still figuring it all out...

It was such a minor step on a gentle slope that, at first, the pair of you didn’t notice the change.

Asahi had been your best friend for years, seeking a comfort in you that he couldn’t find in his other closest friends. Maybe it was because you were an omega and asahi was an alpha, so there was already an unspeakable bond when you both presented. Or maybe it was because you were so much softer than his rambunctious friends. Or maybe it was because you both tried to tread so carefully around each other to keep your feelings hidden, and it worked for you two but not for everyone else that could clearly see the hearts dancing in your eyes.

Knowing him for as long as you have meant that you were well aware of how in his head he could get, picking himself apart until he wasn’t sure how to put everything back together again.

And that’s where you came in. Sure, Nishinoya, Daichi and even Sugawara could help him when he got like that, it’s just that he just preferred a gentler approach. You had a way with your soft affirmations and methods to distract him, methods that he used on you when you dealt with omega depression.

You’d kept touching to a bare minimum for years, only recently deciding to put a toe past that invisible line when you pulled him into your nest during a particularly bad episode to drown in his scent and his warmth.

“U-uh…” He’d hesitated, lowering onto his knees as he watched you.

“You… you don’t have to but, um- you’re warm and you make me feel better.” You admitted, eyes low and hand still clutched at his sleeve.

You make me feel better.

Those words had him sold. It was the whole reason he’d come over, and the reason he then crawled into the spot beside you, arm awkwardly resting between you both as you kept ahold of him.

The movie playing on your tv did nothing to distract Asahi from your close proximity. You’d wiggled closer to him, head leant against his upper arm and nose half pressed into his sweater.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, ‘Sahi?” You murmured, stare focused on the screen.

Your question caught him off guard and he jumped a little before answering, “N-no. I’m good… this is g-good?” The way his words left him seemed unsure and you went to give him some space, jiffling backwards a little until he tugged you to him. A large arm heating up your shoulders and pressing you to lean on his chest, stiffened up when he realised what he’d done.

You didn’t react like he thought you might. You didn’t pull away in surprise or even stare at him in confusion. No, you rewarded his actions with a faint purr and a nuzzle to his chest as you sunk into his side.

If you could hear his heart pounding in his chest, you didn’t say anything except repeat a quiet, “this is good.”

That's how you both began to cope. Or rather, stir the sad pot of supposedly unrequited feelings. You’d cuddle and reassure each other behind closed doors and then go back to normal, back to awkward hugs goodbye and playful nudges when one of you noticed the other consumed by a daydream.

All of the stirring would eventually lead to something, you just weren’t sure what exactly.

Your down days collided with each other eventually and a quick squabble over who would go to who’s apartment ended with you caving in and agreeing with him to come over. The short time it took him walking from his to yours was spent with you fluffing up pillows and neatening blankets, rubbing your scent into the blanket that you knew Asahi would end up favouring.

As usual he came with snacks and wrapped in his comfiest clothes; sweatpants and an oversized sweater. His hair wasn’t tied back like usual, instead he let it hang around his face in his attempt to cover his down-trodden expression. One that was momentarily hidden by a small smile he gave you when you let him inside.

“You wanna talk about it?” You whispered into the dark of your living room. Curtains and blinds drawn shut to let the light from the tv screen illuminate you both.

Asahi had you tucked under his arm, the blanket you’d scented earlier pulled up high around his chin that he kept discreetly sniffing at.

“I-I don’t know what to talk about…” He responded, “I don't know if it’s anything specific, really.” His eyes followed your hand when you moved it to stroke over the back of his fingers. “Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?”

“N-no… I-uh…” You stared at the screen, heart fluttering when he threaded his fingers between yours and held onto your hand, “just too many thoughts. Messy head.” You concluded, nibbling at the inside of your lip.

“Messy head.” He repeated with a short and breathy laugh, smiling when you squeezed at his hand with an eye roll.

At some point you’d both fallen asleep, it wasn’t something that had happened before so when you woke up in darkness, the tv having long shut itself off, you were a little disoriented to say the least. A heavy weight settled over your midsection, which you soon recognised was Asahi's arm, kept you pinned to his front as he slept.

It was the slight dampness at the juncture of your neck and shoulder that wiped the disorientation from you. Asahi had his face buried in your hair, chin scruff scratching at your skin and his parted lips hovering over your scent glands.

A whimper escaped you when he shuffled in his sleep, mouth barely brushing against you but it was enough to make your vision go hazy and head sink further into the pillows beneath you to give him more room.

It was stupid of you really, but it felt too good for you to think straight.

The air thickened as your arousal grew, your sweet scent luring Asahi closer in his unconsciousness and his body struggled with deciding between smelling and tasting you, his cock hardening in his pants and digging into the curve of your ass with a roll of his hips. He eventually settled for the latter and you felt the soft press of his lips on your neck, silky wet tongue drinking in the taste of you as it lathed over your skin in small licks.

You muffled your breathy moan with your hand, the other coming up to tug at the hair on the back of his head. It was wrong to want to use him like this, so wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. You’re pretty sure he’d somehow sent you into a heat when an uncomfortable burning began to consume your cunt and eat away at your skin, leaving a thin sheen of sweat in its wake.

It was when you felt the scrape of his teeth that you decided you couldn’t let it go any further, yanking his head away from your neck with a panicked yelp.

Asahi woke with a startled grunt, arm slipping from your body as he sat up to cradle his head. Like you, the darkness threw him off and he blinked away the sleep from his eyes as he tried to grasp the situation, “w-what…?” His speech stirred up the taste of you in his mouth and he froze.

