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My 1,000+ year old himbo BNHA OC :)

Some info about him:

Name: Aikawa (last) Takeo (first) - 相川　武夫

Name meaning: mutually(last) brave warrior (first)

Age: 16 (past) 1016 (present)

Birthday: October 21

Gender: Male

Personality: kind, optimistic, persistent, charming, friendly (think abt Captain America)

Species: Elf

Height; 6’8 (203 cm )

Occupation: Magician Knight (Past), Hero-in-training (Present)

Elemental power: Fire (from symbol), Earth (from species)

Summons:

Tomatsu (defender and eldest son) : Attacker/Tank, Teleporter, Demon Wolf

Tomomi (Wisdom and Good Truth): Information gatherer, Demon Crow

Reiki (Healer): healer, mother figure, Demon Panther

Symbols: The Blue Dragon (shown as the Eye of The Dragon jewel and black/grey fabric)

Past: Being an orphan from a young age, he was practically raised in an orphanage- unloved, bullied, and outcasted for being able to befriend demons (that haven’t gone insane). This caused him to want to fight for those who couldn’t fight for themselves- people and demons alike (that deserved protecting of course). He practiced to be able to pass the test to get into the well known Knight Academy. After getting accepted to the academy, they were tested for what sort of occupation they could go into (Healer, Knight, Magician, Tank, Priest), as well as the elemental power. He was shown to be the rare combination of a Knight-Magician, but in his test for power, he was shown to be a demon summoner. From that day on, he was outcasted once more from the stereotypes that followed demon summoners- evil beings that had the ability to kill anyone they wanted. His summons, Tomomi, Tomatsu, and Reiki, practically raised him and loved him throughout his schooling. He graduated the top of his class, and grew to be a legendary Knight, smashing the evil stereotype that followed his demon-summoning abilities. Although not everyone truly felt safe around his demons, there were those who felt enlightened to the two types of demons that do exist: those who lost their sanity to follow the evil demon king, and those who did not fall and stayed true to their nature- who went into hiding since they were normally at risk from both humans and demons. He eventually grew so popular that the king of the country invited him to be his own personal Knight- an honor in itself. But, when he found out the King’s plans to allow the country to fall to demon rule with the promise of vast wealth and prosperity, he tried to warn the people. Before he could, the King’s Priests sealed him and his demons in a shrine for 1000 years, where he was awakened by the USJ attack.

I will be posting a reference of him later but I hope you like him :)

Also he plans to have a harem since, yes, he is gay so why not haha

This is so well written omg I’m in LOVE~

٭ fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee ٭

fic-tags/warnings: OMEGAVERSE, mutual pining, friends to lovers, pro-hero!bakugo katsuki, omega!bakugo, pro-hero!alpha!fem reader, gentle femdom, role reversal, creampies, unprotected sex, heat cycles, canon-typical, sex pollen, endeavor agency (dergatory), nesting, scenting/bonding marks, characters are like 20-ish here, sparring as foreplay etc etc. 

wc: 11.3k (god help us) 

a/n: first fic of the year is omegaverse.. okay ari.. anyways! i wrote this fic for me and me only ngl but i hope you all enjoy my brain rot. nothing important to say other than some minor details 

this fic has been sitting rent free in my head for weeks. a couple things.. in my omegaverse au anatomy for female alphas is the same but to keep themselves knotted to male omegas when they orgasm they kinda clamp down on male omegas and catch on the swell. that’s the most important thing i think

also the idea of bakugo nesting is literally so sweet im going to cry i think. yeah.. yeah..

plot: you’re a pro-hero rookie and subsequently the outspoken bakugos partner. while bakugo assumes you’re a beta based off your disposition - he’s less than pleased to find out you’re indeed an alpha. he quickly finds out you’re nothing like the rest of them and that he’s habitually an omega through and through.

 tldr: female!alpha!pro-hero reader x omega!bakugo katsuki

Bakugo Katsuki has had a complex about you since you bumped into you in the parking lot when you were both rookies. 

It’s bright and fucking early - even for Bakugo, a little earlier than he’d normally getting into his rookie job. When he can spare the time too, it’s nice to not have to run into anyone. He’s not irritable in the morning, but the quiet time is appreciated. Midoriya is okay to be around these days but every time that bastard Todoroki opens his mouth - Bakugo feels like he might bust a fuse. The half-and-half Beta asswipe made a point of wreaking havoc in his dads agency and in Bakugos life because the blonde was easy to piss of. So, as much as he could avoid Todoroki in the mornings - he did. 

The lot was empty but an unfamiliar car was parked a few ways down. He doesn’ think twice about it when he opens his car door, snatching his bag and keys from the front seat before kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot. There was an unregistered rustling - a presence that made Bakugo freeze momentarily. Red eyes narrow thinly, palm warming in case it was some kind of intruder present. He pauses, waits, and looks around until a body makes a turn around the previously mysterious car. 

Bakugo is shit with names and faces but he knows you, miraculously. You were a relatively strong hero. 3 years into your debut as a rookie and you had never once dropped below a number ten spot - with little backing you up previously. People were quick to call you an underdog - a hero for the people, or some shit like that. High prestige for a reformed hero society that was at best reluctant to see new faces. 

Your hero name was your first name - just like Icyhot. Bakugo finds both of you annoying as shit in that right, but he can still admit that you’re strong. You’d spent a good few months at the number two spot before carefully settling at a 6th. 

Sure, there wasn’t a lot of shit Bakugo kept track of but his hero work was one and the most important. It would be idiotic to be serious about his goals without that sort of awareness - and Bakugo has learned never to lose sight on his competition. 

Long story short, he knows who you are. What he doesn’t know is why you’re here. 

He stops in his track, simply watches you inquisitively for a while. You’re going through something on your phone and taking a sharp inhale - before shaking the thoughts away. When you click back into reality, you see Bakugo Katsuki staring you down like a small dog ready to bark at you. Your nose twitches - sensitive to the aggression in his scent so early in the morning. You try your best to be friendly - waving gently like he was some kind of feral beast. 

He was, from what you’ve seen. You find it kind of funny. 

“Hey,” you greet, tone warm. You approach slowly, walking towards him carefully and suppressing the fuck out of your scent  like always. You don’t think he’s the type to take kindly to Alpha’s - given his various fuck-yous to them on TV. He doesn’t seem to notice, his aggression dying down as you get closer and unguarded.

“Why the fuck are you here, Y/N?,” 

The question was worded in a way that might have one believe that you two were familiar with each-other but his tone was a dead give-away. He was being formal with you which was a step-up from what you’d been expecting. You laugh, carefully adjusting your collared shirt.

“Man - nice to meet you too. I got a transfer a few weeks ago. Endeavor should’ve said something about it,” you ask, a brow raised. Bakugo recalls the last staff meeting, eyes blowing up out of his head. 

“You’re the fucking rookie that bastard was talking about?,” Bakugo questions. You nod, smiling awkwardly.

“Yeah, in the flesh,” you parrot. Bakugo scoffs, rubs a hand over his face before cursing a little. You stand  like a fish out of water before Bakugo gives you a plain look. 

“We’re partners - that shithead Alpha told me my new partner would be some fucking rookie but he didn’t mention,” 

“That it’d be me?,” you finish, not entirely sure what was so bad about the situation. Other than the fact you two didn’t know each other - it shouldn’t have been a big deal. It wasn’t a big deal to you at least. 

Bakugo has a complex. Several of them. What’s fucking new, really? The sun  rises and sets everyday and Bakugo Katsuki is one amalgamation of complexes. Such is life. He has a complex about everything and who he’s partnered with is directly in competition in a way he fucking hates. That’s why he nearly murdered both Icy-Hot and Deku and why they only ever partner with each other. He agreed to be paired with another rookie under the expectation they’d be weak and that Bakugo could assert himself and not think twice about it.

You are, unfortunately for him, actually strong. Tough as fucking nails if any of the fights he’s seen you says anything. It bugs him but maybe he could catch less slack given the fact that he was a guy and you weren’t but that pisses him off even more. Bakugo wants to be better than you despite everything, not because of some kind of shitty fucking misogyny.

There’s also the fact that Bakugo doesn’t know your secondary traits, no one does other than official agency members and medical professionals. You’d never said it explicitly - it felt wrong and kind of unheroic. If your disposition affected it at all, he’d guess you were a Beta. That makes him feel better and he grimaces at his own, shitty thoughts. Shakes his head like an etch-a-sketch before sighing. 

“Endeavor - that fucking moron. Whatever. Nice to meet you, I guess,” Bakugo says half-heartedly. It’s good enough for you and you smile, shaking his out-stretched hand warmly. 

“Nice to meet you, Dynamight,” you reply. You don’t remind him of anyone in particular but you’re not annoying - at the very least formal and cordial enough to avoid too much idle talk upstairs. Bakugo figures he can get used to it. 

_ 

It takes an hour for Bakugo to understand that he absolutely cannot get used to it. 

An hour, and Endeavor - that fucking bastard, had called the two of you into his office. It was procedural paper-work and mutual agreements as partners, what to do, things to go over. Long winded, typical, and boring formalities necessary mostly for legal reasons. Bakugo despised everything about these shitty meetings but he sat through them anyways. He wasn’t gonna fuck up his job. 

