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At the wedding reception, two teenage cousins snuck into a disused bathroom near the hotel ballroom to smoke, ducking past the under-repair sign.
A few minutes later the door burst open, a slightly older teen girl striding in with a triumphant look. “Ooooh, you two are so busted!” she said with a singsong tone.
“Ah shit, Chiyomi! Don’t you dare tell mom!”
“You’re just lucky it's me that found you and not mom, she’s on the warpath!”
As the kids left the room and their voices faded, all was silent for a moment or two. Suddenly there was a burst of heavy breathing from two people. A pair of large hands, damp with sweet and sticky sweat, slid over the top of the lone closed bathroom stall to grip on the door that had been ignored by the teens.
Inside the stall, Minoru’s legs were beginning to cramp while locked around Bakugou’s hips, but that was pretty irrelevant compared to the heat building up inside for what felt like forever. The blond alpha had stayed inside him when those kids came in, driving him insane with tiny, slow thrusts. He was smirking the whole time, watching as Minoru clamped his hands over his mouth, tears building up in his eyes as he tried not to make a sound.
Now they were finally alone again, Bakugo shoved him against the door, pounding hard into Minoru as the omega pulled him down into a wet kiss.
The air soon thickened with the sound of their panting and muted squelch of slick, perfumed with the smell of burnt sugar and grape scented arousals.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” Bakugou rasped while licking Minoru’s neck, right above the scent patch. “I wanna fall asleep with you warming my cock.”
“Ah-fuck yes!” One of Bakugou’s hands grabbed his ass, pushing Minoru deeper into his thrusts, his pussy lips kissing and swallowing the blond’s knot.
“Yes, yes, yes!!”
This story has no real, particular beginning, but I suppose what lit the fuse was the bachelor/ette party.
Uraraka and Kaminari were getting married.
Yes, to each other.
Surprised? Most of their classmates were when they got together during the last year at UA. Twelve years later, Uraraka was making an honest Alpha out of Kaminari, and there was no cuter Alpha/Beta Pro Hero couple.
Ochako and Denki had decided to have a joint party as they were one of those obnoxiously happy couples, and what better way to celebrate their last party night as legal singles, than to invite all their friends, including everyone from their old class, back in Musutafu for the costume party of the year.
The morning after the bachelor/ette party, Minoru woke up to his phone ringing, and he was naked apart from a sandwich wrapper stuck to his hair. He’d vaguely wondered what happened to the rest of that poor sandwich after he was thrown on the hotel bed.
At thirty, Minoru loved having fun and trying new things and experiences. However, if he knew that cosplaying a sexy lady alien could get his panties ripped off and dicked down by a hot alpha within hours for a good chunk of the night, he’d have done it much, much sooner.
“Mornin’ dude! Did I wake you up?”
“Kinda, forgot how hard I sleep after a flight.” As he sat up, Minoru saw his uh…overnight guest, getting dressed.
That the hot alpha was Bakugou Katsuki, number one of his many schoolday crushes, was just icing on the delicious sex cake.
“Well don’t forget your tux appointment in a few hours! I’m so goddamn hungover, but when did you leave the party? Don’t remember you going, did you just dip with some hottie?”
The look Bakugou was giving him said, yeah I heard that, and you better not.
“Nah,” Minoru felt a little bad for lying, but he’d tell him another time…like some time before they died of old age.
“I looked for you but it looked like you and Uraraka were having a romantic anime moment, lovey-sparkly looks as you danced kind of thing.”
Minoru moved his covers enough so he could shuffle to the end of the bed to watch Bakugou finish dressing, that man had an ass sculpted by angels.
“Yeah, that sounds like us. Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have her?”
“Not since yesterday, you dork.”
Bakugou grabbed his bare leg to pull him even closer so he could nip at Minoru’s soft calf.
“That also sounds like me! Ugh I gotta go my mom’s calling, but remember I’ll meet you downstairs at noon!”
Normally he felt a little self-conscious about being naked around someone, even after sex, but here there was no chance for modesty. Bakugou’s hand was moving from Minoru’s ankle to his inner thigh, moving the sheets aside as he parted his legs.
