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It was the middle of heat season and Uraraka ran out of heat suppressants. She was so screwed. Not only did they not allow Omegas into U.A., but she snuck in using suppressants that were so strong that she barely had a scent. She passed off as a Beta, which was over half of the class anyway. That did not come without backlash though. Each pill would last her 3 days, if she went beyond that without another dose it would cause way more problems than her normal cycle. In her dream to be a hero, it was worth it. And what happened? She ran out. She ran out and she was fucking screwed.
It was only day 2 and she flipped her shit. She first called her parents when she had 4 left and they promised the medication would get there before her heat could even start. Yet due to multiple transit delays, she was left with having to wait 1 more day for them to finally reach her. That was the limit and she prayed to whatever god there was that it came in sooner or before.
She scoured the internet to resolve her problem. With little luck, she found that citrus and sandalwood could reduce her scent and in eating 1 stick of raw cinnamon, her heat could be somewhat bearable. She gathered her supplies and told Aizawa that she came down with a really bad fever. They were third years and given she had never missed a lesson until then, he didn’t give her much of a lecture aside from taking care of herself and to get notes from fellow students.
She sighed in relief, and took some melatonin in hopes to sleep through her heat and then ate the cinnamon bark with her game face on. God, was it gross. In case 1 stick wasn’t enough, Uraraka kept a tin of bark next to her bed in case of emergencies. After going through her phone to her classmates wishing her to get well, she promptly fell asleep.
It was about 2 am when she woke up in a feverish sweat. It was starting early, and it was hitting hard. Uraraka sat up in pain, groaning. She had to light the candles or she would be sensed in less than an hour. Barely being able to move, she managed to light the strongest sandalwood candle she could find and fell back onto her bed. Feeling slightly safer with the candle now lit she moved over to the tin of cinnamon bark and began gnawing on the stick. The spice made her face scrunch, but it was worth it if it meant staying at U.A.
To her horror, a knock came from her door. She pretended to not hear it, barely making a sound trying to pass off that she was asleep. Another knock came and it was slightly harder. This sucked. Everything sucked. Her body, her genes, and her heat sucked. She groaned, forcing herself up. She grabbed an old robe, and sprayed herself in water that was mixed with citrus oil and orange peels.
“C-coming!” she cringed at her wording.
She opened the door to Bakugou standing there, eyes dilated and shaking. Kill her now because an Alpha was standing at her door.
“O-oh hey! What’s up Bakugou? Is there something-” he shoved her into the room and shut the door behind him.
“How the fuck did you, an Omega, get into the school?” he loomed over her, his red eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.
She gripped her robe, “I… I uhm…” tears began to form, both from fear of getting kicked out from her dream school and the pain forming at her core. “I used suppressants. I-I’m sorry if the scent is too strong. I can light another candle and maybe-”
“That shit barely works and you know it,” his breath was uneven.
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, “L-look my suppressants come in later tomorrow. Please don’t tell Mr. Aizawa. It’s my dream to become a hero,” she winced at her fast growing pain, “and I’ll be damned if some biology stops me from achieving it.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” his hands were in fists and his knuckles were white. He turned to leave when she collapsed to the floor, breaking out in a cold sweat. He quickly went to her side, “Shit. How strong were those suppressants exactly?”
“P-pretty strong considering-” she groaned in pain and panted, “considering I barely had a scent to anyone.” She gripped his bicep tightly, “Please don’t get Aizawa, I can’t be kicked out.” Her tears rolled freely as she lost control of her emotions, “I can’t, I’ve worked too hard to get here.” She whined, “Please Bakugou, I’m begging you to not tell.”
“Tch,” he looked away from her, “Whatever, just let me help you back to bed or what the fuck ever.” He hooked his arms under her knees and back, lifting and laying her in bed. He looked around for her room key as she panted and groaned in the safety of her bed. “Look, I’ll be right back. Don’t fucking move a muscle.”
She followed his directions, not like she could really move anyway. He came back quicker than she imagined with a wide black collar. He swiftly put it around her neck.
“What,” she groaned, “what is this?”
“A scent blocker. At least other Alpha’s can’t smell your scent, let alone that you’re in heat,” he moved to grab her some water, “It won’t get rid of your heat pains, but it stops from anyone else from bothering you.”
