𑣲 making out with katsuki for the first time. ⋆｡° — suggestive! ♡♡
the night had been completely perfect. you weren't ready to go inside yet, not when you wanted this night to go on forever.
you both sat in his parked car right outside your house, right under the gentle glow of the streetlight. fresh flowers rested in the backseat, their soft scent blending into the heavy tension between you two.
your relationship with katsuki had been a total slow burn. between endless patrols and busy workdays, you both had barely gotten past holding hands and gentle pecks.
but tonight, he was definitely taking his chance.
he suddenly leaned in close, his broad frame looming over you. your breath hitched right as a soft click broke the silence of the car—all he had done was unbuckle your seatbelt. his face was inches from yours, his red eyes searching your face in the dim glow.
your expression told him everything he needed to know to take things further.
he finally closed the gap, pressing his soft lips against yours.
you were both so hungry and eager for it. it didn't take long at all for your lips to start moving together perfectly, the initial hesitation melting away instantly. his large hand reached out to hold onto your waist, pulling you closer, while your hands crept up his biceps and onto his shoulders.
then the kiss grew even deeper. your fingers started digging into his hair, needing him there as he held you close and tight against him.
his tongue swept against yours and into your mouth, taking over completely. to get a better focus—a better sense of dominance—you felt his hand come off your waist and gently wrap around your neck, his thumb resting lightly along your jawline.
you lost track of time entirely, far too caught up to ever pull away.. you didn't want it to stop—and from the desperate way he was holding you, neither did he.
You've always tried -- and failed -- to get Valko's attention. But what happens when he comes back when you least expected it in this Choose Your Own Adventure?
Valko x Werewolf!Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
🔗 READ/PLAY HERE
🎮 interactive fanfic "Lots of Love | Valko Yin" by solanacae
📖 Episode 1 of 1
꩜ – FRAT PRESIDENT SATORU GOJO (and the shy girl he's obsessed with!)
(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con
frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.
frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.
he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.
frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.
frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.
frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.
frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.
frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you).
frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that nervous voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.
frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.
but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.
frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”
frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.
“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”
frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”
“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?
“am — am I doing okay, satoru?”
frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.
“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.
the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.
frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.
“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”
“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.
frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”
frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—
your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.
frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick.
“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”
frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.
𑣲 katsuki's your needy ex-boyfriend who needs you back. ⋆｡° — angst! ♡♡ (with a happy ending!)
the balcony door slides shut, instantly muttering the loud music and voices inside. you lean against the cold stone railing, letting out a breath you've been holding all night.
the cool night air hits your face, instantly soothing you after the heat of the party. or to be completely honest, the burning heat of him.
all night long, you've tried your absolute best to pretend he wasn't there. you didn't look his way when he walked in, you didn't look up when he stood near your circle of friends, and you intentionally kept your eyes on anyone else but him.
still, his heavy stare followed you everywhere, burning right through you.
hiding from his line of sight wasn't meant to punish him—it was just becoming impossible to hide how much you ached for him the closer he got.
you hear the balcony door slide open again. then, the quiet scuff of heavy boots against the concrete. you don't even have to turn to know who it is. you could smell his cologne softly blending into the sweet scent of his quirk.
tightening your grip on the stone railing, you stare at the city lights and force yourself to look straight ahead. "katsuki, i'm just trying to get some air—"
you don't even get to finish the sentence. he closes the distance between you from behind so fast it makes your head spin. before you can process it, his large hands land on the cold stone railing, boxing you in perfectly on both sides.
you're trapped between his warm chest and the ledge.
with a heavy, shaky sigh, his forehead drops straight onto your shoulder. all his usual pride—that loud ego he carries everywhere, is completely gone.
"katsuki?" your voice softens, the strict walls you maintained all night was cracking under the weight of his vulnerability.
