more pregnancy krbk au, this is going to be a word vomit not a thread i stg

cw: a/b/o, pregnancy

Bakugou being like. Rich. Really rich. Super rich. But also like, being super bad with people. Like mega bad. Pisses off anyone he comes by because he's Bakugou Fucking Katsuki.

His first wife, Camie, from an arranged-marrige, cheated on him multiple times. Not that he really cared, because they were never in love. But it creates bad publicity and they split because of it. He still has brunch with her when they're both free because she's tolerable.

She's how he gets introduced to concept of one-nightstands and friends w/ benefits arrangements.

One night at a bar with ex-wife can really change a man's world.

Because it's how he meets a college student, a little bit younger than him, who's dtf (down to fuck, apparently) pretty much anytime he asks.

He knows his last name is Kirishima and that's all they've ever shared between each other. Besides multiple beds in hotels they frequent. Because it's so much easier to keep his identity (and wealth) secret.

They don't have heat sex. The don't have rut sex. Kirishima receives the address to the hotel they'll meet at and that's all.

He has no interest in getting married again, mating, definitely not having children. He has a multi-billion company he inherited from his hag of a mother. If he plays his cards right, it might become a multi-trillion in the next five years.

It does peeve him a little when he receives a text from Kirishima out of the blue that, "I can't see you anymore."

But even he knew it would eventually come to an end. It's just annoying to have to find someone else so available.

Kid was really fucking hot too...

But life goes on and Katsuki doesn't think about his hookup again, until he receives several messages from the same person across multiple of his social media accounts-

"How dare you not take responsibility for a child you help make."

Katsuki reacts with what any person would do in that situation:

“What fucking child.”

He doesn’t get an answer. Not on any of the messages he received. Katsuki isn’t stupid. He took down this person’s info before he answered - before he was inevitably blocked.

He’s a smart fella. He can connect the dots. He hasn’t found anyone to sleep with since Kirishima because he’s been so busy. (Hence why he was so convenient to get with.)

So that can only mean one thing.

...Katsuki also knows he’s been given an out. That there was no expectation that he would contribute. Kirishima wasn’t planning on telling him.

If Ashido Mina hadn’t sent this message he might not ever know.

...

It’s how he ends up on the other side of the door, at the apartment he knows they share together.

He’s not stupid by any means. Katsuki’s only here because he wants to confirm.

It’s her - pink hair bitch - who answers the door. She’s got darker skin, probably a foreign blood in her, though she speaks clear Japanese.

Her dark skin goes white as she whispers ‘oh fuck’.

Katsuki’s foot wedged in the crack of the door is the only reason it can’t be slammed.

“Go away!” She hisses, which is doing nothing but confirming he already knows.

For some reason he wants to see though. He ignores her cussing and scratching as he shoulders his way in.

It’s perfect, because right when he gets himself in, holding Pinky an arms length away.

Kirishima comes around the corner with, “Who’s at the door Mina- oh.”

It’s only been two months since he called things off. Katsuki doesn’t know what he was expecting - maybe something more drastic.

His hair is a bit longer. His skin slightly more fair.

But he’s still the same person he’s eased into a bed many a time.

Maybe he doesn’t have the pregnancy look yet, but the way he’s suddenly holding his stomach is compelling.

They’re left to an awkward stand off. Even Pinky has stopped fighting him.

“Ei...” She breathes against Katsuki’s palm. “I’m so sorry-!”

“It’s okay Mina...” He gives her this strained smile. “Maybe give us some privacy though. To talk?”

The girl grabs her keys and is gone in an instant.

And then, it’s just the two of them.

Or well, two and a half.

Katsuki watches the kid visibly shrink back.

“I’m assuming you saw Mina’s message-“

“Is it true?”

Kirishima’s mouth snaps shut. Probably not expecting him to be so forward.

He watches his jaw pop open and close a few times. Katsuki frowns further.

“Is it true or not?” He says it a little more forceful. He’s not a fan of repeating himself.

“Y-yeah. It’s true.” That jaw works around itself slowly. “I’m- yeah. I’m, uh, pregnant.”

Katsuki nods. Shoving his hands in his pocket.

