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Bakugou Katsuki takes his job as a bodyguard seriously, with no exceptions. He’s protected countless important people with the mentality of not getting too close, not getting attached. They were clients, nothing more.
The omega he’s been assigned to protect is more of a nuisance than anything. A rule breaker, one who is constantly evading his watchful eye in attempts to do his own thing as if he didn’t have an obsessed stalker coming after him.
“I’m pretty sure I can handle him myself,” The omega keeps insisting. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
The omega, a gorgeous, redheaded pop star, was a fucking idiot. Bakugou learns that rather quickly in his first few hours of work. He’s reckless, immature, constantly dismissing orders for his own good in favor of fucking off and doing things his way.
During one of the omega’s performances on live television, the stalker gets brave. They were hidden amongst the audience, nothing out of the ordinary until suddenly a guy is standing up and beginning to threaten the omega with extreme vulgarity and rather graphic depictions of what he plans to do to the omega.
He has a weapon, one he doesn’t hesitate to pull out once the omega looks up into the crowd and locks eyes with him.
“I’m going to blow your fucking head off!” The man shouts, shaking as he gives his threat. “You stupid, pop star bitch!”
Bakugou is quick to apprehend the guy the minute his threats became more vocal, the man practically bursting into tears as soon as they make an impact with the ground. After that, the omega becomes more fond of the bodyguard and of the protection he provides. He doesn’t snap at him to go away, doesn’t demand to be left alone.
It’s at that time that Bakugou comes to appreciate the pop star. He watches as the normally demanding and rather diva-like omega reveals a softer side of himself, one that showcases a heart of gold and a gentle touch that isn’t just an act put on for the media, but rather a true reflection of the omega himself. It makes sense now, what was so appealing about the omega.
Still, Bakugou didn’t have time to indulge himself in fantasies of love and courting. He had a job to do, a job he rather liked and could not compromise just because he was finding himself attracted to the pop star.
One night, Bakugou makes the mistake of not knocking on the pop star’s hotel room door before he enters the premises.
The pop star lounges across his hotel bed, long red hair spread across the pillows as his hand pushes a bright orange vibrator in and out of his eager hole. His eyes are screwed shut, tiny moans escaping soft pink lips.
Bakugou is so entranced by the vibrator that he nearly misses his name rolling off the pop star’s tongue. His cheeks redden as he continues to watch the omega in front of him, unable to tear his eyes away from the sculpted, tanned body, skin tined red from exertion. Had Kirishima Eijirou always been this fucking beautiful?
“F-faster Bakugou,” Kirishima whines, pumping the toy faster as Bakugou continues to stare at him hungrily, mouth open.
I should not be watching this.
Kirishima’s eyes flutter open for just a moment when suddenly he yells and tosses the toy away from him. He pulls the covers from the bed up and over his heaving chest, gasping as he locks eyes with Bakugou from across the room. “Bakugou! Do you know how to fucking knock, or smell the god damn room?”
Bakugou isn’t quite sure how he missed the scent that floods the room, the strong smell of an omega’s arousal clear as day the more he stops to take it in.
“I was coming to check on you,” Bakugou explains, closing the door behind him and stepping into the room. The smell is stronger now, sweet strawberry and delectable vanilla. His alpha wants to devour. “Clearly you are fine.”
“Clearly!” Kirishima gives him a nasty scowl, covering his chest further with the comforter. “Now can you leave?”
Bakugou should. This was about to turn into a huge breach of his contract if he allowed his alpha to take over.
Yet.
“Should I?” He pushes, stepping closer to the omega’s bed. The strong scent of arousal only thickens the closer he is, a seductive grin spreading across his face as he lowers his voice. “I think you want me to stay.”
Kirishima swallows, cheeks tinted a soft pink. “A-and what makes you say that?”
Bakugou hesitates for a brief moment, hand raises to pull down the comforter and expose Kirishima’s muscular chest. He locks eyes with the omega, who slowly nods in confirmation as he allows the alpha’s hand to reveal pierced nipples, sun-kissed freckles that decorate a tanned collarbone.
“You smell incredible,” Bakugou tells him, face getting closer to Kirishima’s own. “Would you smell like this if you didn’t want to me stick around?”
Kirishima shakes his head slowly.
“Besides,” Bakugou continues, pulling the comforter further down with the omega’s approval. “I heard my name on those pretty lips of yours. Do you want me to fuck you properly, Kirishima?”
He expects it when the pop star launches himself forward, sealing their lips together in a mess of teeth and tongues. It’s wet, sloppy as they adjust and Kirishima is quick to make work of ripping off Bakugou’s jacket.
“So desperate,” Bakugou teases, allowing Kirishima to rip at his shirt. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked, omega?”
“Too fucking long,” Kirishima growls, tossing Bakugou’s shirt aside and immediately latching himself to one of the bodyguard’s nipples. “My bodyguard hasn’t let me bring anybody back to my hotel room in a while.”
Bakugou grins, pulling Kirishima up to bite at his plump bottom lip. “Maybe he was tired of you parading around that tight little ass of yours, acting as though it doesn’t belong to him.”
Kirishima shudders at Bakugou’s words, humping pathetically against Bakugou’s clothed thigh. “Prove it.”
Bakugou pushes Kirishima back against the pillows, spreading his legs open and settling between them with a lick of his lips. He presses a kiss to Kirishima’s leaking tip, grinning up at him with hungry eyes as the omega stares down at him lustfully.