"just shut up." he mutters in a rough, thick voice that completely lacks his usual tone. "let me hold you.. please."
hearing him say please is the final straw. letting go of the railing before you can stop yourself, you reach back on instinct. the second your fingers brush his spiky hair, katsuki lets out a needy, broken sound—caught somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.
his hands immediately leave the railing to hook tightly around your waist, pulling you backwards until there isn't any space left between your bodies. his fingers dig desperately into your clothes, terrified of letting you go.
"you ignored me all night." he buries his face further into your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers. "i watched you for hours. you wouldn't even look at me. i was losing my mind, y/n."
"you're the one who said we needed space." you whisper back, but you're not pulling away. tilting your head back against his shoulder, you gently massage his scalp and feel the tension melt from his body. he goes entirely soft against you, surrendering all his control to your touch.
"i was stupid." he mumbles against your skin, his lips brushing your neck with every word. he sounds so completely needy, so entirely undone by just having you close again. "i hate the space. i hate everything about it. nothing feels right. i can't sleep, can't think. i just need you."
his hands finally move to your hips, turning you around in his embrace so he can look at you. his eyes are low and dark with a desperate kind of longing you've never seen in him before. there's no anger left in him, just a raw yearning to be yours again.
his thumb brushes over your cheekbone, his hand trembling slightly.
"i missed you so damn much." he whispers, his forehead leaning against yours now. "tell me you missed me too. don't freeze me out anymore. i can't take it."
looking into his eyes, you can't hold back anymore—not when you see him completely laid bare and begging for you on a dark balcony. the friction of the past few months dissolves into pure warmth.
"i missed you too, katsuki." you admit softly, your hand moving to cup his jaw. "i hate ignoring you."
a soft smile pulls at his lips as a relieved breath escapes him, and he doesn't waste another second. the little distance disappears as his lips meet yours in a deep, breathless kiss, tasting like everything you've both been craving.
his hands move from your waist up to your back, pulling you flush against him—completely needy for your touch, making sure you know he's never letting you go again.
︵ ೀ mdni. so the rumors are true, frat boy!satoru really is stupidly big
you swear you’d never end up here.
you swear on your GPA, your future, and your last remaining brain cell that you would never hook up with a frat boy. never. especially not satoru gojo.
yet here you are, in his messy room that looks like the last time he did laundry was during the obama administration, staring at six-foot-four of naked, insanely sculpted frat boy while he stands there like a proud exhibit at the penis museum.
his body is ridiculous. broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist, every muscle carved from years of whatever sports he plays when he isn’t throwing ragers. pale skin that somehow still looks sun-kissed across his chest and shoulders, faint tan lines from sleeveless practice jerseys. a happy trail of soft white hair leads down from his abs—abs you could spend hours running your tongue over—straight to the main event.
and god… the main event.
thick, heavy, and already flushed dark at the tip, it curves slightly upward with an intimidating girth that makes your stomach flip. it bobs as he shifts his weight, veins standing out along the shaft.
“that,” you say, “is never gonna fit.”
satoru’s snowy white hair falls messily over his forehead as he grins, those bright blue eyes sparkling. “nah, it’ll fit. i’ll make it fit.” he wraps a large hand around himself, giving one slow stroke that makes your mouth go dry. “trust me.”
“it’s not gonna fit. this thing is massive. like… i’m actually concerned for my internal organs.”
“uhm. thanks?” he looks stupidly pleased, a faint blush creeping up his neck. the cocky frat boy actually blushes at the compliment. it is almost endearing.
almost.
he climbs onto the bed and up close he smells exactly like you imagine—expensive cologne, faint beer, and warm skin. his body is hot against yours as he settles between your thighs, muscular arms on either side of your head.
when he leans down to kiss you, it is surprisingly soft at first and then hungry, tongue teasing yours while one big hand slides down your side to squeeze your hip.
you gasp when his fingers find you already slick. he groans low in his throat. “fuck, you’re so wet for me already…”
two long fingers press in, stretching you carefully, and something tells you he knows exactly how big he is because he takes his time, watching your face with hooded eyes, murmuring praise against your neck.
