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Stepping back from the futon, you take a look at your work.
The nest is everything you pictured in your head and smells like your Alpha partner. Did you raid his closet for three of his hoodies and a few t-shirts?
Yes.
Had you hidden a couple of his pillow cases before he could wash them?
Also yes.
You wring your hands for a moment.
Bakugo will be home in two days and even though you aren’t even near your preheat yet, you still want the apartment to be clean and perfect. Grabbing a t-shirt, you put it to your nose and breathe in deep. Burnt sugar and cinnamon. It’s heady and your inner Omega whines. Taking another deep sniff, you start to purr before you could stop it.
God, you miss him.
Bakugo had noticed you first.
At a party.
You were chatting with Jirou and Momo, friends from college, when he had spied you from across the room. Instead of asking one of his friends who you were, Bakugo had strided across the room to where the three of you were standing. Turning to look up - he was tall- you met intense garnet eyes. He had deliberately looked you up and down and grinned, Alpha fangs shown on purpose. He hadn’t even spoken yet and you were intrigued. He was brash and very Alpha forward on purpose.
But you had tilted your head.
Not offended.
In return you had softened your look on purpose, inner Omega forward just enough to get his attention. And you smiled sweetly. Jirou being Jirou, had rolled her eyes and introduced you to him. Apparently they knew him from high school but went to different universities. Momo was first to notice what was going on between you two and politely excused both her and Jirou to get more to drink. He had stared down at you and you boldly stared back. While you were an Omega and looking for an Alpha partner, you still were assertive in your secondary gender.
You toed a line.
You know how to be cute and charming as an Omega.
And he had seen right through you.
Called you cute with a sardonic edge to it.
He had been bold and deliberate as you talked. Leaning down he had put his lips right to the shell of your ear and in his very deep voice, had told you how delicious you smelled. Good enough to eat. A shiver had run down your spine and you blushed. Suddenly overwhelmed, you had walked away and he let you.
Bakugo didn’t outright pursue you. Not at first. You would see him in passing when out with friends, getting coffee or out shopping. Come to find out the both of you worked in the same part of the city. You had run into him a couple times at your favorite coffee place on your way to work and wondered how you hadn’t noticed him before. Ash blond hair cut into a wild undercut, golden tan skin, a jawline that could cut glass and those intense garnet eyes. Every time you saw him, he was dressed in a suit tailored to perfection and always in shades of black, charcoal or dark gray.
Again you wondered how you hadn’t noticed him before and when you finally had the courage to ask him, he had grinned and said he had just been transferred to the office on this side of the city. He had said it was fated, you argued that it was mere coincidence.
You refused to agree with him on purpose.
In return he would push into your space, grab your coffee order for you and escort you out the door. Using any opportunity he could to show off that he was an Alpha, instead of finding it annoying, you found yourself enjoying it. Your Omega would whisper how powerful he seemed. How he would definitely take care of you. And while your Omega welcomed it, you would push back. Not giving him any kind of leeway. If he wanted you, he was going to have to prove it.
Bakugo wasn’t stupid.
He had known you were pushing back on purpose.
Honestly, he wouldn’t have spoken to you again if you hadn’t. But he had also seen your sweet Omega peeking through in how you blushed and how your scent would bloom around him. Even with patches he could smell you. Strawberries and cream. Like he said at the party, good enough to eat. He wouldn’t admit it until later but he had wanted to ask to court you that night.
Somehow, somehow, he had reeled back his Alpha.
It was obvious he was interested and yet he was polite and a perfect gentleman. Well, most of the time. Everyone once in a while, his Alpha had peeked out. A flash of fangs here. A soft growl there. A large hand to the small of your back as he escorted you out a door.
One day, you were coming back to your desk from a meeting when you saw a rather large black and red lacquer box sitting in front of your computer. Frowning, you had sat down and carefully lifted the lid. It was an elaborate lunch bento. Interesting. Pulling out your phone, you had snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat.