“Uh,” Minoru said intelligently, glancing at the negligee style dress he was wearing last night; shredded and clinging to dear life at the edge of the bed.
“I had a really good time with you, we should uh, we should do it again before I go back to Osaka?”
Bakugou smirked a little, slightly softer than his usual sneer. “Yeah, sounds good. Later tonight?”
“Sure.”
“Gimme your number.”
As Minoru gave his phone back, Bakugou surprised him by gently grabbing his chin for a long kiss. He felt the alpha grab his ass through the bedsheets, pulling him up with one broad hand so Minoru was kneeling on the bed, grinding slightly against the hard body.
There was still a bit of a height gap between them, even after his last growth spurt in the third year. Minoru remembered last night standing on tiptoes, in high heels while they slow danced, and the top of his head could just about be nestled by Bakugou’s juicy pecs. But Minoru was always quick to adapt, and could definitely get used to being manhandled like this. He felt breathless and flushed as their lips parted, whining softly, and his legs felt weak already.
“See you later.”
They did see each other later that night, at a tiny ramen bar near the hotel. One shared small bottle of sake and two empty bowls later, they were back at the hotel room for the night.
From that Tuesday morning to the Saturday wedding, things were pretty low-key, all things considered.
Minoru spent his time back at his hometown as mostly planned, helping with last-minute wedding stuff and catching up with old friends. But he ended up spending all his free evenings with Bakugou, not just having sex, but generally hanging out… that generally ended in a lot of sex. Turns out the blond had a sex drive as high as him, and treated sex the way he treated his Hero goals, so Minoru felt like he must have built up some amazing Karma somewhere in a past life that was finally paying off.
After the wedding itself, which was beautiful and lovely by the way, Minoru only went back to his hotel room once, to pack and check out early, because he was spending the rest of the weekend at Bakugou’s. He honestly didn’t really remember much about the place, but it looked nice from what he saw when he was on his knees or back.
“We can’t do it here, the highway cops will catch us!”
“Then we better be quick, ball-head.”
It was just before dawn, and Minoru’s flight was in a few hours. He just wanted to thank Bakugou for the airport ride with a simple blowjob, and the next thing he knew, they were pulled over off the highway, and he was in Bakugou’s lap in the driver’s seat with his sweatpants missing and legs spread. Oh horror, truly no good deed went unpunished.
One thing Minoru loved was that no matter how dirty and raw the sex could get, Bakugou’s kisses still made him dizzy with all-consuming passion and heat, as if he was the only important thing in the world… and he certainly fucked that way too.
He shuddered, a delicious, full-body shiver, as he felt Bakugou cum inside him with a blooming bubble of heat pressure.
“D-did you just pop a knot inside me again?”
“Mmm, just the tip, give it a fuckin’ minute.” Bakugou seemed more concerned with making another hickey on his neck, teeth scraping harshly over his scent patch, while his fingers worked the smaller man’s weeping cocklet.
Swearing softly, Minoru squealed and scrabbled at the blond’s undercut as his hips rocked greedily to his own orgasm, bouncing up before dragging the alpha into another wet kiss.
They came down slowly with greedy hot kisses, as the feeling slowly came back to Minoru’s lower half.
“You’re still knotted, if you don’t calm down I might miss my flight.”
The blond snorted, “shut up, we got time.” He wiped away Minoru’s tears, exchanging more kisses as they caught their breath.
“Have to be honest, not too happy to let go of the best pussy I’ve had in years.” The words whispered against his mouth made Minoru giggle.
“Really? I’m the best?”
“Crazy good,” calloused hands ran back up his front under his t-shirt, and Minoru leaned back a little so Bakugou could lick his puffy nipples again.
“ Fuck, well maybe I’m just responding to you, your dick is big and needs a gold medal for skills. Actually no, maybe your tongue is where it’s at? I’m so spoiled.”
“You got nice tits too.”
“Now you’re just bullshitting me; there’s barely anything there, yours are probably bigger!”