“that’s it… relax for me, pretty girl.”
by the time he lines himself up, you are trembling with nerves and want. he pushes forward—slow, so slow. the blunt, thick head presses against your entrance, hot and heavy. you feel every inch of that first stretch, the burn of it making you whimper.
“is it in already?” you breathe after a few seconds.
satoru lets out a strangled laugh, forehead dropping to yours. “it’s only the tip, baby.”
“only the tip?!” you are going to die. you are so going to die. the pressure is already insane—full, overwhelming, deliciously too much. you can feel the heat of him, the slight throb, the way your body tries so hard to adjust around him.
he pushes forward another inch and you both moan. sweat beads on his forehead, sliding down his temples. his abs tighten with every shallow thrust, that white happy trail brushing against your stomach.
“shit—you’re so tight,” he hisses. “feels so fucking good… but i don’t wanna hurt you.”
you grip at his biceps, nails digging into hard muscle. “you’re huge, satoru. has anyone ever told you that?”
“yeah. you—like five times already.”
“because i feel like i’m being split open by a damn baseball bat!”
he chokes on a laugh, hips stuttering. the movement pushes him a little deeper and your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming fullness. every tiny shift sends sparks through you—the drag of his thickness, the way he fills you so completely it feels like he is touching places no one ever has.
“stop making me laugh,” he whines, but he is grinning. “you’re gonna make me slip and then we’ll both be in trouble.”
“slip?! if you slip any more we’re gonna have to call an ambulance.”
“god, i like you. this is the least sexy sex i’ve ever had and i’m having the best time.”
another clumsy, careful thrust. he bottoms out halfway and has to pause, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours. his cock twitches inside you, so hot and heavy you whimper. one of his hands slides down to rub slow circles over your clit, trying to help you relax while his body stays tense with restraint.
“you’re doing so good. taking me so pretty… look at you.”
you are equal parts mortified and insanely turned on. this is the clumsiest, most awkward sex you have ever had—full of giggles and curses and satoru’s muttered coaching (“easy, big guy, she’s tiny”)—and somehow it is perfect.
he kisses you again, messy and sweet, then rocks forward once more. “still regret coming home with me?” he teases, lips brushing your ear.
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him just a little deeper, and laugh breathlessly. “ask me again when you’re actually all the way in, gojo.”
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX
A grueling, torturing week dragged by. Seven endless days of silence, of not seeing his face, and of staring at a text thread that hadn't moved since he left you on read.
The space between you two felt massive—A heavy ache that followed you through every shift. By Sunday morning, the painful silence became too heavy to bear.
Following a sudden burst of courage, your fingers moved before you could talk yourself out of it. You hit dial.
You barely even heard a full ring before the line clicked. He answered almost instantly.
Though the silence was heavy, he remained on the line, waiting to hear what you had to say. He was waiting to hear you out rather than shutting you away.
"Katsuki.." You started softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry. About last week—At the Izakaya."
There was a long pause before his voice came through the speaker, low and unexpectedly gentle. "Did you mean what you said?"
Your mind raced, trying to piece through the blurry, alcohol-soaked memories of that night. You remembered the heat of his car, the desperation of his mouth against yours, and then.. The cold whiplash of the table.
You tried to process exactly what he was asking, your chest tightening. Was there something terrible you had said to him that night, that was completely slipping your mind? "What.. What part?"
The defensive walls Katsuki usually kept locked tight completely dropped. He didn't yell. He didn't snap. Instead, he spoke with a quiet vulnerability that caught you off guard. He told you how much it had actually hurt him—how exhausting it was to constantly bury how he felt, to sit by and watch you hold him at arm's length, only to be dismissed as just a friend the second anyone else looked.
"I can't keep doing the friend-secret bullshit." He admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "Not after that."
Hearing him lay himself bare made the tears prick the corners of your eyes. You wanted him so desperately, but the fear of reality still lingered in the back of your mind. "Katsuki, I... We both have so much to focus on. My career is just getting started, and you—Your goal has always been to become Number One."
"Yeah." Katsuki interrupted softly. "It was."
