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Katsuki Bakugou was riding the subway to work while scrolling through his emails on his phone he’s approached by a foolhardy alpha. A glare and a disgusted look from Bakugou is all it takes to send them away slinking away with his proverbial tail between his legs.
Unfortunately, this was a scene all too familiar to him. Ever since he first presented as an omega all those years ago in fact. Something which greatly infuriated him before but he learned to carve that rage into something much, much more useful.
Determination.
Which he used to push himself through school, and again to push himself up the ranks of the corporate ladder.
The train arrives at the station just a couple blocks from his workplace. As he’s manoeuvring himself through the crowds of people he can feel so many alphas and betas attention on him.
His stomach always churns when he feels their gaze look him up and down like he’s some prized mare to be bought then tamed before finally being completely broken in. None of which interested him in the slightest.
’Urgh. Alphas, always the fucking same.’ he thought as he flipped off the alpha wolf-whistling him. Bakugou’s hot, it doesn’t take a genius to work that out and if he wanted to he could have a plethora of alphas lining up, begging for his attention.
He arrives at his work, scans his security card before taking the lift up to his floor. As with most office buildings, the higher your floor the closer you were to the top of the pecking order. As with most workplaces, there was an active and thriving social hierarchy.
And as far as Bakugou is concerned he is very close to his rightful place on it. He’s at the very top when compared to other omegas but, alphas? Nope, the CEO has that spot… for now.
Now that Bakugou’s thinking of the CEO, he wonders who they’re going to replace the old one with. He doesn’t think it should take the company to long to find someone else, he just hopes the next one won’t be such a waste of space.
Or at the very least he actually does his job instead of spending his time perving over Bakugou.
The lift soon pings as it arrives at Bakugou’s floor. He’s thankful he’s not had to deal with any of his omega co-workers giving him dirty looks. Jealousy is an ugly thing. Both are things he can’t relate to.
The clacking of his heels against the hard marble floor is all that can be heard throughout the quiet hallway. People usually don’t come up here, instead choosing to phone Bakugou’s personal extension number or send him an email.
As he’s the personal secretary to the CEO, it’s not unusual for him to spend a chunk of his day playing messenger for a fair number of his co-workers, who, due to the old CEOs more slime-ball hobbies made him about as well-received as a drink of orange juice right after you brush your teeth.
And, if Bakugou had to guess judging by his looks and smell, the old dude probably tasted the same. Better not dwell on that thought, Bakugou didn’t want to barf up his breakfast.
He opens the glass door to his beautiful desk, perfectly positioned in front of the CEO’s office. He puts his coat and bag away in a cupboard next not too far from him and starts up his computer. He thought he might have heard a noise from the office but he couldn’t be sure, the glass walls and door was covered by lightly coloured blinds.
As windows starts up he’s struck by something...quite curious. A new smell, he points his head in various directions, trying to pinpoint this new scent. Hmm, it seems to be coming from the empty CEO’s office.
Bakugou assumed they must have found a replacement even quicker than he thought they would and went about logging himself into his computer. The scent remains, however, clinging to Bakugou’s senses, refusing to let him focus all his attention elsewhere.
He felt like his nose was breathing in embers like he could feel there heat on the back of his tongue He wanted more, just wanted to breathe in more of that scent and wants to find out what it tastes like.
Bakugou’s trance-like state is broken when he hears the desktop jingle of a new message. He gulps down the drool that had begun to pool in his mouth before clicking it open.
“Don’t forget to welcome the new boss!
PS; let me know if he’s hot! Thx! 😘”
’How nice. Not even a “good morning” or “how are you?” rude twats.’ Bakugou thought as he closed the message. He doesn’t remember when exactly he signed up as the company’s welcome committee but it isn’t exactly like this is the first time he’s been asked to do work outside of his listed duties.
He spins around in his chair and picks up his planner before knocking on the glass door. A voice responds with a, “Come in!” Bakugou opens the door and feels like he’s just been hit with a ton of bricks. The smell is so much more intense in this confined space. Usually, the smell of alphas has never bothered him so much and some he’d even go so far as to call some of them vile, but this scent...this scent makes him feel like he’s little more than a hole to be used over and over again.
“Ah, good morning! You must be Bakugou, I’ve been told so many wonderful things about you,” the new boss says before getting up out of his seat, strolling around his desk and reaching out his hand to shake Bakugous.
'fuck me, let me suck your fingers, I need you inside me right now' runs through Bakugou’s head, but instead, he clears his throat before taking hold of the large hand and shaking.
“I’m Kirishima by the way, Eijirou Kirishima.”
“Katsuki Bakugou,” ’but you can call me whatever the fuck you like.’
