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Byun Baekhyun pulling off every hair color imaginable ♡ㅅ♡ (2/?) ━ black edition
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satoru gojo would definitely be the type of boyfriend who motorboats you any chance he gets.
you're innocently walking around the house in a low cut shirt, cleavage spilling out and bouncing softly as you walk — it was practically calling out to him like a bat signal.
a bat signal for sluts.
he'd bury his face in between your soft mounds, his large hands splayed on either side to push your pillowy tits into his face even more— who needs air anyway?
certainly not satoru gojo, not when he's shaking his head back and forth in between the valley of your breasts, like a rabid dog playing with a chew toy.
"brrrrrrrrbrbrrrbrbrrrrr"
his lips flapped as spit settled in between your jiggling tits, he's practically foaming at the mouth — and this lasted for at least 30 straight seconds before raising his head with a tit-drunken smile on his face, pupils slightly blown out and clouding his eyes.
"ah, my favorite past time." he'd say causally before slapping the side of your tit before going about his day.
you're left with one thought racking through your brain.
"yup... my boyfriend is a pervert."
but he's your favorite perveted slut <3
comments and reblogs appreciated! ♡ repost from my old account sytorusdoll
taglist: @martianzmars @deartoru @iheartanzai @moon-stone-987 @chewiebee @helloxkittylo @uhnosav @madamechrissy
gojo tags: @cursedkisss
The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗴! ─ 𝗸. 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂
╰┈➤ ❝ [𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶] ❞
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀: fluff, humour, whipped!katsuki, confident!reader, swearing, aged up characters (adults & pro heroes), established relationship, use of pet names (specifically baby/babe, hun, and sweetheart. reader is the one calling katsuki sweetheart), crack, katsuki has heart problems (briefly), a dash of jealousy, lowkey bratsuki if you have whimsy and joy in your heart 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: potentially nsfw! depends on what ur definition of sfw is but just to be safe. a singular use of y/n. reader was male in my head while writing but you can imagine them however you like :3 katsuki is a pathetic loverboy but its an azzy smau what did you expect
dividers by saradika-graphics 𝗮/𝗻: hey guys… LOL. sorry i totally dropped off the face of the earth! life got busy but im here with a new smau!!! extremely self indulgent but i hope you all enjoy too <3 pls forgive me for any spelling mistakes i edit these myself and i might miss stuff
big yuji
no thoughts, just dry humping with katsuki <3
(also i loveee the hybrid readers, ty for feeding us twin)
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i’ve uncovered this like a relic - i haven’t posted many blurbs today bc im tryna bring you guys a longer fic for vday 🙂↕️ jfc i just wanted to tease it so i can put a lil fire under me to get it ready for u guys - um n e ways here’s katsssss
katsuki won’t pay you any attention, he’s too focused on his game and you refuse to leave him alone, you’re pouting, whining, kissing his neck, pushing his thigh, literally trying everything
“fuck, just relax.” he pulls you onto his lap while his character respawns. “and be fuckin good.” a quick spank to your ass makes you jump
you start rocking against him, whimpering softly, placing feather light kisses on his neck and burying your fingers in his hair. “kats.”
“shush.” he holds you closer
you stay grinding against him, soft pants fanning across his skin as you work yourself up. you can feel him hardening beneath you but he doesn’t make any sounds or movements
you rub yourself against him harder, wrapping your arms around him tighter, sleep shorts already feeling damp, you hear a grunt and then his controller is tossed on the bed and he lays back
“then come on.” he looks at you with dark eyes
his hands grip your waist and take over your movements, your jaw slackening as he slides you against him faster you look down and see the wet patch on his sweats from his pre and rock your hips quicker with his movements, it doesn’t take long for you to fall agaisnt his chest, orgasm bursting through you
“now sit still and i’ll fuck you good after this round.” he leans over and grabs his controller
jfc he has such a chokehold on me
ROCKSTAR Bakugou with Popstar girlfriend
Bakugou edit was tew good I wrote for him
I had fun with this one
Probably the first and last time I write for mha
ProHeroKatsuki Bakugo who gets asked if he's in a secret relationship almost everyday when he's on patrol.
He's just trying to do his job and yet this reporter always has her mic and camera crew there, ready to report on his secret relationship. She always has a stupid grin on her face, like she knows something, she's just waiting for the right moment for him to spill the beans so she can get the latest scoop.
One day he gets so, so fed up when he sees the same reporter and her camera crew...again..
He just..grabs her...
And...
Kisses her...
