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“Kacchan.”
Katsuki half-heartedly hums, floating between reality and dreamworld. He barely hears or feels the insistent shifting beside him, along with the familiar grumbling from his omega, too busy drooling on his pillow.
“Mm?”
“Kacchann.”
Another grunt, and blond brows furrow when someone pokes his cheek.
“Mnghhh…”
A frustrated whine, then a light thump. Katsuki still felt submerged in cloud nine, already comfy after a hard day of being number one—
“Katsuki.”
This time the call was needy, and the right amount of tearful. The alpha’s eyes fly open at the smallest sound of distress, large, calloused hand automatically flying up to that cute, big belly that belonged to one Bakugou Izuku.
Said omega was sitting up on his knees on their bed, nightgown deliciously parted on his round tummy to showcase his pregnancy (seven months, Katsuki’s alpha preens). His hands were restlessly kneading his husband’s bicep like a cat with the face that usually held a sunny smile contorted from frustration.
Though, the blond inwardly smiles, Izuku still looked so goddamn cute.
Instead of saying that, though, since the chances of Izuku getting annoyed with him right now were high, he sleepily pressed a warm kiss on that curved stomach before asking with all his patience, “What’s wrong, baby? It’s,” a pause, squinting through his exhaustion at the digital alarm clock that glowed a soft red in the car darkness of their room. “Three in the morning.”
Izuku opens his mouth, hesitant, and Katsuki takes this time to admire the way his flush goes from freckled cheeks all the way down to those rosy pink nipples, the robe slipping off of his shoulders to showcase a tantalizing (and frankly, tempting) amount of skin.
Katsuki licks his lips. It’s three in the morning, but when has that ever stopped them?
Still, he holds back, reaching over to squeeze that small hand in his, looking up at Izuku who stumbled all over his words— getting redder and redder at each twist of the tongue.
“Deku,” the alpha nuzzles into his tummy, nose bumping into that pregnant stomach lovingly while his eyes flutter, trying to fight off sleeping. “Deep breaths. It’s okay, remember? Take a deep breath. What do you need?”
The omega inhales, consequently getting a lungful of his alpha’s assuring scent. Katsuki smiles when he feels Izuku go lax, effectively soothed.
“I want tangerines,” he finally confesses, small and shy. Izuku sounded embarrassed, but Katsuki held strong and rubbed soothingly at the base of his hips with a quirked heated hand. It relieved some of his pains, which had been growing along with the little life inside of him. “I couldn’t.. I couldn’t sleep. I want them now, Kacchan.”
The alpha feels his heart beat painfully in his chest.
“I can do that momma,” Katsuki says, voice soft but graty with sleep. He leans over and smooches Izuku’s cheek, earning a relieved giggle because he’d just affirmed that his omega wasn’t being a burden due to his cravings at weird hours. “I got you. How many d’you want?”
Izuku rubs at his stomach, biting his lip to think, before, “Puppy-chan wants four. Isn’t that right, baby?” He giggles, mostly to his belly— and Katsuki thanks every deity he can think of for blessing him with his omega as he watches him fondly look at his own abdomen.
Puppy-chan was a placeholder name until the time where they both have to come up with a better one. It was a cute temporary nickname, coined by Katsuki’s sleepy ramblings (courtesy of Izuku rubbing off on him) when he’d get off of work exhausted out of his mind but still, without fail, spending at least thirty minutes kissing and rubbing at his pregnant mate’s belly before passing out on his lap.
Izuku thought it was adorable, and kept it up after that night, cooing and sighing about how puppy-chan was kicking today, or how puppy-chan was treating his bladder like a boxer would treat a punching bag. It brought a smile to Katsuki’s face, softened by the years and reserved for only Izuku and their baby.
Fuck, they were having a goddamn baby. The thought never fails to make Katsuki tear up as the joy felt almost overwhelming in his heart.
Izuku was carrying their whole child, formed a damn life inside him that was practically crushing his organs— and all Katsuki had to do was get some tangerines from that one grocery outlet not too far from their home.