Kirishima steps back to sit on the edge of his desk after he pushes a couple of boxes out of his way. “So I’m told you’re a really great secretary, someone who I can really rely on.”
“Yes Sir, that's true.”
“Well, I look forward to working with you.”
“Same, Mr Kirishima.”
“Now, what needs to be done?”
“Uh, well, do you have all your uh, log in and passwords for the computer?”
“Nope, not yet.”
“Ok, I’ll get them for you,” Bakugou jotted down the note and began to turn and leave.
“Thanks, Bakugou.”
Bakugou turned and was nearly blinded by the toothy grin of his boss, and the way he said his name just made his pussy throb, nipples tingle and knees go weak. Fuck. He needs to touch himself, but after he sends a message to IT and asks them for all Kirishima’s new details.
Sitting back down in his office chair he notices just how wet he is and how much his underwear is now clinging to his folds, he wants to rub them so bad, while imagining Kirishima spreading him apart or using his tongue on him.
Bakugou shakes his head, he’s a professional! He’s not going to let anything get in the way of his work, no matter how big, thick, or long that thing could be. Shit. he wonders to himself about his he had enough money left in his account to maybe treat himself to a new toy.
Right now, however, he needs to focus on work! He sends a quick message off and replies to his first message of the day, “Met the new CEO.” he chooses not to answer the second part of her message. She can dream on if she thinks a man like him would be interested in her? Ha. It’d be a waste of time to tell her just how good looking and delicious he smells.
While Bakugou is waiting for a reply, he decides to sneak off to the bathroom for some self-love. He can’t remember the last time he had taken the time for himself like this and he’s finished embarrassingly quick. He’s fortunate that there's a bathroom on this floor so nobody is going to walk in and hear him when he maybe, slightly breathes out a certain new boss’ name when he cums.
He straightens his outfits as he arrives back at his desk. Good, IT has gotten back to him with all the relevant information. He writes it down and knocks once again on the glass door again. For some reason, while waiting for Kirishima’s response his stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies, why in the world is he getting nervous?! It’s not long before Kirishima yells at him to let himself in.
Bakugou walks in, and he notices some things he didn’t before, like how gorgeous Kirishima is. He’s got his long red hair with the odd strand of grey hair tied back into a neat bun, with a buzzcut on the underside. His face is slightly weathered with a scar that runs over his right eye. Deep red eyes that Bakugou never wants to see looking at anyone else and wow he fills out his three-piece suit, really well.
“Hey Bakugou, what's up?”
“IT sent over your new info,” Bakugou says as he steps towards Kirishima’s desk and almost shoves the bit of paper into Kirishima’s face.
“Oh great! Thanks.” Kirishima says with a smile.
Bakugou turns on his heel and leaves once again but Kirishima calls out to him.
“Wait, before you go, could open the blinds for me? Might feel less like I’m all alone here.”
“Sure.” Bakugou doesn’t bother to turn around and proceeds to do as he’s been asked. Making all the sunshine pouring in from the long office windows into the area where he works. He realises something very quickly, however, ’he’s going to be able to see me while I’m at my desk!!’
Once Bakugou gets back to his seat, he feels like he’s constantly being watched which is putting him on edge. It’ll be fine, he just has to do his work.
Bakugou starts doing his usual work, typing away at his computer and trying to ignore everything else. ’It’s just some alpha. It’s no big deal.’ Not like Bakugou hasn’t seen a sexy alpha before, granted it’s been a while since he’s gotten close to any but he just has high standards.
Bakugou turns his head when he hears Kirishima drops some books he was trying to put up on one of the higher shelves in his office. Bakugou gets treated to an eyeful of Kirishima bent over picking up the hardbacks, needless to say, Kirishima looks just as good from the back as he does the front.
Kirishima catches Bakugou staring, making the blond quickly turn away and trying to act like he wasn’t just caught checking out his boss. Kirishima just plays it off with a smirk to himself. Bakugou feels like his skin might melt off because of how hot his cheeks get. The day continues on like that, exchanges only a few words to each other and a handful of looks.
Bakugou spends the rest of the day and evening grumbling to himself, annoyed about something that he just can’t quite put his finger on. It doesn’t really hit him until he’s in bed, laying on his side, and thinking about Kirishima and he has an epiphany, ‘Wait, Why the fuck am I get so worked up over some alpha?! Fuck that. Hang on, why the fuck did I get more worked up than him today?! Who does he think he is?! Mr so-sexy-I-can-have-any-omega-I-want! I think not. I’m going to go in tomorrow and make him throw himself at me.'
