alkhale:

another ko-fi request with an omegaverse au, thanks for your support anon and hope you guys enjoy!

sfw

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“What the fuck are you doing?”

You looked up, completely and utterly proud of yourself this time.

Soft, cushioned comforters were layered over the floor, plush and inviting. You had cushioned couch pillows and ones from your shared bedroom propped along the walls of your makeshift fort. Corners of Bakugou’s sweaters and shirts stuck out from crevices of your fort, causing his burnt sugar scent to permeate the air and you nuzzled fondly into one of the pillows using his shirt as a cover. “I really outdid myself this time!”

Bakugou stared at the creation and you before him, kicking off his shoes. Some annoying omega had been trying to scent him since his rut was coming and he’d told her to fuck off a little more aggressively than he probably should’ve–but he was Pro Hero Ground Zero and he was a one mate guy, fuckers be damned.

“What the fuck is this?” Bakugou repeated, correcting himself this time.

You blinked, “It’s a nest.”

“I can see that,” Bakugou said roughly. “Why is it under the kitchen table?”

You blink once more, “What do you mean?”

Bakugou dragged one hand down his face. He eyed the side of the kitchen for a moment, a flurry of thoughts of gas leaks and dust and just overall discomfort on the kitchen floor leading to make him wonder why you chose beneath the kitchen table. He contemplated a series of actions, one the most promising being dragging you and your nest back to his bedroom where you belonged, but your heat was around the corner and you were a picky thing and if you decided to give him the cold shoulder in your neediest of times, there was going to be a problem.

He also just really fucking wanted to have you in his arms right now in bed.

“Why the fuck,” Bakugou began calmly, crouching down to your eye level and he found the sweater he’d been planning to wear in your amassed pile as well, “did you decide to make your nest here, dumbass?”

You frowned, tracing one finger along your blankets. “….no good?”

Fuck. Bakugou placed a hand over his mouth, eyeing the well formed nest and then you and he narrowed his eyes. “Why not, y’know, my fucking bedroom like you always do?”

“I’ve been reading into it lately,” you explained eagerly, “a lot of people say nests should be lower to the ground and in a well roofed space–so isn’t this perfect?”

You patted the mounds of cushioned blankets and pillows for proof. Beaming up at him with the stupidest smile you could muster.

Bakugou was finding his earlier genius idea of hauling you out from underneath the table, nest and all, a lot more appealing now. You’d probably get some childish kick out of the mini sleigh ride but you might also throw a fit about your hard work and he’d have to wrestle you into bed again (which wasn’t hard but he wasn’t really in the mood). Bakugou grunted, dropping his hand from his mouth and reaching forward to grab one corner of the nest. To hell with it.

“Hey,” his eyes found yours again and he stopped, a fistful of blanket and clothes. You’re giving him your dopiest smile, eyes filled with love and adoration and fuck–he narrowed his eyes. You open up your arms, tilting your head to the side a bit so your neck is open to him and you smile. “C’mere.”

God. That’s the other thing about you nearing your heats–sometimes you’re an annoying ball of  energy and stubborn, hardheaded tendencies so he has to wrestle you into place or get you in a hold to properly scent you because– “Katsuki, please! My coworkers are gonna gossip again and everyone knows I’m yours–” and sometimes you’re like this. Pliable, soft, and you welcome all advances because you just want him and–

Fuck. He had it bad.

Bakugou dropped his grip on your blankets. He dragged you closer to sit in between his legs and he buried his head into the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mingled with his–his favorite fucking smell in this entire shitty world. You hum, the smallest of purrs starting up in your chest and he feels the alpha instincts in him flickering to life because you’re his and you’re his and you’re his. He tipped your head back further, dragging his tongue along one of your swollen scent glands and you card your fingers through his hair, smiling when he aggressively nips the side of your neck.

“It’s nice, right?” You inquire happily. Bakugou narrowed his eyes, grunting against your neck. “The nest!”

His darkened eyes peered over your shoulder. He took in the cushioned walls, the piles of clothes and blankets and pillows and he flicked his gaze up to the side of  your face, a dopey, goofy smile curled over your lips as you carded fingers through his hair.

“Needs to be bigger,” Bakugou growled, toppling you over and smothering you against the mounds of blankets as he buried his face into the side of your neck and inhaled.

You grinned, wrapping your arms tightly around him as he set to work on loosening the tie around your sweatpants. “Can’t get it dirty okay? I want this one to last.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Katsuki.”

“Shut up and let me kiss you, damn it.”