He turns back towards the door.

Not surprising - footsteps follow after.

“Um. Wait. Is- is that it? That’s all you wanted?”

“Yeah.” Katsuki responds curtly.

The footsteps cease behind him. Katsuki’s got his hand on the door handle.

“Oh.”

Katsuki turns the knob. It makes a clicking sound when he does.

He knows Kirishima is still standing behind him.

He cuts his eyes over his shoulder.

“Does it matter?”

Kirishima blinks. “Huh?”

Katsuki ‘tsks’.

“You weren’t going to tell me, anyways.” They meet eyes. “So tell me, does it matter?”

He watches the omega freeze completely in place.

Eventually, in a small voice, “....I guess not.”

Katsuki opens the door.

“...so when I ask you what you need from me, you are not to make a big deal of it. Got it?”

Behind him, the guy might have choked. “Huh?!”

“I’m not going to fucking repeat myself. Answer me when I text you or don’t. Your choice.”

He shuts the door with a bit of force, ending the conversation.

>>>>> to Kirishima

What do you need?

>>>>> from Kirishima

listen, i really dont need u to give me anythin. i can handle this

>>>>> to Kirishima

Answer the question. Now.

>>>>> from Kirishima

diapers

I would want to go a little deeper into this part. Because here, writing in Bakugou’s perspective, he had no intention of having anything to do with this kid or Kirishima.

He was stubborn. He set a goal and met it. He wasn’t going to have a relationship or kids. He was certain of it.

He was going to make sure Kirishima understand that. Take it to court and protect his assets.

It would be really complicated and even he wouldn’t understand his sudden change of heart.

His PR manager (self proclaimed childhood friend) shitty Deku certainly didn’t get it.

Deku’s beside himself over it. They’re still dealing with the Camie scandal repercussions and now an unplanned pregnancy with an unknown, unmated omega?

Who Katsuki went to visit and speak with, without a lawyer?

And now Katsuki’s personal assistant Momo is looking up diaper brands???

“Kacchan c’mon!” Deku fusses at him exasperatedly.

Katsuki’s ignoring him, as usual.

“You have to take this seriously! This could ruin everything we’ve worked for so far!”

He. He worked for so far.

“I can’t believe you’d go do something so irrational-“

“I asked if he was pregnant and am going to buy him diapers. Stop acting like I shot the prime minister, Deku.”

Deku must realize his mood through his tone. He gets quiet immediately.

After a long moment of silence. “Okay. Okay, Kacchan. If that’s all that happened, then maybe we will be fine.”

Deku pauses. “But it stops here. You can’t risk anymore than this. We will send him whatever he needs, but you can’t go see him, Kacchan. Promise me you won’t go see him again.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, shitty nerd. Now fucking drop it. Before I get really angry.”

Katsuki doesn’t plan to participate in any of this further than making sure that omega can cover an infants basic needs.

It’s a fair exchange.

You guys already know it. You know Katsuki caves and he ends up seeing Kirishima again.

For a while they have a minimal line of communication. Just like the thing with the diapers. Katsuki asks what he needs and Katsuki will say something very basic like "baby formula" "spit rags" "bottles"

He never asks for much. But Katsuki sends enough. After Momo does the research. They sent enough diapers to last the kid through the entire babydom. Katsuki did the math and estimated extra for an average diaper usage per child.

Pinky's been helpful. Somehow she's gotten his number and texts him things her roommate really needs.

It's easy to InstaC*rt anything over that's medication or grocery related.

Soon enough he's going to give everything both of them need and then all of this will be over.

Deku can stop giving him dirty looks over coffee as they go over his finances.

>>>>> from Kirishima

this is pathetic, but im fuckin dyin, can we just fuck so i can have some relief pls????

It's a red flag. It's a siren before a storm. It's everything you are told to avoid in life because it's bad and it's only going to bring more trouble than it's worth in the end.

In no way should Katsuki dignify this with any kind of answer at all.

>>>>> to Kirishima

Is your roommate there?

It's how they start fucking again. It's how everything for them has started in this fucking life.

Apparently unmated omegas felt the hormones from being pregnant a lot more.

