.
“yeah, baby. i’m just here for you. whatever you want, it’s yours. so tell me what you want, pretty thing.”
“you know what i want,” he objects. pitifully, you note.
“ah ah.” you click your tongue. “use your words, baby.”
“i want you to cum, dammit.” it’s muffled, spoken into your skin, but you hear it.
“good boy,” you coo. “see? that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
you start rolling your hips. both of your hands wander down to bakugou’s hips, guiding him up, down, up, down. your movement inside him is limited, but now that you’re focusing on your pleasure instead of his, you allow yourself to really feel the pleasure.
fuck, he feels so good. soft and absolutely soaked, twitching and pulsing with every motion you make. what a mess he’s making, just for you.
you bottom out in one abruptly rough thrust, and the way he clenches as his dick rubs against your pelvis is your final straw.
“oh, fuck,” you breathe through your teeth. “fuck, you feel so good. you want me to cum? you want me to fill you up? yeah, i bet you do. pretty little omega, just asking for me to make your tummy bulge with it.”
you grind your hips up, even though you literally can’t go any further, and you let go of whatever remnants of restraint you had.
he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, again, when he feels you start to cum. he bites harder as he feels how much you spill inside of him, so much even your knot, thick as it is, can’t keep it from leaking out.
he finally melts completely, curled into you as if he was half his size, allowing himself to be held by you.
he doesn’t say anything. you don’t either. you both sit there for a while, catching your breath.
you don’t get attached easily. it’s why you’re so good at your job.
