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The sound of your high heels clicking echoed in the empty cement hallway. You couldn't help but smile slightly, for some reason the sound had always made you feel more confident. It helped too that the shoes were very expensive, typically not what you would get to wear. Working on higher-level missions like this had its perks sometimes, in this case, you got to wear the fancy red-soled shoes you had only ever seen on models: Louboutin’s. It saddened you to know you’d have to destroy the shoes when tonight was over.
Alas, no evidence could be left behind. Not even the brand-new shoes that made you feel expensive and sexy for once. You wondered why something as simple as shoes could do that, but no answer came. Then you wondered that perhaps silly questions like that were meant for people who could afford these types of shoes. Perhaps… they were meant for people who owned anything at all.
You pushed those thoughts aside, there would be time to sulk about where you were in your life after the mission was complete. Tonight, you were Trinity: a quirkless, American, omega college student that was lucky enough to get this job tonight. The character you had been tasked to play couldn’t be any more different from you. Trinity was well educated and grew up with her big American family, she was happy and free. In reality, you had never attended college, nor had any family to speak of.
As for free? You didn’t think you were that either. Then again, you had never known any different than the life you lived now. Really, you could argue that this was the freest you had ever been.
For as long as you could remember you had been raised by a man named Fumihirio Murakami. Though, you only called him “Father”. You knew he wasn’t your real father; you also knew you weren’t even remotely related to him. None of that mattered though. He got mad if you didn’t call him Father, so you called him what he demanded. That had been your life, and it wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Maybe never.
Probably never, you thought.
And quirkless? You were hardly that. The only reason you had been chosen was because of this fucking curse of a quirk you had. It was explained to you when you were a child - you were apparently gifted with the extraordinary quirk titled Triple Threat, which was basically as simple as it sounded. You were three times stronger, three times faster, and three times more perceptive than the average person. At first, it didn't seem like much… Then you were keeping up with speeds set only by Ingenium, deadlifting records set by the strongest woman in the world, and smelling the cigarette lit 5 floors down. It made you the perfect spy, the perfect tool.
As for happy? You weren’t entirely sure. Your life could be worse, you knew that much. Though you also knew it could also have been all hell of a lot better. For example, you could have not been raised by an offshoot of the League of Villains - aptly called the League of Shadows. That would have been a good start. Maybe you could have had parents that loved you, or friends that made you feel accepted (or friends at all for that matter). Maybe then you’d have what would be considered a “better life”. However, this was the life you were dealt. Nothing could change that now. You had accepted that long ago.
Tonight, however, you were going to make the best of it by enjoying being Trinity Smith. A blonde, bubbly, and absolutely irresistible omega in 6-inch Louboutin heels and a sinfully short Dynamight-inspired dress.
“Trinity" was lucky enough to be hired at the most expensive banquet hall in Tokyo. It just so happened that she also was hired just in time to be working the biggest event of the century: The Wonder Duo taking the number one hero spot together.
You had heard of them before, obviously. Dynamight and Deku - also known as Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya. It was hard not to know about them, they were everywhere. It was a secret of yours that you actually watched their time in the spotlight very closely - even their earliest years at Yuuei. You couldn’t help yourself, the two of them were only two years older than you. It was easy to get absorbed watching the television broadcast of their first sports festival. It was even easier to admire their dedication.
Watching young men and women from Yuuei, that were so close to your age, achieve so much had been inspiring (and a bit morose). Had you been any other child, perhaps it would have inspired you to become a hero… Unfortunately, you were never given that option or chance.
So it was slightly bittersweet that you had now been placed on a mission that would possibly end Dynamight and Deku’s career, but unfortunately, it was what you had to do. Truth be told, you didn’t know what they had planned for Dynamight - all you knew was that he was tonight’s intended target.
Before you had left the base of operations this morning, Father had brought over a man you had seen quite a few times in the past. His name was Isao - Villain name: Stalker. He was a tall, gangly beta with greasy black hair that was slicked back constantly. His skin was pale from lack of sunlight, which only made his creepy smile even worse. You never liked Stalker. With a name like that, how could you?
His quirk was unique, and certainly of use to a group as seedy as the League of Shadows. His quirk was called Phantom Tracker - He was able to leave bits of his DNA on objects or people and depending on the amount placed he was able to know exactly where that person was for extended amounts of time. Due to some very uncomfortable tests, the LoS had learned that when Stalker’s DNA was placed into the bloodstream of another - he was able to track that individual for about a month. Of course, the easiest (and perhaps grossest) way to spread his quirk was through saliva.
After Isao delicately placed his saliva under your freshly filed fingernails, your mission was made abundantly clear to you. Tonight, you were placing the Phantom Tracker under Katsuki Bakugo’s skin. This wasn’t the first time you had been used as a tool in such a plan - many politicians and notable figures in Japan (and around the world, though those missions were limited at best) had gone missing only days after a brief, seemingly inconsequential, meeting with an innocent, quirkless, omega girl.
It was really the simplest task in the world. Get in, “accidentally scratch” the unsuspecting victim, and get out. Tonight would be no different.
You turned into large double doors at the end of the hall, leading into a luxurious kitchen that was currently filled with anxious staff. You noted the other waitresses for the night, dressed in Pro Hero Deku and Dynamight costumes like yourself. You quickly saddled up next to a girl that “Trinity” had made quick friends with. Her name was Kaito Fukada. She was a sweet girl, also omega, around your age, with short black hair and shining blue eyes. She smelled like blueberries, sweet and slightly tart. Not your favorite scent, but bearable. She must have been nervous; her scent was taking a more acidic nature tonight. You supposed that would be reasonable, tonight was a big night.
“Trinichan!” Kaito called the childish nickname she had made for you. She wrapped her arms around you in an excited hug. “Aren’t you just so excited? I know you have got to just be shaking in your heels thinking about meeting Deku tonight!”
That was your cover story, the thought of it nearly made you roll your eyes but you resisted. Trinity was supposedly a transfer student from America that was just desperate to experience Japan’s new “quirkless-inclusivity project”. It was a charity that had been started, funded, and run by Deku - who apparently was a late bloomer and was bullied as a quirkless child for years. Schools in America still viewed quirkless students, especially quirkless omega students, as less than the rest of society. Japan would be a perfect place for “Trinity” to thrive.
You put on your best ‘I’m dying of excitement smile’ and clung onto Kaito.
“Do you think he’ll actually speak to me, Kaichan?” You gushed to her in perfect Japanese (you made sure the “American accent” was still thick on top of it in order to keep up your ruse). “It would just be so… So cool to thank him for all that he has done for the quirkless community. He has started waves in America, I am telling you! By the time I finish getting my degree here, America will have begun accepting quirkless students into Hero-centric studies, I am sure of it.”
Another waitress named Naoko, with long blue hair and apparently some sort of aquatic quirk (if you had to guess from the gills on her neck), made her way over to you and Kaito. She was a beta from her scent, you could tell. She smelled like clear water - nothing sweet and nothing too powerful. Neutral. It was a relief to your heightened senses in a room full of nervous chainsmokers.
“If you think for even one second that the rest of us would let you go through this night without at least getting to speak with him once, you’re crazy. You’ve been talking about Deku for months! Literally, it is all you talk about. I can’t imagine working with you after all of this if you miss this opportunity. You’ll never shut up about it!” She laughed and slapped a hand onto your back.