The alpha would take every burden from Izuku if he fucking could. Hell, he gave Izuku everything he can. He massaged sore, swollen feet on the daily, served him breakfast in bed, practically slaved away in the kitchen to whip-up some strange craving Izuku would whine about needing to have— and goddamn it, he loved every second of it.
If Izuku asked for the world— well. He’s Katsuki fucking Bakugou, and one way or another, he’d gladly give that to Izuku on a silver platter.
But since the omega was too kind, he simply asked for tangerines.
“I’ll be back.” Katsuki says, yawning as he pulls up some loose black joggers, smirking inwardly when he catches Izuku staring at his dick which was swinging freely between his legs from before. He did sleep naked, after all. He grabs the car keys on the key holster, before bending down to kiss Izuku’s forehead, the omega purring at the affection before he rubs a fond thumb on that cheek. “Give me twenty. Thirty max. I’ll get you those tangerines momma.”
“Thank you Kacchan,” Izuku mewls, so incredibly sweet as always. He settles back into their shared nest. Those smooth legs now hugged around that massive teddy the alpha gifted him on their last anniversary, Izuku’s face nuzzled into those furs.
He looked so goddamn pretty, like a goddess.
Katsuki keeps his arousal in check, too lazy to slap on scent patches for a simple three AM run to the grocery store.
He shuts their bedroom door, quietly slipping on a wifebeater as he makes his way through their quiet living room, before reaching their garage.
Tangerines.. he contemplates, that sleek BMW he bought (only the best for the dam of his future pup) unlocking with a beep.
Might have to pick up some eggs too..
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Katsuki gets back at three-twenty-five, the tiny oranges in tow and a carton of a dozen eggs in that cutesy shiba print eco bag his mate had fawned over. Izuku had been craving tomato omelettes lately a lot lately, and the blond was relieved that he’d finally found a dish that didn’t make his pregnant husband gag with disgust.
“Home!” he calls out, kicking off his shoes before making his way into the kitchen, placing the carton of eggs on the counter. It still smelled like winter melon ice cream, one of the many candies Izuku was fixated on ever since the start of his pregnancy.
Katsuki chuckles to himself as he crinkles up the eco bag, storing it in the cupboard.
Fucking Deku, he thinks, peeling the tangerines on the counter, carefully separating the pieces and popping one in his mouth. He works in the quiet, humming at the serene situation where he was only Katsuki (not number one hero, Ground Zero), peeling some tangerines for his darling crybaby mate.
He puts all the pieces in that cute slightly faded Froppy bowl with a smiling frog on the front, one of the first pieces of merch (other than Ground Zero) Izuku collected of Katsuki’s ex-class, 1-A.
It was cute how Izuku still retained his fanboy personality after the years.
Katsuki throws the peel away, shuffling through the dark. He doesn’t bump into anything from muscle memory, creeping his way to their bedroom at the end of the hall and quietly opening the door just in case Izuku fell asleep.
The moment he cracks the door open, though, he stumbles when he’s hit with the unexpected heavy smell of honey tea and arousal.
Fuck.
The cock in his joggers immediately stirs, mouth falling open and nostrils flaring to subconsciously take in the scent of his horny mate.
“Alpha,” the omega writhes, whiny and enticing, sweet heart-shaped face blushing a deep red. His thighs were shaking, straddling the fluffy stuffed toy, fur gleaming with slick— oh.
“You humping your bear, baby?” Katsuki murmurs, mindfully placing the bowl full of tangerines, mystified by his beautiful omega in their nest, eyes raking over Izuku’s exposed skin. The fluttery pink nightgown is all scrunched up to expose the rest of those plush thighs and heavy, perky nipples.
Being a male omega meant that his tits swelled with milk when he got pupped, growing almost painfully sensitive to the point Izuku had whined about it until Katsuki made the brilliant idea to invest in bandaids. Izuku was embarrassed about it at first, but the blond kissed him better and assured him that it was cute— mostly by gently suckling on his nipple like a babe until his omega was a blubbering, gooey mess.
