F4T Chp. 3

Warning: Smexiness ahead...is this warning really necessary?

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"You didn't tell me he was an Omega…"

"Well, we didn't know!"

"I knew, I could tell as soon as I talked to him, also, you should've been able to tell, Sero."

"What's that supposed to mean? I was performing surgery on his hands, not giving him an ultrasound."

"Are you okay Boss? Boss?" Mina snapped her fingers in front of the blond, tearing his attention away from the unconscious boy in front of them.

His red eyes were deep and glinted with a sort of mischievousness she wasn't used to seeing in her trusted overlord. There was no doubt, he was obviously attracted to their new guest. I mean, the boy came stumbling out of the room, half naked, moaning Bakugo's name, and erupting in heat-induced pheromones. Even her Beta senses were acutely aware of the Omega that lay inches from her fingertips. The inside of her nostrils itched with each inhale, like her instincts wanted her to be attracted to the smell, but the more unruly musk that poured out of the Dominant Alpha before her made her shrivel and dry up.

Sero sighed and lifted his hand from the boy's neck after checking the pulse, "He's in heat, breathing is labored but that's normal."

"He wasn't in heat five minutes ago," Mina stated, tucking some of his soft, green hair behind his ear.

"Blame this guy," Sero jutted his chin towards Bakugo before rising and heading into the infirmary room that Deku just emerged from.

"I'm in rut, he must've been affected by me." Bakugo explained, sitting back on his heels, his eyes not leaving Deku who lay on his belly, the right side of his flushed face pressed into the cool floor.

"You should've taken your inhibitor." Mina scolded, but the blond ignored her.

Sero re-emerged with a syringe and needle, he delicately stabbed the boy's upper left arm, administering what Mina assumed were the heat suppressants.

"I have to admit," His voice was steady, "It's strange for him to just pass out as soon as his heat hits him."

"Maybe it was more like he just fainted? Y'know, from Bakugo's pheromones?" Mina offered.

Sero scratched his chin, his eyes fluttering over the Omega, "Perhaps," he concluded.

Mina deadpanned, what a waste of time, he obviously didn't know any more than she did. "Well, let's move him back onto the bed." As she moved to scoop the boy in her arms, she saw her Boss' hands also shoot out as if to pick him up himself, but Sero had the foresight and grabbed Bakugo by the wrist before he could touch the boy.

"You'd better keep your distance from him. We don't know anything about how his heat affects him or how long it lasts. We'll keep you informed and let you know when he's steady enough to be visited again."

Mina had seen her boss' fury before. He wasn't a man known for his patience, after all. When they were in high school, he was called Rottweiler on account for his bad temper. In those days, almost anything could set him off. As he got older, the short temper was replaced with more wise and controlled decisions. However, the menace and lethality only grew. No more empty promises like when he was a kid, if Boss said you would be torn apart by sharks in the Pacific Ocean, that's what would happen. If he said you'd have your eyeballs gouged from your skull and your tongue pulled, you'd have better luck praying you'd be struck by lightning than for him to change his mind. There was a sort of psychopathic nature that inhabited all mob bosses. There's no way they could do what they did and see what they see, without there being some sort of mental deviation. All in all, that deviation was pretty hard to spot in Katsuki Bakugo. As his unbridled, youthful fury like his mother's turned into the poker face that his preceding father had, she only ever saw his true nature at rare moments, and even then, only in the eyes. Eyelids hanging low, pupils withdrawn and irises glowing a molten red. Fury. Raw, pure rage. And for a split second, as Sero stopped their boss from touching the boy, Mina swore that she saw those eyes.

Sero had fucked up. He withdrew his grasp from his Boss like he just touched something burning hot. Telling a rutting Alpha that he can't have the in-heat Omega would do nothing but piss the Alpha off and make him more determined. Sero held his hands up like a victim, "What I mean to say is that the Omega is still recovering from surgery and is very weak, it's better if you don't get too close to him for now."

The three crouched over the unconscious boy, frozen, for almost a whole minute. The two underlings were scared to move, to upset their Alpha who's tense shoulders and flared nostrils made him seem poised to pounce. Whether that was at the Omega or the other two, they didn't know, but they didn't want to find out. After an absurdly tense moment of sweaty awkwardness, Bakugo grabbed the Omega's wrist, flipping him over, then scooped him into his arms, bridal style, he rose. Mina and Sero looked at their boss then at each other, was he really going to take an unknown Omega into his bed? But their questions were halted as they watched him carry the boy into the infirmary and lay him on the cot. Without a word, the Alpha left towards his office, wiping a string of drool from his chin.