One part about this job was medical information - the basics. Any major injuries, blood-types, etc. In an emergency, healing heroes efficiently was key. It was mostly a precaution but it was necessary all the same. You only find out what was absolutely necessary, sworn to secrecy in case of any villainy afoot. One detail in particular was secondary traits. 

“No fucking way,” Bakugo scoffs, looking down at the paper in his hands, trembling like he was about to light it on fire. He flickers his eyes up towards you then back at the flimsy fucking paper that was mocking him at this point.

The last thing, sincerely the last fucking thing he could expect from you is for you to be an Alpha. But it’s written there, clear as day - and Endeavor stares at you deeply as you sigh and unbutton the neck of your shirt. A scent patch is heavy around your neck and Endeavor decides it’s best to let you two sort this out without him. Your Alpha is competition for his and he’d rather avoid any unnecessary conflict especially when Bakugo is this high-strung. 

It shouldn’t bother him, really. Society has moved well-past the idea that secondary traits are limiting or even telling about a persons characters. That’s why Deku and his Omega ass is so high on the rookie tier list. It’s not even that Bakugo resents the fact that he’s an Omega - that’s fucking stupid too. He wasn’t gonna fight himself on his biology. 

But Alpha’s aggravate him so much. So, so much. The only one he can half tolerate is Shitty Hair and Pinky. The rest of them are mostly assholes and they’re entitled at that.  Bakugo doesn’t think you’re like that - you don’t seem to be that way, but he does feel like you’re on some kind of advantage because you’re an Alpha and that makes him see red. 

Bakugo is mad, unexplainably. You get it, in a way. Maybe inevitable since Bakugo is kind of always like that - but you wish he’d stop fuming and scenting so fucking much. The entire room is thick with stress and annoyance. It’s making you dizzy. 

“Look - I know you’re not happy about this,” 

“No fucking shit,” 

“I get it. I get it - but your scent is really overwhelming and -,” 

“Oh fuck off,” Bakugo barks and you take another deep sigh. A feeling of frustration bubbles in your gut. You’re begging yourself to just shut him up - make him heel, but you easily dodge the thoughts. 

“It’s fine if you wanna beat the shit out of me but your scent is strong and there are other people in the building. Relax, will you?,” 

Bakugo finds himself annoyed with your utter indifference. That bothers him more than anything else that’s happened thus far - and he snarls, gearing up to fight you for no good reason. You’re itching, skin prickly because you can’t remember the last time anyone has gotten this upset about learning the news. 

Bakugo has so many complexes he could build an emporium and you hit all too many of them. He hisses with annoyance, teeth sharp and challenging. Your patience grows thin but you just sigh, not wavering. It isn’t the first time  and it wouldn’t be the last. 

Bakugo is just.. feisty. 

“For someone who hates Alphas for shit like this, you surely don’t have any issues instigating. Calm down for fucksake,” 

And there’s a brief moment where Bakugo can’t wind down. Too frustrated, too upset - and the realization that it’s uncontrollably instinct is when you unwrap the scent suppressing patches from your neck and the room floods with something so heavy and so calm. It smells relaxing - powerful like some kind of sedative and Bakugos brain flickers off like a switch for a few moments. It scares you how immediate it is. You sigh, frustrated with him and with all of it, waiting for him to calm down before wrapping your neck up.

He snaps out of his daze - dizzy, all the anger sapped right out of him, and he blinks a few times. When he looks up to see you, you look.. guilty?. Upset, and exasperated. His omega is hounding him about an apology.. The whole ordeal had started for a reason but it’s tough on his memory on if it was a good one. He just knows he feels petulantly upset. 

“It’s fine, Bakugo,” and the use of his name is forceful. The tone in your voice is thick, heavier and a touch deeper as you take a deep breath and sigh into your hands.

“I can request a new partner or whatever else. I’m pretty personable - please be mindful of the others in the building though,” and this time Bakugo is coaxed by the sound of your voice. Not your scent in the slightest, now once again disappeared, but your tone and words. Still talking slowly, quietly and level headed. It leaves Bakugo with questions and riddled with frustrations that he can’t explain. All he knows is that you’re upset and that’s bugging him, 

“It’s fine,” you say again with emphasis. He weakly tilts his head away. 

“Fuck, whatever,” and he crosses his arms over his chest. You smile at him weakly - a voice in your instinct quipping about how much you like Omegas that fight and you chuckle a little at yourself. Your forgiveness is sobering and apparent to Bakugo. He feels relieved by the way your heart-rate stops pulsing and shifts uncomfortably across from you. 

“I won’t do it again, so don’t request anything from that shitty fucking Alpha that’s our boss,” Bakugo says, in the closest way an apology can come from someone like him, You smile at him, chuckling a little and saying an okay as you get a water from the other side of the room and chug. Your hands tremble as you try not to crush anything but he knows you’re not angry. That was good enough for him. 

“Need anything?,” 

Bakugo shakes his head and watches the way your throat bobs as you swallow down another water. 

_ 

Everyone in the building has figured out you’re an Alpha.

This is troubling news for several reasons. How it happened, you’re not completely sure. Rumor has it that all the Omega interns caught it from outside when you took your patch off and connected it back with you. Eventually, Endeavor said it outright to ensure that everyone understood that this was all under strict code and regulation. Endeavor was too powerful a figure to fuck with or disobey so you had trust in the fact that no one else would find out. 

Most of the heroes and staff treat you the same. The Omega interns have been trying to talk to you for weeks now and you have no idea what the proper way is to explain that you appreciate it, but no thanks. 

Bakugo has been at your side to watch most of it go down. He hates it. 

It’d been a while since your transfer now. 3 months and some change but Bakugo isn’t counting. Not at all, why would you think that? You spend a lot of time with the omega - admittedly. Probably more than what is entirely necessary. Other than daily patrols, you also call him in the middle of the night about random cases you’ve cracked and Bakugo is always asking about why the hell you’re still awake. 

You’ve yet to give him answers, always whistling a little before moving on like the jackass he knows you to be. Bakugo nearly tore off Kirishima’s finger with his teeth when he tried to wake him during their U.A. days but Bakugo cannot bring himself to be mad at you for whatever shitty reason. He’is rarely frustrated with you - the competition between the two of you is friendly and light. Bakugo has no demons from his past to haunt and lurk in your relationship and you were never phased by Bakugo. It makes your relationship easy. Somewhat carefree

He’d become intertwined in your life  easily.. A sort of constant. Normally training and sparring - you’re strong enough to combat him without much harm and you’ve been able to pin him down a few times. You rely on technique but that’s inevitable and Bakugo doesn’t exactly get tired of you pinning him down after a loss. 

Sparring means sweating and sweating means hormones so strong Bakugo feels like he might choke on them. You smell good. Fighting makes your scent thick.it tingles in Bakugos throat and mouth and it’s mind-numbing in a special kind of way. He can understand why those damn interns chase your tail like some pups - catching a hint of it is overwhelming. Bakugo could probably know it’s you from miles away.

You smell.. nice. Not overly sweet - like fresh fruit or some shit like that. But not sugary.. refreshing and cold somehow. Maybe there’s a little mint in there too, if Bakugo is recalling correctly. 

3 months or so at the agency - and Bakugo has spent virtually every single day with you. There’s a quiet, settled intimacy between the two of you that never gets acknowledged. Bakugo refuses to think about how he feels and you never address it but it’s there. A grounding ember of attraction that makes everything feel different when you’re together.

But it never … goes away. Or gets any smaller.

A practical sparring session after a long work day is a common occurrence. Your first round - quirkless.His highschool habit of swinging with his right hasn’t gone anywhere.. You narrowly miss his fist, the warmth of his palm that sparks out of habit - but you do dodge. Bakugo is too much mass to be quicker than you so you slide. Your palms fly to his shoulders - the force of your body knocking him into the foam of the mat.

You grin - like a cat with her cream as you use your thighs to pin Bakugo steady to the floor. Grappling is difficult for him. His quirk requires agility so the floor tends to be his enemy. You, however, thrived this way. Unhooking himself from your tight grip would not be easy and that has his adrenaline rushing.

“All good there, Dynamight?,” you quip. You’ve pinned his leg with both of your thighs - your arms and chest angle to have his right arm locked up. Bakugo is stronger than you, technically - but you’ve gotten accustomed on how to disable his moves quick. Your scent glands are right next to his nose and he can feel the soft press of your tits on them muscle of his chest.

Your scent is so strong like this - any inhale of breath and Bakugo is fucked. The cup he wears for sparring proves doubly useful as he calculates his next to move. He hooks his leg around your calf and makes an attempt to maneuver you. But you seem to expect that too - forearm coming up underneath his chin. He can’t move with his neck pinned, and your heartbeat pounds. Bakugo hates losing, feeling bitter about the situation as you grin down at him.

He stares you down hard, brows furrow and teeth gritted. You lean, breath warm against his neck that make goosebumps appear all over his skin as you lick your teeth - canines remarkably sharp. 

“Tap,” are the words that follow, simple and precise. Bakugo is growling, low in his throat - trying to move. To win, really. But you’re determined to keep him in his place, your scent is distracting and pumped with adrenaline, and another part of him is whimpering under the touch. He’s thankful for his cup, no matter how fucking painful it feels against his half-hard dick. He keeps trying to move, failing as he thrashes against the tight grapple and angle of your body. Only when your arm gets tighter on his throat and when his heartbeat flutters at your confidence does Bakugo give into it. 

“Tap, Bakugo,” you whistle again “You lose,” 

Holy fuck. 