“K-Kacchan,” Izuku babbles, panting from exertion, whole body quivering. “Help please, I need you. My p-pussy feels so hot—“
Katsuki sheds his top leisurely, smiling as his little omega sobs and sniffles, ever the crybaby. He patiently bunches down his joggers pretending not to mind his needy omega, stepping out from the pants with his heavy cock hanging between his toned legs, now completely bare. Unlike Izuku, he was all hard edges and scarred from years of grueling hero work, every inch of his skin a symbol of strength and victory.
He’d grown broader, heavier, comparable to a tank. While it was a big advantage to have a build like that in being a hero (as his raw strength is practically unbeatable), he loved it the most when he used his strength to lift Izuku up with ease to fuck into his needy cunt.
It was harder to do now, mostly because Katsuki was incredibly careful with handling Izuku with his swollen tummy.
“Lay down on your side sweetheart.” Katsuki pats Izuku’s hips, chuckling amusedly when Izuku’s crying ceases into quiet hiccuping. His eyes were a puffy pink, unshed tears making his doe eyes more effective.
The omega follows his orders immediately with minimal squirming, settling on his side as Katsuki opts to spoon him, nose nuzzling in those curls as he dutifully scents his little wife. He smelled so goddamn delectable, moreso now that he’s pregnant. The normally soothing sweet tea was now a bit milky and sharper, scent making it obvious how fertile Izuku was. It made it hard to even go out in public, because Katsuki struggled to stop himself from ripping anyone who came near his mate, probably attracted due to the pregnancy glow that enhanced Izuku’s beauty.
Katsuki hooks his chin over Izuku’s shoulder, reaching over to cup warm breasts, perfectly fitting his big palms. His omega whimpers when his thumbs lightly brushed over engorged nipples, noticing it was a painful pretty deep red— before a dribble of white pearls at the tip and Izuku sniffles needily.
“Did you pump yesterday, baby?” Katsuki asks off-handed and distracted, warm breath ghosting over the shell of Izuku’s ear as he observes the milk pearl finally drip down, rivulets making the omega’s chest and his own fingers wet.
“Y-Yes,” Izuku cries more out of need than anything. He was more frantic, pussy making slick sounds as he rubs his thighs together as a weak attempt at easing the friction. “I couldn’t f-finish because I fell asleep and I couldn’t—!”
“Relax. I got you, sweetheart.” Katsuki commanded him smoothly, feeling that he was working himself up into another frenzy. Izuku quickly goes limp in his hold, baring his nape at him and casting pitiful doe eyes over his shoulder as a way to try and entice the alpha. He was so goddamn obedient it made Katsuki ache.
The blond smiles against the flushed skin of the back of his nape, before greedily lapping at that two-day old bite mark over that scent gland. Truthfully, they’d been mated for four years now, but Katsuki loved sinking his teeth into the mark over and over again whenever they’d have sex.
When his omega whimpers, Katsuki adoringly chuckles at the tears that started to well up in those pretty green eyes. Well, he guesses it was really cruel to keep Izuku waiting, considering how painfully turned on he smelled.
“Leg.”
Izuku’s soft puppy cries stop as expected now that his alpha is listening to him, left leg slowly bending up. The flexibility he’d possessed aided him, knee almost brushing against green curls as Katsuki’s hand followed and held the limb up by the bend. The omega shudders when his cunt shlicks, clenching down instinctively at the cold air that licks at his hot lower lips.
Katsuki sweetly kisses his freckled cheek as a reward for being so patient.
“Hold your leg up for me momma,” he nips at his shoulder, inching down when Izuku does what he says, the omega shaking from need. “Good boy.”
His head is situated between those plush freckled legs now, left cheek pressed against his inner thigh as he stares right at at pretty fucking pussy. It was a deep shade of pink, fat and oozing slick with a shy little clit that hid in those folds. Katsuki groans, rumbling when he noses at that fresh cunt, smelling the sweet musk that was so much more concentrated down there.