Harsh and fast, holding onto her like he's trying to mold them together into one. After he's done he smiles smugly at the camera, and walks off..leaving you, staring at the camera all flustered and confused because your boyfriend just kissed you on live TV!
"Well...there you have it, folks...I guess he really does have a girlfriend..."
"DAMN F$%&ING RIGHT I DO, YOU, DUMBASS!" You hear in the distance, swear words bleeped out for national TV.
Pt.2
Do you think Bakugou watches readers interviews or events when he has a crush? Lmao, take care. Ur amazing!
crushing!bakugo is very lowkey when he has a crush, the most the public has is lingering glances after taking down villains together—what they'd never know is that the strong dynamight is utterly lovesick when it comes to you behind the scenes.
crushing!bakugo watches all of your interviews, taking note of how you carry yourself to be such a kind person—it's very admirable.
crushing!bakugo cleans up very nicely when it was rumored you were getting an award at the agency gala. Claiming to everyone he just wanted to look nice for the event.
crushing!bakugo couldn't hide the way his eyes lit up when you arrived. Throat drying as he found your gaze, you smiling at him wasn't a rare occurrence, but it was thrilling to see you so happy & free from work for once.
crushing!bakugo ended up tipsy while sitting at your table that night, flirting aimlessly & joking around in ways he never would have dreamed before—and when he woke up the next morning, he regretted it deeply, figuring he ruined any chances of more than coworkers.
until he rolled over, to the sight of you, shirtless, & nestled comfortably in his sheets, blissfully lying on his arm.
crushing!bakugo didn't end up wasting his crush away, thankfully, but unfortunately, it seemed someone at the agency leaked everything rather fast.
A picture of you & Bakugo kissing at the gala was circulating, and now it seemed every little glance, half-compliment, and acknowledgment of each other was being analyzed by fans, trying to pinpoint when your 'relationship' had begun.
260122 Baekhyun Instagram Update Caption: Failed to adjust to the time difference (jet lag)... (Translation)
I feel like we all know Bakugo is a short-tempered guy, but I can't help thinking that when you two start dating, the fact that you're calmer helps him not feel so on edge all the time. This, which at first is a cute trait that literally surprises everyone, now becomes a tool for your group of friends who basically turn to you whenever they have bad news to tell him. They know he'll at least spare you.
"Why do I have to do this again?" you ask, rolling your eyes. Mina walks beside you and sighs.
"Because he won't get mad at you. If Denki or I tell him we failed the only task he gave us, there won't be enough Recovery Girl to save us."
Fair.
So, reluctantly, and because deep down you wanted to see your boyfriend, you found yourself straddling his lap on his bed, your hands buried in his hair and his on your waist. What had started as a normal afternoon date on his room ended in an impromptu make-out session, and between kisses, you finally broke the news. "By the way, the food you left on the counter fell."
Katsuki frowns. "It...fell?" Your fingers play with the pointy strands and for a few seconds he looks confused rather than angry.
"Yep," you nodded, slowly running your hands down what you could reach of his back, tracing the outline of his muscles. He placed a kiss on your neck, which then turned into another, and another, until he pulled back slightly to speak.
"Okay, so when you say 'it fell,' you mean those extras dropped it, right?" You could feel his little smile against the skin of your neck.
"I mean… yeah, but they insisted I tell you, something about… not getting mad at me. We can just order a delivery" you commented, letting out a giggle as he buried his face in your neck, tickling you. "Don't be too harsh on them."
"Mhm…" He lifted his head and looked at you for a few seconds. "I won't," he promised. "Besides, there's something else I have in mind for dinner right now," and with a swift movement, he turned you, making you lie down beneath him.
sigghhh i want him bad. ik this is silly but :3
3 posts in 2 days? you can tell i'm in the middle of my finals week, anywaysss send help.
Have a nice day! sending lots of cherry kisses :D
shopping spree
a/n: i had a dream abt this
k. bakugo
every store you dragged him into he hoped it’d be the last. his hands are full with all your bags and now you can’t seem to stop bending over in front of him for the drawers or the lowest shelves.
you bend so quickly your skirt flies up and flashes him your panties before settling around the curve of your ass again. his jaw is clenched tight when you turn back to him with a knowing smile.
“kats what do you think about these?” you hold up a lacy pair of panties.
“they’re fine.” his nostrils flare.
“do you think they’ll look cute? or should i get the cotton ones?” you look over your shoulder.
“tch, get whatever ones you want and let’s go. my hands are getting tired.” he rolls his eyes.