He unfurls his fist, laying his palms flat on the mat, and tapping thrice. His frown has deepened and he has no long how long it’s been since he got pinned down within that matter of minutes. The balance of losses and wins between the two of you is even but when you win - it’s always a quick victory. Bakugo hates that about you, a sore loser as always. When you finally lift off of him, you sit next to him on the mat for a while - stretching out your muscles as Bakugo sits up and gathers his bearings. 

His scowl is present. You’ve gotten used to it, laughing quietly to yourself. 

“You’re such a sore loser, you know,” you comment. Bakugo snaps at you, snatching the water out of your hand. 

“Fuck you,” 

You giggle again, leaning and bumping into his shoulders with his. 

“Sorry,” you say, drawing out the last syllable. 

“No you’re not,” 

A small smile flashes on your face - familiar and sweet. Your eager grin makes it hard for Bakugo to contain his own as you whistle. 

“No I’m not,” 

Bakugo huffs air through his nose, only barely keeping himself from smiling. In the meanwhile, you look deep in thought. Your demeanor catches Bakugo’s attention. 

“What’s up with you?,” 

Bakugos gruff voice catches your attention, taking a few moments to register his words. Recognition flashes familiarly on your face. You shake your head. 

“I’ll be gone next week,” you explain to him carefully. He looks at you confused. 

“What for?,” 

“Rut cycle,” you reply nonchalantly. Bakugo nearly spits out his water, warmth flooding his cheeks. He stares at you incredulously, unable to quell his own embarrassment. He can’t come up with anything good off the fly so he opts for sarcasm. 

“You get those?,” he says, hoping it masks his emotion. You chuckle, voice suddenly sounding raspy and out of place. Scratching the back of your neck, you looked amused. 

“Yeah, apparently. Been fucking up my focus all week and I had a flare up yesterday, so I won’t be patrolling until it’s over,” 

Bakugo knows enough about Alpha rut cycles to know what you mean. Living next to Kirishima during highschool didn’t have a ton of pros but it did let him get intimately aware of what pre-rut Alphas look like. More aggressive, more territorial, and with a horrible habit of biting through their belongings with sharpened teeth. It got pretty bad - especially for his shark-toothed best friend. 

He can’t imagine you doing any of that, but he also can. The thought in itself is somewhat embarrassing, but he’s still inclined to speak his mind. 

“I can’t imagine you like that,” 

“That’s cause I keep my Alpha at bay 24/7. My ruts are fuckin’ aggressive, man. This weeks been tough,” 

“How do you..?,” 

You laugh at his question. 

“Train. Alphas have to burn off aggression somehow, so they do whatever does that for them. Training does it for me. Sparring and shit like that. Gotta be careful about it though,” 

Bakugo gives you a look of confusion, as you pull your knees up to your chest. You rest your elbow on the apex, smiling sheepishly. 

“If my sparring partners an Alpha - the fight won’t stop till there’s blood, around my rut. Any other time it’s okay, but not before my rut,” you explain quietly. Bakugo gives you a frown. 

“So, do you normally spar with omegas?,” 

A smile flashes on your face - immediately sensing Bakugo’s possessive, omega tendencies shining through his generally aloof exterior. You watch him for a while, noticing the way his eyes refuse to meet yours. He gets like this more often than he realizes, you think to yourself. He’s minutely aware but never addresses it in full. Such a spitfire of a person, but a tender little Omega at heart. 

“I normally spar with betas,” you reply, noticing the way his shoulders relax. 

“Sweet smellin’ omegas like you normally decline training with me,” you reply, cocking your head to one side. Bakugo’s expression of offense sends you into a fit of laughs. 

“I do not smell fucking sweet! Take that shit back,” he insists. You can’t help but break out into giggles. 

You unfold yourself, leaning your nose towards Bakugos neck. His throat hitches noticeably, a small smirk gracing your features as you take a deep inhale close to sensitive scent glands. He freezes, the way your eyes settle and close as you take a deep breath. 

When you pull away, your eyes are heavier. Thick with.. something that makes Bakugo feel exceptionally dizzy. Your expression draws him in until he feels like he’s sinking underneath water, his Omega fucking screaming at him. He gets it but fuckin’ hell. 

“You smell like spiced chocolate,” you say cooly, the corner of your lip quirking up one side “Sweet to me, Dynamight,” 

Bakugo couldn’t tell you what it was exactly that was making his heart beat so rapidly in his chest. He could try blaming it on the sparring session cool-down, his steely nerves dwindled by the rush. He could try and blame it on the sheer proximity, that anyone would get embarrassed being so close to someone.

He could pretend it was a lot of the things. The suffocating grip of your pre-rut alpha hormones that became increasingly apparent, the dull but mischievous look in your eyes, the way your breath feels so hot on his skin.

But it’s you. Something about you, like this, so close to him that’s making his Omega whimper shamelessly in need. He curses at you under his breath, telling you to fuck off and die until your busting up in laughter again. The sound of your voice is soothing and Bakugo takes a moment to realize just how much he’s gonna miss you when you’re not here. 

He quiets his Omega who’s busy whimpering about how he’s missing your rut, frustration boiling in the pit of his stomach. 

_ 

More time has passed idly at the Endeavor agency. 

Dare you say that things had been going well at work in a noticeable way, You’d finally gotten accustomed to your new status at work and Endeavor had been increasingly trusting towards you and Bakugo as a pair in the agency. Bakugo had been put on patrol duty more and more given his tendency to run amok but you served as a good agent to keep him at bay. It worked in everyone’s favor, though Bakugo insisted the new little promotion had nothing to do with you at all. 

Soon the workload had been divided more evenly - you and Bakugo now working cases with Midoriya and Todoroki and consulting with police about crime rates. Patrolling was nice and all, but it was pretty low-tier hero work. It felt good for you to get back into the meat of it. The heavy duty stuff was what really intrigued you as a hero and getting a chance to explore it again after your period of adjustment was a welcome change. 

Even more welcome was sharing your experience with Bakugo. 

The grip the unorthodox Omega had on your keening Alpha heart was getting absolutely ridiculous. Everyday was another fight with your Alpha about courting him properly, but Bakugo isn’t your average omega. At least, not on the notable surface. Bakugo has plenty of omega qualities that sent you over the moon to catch glimpses of - and oh how these last few months have allowed you to catch sight of them. 

While before, you and Bakugo had to make up excuses to stay late after work, now it became a routine. After your average hours, you two would hit the showers and work on cases together into the deep hours of the night. Bakugo would crowd over at your desk as you two went over papers. 

You had so many incidents with the blonde omega you were slowly starting to lose track of them all. They blurred in your head all together as all the reasons he should already be yours and it was devastating. 

Whether it be long, deep conversations into the night about random subjects like his time at U.A. and what it was like shadowing Deku. He tells you in detail about all the things he went through as a kid - from inferiority complex and bullying to victim complex and the likes. It scares him how natural it all came but you were patient, attentive as he gave you indepth accounts about his life and what he’d experienced. 

You two had talked about your presenting stages, how you presented as an Alpha after a longstanding family of Betas and how Bakugo’s lineage tended towards female Omegas and that he’d been a special exception. 

You learned that Bakugo Katsuki needs a lot of sugar in his coffee because if food is too bitter, it makes him sick. You learn his favorite color, and get confirmation that his dorky hero name was indeed because of All Might which you find insanely endearing. 

You learn about his favorite spicy foods. How he likes to tie his shoes. How he doesn’t really style his hair but he puts products in it anyways. 

You learn that he nests. Not uncommon behavior for any omega but the idea of Bakugo Katsuki snuggling into his nest after a long day is a thought cute enough to send your stomach into a fit of uncontrollable butterflies and your Alpha howling about giving him a hundred things to put it in. And oh, oh god, when Bakugo Katsuki asks you to scent things for his nest with the prettiest tint of pink all over his cheeks and skin - you think to yourself that maybe heaven is a place on earth. 

It’s deceitful, really. You’d learned that personality has seldom to do with secondary traits, but you’d always found Bakugo’s specific brand of spit-fire to be so amusing. You separated him at first, rather cluelessly, from his omega traits because you honestly couldn’t picture it all the way. 

Lo and behold - he was an omega through and through. His reactions to little things and to cute things was a big tell - always amusing you when you two would pass by in the store and Bakugos eyes would linger just moments too long.  He growled at you when you mentioned it but was eager to accept the gift from your hands when you slid it to him covered in your scent  a few days later. 

His demeanor was still undeniably Bakugo - strong, powerful, capable, and a tinge sarcastic. It was impossible to change those aspects of himself and you would never ask him too. You like Bakugo just as he is - to you he’s as close to a perfect omega as there could be. A spitfire through and through - the mutual respect of strength between you two was a fundamental part of your bonding. You liked that he could hold his own, even though your Alpha insisted on worrying about him at every turn. 

You couldn’t be sure how Bakugo felt about you. Rather - you don’t know if it was still in the line of appropriate to attempt to court him at this point, no matter how much you wanted to make him all yours. Your attempts to bring up the conversation had Bakugo swiftly dodging, always looking a tad bit somber which you took as your cue to leave this as is. You were happy for the time being, with the way things were, and you wanted it to stay that way. 

All that being said - sometimes it felt good to go back to your roots. 

So, like your very first encounters, you and Bakugo had been patrolling a local area. 

