Bakugou X Oc Novels & Stories

I moan out gripping his hair more in my hands as an attempt to pull him closer to my pussy. "Then cum for baby girl" I hear him say and that was my undoing. I come, pulling his hair tighter and shaking uncontrollably as every muscle in me clenched and unclenched. Xavier just sucks up everything while I ride out my organism. He moves forward and licks his fingers while moaning. He then kisses me and I taste myself on his lips.

I was no longer a vulnerable Omega, but someone with real power. I loved this feeling of being filled with strength. For the first time in my life, I didn't have to depend on anyone else for protection. During a break in training six months later, I overheard a fellow warrior mention that Damon had been shot through the chest with a silver bullet in battle against a rogue pack. "Heard he nearly died," Marcus, my training partner, said casually. "Spent weeks in the ICU." I felt nothing. No concern, no satisfaction, nothing at all.

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“Why would I gift you? Wait, if it explodes, yes, it’s probably from me.” “Explodes?” Roxanne rolled her eyes and opened one. She then fished out a small packet of a white substance in it, soon realizing that there were loads of them in it. “Uhm, what is this? Rat poison?” “…I don’t think that’s rat poison, Roxanne.”

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.

I stopped fighting, I stopped trying to be weak, the victim, the broken Omega. I let the raw, primal energy of my Omega side, the part they had tortured and experimented on flood my senses. I let out a cry, it wasn't a scream, it was the cry of an Omega in distress, a high sound that came out through the marrow of my bones. The Rogue’s grip didn't just loosen, he recoiled as if I had set him on fire with my voice, as he dropped me, choking and trying to catch my breath. The Rogue slumped to his knees, clutching his head in agony, his breathing coming in frantic, panicking whines.

Me: "I will mom, for you." I got up with difficulty, damn bean bag. I went to my beautiful mother and hugged her as she sat. She was redolent with expensive perfume and jingling with her two charm bracelets. She wiggled out after an innocent kiss on my cheek. As her hips swayed going down the stairs, her oversized jugs visibly rising and falling, I noticed that for some reason, her nipples were erect and sticking out like thumbs. There also was the slightest hint of moisture or dampness on the bikini-waxed thighs below her (non-existent) panties. For the first time in my life, I got hard over mom...rock hard. As I turned to go back to my apartment after waving her good bye, my basketball sho