You could hear the smacking of his lips and the quick sniff that he gave to the air around you, “… are you okay?” He rasped, eyelids heavy with lust when he felt his cock throb at the whine you sent him for moving away, even if you were the reason for it.

“Did I do something? G-god, I’m so sorry.” He wasn’t about to let his arousal steer his actions when you were clearly struggling. His body hunched down in shame at the thought of doing something to you against your will, whilst he was unconscious.

“It's okay.” You huffed, fingers scrunching into the blanket on your lap when you felt slick pool inside your panties, “it was just your- erm, mouth…” You elaborated quietly, sitting up beside him.

His eyes widened as he stared at his lap, tongue hitting the back of his teeth when he realised the taste was purely you, “my mouth?” He fought back a groan, cheeks burning at the thought of having any part of your body between his lips.

You nodded, hoping he could somehow see the movement in the dark before you shyly grasped the hand closest to you and directed his fingertips to the damp spot on your neck, whimpering when he kept it there even after letting go and pressed his fingertips into the sensitive glands, rubbing over his saliva.

“‘Sahi…”

A shiver ran up his spine at the way you mewled his name.

“‘m sorry.” You mumbled, eyes following the faint outline of his head in the darkness as he tilted it in confusion, pulling his arm back to rest in his lap. “I didn't… try to stop you.” You hesitated, “until I felt your teeth.”

You were barely clinging to your sanity at that point, nearly panting when you could taste Asahi’s lust with each mouthful of air.

“And y-you- uh, didn’t want me to mark you.” He concluded with a small nod, chest constricting painfully at the rejection. “I should go-“

“Not whilst you were sleeping.” Your whisper cut him off, a pregnant pause hanging in the room as he tried to process what was just said.

You squinted, tilting your head up to try and see Asahi's expression when he turned fully towards you, his knees knocking against your own.

It was for that reason he could manage asking you, “do… do you want me to?” Because you couldn’t see his face, not really. You could see the dark outlines of his head, his messy hair, but not the dark red that covered his cheeks. His pupils blown wide and not because of the lack of light, but his desire.

Tentative hands searched in the dark until one of his found one of yours, fingertips tickling and tracing at your knuckles. Asahi's eyes squeezed shut when he breathed in another potent wave of your scent, underlying tones of your slick hidden in the mixture.

You tried to think of an outcome where Asahi would somehow trick you into admitting your feelings and humiliate you, or abandon your friendship all together, but you couldn't. He wasn’t that type or person, nor would he ever be.

So you murmured your truth, clinging onto two of his calloused fingers when you heard him release a shaky breath.

“Yes.”

“My- uh, what?” He stuttered, “can you… can you dumb down what you mean?”

“You want me to dumb down the word ‘yes’, ‘Sahi?” You almost laughed when he pinched lightly at your wrist for making fun of him. “I… okay. I… l-love you and not in the way a friend should. Well, best friend.” You rambled. “You’re my best friend and it- it sucks because half of the time I’m thinking about what it would be like to be yours. What it’d be like to have you as my alpha… and have your teeth in my neck,” you felt over the spot his mouth had been, still slightly damp with a mix of sweat and saliva. “A-and your l-li-“

Asahi had surged forward, lips colliding with the corner of your mouth due to the lack of coordination in the dark, but you tilted your head and slid your lips to his in a series of small kisses.

He pulled back a little, nudging your nose with his, “that- I’ve been wanting to do that for- uh, a while…” He admitted, lips brushing yours as he spoke and pecking you when you whimpered at him for stopping the kiss.

You peeled the blankets from your legs, thankful for wearing shorts when the air cooled your skin, before crawling into his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Asahi made a noise of surprise but didn’t stop you, choosing to plant his hands on your waist. The blanket no longer served as a barrier to block the heady scent of your slick so his gentle touches turned tense and he grit his teeth, trying to quell the ache he felt in his canines that came with the urge to mark you.

One of your hands cupped the nape of his neck, guiding his face down until your lips were a mere inch apart, “what’re you thinking?” You whispered, your other hand sliding up his arm and into his hair.

“A-a lot… messy head.” He mumbled, leaning forward just a little more to let his mouth brush against yours as he spoke.

You smiled at him for his choice of words before leaning up and pressing your lips to his again.

Asahi followed your lead, kissing you shakily at first and then gaining a steady rhythm when you dipped your tongue into his mouth. Hearing you whimper when he slid his tongue over yours had his hands biting into the curve of your waist and thumbs rubbing into your hips. Determined to keep you close to him, he untucked your legs from behind his body and lowered himself until he was laying back down in your nest with your tongue still hungrily licking into his mouth and you sitting snugly on top of him.

You let your kisses wander from his lips to his neck, hovering above a gland before kitten licking at it when you heard his laboured breaths, grabbing a fistful of his long hair and tugging to give you more room to work.

Asahi silently praised himself for not lurching up but he was unable to hide the most debauched moan you’d ever heard and his hands slid up your shirt to grip into the soft skin hidden there.

“P-please…” His words were so quiet and his eyes teary when he felt the scrape of your canines against his neck as you began sucking at his skin. “Can I?” He asked, hands having skimmed a trail of fire up your torso and waiting underneath the swell of your breasts.

You sat up for a brief second to remove your t-shirt and fling it outside your nest. “S’too hot” You mumbled, bringing his hands up to cup your chest. Your head fell back with a whimper when his thumbs stroked over the stiffened peaks of your nipples.

“So soft.” He whispered, “can I… can I see you?” The dark offered him a comfort he didn’t expect but he couldn’t go another minute without seeing your body. Without seeing you.

