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You tried your hardest, but you couldn’t ignore his blatant staring.
Just about finished with the joint marketing project, your partner, Kirishima, was buzzing with excitement as he looked over all the content that you’d whipped up for the amazing Red Riot. As a 2-I business student, you’d gotten to pair up with him for this short project. He had been kind enough to invite you over to his dorm, working in the lounge one last time before the final presentation.
The entire time though, the very intimidating Bakugou Katsuki was staring a hole into you, sitting on the couch with their other friends. He’d been like that ever since the announcement of the project, where he’d been assigned to work with one of your classmates. You thought he was just worried about his best friend’s grades, but the more you ran into him, the more obvious it was that he was focused on you for something .
It was hard enough working with Kirishima - this huge towering alpha that made you want to piss yourself when the pairs were announced. He ended up being just as friendly as everybody said, but it was still intimidating. Now, you had to worry about the infamous 2-A Bakugou, staring you down every time.
It was nerve wracking. Scary. Chilling. Intimidating.
Even though he has probably one of the most handsome alphas you’d seen, his horrible attitude and reputation superseded that.
xxx
It’s like he purposely bumped into you.
Everybody stayed on the right side of the hallway as you changed classes. You caught a glimpse of Bakugou and Kirishima, leading the way for their friend group. Large presences and without a care to even wear scent blockers, it was like there was an imaginary spotlight on them.
You tried to shrink as small as you could, hoping they wouldn’t see but unfortunately, Bakugou had already noticed you.
You kept your head down, following your classmates but suddenly, something large bumped into your side, heavy enough to knock you over. Your supplies fell onto the floor and it was obvious that some had stopped to stare, but your best friend who normally would have helped you was glued to the floor, sheer fear of the alpha who had clearly pushed his way into you.
Stupidly, you looked up to see him staring down at you with those same cold, red eyes of his. His hands were shoved into his pockets as though he hadn’t done a thing. You looked back down, hands gathering your pencils back up only for him to shove a hand in your face.
You blinked at the large, calloused palm right in front of you. He shook it, gesturing for you to take it.
The second your fingers touched his he grabbed your hand and pulled you forward with enough force to bump into his chest. He was solid though, not moving a centimeter even though your nose hurt from the action.
This close, you could smell the sweet spice radiating off him. Cinnamon? Cardamom? Something along those lines with a burning, smoky caramel. It was such a contrast to Kirishima’s own musky, woodsy smell you’d gotten to know from working with him.
Your body jolted back from the contact but he held onto your hand, not letting you go. You finally tilted your head up to see him looking down at you, nostrils flaring for a second as though he were inspecting your scent, before raising an eyebrow and mumbling a quick apology under his breath.
Then, he left - his pack of friends following right after him.
xxx
In the library during exam season, you spotted Bakugou with the same friends. He looked particularly angry at Kirishima, hissing under his breath and hitting him in the head with a book. You definitely needed to avoid them.
Hoping he hadn’t spotted you, you ducked behind some shelves and settled at a desk located in the back. Facing the wall, hours passed by as you studied your little behind off. When you were so stuck on a particular math problem, you didn’t realize somebody had approached you.
Recognizing that same tantalizing scent first, you stiffened up when Bakugou’s hands appeared on either side of you, leaning in to look at what you were working on.
He’d had you trapped. You held your breath, listening to what sounded like a deep inhale as he moved closer, his nose right next to your ear.
“You skipped a step,” he said lowly, pointing at a line on your paper.
He explained what the proper process was, not moving until you redid the whole problem. Only when you arrived at the correct answer did he push off the desk and leave you alone. Your brow furrowed at the strange behavior - did he come just to help you?
xxx
Class 2-A were loitering outside the gym entrance. You needed to get in and grab something you’d forgotten, but you were too scared. Their class was already frightening enough, did the universe have to add in the whole second gender thing to the mix?
You bit your lip, slowly making your way. A few of them noticed, making way for you but at the doors, Midoriya was too distracted by Uraraka. You just needed to ask them to step aside but who were you to ask the wielder of OFA to move?
“Oi, Deku!” Bakugou’s voice boomed over you as he placed a hand on your shoulder, stepping up right behind you. “Fucking move! You’re blocking the doors.”
Midoriya immediately clammed up, turning red and apologizing profusely as he and Uraraka cleared the way.
You could feel everybody’s eyes on you as Bakugou turned into a gentleman, opening the door for you as you walked in. What was more surprising though, was the fact that he followed you in. He watched you grab your water bottle and bag from the side, eyes tracking every movement.
“Thanks,” you blushed, holding the items close to your chest. You were having trouble looking into his eyes so you stared at his chest which was eye level for you.
He stepped forward, crowding into your space and leaned down, nose lightly touching your hair before breathing in deep. You blinked, wondering if he could even smell anything since you were wearing strong scent blockers today. When he was supposedly done, he turned away, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking out.