Jirou immediately answers with a laughing emoji.
“Oh, he likes you, likes you. Good luck.”
“What do you mean?”
“Bakugo is an insanely good cook and is famous for his bentos. He only goes all out like that for someone he likes or really cares about.”
You had stared at your phone for far too long before answering.
“So what do you think I should do?”
She’d sent another laughing emoji.
“Enjoy it and don’t overthink.”
That had been easier said than done.
The bento was delicious.
Your Omega had purred and whispered again about being taken care of. You had tried to stay casual, not giving in to Bakugo’s advances, no matter how small they were. Pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. Straightening the collar of your jacket or offering to carry your bag. It was then that you had discovered his own scent of burnt sugar and cinnamon. It had lingered on your jacket all day when you were at work and it was extremely distracting. Eventually he had bribed Jirou for your number. His texts were often brief, mainly checking in or asking a question to get to know you. Favorite color. Favorite movie. Favorite flower. Still the gentleman and polite. He would only flirt in person and even then it was rarely nefarious. He loved to tease you just to make you blush.
Months pass and before you realize it, Bakugo is asking to court you. Well, asking was a loose term.
“Come on Princess, let me court you. I’m worth it.”
Oh you loved that pet name more than you wanted to admit.
And no matter how stubborn you tried to be, Bakugo broke down your walls. Reached in and pulled out your Omega side without even trying. You had blushed scarlet whenever he crowded your space, when he used two fingers to lift your chin and make you look up at him. A quiet mewl had come from your throat before nodding.
He had given a deep chuckle.
“Use your words, Princess.”
You flash a half smile.
“I’ll let you court me.”
At first, not much was different.
Except now he paid for your coffee in the morning or had lunch delivered to your office. The times he invited you to his penthouse apartment for dinner or a movie night, he was careful to always have other people over, including your friends. But then he would corner you in the kitchen or in the hallway to get up close. Nose or lips grazing against your scent glands and making you whine quietly. You would put your hands against his chest in a desperate bid for space and then get distracted by all the muscle under his shirt. He started to show up in your dreams and you had often gotten distracted by your attraction to him.
When you had finally allowed him to hold you in his big arms, you had practically melted. He had sensed it and this time he hadn’t asked for permission, hadn’t even talked. His Alpha came forward and he had kissed you, rough and passionate. You were powerless to stop him and there was no going back now. Your strawberries and cream scent had enveloped the both of you, making his Alpha growl deep in his chest.
Bakugo had gotten a little bit territorial. Even though he had always asked, he had taken every opportunity possible to scent you with his wrist. He would bare his fangs at any other Alphas that looked at you a little too long. Other friends of Jirou and Momo had playfully teased you about the “feisty blond Alpha” and wished you the best of luck. When you tried to ask questions, they just laughed and stated that when Bakugo sets his eyes on something, he will do what he needs to to get it.
He rarely took you out to restaurants, preferring to spoil you with his own cooking and stated his food has better standards. He would ask you for your favorite meals and go out of his way to make them for you. You rarely asked for anything extravagant, happy with savory pancakes, udon, tonkatsu or curry. After three months of courting, he had surprised you with an authentic chicken parmesan. It was delicious, melting in your mouth and Bakugo had gotten bold, leaning across the table to lick a drip of marinara off your chin. You had giggled and thanked him, a blush dusting your cheeks. He in turn showed off his fangs and rumbled at you.
When the two of you had the time outside your careers, he had taken you shopping, sent you to spa days. You had protested or tried to. But he had refused to listen, saying his Omega deserved the best. You had poked him in the chest, saying you weren’t “his” Omega yet. He had shot back that he had all the time in the world. Your inner Omega had whined incessantly, wanting to be cared for and kept.
You had started to spend weekends at Bakugo’s penthouse apartment.