“O-okay.” You nodded to yourself and leant over to switch on the floor lamp that sat directly next to your nest.

Asahi’s warm hands not once leaving your breasts, even when you both winced at the sudden brightness. His eyes adjusted first and when you looked at him, his pink and slightly sweaty face held an expression of pure adoration as his focus flitted from your tummy, to your nipples and then your face.

“S’pretty.” his voice caught in his throat, “You’re b-beautiful.”

You thanked him with a shy smile, reaching a hand down to cup his chin and feel along the short scruff before pulling lightly at the neck of his sweater. He slowly sat up, thinking you were trying to pull him to you, chewing on the inside of his lip when you were face to face. It was so different; being able to see you and being so close at the same time.

“Asahi…” You pushed his hair back from his face and tucked a few dishevelled strands behind his ears, cheeks burning at the way he continued to stare at you. “Can you take it off?” He didn’t answer, hands lingering at the neck of his sweater for a moment and then yanking it over his head, his movements so jittery you had to lean back a little as to not get knocked into.

His gaze was focused on the jiggle of your tits as you moved, barely paying attention to the way you let your fingertips graze over his bare chest. His hips jumped when you touched over a puffy nipple and you keened at the stimulation it gave your cunt.

His mouth gaped at your reaction and he struggled to keep his eyes open with how he could feel the warmth of you spread over the thick girth of him. His hands came back to your breasts, forefingers and thumbs toying with the nubs and he relished in the lewd moan you tried to hide as your hips circled against him.

“K-kiss me.” You whispered, already reaching for his mouth with your own.

Your parted lips met, tongues entwining from the beginning, and Asahi's touches grew more desperate as you rocked into him. His hands massaging at your breasts and occasionally rolling a nipple between his fingers as yours kept exploring the expanse of his torso.

You raked your fingers down his tummy and shivered at the low moan he let out. When you got to his waistband you let your fingertips dip in, shuffling back a little on his thighs to give yourself space when he nodded against you for you to keep going.

Asahi lifted himself up to help you tug down his sweatpants and boxers, breaking the kiss with a breathless laugh when you nearly toppled off of him.

You crawled down to his feet to remove everything, throwing his clothing behind you and doing a double take of his cock when you looked up. It rested against his fuzzy stomach; thick and long with the beginning of an equally large knot at the base and drooling so much cum that the smattering of hair his cock head was resting on was now glistening in the soft lamplight.

You sucked your lower lip into your mouth when you moved your eyes down to stare at his heavy balls, not noticing that you were leaning closer until you had to brace a hand on his thigh and watch how his cock twitched at your touch.

“You’re- um, you’re staring.” Asahi rasped, his face pinched when you looked up at him. His body now half sitting up as he rested on his elbows and his hands clenched at his sides in the puddle of blankets.

“S’big.”

You could see his cheeks flush at your words and you knew then and there that he hadn’t really thought it before you said so.

Asahi's eyes widened when you removed your shorts and panties, tongue flicking out to wet his lips when he saw strings of your slick snap away from the soaked fabric.

“Now we’re even.” You murmured, hands back on his thighs and caressing your way up to his crotch. Asahi watched with bated breath, unsure of your next move until your fingers traced over his base, and then his head dropped back with a gruff grunt as you stroked up his entire length.

“O-oh!” he choked, fingers flexing at his sides as he debated whether or not to grab your wrist when your palm rubbed over his tip, collecting the precum that dribbled from him so that you could smooth it over his velvety skin.

You lowered yourself, dragging your tongue up his twitching length before sucking the head of his cock into your mouth. It was the most you could manage at that moment, lips stretched just to accommodate his tip.

Your eyelashes fluttered when he lurched up at the sensation of you wrapped around him, flicking your tongue over his slit when you saw his stomach muscles tense and humming at the salty taste of him.

“Oh, g-god… dah-darling!” Asahi scooped your hair back from your face to watch how you swallowed up more of him, continuous moans falling from his lips as your hands, wet with drool, jerked off the rest that you couldn’t fit in. “S-so good…” He panted, hips jumping when you went back to sucking at his tip and squeezing at his growing knot. “Go-od, good girl.” He praised, gulping mouthfuls of air when you pulled off of him to place sloppy kisses over the throbbing veins that decorated his cock and give him a moment to breathe.

A few sucks to his balls had him delicately peeling your hands away from his dick so that you could sit on his lap. A worried and confused, “did I do something wrong? M’sorry.” Falling from you as Asahi moved you.

“I- no, no! You did nothing wrong, promise.” He soothed, cupping your cheeks and nuzzling his nose against yours before kissing you, your lips still slippery with precum and spit, which he didn’t seem to mind. “I was just… I don’t want to… finish yet and you’re really good at doing that.” He mumbled, embarrassed.

The praise went straight to your head and you let your kisses turn heated once again, distinctly aware of Asahi’s calloused hands exploring the soft curves of your body. It was your turn to moan when he sucked your tongue into his mouth, his fingers shyly squeezing the fat of your ass cheeks to draw you closer to him and glide your cunt along his cock.

“Touch me.” You pleaded, grasp on his shoulders tightening as he immediately buried a hand between your legs whilst coaxing you back to his mouth.

Thick fingers pushed between your slick, swollen lips to collect as much of your arousal as he could before bringing them up to toy with your clit, nipping at you when you mewled into him.

He rubbed firm circles into the swollen bud, following your mouth when you struggled to keep up with the kissing because of the stimulation. He got in a few more kisses until your face ducked into the crook of his neck, where you chose to pant on and suck at his skin, almost drooling at the intensity of his scent wafting into you.