You crossed your arms and forced yourself to blush. You tried to look embarrassed as all the other waitresses for the night began to join in and laugh, assuring you that you’d get your chance to talk to Deku tonight.
Apparently, months of hard work in making these girls believe that you were both Trinity Smith and Deku-obsessed had paid off. It would be worth the harassment in the end because you knew one thing for sure: Wherever Deku was, Dynamight was surely near. It also felt good to know that these girls were so sure that you’d be returning after tonight’s shift. It meant you played your part well. Father would be proud. Unfortunately for your new “friends”, they would never see you again after your mission was completed tonight. Trinity would disappear without a trace, not even one Louboutin heel to be found.
Focus. You’re almost there, you told yourself.
“Oh gosh, I hope you guys are right. I’d just be so happy to finally get to thank him in person!” You fanned yourself dramatically, giggling along with the waitresses.
“Well, good news for you Trin, I hear that Deku is apparently into American girls after his internship there. Beautiful, blonde, American hotties! Just like you!” Another waitress called out to you. Another wave of giggles came from the group of girls. This time the blush wasn’t hard to fake, but it wasn’t for the reason they all thought. You hated this damn wig - you’d be happy to be rid of it soon. Though, it certainly did fit the description of what Deku apparently had been seen dating in America. Waist-length, curly blonde hair. Nothing like the dyed black hair you hid underneath. It did look surprisingly okay on you, maybe someday Father would allow you to dye your hair any color other than black.
“Oh, stop! This isn’t like that - I would never-” you sputtered. Another round of laughter came from around you, this time even some of the cooks joined in.
“Oh sure. Like you would say no to one of the number one heroes in Japan if he asked to take you home tonight!” Naoko chastised.
“Letting him take home a pretty little omega like you would certainly be one way to thank him,” a young cook called over from the other side of the kitchen. A couple of his buddies chuckled and playfully shoved him. Even from across the room you could smell the last cigarette he smoked a few hours ago. Though, that did nothing to hide his alpha stench. You did your best to look flustered by his comment, attempting to hide your contempt. Your quirk made it easy to read people, read their scents. His obvious arousal for you was near nauseating. Too bad he wasn’t your target tonight. He would have been too easy.
“Don’t listen to them, Trinichan! I know that you just want to thank Deku for all he has done for you. He’ll be so happy to meet you,” Kaito assured you with a warming smile. A calming scent of sugary sweet blueberries surrounded you. You couldn’t help but smile. What a sweet girl. You opened your mouth to respond in thanks when the double doors leading to the banquet hall slammed open.
“Alright, everyone! One hour until showtime!” Came the annoying voice of the man behind the planning of this large event. His name was Akinari Kondo, he was a skittish male omega that smelled like roses. To you, he smelled like an old lady’s perfume. Sometimes he smelled sweet, but most of the time it was so… fabricated. Chemical in nature. It made you genuinely sick on a few occasions. You silently cursed your hypersensitive nose.
“Now I want nothing but absolute perfection tonight. We have been training for months now, and any screw-ups will be taken out of your paycheck! Hear me? No spilling any alcohol. No burning my kitchen down. I will have absolute, complete-”
“Perfection,” the staff groaned out in unison, completing Akinari’s sentence. Some let out light laughter at the look of pride that came over him, his blonde hair bouncing with his delighted hops.
“Yes, yes, yes! You got it! Now, I just know you will all do your absolute best. Now back to work! Enough chit-chat. We have far too much to prepare before the Wonder Duo are in the building!” He announced with growing excitement in his tone. A few cheers were let loose as the staff made their way to their designated stations to finish up work.
“Smith! Fukada! Come here,” Akinari called to you and Kaito. You both gave each other confused looks before making your way to him.
“What’s up, boss?” You tried to act casual. This rosy fuck had been a thorn in your ass for months. If he somehow complicated your mission, you’d personally make sure to put a Phantom Tracker right up his-
“I have a big task for you girls tonight. As my two shining, beautiful, perfect omega waitresses, I will be asking you to personally take drinks to Deku and Dynamight,” Akinari explained. Kaito squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down next to you, the “bunny ears” on her Deku costume flopping around. You took a moment to think about the ramifications this would have on your mission - in a way it was good. It got you closer to your target, however, it made you more recognizable to your target as well. You’d have to play it carefully tonight.
Apparently, your moment of hesitation confused and frustrated Akinari, who pointedly cleared his throat at you.
Kaito quickly chimed in. “Oh, she is just in shock because she is so excited, Kondo-sama. She has wanted nothing more than a chance to see Deku!” You quickly recovered, nodding excitedly and returning Kaito’s grip.
“Well, that is good to hear. Don’t let your… infatuation with him mess you up tonight, Smith,” Akinari huffed. “Now, you two go get freshened up. I want you to look your absolute best. That is an order,” he finished with a wave of his hand.
You and Kaito were quick to make your way back down the concrete hallway to the bathroom a few doors down. The whole way Kaito yapped about how excited she was for you, how excited she was for both of you actually. You did your best to keep up a conversation as you reapplied your vibrant red lipstick. You made sure your lips were extra pouty, as that seemed to be a big American trend. It was relaxing to see that your wig - held down by a billion bobby pins- hadn’t budged an inch and looked just as natural as it when it was applied to you. Your blue contacts made your eyes look bigger and sexier. You fit the part perfectly.
Tonight was the biggest mission you had been put on yet. You couldn’t help but feel a few nerves at the prospect of getting caught. Typically, you only worked with getting information, or placing Phantom Tracker on less important targets… Tonight was different on a whole different scale. Father thought you were ready though, and he had never sent you astray before. You took a deep breath to settle yourself, not worrying what Kaito would think. Surely, she just thought you were nervous about meeting Deku. Little did she know…
The hour passed quicker than you could have ever anticipated. Before you knew it, people were swarming the banquet hall, dressed in their absolute best. You saw brand names that you couldn’t even dream of owning, designers that you had only ever seen in magazines, heroes that were easily in the top 50. It seemed everybody that was anybody was here tonight. Even celebrities from your favorite movies! What business did they have doing here? You couldn’t bring yourself to understand, but at the same time, you could respect it. This was a huge deal for Japan, the first time a Duo had taken the number one spot. It was also a farewell party to the former number one hero, Hawks, who was sure to be here tonight.
Soon enough, more notable heroes begin to show up, even some of the alumni from the Wonder Duo’s graduating class at Yuuei; a sure sign that Deku and Dynamight were on the way. Then, as if it were clockwork, the giant doors opened, and cameras flashed as they entered together - side by side in their designer suits.
“LADDDIEEESSS AND GENLEMENNNN,” cried the voice of retired pro Present Mic who stood near his former students. “Welcome to the flooooorr, THE NUMBER ONE HEROES! THE WONDER DUO! DEKU AND DYNAMIGHT!”
They really were a spectacle, even you had to admit that. Deku wore a smile that could light up a black hole, Dynamight a smirk that could make even the purest virgin blush. They quickly held hands before lifting their combined fists into the air. The crowds cheered in celebration and congratulation.
The Duo made their way to a large round table in the center of the room, and as they sat with their friends and family, music began to play. The crowd began to find their seats once again and food was beginning to be served.
This is it. You’ve got this.
Truly it was nothing you hadn’t done before.