“Wow - takes you back, doesn’t it Dynamight,” you say with a whistle. Your partner gives you a frown, huffing with his arms over his chest. He liked patrolling with you as much as he disliked it. It always garnered unwanted attention for you both from randoms and Bakugos Omega wasn’t a fan of seeing you get all that attention. Never mind that he got it too. 

“When did you get so sentimental, Y/N?,” 

You give him a pout, walking in front of him facing backwards. The streets were relatively empty at this time of morning - meaning you didn’t need to be too careful about walking around. 

“Aw, what? Don’t be so stubborn, Bakugo. It’s nice, isn’t it? All dewy and cold cause it’s morning,” you tease. Bakugo hates the cold because of his quirk, so your sarcasm makes him scowl. 

“Don’t you get cold with your costume?,” 

You shake your head. The mesh panelling let you the hot material breathe a bit and it made your costume virtually the same year round. 

“Weirdo,” 

Bakugo laughs as you gasp in offense but quickly fall back into step with him for your patrols. He would be more excited to patrol with you if Icyhot and Shitnerd weren’t a few feet away from you both, asked by Endeavor to patrol the area. There were rumors about bio-attacks in the area and he’d asked you all to investigate. 

Before you get a chance to blink - you hear the sound of Todorokis distressed voice come from a few feet. Panic floods your lungs as a sound of a high-pitched scream is followed by civilian yells and Deku running in the opposite direction. 

“Don’t breathe it in, Dynamight,” 

Your breath hitches as realization occurs to you. The documents mentioned that the villain charge had been using a toxin to mess with heat cycles and pain tolerance. There had been different versions for different secondary traits - a toxin for alpha and beta alike but the omega toxin had been used most often. You can’t imagine it’s for any reason other than to wreak havoc. 

Distantly, you hear Todoroki yell to passerbys not to breathe in and duck into somewhere safe if they happen to be Omegas but everything feels like it’s ringing. You try to reach for your senses but your hand is traveling towards Bakugos in a fit - you feel his fingers fit in your palm and a soft whine and you can’t think. 

“Y/N!,” you hear Todorki yell towards you, your eyes flit towards him - trying to remind yourself that you and Todorki needed to take care of this. For your sake and for Bakugos. 

“The report says that the Beta toxin is the least effective. Make sure there are no Omegas in danger the surrounding area and head back to the agency,” 

You nod, your grip on Bakugos hand getting tighter.  

“I’ll use my quirk to diffuse the air a little and make sure the area is safe. You think you’ll be fine on your own?,”

Todoroki nods before taking off in the other direction. You try and keep your head on straight as you turn over to Bakugo whose knees are buckling and who hasn’t spoken a word. Your hands tremble as you use your quirk to diffuse the air around him, turning to him. Even in the few moments, his pupils have dilated and his breathing is heavy

“Bakugo, hey - look at me, you still there?,” 

He blinks a few times before his eyes find yours. Lucid, just barely he nods. 

“Shit, I’m fine for right now but shit,” - he pauses before taking a deep breath - “I can’t move. Fuck,” 

He takes a seat on the curb, head pounding as the familiar symptoms of a heat slowly start to present themselves. Records show that the drug took a while to kick in but you were under a strict time limit. You help Bakugo on the curb, heart making racket as you see him settle down the corner with his head in his hands. Your frown deepens, and you know your moments away from disaster. 

Instead of asking him how he is, you tell him you’ll be quick. The surrounding area is luckily empty  and the early hours haven’t drawn out the commotion too much. You figure the villain’s real intention is a few blocks down in the busy shopping centre but you’d have to trust Todoroki to deal with the situation. You make your rounds, using your quirk to diffuse the air before walking around and checking on any civilians in the vicinity. Luckily it was only a handful of Beta’s out on a walk. 

Your mind can’t get off of Bakugo. You can smell the distress in his scent, where he’s seated and it’s suffocating you but you’re trying to do your hero’s work. You feel like you can’t move any faster, any quicker as you reach for your phone and text Deku before officially leaving the scene. 

You take in a sharp inhale of relief when you get an instant message back about how Midoriya is indeed fine and is with Shoto handling the situation. He tells you in good faith to take care of Bakugo. 

You can’t run to him fast enough, squatting before him - tone gone entirely soft. You reach towards him with your hand out-stretched, eyes wide when you see Bakugo. 

His face is bright red, skin flush with sweat, pupils blown wide. His lower lip is trembling. 

“It fucking hurts,” 

Shit. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“Can you stand?,” 

Bakugo nods incredibly weakly, literally moments away from breaking. You’re feeling exceptionally glad that you used your car for patrols today, parked just around the corner of the street. Bakugo is trying his best, his hardest to stay lucid but everything is heavy and his brain feels like it’s full of static. Everything hurts, aches and he just wants it all to stop. He needs something to make it stop, shoulders shuddering 

Fuck, fuck - he hates this.

You manage to get him into your front seat without too much issue. As soon as you close the car door, you hear Bakugo let out a whimper of pain. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, where it hurts but the tremble in his voice makes you freeze. 

“Alpha,” Bakugo hiccups, throat hoarse “Alpha, alpha - it hurts so bad,”

You swallow up your panic, immediately undoing your costume and taking off your scent patches. You discard the thick fabric, taking a deep breath before leaning over Bakugo in the front seat. 

“Forgive me later, Bakugo,” you mumble, feeling heavy as you rub your cheek along Bakugos before finally rubbing your scent glads across his skin. Bakugos lets out a soft cry of relief as your scent floods the car, calm and cooling. 

“Is it better, Bakugo?,” 

Bakugo frowns at the use of his name as soon as you say it. You can’t risk rejecting him and hurting his Omega so you correct yourself. 

“You feel better yet, Omega?,” 

This time he nods, sniffling . 

“‘m fine now. Shitty Alpha. ‘s not enough,” he snivels. You break out into a small grin, leaning over again to scent him. Bakugo lets out a tiny noise, so quiet you almost miss it as you scent him again. The comfort is so healing he feels almost sleepy - still hard but it’s manageable. 

“We should get you to a hospital or -,” 

“No,” 

You give him a look of distress. 

“Omega,” 

He growls at you, baring his teeth. He’s clearly not keen on the idea but you can’t help but worry. 

“Hate fuckin’ hospitals, I just wanna go home,” 

You breathe a deep breath. 

“So you want me to drop you off home? Like this?,” 

“You’re coming,” 

Your eyes blow up but Bakugo refuses to comment on anything else. You didn’t think there would be any room to argue and Bakugos scent was getting progressively more distressed as you were silent. You put your key in ignition, before reaching behind you to grab a blanket. Bakugo watches you with wide eyes as you scent as much of it was you can, carefully laying it over his body with a small smile. 

“We gotta talk later, Omega,” 

Bakugo huffs as he immediately cuddles into the blankets wrapped around him, pout formed on soft mouth. He rolls his eyes. 

“Fuckin’ whatever, shitty Alpha. Hurry up before my second wave his and I’m really fuckin’ delirious,” 

You sigh, nodding as you sit back in your seat, throwing your arm around the back of the seat before driving towards Bakugos place

__ 

Bakugo’s apartment is nicer than you expect. Tidy, spacious, with a large bedroom and big windows.

You’d stopped by a convenience store to buy heat medicines and painkillers along with whatever extra necessities and managed to make it in the nick of time. Bakugo had immediately told you to sit on the couch and wait - leaving you to your devices while you presume he went to change and get tidy. You sat stuck, taking in the surrounding view tapping your foot and desperately trying to hush your Alpha who was cooing about being in your Omega’s apartment. 

Before long Bakugo is shuffled out of the bathroom and into the living room - leaving your breath hitching at just how.. soft he looks. The product that he uses to make his hair extra spiky has been washed off, and a large sweatshirt and sweatpants hang loosely off of his frame. Bakugo isn’t exactly small but the garment swallows him up, especially near his waist. He scowls at you but the warmth in his skin is signature. 

You’re staring, you know you’re staring, but if Bakugo happens to notice he doesn’t say a single word. Instead he stares at you long and hard before saying something. 

“Why’re you still sitting there? Hurry up,” and with that he’s turning the corner as you stumble to your feet and follow him into his bedroom. 

When you get to his bedroom, Bakugo lets you sit on the bed as you watch him open up a door that leads into what looks like a large closet. It’s not really a closet but like.. some kind of tiny room and unmistakably - there’s a large nest working on the floor of it. There’s also a next on the bed somewhere and one you’d seen in the living room.

Bakugo hands you things with an expecting look on his face and you scent them without question. Your stomach flutters with warmth as you watch Bakugo meticulously place items into his next - covered in fuzzy materials in dark colors, soft blankets, and what looked like childhood stuffed animals. It made you giggle, the contrast in his expression to what he was doing. The next looked fine to you, watching as Bakugo repeatedly adjusted the same two things over and over was making you giggle. 

This time Bakugo snaps, skin burning hot from having you in his space like this. 

“What,” he barks, more like yips towards you. Your smile doesn’t falter. 

“You’re cute, Omega.” 

His omega is preening, god it’s so annoying. 

“…I’m not fuckin’ cute, shitty Alpha,” 

Normally, you’d let him win these sorts of arguments - but your Alpha is absolutely not letting it happen today. You let yourself and your Alpha loose for the time being, easily letting yourself be domineering as a dumb grin makes it’s way on to your face. 