And that was it.
xxx
Kirishima: hey! you free rn?
A trap. That’s what this was.
Kirishima asked you to come over to his dorm, needing help for something, but he didn’t specify what. The moment you entered, Mina and Jirou grabbed you by the shoulders and directed you towards the kitchen. A mish mash of explanations, but something along the lines of they made a mistake and Bakugou was angry.
It was a mess. Flour and ingredients and everything you could name, splattered on the counter and cabinets.
That’s not what bothered you though. It was the strong spice of Bakugou’s scent that was heating up the entire place. Previously contorted with anger, his face settled down into something unreadable - but you could still smell the upsetting mood in him.
He closed the distance between you two, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and shoving his face into your hair.
It was instant.
The spice in him died down and you recognized the overpowering burning caramel.
You couldn’t help but grab hold of his tank top, the soft material scrunching in your fingers as you indulged and breathed in deep, matching his pace.
You let him stay that way as long as he needed, not even complaining when he ducked down, bringing his nose right under your ear to get a better whiff of you.
You heard the door behind you open, the sound of a camera going off before he shoved you away and started screaming and cursing at his friends.
When he returned, he asked for your phone number.
xxx
He visited your dorm almost every other day, showing up at night past curfew to embrace and treat himself to your scent. You noticed the calming effect immediately, realizing this was his way of relieving stress.
Some days, when he showed up with injuries or cuts looking extra scruffy, all the anger in his eyes seemed to melt away when he held you. He always looked refreshed after each session.
The sessions had to be moved to your bedroom when the two of you were almost caught in the common room. He must’ve had an extra tough day and wouldn’t let go, but the sound of somebody coming downstairs spooked the both of you.
So it was always the same routine - “are you up?” followed by him appearing at your doorway 15 minutes later. You didn’t even lock the door anymore.
He’d come in, holding onto you, sometimes even sitting at your desk and maneuvering you to sit in his lap. You never asked if he was alright, although you saw what happened in the news with his internship.
He seemed to like that.
Instead, he’d ask little questions like how your day was or what projects you were working on. He never revealed much about himself, preferring to get lost in the sounds and smells of you .
On a particularly rough day, exams around the corner and an apparent building collapse that killed four people, he did not want to leave. You were getting tired though, sitting in his lap, so you got up and pulled him to your bed.
He looked at you, unsure, knowing how important your nest must’ve been; but you pulled him into it and he laid down, spooning you and burying his face into the back of your neck. You could’ve sworn you heard him sniffle at one point, arms slightly trembling but you never mentioned it.
xxx
His stays were getting longer and longer. Sometimes, he’d sleep through the night, only waking up at sunrise to get out of your dorm before he got caught.
There came a time when you finally needed him though. He’d fallen asleep next to you, a storm brewing outside. You awoke at the first rumble of thunder, flashbacks to unfortunate events that occurred due to your quirk’s strong pull of electricity.
When it started getting louder, wind howling as backup, you shrieked at the strike of lightning that lit up your bedroom with a flash. Bakugou woke immediately, hands fumbling over your body to pull you close. In his sleepy state he accidentally grabbed your breast, the both of you freezing at the intimacy. His hand whipped back like it had been burnt but the moment was thrown out the door when another round of lightning began, making you whimper.
Knowing your great fear, he crawled on top of you, arms resting on either side of your head as he caged you in. He mumbled little things about how you were safe, how he was there to protect you. In the back of your mind you could feel something hard pressing against your thigh but with the thunderstorm getting louder, all you wanted was for him to let his arms down and smother you until it was over.
xxx
This was creeping into dangerous territory, but neither of you addressed it.
He never said what he wanted from you, if he even liked you; you just assumed he liked the way you smelled. That you calmed the alpha in him, and provided some sort of escape.
You, on the other hand, were starting to want more.
Bakugou was an attractive alpha - you’d even say the man of your dreams. You loved his scent. The way he looked at you with such sharp eyes, held you and made you feel safe. The veins that ran down his arms and the messy hair that sat on top of his head that felt way softer than it looked.
So when he was sleeping on top of you one night, head shoved into your neck, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of him lap at your scent gland. The sound must’ve woken him up though, immediately getting up and looking at you with guilt.
“I-” His face scrunched up, confused and wrong and upset, his pupils shook as he stumbled with his words. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to - I-I’m sorry…”
You blinked, thinking about how you should draw a line. That this shouldn’t go this far, because he wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t yours.
But the way he looked so apologetic, the fact that he was actually feeling bad for doing something without your consent… It made you like him even more.
“It’s okay,” you whispered, hand coming up to cradle his face. You felt yourself heating up as you finally admitted, “It felt good. I liked it.”
xxx
“Hey! [Y/ln], right?”
