Smut Fanfics

Chapter 6 : omegaverse(bakugou x reader🧡)

He didn't understand why, but your scent was almost always the most intoxicating. Your sweet omega scent always wafted through his nose no matter how hard he tried not to let it. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed down as he watched you from across the room. The Hero Agency had assigned the two of you to the same pod within the office, and Bakugou felt like it was the universe trying to teach him restraint. However, it was so hard for him to keep from pouncing onto you. His inner Alpha urged him to claim you and knot you, but you were such a shy, little thing. Bakugou didn't want to terrify you. So, he did the next best thing.

First, he tried his best to scent your stuff without you noticing and without blatantly rubbing himself against you or your things. It had been successful so far, as many of the other alphas in the room had begun to stay away from you. It made Bakugou's jealous little heart race with joy each time an alpha would come up to you, smell his scent, and immediately panic and try to leave without hurting your sweet feelings. The way he scented your stuff, however, was not the most ideal way.

Each and every time he got hurt, he would come straight to you. You were like his personal healer, always healing up his wounds with a cute frown and a scolding couple of words. However, Bakugou usually didn't listen. His crimson eyes were almost always raking over your form, focusing on your perky breasts before taking in your delicious ass. Your costume did nothing to help his growing desire, almost looking like Momo's prototype outfit back in the UA days. Your quirk was mostly sunlight-based, taking the rays of the sun to turn it into healing energy, so the less clothing, the better.

Your nimble fingers gently brushed against a particularly large gash on his chest, your hand glowing a bright yellow as you activated your quirk, and you huffed.

"Bakugou, if you keep getting hurt like this, you're going to get a mark on your record. You can't be a hero and be reckless as well."

Bakugou scoffed, turning his head away from you.

"Who says I was being reckless, dumbass?"

You gave him a look, and he glared at you.

"Bakugou, you're an idiot."

You turned around, walking to the cabinet to grab a washcloth, wetting it under some hot water. Bakugou's eyes raked up your form, his nostrils flaring as he smelled you, and he growled to you as you walked back to him.

"You really gotta start wearing perfume or something."

You glared at the man, asking him as you began to wipe the blood from his chest.

"You telling me I stink? If anybody in this room stinks, it's you, you asshole."

Bakugou tensed, and his crimson eyes glared hotly at you.

"I think I smell fucking great. An omega like you should be glad that I smell good."

You rolled your eyes before huffing, turning around once more. You couldn't deny that Bakugou smelled good. In fact, you were pretty sure that you got drunk off of it every single night. No matter how far away from Bakugou you stayed, his scent was almost always on your clothing as if he had scented them as much as he could. It was strange at first, but after a while, you began to like it. Rinsing the washcloth, you turned around and allowed the washcloth to plop onto the counter. Crossing your arms, you leaned against the counter and asked him.

"Got anything else you need taken care of, Bakugou?"

Bakugou's lips upturned into a smirk as he looked on at you, and you became uneasy, aware of the fact that his scent was growing stronger. You blushed when you realized he had become aroused.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Come here, little Omega."

Your body lit up in excitement, heat slowly pooling at your core, and you walked over to Bakugou cautiously. You gasped when he grabbed you by the arm and yanked you towards him, his nose digging into your neck as he smelled you. His hands snaked down to your fleshy ass, gripping it tightly and kneading the flesh as he snarled to you.