i got a brain worm

To alphas there's nothing sexier than a pregnant omega. And in a world with more alphas than omegas - you'd have to be an idiot not to capitalize on that shit. Hence, strip clubs where all the dancers are in varying stages of pregnancy.

Bakugou's pregnant incredibly often, whether through anonymous fucks to or artificial insemination. This job is fuckin' sweet and not to mention how good it feels to be doted on by alphas that tip you hundreds at a time.

Belly rubs, massages for his swelling tits, gifts..

Though it was made way more tolerable since he'd gotten his sugar daddy. He was damn near bought every night by a guy with red hair that dressed like a dad on vacation.

Whenever the man walks in, Bakugou immediately claims his lap as his own and rubs his belly against him.

"Welcome back," he purred, trying to hide just how excited he is. "Got money for us, Alpha?" Bakugou runs his hands over his growing bump for emphasis.

Kirishima joined him in worshipping the developing babies with a wide grin and a lighthearted laugh. "Of course!"

"Do you have any aches that need a little attention, babe?" Kirishima asks, giving his swelling tits a nuzzle. "I'll take care of 'em for you.."

"Now that you mention it, these are getting sore." Bakugou pressed his pecs against either side of the Alpha's face and gave him a second to enjoy being surrounded by that soft warmth. While his entire body was a sight to behold, his chest was Bakugou's point of pride.

Hearing that shuddering breath and shaky hands against his waist made him cackle.

"Mmn, you got it. Turn around for me, Katsuki?"

He'd given the Alpha the honor of using his first name as soon as he'd told Bakugou he was his favourite. A nice watch didn't hurt either.

Bakugou pressed his body down as he slid from his knees, then again as he planted his ass down on a growing bulge. The feeling of a knot inflating already underneath him kept him moving, running his barely covered cheeks over the growing tent until large hands caught his waist.

"Love the enthusiasm," Kirishima growled. "But you need to wait, okay?"

"Hurry up then. I don't like waiting." He shot back with a final drop of his hips. Kirishima pulled him backward and dug those thick fingers into his sore muscles, eliciting a deep hiss.

Stupid Alpha, he wasn't just being coy when he said they fuckin' hurt.

"You're so rude." Kirishima belly laughed as he began kneading Bakugou's soft tits with some force, enough to make the omega melt into him.

A few more reasons Bakugou loved this client in particular; he wasn't afraid to dig into that muscle, and his soft dad bod was like a pudgy pillow against his sore back.

"You love it.." Bakugou moaned, his voice like rubble as he pushed into those firm hands.

"I do, I do." Kirishima shoved his head between his neck and shoulder, taking deep breaths of the sweet and sour smell of omega sweat. "Still wanna teach you a few lessons in manners though, for fun."

"Pft, you, a teacher? I already know how to make bad decisions, idiot."

A playful threat of teeth ran over the pulse in his neck with a laugh. "Well yeah; you're letting an old man touch you like this after all. No, stuff like..." He hummed, twisting and releasing Bakugou's nipples as he thought.

"Waiting for me at the door.." A harsher twist.

Bakugou hissed.

"Not swearing so much.." Kirishima squeezed his pecs and pulled as if he were milking a cow. "Maybe sending me pictures when I ask for them. You know, manners."

Bakugou beat his heels against the floor and clawed up the plush arms of the chair as he tried to keep himself under control. His dick was straining against his little dental-floss g-string and the heat Kirishima was giving off wasn't fucking helping.

"Those aren't manners, dipshit." he croaked.

"Whatever you wanna call 'em dude, I'd love to train them into you." Kirishima's warm hands disappeared, leaving his sore chest feeling cold. Instead, a solid hundred was slipped under his string, dangerously close to his dick.

"Any other pains, baby?" he asked, absolutely leading him on. "I do have you until closing. If you just wanna talk that'd be fine with me. How's school? Life? Work?"

"You're such an asshole." Bakugou growled and gave a perhaps too enthusiastic bounce on Kirishima's tent.