“You’re so wet… so pretty” He grunted into the side of your head, two fingers pressing into your gooey cunt and the heel of his palm flat on your clit so that you could grind onto him.

Your lips parted at the new sensation but no sound left you, the pads of Asahi's fingers rubbing at the gummy front walls of your cunt that had you seeing stars, despite your now tight grip on his forearm as you rode his hand. Your mouth settled back on him, teeth scraping at his skin as you sucked dark marks onto him.

“You’re getting t-tighter… are you close?” He stuttered, eyes squeezed shut as you nibbled on him. “B-bite me… you can do it.” Asahi encourages with a shaky voice, his other hand coming to cup the back of your head and press you to him as he continues to finger you. “Please,” he begs, “I… I only want you. Will only want you… oh.”

You hold Asahi tightly to you when your orgasm washes over you and you sink your canines into him hard enough to break skin. You’re too delirious from your high to recognise how he’s moaning nearly as much as you, barely holding himself up as he keeps on plunging his digits into your pulsating cunt whilst you sooth the small puncture wounds and squirm on his lap.

You’re still licking at his tender neck even when he removes his fingers from you, admiring the way your cum webs between them as he lays back in your nest with you cradled to his chest.

“I just… realised that I didn’t say it back…” He starts, eyes following you as you push yourself up slightly with your hands planted on his doughy chest. His lids droop slightly when your sopping cunt spreads over the underside of his cock and he licks his lower lip before continuing, “but I do… I love you too and- uh, I have for a while.” He rolls you both over, his hips snug between your thighs.

You’d ask him why he hadn’t said anything before then but you already knew the answer to that; he didn’t want to lose what he already had.

“You said that you’d only want me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and you focus on the mark now embedded in his neck as you lightly touch the area around it.

Your eyes dart to his when he nods, “m’meant it.” He mumbles, choking on a grunt when you guide the tip of his cock to your entrance and his hips involuntarily jerk to nudge himself inside.

“Please…” You keen at the stretch when he instantly pushes forward at your whine, gummy walls clenching around his length until he bottoms out to the beginning of his knot with a broken moan. “I- I literally can’t think of anyone but you.” You pant, tucking his hair back when you see how glassy his eyes are. Whether from the tight wetness of you or your words, you weren’t sure.

“Really?” He whimpers, forehead dropping to rest against yours and letting his hips grind small circles into you.

“O-oh… uhuh.” You nod, “feels s’good.” You can’t decide between holding his head, his shoulders or his chest, so Asahi takes your hands into his and pins them on either side of you. “You’re it for me, ‘Sahi, want you to be mine.”

“I’m yours.” he breathes, drawing his hips back before pushing forward and stuffing you full of his cock again. He keeps a slow pace, determined to listen to every small gasp and moan that you gift to him and watch the way your eyes flutter each time that he bottoms out. “You m-marked me, I’ll always be yours…” He defines his words with a rougher thrust, moaning along with you when his knot presses, sticky and noisy, to your opening.

You keen as he releases your hands momentarily to scoop your legs up onto his forearms, pinning them back down by the wrists when you writhe against him at the new position.

“D-deep!” You wail, there’s an undeniable ache to the stretch in both your body and pussy. It burns but makes it so much more intense when you cream on Asahi’s cock as he drills into you. “Knot… want your kn-not!” You squeal, legs twitching as you feel it begin to breach past your hole.

“Y-yeah?” He moans, letting go of one of your wrists to pin one of your legs open so that he can stuff his face into the crook of your neck as he continues to split you apart on his cock. His voice muffled by your skin as he presses needy, wet kisses onto you. “P-please… fuck, please!” Asahi's grunting morphs into whines as his hips strain to push into you. “Lemme in, darling.”

His voice only serves as the tipping point for your orgasm, one stronger than any of the previous and it has your eyes rolling back as you fist his hair and hold him tightly whilst you twitch and squirt all over his abdomen. Your voice momentarily rips from your throat when Asahi's knot pops inside and your fluttering walls start to milk him for all he’s worth, his cock twitching with every thick rope of cum he spills into you. His orgasm is announced with several pitchy moans before he latches onto your neck and sinks his teeth in, inevitably drawing out your release when his marking fogs over your mind and body.

It takes minutes for you to come to, but when you do you’re comforted by the deep vibrations of Asahi’s purring as he’s fawning over the mark that’s now embedded into your glands with gentle licks, kisses and the odd nuzzle to your jaw. He’s settled over you in a way that doesn’t strain too much on his muscles and you notice then that he’s released your other leg from its strenuous position and is rubbing at the joining of your thigh and hip to soothe you as he comes down from his high.

“Y’back, darling?” he asks quietly when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hum back at him.

“Darling?” You repeat, pressing a long, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth when he flushes. “I like it… sounds so nice when you say it.” You murmur, head fuzzy from your orgasms and the strong scents wafting about your living room.

He ducks his head to the side of your face to hide his softened features as he speaks with the bout of confidence that your admission offered him, “yeah? Love y’so much, d-darling…”

When his knot has deflated enough for him to unlock himself from you, he pulls out to fetch some wet wipes and a towel after seeing the thick globs of his spend seep from your puffy cunt. He tends to you with pink ears and shy eyes before he lets himself nestle back beside you, his body warm and you’re positive that you can see the soft glow of his soul with how happy and at peace he seems.

You kiss the tips of his fingers when they linger over your lips as he studies your face, eyes fluttering at the faint tickle and you can’t help but to voice the worry in your head, “we’re not going to go back to before, right?”

