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Izuku stands towards the back of the little coffee shop, having already placed his order. The place is small but rather busy, as expected on such a cold morning. His eyelids are heavy, threatening to pull him back to sleep. Just need my morning coffee, haha!
Izuku has always liked coffee shops. The smell of the coffee beans always had a neutralizing effect on other people's scents. As an alpha, his sense of smell is particularly sensitive.
Having a place to retreat that isn't his own home is nice. He can go, sit, work, without ever worrying about some distressed omega or handsy bonded pairs ruining his day.
The barista calls out his name and he moves forward to claim his order. He offers a small, polite thank you and turns to find a small corner table so he can enjoy the cup.
He sighs and removes the lid, letting the steam wisp out into the air.
A bit of commotion starts at the other side of the Cafe. It's hard to see what's going on, but Izuku is mostly trying to ignore it anyway.
"Sir, you are causing a ruckus- where is your alpha?" His ears prick up as the barista speaks.
"Ain't got a damn alpha! I just want fucking coffee," the offending omega grits out. Curiosity gets the best of him, and Izuku looks up and over the line to see a blond, red-faced omega standing at the counter.
"You are stinking up the place, get out and come back when you've got a knot or something to calm you down," the barista sneers. The omega bangs his fist against the counter, startling the other customers in line.
"You have to serve me! This is unfair!"
"Find an alpha and calm yourself!" The barista asserts.
The omega snarls and turns back towards the rest of the cafe.
"All right, one of you has got to be an alpha," he accusingly addresses the innocent people standing behind him, simply trying to get coffee and go.
"Sorry, I would help, but I'm mated," a man behind him sighs, earning an elbow jab in the ribs from the woman standing next to him. Izuku blinks at the scene.
The blond omega inhales, eyes darting around the shop. Izuku pales as he locks eyes with him and the omega smirks.
"You're an alpha," he points out. Izuku really doesn't want to get involved. Sure, he's unmated, but it's rather taboo for an omega to be out and about in the state he's in without some sort of . . . Help.
"Yes," Izuku says, evenly, as the omega draws closer. Izuku yelps and his eyes widen as the omega's scent reaches him. He clearly hasn't been knotted in ages.
"That fucker won't serve me unless I get an alpha," he huffs, jutting his thumb backwards at the barista.
"Y-yeah, I think you need one," Izuku breathes. The man just sighs again and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Well, get on with it," he grits, standing over him and turning around. The back zipper of his pants is enticing. It's a common fashion for omegas these days. Makes it much easier to service them in less convenient places, such as a coffee shop.
Izuku licks his lips and tentatively reaches for the zipper. As inconvenient as it may be, it really is an honor to be approached by a needy omega. Izuku's alpha instincts are all on edge, telling him that as an alpha, it is his biological duty to help when he can.
The zipper goes down, down, down, splaying open the omega's entire back end. His own pants feel instantly tight as the omega presents himself, his puffy, pink pussy dripping and clearly aching for the knot of an alpha.
The coffee shop goers around them mind their own business, barely even paying attention to what they're getting up to, aside from a quick glance or a muttering of finally or thank god someone's doing something about that smell.
Izuku presses his lips together and brushes his fingers gently against the spot where his folds meet, gathering slick at his fingertips. Without much of a warning, the omega grunts in frustration and thrusts backwards, sinking himself down onto Izuku's digits. Izuku's mouth hangs open, watching intently as the omega rocks his hips up and down against his fingers.
"Fuck, finally," the omega breathes, visibly relaxing. Izuku watches closely, intrigued by the way the omega is subdued, and shoves his fingers deep inside, stretching and twisting them inside his wet heat.
His cock starts to ache in his pants, straining against the confines of his jeans. His fingers move faster in and out of the omega. Without thinking, his other hand moves to his own pants, popping open the button on his jeans.
"Thanks, I think I can get my damn coffee now," the omega says, suddenly slipping off of Izuku's fingers and reaching around to pull the zipper on his pants. Izuku just stares, dumbfounded at the omega's actions. What is he doing? He can't just leave now, can he?
"I'm not done with you, " Izuku says, simply. The other man scrunches up his nose.
"Look, I'm not comin' here to get fucked by a stranger," he spits. "Just getting coffee and I'll be on my way."
"And I didn't come here to be patronized by a bratty omega," Izuku scoffs, gesturing to the laptop in front of him, hoping to get the message across that he's trying to get work down. "Come back here."
"Such a shame when an omega doesn't listen to their alpha," an older woman sitting nearby shakes her head. The blond frowns, clearly not liking the direction this is headed in. Izuku isn't sure what he thinks he's doing, coming out in public in heat like this. Without so much as a pseudo-knot lodged in his hole to keep him at bay. It's a rather reckless thing to do.
"I said, come here," Izuku insists.
"He's not my fucking alpha," the blond scoffs.