A pained wheeze made him feel guilty for a second -- just a second. Because that's when an arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him in close as Kirishima recovered.
"Oooof Katsuki you're so mean to me. What kind of examples are you making for your kids?"

And despite the feeling of 'maybe crushing his dick was going too far' he huffed. "Damn good life lessons apparently."

Kirishima hugged his waist tightly, stroking his belly bump. "It's okay babies, I'll make sure you're upstanding little citizens. Be the best daddy for you."

Bakugou's heart skipped. This bastard.. talking like he was the stud that put these pups in his belly. Every Alpha that walked in put on that act too but this guy.. it sounded so fitting. So good.

"Be the best Daddy for the one in your fuckin lap now, asshole."

Kirishima pressed a kiss to Bakugou's neck. "Aww Katsuki.. there's enough of me to take care of all my babies. I'd never leave one ignored, yknow? Not very Alpha to do otherwise."
Hips rolled up into Bakugou's ass, showing off the fully inflated knot. Even clothed, it was big.

His breath came deeper and faster as Kirishima pulled him closer, until the tented pants were rubbing up against his barely covered balls.

"You're talking like they're yours."

"Come on, I got you for four more hours, indulge me."

Bakugou let out a long sigh, trying to cover his need to cool down by making the request sound like a burden bigger than the litter crowding his guts.

"Fine, but don't do anything stupid." He strained to heft himself up out of his damn excited chair.

Kirishima wrapped his hands around Bakugou's hips and helped him back up to his feet. The suppressed squeal told him that the display of helplessness was making his Alph-- his /client/ very happy.

Fuckin' gross.

"Did you get the back room or not?"

"Course! The usual one." Kirishima popped up right behind him, giving his near-bare ass a courtesy bump with his dick. Bakugou's least favourite of course; the room that was relatively normal save for a large, sturdy crib and birthing nest for that 'authentic' feeling.

He didn't hate it for the theme, rather for the fact it wasn't his room or his life. That Kirishima wouldn't be staying there with him. Thank fuck the job paid so well that he could afford a therapist to deal with the job that paid so well.

Bakugou let out a short grunt and set off to the back hallway, bobbing and weaving between omegas cooing and being doted on and felt up by alphas with the need to breed.

All the way he could feel Kirishima's heat on his back.

"I'm not going any faster just cause you're up my ass." he barked over his shoulder, cradling his bump on the way.

"Not rushing you at all, take your time babe. Hell, go slower if you want. Or should daddy carry you?" Hands on his sides again. Fuck did he ever wanna say yes.

But, work came first. None of these omega-ass-comma-dumb-bitch-comma-thirsty-whore feelings were going to make this alpha, hot and Daddy as he may be, any more than a piggy bank.

"You'd fall right on your ass if you tried." Bakugou murmured.

He pretended he couldn't hear the cackling and calls to see Kirishima 'bring out the boulders' over the crowds and music.

Their room was ready and made up to look so fucking domestic Bakugou felt like he was leading the sluttiest robbery ever.

Behind him, Kirishima slipped off his shoes and right into character, like he'd been anxiously waiting the whole time.
"Hey honey," he purred, rounding Bakugou to kiss the top of his head and nuzzle into his fluffy hair. "Let me see that sweet face, feels like its been forever."

Bakugou held Kirishima's arms and took a step back. He tried to keep his face solid, stoic, intimidating but he just couldn't seem to settle on an expression.

"Stu-pid.. Stupid Alpha." Get into character. "Leaving your family like that. You better make it up to us."

Kirishima perked and hummed, drawing Bakugou in close and overpowering him with hardly any effort. "I'm sorry! I'll show you all that I can be a really good Daddy, promise."
All Bakugou could smell was the bitter musk of an alpha with some cheap cologne splashed over it.

As he was crushed into his Alph- Dadd- CLIENT'S arms he pulled the shoulder of his tacky ass t-shirt, balled it to his nose and loudly snorted that reek.