“Is that how,” she winced, “how you knew?” He nursed the water to her lips as she drank what she could.
He practically refused eye contact with her, “I have a particularly strong nose. I sensed it maybe 10, 15 minutes after it started. Fucking startled me.”
She could feel her fever growing, and the slick between her legs began to form. Her breaths became heavier and more erratic. Her eyes were practically glued shut, refusing to look at Bakugou when she asked the question she really didn’t want to, “Do you know how to subside the pain?” She managed to find the courage to look at him through heavy lidded eyes. If her face wasn’t red enough from the fever, it sure was from the embarrassment.
“Idiot, there’s only one way to get rid of that and I’m not doing it. You’re in too much pain to think straight,” he looked at her with a pained look, “I’ll stay with you through the night, I’m leaving early but I can come by after school. You’re an idiot but you’re still one of the strongest extras here. I’m not gonna tell but this pain is your own damn fault.”
She grimaced, she knew he would say no but she figured it was worth a shot. She was thankful he would stay with her, let alone keep her secret.
“You can lay on the bed with me, you know. Just because I can’t,” she cringed as the pain became more intense, more demanding, “Just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean you have to stay up.” She mustered up a smile through the pain she was going through. He huffed as she slid over to the other side of the bed. He hesitantly laid next to her on top of the sheets that she was under.
“Bakugou?”
“What?”
“Thank you.”
“Shut up.”
Only a little time passed before her body began to shake and the pain in her core began to spread through her body. She involuntarily whimpered, and subconsciously covered her mouth in an attempt to not bother Bakugou. With a hushed groan, she turned away from the Alpha. She felt so bad dragging him into this, she didn’t want to cause him anymore trouble by keeping him awake. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she tried her damnest to stay quiet through the pain.
To her shock, Bakugou turned towards her and wrapped his arms around her torso, “If you tell anyone, you’re dead,” his words were menacing, but his voice shook. She felt his tongue glide along her scent gland, and she whimpered in relief. Although the pain in her core was still there, it provided some soothing relief to the rest of body, including her fever. He continued to lick and lightly suck on the gland. She involuntarily moaned, in which Bakugou covered her mouth with his hand and his grip around her waist tightened.
“Don’t. Don’t fucking do that,” his breath was heavy and his voice was strained. She could swear she felt him shaking. She nodded in agreement and he continued to provide her relief. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the slick between her legs increased. God she wanted more, but she knew that she couldn’t ask that of Bakugou, not after all he’s already done for her. Uraraka settled for the comfort he was providing for her already.
Uraraka was perfectly content until she felt something poke her from behind when he shifted. Her eyes snapped open, something primal was lit inside her. Bakugou could feel the sudden shift in the atmosphere as he paused, and let out a shaky breath. He lowered his hand to clench her jaw and she whimpered at the tension. She wanted him so badly, but knew if it happened things would be different. They worked together on the field, their quirks that complemented each other, it was a no brainer. Although she didn’t exactly know when, she started to fall for him and her feelings for Midoriya gradually faded. She knew Bakugou was focused on being number one though, and she didn’t want to jeopardize that or their partnership that they have built over the years.
Uraraka admired Bakugou for almost everything. He was strong and fierce, and with the anger management forced onto him by Aizawa and his parents, he wasn’t lashing out at classmates as he did before. He was still brooding and rude, but she always knew he would be there to save them and they would do the same. Not to mention he wasn’t bad looking. With sharp red eyes and a body seemingly built by the gods themself, she wasn’t ashamed to admit she found him incredibly attractive.
Getting lost in her mind, she forgot how they sat in that uncomfortable silence for what seemed to be forever, until Bakugou spoke, “Are you sure you want this?” His grip on her jaw tightened, which sent a pleasing heat to her core.
“Yes.”
“There’s no going back, Uraraka. So I’m going to ask this again. Do you want this?” His voice trembled. She slid his hand off her jaw and she turned to face him, shaking with a whimper at her movement. Her eyes met his red ones and she couldn’t help but blush as the intensity imitated them.
“Yes. I want this.” She’s truthfully wanted it since she first realized her feelings for him. But, in her fear of ruining their friendship, their partnership , she shoved those feelings down and away from ever seeing the light of day. That was until now, in this predicament she found herself in.