Without out an alpha, they had the tendency to frenzy.

Sexual frenzies.

Kirishima is fucking insatiable somedays. They're back to fucking in hotels, to spare his roommate or whatever. Katsuki simply books a room under one of his employees names.

Because he has to be discreet booking for sex hotels.

It's not like he can get to the fucking omega immediately, every time he's horny (which is a LOT).

So he makes sure his room is well prepped. Until he has the time to swing by and pop a knot in him so Kirishima can calm down for five minutes.

It feels like it's all the time. He feels like he sees Kirishima in a hotel bed more than his own bed these days.

It's a god given miracle Deku doesn't manage to catch on.

It’s been a month since Katsuki started send Kirishima whatever he needed and now he’s fucking him on the regular just so he doesn’t lose his mind.

Because he sees him so regularly, it’s how Katsuki first notices...

...the change.

Maybe it's subtle. Who knows. Apparently you'll learn something about another body, though, after spending practically every other day fucking it.

Katsuki doesn't keep up with Kirishima. Which means he has no idea about...any of this.

But.

His stomach.

He notices it first in his stomach.

It's almost like a bloat - after a good meal, the kind that has you leaning back with a slow exhale.

Only it doesn't go away. Maybe looking a little bigger compared to when they're first waking up.

But there's something there. Something that pushes out the abs of an omega worked from stone.

He starts to feel it to. Places that use to be tight and coiled with muscle? Start to have a little give. Just a little. Almost like a padding of softness.

It's almost fascinating in someway. Striking him on the oddest of times when he realizes the hips he's holding, his finger tips press into.

The thighs he bites across don't feel so tight on his teeth.

That stomach is round. It never flattens out again, not after Katsuki first notices it.

He can't unsee it now. Sometimes it's all he can stare at.

The pace of things change too. Every week, it feels like it's completely different.

Most days Kirishima waits for him. Needy and insatiable. Understanding, but on him as soon as he comes in the door with something to give.

...but even that changes. Not often. Permanently. But sometimes he'll come in and have a bare back pointed towards him. A snarky attitude. Hisses and snarls thrown back over his shoulder at him.

Kirishima will still want to be fucked. But it's nothing like what's become their routine.

It throws him off his game. It's a side of the omega he never foresaw.

And then. There's the sentimental Kirishima.

The one that cries while having sex. Bemoans the subtle, but clear changes in his own body.

Who uses the quietest of voices, barely audible over the slap between their skin.

"Can you...do me gentle? Maybe hold me. Just for a little bit."

Katsuki's thrown off his game. He's completely out of territory he knows how to traverse through.

He does as he's asked because he knows how to do nothing else.

And then spends all night staring at the ceiling.

Wondering why the heat between them lingers much longer when they spend the night this way.

Katsuki's always out by morning. Before Kirishima ever wakes. He has work - a job. A serious job. Most nights, Kirishima zaps the energy from him. It's why he chooses to stay.

It's a strategic choice. He paid for the room anyways.

Kirishima has a job too. So he'd be going anyways. He knows it because sometime his apron is on the floor when he steps in the door. It's an obscure coffee shop name. Basic and nowhere near as good as their competitors.

His other assistant Jirou does not question why the place she'll pick up his order changes after so many years.

Or why the tip charge increases.

He's doing it for himself. They'll be nothing for him to think back on if he can prove to himself that this guy can manage to remain stable.

It's a big mistake.

It's how Deku finds out.

He's waiting for Katsuki in his office. With the lights turned down.

Katsuki almost doesn't notice him.

The lights flick on suddenly.

Deku's staring intensely at him.

"Kacchan. It's over."

His green eyes seem to shine vibrantly in the dim light.

Katsuki stands frozen. Blinking over and over at the sudden presence of his manager. The anger that seems to linger in his gaze. The tight set to his shoulders.

Katsuki remembers him when he was small. We he used to knock out his knees with his foot and knock him in the river.

He doesn't look like the meek person he always remembers.

Deku steps forward. His eyes never leave Katsuki.

"This has gone on long enough. It's over. This, whatever you're doing. It's over. I've let it go on long enough. Thinking you'd realize yourself and come to your sense but..."