You caught your breath, waiting anxiously for him to continue. It was?
"My goal was always to be at the top, but I wanted you right there beside me." The words left his lips softly, but they hit you incredibly hard. "You became my new goal, Y/N."
A heavy silence fell over the line. Your brain completely short-circuited. Did he really just say that? Were you hearing him right, or was the lingering exhaustion making you hallucinate?
"Being the best doesn't mean shit if I have to stand by and watch you play pretend when people are around." Katsuki continued, his tone stern with certainty. "I'm done hiding."
"Making you mine became my goal a long time ago."
The sincerity in his voice washed over you, melting away the last remnants of your fear. Hearing him speak with so much conviction made you realize that protecting a 'safe' boundary was nothing compared to the risk of losing him completely. You trusted his words. You trusted him.
"I want it." You whispered, the truth finally slipping past your lips. "I want it more than anything. I'm just.. I'm scared of ruining what we have."
"There's no way in hell I'm letting that happen." He replied instantly, his voice leaving absolutely zero room for doubt. "I'm a pro. I know what the job takes, and I know we can balance it if we do it together."
A soft, relieved smile finally broke across your face, the heavy knot in your chest completely unraveling. The warmth of his voice made you crave his presence immediately. "Is it okay if I come over later?"
"No." Did you misread his words? Was he still pushing you away?
Before the panic could spiral—"If we're doing this, we're doing it right."
"I'm taking you out." He stated, the finality in his tone making your cheeks burn. "On a real date."
He made himself clear, giving you no room to argue. "Be ready by seven."
The giddiness that bubbled up in your chest was overwhelming—a bright, beautiful contrast to the misery of your past week.
"Okay." A genuine smile settled onto your face. "I'll be ready."
For the first time in months, the suffocating weight of the "friends with benefits" label was entirely gone. You were finally done hiding in the shadows of an arrangement that had always been a safety net for your fears, but a prison for his feelings.
No more late-night texts born out of convenience, no more quiet exits before dawn, and no more pretending your heart didn't violently race every time his name lit up your phone.
Katsuki had been ready to show you off to the world a long time ago.
He had been patiently waiting for you to stop running from the reality of how deeply he cared, enduring the agonizing title of a friend while craving the right to call you his. And now, he wasn't holding back anymore.
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX
A grueling, torturing week dragged by. Seven endless days of silence, of not seeing his face, and of staring at a text thread that hadn't moved since he left you on read.
The space between you two felt massive—A heavy ache that followed you through every shift. By Sunday morning, the painful silence became too heavy to bear.
Following a sudden burst of courage, your fingers moved before you could talk yourself out of it. You hit dial.
You barely even heard a full ring before the line clicked. He answered almost instantly.
Though the silence was heavy, he remained on the line, waiting to hear what you had to say. He was waiting to hear you out rather than shutting you away.
"Katsuki.." You started softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry. About last week—At the Izakaya."
There was a long pause before his voice came through the speaker, low and unexpectedly gentle. "Did you mean what you said?"
Your mind raced, trying to piece through the blurry, alcohol-soaked memories of that night. You remembered the heat of his car, the desperation of his mouth against yours, and then.. The cold whiplash of the table.
You tried to process exactly what he was asking, your chest tightening. Was there something terrible you had said to him that night, that was completely slipping your mind? "What.. What part?"
The defensive walls Katsuki usually kept locked tight completely dropped. He didn't yell. He didn't snap. Instead, he spoke with a quiet vulnerability that caught you off guard. He told you how much it had actually hurt him—how exhausting it was to constantly bury how he felt, to sit by and watch you hold him at arm's length, only to be dismissed as just a friend the second anyone else looked.
"I can't keep doing the friend-secret bullshit." He admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "Not after that."
Hearing him lay himself bare made the tears prick the corners of your eyes. You wanted him so desperately, but the fear of reality still lingered in the back of your mind. "Katsuki, I... We both have so much to focus on. My career is just getting started, and you—Your goal has always been to become Number One."