The first thing Mina had noticed about the boy when he first arrived, unconscious and bloody, was how young he was. Sixteen? Seventeen? No more than twenty, for sure. The second, was how many scars adorned his ivory skin. As Sero had been meticulously stitching up the boy in the surgery room, Mina had traced the jagged and rough skin along various parts of his body. Most of them were indiscernible how or from what made them, but she also spotted a few burns from cigarettes and cigars. The most prominent one was a long, fading, horizontal slash that spanned his whole abdomen beneath his belly button. A c-section scar, perhaps? Where did this boy come from? What was even weirder was that that he was homeless. Omegas are rare commodities these days, let alone male ones. Most of them lived in special housing facilities and neighborhoods with special education to keep them safe from the general public. Rich families bragged about having Omega children, some of the world's most popular idols were Omegas, and the most expensive form of human trafficking is by Omegas. But this boy, he didn't even have a collar, let alone any ID on him.

That night, Mina had cleared the entire floor where the infirmary resided. Deku's pheromones had seeped through the walls and flowed into the hallways, coating and soaking into the floorboards and drywall. After opening all the windows on the floor, she evacuated everyone and left, herself. "Looks like the suppressants don't work on him." Sero had said matter of factly to her, Kirishima, and Bakugo inside the conference room. Kirishima was also an Alpha and wore a face mask to hide his flustered cheeks.

"You can smell it up here?" Mina asked him, to which Kirishima only grunted and nodded, scrunching his eyes like he was in pain.

Bakugo turned away from the window he had just opened. If he was flustered, he didn't show it, but his eyes were still glinting with what Mina decided to just call horniness. "It's getting stronger. If this continues it will get dangerous." He pointed the statement towards Sero who hummed in acknowledgement and shuffled through a stack of papers he had spread before him.

"There are a few other brands of suppressants I can try on him, but it will take a while before we will see any effects or not."

Kirishima coughed and adjusted his neck tie, "I don't think I can stay here."

"...I can go down there-" Bakugo began,

"That's not a good idea," Mina stood from her seat, "You're already in rut and this boy's pheromones are super thick, you won't be able to keep your sanity long enough to even put on a condom."

"Plus, isn't that considered rape these days?" Sero interjected without raising his eyes from his papers. The room got quiet. Holding an Omega who was in heat without their sober consent was, in fact, grounds for a felony. Ten years ago, it was the opposite. Before the recession of Omegas and the decrease in population, Omegas were extremely prejudiced against, now, they're almost coveted.

The silence was broken by Kirishima laying his forehead on the table, his shoulders rising and falling with his deep breaths, "I've never done it with an Omega before," He sounded dreamy, like he was imagining holding the heated Omega downstairs. The door to the room opened then, slamming against the wall, one of Bakugo's men stood in the threshold, shirt untucked and halfway unbuttoned, hair tousled, face beat red, and eyes watering.

"Sir!" His voice was breathy, "Please, we're dying out here. Six of us have already passed out, and there's more jerking it in the bathroom, we can't do this!"

Another man in a dark suit crashed into him like a drunkard, he grabbed the frame of the door and glared at Mina, "Where's that Omega!" He yelled, before losing his footing and falling to the ground.

WIth the door open, the four in the room could hear moans and agonizing groans throughout the floor. Sero pinched the bridge of his nose, more pheromones started wafting into the room. "Fuck this." Bakugo stomped around the table and out the room, ignoring Mina's protests. The closer he got to the infirmary, the more it felt like he was walking through pudding. His feet were like lead, his head was screaming at him, begging him to lose his reason and give over to his instincts. His mouth was filled with saliva and his teeth itched to mark a mate. He could feel his dick pulsing angrily in his suit pants. But he couldn't think about it, he couldn't let himself go. Dominant Alphas were highly susceptible to pheromones, their instincts being so strong that they could even tell if a newborn baby was an Omega before they even manifested. That being said, they're also known to be the most animalistic out of all the genders. Possessive, territorial, and aggressive were some of the most easily recognized traits. Bakugo was no exception. He was, however, stubborn above all else, and since Mina said he couldn't do it, well that all but sealed his decision to prove her wrong.

He opened the door to the infirmary, heart pounding painfully, his eyes found the Omega on the bed. The boy was awake…well, at least he was conscious. His mind was probably gone in a heat-induced daze. He was on his stomach, his knees hiked under him and his ass in the air. His hospital gown was untied and hanging loosely by his chest. From the door, Bakugo could see the boy's thighs were shiny with slick, and the bed beneath his knees was dampened from the discharge. The boy moaned a sweet, high-pitched, breathy favor into the air. "Alpha~" he moaned again, his ass wiggling and jutting. Bakugo saw his heavy-lidded eyes with blown-out pupils cast in his direction but unable to focus upon anything specific. He slacked his jaw, saliva drooling from the corners of his lips, and tore off his tie.

"Your Alpha's here, baby boy." He cooed as he stepped closer to the inviting sight.