"I'm not going to let you destroy yourself with this. Not after everything you've worked for, for so long. Katsuki, you can't give up your whole life for one mistake. I won't allow it. I just won't.

"I hate to do this to you...you know I wouldn't without good reason but..."

Katsuki feels his spine freeze.

"Kacchan, I called your Mother."

...that's when all hell breaks loose.

"You what?" Katsuki steps forward, fists shaking. "You did WHAT?!"

Deku's shoulders drop instantly, his old face returning. He still has the gall to puff out his chest.

"I called your Mother, to get you back in line-"

"You piece of shit! You fucking bitch ass snitch! I wasn't out of line,! I'm a grown ass fucking man. I'll kill you!"

"Kacchan, you were jeopardizing your livelihood-"

"I'll SHOW you who's jeopardizing their livelihood. Come here you sack of shit!"

Katsuki tears through the office. Rams against shelves. Flips over his desk. Sends his desktop flying.

Deku evades every grab he makes for him. Like a pest. A stupid fucking fly, only there to be swatted.

He..he hasn't felt this angry in so long. It's chest crushing. Mind numbing. His skin is scorching with a tingling that runs from his toes, all the way up his spin.

Katsuki hasn't felt this much anger since- since middle school.

"This is exactly why I did this!" Deku yells, lunging out of the way. "You're out of control!"

"See how long you can say that when I strangle you!"

"I'm only doing what's best for you!"

Katsuki roars.

"You don't know a goddamn thing about me!"

"Boys." A third voice cuts in, snapping over the room like an exploding band.

Katsuki's knees almost give.

In the open doorway, the entrance Katsuki hadn't bothered closing, stands the scariest demon in all existence - defeating even the hellbringer himself.

Bakugou Mitsuki. 50 years old. First CEO in Japan's history to drag three separate corporations from the dirt up.

All done in her early 20s.

'Demon Of The Chair.' Her colleagues would say.

"Old Hag..." Katsuki grits out, eyes narrowing.

In her pristine, grey suit. Skirt without a ruffle, heels higher than Deku's chance of living through this-

The Hag crosses her arms, regarding him.

Deku pops up from behind his turned over desk. "Mitsuki-san!"

Her eyes briefly leave his, lighting up when she spies shitty Deku, giving him a brief smile and wave.

Deku bows, like the grovelling worm he is.

He'd bury him into the ground if The Hag's eyes didn't fall back on him.

Her arms cross back tightly again.

"Greet your Mother, Brat." She demands, icily from her tongue.

"I already have, /hag/." He snaps back.

Her eyes narrow further, but she doesn't move to take any step forward.

Katsuki digs his heels harder in.

He barely even flinches when her heels begin to clack harshly against the solid floor.

The wind brushes by him and he's left dumbfounded for a second. There's a loud sound - when Katsuki turns, it seems as if he's big desk chair has been righted.

The Hag sits down, crossing her legs.

She lights a cigarette right in front of him.

The ash falling where she taps it over where an astray would be if his office wasn't in shambles-

"So you knocked up a random broad and now you're trying to court them?"

He doesn't care what it looks like. Katsuki whips his head to the side, glaring holes through Deku's skull.

He would kill him. He would. He wouldhewould he would-

"Eyes on me, Katsuki."

Katsuki's head snaps back to face her.

It's been awhile since he's heard his first name.

Her eyes burrow into him like a drill to stone.

Katsuki grinds his teeth. "That's not the situation at all-!"

"But you did get someone pregnant. Someone you are apparently providing for, and seeing quite regularly."

His teeth shut back together with an audible clack.

He can't deny that.

Katsuki watches the way his mother takes a deep drag, the way the smoke billows from her mouth softly, escaping into the room, until it's no more than a wisp, gone like the win over her lips, reveling her colored scowl.

"We're still dealing with the repercussions of your failed marriage." She taps the cigarette. "Along with the defamation against your character, multiple eyewitnesses accounts witnessing your drunken stupor and physical assault on a close friend of the Chairman of the Board..."