"Yeah." Katsuki interrupted softly. "It was."
You caught your breath, waiting anxiously for him to continue. It was?
"My goal was always to be at the top, but I wanted you right there beside me." The words left his lips softly, but they hit you incredibly hard. "You became my new goal, Y/N."
A heavy silence fell over the line. Your brain completely short-circuited. Did he really just say that? Were you hearing him right, or was the lingering exhaustion making you hallucinate?
"Being the best doesn't mean shit if I have to stand by and watch you play pretend when people are around." Katsuki continued, his tone stern with certainty. "I'm done hiding."
"Making you mine became my goal a long time ago."
The sincerity in his voice washed over you, melting away the last remnants of your fear. Hearing him speak with so much conviction made you realize that protecting a 'safe' boundary was nothing compared to the risk of losing him completely. You trusted his words. You trusted him.
"I want it." You whispered, the truth finally slipping past your lips. "I want it more than anything. I'm just.. I'm scared of ruining what we have."
"There's no way in hell I'm letting that happen." He replied instantly, his voice leaving absolutely zero room for doubt. "I'm a pro. I know what the job takes, and I know we can balance it if we do it together."
A soft, relieved smile finally broke across your face, the heavy knot in your chest completely unraveling. The warmth of his voice made you crave his presence immediately. "Is it okay if I come over later?"
"No." Did you misread his words? Was he still pushing you away?
Before the panic could spiral—"If we're doing this, we're doing it right."
"I'm taking you out." He stated, the finality in his tone making your cheeks burn. "On a real date."
He made himself clear, giving you no room to argue. "Be ready by seven."
The giddiness that bubbled up in your chest was overwhelming—a bright, beautiful contrast to the misery of your past week.
"Okay." A genuine smile settled onto your face. "I'll be ready."
For the first time in months, the suffocating weight of the "friends with benefits" label was entirely gone. You were finally done hiding in the shadows of an arrangement that had always been a safety net for your fears, but a prison for his feelings.
No more late-night texts born out of convenience, no more quiet exits before dawn, and no more pretending your heart didn't violently race every time his name lit up your phone.
Katsuki had been ready to show you off to the world a long time ago.
He had been patiently waiting for you to stop running from the reality of how deeply he cared, enduring the agonizing title of a friend while craving the right to call you his. And now, he wasn't holding back anymore.
⋮ 🪽₊˚⊹ ┆ dog!hybrid katsuki bakugou x f!afab!reader
༝ Bakugo Katsuki was your new pet, seemingly obedient, loyal and a perfect companion. however, something has gotten into him recently. He’s been a lot more ruff with you... — wc 3.5k!
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Katsuki Bakugou was the perfect pet.
Though his first few days at the house were rough, no doubt — constant scowls and eyes like daggers as he adjusted to the new environment. That, and his temper, made him seem untamable.
But soon enough, those sharp looks softened not all at once, but enough for you to notice. There was no more bite to his words, the daggers in his eyes long gone, replaced by something tender, something soft. Now, you're not sure you'd find anyone more loyal if you tried.
Katsuki kept a comfortable distance — always close enough to keep an eye on you, and far enough to pretend he wasn't. When you'd pull him closer after a long day at work, he'd huff begrudgingly before settling beside you and bringing your head to his chest. Or when you'd start move around in the kitchen, he'd give you a sharp 'smack' with his tail before taking over, grumbling that 'you're not doing it properly'.
He was a creature of routine, and god forbid you strayed away from the schedule — when you left for work, when you returned; even the way he'd nudge you towards the bedroom, claiming he's been drowning in your pheromones since you first walked in. But you both know that's a lie.
Until now.
This morning, unlike the many startled awakenings you were used to, you're not dragged from sleep by the blaring sounds of your alarm. This time, you're met with something different. Something much quieter.
Crimson eyes watch you from his spot on the bed, the blonde propped on one arm, gaze fixed as he studies your tired form.
The sound of Katsuki's tail thumping on the mattress may as well be your alarm clock —its pace quickening as he watches you shuffle beneath the sheets.