“K-Kacchan,” Izuku hiccups, face red from embarrassment when his alpha shamelessly sniffs at his pussy but he knows better than to squirm away. It always made him so hot to be desired like this, bashful at how Katsuki made it clear to him how irresistible he was. The alpha was the one who was all for PDA, after all. Maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised. “I want your knot, p-please.”
“Mngh..” Katsuki grunts smartly, half-listening, IQ dropped to a fucking twenty. He mouths at that cunt, tongue dipping into the gods’ ambrosia.
He hears his omega yelp when he places his whole mouth on that tiny pussy, slick flowing more steadily as he his tongue fucks into that sweet hole. Fuck, Izuku tastes too goddamn good.
He lets his thumb graze over the labia, spreading that cunt more to give that little hole a kiss before immediately mouthing up at that heated clit, making a vacuum seal with his lips.
“K-K- ahn!” Izuku positively screams, and Katsuki just knows that he’s crying, fat globs of tears probably cascading down his pretty fucked out face, just for him—
The alpha moans the moment the first spurt of slick catches his chin, quick to move down to press his face deeper, mouth open and waiting. He’s rewarded right after, Izuku squirting all over his face, and Katsuki drinks it all up like the greedy motherfucker he was.
“Kah, Kacchan,” Izuku pants, breathless, chest heaving and sweaty and beautiful with those powerful thighs shaking from exertion. He whines when his alpha keeps lapping at his pussy, overstimulated, but keeps his legs open all the same. “S-Slow down, baby!”
“Y’ tas’e so good, momma.” Katsuki pulls away, kissing that pretty pussy before shuffling back up their bed, cuddling his mate from behind. It was order to do it face to face with that big belly between them, and he knew Izuku loved skinship as much as him.
Izuku giggles at the slick-drunk look on Katsuki’s face, watching as the alpha instinctively mouth at his scent gland, seeking his swollen teats out with warm hands and a needy growl. “So handsome, alpha.” Izuku croons, shimmying his hips to feel that fat cock catch at his folds, giggling at the way Katsuki was too distracted at kneading his boobs to the point he couldn’t register his omega trying to reach under and grab his dick.
“Scoot up a bit more sweetie,” Izuku sighs pleasantly, and Katsuki follows, almost miraculously docile. The position lets the omega finally feel the fat head prod his entrance, the cock burning an angry red as pre smears between his thighs.
Katsuki jerks at the sensation, before immediately whining and jumping forward, jostling Izuku along with his neediness. The omega smiles, flushing heatedly at the animalistic growls and chuffs of approval, the soft flesh of his thighs probably heaven to that neglected cock.
“Momma,” Katsuki moans, alphan growl mixing with his voice into a needy cocktail. His hips don’t stop, grinding into that pussy, not quite slipping in. “F-Fuck,”
“It’s okay baby,” Izuku sniffles, eyes glazing over as the head pops in and out, slick flooding his thighs— “oh, you’re s-so close, please—“
Finally, Izuku sobs when that cock goes unexpectedly thrusts in all the way, right to the hilt, balls lewdly slapping against his thigh. Katsuki’s strong arms come to cradle him, so much more gentle than the rough fucking he’s receiving.
Izuku whimpers and moans alongside those beastly growls Katsuki emits, lost in the sensation of fucking a tight omega hole. It felt like fucking silk inside, hugging his cock as he carves out a place just for him in his mate. The alpha feels his tip lightly brushing against Izuku’s womb, licking his chops, pupils dilated as he reaches down.
His hand rubs at that pregnant stomach, one he knocked up, before going lower to where they were both connected, feeling the seam of Izuku’s pussy stretched across his fat cock. It was no secret he was particularly blessed down there, and he was always amazed that Izuku took him all the way considering how the omega was fucking tiny compared to him.
Izuku shudders in pleasure when he uses the pads of his finger to trace feathery circles around his clit, frantic pace of fucking slowing into slow but deep thrusts. It knocks the omega’s breath out of his lungs, mind fogging up as he feels himself start to float.