“You’re incredibly cute, Omega,” - you hum with a knowing glance, watching as Bakugos eyes widen at your.. sudden confidence - “No arguing with me, yeah?,” 

Bakugo’s skin is burning red with heat, nearly buckling at the knees. You hear a soft purr come from out of him as you chuckle.

“And your nest is fine to me, looks perfect and comfy. Your second wave is gonna hit soon, so lay down,” 

Bakugo huffs, fighting himself over how obedient he was inclined to being as he turns away from you. 

“Come here,” he demands. You raise a brow. 

“Gotta show you how to get in stupid Alpha,” 

You nearly jump out of your seat as you follow Bakugo. You watch as he kneels and crawls into the nest, under several blankets - only moments later, Bakugo lifts up a blanket and stares at you. 

“Go turn off the lights and get the meds and water,” he mumbles. You give him a warm small - running quickly to the living room to grab the bag, taking a gatorade from the fridge and some water before hustling back to Bakugos room. 

You turn the lights down - the sun is still in the sky but it’s mostly dark. Bakugo seems to notice your presence - lifting the blanket again and giving you a soft glare as you sit on your knees. A pout forms on his face. 

“C-come in,” 

You nod, letting Bakugo carefully pull back and adjust the layers before letting you slide in next to him. It’s surprisingly spacious but you and Bakugo are too close not to be skin to skin, your breath hitching as he adjusts the nest - leaving the both of you alone in it. He refuses to look at you, but you can see him get fidgety. 

It’s strange. Bakugo is normally so headstrong, so domineering but seeing him get pliant like this is killer. Your urge to protect him and keep him close making it hard to breathe - but not just because he’s an omega. But because he’s Bakugo Katsuki and you’d do anything for him. Your expression softens as he turns away from you, laid on his side but his scent is so strong and distressed, anxious. 

Bakugo has never hated himself being an Omega but he hates the idea that he would ever need someone. He hates the fact that he needs someone to depend on and the line between Omega and Katsuki blurs further and further. He’s never once needed an Alpha - fuck he hates the whole lot of them for thinking he needs to be cared for, looked after. He insists it’s not all in his head. 

Bakugo has always had complexes. Even when the world was never against him, he always feels lesser than the sum of his parts. Alphas always brought them out, and he was more than convinced that they could all rot. 

But you… you’re not like them. Nothing like them at all.  You’re not weak, but you’re not typical. You’re just you - a testament to the fact that secondary traits have always just been secondary and everything Bakugo has always been afraid of. Worst of all, he needs you. 

He doesn’t know how else to deny it. His nest is filled with your belongings left in his car and have given to him. His day is spent constantly thinking of you, fighting off Omegas who attempt to court you, missing you. He likes when you fuss over him, when you take care of him, make him feel strong and let him be weak all at once. 

Fucksake, you weren’t even together and you were in his nest, during his heat. 

Stupid, shitty Alpha. 

And Bakugo freezes when he feels you pull up behind him, your arm snaking around his waist. Your chin resting on his shoulder, he hates the way he feels so at ease when you touch him, his Omega mewling like the traitor he is. He grumbles, growls at you but cuddles back into your arms. 

“You’re crying, Omega,” you say, voice rough 

Was he? He hadn’t caught it. He wants to blame his heat but he knows it’s all greater than that. The drugs and heat and pain were one thing but he needed you to soothe them and it was just so much. 

“Fuck you, Stupid Alpha,” 

You nose at his scent glands, making him shiver as your Alpha yells at you. Katsuki’s distress makes you feel awful.

“Would you look at me?,” 

Wordlessly, Bakugo turns over to you. His second wave was moments away he knew, and his distress was heightened but he can’t help it. Seeing you like this, protective, sweet, there for him is making everything in him feel so weak. And you, you asshole, you smile at him and fuck you’re so pretty.

“Shitty, useless Alpha,” his lower lip trembles “Won’t even court me, fucking asshole. Is it cause I’m not like those shitty soft little Omegas in your office, haah? Cause I’m so fucking -,” he pauses when he feels you wipe tears off his face, chest feeling strained. 

“I suck, don’t I?,” you say with a smile. God, god Bakugo is in so deep. You feel him lean into your touch, nuzzling against your hand and scooting closer to you. 

“Yeah,” he sniffs. 

“Hey Bakugo,” 

“Katsuki,” he corrects. You smile. 

“I like you, Katsuki,” you say, hand still cupping his cheek in your palm. Katsuki’s moments away from delirium, feeling your soft lips press into his forehead. 

“Like?,” 

“I love you, Omega,” and this time you’re looking at him, deep in pretty red irises with a gentle smile and even gentler hands. You hear Bakugo whine, whimpering as you smooth your thumb along his cheek. Everything is dark but you can see him clearly, lower lip trembling. 

“Then make me yours, Shitty Alpha,” 

“Should’ve done that awhile ago, huh?,” you chuckle against his throat. You nose the spot on his neck with a deep sigh, raring teeth before taking sinking them into his neck. He lets out a soft pained whimper as he feels it, body giddy at the rush of adrenaline claiming marks supposedly made. You soothed him by rubbing his back, softly humming against his throat as you licked the wound. You kissed it as it stopped bleeding before pulling away - giving Bakugo a warm look. 

“Mine next?,” 

Bakugo is still shivering as he moves next to your neck. His teeth feel more like a nip than a bite, making you giggle as you feel his arms around you - clinging tight. You giggle how rapidly he laps at the wound, nervous about hurting you. 

“Your teeth aren’t so sharp, Little Omega,” you laugh “It doesn’t hurt,” 

“I’m not -,” he splutters, clearly struck by the pet. You kiss the tip of his nose. 

“Spare me the lecture, baby,” you say with a grin. Bakugo’s skin flares up. 

“Shitty Alpha,” 

For a while you sit like that, staring at Bakugos soft expression with a grin. He was hugging you with valor, face in your neck. You use a freehand to mess with spikes of ash-blonde hair, scratching his scalp and smiling as you hear him purr. 

“Such a sweet Omega, aren’t you,” you hum, not a stranger to your Omegas reaction to praise. You feel him whimper against your neck. 

“‘m not,” 

“Yes you are,” 

You hear him making a weak noise of protest as he clings to you even tighter, skin warm. 

“Hey Omega, uh… can I ask you something?,” 

“If you ask me something stupid, I’m kicking you out,” 

You smile sheepishly. 

“I don’t think it’s stupid?,” you say unsure. You can feel Bakugo sigh against your throat. 

“Your second wave is coming any minute so I wanted to ask if it was okay to.. touch you,” you explain haphazardly, feeling awfully embarrassed - your Alpha rolling her eyes like you hadn’t been dreaming of mounting the Omega every chance. Still, asking like this felt.. awkward. You feel Bakugo freeze in your embrace. 

“We don’t have too -,” 

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” he responds back, just as quick as you dismiss “..’s fine. You’re my Alpha,” he says finally, deciding that it doesn’t need any more explanation than that. Your heart flutters at his words. 

“Yeah,” you reply back. A beat of silence passes. 

“I want to kiss you,” you say absently. 

“…You can,”

Your heart is so full you find it hard to breathe, Bakugo pulling away and looking absolutely gone. Your eyes widen a tad, a hand going up to his forehead only to feel it burn against you palms. Gaze softening, you feel Bakugo rut against your thigh. Delirious, vulnerable - cute. The thought on how many moments of this you’ve missed haunt you. 

“Going into your second wave over a kiss?,” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Alpha,” he whines. You chuckle, noticing the way he doesn’t attach any adjectives to the front of the name. You lean forward, pressing your lips against Bakugos, a free hand resting on his lower back. Your middle finger pressing into the dimple on his back, making him shiver. 

You can feel his hands fist at the front of your tank-top, deepening the kiss as you feel him get more needy. Your tongue is warm, strong against his lips and mouth. Bakugo can’t think of anything else other than the fact you were exchanging saliva - his Omega growing increasingly desperate. 

He’s so cute like this, whimpering into your mouth as your hands roam over the muscles of his body. When you pull away to catch your breath, Bakugo is already mouthing at you again. You slip two fingers into his mouth as a way to get his attention, but Bakugo’s eyes grow even heavier. You feel his tongue slide between the digits, wet and warm against the pads of the middle and ring finger. You groan at the way his eyes get cloudy. 

“Sheesh,” you say, easing them a little further into his mouth “Can’t sit still, can you Omega?,”

Bakugo doesn’t respond but doing this seems to satiate him for the time being. You turn on your back, stretching an arm out of the nest to grab a bottle of gators and medications you set out. Bakugos is taken to holding your wrist as he sucks on your fingers and you can’t help but sigh. Your Alpha is begging to jump his bones but you know better. 

“Hey, little Omega can you take your medicine for me?,” you hum. Bakugo immediately gives you a foul look. You don’t think you could reason with him even if you wanted too, so you don’t try. Instead you get Bakugo to lay on his back, pushing his shoulders back. 

“Lay on your back for me, baby,” you say smoothly. Bakugo nods - reluctant to stop touching you. You pop the medicine into your mouth, flinching at how bitter it is before swinging your legs over Bakugos waist and straddle him. You lean forwards, pinning him down easily as you connect at the mouth again. Bakugo feels you pop the pill into his mouth, huffing but satisfied with the fact that he’s kissing you again. 