"...and now I'm receiving a phone call, during the middle of my limited time off, when I'm trying to reconsummate my marriage with my husband..."

"...because you're doing dumb ass shit again?"

The bud of her finished cigarette falls to the floor. She stomps it underneath her shoe.

"Do I have that correct, son?"

Katsuki's skin is boiling. Bubbling like an aerosol can jammed into a fire. Shaking. Steaming. Burning.

Ready to fucking explode.

His jaw locks, like molasses spills from his bowls, keeping it stuck.

He was doing better; it was getting better. The therapy was helping. The anger wasn't spilling from his tongue like a firecracker anymore.

He was working hard. His business was thriving all on its own-

The press were picking the bare bone of that carcass even though it had been thoroughly baked in the sun by now.

People who had any bones in their old closet weren't allowed to become CEOs-

trigger warning

cw: quick mentions of assault, rape

"Which one is going to piss you off more? When they accuse you of assault? Or when they find that bitch and suddenly you're accused of rape? Are you going to attack another reporter for it? Just wait until Midoriya-kun comes and pulls your sorry ass off again-"

"/ENOUGH./"

It's him who yells, even though his eardrums are the ones trying to explode.

He has to breathe for a second. He has to breathe for another second.

The click of zippo lighter nicks the silence.

The smell of tobacco fills the room again.

His lungs burn.

"...they're already trying to eat you alive, boy. They're hungry for another scandal. They can't wait to make your whole world burn."

Katsuki sucks in a breath from his nose.

"Your explanation doesn't mean shit here. There's already too much baggage."

The breath comes back out, leaving a drying sensation.

"If you can't find a way to shut that door you've opened for good, there's no worth putting this empire in your hands anymore."

Kirishima's front door has several chips of paint missing off of it.

It's not like they live in that bad of a district. Really, he and that roommate could do so much better.

He always tells Bakugou, though, it's because they're college students. Money can be tights when you pay for school and rent.

He doesn't want to admit the amount of times he's considered offering them a new place.

Because it doesn't matter. The place they live in? Should not matter to him.

And it won't ever again. Not after today.

Katsuki taps his middle knuckle against the wood of the door.

It takes a minute, but after a bated breath, the door does open.

Kirishima is the one revealed behind the chipped paneling.

His expression is that of immediate surprise.

"Oh! Bakugou! Wow, no offense but you were the last person I was expecting."

He feels his fingers tighten in his pocket. "Can I come in?"

A decency inside him wanted it to at least not be in the hallway.

"What? Oh! Sure- yeah!"

The red-head steps aside, backing away and leaving the door to be shut by Katsuki as he backs into the entrance.

There's a bounce in his step as they shuffle further into the apartment.

It's a split second decision to slip out of his loafers to the house slippers.

Kirishima steps out of the doorway too quickly for him to try and stop him.

It's going to be awkward. He may just grab his shoes after and put them back on in the car. But it's disrespectful to dirty their house. Even if there's books and shit littered around kind of everywhere.

And baby stuff.

There's a lot of baby stuff packed into the place.

There's even more than the last time he came over here.

It's been five months, at least, since all of this started. Even before Katsuki's involvement. They've had plenty of time to accumulate. For Katsuki to send his fair share.

The bump in his stomach is too noticeable to hide his stomach anymore. Katsuki can tell through his red shirt, even with it being a bit loose on him.

Kirishima looks different too - and it's not just the belly or the fact he's not doing the shitty spiking thing Katsuki's seen him do with his hair several times before.

He's just different. The look about him, different.

Katsuki can't put it into words. His eyes simply see something now that he hadn't noticed about him before.

They round the only couch in the living area, a worn leather piece with a couple of little tears all across it.

Neither of them sit down.

Kirishima sets both hands on top of his hips. Accentuating the round of his stomach.

"So!" He smiles, "What brings you to the neighborhood!"

Katsuki opens his mouth and closes it. And again, feeling his mouth go dry.

He clears his throat, pulling slightly on his tie.

He watches red eyebrows furrow and before he can try to open his lips again, Kirishima chips in with, "Oh man, let me get you some water. You don't look great."