The boy made a squeal of delight, shaking his hips again. Bakugo ripped the buttons on his shirt as he removed it from his shoulders. He left his pants on as he crawled onto the bed and forcefully yanked the boy's hips, bringing chubby ass to meet his bulge hidden behind cloth.

He sat there on his knees, watching the boy grind down onto the now soaking wet spot on his pants. When he bucked up, the boy would gasp and grind harder. Bakugo's fingers were digging into the boy's hips, he ignored the feeling of his skinny bones, tossing a thought up that he would put the boy on a strict eating regime. He couldn't go farther, Mina and Sero were annoyingly right. He forced himself to ignore the top half of the Omega. If he looked up for even a second and saw his neck, that would be it. Instead, he pushed the boy's hips down into the bed and laid the weight of his groin on top. There he grinded down into him. The Omega spread his legs almost into a full split, grinding up into him as he pushed down.

He could tell the boy was becoming frustrated as he more forcefully bucked up into his grinding. A warning growl rose from Bakugo's chest, he dug his fingers into the boy's hips, pinching him for a moment. The Omega obeyed his threat and stilled himself, but when a cute, breathy whine rose from him, a shiver violently racked through the Alpha. He whined again, sounding like a mewling puppy. Bakugo stilled, head pointed up to the ceiling, eyes squeezing shut, as his lips curled back tightly exposing large canines. His mouth was filled with saliva and drool ran down his chin. He groaned, "Fuck!" Barely holding onto his sanity, his body was shaking, his nostrils felt like he just snorted wasabi, and the pheromones in the room were almost visible; they were so thick.

The Omega obviously felt his Alpha's turmoil, he rolled slightly on his side, one leg resting on the other. He reached a pink hand out and stroked Bakugo's abdomen before grabbing his forearm. "Please," his voice was high pitched, breathy, and fucking adorable. "Please help me…"

The Alpha couldn't take it anymore, his head snapped down and he looked at the beautiful Omega displayed before him. His pale skin was flushed from his chest, up his neck, across his cheeks, nose, and ears. His freckles were prominent along his arms and face where tears rolled down. His lips were shiny and begging to be kissed, they parted and "Bakugo," was what was breathed out.

Guess he wasn't as strong as he thought. Bakugo buckled over as if being kicked from behind, he grabbed the boy's leg, spread him on his back, and sunk his canines into the thick thigh. He heard the boy cry out as juice and slick sprayed from his ass. Bakugo's eyes widened, he withdrew his teeth, a smirk itching up one side of his bloody lips. "Did baby boy just squirt for me?" his tone was lilt, but in response, the Omega grabbed behind his own knees with bandaged hands, hiked them up, and nodded. Bakugo's dick twitched painfully in his pants and his voice lowered to a grumble, "I'm going to fuck you." A warning or a promise? Probably both.

He didn't remember taking his pants off or ripping the medical gown from around the Omega, or even if he prepared the boy, all he was acutely aware of was the amount of slick coating his dick and the front of his legs. There was no prep needed, his throbbing dick went in almost too easily all the way until his thighs touched ass. It was tight and hot, and something…yeah, the tip of his dick was definitely kissing something.

"My womb,"

Bakugo opened his eyes he didn't realize he had shut. The Omega's own eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape and his tongue played at his bottom lip. He grabbed Bakugo by the hair and back of his neck, bringing his head down.

"You're touching my womb," he squealed out delightfully, and Bakugo closed the distance between their mouths.

The mob boss chewed the boy's lips violently, drawing blood before lapping it up as he started thrusting. It was more of a grind, pulling out only slightly before pushing back in, so he could continue to ravage the boy's lips. The Omega pulled his face to the side, gasping in air and Bakugo moved to biting his cheek, growling ferociously as he thrust in hard enough for an audible slap to grace their ears. The boy licked at Bakugo's earlobe, earning him a harsh bite to his right shoulder. His insides quivered around the Alpha, his inner walls felt alive as they pulsed and sucked on his dick. Bakugo felt the base of his dick pinch and stretch, he needed to knot, if he didn't get going for real, his knot would get too big and painful. He pulled back, grabbed the pillow that had been lazily discarded to the side, and shoved it under the boy's ass, raising it slightly off the bed. Then he pulled out for a second, earning a prolonged cry from the Omega, as he slid his belt out from around his pants, he folded it several times and shoved it in his mouth, biting down hard.