At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself as you swallowed dryly. Your heart wouldn’t stop racing for some reason. There were so many scents all around you, it was really a bit overwhelming. You put on a spritz more of your scent-blocking perfume, hoping that some of it would help distract you from the cloud of information that assaulted you with every inhale.
Akinari quickly ran over to you and Kaito, who were both holding a tray with a single bottle of 30,000 - yen champagne. One for Dynamight. One for Deku. He waved you over to follow him, which you both did willingly and eagerly. He made his way across the banquet hall with ease, ease that you wish you possessed at that moment. Why the hell were you so nervous?
“Gentlemen! Thank you so much for choosing our banquet hall for your celebration tonight. We are honored to be hosting such a monumental and historic event. As a thank you, and congratulations to you both, I have put together my very own Wonder Duo to help serve you tonight,” Akinari explained with a sly grin on his face as he gestured to you and Kaito. A round of laughter and cheers went around the banquet hall as the crowds witnessed you two approach the Wonder Duo. A blush burned over Deku’s face at the sight of the skimpy “costumes” that you had both worn as uniforms.
You wore two simple bracelets that resembled Dynamight’s gauntlets, a simple, strapless black dress that was too short for its own good, and a mask that flared off in explosion-like shapes just like his. The dress had the iconic orange “X” over your chest, of course, accentuating your breasts.
Kaito’s costume was similar in the sense that it too was just a short strapless dress - but she sported the iconic “white thigh highs” that Deku’s costume had, and of course the famous “bunny ears”. The main difference between your outfits was that her dress was made of skin tight green latex.
The look of shock on Deku’s face only got better as you two approached and placed the bottles down in front of the hero you were dressed opposite of. You weren’t sure what caused it, Deku’s face, or your uniforms, but Dynamight broke out into a laugh that you had never heard before (and from the look of the people around, no one else had either). He had his head thrown back, a hand over his stomach, and what looked like a tear in his eye. His laughter was contagious, soon the rest of the table was laughing along with him.
A man with a large camera quickly swooped up and demanded pictures of the Wonder Duo with… well, the Wonder Duo. The spy in you wanted to deny the picture - but you knew better than to add suspicion by denying them.
“Alright, alright. C’mon Deks, stand up and close your mouth before you catch flies,” Dynamight chastised - amusement thick in his voice. He stood up and dragged Deku up with him by his suit jacket.
“Okay, let’s get the first picture with you ladies standing with your opposite hero- perfect, just like that!” The photographer shouted out. Deku was quick to find his composure as he turned to you with the same smile that nearly blinded you when he entered the room.
“S-Sorry about that! Ha-heh, I just, you know, wow! I love your uniform!” Deku explained in a panicked voice as he ran a hand through the unruly green curls atop his head. Though someone had clearly tried to style his hair, even with his newer undercut, it still looked out of control. “You know, I actually helped Kacchan design some of hi- AH,” a noise of surprise left Deku as Dynamight’s hand smacked the back of his head.
“Nerd, shut up, she gets it,” he laughed. Bakugo had already slid an arm around Kaito’s shoulder, trying to pose for the picture. That furious blush returned to Deku’s face.
“Sorry, ha, he’s right. Anyway! Picture! Yeah?” He slid his arm around your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but smile. Really smile. Something about his polite and nervous demeanor helped relax you. Which was odd, considering that Deku was an alpha. Typically alphas had a way of intimidating you without a word, but the look of Deku just screamed comfort to you. You had heard others from the League of Shadows claim that they were terrified of the power that Deku held, so why did you feel… so weirdly content with his arm nearly around your neck? The word came to you then. Safe. That is what you felt. You couldn’t remember feeling this way around an alpha… But isn’t that how they were supposed to make omegas feel? Safe? That was the aura this man exuded. It was… refreshing, to say the least.
Before you could delve deeper into that thought you were immediately plagued by the scent that was Izuku Midoriya. A wave of pine - a forest of tall and strong pine trees - washed over you. It was more to that. There were layers. Something so powerful - ozone? You couldn’t really place it. However, it was electric. Breathtaking. His scent was the first indicator that he was actually a threat to you - his aura was domineering when you looked too closely at it. It would have been more intimidating, if not for the fact that his smile was so damn cute.
You had heard of alphas with scents that could sweep omegas off their feet, though you had never encountered one - well, until just now. Deku smelled… strong. That was the only way to put it. He smelled like a reliable, safe, alpha. It was possibly the most potent scent you had ever come across, and the longer you found yourself in his hold, the easier it became to melt into it.
You took a few photos with Deku, one with you holding the champagne bottle, another with his arm around your waist. You both shared a laugh, yet you were still weirdly uncomfortable with just how easy you warmed up to a complete stranger.
“Beautiful, perfect! Okay, now switch heroes for me,” the photographer demanded. Kaito and you quickly switched spots - and that was when it really hit you.
The scent of Katsuki Bakugo.
How the hell didn’t I notice that before…?
He smelled like… Like… Caramel ? No, not just caramel. Sugar. Smoke. Fire. A campfire deep in a pine forest. Safe. Light. Joy. Strong. So very strong . Did you mention caramel? How could he smell so intimidating yet so sweet?
Was this really an alpha’s scent? All of the reports you had heard of Bakugo had placed him as an alpha… but you had never encountered an alpha that smelled this good. Deku was- he was just different! He smelled like… trust. Safety. Strong, and good overall… But Bakugo… He smelled like… Perfect . If that even was a scent. He was the right amount of sweet - the right amount of bitter - it was just so perfectly balanced. It was like your nose had never understood scent before now - now that you could smell him .
Good fucking fuck. You weren’t even next to him yet.
You took the last few hesitant steps as you noticed he glanced over you. He seemed hesitant too. You picked up a new twist to his scent - curiosity? Interest? Confusion?
He pulled you close to him, the speed of it almost catching you off guard, but you quickly tried to compose yourself as you looked at the camera. Immediately, you felt Bakugo’s hand slide around your waist. As you blinked, your eyelids felt heavier than they ever had… God, his scent was so thick in the air you could feel the weight of it on your tongue. The taste of it… It was nearly addicting.
What the hell had come over you? What was this reaction? You had never experienced anything like this before. Alpha scents typically scared you, or grossed you out, unless you were in the depths of your heat… But these two alphas, specifically the one that was holding you against his body, made you feel like you had never smelled a true alpha before this moment.
A brief flash of panic came over you as you tried to remember if you had taken your suppressants. Could you be going into heat? Could his scent be so powerful that you- no. No, you took them. You remember taking them. But if this wasn’t heat… What was it?
The flash of the camera in front of you jolted you to reality, actually making you jump slightly.
“Hey, you okay?” Bakugo asked softly. His lips were so close to your ear… You couldn’t help but shiver at that baritone voice.
“O-Oh, I’m fine, I’m sorry… I just… I’m-” holy fucking shit, about to ruin my whole fucking mission if I don’t pull it together! “Just - This is my first real important job since I moved to Japan and I-” Another flash of a camera, “Just have heard so much about both of you!” You finally managed to spurt out, a real blush starting on your cheeks. A smirk spread across his face, and he looked like he was about to say something when Kaito spoke up.
“Oh! Deku! You must meet Trinichan properly!” She chimed in. “She is just your biggest fan! She is from America! I swear she came all this way just to see you,” she nodded in affirmation at you.