“Wait,” you mumble. Bakugo watches with heavy eyes as you open the gatorade, taking a mouthful but not swallowing. His breath hitches as you come back towards him, holding his jaw open with your hand before spitting it in. Bakugo feels the liquid spill into his throat, still cold as he swallows it and the medicinine with wide-eyes. You feel his cock twitch in interest against your thigh, breathy laugh following. You pat his cheek with your palm. 

“Listen to your Alpha next time, Katsuki,” 

You feel his hands on your hips, gripping your thighs as he ruts into the cloth. He’s wet, pre-cum having made a mess of his boxers and sweats. Your stomach flares with butterflies as you lean down, getting the message. 

“So need aren’tcha, Omega? Just want your Alpha to keep you nice and knotted inside, huh?,” you mumble. 

Bakugos throat feels thick as your lips trail down, slowly sliding your body until your mouthing at his neck. Sucking the skin till it ruptures into a garden of purples and blues - just above the collar you’re sure he’ll get at you for. Bakugos desperation is apparent, grinding against your body, no matter where you move, to get some relief. 

Your hands slide underneath his sweater, pulling it up over his chest. You’ve gotten plenty of chances to see Bakugos figure but this up-close and with permission to touch sends your mind into frenzy. Wet opened mouth kisses feel cool against the scorching skin, Bakugos stomach fluttering. 

“Alpha, alpha - need you,” he whimpers. You don’t reply. Instead your fingers pinch and prod the nipples flush against your strong chest, fingers rolling the buds until Bakugo lets out a pitchy moan. 

“Sensitive little thing, ‘mega,” you mumble. Your mouth closes against one, flicking your tongue against it. Bakugo can’t stop squirming against your touch, the feeling of your teeth sinking into the curves of his pecks, licking against the wounds is making him dizzy. He wants to be inside, inside, inside - wants to give you everything. 

“Alpha, please - just wanna fuck you, please,” 

Bakugo’s need gets strong when he sees your head lift from between his chest - a dull ache from teeth marks making him hiccuping. You wipe spit from your chin with the back of your hand, drunk with lust. Bakugo is marked up to his throat, body buzzing with desire. So ready for you. 

“Just want me to sit on your cock and cum so we can be knotted together, huh Omega? ‘s that it? Can’t think of anything but getting your Alpha knocked up huh?,” you tease. Bakugo nods rapidly. 

“Wanna hear you say it Omega,” 

“Please, please - lemme you knock you up, Alpha. Wanna fuck you so bad, wanna feel you clamp down on me, pleasepleaseplease,” 

Despite yourself, there’s enough light in the nest for you to see Bakugos’ fucked out expression. His teeth dug into the flesh of his lower lip, face covered in drool, lashes brimming with tears. Fucked out beyond your wildest dreams and begging his Alpha to sit down on his cock and keep him stuck inside - he whimpers like a bitch in heat and cries like one too. Your Alpha is flaring, dreaming of draining his cock sitting heavy against his thighs. 

“Needy,” you manage out of a hoarse voice. You slide your pants half-way down your hips before shimmying out of them and your panties. Bakugo’s impatience becomes increasingly apparent as he paws at your sides. 

“Hold still,” you mumble - swiftly ignoring Bakugos pleas. Tugging down his sweatpants, surprise makes itself onto your eyes as precum soaks the head of his cock and all down his shaft. You wrap your hands around the sticky member, pumping in your hands with a whistle. Bakugo fucks into your fists for some relief. 

“So wet for me, ‘mega,” 

“All for you,” Bakugo breathes, eyes fluttering. Your heart warms at his comment as you line the tip of his cock up with your cunt. You sink down slowly, keeping your gaze on Bakugo as you lower yourself inch by inch. A harsh gasp tears itself from his chest as he feels you - rugged walls, like silk that feel so mind-numbingly good. He’s whimpering and whining with every moment - the way you lift your hips just to slam them down again. Bakugo can’t speak, can’t think. 

“Such a pretty little ‘mega,” you praise, your stomach curling with pleasure as you ride Bakugo - a soft hand wrapped around his throat to keep yourself stable “Gonna drain you for all your worth, yeah? That’s all you want right? Just wanna make me nice n’ full,”

“Alpha, can I make you cum? Please, wanna make you -,” 

You reach around for Bakugo’s wrist, bringing it down to where you were fully seated. Instead of riding, you grind your hips and position Bakugo’s hands. His large palms rest carefully on your navel, thumb brush against swollen and hard clit. His hands trembled. 

“Have you ever done it before like this?,” 

Bakugo shakes his head. 

“Rub circles, start slow,” you instruct. 

As soon as Bakugo starts his ministrations, he feels you clamp down on him. His throat hitches as he feels your hole flutter around him. Your face is screwed up in pleasure, shaky breaths and Bakugo’s Omega is howling at the fact he’s gonna make you cum soon. It’s all he can think about. 

“There you go baby - just a little faster for me sweet thing,” 

And he does - wholly entranced by the way your eyes flutter open and how your hands and nails scrape down his skin. You’re hips moving faster, getting so tight - so tight and so good, latching on so perfectly to the swollen part of Bakugos cock. He’s whimpering for you without a second thought, begging you to cum so he can feel it all over him. His fixation doesn’t go unnoticed by you, letting your eyes flutter open with a possessiveness in your gaze. 

“Such a perfect Omega for me, all mine - gonna milk you dry Katsuki, gonna make you fuck me fulll,” 

Without another word, Bakugo feels you clamp down on him hard. Your rush of pheremonse clouding his lungs and mind, mewling and pawing at your hip. Not even moments later, he’s shooting inside of you with a loud moan. Stuck firmly in place, he’s falling into quiet whimpers. The immediate spike of adrenaline, followed by a crash. 

You immediately position yourself with Bakugo still snugly inside of you - laying on your side. Your leg wraps around Bakugos waist, arms around his shoulders as you pepper kisses all over his face. You rub your cheek against his before scenting him soothingly, fingers running through his scalp.

“Omega,” you mumble, feeling a tired Bakugo nuzzle against your neck. Bakugo hums.

“Alpha?,” 

“How do you feel?,” 

“Sleepy,” he replies. Your heart clenches in your chest at his tone. 

“How many waves do you normally go through?,” 

“5 or 6,” he slurrs. You kiss the top of his head, scratching his back lightly. 

“Sleep till your next one baby,” 

And Bakugo nods, yawning as he falls asleep in your neck. 

“Ngh, okay,”

__

Lo and behold - Bakugo goes through several more waves of heat. Each one increasingly longer and seemingly more painful, but manageable with the two of you together. Scenting Bakugo, keeping him knotted, and swiping the tears off his face when he cums inside of you. 

By the time it’s all over, Bakugo is just barely conscious and it’s morning. The aftermath is less than glamorous- sticky, hot, and stained with sex. It doesn’t hinder you, kissing the soft corners of mouth and forehead until his eyes are fluttering open. 

Immediately his skin burns as red as his eyes, peering into yours full to the brim with vulnerability. He scowls at you, as your hands cradle his face. For a while you just gaze into them, smiling happily as your heart swells up into your throat. 

“Good morning, gorgeous,” you whisper. Bakugo frowns, blushing even harsher. 

“Don’t call me that,” 

“Morning angel?,” 

“Not that either,” he yells. You flinch at the noise before giggling.

“Morning, Omega,” 

Bakugo lets out a purr before thinking about it. Your eyes widen, laughter bubbling as Bakugo sputters over himself. You quiet him with a warm kiss to his mouth. 

“I fuckin’ hate you,” he mumbles. 

“Baby,” you say sternly 

“…You’re so embarrassing,” and suddenly Bakugo is clinging against you. 

“G’mornin’ Alpha,” 

“We should clean up and check in with work,” 

“Don’t wanna,”

“We can shower together, baby,” you whisper “Make breakfast and eat together - plus we gotta clean your nest. Be good and get up for me, yeah?,”

Bakugo pulls away from you with a frown, cringing as he feels the cold air hit his skin as he carefully deconstructs his nest. Everything is messy, sticky and clinging to naked bodies. Bakugo scowls as you crawl out of the nest and immediately rush to the bathroom. 

“We should shower first,” you cringe, cum running down your leg with a laugh. Bakugo stares down at his own body, agreeing. 

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Your first proper morning with Bakugo is decidedly unromantic. 

There’s nothing really beautiful about it. You’re mostly sat over the toilet, waiting for whatever evidence of last night to fall out of you. Bakugo on the other hand is examining the several bites and hickeys that litter his chest up to his neck. You’re bickering about it - more you laughing and Bakugo being very upset but still bickering all the same. 

“We marked each other in different ways,” you say with a shrug, making his skin hot with the reminder of last nights antics “Why don’t we leave it at that?,” 

Bakugos embarrassment is overshadowed by his upset rather easily. He scowls at you. 

“This is different, you damn vampire,” Bakugo groans. 

You resign back to shrugging, looking amused and pleased with yourself. It’s quiet as Bakugo continues to prod and poke at himself. You sigh, restlessly squeezing, and waiting.

“I’ll have to clean the rest out in the shower,” you mumble, standing up and flushing before waddling towards Bakugo. Your bodies are still sticky as you wrap your arms around his torso, underneath his arms and press your face against his shoulders. You kiss the marks along his shoulder blades, lips tangled in apology. 

“‘m sorry for maulin’ you baby,” 

“No you’re not,” 

You grin, teeth scraping against the muscle of his back as a playful bite tapers off into a kiss. 