“oh.. i thought you were stronger than- ” a squeak leaves your lips when he presses you back against the display. “we’re in public.” you let out breathlessly.
“hasn’t stopped you from flashing me your panties for the past hour.” he says lowly. “now pick out whatever you want, swipe my fucking card, and let’s go.” he stares into your eyes.
“do you still love me?” you blink up at him.
“lets go.” he rolls his eyes at your whine.
“kaats.” you push your lower lip out.
“yes, i love you.” he narrows his eyes at you. “now hurry up.” he steps back.
his patience is wearing thin, you’ve continued to prance around the store for another thirty minutes before finally leading him up to the register. you swipe his card and he grabs the bag for you, muttering under his breath.
the car ride home is filled with anticipation and tension you pretend to ignore and talk about all of the things you bought. when you finally get home he grabs all of your bags again, bringing them up to the apartment with a clenched jaw.
“well.. if the bags are too heavy i can always bring kirishima next time?” you tilt your head once the door is shut.
your bags are dropped to the floor and before you can say anything he’s dragging you to the couch and bending you over his knees. you don’t have time to turn and look at him before he has your skirt flipped up and a sharp spank landing on your ass.
“have you lost your fucking mind?” another spank. “you wanna bring kirishima panty shopping with you?” he chuckles.
“well just cause he’s so strong an- ”
spank!
“try again.” he yanks your panties down around your ankles.
“you don’t think he’d wanna go?” you look at him over your shoulder.
“acting like a spoiled fucking brat today.” he lands his palm on your center.
“‘m not.” you whine, digging your nails into the couch.
“swiping my card.” spank. “having me carry all your bags.” spank. “flashing me your panties like you want me to bend you over and fuck you in the middle of the store.” spank, spank. “i should next time.” spank. “fuck you like the little cock hungry slut you are.”
“kats please!” your thighs are squeezed together.
“you’re fucking dripping.” he tips his head back and barks out a laugh.
he pulls you off of his lap and has you face first on the couch with your ass in the air. his pants are pushed down and he slams into you in the next breath. you moan loudly, pushing your hips back into his as he fucks you meanly.
“talking about kirishima.” he mumbles, spanking you again. “you’ve lost your fucking mind.” he leans over you and presses your head into the cushions.
“kats i- ngh!!”
he pounds into you, hips smacking against yours, grunts spilling into your ear. his fingers tangle in your hair and turn your head to the side, grinning when he sees your pink, tear stained cheeks.
“aww.” he mocks. “why you crying, baby?” he licks your tears off your heated skin.
“‘s too- hic- too much.” you sputter.
“yeah?” he tilts his head. “if you wanted to be fucked like a good girl then you shoulda acted like it.” he pushed your head back into the cushions, lifting up and hammering into you.
he spanks you again and you burst around him. he laughs when he feels your pussy pulsing around him pathetically, looking down and seeing the creamy mess you make. he fucks you harder, each snap of his hips stealing your breath and leaving you a mess on the couch.
“kats please!!” you claw at the couch.
“where you going, baby?” he chuckles, hands going to your hips and pulling you back.
“nghhh!!” you rub your face on the couch, orgasm already so close again.
“gonna cum again?” he taunts. “hm?” one of his hands leaves your waist and spanks you.
you arch your back more, slamming your hips back into his. he spanks yo lu a couple more times, cursing lowly when you clamp down around him, soaking him. you feel him twitch and he starts to fuck you with rope after rope of cum. he pulls out of you, panting and watching you leak with him.
“now go put on some of those panties i bought you like a good girl.” he spanks you once more, laughing at the tremble that runs up your spine.
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Thinking about Pro Hero Katsuki coming home to his insatiable girlfriend...
Pro Hero Katsuki who came home still buzzed off the adrenaline from a very hectic day of being a top hero. He caught a glimpse of himself in his rearview mirror—hair disheveled, dried blood splatter on his cheek, small rips on his hero suit, drenched from sweat (the AC on his car did little to cool him off)—he felt awful. He smelled awful, just a mix of sweat and smoke from soaring through the city all day.
Pro Hero Katsuki whose back ached from rescuing a civilian from a burning building, his hand throbbing from blasting villains into oblivions, throat sore from yelling at press and people all day, feet dragging himself to his front door. All he wants to do is drown in a hot bath and enjoy some peace and quiet for once. And of course his insatiable girlfriend chose this exact time when he’s the most worn out to find him absolutely ravishing.