"…Katsuki, why're you staring at me?" you blink, throwing the blanket back over your head as the weight of sleep pulls you back in. The sheets leave you just as quick as they'd covered you, yanked off your body and thrown aside before it's replaced with his, much heavier frame.
"Don't go to work," he mumbles, so quietly you almost miss it. He doesn't let you question it, too embarrassed to admit why, his lips pressing into the nape of your neck as a distraction. Firm hands trail the sides of your body as he plants lingering kisses between your shoulder blades.
And for a moment, you let yourself slip. Leaning into his touches and gracing him with some of your own, lips turning from passion to fervour in a matter of seconds. You can feel where this is heading before it even begins.
The small shift of his hips against your thigh is enough to snap you out of it, your body pulling back from where it pressed against him as you glance down at your phone.
Your heart drops at the sight — the time on the screen showing a good thirty minutes past your scheduled alarm.
You shoot up from the bed, Katsuki's weight still draped over your back before you escape his hold. Your legs moving too fast for your brain as you rush toward the bathroom, the blonde grunting and following your every step.
"Why didn't the stupid thing go off?" you huff, stripping yourself from the confines of your pyjamas as you move around the bathroom.
Katsuki's practically frozen where he leans against the door, arms crossed, eyes dark and sharp as he watches you under the ambient lighting.
He doesn’t answer right away, because he's honestly not sure why either. He'd really meant for it to go off an hour later, not turn it off completely. Whoops.
Though it was difficult to feel guilty when he's in so much pain.
His tail slows its twitching only to start again, a constant battle between urge and restraint. All he can do is watch the way your body responds to the coldness of the air — nipples perked, skin prickling, goosebumps overtaking you like wildfire. The aching heat pressing at his bottoms serves as a reminder of why he wants you here.
Why he needs you here.
And why you're sure as hell not going to work today.
"Katsuki, are you listening?" you huff, though it all comes out muffled around the bristles of the toothbrush. Movements frantic as you rush around in only a thin pair of panties, work clothes suddenly nowhere to be found.
"… I called them. Told them you were sick," he grunts, tensing as you brush past him. The brief contact is enough to make his head spin, his eyes pinned on your every move as you search for the outfit. The one he had hidden under a blanket in the closet ... he gets a little lonely when you're gone. "So don't leave."
You blink at him from over your shoulder. He called them? Katsuki could barely tolerate people as is — and he'd willingly called your boss? And on top of that, there was the mysterious illness that you didn't even remember having.
Your mouth opens to argue, but a hand closes around your wrist before the words come out.
You have no time to question him as you're pulled to the bed, the familiar feeling of the mattress under your back, and Katsuki's body hovering over yours. He pauses for half a second, breath hot and unsteady against your skin before dipping his head down, tongue flicking at your swollen buds. His body stuck to yours as he sucks on the mound before switching to the other.
"K-kats, what do you - fuck - mean you called them?" Though you know he won't answer. Mouth preoccupied with planting kisses down to the waistband of your underwear. He only grunts in response thumbing at the elastic hugging your waist. He guides the fabric down your legs, watching as your clit twitches from the breeze of the cool air. Tail wagging behind him as if it had a mind of its own.
"Don't worry about it" he grins, giving a teasing kiss to your clit. Your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he pulls your body towards his mouth, testing blows pressed against your heat as he watches you squirm.
Katsuki looks hungry, starved. Eyes bloodshot as he stares up at you from between your legs. He gives a teasing flick to your clit, pressing a sharp pinch to it when you move too much. He mutters a quiet, 'stay still' before pressing his face into you, pink muscle wriggling its way inside you with skilled movements. His head bobs as he buries himself deeper between your thighs, nose nudging your clit every time he presses back in.
Your heels dig into his back, breathy whispers of his name slipping with every thrust of his tongue. The thought of work is long forgotten, replaced only with the man between your legs. Every movement of his is deliberate, calculated — sending a chill down your spine as he watches you with hooded eyes.
Katsuki was insatiable.