He cups your chin to guide your face up and towards him so that he can press his forehead to yours, eyes serious as he stares right at you. “No. I was scared before… so scared of losing you, but you’re- you’re mine now, aren’t you?” You nod a little at his words and smile when his face softens at your actions. “I don’t ever want to let you go.” He speaks quietly.

Masaru wasn’t the least surprised by how his son was acting. He had always been stubborn and held high expectations. Masaru walked over to his omegan son. He sat down next to the ash blond. He brought his soft hands over to Bakugou’s chin and lightly tilted it to look over back at him. Masaru looked into his son’s eyes and he could see what most could not. Shielded behind defensiveness and thick tall walls was fear and anxiety. This wasn’t the first time they were for him. No Alpha had seemed to meet his son’s requirements and if they did, he never met theirs.

Masaru brought his forehead against his sons in comfort, a soft purr escaped him, trying to calm down his nerves. “I know it’s scary… I know you don’t want to entirely do this… but go into this with an open mind and an open heart. You won’t truly know unless you try.” He advised.

Bakugou took a deep breath and released it through his nose. His eyes were closed. He nodded his head. The only person he would ever be outright soft for and listen to was Masaru, a male omega who birthed him and knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. He let out a soft chirp in thanks, it came out a bit deeper than he wanted it to but Masaru was more than eager to have it. Masaru smiled.

The door opened and walking into the room was Mitsuki Bakugou. She had a smile on her face as she stood next to the agent. She had her arms crossed across her chest, seemingly in approval. Bakugou’s eased expression turned into his signature scowl.

“Now, Katsuki.” The agent spoke with a smile on her face, she had a silver tray in her hands with different covered packages that all looked like wrapped packet of tissues. “You know how this works. We’ve got three Alphas scents here for you to try today.” She walked over to Bakugou. Masaru stood up to stand next to Mitsuki, on the other side of the room, giving their son space. The agent placed the tray in front of him on the coffee table. She took a step back with her clipboard in hand ready to document any reactions from Bakugou. “You can start whenever you're ready.” She stated.

Bakugou looked down at the three wrapped packages in withdrawal and hesitation. He spectated the three of them. He first picked up the one on the farthest left. He unwrapped the brown wrapping paper, revealing the black handkerchief used for Alphas to scent. Bakugou picked it up and sniffed it slightly. Immediately his nose rejected the scent making him sneeze.

Mitsuku rolled her eyes and Masaru tried to hold back a chuckle. Bakugou coughed and put the handkerchief back in its wrapping. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he didn’t even want to consider that one.

Bakugou turned his attention to the one on the furthest right. He picked it up and unwrapped it. He sniffed the black piece of fabric. At least this time his senses weren’t attacking him. He spectated the piece of fabric. The scent wasn’t bad, it just didn’t hit him in the right way. Made him feel annoyed.

Masaru and Mitsuki starred in hope for this one. The agent watched Bakugou carefully, she could tell he wasn't going to approve of this one. He grunted, rejecting it and putting it back. Masaru still stayed hopeful but Mitsuki was expecting her son to flat out reject everyone in this building.

Bakugou was getting annoyed now. He never did like Alphas scents, most of them overbearing or too weak. He snatched the final one on the tray. Before he even lifted it to his nose, something was different. His omega got roused. Scratching at him to take a deeper smell at the scented silk item. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in speculation. This was new for him.

He lifted the cloth with both hands, carefully. He lifted it to his nose and took a sniff. Then another. Then another. He wasn’t sure what it was but this one didn’t smell bad. Didn’t give him an angry or annoyed reaction. He closed his eyes and took a deeper inhale. It smelled so comforting yet so unique. It was strange. It was warm and yet held its own freshness to it. He felt restless and yet comforted and calm. His pupils grew as he stared down at the black silk fabric.

For the first time in his life he allowed his body to get affected by an Alpha’s scent for more than just a split second in a positive way. His heart felt like it was picking up and his throat felt like it was starting to restrict. He liked it. He really liked it. His inner omega already deciding that this scent would go so well with his caramel one.

“So?” Mitsuki asked him, taking him out of his trance.

He looked up at his parents and then to the agency worker. He frowned once more. He placed the silk down on the tray, despite what his Omega was begging him to do with it. To scent it back. “I don’t hate it.” He let out begrudgingly.

Masaru’s eyes lit up. Mitsuki turned to the agent. “That’s as good as you’ll get out of him.” She told the woman, Masaru nodded in agreement.

The agent laughed. “Alright. Katsuki,” She walked over to the blond. She handed him a small box with a white handkerchief and wrapping paper. “May you scent this for me?” She asked him.

Bakugou took the box and did as he was told, while the agent took the tray away from him. He rubbed his wrist against the soft white fabric, not feeling very eager to use his neck to scent something yet. His inner omega was disagreeing profusely. He made sure that the fabric was properly doused in his scent before handing it over to the agent who came back into the room.

“Great.” She clapped. “Now let's see if it’s a match.” She walked out the room to head over to where the Alpha was.

“Katsuki.” Bakugou looked up to his sire. Mitsuki looked at him with a hopeful look. “That’s the first one you accepted.”

Bakugou scratched behind his ear in disinterest. “So?”

“So?” She mocked him. “This could be the one. Wouldn’t that be great!” She placed her hands together as she looked at her Omega. Masaru nodded his head in agreement. “Oh Katsuki, I hope this works. You could finally settle down, and have a nice comfortable life.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I’ve been living just fine without an Alpha. I don't need one to be comfortable, old hag.” He sneered.