He had gifted you blankets and a couple of his hoodies absolutely saturated with his pheromones. Six months in and he was asking you to move in. You had refused, saying it was too soon. Yet he had made sure you were comfortable when you did stay with him. That was when you had finally invited him to your loft apartment.
It wasn’t as extravagant as his place but he had seemed to just…..fit in.
And yet he had respected your space and your sanctuary as an Omega. He had waited until you shyly showed him and then invited him into your nest, cheeks burning. He was still a perfect gentleman, happy to just lay you on his chest and listen to you purr in his arms.
Blinking out of the memories, you reluctantly pull Bakugo’s t-shirt away from your face and tuck it back into the newly built nest. He had insisted that you build and keep a nest at his apartment when you started staying over on the weekends. Although you mostly slept in his bed, curled up in his arms, he wanted you to never feel frightened or anxious. Bakugo would do anything to keep you comfortable. Hearing you purr or chirp at him had almost become an obsession for him, making him rumble or growl back.
Things were always taken at your pace and you were thankful for it. Hormones are one hell of a tug sometimes and could be hard to ignore. But Bakugo always stopped or would make you slow down. Make out with you or map your skin out with his hands but still he did not push.
Even when you were whining, begging mess.
“We have all the time in the world, Princess.”
You couldn’t help yourself.
“Yes, Alpha.”
You grin at that memory as you touch and tuck and tweak the rebuilt nest. It had to be perfect. Two more days and Bakugo would be home. Two more days and you would give yourself to him. You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t -want- to wait anymore. Bakugo rarely pushed, even when you had told him to. But you could see that it was starting to take its toll on his inner Alpha, getting harder and harder to keep control.
He played it off, but you noticed and it bothered you.
At this point, you really cared for him, possibly loved him and made your inner Omega whine.
So you wanted to see it fully.
Not the glimpses that you have gotten so far.
You needed to see it.
Your Omega needed to see it.
The day before Bakugo would be home from his business trip, you were a whirlwind in his apartment. Since you were alone, you reeled back your control of your secondary gender and let it clean and scrub and mop. Counters and floors gleamed. The living room is neat and dust free, leather couches filled with new throw pillows and a few soft blankets. Your scent of strawberries and cream was everywhere and you didn’t care.
It was time to entice and seduce your Alpha.
You stop for a moment.
Yours?
You doubt he will protest.
Tease you maybe, but definitely not protest.
You sleep in the new nest that night surrounded by Bakugo’s scent and your hands wander on your body. Cupping your breasts, you rub your thumbs over your nipples. They harden immediately and you gasp softly, pretending that it’s Bakugo touching you. It will be so nice to feel his large hands on you again. Pressing your thighs together, you try desperately to calm yourself but it barely helps and you feel yourself getting wet. You move your hands slowly down your stomach and along your hips. Part of you wants to stop. Part of you wants to wait for his return.
But then a picture flashes through your mind of Bakugo in his favorite black turtleneck that shows off all his muscles and you give in, moving your hand between your thighs. Oh, you are wetter than you expected and it doesn’t take you long to find your swollen clit. Gasping, you rub it in circles and pleasure hits you harder than you expected. You decide that you just need to get off and it will help settle you. So you flip over on your stomach and start to grind down against your fingers hard and fast. You pant and moan, that tight heat building in your lower stomach quickly. Eyes closed, images of Bakugo flash through your mind. God, you haven’t even seen him without a shirt and yet he turns you on.
A thought of Bakugo whispering “Princess” in your ear and his scent surrounding you pushes you over that edge. You continue to grind down against your fingers as the waves wash over you, whispering Alpha over and over. Eventually you slow your grinding and then stop. You’re all tingly and warm. It’s not like you’ve never gotten yourself off before but you never had such a gorgeous man to fantasize about either. Laying there, surrounded by your mixed scents and purring, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.
A baritone voice pulls you from your deep sleep.
Doesn’t startle you but gently wakes you.
“Good morning, Princess.”