"When did you - fuck - even call?" you whine, thoughts trailing as your hips buck against his tongue. Your hole clenches as he moves the muscle inside you, thighs squeezing around his head as if you're trying to suffocate him. But you know he doesn't mind.
Katsuki only groans, seperating his lips from your cunt with breathess gasps, "Still thinking about that shit when my tongues inside you?"
The vibrations are sent straight to your core. His mouth continuing its relentless assault, against your clit before he trails back down to your hole. Alternating between the two as his hips grind into the mattress.
Through wet lashes, you catch the subtle rock of his hips as they rock into the mattress. Eyes squeezing shut from the taste of you on his tongue and the friction of his cock against the bed.
"'Suki, fuck. Pleasepleaseplease-" you beg, hips moving along his tongue as you lose your own rhythm.
You can only whine as he laps at your release, tongue continuing its movements until his own hips stutter from where they dig into the sheets. Deep groans only pushing you further over the edge as he slurps your juices. If it wasn't for the way you tugged at his hair, you're not sure he'd ever leave the space between your thighs.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue slipping out to lap at the juices on his fingers.
You watch his movements in awe, jaw slack as he smears the blank on his lips before pressing them to yours. You moan at the sensation, the tangy taste of your release seeping into every inch of your mouth.
"Katsuki" you mumble between kisses, breath uneven. "What did you tell my boss?"
And throughout his time in the house, Katsuki's picked up a few things. He may not know how to follow orders or sit still, but he sure as hell knows how to distract.
Your mind feels cloudy as he pulls your body to his, arms wrapped in a firm grip around your waist, as you slump against his chest.
"Stop worrying about it. Just sleep," he sighs.
Though you're not really sure who it's addressed to.
Although Katsuki wants to be comfortable, he's not. His boxers soaked from the remnants of his release.
Obviously, these urges weren't something he could push down — not even after the way he ravaged you. His cock still aching against the thin fabric of his boxers as he watches you sleep through hooded eyes.
He needed you to stay.
And calling your work? Yeah, that could wait.
The apartment takes on a comfortable silence after. Limbs tangled, silence only broken by your slow breaths against his chest. His tail twitching where it curls around your leg as you stir.
"... Suki, I can't feel my arm," you mumble, voice thick with sleep as you try to sit up from his chest. He grunts in response, loosening his grip around your body as you trail into the kitchen.
"Where're you goin'?"
"Just getting water" you mutter, still half asleep.
But Katsuki's hot on your tail.
Your movements around the kitchen are sluggish. Legs trembling and a little unsteady as you fill a glass with the liquid from the fridge. That comfortable silence returning once again as you lean against the counter, staring at the blonde with each sip.
"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" He blinks. Tail suddenly drooping between his legs, losing its usual confidence.
"Nothings wrong."
"Katsuki"
"I'm fine."
"You're insatiable."
He grimaces at that. Snatching the glass from your hand and downing it in one smooth motion. His throat bobs as he swallows, then he huffs and turns away like he regrets even stopping to answer at all.
"It's stupid. Some weird hybrid instinct thing. I don't know." he mutters, as he makes his way towards the couch. And even though he doesn't put a name to it, you know there's more he's not telling you. Ears drooped and a soft pout present on his face.
A good owner does their research.
"... So, you're in heat?" you ask, walking over to him and pressing your body against his broad frame. Phone in hand as you scroll through hybrid heat articles.
He's embarrassed, you can feel it in the way he tenses behind you, annoyance practically radiating off him as you skim some random website's advice. His tail flicks lazily against the couch as you shift in his lap. So you don't press. Only search for solutions for the hybrid behind you.
"This one says there's pills for it," you mumble, pointing at the words on the screen as he lets out a rough sigh.
"That shit's not gonna work."
That grants him an eyeroll as you stand up from your spot between his legs, slipping out of his hold even as his hands twitch like they want to pull you back.
"I'll just grab them to be safe," you smile, brushing a hand over his cheek and pressing a small kiss to his face. "If they don't work, we'll go to Plan B."