You are trying to be coy with it, welcoming him home as usual, helping him put his hero gear away, insisting on carrying his gauntlet to his office. You just ushered him to the dining table, offering whatever food you cooked or ordered, telling Katsuki that he worked so hard today! No worries about bathing or changing—he must’ve been starving! And so he does, scarfing down the food as you watch, enjoying the view a tad bit longer.
Though his eyes did not miss the way your eyes trail all over him. Your dynamic has always been him eating or training while you chatter endlessly about your current fixations. So when you went quiet, sputtering whenever he asked why, Katsuki already knew where this was going.
He groaned already, pushing the plate away as he looked at you and that stupid needy look on your face. “Later” was all he said as he moved to wash the dishes—after all, he feels icky right now. He’s full of sweat and grime, stench of smoke and—Katsuki's eyes shot up at you when you traced your hand all over his back.
A vein appeared on his head when you won’t listen, cause of course you won’t, not when he’s strutting around in that awfully tight hero costume of his. You asked Katsuki once in passing why do heroes wear those skintight suits when they can just wear something comfortable instead—to which he just answered for 'practical reasons'. You don’t mind though, not when the outfit compressed his muscles like this. Surely this view is distracting to the villains he fought?.
Pro Hero Katsuki who gave you a small warning, a swat to your ass, saying he’ll entertain you, just give him time to wash the day off first damn it. Normally, this is the part where you join him in the tub. But not today. When you told him you wanted him as is, he shouted, “Hah?!”.
Pro Hero Katsuki who didn’t understand how hot he looks right now to you. You’re used to the person behind the costume, the silent, hardworking man that dedicated his life to his hero work. Not the hero itself. He huffs, saying he doesn’t wanna dirty his girlfriend by touching you when he’s soiled like this.
“What if I’m into it though?".
Katsuki threw his head back. Of course if anyone doesn't mind getting defiled like this, it’ll be his insatiable girlfriend. So when he bent you over the counter, dishes be damned, you were happy to comply. He yanked your panties away just to scoff, rolling his eyes at how soaked you are just by seeing him all scuffed up after work. “Pathetic”. But it’s his pathetic girlfriend.
Rough, calloused hands pushed your head down the cold marble countertop, tangled up in your hair, his thrust grueling. Such a rapid and punishing pace that made you choke on tears. Katsuki holds back a laugh at how eager you are for this, milking him so greedily no matter what state he’s in. He was so worn out, he had a 12 hour patrol but damn it—if you want it now ‘course he’s gonna give it to you. You wanna be split open while he’s in his hero suit? He got you.
Your eyes trailed at the clock again before it avert back down him. You lost count on how many times you came, but he just doesn't stop. Thigh spread open as he drinks you down, eating you out like a man starved. You can't help but think how pretty Katsuki looks right now, your hands holding on to his hair for dear life, digging to his scalp, the blood from fighting still staining his cheek, grime on his face as he laps up the slick between your thigh, hands harshly gripping your plush thigh. So filthy—that didn’t stop you from being turned on though.
Pro Hero Katsuki who doesn’t care that it’s already past midnight now, pushing you down to your knees, hands wrapped around his cock. He tried stopping his lips from twitching upwards—hands cupping your face, “Open”. But what slipped into your mouth was something fast, warm as he snorted, watching the spit as it landed on her tongue. “What—Why?!”. Why not? You were already debauched as is—his release dripping from your thigh, and that’s the part you complain about?.
Before you could protest further, he was already pushing his cock, feeling your lips wrapped around it as he buck his hip against you. Katsuki pushed further, one hand gripped your hair, pulling it closer, practically fucking your face in while the other wipe your tears away.
When Katsuki sees you all spread out on the table for him, feeling you pulling him deeper, he wondered if it’s just a common civilian fantasy to wanna be fucked stupid by the big strong hero,—or was it because it’s his hero suit specifically that got you all hot and bothered. Katsuki knew it looked good on him, but he did not know it’s to this extent.
Pro hero Katsuki who let himself be buried inside of you a tad bit longer, a huff as he watched you writhe underneath him, a blink away before passing out. He could not help but think how pretty you look right now, eyes teary, lips swollen, marks flushed on your skin, sweat dripping all over, his release leaking out whenever you so much as moved, a small bump on your tummy on where he stills. So filthy—that didn’t stop him from being turned on though. Maybe he kinda understand what your vision was when you said you’re into this.
Pro hero Katsuki who, even after a long day at work, does not not mind it at all when his insatiable girlfriend asks to be wrecked in every way possible, making sure you’ll be as messy as he is by the end of it. Maybe he should wear his hero costume around his house more often.
Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader
can be read as a stand alone but there is a part one
CW, MDNI, NSFW — p in v, unprotected, ruts/heats, multiple o's, cursing (duhh its Suki), possesive Katsu
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Alpha!Katsuki who is ripping off his top the second you look up at him with those pleading eyes. He's moving before his brain catches up to his body — shredding his sweatpants and, now ruined, underwear with a pent-up growl, his cock springing free, hitting his stupid fucking abs.
His dick is perfect — unfairly thick with a flushed red tip, already beading with pearly precum. He is so hard it fucking hurts.
"God,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire. “I've wanted this for so long.”
He drags you away from the pathetic pile of his clothes and onto the soft rug in your bedroom. Foreplay is forgotten as your pheromones mix, bodies aching for relief.
He’s over you in an instant, caging you in with his body against the rug. The scent of caramel and something so distinctly man is almost a physical presence, making you dizzy with want. He smirks from his position above you.
He is pressing his tip against your slit in an instant, his fat tip taunting you for a second before he bottoms out inside you.
Holy shit.
Your vision blackens, back arching off the floor. You can’t be sure but you think his name falls from your lips in broken gasps.
His tongue finds yours in a searing, claiming kiss. His lips move against yours with unrestrained want as he continues thrusting into you.
“Look at you,” he smirks against your lips, his voice low and raspy. “All fucking mine. Smellin’ like me, full of me, begging for my knot.”
His big hangs angle your hips upward, a deep thrust bullying into that deliciously painful spot on your cervix. The pleasure is overwhelming.
His mouth is everywhere. On your neck. Nipples. Lips.
It's primal. Filthy. Claiming. You can barely keep up with what he grunts.
“I’ve always tried real hard to be good around you, sweets. ‘Always were making it so f’ckin hard f'me.”
"Look at that greedy little cunt, swallowing me whole.”
“That's a good girl, milk my cock.”
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
You’re not sure when you came — or how many times you have. It isn’t until a wetness blossoms between your legs that fragmented awareness returns.
Oh.
You’ve been emptied. Multiple times.
You don’t have time to dwell on the once-again tightening heat in your stomach when you feel it swelling.
Katsuki knot.
You can feel it building at the base of his cock. It’s a pressure that grows with every thrust, stretching you further and locking him in place. The thought of it, of being connected to him, stuffed full of him, sends you hurtling toward the edge. Again.
Your orgasm rips through you, a violent, all-consuming wave that makes you yell his name. Your inner velvet walls clamp down on him, sucking his cock further in.
“Fuck” he groans, his own orgasm crashing over him with equal vigor.
He buries himself to the hilt as his knot swells to its full size, locking you together. You feel the hot, thick rush of his cum filling you, claiming your from the inside out.
He collapses against you, holding you to his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he pants, his hands shaking as he rakes them through your hair.
For a long time, the only sound is your pants and labored breathing. You’re tied together, locked in the most intimate way possible.
You’ve never felt safer. Never felt more complete. Never felt so full.
He lifts his head after a while, his previous frantic desperation has been replaced by a deep, possessive gaze.
He places a finger under your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him.
“Mine,” he rasps. He leans down and kisses you, a slow, deep, possessive kiss that tastes of forever. “And I’m never letting you go. Not ever.”
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a/n: thank u so much to the positive reception to pt 1! i love omegaverse so this is SO much fun to write. i did not proofread this well (and im so sleepy!) so i apologize for any mistakes! kisses to all! katsuki fluff coming asap! merry christmas! xoxo, vivi
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Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader
CW, MDNI — sexual language, Katsu comes in pants :(, ruts/heats, cursing (duhh its Suki), childhood bestfriends, jealous Katsu, possesive Katsu, scenting
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Alpha!Katsuki who's been your best friend since you were kids. He’s always been protective of you, but in a way that felt normal growing up. Walking you home, little hands intertwined. Making sure no one ever looked at you funny. Picking fights with anyone who did.
Alpha!Katsuki who’s completely thrown when you present as an omega. It hits him like a punch to the gut. You—sharp-tongued, fiery, stubborn as hell—an omega? It doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been fed his whole life, and it shakes him in a way he hates. Because you don’t soften, don’t suddenly become delicate. Katsuki finds himself spiraling because now his instincts are screaming at him in a way he can barely control.