“Nah they’re just the right size, and they jiggle nicely too.” The callouses on Bakugou’s palms rasped wonderfully against his nipple, giving it full attention while his mouth was occupied with the twin.
Even partially knotted, Bakugou felt amazing, the bulb tip rubbed against the edge of the womb at an angle that was just right. Minoru’s cervix responded in kind, occasionally fluttering and squeezing around Bakugou’s girth as if was trying to milk every drop.
“Do you want me to message you when I get to my place?”
“Send me a video of you touching yourself on your bed.”
“That’s even better~”
Eventually, Bakugou grabbed some tissues, he’d finally gone down enough to pull out.
“Uraraka said you’re coming back in the summer for a bit.”
“Yeah, maybe we could hook up again?”
“Obviously you better clear your schedule, like I said, best pussy in years.”
“Awww, you’re so sweet.”
They kissed again at the airport drop-off, short and sweet.
“See you in a few months.”
Forty-one days after he last saw Bakugou, Minoru found himself staring at his calendar app.
He had been a little unwell for a while with a stomach bug. He’d been living off of soups and ramen because of the nausea, but he was still bloated, tired and sore everywhere. Work had been so busy lately with a spree of villains in Osaka, so of course he felt like crap.
It wasn’t until he got a certain normal work email that he started to realise that something else might be happening. It was an email from one of the agency secretaries, reminding him to submit all his reports before his scheduled week of heat leave.
Minoru had four heats a year like clockwork, how could he forget it?
But then… he didn’t feel like his heat was coming, not even the pre-heat. By this point, he should be inhaling every carb and protein-heavy food in sight, crying over cute pictures, and making sure all his big vibrators were fully charged. But instead, he had just a low level of feeling of hot garbage sitting in his guts.
On the first day of the heat leave, still nothing. Minoru spent the day in bed in a pile of clothes, TV on but not really paying attention but it. Phone in hand, he kept scrolling mindlessly through the filthy pictures and videos that he and Bakugou made during the wedding week, and occasionally flicking back to the calendar app.
At some point he fell asleep, waking as he nuzzled into an old T-shirt he stole from Bakugou. It was so old it was impregnated with the alpha’s sweet and hot caramel scent, and it made him dizzy with some unnamed yearning.
As Minoru sat up slowly, he realised he had made a kind of nest on the bed. It was mainly made with clothes from the trip that he’d been avoiding adding to his laundry, because nearly everything smelled of Bakugou…from forty-one days ago.
Ohhh shit.
Thanks to the anonymous magic of online shopping, Minoru had five different pregnancy tests delivered the next day, just to be certain.
After possibly the most important giant piss of his life, he rewarded himself with a beer from the fridge, because of course they’d be negative.
Thirty minutes and three more beers later, he staggered to the bathroom, belching loudly as he looked at the first pee stick.
Pregnant.
Minoru blinked. Blinked again. Looked at the next test, and down the line.
✅
👶
➕
😀
Huh.
Huh…
Oh.
Twenty minutes later Minoru picked up his phone, his fingers shaking as he pulled up the contact. He and Bakugou had sort of kept in contact, sending each other nudes and ideas for his summer trip. He better not be at the gym or balls deep in someone because this was gonna be bad.
He was trying to wipe the tears away when the blond answered, and immediately blurted out “I’m pregnant!!”
“Hah?”
“I’m pregnant you asshole, you knocked me up!”
“How the fuck are you pregnant!?”
“How!? Because we had sex like seventy billion times and only wore condoms twice, and both times were for anal!!!”
“You wasn’t in heat!”
“Yeah, less fertile but not impossible, you know that! I know that! But we kept fucking and oh my gosh what did we dooo? ”
The tears were unstoppable now, now accompanied by snot. Thoughts of ‘Holy shit, holyshitimpregnantandunmatedohmygod, mama’s going to kill me’ rocketing through the omega’s brain like really unhelpful loose tennis balls.
Bakugou sighed, “Is it mine?”