“Such a good dam taking daddy all the way,” Katsuki rumbles, chuffing in delight. He smiles when Izuku chitters back instinctively at the praise. “Perfect fuckin’ omega.God, ‘zuku, I love you sweetheart. Carrying my fucking baby.”
Izuku nods, helpless when those gentle hands squeeze his tits, milk dripping and staining their bed. He feels such relief that his eyes droop and he feels another orgasm getting worked out from his drenched pussy by that naughty cock. “Look at you, producing so much milk for our pup, what a good mommy.”
Oh. Izuku unexpectedly clamps down, whole body going rigid as he cums on his alpha’s cock with a scream, vision whiting out.
“Fuck!” Katsuki roars, laughing as he pistons his hips again, canines raking on that vulnerable neck as he manically slams into his omega like he’d die if he didn’t. He smelled the scent of slick and went wild. “Ngh— so tight and wet sweetheart—!”
Izuku whines and whimpers at his raw, red pussy getting abused right after cumming, sensitivity making his legs spasm as Katsuki shushes him with kisses, knot slapping on that perfect cunt. “Just- shit- just a bit more, baby! Need to, ngh, knot you!”
The omega nods, eyes filled with pearly tears as he clenches his pussy, humping down the best he can— before Katsuki groans before he shoves in his knot and finally locks them together.
Izuku pants while Katsuki slumps down, face buried in his omega’s neck. He smiles at the scent of satisfied pregnant omega, eyes fluttering. He was tired after that early morning tangerine run turned fuck, content at pulling a blanket on top of both their sweaty bodies instead of cleaning up.
The green-haired man cranes his neck, chirping and purring while Katsuki responds back with chuffs, taking those pretty pink lips in his and kissing him like a man starved.
Izuku gasps when he pulls away, soft smile on his lips as his alpha nuzzles into his cheek with a quick peck.
It was quiet aside from the occasional lip smack when they’d make out, Katsuki’s hand lovingly rubbing at his belly.
After a few comfy moments in silence, Izuku shudders when that knot finally deposits a fat load in his pussy, eyes half lidded as Katsuki grunts with him.
“Kacchan..”
“Mm?” The alpha replies, half asleep.
“My new modeling agency wants me to do pregnancy photo shoots.”
Katsuki’s eyes snap wide open, and Izuku giggles when he gnashes his teeth at the notion.
“Fuck those assholes. They probably wanna ogle you—“
“Baby!” Izuku full on laughs at the burning jealousy and protectiveness in his husband’s tone, squeezing that strong bicep comfortingly. “It’s okay! ‘s just a small shoot, nothing else.”
“Yeah well, last time someone got a picture of you at only five months, I almost exploded your fuckin’ manager when she showed me the comments.” He grumbles, nosing at Izuku’s shoulder with a pout. “Even shitty hair and his dumbass mate agreed you were hot.”
“Is that when Eijirou was out of commission for a few days because he threw his back during training? Kacchan!” Izuku scolds, scandalized.
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you—!”
“Thrashed him extra hard so he’d shut the hell up? Yeah.”
The omega flicks him on the forehead, before he brightens up. “How about you do the shoot with me?”
Katsuki raises an eyebrow, surprised. “You for real?”
“Yeah. I mean, who wouldn’t want the number one hero on their cover? I mean, the number one hero and his pregnant mate?”
The alpha pauses, before huffing and nodding, kissing Izuku on his shoulder blade. “Fine. I’ll allow it.”
Izuku cheers at that, smiling from ear to ear— before his stomach grumbles and they both pause.
“Un.. Kacchan?” Izuku looks at the bowl of tangerines longingly, which were on the far side of the room and required the alpha to stand.
Katsuki sighs, accepting his fate. Still, a fond smile crossed his lips.
“Alright baby. Just give me a second to get my knot down.”
“Kacchan’s the best alpha!”
“Shut up, dumbass.”