Bakugo’s scent suddenly turned sour, his eyes squinting as he raised an eyebrow, glancing from Deku to you. You almost wanted to sigh in relief, bless this girl for her intervention. It gave you a reason to twist out of Bakugo’s hold and face Midoriya.
“Is that true? You’re a huge fan of mine?” Deku asked with a big smile on his face. His eyes lit up - which was hard to understand. Why would he be getting so excited about some random girl? He must get told this all the time.
The photographer silently dismissed himself, as did Akinari, while Deku and Dynamight took their seats. Deku looked up at you with a sparkle in his eyes.
You took a deep breath, trying to get some air in that didn’t have the sweet caramel scent in it - but no luck. It felt like it was all around you.
“I, well, yes, I… I mean… I’m s-sure you have bigger fans! I just… I appreciate how much you do for the quirkless community- America just hasn’t caught up yet with the same ideals,” you felt yourself blushing. Easy to pass off as meeting your favorite hero, but it was really because you couldn’t stop thinking about how you wanted to be next to (or on top of) Bakugo.
“Oh Deku, she is being modest! She has been talking about you for months! All she ever does is talk about you! How wonderful you are, what an inspiration you are-” she was cut off by you elbowing her abruptly.
“I- Just- Being quirkless myself, I really appreciate the representation,” you found yourself bowing slightly. When you glanced up at Deku you couldn’t have anticipated the wet look in his eyes - he quickly stood and pulled you into a hug.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that! Thank you so much for telling me, Trini..?” He stared at you, waiting.
“Oh! My name is Trinity Smith! I’m an American transfer student studying in support gear for hero use! Please, call me Trinity,” you declared and smiled at him.
“Trinity, it is an absolute honor to meet you! Thank you for the work you do for the hero community! We are so lucky to have you here in Japan. I promise you, as long as you are here, you will be respected and treated as an equal!” This time, Deku bowed slightly to you. It hurt, nearly, because of how proud he seemed. All for a lie you had told. It almost hurt more that you wished you could be Trinity. That this could be your reality. But it couldn’t be. Would never be.
A harsh grunt from behind you made you glance back at Bakugo, who had now popped open his bottle of champagne and was pouring himself a hefty glass.
“Tch, if you’re such a huge fan of the nerd why didn’t you wear his costume tonight?” He grumbled.
Deku laughed, “Awww, Kacchan, are you jealous? ”
Bakugo didn’t even look up, instead taking a swig from his glass that was full to the brim. You studied him… Was he jealous? Of you? Talking to Deku? Why did that thought make you blush even more?
Thankfully, Kaito chimed in again.
“Well, Trinichan and I will be here all night to serve you and your friends! Whatever you need, please just call on us!” Kaito dipped into a bow of her own and began taking orders from around the table, starting on Deku’s side.
You followed her lead, making your way over to the chair next to Bakugo, which was currently being occupied by a woman who looked almost exactly like him, followed by a man that must have been Bakugo’s father. You did your best not to eavesdrop on their conversation, and purposefully avoided eye contact with Bakugo before continuing on. You made your way around the table, only stopping to notice a man with yellow hair - a man you recognized as the hero Chargebolt: Denki Kaminari, nudging a massive man with red hair spiked up into horns, Red Riot: Eijirou Kirishima.
“Trinichan, huh huh,” he wagged his eyebrows at Red Riot. Red Riot immediately hit him, giving you a warm smile.
“Don’t mind him. He’s a dunce. And happily engaged, might I remind him,” Red Riot shot a glare at Chargebolt.
“Oh c’mon, if there is anything Jirou gets, it’s hot ladies-” Chargebolt was cut off by a hardened elbow to his ribs.
“No worries! Is there anything I can get you started with tonight?” You pushed through with a smile.
The rest of the night continued mostly the same. You brought food and drinks back to the table, primarily doting on the Wonder Duo. Kaminari made sly comments about how you look. Kirishima silenced him.
You were surprised not to see more of the famous Yuuei class 1-A that took the world by storm - but you supposed that someone had to stay on the streets and keep them safe while so many heroes were at the banquet.
However, Todoroki Shoto made an appearance at some point in the night, still in his hero costume and fresh off patrol. Those who had congregated cried out in joy at the sight of him. He was sure to give everyone big hugs at the table, lingering to kneel between Deku and Dynamight for a hushed conversation with a small smile on his usually stoic face. Eventually, he joined the table and had a few drinks.
You did your best to avoid standing too close to Bakugo, his scent was absolutely suffocating. You did manage to catch his eyes on you every now and then, which sent a shock through you each time. You couldn’t help but notice yourself blushing.
Fuck, get it together.
Despite your best efforts, you kept coming back to Bakugo. He was keeping the drinks coming for himself and his friends, the glazed look of a good buzz coming over his eyes a few hours in. It was about the time that the champagne orders turned into sake orders that the Wonder Duo’s parents excused themselves from the party. Bakugo’s parents hugged him in a surprising moment of tenderness, especially after seeing them scream at each other across the table most of the night. Deku’s mother squeezed him into a hug and sobbed - telling him how proud she was. Of course, tears were also seen falling down Deku’s face. Eventually, the parents wobbled out together, apparently both parties getting properly drunk during the celebration.
The whole table was drunk, it was perfect. Your mission would go smoothly like this.
“Hey,” Bakugo’s voice stopped you in your tracks. You took a deep breath of “fresh air” before turning back to him, desperate to hold your breath.
“Yes, Dynamight?” You asked him, a polite smile on your face.
“Bring me and Zuku some bottles of some Daiginjo sake, will ya?” An easy grin slid over his face.
“Kacchan, that’s way too expensive-” Deku started to protest.
“Nerd, we’re the number one heroes. I think we can afford it. Don’t you think we’ve earned it?” He gave a gentle punch to Deku’s shoulder, a weird moment of tenderness between them. “Plus, it’s on me. You’re welcome. And thanks, or whatever.”
“Oh, Kacchan!” Deku started to get tears in his eyes again.
Fuck. Time to breathe in.
You tried to make it one, quick breath, but that caramel smoke filled your lungs anyway. It made you so lightheaded. You cleared your throat, taking a step back and looking at the rest of the table.
“Can I get anything for anyone else before I go grab that?” You tried your best to sound composed. Tried to look like you didn’t feel a heat crawling over your skin at just the scent of this man.
“Heh, yeahhh you can. How about a tall glass of you, Trinichan?” Denki let out before Kirishima could stop him. The hit that came from Red Riot seemed a bit delayed, perhaps he was drunk too.
The table got somewhat tense, waiting for your response.
You composed yourself because right now you weren’t you, you were sweetheart quirkless omega Trinity. You put on your best, polite and embarrassed smile. Forced another blush onto your face.
“Oh, I- Well, I am very flattered Chargebolt, but perhaps we should stick to what’s on the menu, huh? At least until I’m off the clock, as long as your fiancé is okay with it of course,” you blushed even deeper and looked away with a sly grin. You couldn’t help but throw that last bit in there, maybe that wasn’t very Trinity of you, but the look on his face was worth it.
He looked like his brain had just melted in his head. His jaw dropped. A blush crawled over his face. He looked embarrassed, shocked, aroused? The table burst into laughter - all except Bakugo - and you could feel his eyes on you. You spared one glance back at him, noted the… anger? In his eyes. Deku was laughing hard until he noticed his best friend wasn’t following along, when he stopped to give Bakugo a strange look. The blonde quickly recovered, rolling his eyes and huffing a laugh through his nose.