You blinked at Sero, tall and lanky, as he stood before you. You stood up from your seat at the lunch table to be polite, feeling the eyes of your classmates as they curiously watched this interaction. “Um, hi - yes, that’s me.”
“Cool - hey, Bakugou asked me to give this to you,” he held out a paper bag. “He’s on a mission with Endeavor’s agency. Won’t be back until Monday but he wanted to make sure you got this.”
“Oh, what is it?” You gingerly received the package from him.
“Ah, he said you’ll understand when you open it later,” he grinned like a cheshire and pointed over to the other end of the cafeteria. “I’m Sero Hanta, by the way. I hang out with Bakugou a lot. We all sit over there, if you ever wanna join us.”
“T-thank you,” you bowed as he excused himself. “Nice to meet you.”
When you finally were alone in the privacy of your dorm room, you eagerly opened up the paper bag, carefully taking off the sticker. You felt inside, pulling out a large white box that was plastic wrapped. Turning it over in your fingers, your eyes bugged out when you realized they were headphones - very, very expensive headphones.
The wireless noise canceling ones from a big name brand that produced a lot of audio equipment.
You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, too shocked by the expensive equipment. You looked inside the bag again and luckily, there was some sort of note inside written with his scribbly, small handwriting:
Thunderstorms this weekend - can’t be there. Use these.
Frazzled, you accidentally short circuited the electricity in the dorm.
xxx
Consent was very important to him.
Every time, he’d ask for permission before he started kissing your neck. Each time, you’d say yes, loving how he made you feel. When he wanted to trail lower, he asked again. All the way until your shirt was an obstruction to where he was trying to go; he turned beet red and had trouble looking you in the eye when he asked if he could lift your shirt.
When he finally saw your chest bare, his breathing picked up and the burning caramel found its way down your throat. You wanted to drown in him.
He was careful as he could be with his large hands, rough from all the work he did as a hero with his quirk. He explored with his touches, eyes filled with concentration as he listened to your body, reveling in any sound that escaped to praise what was a correct movement. He learned what you liked, always making you feel so good , and never once asking for you to touch him.
When his fingers got to the waistband of your shorts, you could see the conflict running through him. He wanted it. You wanted it.
But neither of you knew what it was.
You were both in high school and it was clear this was both of your first times. So instead, he asked if he could just bring himself to the scent gland between your legs, with clothes still on. You nodded, blushing when he kissed your inner thigh before lightly nosing into your sensitive bits. When he finally inhaled, he groaned deeply - the sound lit something inside of you that had you slicking up right where he was.
You wanted to hear more of him. He always heard your quiet moans and chirps, embarrassingly trying to pull more from you.
So you hooked your thumbs into your shorts, biting your lip as you looked down at him questioningly. His mouth dropped open, eyes darting from your hands to your face.
“You sure?” He swallowed. “We don’t have to.”
You nodded, heart rate picking up. “Only if you want to. I trust you.”
He silently nodded, sitting up and hands coming to help you pull down your shorts and underwear. You placed them to the side, settling back onto your elbows as you took a deep breath, slowly opening your legs.
You were wet already, a string of slick running from your lips to your inner thigh. The look on his face was priceless - eyes going wide, pupils dilating, mouth hanging open in pure awe. It was a little unsettling with how much he was staring. He hadn’t moved and you were beginning to feel a little self conscious. You’d done a good job of cleaning and trimming the hair, but he was a boy and you didn’t know what media he consumed to shape his expectations.
Finally, his hand came up but then he paused, looking back up at you to ask if he could touch. You nodded, chest flush now with heat as you laid back on your back. Your hands came up to cover your face, sheepish and awkward.
His fingertips lightly traced your lips, making your body jolt with pleasure. This was the first time somebody else was touching you. You didn’t know what he’d do and just the slightest movement had you a million times more sensitive. You felt his other hand come up, rubbing your inner thigh before coming to the center. His fingers playing with your labia, running up and down, then lightly folding and pressing them out, opening you up to his pleasure.
You could feel his breath right up against your heat as he spoke. “Fuck - you smell so good. So fucking pretty too, holy shit. You’ve got a perfect pussy.”
Your omega instincts were screaming with joy. An amazing alpha like him, praising you? Your breath hitched, feeling him deeply inhale and exhale your scent.
“Can-can I kiss you?” His voice sounded strained, like he was holding himself back.
“Yeah - yes, please, Bakugou.” The words were out before you could think, hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment.
His tongue came out, wide and flat as he licked a strip up your folds. It was hot and wet and lewd, and made you moan into your hands.
“Holy fuck, you even taste amazing,” he panted. “I could eat you out for days.”