He treads the living room easily, like there isn't a minefield all around. Like it's normal for Katsuki to be standing in his living room and offering him something to drink.

Katsuki doesn't say anything, more than a little stunned.

He accepts the water as soon as Kirishima's back in the room, handing it to him. Taking three greedy gulps before pulling it away from his mouth with a gasp.

He sets it on the coffee table close by.

Kirishima's remains watching the entire time.

"Why don't you sit down, man."

No. No, that's a terrible idea. Especially if he's about to...

There's a shove at his shoulders, enough of a push that his knees bend and balance gives, making him fall back onto the leather. It deflates, air escaping around him with a woosh, as soon as he's down.

His limbs kind of just...flop out.

Kirishima is closer to him. Hovering over him now, a hand back on his hip.

"That's better." He chuckles. "You looked tense, man. Relax a little."

Katsuki blinks up at him, all of his thoughts, everything suddenly jarred.

"Mina's not here." Kirishima admits suddenly, then, lowering his voice a bit, "If you wanted to ask me to fuck, you don't have to be so keyed up about it."

Kirishima's eyes hold heat and for a split second Katsuki loses himself.

It's easy. The heat behind his eyes, the way the corner of his lip disappears behind his teeth. Katsuki almost loses it.

"We- we...can't." Katsuki grits out. His last needle of self-control.

Kirishima crosses his arms. His lips twist, but he closes his eyes with a nod.

"Yeah. I know. Mina's going to be back soon. We'd have to go somewhere else. I know you have something to tell me too, so lets just start with that."

Katsuki balks.

The air just leaves his body all at once. He's not entirely sure it comes back.

This. This is it.

This is going to be it.

"Kirishima..."

Kirishima was in the process of sitting down. Katsuki almost wishes he wouldn't. The face to face. Barely even a couch seat apart. It's too close. Too much.

He braces inwardly. It was inevitable.

Katsuki opens his mouth-

"Wait! Hold on wait!"

For someone carrying...another being inside them, he sure hops up quickly.

Katsuki isn't ready for him to turn his big, excited eyes down onto him.

"I want to show you something. I just- just hold on a sec."

He tears out of the living room, again, like there isn't a college minefield around them.

Leaving a stunned alpha to watch his back disappear down the hall.

There’s not a thought in his head when Kirishima comes hurrying back into the room, a white envelope in his hand.

“I know it’s not as important to you as it is to me but...here. Just take a look.”

Kirishima extends the envelope out to him. Katsuki takes it because he doesn’t know what else to do.

He keeps staring at him. Staring at Katsuki - staring at the envelope. He can’t quiet place the look in his eyes.

The omega lets out a small laugh. Probably because he doesn’t move. “Open it. C’mon, I promise it doesn’t bite!”

His fingers dig into the paper. Thumb brushing over where the seal has already been broken.

It’s easy enough to flick it open.

It’s even easier to slip out the piece of paper tucked inside.

It doesn’t mean any of it is easier on his heart, which is racing a mile a minute.

He- there’s no way to be certain, but this has to be, this would have to be-

Katsuki opens the folded paper.

Something falls in his lap.

He would have reached for the fallen piece first, if the words on the paper hadn’t caught his eye.

His eyes go out of focus as soon as the writing registers.

Three simple words, right at the top:

It’s a boy.

Katsuki’s eyes fall to what remains resting in his lap.

Without even picking it up, he already knows.

Black and white. A photo.

A sonogram.

The sonogram of the baby boy - in Kirishima.

The one they made.

Together.

“He’s the size of a sweet potato now!” Kirishima says to him matter-of-factly. “And we found out the gender today! Mina swore on her shoe collection it was a little girl. But I just knew it was a boy.”

There’s a different kind of smile there. The one on his face now.

The one looking down at the photo with Katsuki.

“And I figured, since y’know, you’ve been doing so much for us, it would be worth showing you! Thanks for helping me and the little guy out so much!”

Kirishima turns his smile up at him. Katsuki feels it against his skin burning full force.

“Maybe it’s weird for me to say, but even with the strange circumstances...I’m really happy.”

He laughs again. “I don’t know if this is something you thank someone for but I am really thankful, Bakugou!”