“I’ll be right back with those bottles!” You announced and made your escape. You made your way towards the bar through the ever-thinning crowd. It was late now, nearing 3 in the morning. The paparazzi had all but vanished, family members and those who were here for the spectacle of it had returned home. All that remained were former teachers, pro heroes, and close friends.
The time to complete your mission was nearing. After a full night of working on 6-inch heels, it wouldn’t be hard to make people believe you would “fall” and accidentally scratch Dynamight while trying to catch yourself.
As you made your way back, you saw the table which now consisted of Uravity, Chargebolt, Red Riot, Shoto, and the Wonder Duo all taking their time to chastise Denki. They stopped their bickering when you placed the bottles in front of Bakugo and Deku.
“Trinichan,” Denki’s voice came out timid this time. You looked at him with a polite smile. “I-I mean, uh, so. Could you bring another couple of those bottles? With 7 shot glasses please,” he asked politely. Not one pervy comment this time, huh? Impressive. You nodded and quickly made your way back to the bar. When you returned with another two bottles for the table, poured the shots out, you were confronted by an extra glass. You looked up at Kaminari in confusion. “Ah, that one is for you. As an apology for being such a prick tonight. I just- sometimes I get a little out of control, so please accept it?” He asked, a blush still on his cheeks.
“Oh, that is so sweet of you! But I couldn’t possibly afford this… Thank you for the offer, Chargebolt, but I promise you haven’t offended me. I have seen much worse in my days! I promise!” You declared with a respectful bow.
“Oh, nonsense Trinichan,” Deku proclaimed, and you blushed at the common use of the nickname. So much more innocent coming from him, too. “We will cover the bill. Please, feel free to enjoy! For me? As a celebration,” he explained. You forced a smile, drinking on the job was never good. It would look more suspicious to turn it down at this point though.
“Okay… I suppose one time wouldn’t hurt,” you gave in. The table cheered, tapped their glasses against the table, and slammed them back. You quickly followed. The sake was warm, burning down your throat in the best way. Perhaps this would give you just the touch of liquid courage you needed to complete your mission tonight.
You couldn’t have anticipated the second shot though, when you came back to fill their glasses Denki insisted once more that you join them. You made sure to anticipate the third, fourth, and fifth shots though. You were sure to fill the seventh shot glass with water. You couldn’t get drunk on the job, and these two shots were already warming your belly.
Thankfully by the time you came back with the sixth round of shots, the table seemed properly sloshed. Perfect. Not only were they drunk, they thought you were now too. You played up the drunken act by walking back to the table with a bit of a sway in your step. Stumbling where appropriate, slurring your words when necessary.
You also couldn’t have anticipated what came next.
It seemed that during your last venture to get the next bottle of sake, the table had decided to shed some of their clothing. Red Riot had taken his suit jacket off, his red button-up shirt opened completely. Chargebolt’s jacket was on the ground next to him, his shirt might have been unbuttoned entirely, but someone clearly tried to redo it and failed miserably. Of course, his tie was tied around his head like some sort of delinquent. Uravity’s usually neat hair was a mess and one strap of her dress had fallen while she was doubled over in laughter. Deku’s tie had also been fastened around his head, but he was more or less using it as a headband to push his hair back out of his face. His sleeves were rolled up, the first few buttons undone, his jacket nowhere to be seen.
Then there was Bakugo. His jacket was also nowhere to be seen. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, his cufflinks undone. His tie sat loosely around his shoulders. There was a light sheen of sweat over his visible skin. He looked… absolutely edible. He looked comfortable, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread wide. Your eyes raked over him… and that’s when you saw them on the table-
The four scent patches he had apparently been wearing. One over each wrist, one over each scent gland on either side of his neck.
What. The. Fuck.
He smelled that good when he was wearing scent patches over every gland that could have been exposed? Oh fuck. Oh Shit. You had to get out of there immediate-
The scent hit you then. So undeniably powerful that you felt it in your bones. Gods, and you were still about five feet away from him. It was this strong? How? You had heard that perhaps Bakugo’s scent was more powerful due to his quirk- but this - this was almost impossible. His scent triggered not only a physical reaction from you but also a mental one. Emotional. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even see properly, you were so completely zeroed in on him.
It was so… perfect. So all-encompassing. The sweet. The smoke. The strength behind it. You felt your knees start to buckle. It made you feel so… free. Lightheaded. Like you were flying. Holy shit, you felt like you were flying!
Oh, wait, no… You were falling.
You heard the muffled yells of surprise from the table of heroes. There was a flash of green, a spike of that beautiful scent, and then you were being held by two, strong arms. They were so warm. You didn’t want to ever leave. You felt your eyes flutter open, looking up at the man who caught you. Dynamight. Bakugo. Katsuki. Alpha.
“Kacchan, is she okay?!”
“That… Didn’t look good.” Shoto’s monotone voice chimed in.
“Bakubro! Nice catch dude! I really thought she was gonna slam her head into the table there. Guess that’s why they made you number one,” teased Denki.
“Hey, they made us number one!” Deku clarified as he placed the drink tray he seemed to have somehow caught down on the table.
“Super manly of you, bro. That’s what I like to see. Catching fainting, beautiful omegas in distress. Exactly the image Dynamight deserves,” chuckled Kirishima.
“Shut up you extras,” Bakugo snarled and then locked eyes with you. “Hey, you good?”
“I’m- uh,” you stuttered out. This was the first time you really had a chance to look into his eyes. They’re the color of a rose, you thought. A beautiful, dark rose that must also somehow be on fire. God, they were beautiful.
Fuck, you need to focus.
“I’m fine. I’m so sorry, Dynamight… I must have had too much to drink- I just- I, uh,” suddenly you were being pulled into a standing position. The swift movement had that scent swirling around you once more and this time you could feel your eyes almost rolling back into your head. There was a moment when you swore you were falling again, but this time you were cradled into the scent, held by two strong, large hands. A shaky breath left you before you could stop it.
Kaito came running to you, asking if you were okay and profusely apologizing to Bakugo and the table, explaining that she had never seen you like this before. You almost wanted to laugh; you had never seen yourself like this. It was almost embarrassing. She quickly took you from Bakugo, something you felt weirdly upset about, but quickly recovered from. What the hell kind of thought was that? Though, from Bakugo’s hand lingering on your hips longer than they should have, you wondered if he was having similar thoughts.
“If we could just keep this between all of us, I would hate for Trinity to get in trouble with our boss. I would greatly appreciate it, and I promise to provide only superior service from here on out!” Kaito pleaded to the table with a swift bow.
Damn. She was a sweet girl. Too bad you’d have to cut off the connection after this mission.
“Oh, no need to apologize! Truthfully it is our fault anyway. We were the ones encouraging her to drink with us. If anything, she was already providing superior service!” Assured Izuku, with that ten-thousand-watt smile on his face.
“Yeah, no issue. We’ll keep this between us,” explained Denki who looked slightly guilty glancing over all the empty shot glasses.