Without missing a beat, he pushed back into the boy, lifted his legs over his elbows, bent forward, and held the boy's arms down by his side, careful not to hurt his hands. He pounded into the Omega who squirmed and pleaded under him, his smaller hips bucking to meet his erratic thrusts. Bakugo pushed against the bed, his left foot finding leverage against the iron bars at the foot of the bed. His thrusts were short and fast, pulling out half way before pushing in until the beginnings of his knot touched the boy's lower mouth. His teeth grinded against his leather belt and when a string of "please" poured from that honeysuckle mouth before him, he felt his knot grow painfully. He let the boy's arms go and they instantly shot to his neck. Before the Omega could pull him down or remove the belt from his mouth, he hiked his knees back until they almost touched his ears, lifting his ass up, and he placed his forehead on the boy's chest. He jackhammered down, the boy clawing at his back or grabbing his hair. Pheromones spilled out of him, Bakugo couldn't think, couldn't control anything, his hips moved automatically. If it wasn't for the belt, he would've claimed the boy a dozen times by now. His knot was still growing, and before it would get out of hand, he had at least the one thought to spill it sooner rather than later. His toenails scratched against the bed sheets as he pushed forward, the boy's head hit the iron bars at the headboard, causing him to turn his neck to the side. Bakugo's hands moved down to his thighs where he pulled the boy towards him as hard as he could, that, coupled with his forward pushing, and his knot squished into the small hole. The boy's breathy moans turned into a scream and he pulled painfully at Bakugo's hair before panting into synchronic mewls. The little Omega trembled from head to toe, his insides quivering, his voice shaking, as they sat there, connected and still for a moment. Bakugo noticed the boy had come as he pushed in. He, himself, felt an intense suction at the tip of his dick. The boy's cervix, he must be right against it. He grinded into him, rocking them back and forth, his teeth denting the belt, his forehead sticky against the boy's chest. Growls ripped from his chest as he gave himself a sore throat, the bed creaked loudly with their rocking. It was when the boy started to pet his head, as if to say sorry for pulling his hair, was when he exploded. Gushing a few months of pent up rage, his whole body tightened then released. He rocked them more slowly, straightening up, the boy's small dick had erected itself and unloaded thick, white cum onto his already soaked stomach yet again. The Omega pulled at the belt in his mouth and he let him remove it, feeling a bit more in control now that his knot was slowly decreasing in size as his dick spewed inside. The boy stuck his tongue out, asking for a kiss, and Bakugo couldn't say no. He bent over, pushing deeper into the boy so he could reach, growled happily, and shoved his tongue into a sweet mouth.

He moaned, feeling his muscles begin to relax into his cum session. His whole body would need to be still and lax for his knot to completely dissipate. He turned them around, the boy laying on his chest, his hair under his chin. He heard the boy sigh contentedly before he went silent, his pheromones thinning. He was asleep.

Bakugo had never been satisfied from just one round when he was in rut. But this boy, something about his pheromones made him extremely satisfied. It was like just smelling him would be enough to cum on his own. He had also never fully knotted during his rut, sure, he'd done it outside of rut, but those knots were smaller and he could pull out even before it was gone. This, though, he had shoved an apple-sized knot into this small boy and the Omega took it like a champ. "Damn," he rubbed his eyes, he'd be stuck inside this boy for another thirty minutes at least. "I'm gunna have to keep you," He smirked to himself, petting the boy's head, and groaned as a strong stream of cum gushed out of him. He lifted his knees up, and grinded. Fuck, even this felt good. Everything about this experience was so satisfying. Best fuck in his life.

A knock rapped at the door, and fury instantly filled his head. Instincts took over, he raised himself into a sitting position, the boy in his lap, before laying him down and covering him with his own body. He faced the door now, teeth bared, he growled, still inside the Omega. He might as well be an animal, because when Mina opened the door, she swore he looked just like one. She avoided his gaze as his pheromones turned threatening, "Here!" She pleaded and took two hesitant steps into the room, "I have suppressants for you, Boss!"

Bakugo's eyes were wide, pupils thin, all he thought was get away from my Omega! Had Mina come closer, he may have attacked her. Instead, she left the pills and a water bottle on the ground by the door and hastily left. Being confronted while knotting his Omega was an instinctually vulnerable moment for both people involved. He could pull out to defend them if something were to go wrong, but he would risk hurting his Omega and himself and he definitely didn't want that. So threats and intimidation were all he had. Even after Mina left, he still glared at the door. The boy had awoken from the sudden change in his Alpha's scent and he peppered Bakugo's neck and cheek with reassuring kisses. After a few moments, Bakugo turned his attention back to him and kissed him deeply.

Eventually, the boy fell back asleep and he was able to pull out. Instantly, his cum started to drizzle out of the stretched hole. Bakugo wasn't entirely sure what to do, staring at it. He decided to look away so as not to get hard again and took the suppressants Mina left him. Next, he righted the boy in the bed and crawled in behind him, spooning him into his arms and ignoring the feeling of his own cum wetting his front as it leaked out of his Omega.

Tomorrow, he made up his mind to have a proper talk to the boy…after fucking him again when they wake up, of course.

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