“Yes!! Of course it’s yours you asshole, before you I hadn’t got laid in forever before your stupid monster dick put a baby in me!”
“I was just fucking asking!!”
“I hate you!!”
There was muffled swearing while Bakugou put him on speakerphone.
“Where are you? Drop me your address, I’m catching the next flight out.”
Just a few hours later, Bakugou was at his door with a duffle bag.
“Got any beer?”
“It’s a good thing the apartment below is empty, otherwise they would have called the cops on us.” Mineta mumbled. He seemed smaller than usual next to Bakugou, wrapped up in some giant fluffy hoodie thing and buried under the covers.
After a lot of yelling (Bakugou), screaming (Mineta) and crying (Mineta again) far into the night, they were both worn out. Because Mineta lived in a studio apartment, there was no spare bed, and this was the first time that they shared a bed with no mood for sex.
Bakugou had messaged Uraraka and the agency earlier that he was taking emergency leave for a day or two. He never took leave, so he knew that news had probably already reached Deku and Kirishima, and Deku’s probably already called his parents. Shit. Good thing he’d already turned off his phone, because his mind had been swirling like a typhoon since that call.
Pregnant.
A kid.
With Mineta Minoru.
Children had always been vaguely on Bakugou’s list, somewhere. Honestly, anything after becoming the no.1 Pro Hero was pretty fuzzy. He knew he was a strong, attractive alpha that had fans throwing themselves at him, and eventually, he figured he’d settle down with a beta or omega that didn’t piss him off, and start a family.
But, with Mineta? The former class pervert? Sure, he liked hanging out with him, and the sex during the fuckfest was fantastic, but having a baby with him?
They made a-?
Bakugou looked over. Mineta was turned away from him in the dark, curled up and shivering with muffled tears that had started up again.
“I…I want to keep it.”
Mineta finally rolled to face him, still bunched up in fluffy fabrics. He wiped his face, and without thinking, Bakugou put his arms around him.
“What do you think?”
A kid. This shit was scary.
But after every thought of ‘what the fuck’, his mind kept saying, ‘why not?’
“I want it too.”
Why not Mineta? After all the insane shit he’s experienced, co-parenting with someone that's been in a big part of your life sounded kinda…mundane?
Mineta was basically a good person, sort of, he was cute (in a weird way) and interesting, and they spent almost a whole week together and didn’t piss each other off. Bakugou remembered smiling more than he had in ages.
Why not?
Mineta was…
If he was ever going to do it, he’d do it once.
“You scared?” he murmured, feeling the smaller man slowly melt into the embrace.
“Terrified. You?”
“I’m scared shitless. I think you should marry me.”
“What?” Mineta looked up at him, eyes wide even in the dark, “Do what!? This isn’t the dark ages!”
“Obviously, dipshit. But I always knew if I ever had kids it would be with my wife, and I’m only getting married once, so why not?”
“I don’t love you!”
“I don’t love you either!” Bakugou exhaled loudly, thinking for a moment. “We’re…kinda good people, so we could probably do this and not fuck the kid up too much.”
“Yeah, but-” he felt Mineta squirm in his arms, the way he did when he was embarrassed or overwhelmed, and despite the situation, Bakugou’s dick twitched with interest. Fuck’s sake.
“Then at least come back to Musutafu and live with me, I’ve got the room and I want to raise our kid together.”
“That would be nice,” Mineta said softly, finally settling in his arms.
“But if we don’t work out, would you still be there? I mean this is a whole life we’re dealing with.”
Bakugou squeezed Mineta as softly as he could, right above his stomach.
“Of course. That’s my kid, you couldn’t keep my ass away, I’m not gonna be some shitty part-time parent.”
To his own surprise, Bakugou kissed the side of Mineta’s head, on the curls cropped close to his scalp. His hair was still as soft as he remembered. He felt small arms hug his sides.
“But if we do this, being together I mean, we keep it quiet for now, until past the safe point.”
“Before the wedding?”
“Ugh, I’ll think about it!”