“Enough about all that. Is she okay? She just fainted twice,” Uraraka’s voice was that of a stern mother’s amongst the chaos of children. So stern, in fact, that it snapped you out of the fog you had been buried in. Suddenly, the world was back in focus. You lifted your gaze to find red eyes locked onto yours, emotions swirling inside those vermillion pools. Confusion, anger, guilt, worry, intrigue… lust?
You blinked away the confusion and quickly stood up straight, though only after stumbling a bit to find your balance. You quickly let out an embarrassed laugh.
“I’m so sorry about that! I think I just need some air. I’ll be right back!” you called out as you quickly started a retreat from the room. Kaito tried to grab your arm to ask if you were okay, but you simply brushed her off with a kind smile and nod. You needed to get out of there, you needed to get out of there 5 minutes ago. You needed to get out of this building as fast as possible.
You walked away as quickly as possible without activating your quirk, weaving in-between the crowd, and making your way back through the kitchen. The staff tried to speak to you, but their words were muffled by the sheer panic that had come over you. It wasn’t until you pushed out the double doors into the empty hallway behind the kitchen that you realized you hadn’t completed the fucking mission.
Stumbling to a stop, you ripped off the cheap mask that had been nearly glued to your face the entire night, leaned on the cool concrete wall, and closed your eyes. Thankfully, the air in this hall was at least 10 degrees colder than that damn banquet hall, because your skin felt way too hot. You took in a deep breath of crisp air that was blissfully scentless.
You could do this. You just needed a minute of breathing air that didn’t have hints of caramel and smoke. You just needed to scratch him, how hard could that be? Just go in there, hold your breath, and “fall” again and try to grab onto his big, strong, beautiful arms-
The sound of the heavy kitchen doors being thrown open interrupted your thought process. You quickly (perhaps too quickly) whipped your head up, expecting to find Akinari with steam coming out of his ears - but were shocked to see Dynamight standing still, watching you.
The look in his eyes was damn near predatory. It sent a chill down your spine, from fear or anticipation you couldn’t tell. You breathed in, getting ready to apologize again - when that fucking scent hit you. Your eyelids felt heavy, and suddenly that concrete wall was the only thing holding you up.
In three long strides he was in front of you, pinning you against the wall like he thought you might run (or fall). His left hand planted firmly on the wall next to your head, while his right twitched unpredictably by his side. Normally, that would have scared you, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t a threat. He looked bewildered… Perhaps just as shocked as you felt.
“Who the fuck are you?” His voice was rough, low, almost a growl. It did things to you, things you’d never admit. Currently, however, you were more worried that your cover was blown. You searched his eyes for a hint that perhaps he realized you were a spy, but there was no fury in his gaze. Frustration, perhaps, but no pure rage that would typically come from a man that realized he was being played. So, it must be a genuine question then…
“I-I’m… Trinity… I’m an American-”
“I know you’re fucking American, I meant- just- who the hell are you? Who do you think you are, that you can come in here, smelling like that, looking like that, and just-”
“I… I don’t know what you mean,” you tried to explain with a slurred and jittery voice. You didn’t mean to sound so damn timid, but you genuinely couldn’t control yourself. You even felt your head begin to tip to the side, even caught yourself trying to pick up more of that beautiful scent off of the wrist that was placed so close to your head.
“You really don’t fucking see what you’re doing to me?” His voice dropped to that baritone growl that made your insides tremble. “Because I can sure as hell see what I’m doing to you.”
Your cheeks burned at that. For the first time since he cornered you, you really looked at him - and immediately regretted it. He looked good enough to eat. His lips were slightly parted, glistening and red from him biting so hard at them. You could see it now. His eyes clouded, sweat starting to make his skin sparkle. You could see what you were doing to him, he was obviously aroused. You had seen it on many others who had propositioned you before, but never quite this viscerally. You had refused to see it before; you couldn’t fathom it…
A warmth spread through you - pride at the fact that you had done this to one of the number one heroes. To Dynamight. Your mentors would be so proud, and yet… what had he said? What he was doing to you?
It hit you like a freight train. You were aroused. Genuinely. You couldn’t remember the last time this happened. Certainly never just because of a scent. Certainly not because of a target on a mission.
The thought occurred to you: was this truly just because of a scent? Well, he wasn’t bad-looking. That much was obvious. But you had hardly spoken. You hardly even allowed yourself to look at him. This wasn’t like you. You didn’t just randomly become aroused by attractive men - scent or no scent. So, what was this undeniable attraction to this man? Were you hit by a quirk? Could it be that he just smelled that good?
Fuck. Focus .
You were aroused. Okay. Fine. Fine? No - this wasn’t fine.
Arousal was not a part of the job. You pretended to be aroused, you didn’t actually get aroused. You played the part, you did the job, you got out. So what the fuck was it about this man that made you want to just give up everything and stay wrapped up in his arms and his scent until you died a happy and peaceful death?
What kind of thought was that!? Oh, this was bad. You had been compromised. You needed to get the fuck out of here and fast-
“I can see you overthinking this,” his voice was startlingly soothing. “Fuck, you’re cute. Listen, I am only gonna say this once… I’m not gonna force you into anything, so I need you to take a deep fuckin’ breath and think about how fuckin’ good it would be. C’mon,” his voice nearly broke in desperation on the last word. You almost wanted to laugh. How scared must you look if he was trying to beg you to stay? How many girls had he ever had to convince to stay with him? If he only knew how badly you just wanted to climb him like a tree.
God, you wanted to. You wanted to so badly . You wanted to just nod and let him take complete control and forget about your mission- oh shit the mission .
Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. You could get what you wanted and complete the mission. It was certainly not the way you thought you’d be completing your job, but not a bad way. A win, win really.
You had had plenty of jobs where you distracted men with your body before. You could do this. Just get him close enough to complete your job, then back out before it gets too serious. He even said he wouldn’t force anything. You get the taste you need, and you get out. Just one taste. You could do that.
You were nodding before the thought could even finish. You managed to force the words out when he didn’t move immediately.
“Yes, okay, yes. But-” His lips crashed against yours in an instant.
It felt like a rubber band inside of your heart snapped after being pulled tight for hours now. You breathed in that scent, tasted it on his lips- oh, his lips . They were softer than you expected as they collided with yours. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip before his teeth bit into the flesh of it. The pain resonated through you for a moment before turning into a pleasure that burned deliciously. You felt your eyes flutter shut as you melted into him. His right hand that had been clutched at his side finally found your body as he ran it absentmindedly up your thigh to your waist.
Your arms went up to wrap around his neck, a sigh of relief left both of you at the contact. He broke the kiss and began to run his lips down your jaw. You tilted your head back, allowing him access and gasping softly. When his lips ghosted over the sensitive gland on your neck, you couldn’t help but lift your leg to wrap it around his lean waist.
His free hand quickly grabbed your thigh and lifted you up so that you were airborne, securing both of your legs around his hips. The sheer amount of strength he exhibited through just one hand made you shiver. He pressed into you then, flattening your back firmly against the cold wall behind you. You caught your breath at the sensation, pressing into his warmth further. He groaned, slotting his hips against yours hard enough that you could feel his hardening, clothed erection.
A soft, almost pitiful noise of relief rushed out of you at the sensation of his length grinding into you through the lace panties beneath your dress. Finally, his lips made their way up your throat back to your lips, swallowing down any other noises you made. Your lips slid against his rhythmically, both of you moving together in tandem. His tongue slid against your teeth, begging for entrance, and you gladly allowed it. The taste of him was addicting, like water on a hot day. You felt your legs tighten around his waist, pulling his erection against you harder. He let out a low groan at that.