“No I’m not,” you say, allows your hands to reach up and squeeze his pecks. He turns around, hopping onto the counter as you settle between his spread legs - feet planted on the ground. You rest your hand on his large thighs, eyes swimming with adoration. 

“How are you feeling?,” but your words carry an unspoken weight that Bakugo recognizes. It’s a broader question, not just about the heat but about everything. About you and about this and everything else in between. He pauses, looks at you with only sincerity as he thinks of the right reply. 

“Feel okay,” he replies. Your hands go up to cradle his face, brushing your nose against his with a soft smile. 

“No regrets?,” 

“None, stupid,” 

Your smile grows as wide the sun. It makes Bakugo crack a smile too, You kiss him softly, sighing into his neck as you give him a back hug and nuzzle against his scent glands - a lungful of spiced chocolate invading your space and making you cloudy. 

“Wanna get cleaned up, ‘mega? Let’s take a bath and then clean your nest up and then we can call work,” 

Bakugo nods, dropping his head on your shoulder and yawning tiredly. 

“Yeah,” he mumbles “Okay,” 

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You spend the morning taking care of Bakugo in a way you’d been missing out on for months now. Sitting behind him in the bathtub, rubbing soap over sore muscles and kisses his spine - whispering sweet nothings. Washing his hair under the shower water and touching him while he was sober, there with you fully. Despite how disgusting the both of you had been from the event  - washing up together had proven to be even more intimate than having sex all night. 

And pampering Bakugo is a dream come true. After massaging his scalp and sore muscles under warm water - you help him dry off and convince him to let you rub lotion over his body. In between moments, you sneak kisses on whatever part of exposed skin you can reach and Bakugo lets you. He asks you to scent him right after his shower so it can stay on all day and the two of you stand together in the bathroom light completely enraptured.

It’s disgustingly sweet. Scenting each other and kissing Bakugo as he allows you to see the Omega sides of him with newfound comfort. He whines more, pouts more, and everything about him is still perfect to you. 

After washing up, and changing into your clothes from your go-bag - you and Bakugo get a start on cleaning up his nest and apartment. Bakugo is clearly not happy about having to dismantle his nest but you assure you’ll go out and get all new things so he can rebuild it even better. It puts his mind at ease as you lock pinkies mid clean-up. 

The conversation of work comes up when Bakugo realizes he was missing it. You told him you’d called in for the day off tomorrow for the both of you - and Bakugo yells at you as he realizes the implications of that phone call despite it’s necessity. 

You also ask Bakugo about the heat inducing drug. He informs you that the waves were significantly more painful and longer than they normally are but admits that having an Alpa there with him definitely made the process easier than it would’ve been by himself. Either way, he hates admitting as much to you - grumpily putting the last of the sheets ino the laundry as he informs you. 

When it’s all over, the two of you are making breakfast together in his kitchen. Bakugo makes eggs on the stove while you’re busy cutting fruit and it’s quiet. Domestic. You set the table while Bakugo brings rice and the likewise over and sets it. Before you can eat, you’re waddling towards Bakugo and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

And his skin burns as he lets you, feels your strong hands run up his sides and hold his hips, leaning up to kiss him. Bakugo’s face warm as you pepper kisses all over him, eventually stopping to brush your nose against his. 

“I love you, Katsuki,” 

Bakugo scowls. 

“I love you too, Y/N,” 

And Bakugo Katsuki is still an amalgam of complexes but you’ve become expert at taking them down, one at a time. 

He is too damn pretty...ughh

the way you used to do - edema_ruh

chapter 14 spoilers

To all the people who believe property is more important than 600 hundred years of slavery and oppression of Black people.  

wrong in the best way

shouta aizawa x top!male reader

🐕 anon requested: ‘Third year and Aizawa. He’s on student council and always teases Aizawa during school. After school they fuck in the staff room. Someone walks in on them them.’

tw: bottom!shouta, teacher/student relationship, praising, hair pulling, fingering, sensei kink, getting caught, hints at threesome

This was completely wrong, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. His fucking student. He didn’t know how to control his thoughts and he desperately tried everything he could think of to stop them but it never worked.

Frankly, you were pleased it worked. You noticed what he was trying to do and you weren’t having any of it. He tried evading you at all costs; which was proven to be very troublesome as you were both in 3A and on the student council- and he was one of the teachers in charge of the council.

The day you turned 18 is the moment your shenanigans and teasing started. You did everything you could think of from unbottoning a few more buttons on your shirts to telling your friends the council meeting was canceled today so you could be alone with him.

You acted natural and normal until the clock struck 5:30 pm- when you were sure every student and staff member was gone and at home or in the dorms. You were both alone and you could finally make your big move.

While he rambled off talking about something- you already forgot about what- you rose from the cushioned chair and made your way to stand behind him.

He started fumbling with his words and quit talking completely when you caressed his chest and shoulders with your hands. “W-what are you doing.”

This was completely wrong, he should just stop you and sternly tell you to quite with your advancements towards him.. But he didn’t.

“Come on, sir. You’re just so pretty.. I can’t help myself.” You clutched his right hand and used it to grip your cock over your slacks.

You slipped his scarf off from around his neck and flung it into the chair you had previously been sitting in. “I know you want me Aizawa.”

“This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this.” You lifted your hand from his to tug his hair at the back of his head all while noticing his hand kept up with its movements.

The sighs you let slip out rang through his head like giant church bells. He tried crossing his legs to hide his growing erection but you acted quicker- tracing your fingers along the outline of his cock.

You chuckled at the sight; his words not mirroring his actions at all. “You’re already so hard.” Your breath fanned across his cheek before you yanked at his hair again and that seemed to be the final straw for Aizawa.

You quickly hopped to the side when he abruptly stood up, causing his chair to skid backwards and almost bump into your legs. This alarmed you and you worried that he was actually going to begin yelling at you about how it’s unprofessional and completely wrong.

But it never came. He never yelled and he never scolded you. It was quite the opposite in fact. He tugged at the sides of your half unbuttoned shirt and pulled your body into his to push his lips against your own.

You backed away from him, ignoring his rightfully confused face. You walked to the side of the long table and bent him over the fine crafted wood.

“I’ve been fucking dreaming of this moment, ‘Zawa.”

The confession slipped out out of nowhere. He couldn’t deny that his mere thoughts of you turned out to be bigger than just wanting you.

Before you could even bring yourself to unbotton his pants, he was already pulling them- along with his boxers- down to rest at his knees where they stayed. It took you a minute to get used to the sight in front of your eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” It was muttered under your breath. More to yourself than anything; thankfully Shouta’s long dark hair hid the way his face burned up at your comments.

He couldn’t handle waiting any longer, “Get on with it.” A staff member could potentially walk in at any time. Had you even locked the door? There was no room to take any chances.

“Pushy now, are we?”

He groaned and although you couldn’t see his face, you assumed he was going to begin to demand you to do something but you didn’t give him a chance. You stuck your index and middle fingers down your throat until they were fairly coated in your spit- using the tip of your middle finger to prod at his hole before slowly pushing it inside.

His knuckles bled white with red on the ends when his grip on the edge of the table tightened— his breath slowed significantly and he gradually begun to loosen his grip on the table. “Ya’ doin’ okay?”

You had to assume that this was his first time doing anything like this by the way he was reacting. He hummed in agreement and lightly pushed his hips onto your hand.

Spit dripped from your lips and on your fingers when you gently started to pull your finger back and forth. “It’ll feel good in a bit, I promise. Jus’ relax.”

And he seemed to trust your word enough to un-tense his back and shoulders entirely and visibly relaxed around your finger. He yelped and twitched when you slipped your index finger next to your middle finger.

Through his hair you noticed how roughly he was biting into his lower lip; you almost thought he was going to draw blood. You threw his hair out of his face and squeezed his face enough for him to let go of his lip.

“Oh come on, no one’s here.” When you bent down to whisper in his ear, your fingers sped up which made him let out an unexpected moan, “Be as loud as you want, Sensei.”

You accentuated the title and he constricted around your fingers more than he was. It was only when he quickly relaxed that you pushed in your ring finger. “Hm do you like that, Sensei?”

The stuttering of his words made it impossible to understand what he was saying— moreso what he was trying to say. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

He didn’t care for your teasing not one bit. But the more he tried to make a snarky comment back at you, the more he stumbled on every word. “M.. More.” The table slid across the floor just a bit when Shouta jerked against it as you finally found his prostate.

“Did I hit that pretty spot?”

You curled your fingers in the same manner you had before and watched as his thighs tensed up at the action. “M..”

This was completely wrong, but why did it feel so good?

“Does Sensei want more?” The teasing made you excited. You knew he wouldn’t be able to retaliate, so you took every chance he basically handed you on a silver platter to tease him. “So desperate... Must’ve been a while since you’ve fucked huh?”

He hid his face away in the crevice of his elbow and that was the only response you needed to confirm you were indeed correct. “Than that means you must be extra sensitive..”

You spit into your free hand and snaked your arm around his waist to wrap your hand around his cock. His back arched as much as the space between him and the table would allow and his sleeve did absolutely nothing to muffle his incredibly loud moan. “You’re so tight. S’gonna feel great around me.”

“Agh- fuck, no don’t!” His teeth bit and pulled at the sleeve of his shirt while his legs slightly shook with having to hold his weight up. He didn’t give you a second to poke fun at him before he was grinding into your hand until you felt soemthing sticky rope between his fingers.