"Fine," he shivered, "You get one more shot. Make it good for me."

Slick dribbled down his sticking thighs as that Alpha scent took his brain over. Kirishima seemed to notice as he pressed his finger between Bakugou's legs, gathering the thick slime onto his fingers.

"I think you mean /us,/ Katsuki." he smeared the slick over Bakugou's belly.

Then, brought his hand up to his lips to suck the thick coated off. "And when haven't I given you a good time?"

Fair question, unfair execution. Bakugou's knees knocked together, making him grab Kirishima by the sleeves again.

"What, need another hit of my B.O already?" This time, Kirishima pulled him into his arms and picked him up, like an inconveniently large teddy bear or a particularly feisty garbage bag. "I know, being pregnant makes you so hormonal. It fucks with mine too, you know?"

He laid Bakugou down, arranged comfortably into the prop birthing nest. The unscented blankets were giving him fucking anxiety, it all felt so sterile. It made that predatory look Kirishima was giving him all the more captivating, the one familiar thing in the room.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, shuddering as he held down a brutal mix of emotions. "How's that, old man? Not gonna start pissing on rugs to mark your territory are ya?"

Every single one of Bakugou's muscles were twitching and giving him different orders.

Fight, don't fight, submit, demand gifts. Being pulled every which way by his base instincts left him paralyzed and overwhelmed.

Of course, Kirishima's intense, slivered eyes and sharp toothed grin wasn't exactly a lifeline out of this. In fact, he was muttering liquid heat;

"They make me wanna fight everyone that looks at you, protect /my/ kids, remind us both that there's only one Alpha that can control your crazy ass."

He caressed Bakugou's belly, and both of them froze when they felt a kick against Kirishima's palm.

Bakugou wasn't sure what was more of a trip; his kids' comedic timing or just how tiny Kirishima's pupils got in that moment.

"Amazing." he muttered, half laughing. "They're loud and want my attention just as badly as you do."

"Shut up dammit." Bakugou gave Kirishima a half-hearted push. "Just get going already or I'll fuck you up my damn self, shitty Alpha."

The Alpha hummed and pushed Bakugou down into the knots of plush blankets and heaps of pillows. "Straight to the point, got it. My manly Omega."

Their foreplay always looked like a fight from the outside. A wrestling match where the only rule was boners must be in contact with each other at all times. A mix of appreciative hums and pleased grunts damn near drowned out the music outside.

Bakugou ripped the elastic out of Kirishima's hair ("Ow! Careful Katsuki, jeez.") and knotted his fingers into the wild locks of red hair. Kirishima retaliated by leaving a random pattern of bite marks all over Bakugou's swollen chest.

It was a goal to make the other hurt just enough to pair perfectly with the flicker of pleasure their dry humping brought.

Times together like these, Bakugou almost felt bad his litter wasn't Kirishima's.

"I can't fucking take it. Strippin' you right now.." Kirishima rose up and grabbed the sides of Bakugou's thong. He was quick to raise his legs, knowing from prior experience that Kirishima wasn't above just tearing them off if he was a fraction too slow.

"So weak.." Bakugou purred, the side of his mouth twitching up. "Still can't outlast me after months of seeing me."

"Only to you." Kirishima brought up his tiny, stringy underwear and pressed it to his nose to inhale the dank scent of slick. His entire body shuddered.

In any other context, an Alpha snorting his panties would've been creepy as shit. This time though, it made him gush with slick. An audible, visible gush.

Kirishima, sticky panties still in hand, gripped Bakugou's ankles tightly and immediately folded him in half. Or, far as he could get considering the situation.

That big, fat, perfect bulge up between his cheeks again. It's so fucking hot he couldn't help but grind down on it.

"Awww, little mama. Dont cry for it, I'm right here."

He was crying? Oh fuck, he /was/ crying. An absolutely sickening whimper was trickling from his throat. He'd freely punch another omega for making the sound he was right then.

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