“Fuck, you smell like sin,” he hissed and finally lowered his other hand to grip your hips firmly on both sides. Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, finally getting the friction you desperately needed. You tilted your head back and let out a moan that echoed through the empty concrete hall, his lips immediately went back to work on your neck. He held your weight like it was nothing, fuck it was hot. You felt like a rag doll in his hands, easy and pliable except for the ankles crossed behind his back and hands twisted in his hair.
You panted as you stared up at the blank ceiling with bleary eyes. His hips had started up a steady pace against yours. The friction was glorious, you could feel the heat and slick that formed between your legs. Your hands shook and fell to his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself.
“Oh - fuck,” you sputtered out. You tried desperately to pull his hips even closer with your heels, digging them into his lower back. The sound of one of your shoes hitting the ground alerted you to the fact that it had fallen off in your efforts. The sound made you jump, looking over to the kitchen doors in panic. You felt him laugh against your neck gently.
“Don’t worry, omega… I’ve got you,” he murmured into your scent gland. He gave it a quick nip, making you yelp and moan, before kissing back up your jaw. You could feel the grin on his face.
“Not scared,” you pouted towards the ceiling.
“No?” He sounded amused. His hands slid down further, each grabbing a handful of your ass - almost to the point of pain before he released. You melted into his hands, breathing out in pleasure as his hands groped and massaged into you. Suddenly, a sharp pain and loud crack made you jump as his palm smacked across your ass.
You jumped again, immediately pulling back and glaring down at him. You were met with smug red eyes and a smirk that had no right looking that sexy.
“Seem pretty jumpy to me,” he concluded with a sharp thrust against you that sent your head knocking back against the wall. Your hands shot back into his hair and gave him a sharp tug, craning his head back before you slammed your lips together once more.
Maybe you were a little jumpy. Who could blame you? You were doing something you weren’t exactly supposed to be doing, in a very public place. Bakugo’s hips started snapping against yours, making your toes curl and forcing a desperate moan into his mouth.
Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t remember why what you were doing was wrong. Couldn’t remember what you were supposed to be doing in the first place. All you could think about was that dick moving against your increasingly wet panties and that scent filling your lungs. Both of you grunted and whined into each other’s mouths and he fucked you through your clothes. It felt so good, but not enough. You needed more, just a little bit more.
“Need more, omega?” He whispered against your lips. Had you been speaking out loud? A hard bite to your lip made you whine. “I asked you a question. Tell me what you need, baby.”
“More,” you choked out against his lips.
“More of what? Tell me,” he demanded with a quick slap to your mostly uncovered ass. When had your dress ridden so far up? God, you wanted it off completely. Give this alpha more skin to touch.
“I-I don’t know-” you whimpered. Another sharp smack against your ass made you yelp in surprise.
“Don’t lie to me, omega. I can smell it on you. Say what you need, you were doing such a good job before,” his bit of praise made the omega inside you purr with delight. You wanted to keep pleasing him. You wanted to make him proud. What did you want?
What do I want?
“You! More! More of you!” You cried out as the answer came to you. A soothing hand rubbed circles over the abused spot on your ass that he had been hitting. You nearly cooed at the action but managed to hold it back. You let out a bratty whine instead, pulling at his hair and attempting to dig your heels into him to the point that it would hurt him. He didn’t seem affected, or if he was, not nearly as much as you’d like.
“That’s better, baby,” he kissed all around your mouth, never quite giving you what you needed. Your cheeks, your jaw, your temples. You found your lips subconsciously chasing his, but never finding purchase. You couldn’t help but whine, feeling so pathetic. “Hey now, look at me, baby. C’mon, look at me,” he coaxed your gaze down into his eyes. He looked calmer somehow, but there was a fire burning in the depths of those scarlet eyes that warmed you further. You didn’t even want to imagine what you looked like, you already felt properly wrecked and this man had hardly done anything to you. “That’s better, but I need you to tell me exactly what you want. Think you can do that? Huh? Pretty little omega.”
Those words burned through you, and you couldn’t help the sighing moan that left you. You felt the burn of tears in your eyes. Why couldn’t he just understand what you needed? What kind of alpha was he that he couldn’t just give you what you needed? You started to get frustrated, starting to bare your teeth at him - you immediately regretted it.
He dropped you, your feet hitting the floor in an unbalanced fashion due to the fact that only one high-heeled shoe remained on your foot. You yelped in surprise when one hand remained on your hip to steady you, but the other went up to your hair and pulled hard enough to make you look up at him. Typically, you liked having your hair pulled, but due to the fact that this was a wig placed on your head with nearly a million bobby pins, it instead felt like needles dragging against your scalp.
You hissed and immediately glared at him only to notice the anger and domination in his gaze. His teeth were bared, his alpha fangs beginning to show. You trembled at the sight of them, but not as much with fear as you thought you would… There was an excitement that boiled through you at the sight of an alpha that was taking charge. An alpha that could take charge against you for once in a way you desired. It felt freeing in the oddest way.
“You think you get to bare your teeth at me, little omega?” He growled, his voice timbering towards the pitch of a command but just slightly off. You could feel his scent growing heavier, more domineering with each second. It felt like a cloud settling over you. Your eyelids felt heavier than ever as you shook your head in answer, a tiny noise of submission slipping past your lips. Had you not been so under his spell, you would have been mad about it, but right now you couldn’t care less. Your alpha was angry with you, you had to make him happy, had to show him how sorry you were.
His grip on your hair lessened, a sound of relief left you at the action. He slid his hand down to cup your cheek, you greedily leaned into it. His scent was strong here. Caramel. Smoke. Something rich and deep. Something so entirely him. You couldn’t stop yourself from turning your lips to his palm, kissing it gently, and licking the sweet sweat from his skin. You moaned at the taste, heard his breath catch. He quickly pulled his hand from your lips and grabbed your jaw. He forced you to look forward, directly at him.
“Naughty omega. I’ll give you one more chance. You tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Only if you asked nicely. Do you understand, baby?” His voice was stern, but there was a forgiveness there that made your inner omega preen. Your alpha couldn’t stay mad at you, not when you could be so sweet for him.
“Need you, alpha,” your voice sounded so alien to you. So breathy, so weak, so trusting. You watched him shudder at his new title. He liked it. More than he wanted to let on.
“More than that, omega. Tell me what you want exactly,” he pushed.
There were so many things you wanted. So many. How could you tell him everything? You wanted this dress off. You wanted his suit burned to pieces. You wanted his lips on your lips. You wanted that cock inside you, now. God, you wanted that cock in general. You wanted to see it, smell it, touch it, taste it. You wanted- you wanted to-
His grip tightened on your jaw and you whimpered out the first thing you could think.
“C-Cum, let me cum alpha pleasepleaseplease, I want it so bad! Please alpha oh pleaseplease let me!” The words came pouring out of you. You didn’t stop until the grip lessened. You looked at him with hope in your eyes… He looked pleased. Your heart fluttered in relief.
“Does my omega want to cum that badly?” He cooed. You nodded like a moron. You were just so pleased he understood now, this is what you needed. This is what you had always needed. You whined and nodded your head until you saw that smug smile come back. “Whatever my omega wants, she’ll get,” he leaned forward and pronounced against your lips.