You pulled both hands away and tugged his head back and watched him suck your fingers clean. You unbuckled your belt and didn’t try pulling your pants down to pull your cock out and rub it around his hole.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, get on with-“

The door to the staff room you forgot to lock flung open and in the doorway stood a very shocked bright man. And for the first time since you started attending UA, Hizashi Yamada was speechless.

Both of them were too out of words to say anything but you didn’t miss the noticeable tent in his pants. “I’ll let you have a taste if you can keep this a secret.”

Surprised but in no position to complain which he wouldn’t even if he could, Shouta gave him and expectant look and Yamada shut the door behind hm. “I... Okay.”

Before continuing any further, you cleaned up everything and put everything back in place until there was no trace of you even being there.

Though no words were exchanged, it was silently known that you would’ve been there til’ the sun rose if you stayed.

Deciding to continue in your dorm room where none of you got much sleep due to a very eventful night.

Big Heart=Trouble. Kirishima Eijiro

   Help and Hide Series. Kiri Edition

  Bakugo Ed.  Denki Ed.  Todoroki Ed.  Midoriya Ed.  Shinso Ed.  Iida Ed.  Aizawa Ed.   Tamaki Ed.   Hawks Ed.  Dabi Ed.  Shiggy Ed.

       + You had a big heart that much was evident to anyone. Sometimes that big heart got you in trouble. Naturally you always wanted to help people, hence joining the Hero Course at UA. One day, you did get in trouble just innocently helping someone being bullied and couldn’t help yourself afterwards. Your quirk couldn’t match theirs in the moment and you ran for help. Finding your help and hiding spot with Kirishima, the loveable rock.

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      Sometimes being the nice person can really bite you in the ass. Be nice to the wrong person and you could have a couple things be the result. One, nothing could happen. Two, you could be seen as a bad person. And three, it could turn whatever was happening on you. That third bit happened a lot to me.

       “L/N! Uraraka and I are going to get something to eat. Do you want anything?” Su asked me. I looked up from my book and shook my head.

       “Thanks but I am okay. Have fun!” I waved as they jogged off. I looked up at the clear sky and closed my eyes. I sighed in content. It was nice day of refreshment at the park after the long, tiring days we have had lately. A lot of training and gloomy, dark days on top of it are not fun mixes.

       “Can you believe it?” I heard Midoriya yell in excitement. I cracked my eyes open and looked to my left to see him and Todoroki lounging in the grass a few feet from me. Midoriya was fanboying over something again and Todoroki was just watching him amused, head resting on his hand as he laid on his stomach.

       “Adorable.” I whispered and turned back forward. Kiri and Bakugo were playing a rough game of catch while Sero and Mina were huddled around Kaminari looking at something on his phone. My gaze lingered on Kiri as he smiled wide at his friends. As if feeling my gaze, he turned and caught my gaze. He smiled wide again before winking. I blushed and looked down smiling. He is such a flirt.

      Others that decided to join us were scattered around the park. I was just about to go back to my book when a distressed voice caught my attention. I looked up, searching for the source when I saw a woman and a man walking deeper into the park and the woman looked distressed. I immediately got up and followed, not liking the feeling I got from seeing them.

      “Please, just let me go.”

      “No! I want your money. Now!” The man yelled and I heard the woman whimper. A pang hit my heart and I sped up. I turned around a corner and saw the man pinning the woman and holding her at the mercy of his quirk. A hand to blade quirk it looked like. Something my vegetation quirk would have little effect on.

      “Hey!” I yelled. Both of their heads whipped towards me. “Let her go.” I said firmly. The man just laughed at me.

      “Get lost little girl. This has nothing to do with you. Run along.” He turned his attention back to the woman while she looked at me fearfully.

      “I said…” I started, lifting my hand. He side eyed me. “Let her go.” I repeated but this time punctuated my statement with the flash of vines tangling around the man’s blade arm. I moved my arm yanking him off the woman. “Go!” The woman ran. She went by me, thanking me and I watch as see runs out of sight. I turn back when I heard the sound of him cutting the vines.

      “You little…” The man growled before charging at me. I dodged his attacks and continued to use my quirk to little avail. Knowing he was getting angrier and closer, I did one last hit before retreating. I ran through the trees purposely. I heard him yelling but I lost him, for now. I leant against a tree to catch my breath.

      “L/N?” I heard Kiri call out. “You out here?”

      “Kiri!” I called back. I finally heard the man coming up on me again. I run in the direction I heard the sharp toothed red head. I snuck a peak behind me only to run into something hard.

      “Woah there! What’s the rush…”

      “Shh!” I shushed him before pulling him with me. He questioned me until he heard the yelling behind me. He let me pull him to the tree line opening into the park clearing. I ran to the spot where his stuff was at and grab his blanket. I stopped and pulled him down with me to sit at the base of a tree. I pulled the blanket over our shoulders.

      “What?” He looked at me confused but let me do whatever. In the corner of me eye, I saw the man come into the clearing looking around frantically. He deactivated his quirk but came our way. I yelped a little before grabbing his arm and maneuvering it around my shoulder.

      “Please just… go with it!” I said, eyes still locked on the man. He followed my gaze and spotted him. I set my head on his shoulder and pulled the blanket higher.

      Kiri finally understood my discomfort and took if one step further. He moved and pulled my into his side tighter and propped his knees up in front of us. He reached up and moved my head further into his neck before leaning his head on top of mine. He cuddled into me and I blushed.

      “Little bitch.” The man got closer and I turned my head to nuzzle into Kiri’s neck. He held me tighter. Just as the man got within a few feet of us, Kiri seemed to have another idea. He gently grabbed my chin and moved my head to kiss me softly. I made a surprised sound but fell into it easily. He moved slightly in front of me and held me tight.

      “Kiri.” I whispered as he pulled away so we could breathe. We looked each other in the eyes longingly before moving in for another kiss. This kiss was more than the last. That’s all I could describe it as, more. We only pulled away when someone yelled.

      “That’s him!” We pulled away and saw the woman with two police officers. I smiled as they arrested the man. “Where is she?”

      “Who?” One of the policeman asked.

      “The girl that helped me. There was a young girl with a vegetation quirk that helped me. I wanted to thank her.” Kiri turned to me and raised an eyebrow. I just smiled before looking back at them. The police escorted the man away as the woman stayed, looking around. She seems to give up with a huff before smiling at nothing.

      “You and your big heart.” He said while leaning back against the tree with me still pulled into his side.

      “What can I say? I like helping people.” His head fell back in exasperation.

      “I know and there’s nothing wrong with it. You just have a bad habit of getting into trouble on days where you are supposed to be RELAXING.” He put emphasis on the last word before pecking my nose. I froze before blushing and touching the tip of my nose.

      “Eep.” I accidentally let out the sound of excitement.

      “Oh? What was that little pebble?” Kiri teased. I looked up at him wide-eyed. He gave me a toothy grin before gently kissing me again. The only thing that pulled us apart we the sound of the snap of a phone camera. We looked and saw Kami and Mina sitting by us with Kami’s phone pointed towards us. Bakugo and Sero were standing a few feet behind them.

      “You guys are cute!” Kami yelled.

      “Are you two dating now?” Mina suddenly asked. Kiri stalled for a second before looking at me in question. We looked at each other for a second before I smiled and nodded the slightest bit. He smiled wide and kissed me forehead.

      “Yep.” Kiri answered.

      “About damn time you damn extras. I was getting real tired of your relentless pining for each other.” Bakugo exclaimed before turning to walk away. I blushed and hid my face in Kiri’s neck. They all laughed and I heard another snap of the camera.

      “Get lost you jerks.” Kiri laughed before cuddling into me again.

KINKTOBER 2020

1st: Masturbation | Tenya lida

2nd: Phone Sex | Dabi

3rd: Mutual Masturbation | Denki Kaminari

4th: Blowjob | Hitoshi Shinsou

5th: Facesitting | Shōta Aizawa / Eraserhead

6th: First Time | Tamaki Amajiki

7th: Thigh Riding | Eijirō Kirishima

8th: Spanking | Tomura Shigaraki

9th: Semi-Public Sex | Izuku Midoriya

10th: Pegging | MirkoHawks

11th: Creampie | Fatgum

12th: Cross-Dressing | Keigo Takami / Hawks

13th: Public Sex | Katsuki Bakugō

14th: Blood Play | Keigo Takami / Hawks

15th: Weapon Play | Dabi

16th: Knife Play | unknow (requests open)

17th: Bondage | Hitoshi Shinsō

18th: Photoaraphy | Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

19th: Breeding | unknown (requests open)

20th: Cock Worship | Katsuki Bakugō

21st: Overstimulation | Denki Kaminari

22nd: Hunter / Prey | Shōta Aizawa / Eraserhead

23rd: Somnophilia | Keigo Takami / Hawks

24th: Orgasm Denial | unknown (requests open)

25th: Threesome | ShinKami | EraserMic | HawksDabi | KiriBaku

26th: Aphrodisiac | Tomura Shigaraki

27th: Temperature Play | Shōto Todoroki

28th: ​​Cuckolding | EraserMic| DabiHawks | KiriBaku | ShinKami

29th: Sensory Deprivation | unknown (requests open)

30th: Fangs | Keigo Takami / Hawks

31st: Halloween (surprise !!!)