Him and his mother began to bicker like they always did. Masaru wasn’t surprised about this but it wasn’t their screaming matches at home anymore so he wasn’t bothered by it. As the two blonds bickered and argued with one another the agent came back. She gave Masaru a firm nod telling him what was to happen next.

“Katsuki.” Masaru turned to his son with a bright smile. “They’ll meet you now, if you wish.”

Bakugou didn’t need an explanation on who ‘they’ was. He sat up straighter and hesitated to give an answer. He looked up to his Dam and nodded his head. “Alright.” He let out.

Masaru gave him a reassuring nod. He turned to Mitsuki and took the shorter blond with one hand. “We’ll be just outside the room, don’t worry.” Before Mitsuki could say anything about the matter, Masaru pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

The silent room made him anxious. He looked down in worry. He wondered if he was doing the right thing. There could be a chance that you both had compatible scents and that it wasn’t meant to be. It made him anxious.

He was never the traditional omega, always being loud, abrasive and aggressive. Beating down Alphas to prove himself and show his worth. Bakugou had been a living contradiction to his own secondary gender his whole life. He was wild but his inner omega was tame. Yet, sometimes fighting that contradiction got tiresome.

It did get tiresome for a while.

Not saying he was going to bend over and present in submission for whoever this Alpha thought they were. He was still himself. But maybe he would take his dam’s advice and go into this with the intention of later.

The door opened and you walked in. You closed the door behind you and turned to face the room. You met Bakugou’s gaze. His crimson red eyes were sharp and intimidating, looking you over as if you were under a microscope being studied. A smile spread to your face, you knew who he was, anyone with access to the news knew of the great Omega Hero Dynamight.

Up close however, he radiated another level of attractiveness. As much as he always held that angry scowl on his face unless at photoshoots, he was still undeniably a beauty. He had built up muscles and a hard stature for his hero work but there were points to him that just didn’t stop from being voluptuous, like his chest and hips. He had eyes that seemed painted on with a gentle stroke of a paintbrush and skin as flawless as soap.

The top Omega hero that was compared to the likes of All Might.

“Morning.” You greeted.

Bakugou was silent for a moment. The smell of your savoury scent now becoming present in the room. It was making his Omega salivate in want. It certainly approved of you. Bakugou inspected you. You were around his height, not taller nor shorter. He approved of how you looked, finding you attractive. You caught his staring a slight raise to your right eyebrow.

Bakugou grunted and looked to the side, his face becoming warmer. “Mornin’.” He greeted back roughly. He internally wanted to slap himself in the face for sounding like he needed to clear his throat.

However you didn’t seem to mind. You walked over to sit on the one seater in front of him. You fell back easily. You extended a hand across the table. Something told you, you would have to put in a bit more effort with him, but you didn’t mind. Your Alpha told you it would be all worth it in the end. “Y/N.”

Bakugou glanced down at your hand and back up at your face. He turned his body to properly face you. He extended his arm and met your hand. His warm hand gripped yours, even with hero work and training, his palms retained a soft feel to them due to his sweat. You found his hands pretty. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You both shook hands, ignoring the slight tingling you both felt up your arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bakugou.” You told him honestly. You let go of his hand, not wanting to overstep, despite wanting to keep his hand in your hold. You leaned back against the couch, your legs spread naturally. You noticed that the blond didn’t seem to smile much. You chuckled. “I’m guessing your parents put you up to this?” You asked. He grunted giving you that as your answer. You laughed not minding his lack of words. Bakugou found that intriguing. You didn't find the way he seemed hesitant or less outward disrespectful or wounding. “I get you. My dam was getting worried about me, saying that I needed someone in my life.” You explained.

Bakugou’s nose scrunched up slightly at the familiar words. “My stupid old Hag thinks the same.” He scoffed. His gaze towards you turned into a glare. “I don’t need someone in my life.”

He wanted to slap himself across the face right then and there. Masaru told him to be open and to go in there with an open heart, yet here he was shutting things down before they could even properly start.

You barely even noticed his glare, finding it cute more than anything. You leaned forward and poured a cup of water. “Of course you don’t.” You stated immediately. Red crimson eyes widened as he looked up at you. You were a strange Alpha that was for sure. You offered him the first glass you poured. His hands felt sweaty and fidgety so he decided to take it, grunting out a thanks. “You’re a very successful person.” You elaborated as you poured yourself a cup of water. “You seem in a comfortable place in your hero career, you are clearly an independent soul and no doubt could have anything you wanted if you wished for it.”

Bakugou took a sip of the water you gave him, a slight waver in his grip. Your analysis on him was quite spot on and made him nervous. You made him nervous. Made him feel like his head was underwater and he was suffocating. “Then why the hell do you think I’m here?”

Your smile turned more into an amused grin. You shrugged. “Why is anyone here?” You asked.

“Don’t use your fucking riddles on me.”

You almost spat out your water with a laugh. Seeing you laugh made his lips tug up in a small smile. Something deep inside of him happy to know he made you smile. You leaned back as you calmed down. “Sorry, sorry. What I meant to say is, we all don’t want to be alone. That’s why we’re here. Not because we need to but because somewhere within ourselves we want something and hopefully we can find this something here.” You motioned around the room.

Bakugou took in what you said. He hummed in agreement. “I agree.” He let out softly. That in and out of itself was something weird for Bakugou to admit. You could tell that he was acting a bit out of character but not in a bad sense. He had you intrigued. He cleared his throat when he felt like your eyes were on him too much.

He noticed that you liked his body, your eyes not straying too far from it. Normally he would have slapped an Alpha for such an act but not with you. He felt bashfully, a surge of confidence a bit at being looked at. His omega was more than happy to know that you approved of him. The uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen returned, making him shift as he crossed one leg over the other. He needed to get a better grip of himself.