You don’t immediately look at Bakugo, turning slightly and stretching out like a cat. Sleeping shirt moving up to show the tanned skin of your stomach. He resists reaching out to touch it and instead pets your hair back with one large hand.
You lean into it and start to purr.
He grins.
“Did you miss me at all?”
Miss him?
That’s a dumb question.
Not that you would say that to him.
You missed him more than you could put into words.
Like a desert misses the rain.
Six months ago if anyone asked you where you would be right now, this would have been your very last answer. But something stops you from giving him that kind of satisfaction.
“Mmmmm, maybe.”
Bakugo grins still and gives that rumbled laugh that makes you flush down to your toes. He tilts his head.
“Look at my pretty girl inside her pretty nest. Did you build this new for me?”
Instead of answering outright, you sit up and wrap your fingers into his collared shirt, kissing him. He responds in kind and immediately the kiss is passionate. Bakugo growls now, deep in his chest and both of your pheromones fill the room and mix. It’s sweet and spicy and you break the kiss, panting.
“Alpha, come inside?”
“Inviting me into your nest, sweet girl?”
You nod and whine when he stands, chirps suddenly loud in your throat.
He doesn’t say anything but keeps his eyes locked with yours as he strips, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. Making sure you get a good look, he flexes on purpose. Reluctantly, you break contact and your eyes crawl hungrily over his upper body. You knew he was in shape but now seeing it without impairment of clothing makes you reach out with both hands. Clad only in boxer briefs, he climbs into your nest and takes you into his arms. The two of you lay there, staring at each other and just being in the moment. A tiny part of you is nervous and it must be on the edge of your scent because Bakugo senses it. He pets back your hair again a few times, trying to settle you before he speaks.
“What’s bothering you Princess? Anything I can do?”
You keep your eyes locked with him and blush darker.
“I-I-”
“It’s okay. You can tell me anything.”
You let out a trembling breath.
“I want to be yours, Bakugo.”
Bakugo leans back somewhat, his brows knitting together before he speaks again and it’s obvious he is holding back his inner Alpha.
“First, I think you can call me Katsuki at this point. Two, while I want you to be my mate eventually, neither of us are ready for that.”
Your scent sours just a little bit. He makes you look at him and rumbles in reassurance.
“Hey. Hey. Hey. None of that. Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I want to take you?”
He grins, showing off his fangs.
“How much I want you on my knot?”
You thought you were blushing before and now your whole body feels like it’s on fire. He hasn’t done anything but hold and talk to you, yet you can feel yourself getting wet. Chirps escape your throat again and you ask for a little more reassurance.
“You do?”
Bakugo nuzzles roughly against your neck, dragging his lips and tongue across your scent gland.
“Yes, of course I do and no more questioning that. You’re all mine, Princess.”
And with that he shifts, gently pulling off your shirt. He makes an appreciative noise at finally seeing you topless before laying fully on you. You groan. He’s deliciously warm and heavy. Finally, you are skin on skin and now he growls, biting against your jawline with his sharpened fangs.
“Alpha…”
He stops.
“What did I ask you to call me?”
You swallow heavily.
“Katsuki.”
“Good girl. Save calling me Alpha for when I make you cum.”
Before you can say anything to that comment, he is moving down your body.
Tongue and fangs tracing your skin and he comments about how sweet you taste. He mouths your breasts, cups them in his hands and kitten licks at both your nipples. You can’t help but arch up against his mouth, hands tight in his blond hair and you moan. No one has touched you like this in a long time and it feels so good. Goosebumps scatter across your skin and your strawberry scent gets sweeter, cloying. Bakugo drinks it in and his soft rumbles turn into growls as he moves his lips slowly down your stomach. He mouths across, biting and nibbling one of your hips and then the other. Before you can stop yourself, your legs spread for him. Groans mix in with his growls as the scent of your slick hits his nose.
“Fuck Princess, you smell so good.”
A long, needy whine comes from you and you tug on his hair again.