Without hesitation, the moment those words left her lips he dove into kissing her. She reciprocated the passion, leaning into him. His hands gripped her lower back as she pushed her chest to his. Bakugou swiftly, without breaking the kiss, got under the covers with her. He couldn’t help but notice she tasted like cinnamon, which confused him because her scent was of strawberries and cherry blossom. He didn’t mind it because she still somehow tasted sweet. It was intoxicating.
He groaned into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around him. His hands played with the hem of her shirt, unsure how much she wanted him to see her. She broke the kiss, panting, “Y-you can touch me if you’d like, Bakugou.” She smiled shyly at him as his hands made their way up to knead her breasts. The kneading of her sensitive breasts made her sigh in pleasure.
“Katsuki, no need for formalities.” He corrected her in a gruff tone, diving down into passionate kisses on her jaw and upper neck. His hand slid down her stomach and crossed the waistband of her shorts and underwear. She could feel his smirk against her neck as a finger slid in between her slick folds. Her breath hitched when he made contact with her sensitive clit. Bakugou began biting and sucking her shoulders and collarbone as he rubbed circles around the sensitive bud. Uraraka moaned, which seemed to make his bites and licks more eager and fierce.
In turn, she reached down his waistband, reaching his hardened member. With shaking hands, she carefully gripped his shaft with a pinky up to not make him float. He shuddered, and knocked her legs apart to explore more. His finger hovered her entrance, he leaned up to look her in the eye.
“Are you okay?” his voice was smooth and reassuring, she nodded as he slowly pushed a finger in. She whimpered, shuddering at the welcomed feeling. The movement of his finger did little to bring the complete relief she was looking for.
“A-another Katsuki, p-please.” She whined, her free hand gripping his shoulder.
He grinned, “Well if you insist.” He added another finger, and due to her increased sensitivity, her back arched in the wave of pleasure. But after a few strokes, she knew it wasn’t enough. Sensing her yearning, he added a third. Her purr was all he needed to hear to know she was being pleased.
Although his fingers brought her some relief, it wasn’t what her body was looking for. The pain in her core began to slowly make its way back from it’s temporary leave. She whined in discomfort, biting her lip and gripping his shirt so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Bakugou kissed her cheek and licked her neck in an attempt to comfort her, “Almost, Ochako. Almost.” He licked her scent gland while continuing to finger her, wanting to be sure she’s properly prepped before going any further. She knew what he was doing and she was thankful for it, but her body disagreed.
“K-Katsuki, please…” she whimpered once more. He hushed her, signaling her to be patient as his fingers moved a little faster. In an attempt to keep her mind off the pain, her hand began to glide along his shaft. When reaching the head it was coated in his precum. His breath shuddered and he groaned into her neck as they both continued to please one another.
Once he felt she was ready, he lifted himself over her, settling in between her legs. He hovered over her, removing his hand from her folds, he maintained eye contact as he tasted the slick on his fingers. Uraraka never would’ve dreamed that she would find that so attractive. He smirked at her, licking his lips and tugging at her waistband. She lifted her hips and slid off her shorts, tossing the clothing to the side. He lifted her shirt, revealing her large breasts with perky nipples.
Even though he just got through fingering her, Uraraka found herself covering her face in embarrassment as he took in her figure.
“Fuck…” He let out in a sigh. She felt him shift, knowing he was removing his top and bottoms too.
“Ochako, look at me.” She hesitated at his words, but parted her middle and ring finger to look at him. With a gentle touch he pushed her hands to the side, showing her reddened face. “I need to know that you’re completely okay with this,” his face was straight, his sharp eyes peering into her round ones, “I cannot do this without knowing how you completely feel about this. I need to know that you trust me and that you want this, heat or not.”
She reached her hands up, cupping his face and pulling his forehead to hers, maintaining eye contact. A soft smile made its way to her lips, “I want this, heat or no heat. I’ve…” she hesitated, a pang of fear entered her chest, “I like you, I h-have for a while.” Despite her body’s eagerness, she did her best to handle the pain while making her confession. “I trust you, Katsuki Bakugou.” She held back a whine from the increasing pain in her core. Her hands began to shake as the growing ache became intense once more. Bakugou’s face was unreadable, and she worried that she just ruined not only what was about to happen, but their friendship as well. Tears threatened her eyes, then he kissed her.