“What do you do?” Bakugou asked. “Other than coming to pairing agencies.”

You chuckled at what he added after the question. “My family owns an insurance company that specialises in hero and villain related accidents.” You told him. You motioned your glass to him before tilting it towards your lips. “You make me a lot of money Dynamight.” You told him with a smirk before taking a sip of water.

Bakugou found it hard to swallow at the way you said his hero name. His thighs tensed as he pressed his thighs together. His face didn’t change however in hiding most of his emotions. “Do I?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Indeed.” You started fiddling with a pillow beside you. “What do you like to do outside of hero work?” You asked him.

“Cooking.” Bakugou could not believe he just blurted that out without hesitation. You raised an eyebrow intrigued. He covered up his flustered expression with a frown, but it came out more as a pout as his cheeks turned pink. “It’s calming. If I wasn’t a hero I would probably want a restaurant somewhere.”

“Family friendly or high end?” You asked him, genuinely wanting to know.

He was quiet for a moment. “A little bit of both. Somewhere that has a certain level of pristine to it but also a place where families, packs and pups can go.”

“You like community? Family?”

“Yes.”

You were silent. You shifted the pillow over your lap as you finished the water in your glass. “That’s good to know.” You spoke more to yourself than to him.

Bakugou quickly realised the hidden meaning behind that. He prayed to the heavens you couldn’t smell his slick or how his scent was no doubt sweeter. He could barely believe what he was going to say. “You know I don’t do the whole traditional we both meet each other, announced paired and move in together bullshit. Especially anything with being some bride to you now.”

You nodded your head in understanding. “Thankfully.”

“IF and only if I decide to, you would have to court me.” He stated with a harsh stance.

“Obviously.”

“Till I say so.”

“As it should be.”

“I am not some Omega that’s going to fucking suck up to you and call out to you like a fucking kitten.”

“Damn I hope so.” You looked out the window. “What’s more sexier than an Omega that can handle themselves?”

Your words made Bakugou blush. His cheeks turned pink and so did his ears. He looked away from you with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t supposed to like what you just said. His Omega wasn’t supposed to be practically yapping out to try and prove themselves to be a good mate to you. His Omega wasn’t supposed to want to force him to go down on his knees and present for you. He was supposed to be stronger than this, yet, he couldn’t calm the racing of his heart or the way his insides called for you. Your smirk broadened ever so slightly as you finally noticed the spike in caramel and cinnamon to his scent.

Bakugou let out an attempt of a growl and placed the glass cup loudly down on the table, but not with enough force to break it. He stood up and folded his arms under his chest, elevating them. He wore a black turtleneck that hugged his waist nicely, focusing on how small it was. His eyeliner suited his eyes as he glared down at you, his heeled boots giving him a sense of superiority to you. “Saturday.” He stated. “11am. I like horseback riding. Red Lily’s Equestrian Park.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise that he was initiating this. You stood up and placed your hands in your pockets. Suddenly you were both standing face to face. He was slightly taller than you due to his shoes but there was no doubt you were both the same height roundabout. You thought over your schedule. You gave him a firm nod. “Done. Do you like picnics?” You asked him.

He hesitated. He tried his best to keep his neutral expression. He shrugged. “I don’t hate picnics.”

“Cool.”

“I don’t like flowers, but I do like plants.”

You chuckled. “I see. What about jewellery?” You asked him.

He huffed, trying to ignore the heat up his neck. “I don’t hate jewellery.”

You hummed in thought. “So I guess that means you’re a rider.” You stated, your eyes glinting with something mischievous. The look you were giving him made his throat close up and his stomach twist into knots. You shrugged. You looked him up and down, straying on his thick thighs for a second. “Suits you.” You looked him back in his eyes. “Saturday. 11. Horseback riding. Picnic. No flowers but maybe plants or jewellery.” You confirmed with him.

He nodded. “Think you can handle that?” He asked you.

You chuckled and turned around. “I can handle what you throw at me, Bakugou.” You opened the door to the room and sent him a glance. “See you then.”

You left the room.

Bakugou was silent, his body felt like it was going into overdrive and like he was about to crash. He looked down at the ground, his grip on his biceps hard. Any second longer in the room and he probably would have dropped into preheat. Then the realisation struck him.

He was being courted by someone.

“So?” Masaru asked as he peaked his head to see inside at his son. “How did it go?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

Bakugou was silent. He moved and strutted out the door, his head held high and his face emotionless.

“Saturday.”

-Glitch1d

Kiribaku x Reader Omegaverse Week Masterlist

Toru Oikawa

➵ Honestly, we all know his fangirls are rabid. They are mean and cruel, and honestly its a wonder none of them have been like...arrested.

➵ You had heard horror stories from your cousin. She was the manager of the volleyball team and explained her and her, now, alpha had to deal with one that went straight up feral.

➵ God, you sometimes wondered how no one had snapped on them yet.

➵ They were everywhere you were too! Their so called idol was in your class and they followed him everywhere.

➵ You didn’t even see what the big deal was about. His best friend was way hotter in your humble, correct, opinion.

➵ You had to shove your way through crowds for every single one of your classes. It was painful at this point.

➵ Oikawa was no help either, egging them on by constantly flirting with you.

➵ You kept your head up high though, rebutting his constant flirting with snarky and snide remarks.

➵ Honestly the perfect girl in his humble and correct opinion.

➵ Of course, he always ditched his fan girls the moment he caught whiff of your salivating scent.

