Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

🍋Omega and Omega🍋

Omegaverse

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All things considered, being matched with someone he’d never met before and then losing his virginity to them shortly after wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to an omega. The guy was attractive at least.

Tall—taller than Katsuki expected from the grainy photo from the paperwork. He’s cut too: all trimmed muscles that peak through even a loose t-shirt and jeans. Katsuki’s favorite part, though, has to be the mess of green hair so curly and wild that he wants to rub his face in it the first time he sees it. He didn’t, but only because he stomped his omegan instincts down until they were only mildly annoying in the back of his mind.

Izuku’s great, there was nothing really wrong with him at all.

Except… well, he’s an omega too. It had been left off the match file entirely but had been very apparent the first time he’d smelled him. Scent completely unbidden from the lack of scent patches, he smelled of patchouli oil and petrichor. A very calming scent to say the least, just… not what he’d been expecting.

Not that Katsuki really wanted some asshole knothead as a partner, nor some nerd-ass beta who could never fully understand secondary instincts. Double omega pairings were just sorta unheard of, much more than double alpha ones. Katsuki didn’t really know why that was; if he had to guess, it was probably due to some shitty reproducing propaganda trickling down from the government.

There wasn’t really great cause for Katsuki to look into why he’d been paired with another omega. He asked after it anyway for curiosity’s sake because he had no intention of arguing with it. He was getting to the point where finding someone to share his heat with was getting too annoying. If he had to share it with another omega, so be it.

The agency had waved him off anyway. So, that was that: a double omega pairing until one or both of them got sick of the other.

Why, exactly, they’d been so okay with pairing him with another omega didn’t make sense until two days after the paperwork was all said and done. Which happened to be when they were alone in a locked room in the height of their heats.

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“Is this… okay?” Izuku whispers, his fingers shaking where they grasp Katsuki’s legs.

Katsuki’s brain is fuzzy, each word from Izuku’s mouth sounding staticky and garbled. Red blooms over every inch of his skin, followed closely by a slick sheen of sweat, the heat quickly starting to devour him and push him that much closer to being completely feral.

The nerves he’s feeling stop the descent into it, but Izuku is making it far worse with his staccato breathing and unsure touches.

“Yes, just—god—fuckin’ touch me properly!” Katsuki grinds out. Irritated red eyes clash with frightened green and Izuku has the good nature to instead look down at Katsuki’s body that is laid out beneath him.

Yet he makes no further move; he doesn’t even breathe.

Katsuki groans and pushes him out of the way so he can get his own hands on his body. He peels off his shorts, not taking the time to make it sexy, not even caring that maybe this should be a treated as more momentous occasion. No, he’s too impatient for that.

He flings the offending material halfway across the room, exposing his throbbing, dripping heat to the cool air. His fingers dig in between his legs and he hisses when they meet his slicked center. Once, twice, he massages his clit, eyes practically rolling back into his head from the motion.

A sudden spike of arousal surges through the air, smelling like sun-baked mahogany—Izuku’s, he realizes. It mixes with his own scent, dances in the air between them, becomes dizzyingly potent and heady. They’re both affected by it, Izuku’s eyes practically bugging out of his head when he takes a sudden deep breath.