He came in this time with an opened mouth kiss, tongue moving quickly to tease and slip into your entrance. You gasped, legs shaking from the stimulation. He slurped unabashedly, drinking in every drop of you. When he came up for air, giving you a moment to finally catch your breath, you felt his fingers spread you once more. He kept the position, making you confused as you finally peered down at him, wondering why he’d stopped. Was he done? Did he want to sleep now?
He was staring intensely at your cunt, fingers moving, prodding, and changing the way he spread you out. He rubbed a bit at the top.
“Does this hurt?”
“No?” You were really confused now. “Are you- is something wrong?”
He raised an eyebrow, fingers poking at your slit before coming up and rubbing circles in different areas on your labia.
“Where the fuck is it…” He mumbled under his breath. He brought his hand up to your pubic area, thumb resting at the top of your pussy and pulling back. You shivered, realizing what he must’ve been searching for. He tapped at the button with his finger tip, making you jolt and pant at the sensation
“B-Bakugou - wait,” you moaned, turning your head into your pillow. “It’s sensitive there.”
Using his index finger, he swiped at it gently, experimenting with going back and forth and rubbing circles. He watched for your reactions, the way your hips bucked, moaning loudly and clenching the sheets. He moved his hands so he could comfortably rub your clit with his thumb, with better expertise now that he knew where it was and how to keep it from being hidden. His other hand teased at your entrance, a thick finger coming in to push and wiggle without fully penetrating you.
“Can-can you-” you lifted your head up, eyes meeting his. “Please?”
“You sure?” He swallowed.
You nodded, begging him with your eyes. Your hips moved to try and coerce his finger in. He didn’t pull it away, letting it in, stopping at the first knuckle to make sure you were alright. You sighed happily at the feeling, wiggling your hips for more. He gave in and plunged it all the way in, hissing as he realized how tight you were.
He let it sit there, thumb still rubbing at your clit only to be quickly replaced with his mouth.
“Oh my god!” You moaned loudly, feeling the warmth of his tongue envelop you. You started getting dizzy from the double stimulation, your scent pouring out of you like a dam had been broken. He must’ve been enjoying it because he moaned against you, vibrating your core and sucking hard on the nub.
“C-close!” You choked out. He took it as a sign to pump his finger, pushing you to the edge until you saw white, screaming out his name. He kept at the motions as you gushed all around his finger, gifting him with this sweet cream that had his instincts running high with such an achievement. He must’ve wanted more though because he didn’t stop, pumping his finger and loving how much came out of you.
“W-wait, sensitive!” You cried out, hand coming down to his head to try to push him off you. He immediately came off your clit but stilled his finger inside, not wanting to hurt you by pulling out too suddenly. The both of you were panting, you messy with a sheen of sweat while his face was covered with your slick. He stared down at his finger, hand covered with this creamy white treat, still sitting inside of you.
He licked his lips, contemplating a moment before finally asking, “Can I lick it off?”
“Uh,” your nose wrinkled at the idea. He wanted to eat your cum? Did he actually like it that much? “Yeah, sure. Can you just… go slow? I’m a bit sensitive now.”
He was careful with his tongue, licking up every drop like a popsicle and being sure to avoid your clit. You sighed at the feeling, it was almost like a massage. He took his time and you laid there, letting him do as he pleased before coming up to lay on his back next to you.
You wanted to cuddle, steal some of his warmth, but then your nose picked up on something you didn’t really recognize. Well, it smelled like him, but it also didn’t.
You blinked, eyes immediately traveling down to the crotch of his pants, spoiled with his own messy orgasm that you hadn’t even realized. When did he…?
He saw you looking down, expression turning uncomfortable at your discovery. His body went rigid, unsure of where to go now before asking, “Is… You want me to go or is it alright if I…?”
“I’d um,” you swallowed. “If you’re not busy, I’d like you to stay. If possible.”
“Yeah,” he relaxed, sitting up and grabbing your clothes. “Here. Lemme help you get cleaned up.”
Thankfully, second year dorms had ensuite bathrooms. He started up the shower to get the water warm, coming back to help you out of bed, his face was written with worry all over it. You said you were fine but he insisted on carrying you to the shower, getting the seat out to make sure you were comfortable and adjusted before going to swap out the sheets.
He even helped you dry your hair once he was out of the shower. He didn’t have any extra clothes here but you managed to find a pair of large basketball shorts and a shirt to give him. Rather than putting on regular pajamas, you resorted to just a t-shirt and panties, now that you were… extremely acquainted with him.
In bed, he didn’t even try to hide it anymore - outright rubbing his cheek against yours to scent you. You bit your tongue, trying to hold it in but when he got to your neck, you openly purred out loud. You could feel his cheeky smile against you as he did.
“Hey,” he said. It was dark so you couldn’t really make out his face but you turned to him anyway. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” you responded immediately.
His hand came up to your cheek, holding your face before he leaned forward to press his lips against yours.