Alpha!Katsuki who is territorial as fuck and hates it — after all, you were just his best friend right? But you laugh at someone else’s joke? He stiffens. You make eye contact with someone too long? Jaw clenches, fists ball. He knows it’s irrational and stupid. Knows you haven’t done anything wrong. That makes it worse. The rest of the day he’s short-tempered, hovering, touching you more than usual; hand on your lower back, knee brushing yours, arm slung behind you like a warning sign. He never says it out loud, but everyone can feel it: Mine.
Alpha!Katsuki who guides you through crowded spaces. His hand finds your lower back without thinking—big, rough, warm. It’s grounding, calming. Makes you feel safe in crowds of rowdy alphas. If someone gets too close to you, his thumbs hook into your belt loops, anchoring you to him, his breath warm at your ear. Anyone watching would clock it immediately: That is not platonic (but don’t dare to make a snide comment about it to Katsuki — Kaminari found that out the hard way).
Alpha!Katsuki who insists on scenting you before you go out alone. He's awkward about it at first. Tries to play it off like it’s practical. “It’s for your safety. Just c’mon.” When he leans in, it’s slow. Thoughtful. His breath ghosts your skin, the smell of caramel and smoke overwhelming your senses. He drags his wrists against your neck. It's purposeful, almost sensual. You feel yourself relaxing, knees weakening beneath you. When he's finished, his hand lingers a few seconds longer on your neck. “You’re covered,” he mutters, voice rougher than before. He’s proud of the way you go about your day smelling like him.
Alpha!Katsuki who has no idea how significantly your first heat will affect him. He could sense your smell getting sweeter the past few days so he decided to swing by your apartment to check on you. When you don't answer the door, he comes in using his spare key.
He finds you curled up in your closet in a pathetic, messy pile of his things — hoodies you've stolen over the years, t-shirts he’s grown out of, an old blanket from his dorm.
"Oi," he calls, his voice low and rough.
"Go away," you gasp, but it comes out as a broken sob. "Katsuki, please, you can't be here."
When he steps closer, you scramble back, pressing yourself into the furthest corner of the closet.
"Fuck," he breathes, "This is bad, isn't it?"
You can't answer. You just whimper, burying your face in a pillow that smells like him. It's a mistake. The concentrated scent only makes the heat between your legs hotter. Your hips rock against your will, a pathetic, desperate motion.
"Katsuki, leave!" you cry, embarrassed beyond belief.
His fists are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. He wants to be a good friend, he really truly does. But his alpha is screaming at him to take, to claim, to soothe the pain with his body.
As your hips continue to grind helplessly against the pillow, his brain short-circuits. All his careful control, slipping. The image of you surrounded by his things, falling apart in front of him has his cock growing impossibly harder.
He can feel the overwhelming constraint building. A hot, heavy pressure that demands release. His rut. It's not coming. It's here. And you triggered it.
"Fuck," he chokes out, his voice strangled. He squeezes his eyes shut, but it's too late. The pleasure coils in his gut, hot and fast. He can feel his balls draw up, his hips jerking in a tiny, helpless thrust into empty air.
He cums.
Hard.
It's a violent, overwhelming orgasm that rips through him with zero warning, soaking the front of his gray sweatpants in a hot, messy rush.
It's humiliating. It's mortifying. Utterly pathetic. And it feels so fucking good that his vision whites out for a second. He rasps, his body trembling with the force of it.
Shit, he can't stay. He has to leave. If he stays for one more second, he's going to do something he’s worried you’ll regret. He stumbles back, his movements frantic, doing everything to not look at you.
"I gotta go," he bites out, his voice rough and ruined.
“No. Stay,” your voice is decisive. Strong.
Still, he hesitates.
“It hurts Katsu,” you beg. “Need help. Please”
That's what does it for him — his leash of restraint snapping.
He crosses the space between you in a single stride, dropping to his knees before you.
He doesn't touch you at first. He just crowds you, his scent overwhelming you.
"Look at me," he growls, his voice a raw command. “You want my help?”
When you don't answer, he hooks a finger under your chin and forces your head up. His eyes are burning, pupils blown wide.
“Use your words,” he rasps.
“Yes. Yes, want you,” you whine pathetically.
The rest of his restraint snaps, pinning you down beneath him.
"Gonna fuck you 'til you can't remember your own name," he promises, his voice a dark, velvety threat. "Gonna knot you so deep you'll be stuffed with me for days. Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Forever. Now, are you gonna be a good girl and let me take care of you?"
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a/n: hehehe sorry to leave u on a cliff hanger ;) if anyone wants a continuation of this let me know and i will deliver (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) xo, vivi
PT 2 IS POSTED TEHEHE