SuperBat : Oneshots

5.Omegaverse

Part : 3 (Mature)

AU : Omegaverse

Alpha : Clark Kent

Omega : Bruce Wayne

Warning : Smut

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When Clark got home, he felt the presence of someone other than himself. Bruce, wearing a loose black bathrobe, was lying on the couch, hugging a pillow in his arms. But he didn’t expect Bruce there in his busy schedule, especially not in such a vulnerable state.

Clark couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. He quietly made his way over to the couch to Bruce, careful not to wake him. As he watched Bruce sleep, it was rare for him to have a moment of stillness in his hectic life as Superman, but being here with Bruce made everything feel right. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from Bruce’s forehead, admiring the way the dim light in the living room illuminated the  billionaire's handsome features. He was sleeping with a slight blush on his face and exposed collarbones.

Although Bruce was sleeping deeply, he was still vigilant because he was not sleeping in his own house without much surveillance. When Clark opened the door, he could slightly sense someone. Now Clark came closer, and he could feel the heat of the man’s breath. After slowly inhaling the scent of the familiar gardenia, Bruce woke up in a daze.

“Kal…?” When he saw a familiar face, the mind that had become dull from sleep began to work again. Bruce subconsciously wrapped his hand around Clark’s neck. As Bruce slowly regained his senses, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and familiarity in Clark.

Now that he smelled the addictive scent of his Alpha’s pheromones, Bruce, the pheromone-addicted patient felt a sudden heat raising in his body. The state at the moment magnified his senses. Even if he was covering his nose by pressing into the old couch, the pheromone of gardenia was still pervasive, and the smell of his Alpha was so exuberant, so wild, so domineering, full of the power. It evokes all his primitive impulses, making him want to do whatever is necessary to complete the reproductive task driven by genetic instinct.

Clark hurried to take off his overcoat, which was covered and cold by the night. The whole person was half-pressed against Bruce’s body. Bruce approached his glands, nuzzling his nose lightly and sniffed deeply.  It was a scent that could not be produced by other sources; it teased every inch of Bruce’s nerves. The scent alone could make him lose his mind to desires. Bruce’s reason and instinct kicked in and drew him closer to the source of his desire.

Bruce tugged on his shirt with a little force, and Clark swiftly changed their position, sitting on the sofa while Bruce was straddling his lap.

He felt the Omega pheromone in his own body go out of control,he couldn’t describe this situation as his body was still overwhelmed by the scent of the Alpha. His instincts demanded to breed; however, his brain had another thought about their current relationship and secrets. His excessively turbulent desires may make him regret them.

The pheromone encircling his whole body caused them to be in an ambiguous state between desire and satisfaction, and Clark’s hand was still gently caressing his back. If this was the usual circumstance, Bruce would have thought it was the former. In his opinion, Clark always had a sense of politeness. Even if there were some occasional childish actions, they were still in line with his age.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the invulnerable skin of Clark’s gland, which carries an aphrodite-like scent, which made himself go crazy. He could not resist tasting it, so he bit down on the gland but there was no break in the tissues.