“This little thing here?” Bakugou’s tongue licks up the shaft slowly, making Kirishima gasp. “Mine, you got that?”
Kirishima nods, gasping as Bakugou engulfs his cock easily. “F-fuck!”
Bakugou reaches up, flicking one of the barbells through Kirishima’s nipple. “You need to be quiet,” he scolds, teasing the omega once more with a kitten lick to his reddened tip. “Or I’ll stop making you feel good.”
Kirishima pouts, bottom lip looking plump and beautiful. “No, no I want-”
“You little cock slut,” Bakugou kisses Kirishima’s inner thigh. “So desperate for my mouth. Stay quiet and you’ll get it.”
The room is overwhelming with the scent of arousal and slick, a mix of sweet strawberry and spice as Bakugou makes of the pop star. Kirishima whines through a closed mouth, burying his noises as much as he can into the pillows surrounding him as Bakugou continues to suck him off.
Pretty, Bakugou thinks to himself as tears glisten in Kirishima’s eyes. He pulls off of him with a pop, crawling up to the omega’s mouth and licking into it hungrily. “Are you ready, princess?” He asks, bringing his fingers to the omega’s mouth. “Get my fingers wet, need to stretch you. Kirishima accepts his fingers eagerly, coating them in saliva as Bakugou grins at him smugly. “Such a good little slut.”
“Y-yeah,” Kirishima pants, watching as Bakugou moves back down to his ass. “I’m a good little slut, all for you alpha.”
“The very best,” Bakugou kisses his thighs, his cheeks. “Hope your hold is still stretched from that little toy.”
Bakugou’s fingers press slowly into the stretched hole, Kirishima gasping as the alpha scissors his fingers inside of him. “Y-yes Bakugou, fuck.”
Bakugou grins, pressing his lips against Kirishima’s thighs as his fingers work on opening up the omega. “Hardly have to do anything, you eager slut. How long were you going with that toy of yours, hm? How many orgasms did you work through?”
Kirishima’s back arches as Bakugou fucks him harder on his fingers, squirming. “Ah-No-None! I promise!”
“You poor omega,” Bakugou shakes his head, pumping his fingers gaster. “Do you need release? Do you want a real fucking alpha to get you where you want?”
Kirishima attempts to stifle a cry, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “Please! Knot me, fuck me, please!”
Bakugou clicks his tongue, removing his fingers from Kirishima’s hole and reaching to undo his jeans. His cock springs free instantly, Kirishima’s mouth dropping slightly as the bodyguard steps forward.
“Knot me,” Kirishima all but demands of him. “I want that inside me now.”
“I bet you fucking do, omega,” Bakugou grins, pushing Kirishima’s legs back open as he angles his cock. “Ready?”
Kirishima nods, yanking Bakugou down to kiss him. “Fucking ruin me,” he whispers.
“Glady, princess.”
Kirishima feels too damn good to be true. He’s loose, warm, addicting. Pretty little noises fall from his open mouth, loud as he pushes himself further onto Bakugou’s cock. His hands desperately grip at the sheets, his hips doing most of the work as he wiggles and adjusts.
“I’m going to flip us,” Bakugou tells him, gathering the pop star into his arms. “I want you to show me what you’re made of, pop star.”
Kirishima nods, wrapping his arms around the bodyguard as Bakugou flips them until he’s underneath the redhead, hands gripping his hips in order to control the pace the omega goes. Kirishima’s quick to act, desperate as he begins to rock himself onto the alpha’s cock. Bakugou can’t help the smile on his face as the omega rides him, eager and moaning lewdly for everyone to hear.
“You have such a beautiful voice,” Bakugou tells him, reaching up to flick a pierced nipple. “Sorry for muffling it before, princess.”
Kirishima doesn’t respond, too lost in bouncing faster as he pushes his long hair out of his face. His hips rock in smooth motions, sexy as hell in Bakugou’s eyes as he matches the omega’s movements beat for beat.
“Fuck you feel so good,” Bakugou gasps, grunting as he fucks up into the redhead. “Gonna pop my knot in you soon, pump you so fucking full you gorgeous little slut.”
“Yes!” Kirishima shouts. “Knot, I want your knot, pleasepleaseplease.”
Bakugou moves up, pulling Kirishima into his lap as he fucks him harder, the omega clinging to him desperately until both of them release their orgasms. Bakugou’s knot slips in perfectly, locking them in place as Kirishima paints their stomachs white. Bakugou’s damn sure he’s filled the omega to the brim, especially if his pleased whine says anything.
“Thank you,” Kirishima whispers into his ear. “For walking in on me.”
Bakugou snorts, pushing Kirishima’s hair out of his face. “I’m the only one besides you who has a key, dumbass.”
Kirishima hums into Bakugou’s neck with a satisfied smile. “Yeah, I know.”
Cheeky little shit.
Bakugou knows there was going to be hell to pay for this. He might need to look for a different job. Hell, Kirishima might have only wanted a knot tonight and nothing else beyond that. Still, he finds himself comfortable with the beautiful omega in his lap, pressing lazy kisses into sweat-stained skin. He’s content.
“You deserve a promotion,” Kirishima mumbles into his neck. “Best fucking bodyguard I’ve ever had.”
Bakugou simply laughs into the omega’s ear, allowing the two of them to fall back into pillows. He reaches for the covers, pulling them over their naked bodies as he kisses Kirishima’s cheek. “Get some sleep, omega. It’s going to be a while before the knot goes down.”
Kirishima is already asleep by the time the lights are out.