He growls in answer and then teases you with tongue and teeth, scraping and licking along your upper thighs. For now, he ignores your wet pussy, instead latching onto one of the scent glands and sucking. The oils are just as sweet as your scent and he drinks them in like a man starved. Pulling away with a loud growl, Bakugo moves to the other scent gland, latching on and sucking again. You can’t stay still and as he pins your hips to the floor of the nest, he makes a show of licking the oils from his lips and chin. You whine again, your earlier shyness gone.
Your Omega comes forward and you ache to your core.
“Katsuki, please!”
“Easy sweet girl. Let me take care of you.”
Bakugo pushes your thighs out and he mouths at your pussy like a man starved. Your slick is like ambrosia and he starts to lap with his tongue, opening you up. Gasping, you spread further for him, hands now fisted in the blankets beneath you. He feasts on the slick coming from your tight hole but doesn’t push in with his tongue and ignores your clit. He takes his time with the pleasure he is giving you. Your Omega whines again before whispering about how good this is already and how he’s not like a lot of Alpha’s you’ve dealt with. He growls, he rumbles and his cock leaks against the sheets. He’s so hard and he aches for you so much. Yet he wants to make this perfect for you.
Finally, finally, he starts to fuck you with his tongue and finds your clit with his thumb. His Alpha is loud in his head, wanting to fuck and knot you. To tie you together and truly make you his. You can’t help it and grind up against his face as much as you can and arch your back.
How did you get so close so fast?
Build up?
No build up.
You are rushing for that edge and feel the tingles starting in your toes and crawling up your body.
“Katsuki! Please don’t stop!”
He wrenches his mouth away just long enough to answer you.
“Wouldn’t dream of it Princess. Want to see you cum on my tongue.”
Bakugo shifts and now puts his mouth on your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you. You clamp down but that doesn’t stop him from pumping them into the second knuckle. He sucks on your clit, rolling it with his tongue and pumps his fingers at the same time. Each pump gets deeper and you are grinding back, desperate to feel that climax. Desperate for that pleasure. You are so, so, so close.
Bakugo senses it and sucks harder on your clit, heat radiating out through your body. Every nerve in your body feels like it is on fire and you cum hard. You don’t know if it’s because it’s Bakugo or him being an Alpha or the fact that he knows what he’s doing but you sure as hell don’t care. Stars burst behind your closed eyes and you cry out his name over and over. But he doesn’t stop. He backs off just enough to get you through the aftershocks, his mouth and rumbles soothing you.
This man.
He definitely knows what he’s doing, pulling away and sitting up on his knees just before you hit overstimulation. Still panting, you watch him make a show of licking your slick off of his hand and smile, showing your own small fangs. Your Omega is almost fully forward at this point and it’s all you can do to stay coherent.
“Al — Kat – need you.”
Bakugo grins, fangs long and dangerous as he frees his cock from his boxers, stroking it slowly. It’s hard and dark red, soaked at the tip.
“Want this cock sweet girl?”
You nod, reaching for him. He rumbles deeper in his chest and with his Alpha fully forward, he barks a command.
“Omega. Present.”
This time you mewl and chirp, no matter how out of it you still are, you scramble clumsily onto your knees and into position. On all fours for him. The smell of your slick and pheromones is now thick in the air and Bakugo leans down, licking a few long stripes over your pussy and ass. This makes you whimper and your thighs are shaking already. Blood is rushing in your ears and you barely hear anything from Bakugo as he presses the head of his cock to your soaked entrance. He swats your ass on one cheek and then the other, making you gasp and distracts you enough for him to slide in half way. This time he stops, panting and drool running down his chin.
“Oh fuck, Princess. So tight and wet for me. Want me to fill you up?”
You’re already wrecked and he hasn’t even moved yet.
Whines and moans come from you along with barely coherent words.
“Y-y-yes! Need more!”
He grasps your hips and slides the rest of the way in with a louder growl.