My omega.
Oh, it felt so right. It all made sense. His omega, of course, yes, of course, you were his omega. Just like he was your alpha. How did you not see it before this moment? He was always yours. You were always his.
He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of you, your brows scrunched together in confusion, but before you could open your mouth to ask him why you weren’t on your knees, he lifted the leg that had no shoe over his shoulder. Suddenly more stabilized, you had time to realize that you were balancing on one heel for most of that interaction. Then you realized his face was between your legs, and his hand was quickly pulling your soaked lace panties aside.
You don’t remember much of the next few seconds other than the blissful sensation of pleasure. You can recall small bits, the swirling of a wet and hard tongue around your clit. Something going inside you - stretching you. You remember pulling ash blonde hair so hard you swore you could have ripped it out of the pretty head it was home to. Just cloudy, heavy pleasure until suddenly it wasn’t enough and you were so, so, so close. You just needed to move, just a little, but you couldn’t. You were balancing on that damn shoe and his hands held your hips steady.
The noises you were making didn’t even sound like you. Didn’t feel like you. You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried to though, they poured out of you as fast as the slick forming between your legs. It was so wet. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this wet off of a heat. Maybe you never had been.
His tongue found its way back to your clit then, long and hard strokes combined with light suction nearly sending you over the edge. You readied yourself, gasped for air, squeezed your eyes shut. Just one more - one more!
It never came, and subsequently, neither did you. You let out a huff of disbelief, eyes fluttering open. Before you could even look down, he was standing up. You were positively shaking, thankfully his hands guided you to balance again. You let out the most pathetic whine of the night - just when you thought you couldn’t get any more pitiful. You started mumbling incoherently, nearly sobbing.
He shushed you gently and quickly turned you so that you faced the wall. You pressed your hands flat against it, finally kicking off the other fucking shoe, with more balance now you arched your back and ground your hips back into him desperately.
“Why, why, why, why? Why alpha? Please let me cum, let me cum!” You cried out. You felt reassuring caresses to your hips as he pulled you against him. You moaned at the contact of his throbbing member between your legs. He leaned over you, covering your small frame so easily. You felt his lips brush your ear.
“The first time you get to cum for me is on my cock, omega,” his voice was rough, his own breath shaking. He sounded almost as desperate as you. Suddenly, everything that felt wrong felt so right. So perfectly fine. He was going to let you cum, of course, he was, he was going to take care of you. That was his job. He was your alpha. Of course, you needed to cum on his cock. God, you wanted to. There was no other way you wanted to.
“Yes! Yesyesyes alpha, thank you alpha,” you nearly sobbed out as you could hear a tearing of fabric, the sound of a zipper sliding down eagerly, the sounds of kitchen doors being opened - the sound of doors opening?
“Kaaaaccchhhaaaannn, where are you?” Izuku’s drunken voice echoed out into the hall.
You both went rigid. The fog that had encircled you vanished as quickly as it appeared. You suddenly felt very, very cold. You stood up as fast as you could, pushing the alpha back with as much force as necessary (prepared to use your quirk even) but he fell back surprisingly easily.
Holy fucking goddamn shit . Were you really about to fucking fuck Katsuki Bakugo in a goddamn hallway? You were about to be caught too! You were seconds away from Katsuki Fucking Bakugo, Dynamight, Number One Hero, and your target , being balls deep inside of you. Had it not been for the immense panic you felt in the moment, you would almost be disappointed. However, right now, you needed to get the ever-living fuck out of there.
Your training kicked in. Move fast. Leave no evidence. Get out. You had been compromised.
Get out, get out, get out.
You did activate your quirk then, as quickly and subtly as possible as you grabbed your shoes off the ground in the blink of an eye. You managed to pull your dress down to cover yourself partially before Izuku turned the corner. His drunken mind took only a moment to process the scene before him.
“Kacchan?” He blinked. “Katsuki! What the fuck!”
You and Bakugo both took a moment of shock at hearing Pro Hero Deku, the ray of sunshine, say fuck. You blinked hard, shook your head, and took the moment of Bakugo being distracted to quickly turn away. You began walking down the hall as fast as possible without activating your quirk. As you scurried off to the nearest exit you heard their bickering.
“Deku- what the fuck- wait-!”
“Katsuki you can’t be serious, she was drunk! Thank god I walked out when I did - what if you had - are you kidding me!? Right when we got to number one! She could sue-”
“She fucking won’t okay!? You don’t understand what you just- shit. Fuck. Fuck . Hey, wait!”
There was a brief scuffle.
“Deku if you don’t let me the fuck go right fucking now-!”
“Like hell I am going to! Let the poor girl go, Katsuki. God, you are such an idiot sometimes! Did you see how scared she looked? Poor thing probably couldn’t find the courage to say no-”
“HA! You think for a second I would touch her without her begging me to!? Who the fuck do you think I am!? Get OFF of me you shitty fucking Deku, you have no idea what you are talking about- She’s- fuck your stupid ass strength- She’s- Wait! Wait! What is your name agai-”
The exit door clicked behind you. You didn’t let yourself look back. You practically threw yourself out the emergency fire exit onto the fire escape. You knew the alarms would be shut off, a lot of the cooks used this catwalk in order to smoke cigarettes on their breaks. You didn’t bother with the stairs, simply jumping over the side and activating your quirk to catch yourself on the second to bottom railing. Despite the tripled strength, you still felt your weight pull at your muscles and your shoulder make an unnerving crack. You’d have a doctor check it back at base. The pain could wait, but you could not. You had to move fast, just in case he decided to follow you.
So many thoughts went through your mind as you scurried up the side of a building and began using a combination of your strength and speed to hop from rooftop to rooftop. You had never experienced anything like that before. Not even inside of a heat. It was terrifying… and exhilarating. It was-
Fuck!
You hadn’t scratched him. You… failed your mission. You had so many opportunities. How the hell were you going to explain this? How could you explain the stench of Bakugo on you, the stench of arousal, and tell them you hadn’t managed to scratch him even once? Not even by accident!
You were going to be in deep shit. Such deep fucking shit. Even as you continued toward what was sure to be a punishment from Father, towards humiliation and fear, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he said it…
My omega.
It wasn’t until you were about a mile away from the base that you realized something felt wrong… Then you remembered the ripping sound from earlier.
Fuck. Where the hell was your underwear?
***
Kaito stood on the catwalk you had recently just made your escape from, a small smirk gracing her lips as she lit a cigarette. She could smell that you were here, not too long ago, a panicked scent lacing the railing you had hopped over.
If the scene she had witnessed between Dynamight and Deku was anything to go on, it seemed that there had been quite a moment between you and Bakugo…
Hmm, perfect.
She pulled out her phone, selecting the single nameless contact in her burner phone before placing it to her ear.
“It's me. Everything went according to plan. Operation Apex is underway.” She spoke, emotionlessly. The sound of her phone clattering on the metal catwalk could be heard next, followed by the crunching of plastic and glass under her spiked red-bottom shoe.
She looked one last time into the distance, hoping to see you possibly running away. She took one last drag of her cigarette before watching it fall over the side of the fire escape.
She took one last deep breath, exhaling the smoke after letting it marinate in her lungs, allowing herself to slip back into character.
She had quite the mess to clean up, after all.