With his new plan in place, Bakugou sleeps that night, laughing to himself and imagining what Kirishima will look like when he’s begging for Bakugou’s attention.
He wakes up an hour earlier than he normally would, he wanted to look so good that he makes Kirishima pop a knot right at his desk. He’ll probably want to bend Bakugou over right there.
Bakugou spends some extra time in his morning shower, exfoliating his skin, using a face mask, and using soaps he knows compliment his own omega scent. His outfit for the day consists of a pencil skirt; that's far too tight to walk up and downstairs in but he knows his ass looks unforgettable, with a high slit going high up his thighs to the point it teases glimpses of his lace top stockings. The skirt is accompanied by a long-sleeved button-up blouse, which is sheer enough to show his underwear when the fabric presses against him. Underneath all that? A matching black lacey bra and thong with delicate ribbon details. If this outfit doesn’t make Kirishima drool then he clearly needs his eyes tested
As expected Bakugou’s confidence only grew larger as he noticed he got even more attention than usual on his way to work. None of them is Kirishima though so he has no interest in these shitty extras. He arrives at his desk, the blinds are open so Bakugou can see that Kirishima isn’t at his desk yet. Bakugou puts away his coat and bag, checking himself out with his compact mirror one last time before sitting down and starting up his work.
The glass door opens and Kirishima walks in. Bakugou’s body suddenly feels very hot when he feels Kirishima’s gaze on him with that gorgeous smile.
“G’morning Bakugou! Nice weather today eh?” He proceeds to head to his office.
Bakugou sits, mouth slightly open, his eyes wide as he watches Kirishima saunter past him and nothing. No reaction whatsoever. Bakugou may as well have been a fucking coffee machine for how Kirishima reacted to him.
“Could you grab me a cup of tea, no sugar, Thanks!” Kirishima calls out from his chair.
Bakugou stands and moves with his dazed expression never changing. Just what the fuck was going on? Did he do something wrong? Is he perhaps not as attractive as he thought? No, no way! Maybe he was just being too subtle. That's it! Maybe Kirishima just didn’t realise what Bakugou was doing. That's the only logical answer.
Bakugou made his tea just as Kirishima asked. He just needed to bring it to him and make it VERY obvious what he was doing to Kirishima but not too much! Bakugou didn’t want to look desperate, of course. He just wants to make Kirishima want him, that's all.
So Bakugou walks into Kirishima’s office, steaming hot tea in hand with his other hand placed strategically on his hip to make his waist look even smaller.
Kirishima looked up and said, “Thank you,”
Bakugou smiled back, with a sultry gaze he told Kirishima, “You’re very welcome,” and turned to leave, making sure to take steps big enough to open the slit on his skirt to show off his stockings and make the fabric of his skirt hug the curve of his ass.
When he turns to look back at Kirishima behind his desk as he closes the door he sees him, working. Not paying attention to him...what. The. Fuck.
Maybe Bakugou just needs to be even more obvious. He’s not sure how much more obvious he could be besides just hopping onto Kirishima’s desk and masturbating in front of him but that could possibly get him in a lot of trouble, so, back to the drawing board.
An hour passes before Bakugou gets his next opportunity to attempt to make his intentions clear. He needs to get Kirishima’s signature on a small stack of papers. He positioned himself closely to Kirishima’s side while he leans over to point out exactly where Kirishima needs to sign. All whilst subtly rubbing his body against his arm and stretches his neck revealing his bare, unclaimed scent gland almost right in the alpha’s face.
Rubbing his fingers up and down the inside of Kirishima’s arm makes him twitch and whenever he gets a whiff of Bakugou’s scent he gets all flustered while he blushes. Bakugou might have just had the first hit of his new addiction; making Kirishima blush and get all embarrassed by something he does.
Kirishima stutters as Bakugou leans forward against Kirishima’s back, rubbing his pierced nipples against him. Bakugou feigning innocence asks, “Is there something wrong Mr Kirishima?” struggling to hold back his laughter as the alpha clears his throat and tries to remain professional as best he can.
Finally, Kirishima is done with the last piece of paper and Bakugou thanks him before adding on with a sensual tone, “Is there anything else you need sir? Anything you might need me for?”
Kirishima looks almost like a deer in headlights as he looks up at Bakugou like he’s about to be eaten alive by the omega. “N-no, that’ll be all,” he stutters out.
With that Bakugou hums as he wanders off to send the paperwork back to accounting. All the while smirking to himself seems he’s decided to spend his time making his boss into a red-faced mess. He wonders how long it’ll take before Kirishima asks him out or begs Bakugou to let him knot him, either way, Bakugou’s in complete control here, just like always.