Bottoming out, he stops again, allowing you to get used to him.
He knows you're not a virgin but he still wants you to be comfortable. Still wants you to enjoy this as much as he does. Bakugo loves all the things about being an Alpha. How his presence is felt the second he walks in a room. How Omegas immediately want to know him. How he can get away with a little bit of arrogance. But on the other hand, he’s not brutish or rough. Unless that’s what someone wants. Gripping your hips with his large hands, he starts to thrust, long and deep. Root to tip. You feel amazing around him and he wants to savor it. Plus, he loves the noises you make every time he goes deep.
You’re full.
So full.
No one has never fucked you like this.
It’s never felt this good.
Maybe your friends were right and Bakugo was meant for you.
Or something.
That’s a later thought for a later time.
Right now, your Omega won’t stop whining and you can’t stop moaning. Your skin is sweaty and you feel like you’re on fire. But your arms are wobbling and you fall to your elbows, burying your face in the blankets. This changes the angle and you keen as the thrusts of his cock now rub against your gspot.
“Alpha!”
“Did I find that spot, pretty girl?”
All you can do is push back as you feel that familiar tingle starting in your toes. You are being pushed to the edge with every rub of your gspot and you are powerless to stop it. Bakugo stops, pulls out and quickly uses his strength to flip you on your back before thrusting back in. There’s no time for you to react let alone complain before you are moaning louder. You try to focus your eyes and there he is, above you and close, panting against your lips.
“Want to see your face when you take my knot baby. Do you want it?”
Now you are lifting your hips against him, meeting his thrusts on purpose. Skin is slapping skin and you are breathless as you answer, getting so close all over again.
“Want it! Want it! Give me your knot, Katsuki!”
Bakugo growls, pupils fully blown and he thrusts harder.
His Alpha wants to breed and tie you.
There’s a whisper about mating you, bonding with you but Bakugo pushes that away. That’s another later problem.
Bakugo can feel his knot smacking against your sensitive rim and you can feel yourself almost to that edge. It never completely waned and before you can say anything, you tumble over. Back arching, you dig your heels into his thighs and your fingers into his biceps as you climax. It’s beyond all encompassing and you are so lost in pleasure that you don’t notice Bakugo slam his knot inside as he is cums right along with you. The cries that come from you are mixed with sobs as his knot stretches and ties you.
You gasp for breath.
Your body shakes hard beneath him.
Bakugo rumbles and chuffs as he rolls you both to the side, wrapping his arms tight around you. He’s doing his best to ground you while the both of you come down. Even as you are still trying to catch your breath, chirps and intermittent purring comes from you. He pushes back the hair from your sweaty forehead, wipes your tears and gently kisses your temple.
His voice is gruff.
“Look at me, Princess.”
For a minute, you don’t want to. You’re tingly and your brain is fuzzy. Slowly you open your eyes and meet his pretty garnet ones that are soft with worry.
You briefly whine.
“Shhhhh, it’s okay.”
“Katsuki.”
He cracks a soft smile and briefly kisses you.
“My sweet Omega. You’re everything I knew you would be.”
Now that you are gaining your coherence back you kiss him back and then nuzzle against him.
“Your Omega?”
Bakugo gives a deep rumble.
“I've wanted you to be mine since the day I saw you across the room at that party.”
You snort a soft laugh and run your fingers through his spiky blond hair and down his jawline. He playfully nips at your fingers with his fangs and a small growl, making you laugh more. The two of you stay like this just enjoying the quiet intimacy. His knot has gone down and yet you stay wrapped up together in the nest, languidly making out and touching.
“Now can I convince you to move in with me, Princess?”
You deliberately look away to tease him, acting like you are thinking about it. Even though you had protested previously about it being too soon to live together, his absence while on his business trip had changed your mind. You wanted him, needed him. Probably in love with him without realizing. With nothing to lose you smile up at him.
“You don’t need to convince me, Alpha. I want to.”