The kiss was soft, reassuring. She whimpered into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her in. Separating from the kiss, Bakugou looked down to her in the softest expression she’s ever seen. He placed a hand on her cheek with a soft smile, “I’ve loved you since the sports festival.”
Ignoring the intense pain in her core, and the fever that was making its way back, Uraraka looked at him in shock, “W-what?”
“The way you almost kicked my ass in the first year sports festival? Right then and there I knew I wanted to make you mine. Although I did think you were a Beta then.” His soft smile turned into a smirk at the sight of her reddened face.
She groaned, the pain was once again becoming unbearable, “W-why didn’t you, nngh, t-tell me before?” she panted.
“Tch, because back then I knew you were crushing on that damn nerd,” he rolled his eyes at the memory, “but now,” he paused, his hands sliding to her hips, positioning her cunt to his cock, “now you’re all mine.”
He began to push into her slowly, cursing under his breath. Uraraka inhaled sharply, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the sensation of his cock stretching her out. He stilled once he was all the way in, letting her get used to the feeling before he would move. The room was silent aside from the heavy breathing that came from them both. Uraraka looked up at him with lust filled eyes, her hands resting on his back with her pinky up, “K-Katsuki,” he snapped to her eyes when she said his name, “move.”
Her demand was met with a slow pull out and sharp snapback. She would have to apologize to her dorm neighbors for the bed rocking that was to ensue. With every thrust that met her hips, Uraraka could help but moan at the overwhelming pleasure Bakugou shot through her core. He hit all the right places, what she didn’t expect though was his thumb circling over an already overly sensitive clit. She just about lost her mind at the overstimulation, but she never wanted it to end. As one hand was focused on pleasing her in the best ways possible, the other gripped her hip so tightly it was sure to leave a dark purple bruise. She didn’t mind that though, she wanted to be marked as his.
Bakugou’s thrusts became erratic, chasing a high for the both of them. She couldn’t help but scream his name, and for that she wasn’t sure what she could do to bribe the surrounding dorms from telling the teachers. She would figure that out later, because at that moment she was being fucked the one she wanted most.
“K-Katsuki!” She moaned, she couldn’t even think of any other things to say. Only moans and his name left her lips.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he let out in a breath, “you’re fucking mind now, Ochako. Mine. Say it.” He pounded into her abused pussy.
“I’m yours, I’m all yours! I’m only yours!” She managed to say, her body building to the sweet release she’s been wanting.
“Who do you fucking belong to?” His hand left her hip and up to her neck, giving a squeeze hard enough to send pleasure to her core but soft enough to not leave any marks.
“You! I belong to you!” She was about to go over the edge, “I belong to you Katsuki!”
With that said, Uraraka’s vision turned white as she came, nails digging and dragging down his back. Bakugou leaned down, biting her scent gland and she did the same. They came together in muffled groans, tears pricking the corners of her eyes and Bakugou heaving on top of her as they both stilled while coming down off their intense highs.
Bakugou slowly pulled out of her with a sigh and Uraraka whimpered at the now emptiness she felt. He laid beside her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin atop her head. Uraraka sighed at the release, her core now satisfied and she was able to actually think without the intense pain.
“I’m, uh, on the pill,” she said quietly, “i-incase that was something you were worried about.” She shifted, looking up at him.
“Tch, I knew that. We work together. I remember you taking them when we would have lunch and shit.” He pulled her into his chest.
“O-oh, right,” she looked at the nasty bite on his scent gland. Yeesh, that would definitely need some ice. She was scared to look at the one he gave her. “U-uhm, Katsuki?”
He groaned, clearly worn from the act they just did, “W-we’re, like, t-together now, right?”
His grip on her tightened, “I would sure fucking hope so,” he cracked a smile, “You screamed that you were mine at least three times so I figured that was that.”
She smacked his chest lightly, holding back a smile, “I get it smart ass,” she let out a soft chuckle.
“Oi, don’t fuckin curse Cheeks.” He gave her a playful pinch on her waist.
They fell into each other, resting easily against each other's skin. She knew he would have to leave her in the morning, but she also knew he would be back tomorrow night. Uraraka smiled at that, her Katsuki would be back with her in this bed. She hoped the pains wouldn’t be back until then. Not wanting to worry about that now, she fell asleep in his arms, body’s melting against one another's.