➵ They weren't happy about that.

➵ They also weren't very happy when Toru left his normally late practice, purring he had a study session with you for an upcoming project.

➵ Yeah, that was the start of Armageddon.

➵"Hey!"

➵Groaning, you prepped yourself for the onslaught of useless spats that came with the onslaught of his fangirls. Plastering on an all too fake smile.

➵"Yes, hello? I sure hope you aren't talking to me like that."

➵You really said :))) Test me bitches

➵"What do you think you're doing?"

➵"Trying to pass my English class?"

➵The answer seemed to anger the beta who tried cornering you.

➵ Her arm raised and swung and with all expecting outcomes, one would expect a smack to ring out.

➵ Oikawa did at least, as he had caught the tail end of the argument coming to find you as you were late for your meet-up. And you were never late

➵ He moved to try and break the 'fight' up, only to stand shocked when he saw you, the beta's arm caught in your tight grip with the same smile on your face.

➵ "I really hope you weren't trying to hit me just now." You purred, squeezing the wrist in your grip until the beta was whining under you.

➵ When you let go you shoved her away with a grin still on your face before moving on, passing Oikawa who stood shocked.

➵"Keep those fangirls in check, Oikawa. Wouldn't want their pretty faces getting hurt." You beamed, skipping off to the library.

➵ The alpha had to take a minute in the bathroom before catching up to you :)

Yuji Terushima

➵ OKAY THIS MAN-

➵ I feel like his fangirls would try and get close to you rather than get you away from Terushima.

➵ Like they would use you to get to him.

➵ If that makes sense.

➵ Of course you knew about this, your brain is super wrinkled.

➵ They would try to befriend you to get close to the alpha that seemed to hang off of you.

➵ You were in-training to be the new co-manager and almost immediately Terushima had latched onto you like a leech.

➵ Scenting you and preening you, making sure you made it to each of your classes on time.

➵ He just liked spending time with you okay?!!

➵ Anyway, so he knew that his fangirls presented a bit of an issue, especially when he tried sifting who actually liked him, not his persona

➵Was he worried? No-

➵ At first he was a little worried, but you proved him wrong like you often did.

➵ You had been doing your manager thing, cleaning up stray balls, setting aside flats, adjusting the net height, etc... when it happened.

➵ An omega a little taller than yourself had ran into the gym, angry and snarling. She had walked right up to you, making you furrow a brow.

➵ "I am sick and tired of this! I've been nothing but nice to you," One of her fingers waggled in your face. "And it's gotten me nowhere! You are just as useless as I thought you were and I'm so fucking sick of it.

➵"I'm sorry you feel that way-"

➵ "No your fucking not, you fake ass-" Her hand raised and swung, but you caught her wrist in your tight grasp, quickly using your other hand to smack her.

➵ Yuji and the rest of the team watched in awe (And maybe arousal for a certain faux blond) as the omega collapsed on the ground, holding her cheek.

➵ "Just because you and your dumbass friends thought your plan would work does not mean it's my responsibility to ensure it does." You sneered, snarling down at her to prove your place in the pack. "And it never will be. Know your fucking place."

➵ Yuji followed you like a lost dog as you left, making sure you didn't pick another fight while the others helped the other girl.

➵ He had no choice otherwise his teammates would tease him relentlessly for his lovesick alpha

Atsumu Miya

➵ His fangirls 1v1 Oikawa's fangirls.

➵Straight up, like it would be a blood bath.

➵ But you weren't scared. You were and are a bad bitch.

➵ Probably why you had Atsumu begging for attention tbh

➵ Love bullying is his love language and you can pry this from my cold dead hands

➵ You always, without a doubt, give him a hard time (Teasingly of course) and it drives him bonkers.

➵ Like you don't take shit from anybody

➵And having you paired with him for this upcoming project was a dream come true.

➵ It was a simple project but it meant he got to spend time with you!

➵you!

➵ Of course, he feared what his fangirls would do to you but he had a feeling you'd be okay no matter what.

➵ He'd be there as much as he could, and hopefully that would deter the fangirls from trying anything.

➵Right? Flawless logic despite what Osamu says

➵ ANYWAY-

➵He thought this to be flawless until you proved him otherwise.

➵ You had began working on the project since Atsumu was running a bit late (He texted you a teacher needed to talk to him, and you understood)

➵ What you didn't understand was the horde of angry betas, omegas and alphas approaching you. About six in total.

➵ "Stay away from Atsumu." One of them, a red haired alpha, snapped, slamming a hand on the lunch room table.

➵ "Look, I already have a feeling I know where this is going, but I'm not interested. I just want to finish the project-"

➵"Likely story!" A beta from the back yelled.

➵The alpha in front of you grimaced, snapping her fingers as an omega dutifully placed a milk carton in her hand.

➵ "Seems we need a little more than words to get it through your fat head." the milk carton was opened and raised over your head.

➵ You rolled your eyes before the carton began tipping. When the first drops of cold banana milk spilled onto your head you acted.

➵ Atsumu had run in only to see you grab the wrist above your head, push it so the milk whipped back at your assailant while your other hand landed a crisp smack on the alpha's cheeks.

➵ The group, Atsumu included, stood stunned as you gathered your bag, pulling out a change of clothes and moving to go change.

➵Atsumu felt his heart stop when you placed a hand on his shoulder, a sweet grin on your face.

➵ "Keep your fangirls in check, 'Tsumu, or I'll have to do it for you." You beamed before moving to go change.

➵ He only found himself nodding absentmindedly, trying to fight the red creeping up his neck.

➵ "Respectively step on me."