News spread like the plague in the Pro Hero circles, especially in old school groups, so it was only a matter of time until Bakugou’s partner heard something, and confronted him about it.
During a rooftop break on a regular patrol, it happened.
“Sooo, Denki-chan had some surprising news last night, Mineta-kun called him because he suddenly moved back here about a few days ago.”
“Hmmm.”
“And he’s staying with you.”
“Yeah.”
“He also said that Mineta-kun’s agency has him on office duty because of illness.”
“Yup.”
“And you didn’t think to mention anything to me about it? That my husband’s best friend is living with you, days later?”
“I don’t talk about other people’s shit Uraraka, and you know that. He’s got stuff going on and he’s staying with me for a bit while he sorts it out.”
Uraraka looked at him for a moment, then smiled.
“That’s nice of you.”
For most people, Uraraka’s intent in saying that would be just as it sounded, gentle support. However, Bakugou knew Uraraka, and she knew him, and they both knew she was going to strategically wear him down over time, because something wasn’t adding up.
“Is that why you went on that emergency leave a few weeks ago?”
Bakugou appreciated that Uraraka was incredibly observant, it was what made her such a great partner in their duo, and an even better friend. It also made her a massive pain in the ass sometimes.
Getting married meant getting engaged, and being engaged meant proposing, so since he was the best and he was only going to do this shit once, Bakugou had to research proposals like some kind of freak.
The final plan he had settled on was a decent restaurant after their day-shifts, propose and get engaged, and possibly have celebration sex with the twerp after. Simple but effective.
On the day itself, the plan turned to shit instantly. It was raining that day, and some shit-tier villain league knockoffs decided to attack the city. There were villains with water-based quirks that used the rain to flood the street pipes, to cause maximum damage and chaos. By the time Bakugou and the others were done, and he could finally check his phone, it was nearly midnight.
Mineta had sent him messages, his agency had him on the helpline phones until a few minutes ago. A new message and picture popped up, Mineta taking a selfie with a peace sign, asking if Bakugou was finished, and if they could get ramen on the way home.
By the time he got to the district, still in uniform, it was after midnight, still raining, and Mineta was sitting at a covered bus shelter near the flooded restaurant, right where he said he’d be. An unconscious tall girl was propped up next to him, drooling over a vomit puddle. Mineta waved at Bakugou as he landed.
“Who the hell is this?”
Mineta shrugged slightly, his feet kicking in the air slightly.
“Her name’s Akane I think. Her boyfriend dumped her this morning and she was drinking with her friend nearby when they were evacuated. Her friend actually recognised me! She asked me to look after her while she finds them a hotel room.”
Bakugou was so exhausted he just sat next to Mineta and took the box out of his pocket.
“How was it? Most of the calls we got were about vandalism and all that crap."
“Just a bunch of shitty teenagers, but just a lot of them being annoying. Hold this for a second.” He tossed the box and Mineta caught it.
“What is it?”
“Open it and see, genius.”
The ring was a modern version of the male omega engagement ring, pale gold encircling a slim band of opal. He’d paid extra for the durable necklace chain for working pros.
The twerp’s jaw literally dropped open, choking for a second.
“Y-y-you seriously want to marry me!?”
“Yeah no shit. I thought about it after, and we might as well try and see how shit goes.”
“But we’re not in love.”
Bakugou shrugged, “we can date and figure it out as we go.”
Mineta’s large eyes remained at the ring, biting his lip. He eventually looked up and met Bakugou’s gaze, with a small smile and a dark blush dusting his face and ears.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be your wife.”
It was probably the adrenaline rush from the earlier fights that made Bakugou shiver when Mineta said yes, but he willed his hands still as he slid the ring on that small finger.
Mineta’s smile was dazzling even with the shitty weather and the smell of vomit nearby. “Wow,” he murmured, “and it fits. This is so weird.”
The drunk girl mumbled and blearily opened her eyes, a string of drool hanging from her lip. Mineta held out his hand to show her the ring, and she immediately started wailing loudly.
“Fucks sake,” Bakugou muttered before Mineta kissed him softly.