"Not yet," Izuku mutters, suddenly feeling the undeniable urge to claim. He doesn't even know this omega's name, yet alone where he's from or what he does for a living. But all his senses are telling him is claim, claim, claim.
And so he does.
The blond's eyes grow wide as Izuku gets up and makes a move towards him. In an instant, the blond is making a dash for the door, further instigating the chase. They don't get far out the door when Izuku finally catches him and pins him down against the sidewalk. His vision is cloudy and his head in a haze as he looks down at his captured omega, red and squirming beneath him, hands pinned at his sides. Izuku dips down and presses his face against his neck, breathing in his sweet omega scent, further inducing his own rut.
Quickly, he uses one hand to keep the omega pinned, the other to unzip both of their pants. His aching cock springs free of his boxers and he gives himself a couple of quick strokes before lining himself up and pressing into the omega.
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Katsuki was warned not to go out in public during heat, unless he wanted to return with a mate. And, well, he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he wouldn't hate the idea of going out and finding a mate that way. To have someone completely lose their mind over him.
And he's well on his way to getting what he wanted.
He lets out a moan as the stocky alpha pushes his cock into him. His thick, throbbing member stretches the walls of his pussy as his face presses against the pavement. Slick runs freely, gliding down his thighs and allowing the alpha's cock to slide in and out without any painful friction.
He aches and squirms as the alpha's movements grow rough, his hands gripping at his hips while he slams into him repeatedly. He wants to touch himself so badly, but his hands are still pinned. It's amazing how strong the alpha is, pinning Katsuki like he weighs nothing.
"F-fuck," the alpha breathes, his hips starting to stutter. Katsuki clenches his eyes shut, gasping as he feels the warm sputtering of the alpha's hot cum spilling into him, filling up every inch and then some.
"Ah," he whines, squirming at the sensation, yet still not quite getting release. Typical alpha. Just comes and knots and leaves without -
"Turn over," the alpha says, releasing his hands. Katsuki rolls onto his back, ignoring the complaints of passersby that they're blocking the sidewalk. The mystery alpha seems to be doing the same thing as he pushes on the back of Katsuki's thighs, folding him over on himself.
Before he can even process the action, the hot swipe of the man's tongue has his head rolling backwards once more. His tongue laps against his folds, surely taking in some of his own cum but paying no mind to it.
"Ah, shit, fuck," he gasps, as lips close around his clit and suck. He expertly alternates between licking and sucking and swirling his tongue around in the depths of his sex. And he doesn't let up either, he just keeps going and going until Katsuki reaches his climax, thighs twitching and his insides pulsing as he comes. The alpha keeps going, riding out his high with him and then licking up any leftover slick coating his thighs.
"Holy shit," Katsuki gasps, his chest heaving as his clarity returns. He feels less irritable, more rational. The intensity of his heat subdued enough to function again.
"Mine," the alpha mumbles against his thigh, right before he sinks his teeth down into the sensitive skin.
"What the -" he mumbles, eyes wide as the alpha releases his legs and moves back upwards, pressing daring lips against his neck. His senses are heightened, and he wonders if he should run again, make the alpha chase him a little more before he lets him do what he's about to do.
But another part of him is intrigued.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just give himself up to the man. He's attractive, he's sturdy. Surely he has good genes that will give him healthy pups.
Finally, after brief deliberation, he leans his neck to the side, allowing the alpha to bite down, leaving a much more permanent bonding mark.
"Mine," he says again, red staining his lips as he sits up.
"Congratulations!" someone calls out to them as they pass by. Katsuki pays them no mind as he lays back down, the back of his head against the pavement while the alpha zips him back up. The man stands first, adjusts himself, then reaches out a hand to Katsuki to help him to his feet. As he does, their eyes finally meet and Katsuki's heart swells in his chest as he stares into the other man's deep green eyes.
"Uh, I'm Midoriya Izuku by the way," he says, chuckling awkwardly, realizing the absurdity of forgetting to introduce himself until after biting Katsuki. He looks up, scanning his face. His features are kind, friendly. Katsuki has clearly snagged himself an excellent specimen of alpha. He smiles.
"Bakugou Katsuki," he smirks, instantly wrapping himself around Izuku's arm.
"Ah, crap, I left my laptop inside," he says, slapping the heel of his hand against his forehead. He nods towards the building and Katsuki stays clinging to him until they're inside so Izuku can collect his things.
"Work or school?" Katsuki asks, eyeing his scattered materials.
"W-work," he stammers. "It's kind of hard to explain."
"Do you make a lot of money?" he asks, mentally kicking himself for not finding out before letting the alpha choose him.
"Uh . . . yes?" he shrugs, scrambling through papers. He's a bit unorganized, but Katsuki can work with that. Finally, Izuku presents him with a half-folded bank statement, as if proving that he's more than capable of providing for Katsuki as his alpha. He grins at the number on the paper and hands it back to him.
"I never got my coffee," he points out, watching as he puts all of his stuff into a messenger bag and slings it over one shoulder.
"I'll buy you one."