He doesn't answer — only watches you move across the room, eyes narrowing, and tail going still across the couch. The silence says enough. So does the fact that he doesn't follow you.
"I'll only be 15 minutes, Kats. I promise," you add, glancing over your shoulder at where he pouts against the leather.
Katsuki wasn't going to tell you. Some things were better left unsaid. It was his pride, mostly. The idea of admitting that he couldn't handle this on his own — admitting how even the smallest touch sends heat straight to his groin.
He'd rather grit his teeth, ignore the way his ears twitched every time you move and clench his fists than give in to the instincts he so desperately fought against.
He just needed to wait it out. It'd pass, it always did.
Right?
The apartment is noisy when you return.
The sound of Katsuki's tail against the couch is missing — its rhythmic pattern is absent as he'd pretend he wasn't happy to see you.
But tonight, there's nothing familiar about these sounds.
"Katsuki?" you call, though it falls on deaf ears. You follow them without thinking, your steps cautions despite the way your heart picks up. Your eyes peek through the slim crack of the door, muffled noises now recognizable as you watch his movements.
Oh.
Oh.
You blink. Like your brain can't quite process the sight in front of you. The websites didn't cover this. Nothing about what to do when your hybrid is masturbating with your favourite pair of underwear and your pillow between his legs.
Your heart thumps against your chest as you press an ear to the door, your body reacting to the guttural sounds that slip from his throat.
You know Katsuki partakes in the occasional… stress reliever. You've seen it all before, even when he tries to hide it. Fabric shoved away into desolate corners, doors closing just a little too quickly when he claims he just "needs some space", always denying it when you question him, even when it's obvious.
The soft creak of the door on its hinges pulls you out of your thoughts, catching Katsuki's attention as if you were his prey. He smiles as he watches your thighs shift through the slit of the door, a finger unconsciously teasing the waistband of your pants before you pull them away.
Fuck.
Mentally, you prepare yourself for the door slam, or the snide comments at the way your legs squeeze together from behind the door.
But it never comes.
"Y-you're late," he huffs, eyes glossed over as he stares at you standing in the doorway of the living room. His hands don't stop. Scarred fingers laced with the thin material of your underwear between them, pumping them along his shaft.
And unlike the other times, he doesn't even try to hide it. Doesn't look away. If anything, you're convinced that your eyes on him only make his hand move faster. And that alone fuels a tightness in your chest in a way you can't quite place.
"... I'm only late by two minutes…" you say, but it comes out as a quiet mumble as you desperately try to keep your gaze on the floor. Katsuki glances at the bottle in your hand, then back at you — eyes sharp and bloodshot, lip caught between his teeth.
"Mmm, baby fuck - don't be shy," he groans, and from the way his legs squeeze together, and his head lolls back, you know he's close. "Y-You gonna help me? I ain't gonna beg," his words cut off by the moan that breaks through his throat.
And you want to. You do.
The teasing heir draining from your body as you fully move into the room. But your feet feel like they won't move. Stuck in place from where they're planted on the mahogany floor. Knees weak, and an intense heat simmering through every inch of your body as you watch the mess of red lace now glint from its slick coating under the lamp.
"S-seriously, baby. Got to- t'help me out here."
So much for not begging.
You move this time. Closing the distance before you can even process. Warm hands circle yours as he guides your movement along his length, faces pressed together as he pants into your mouth. You lift a finger to his mouth, thumb swiping at the drool that seeps out of the corners.
"Don't stop. Don't fuckin' stop"
And you don't plan to. Hips grinding against where they straddle his thighs, dazed face matching his as you both stare at his leaking cock. You try not to be selfish, shove down the way you so desperately want to mount him.
But Katsuki can feel your eagerness. He can practically smell it.
His mouth claims yours in a messy kiss — lips clashing and tongues fighting for dominance through your parted mouths. It turns sloppy, fast, uncoordinated movements from both your lips and your hands as he cums under your touch.
He only pulls away long enough to pant against your lips, abs tensing, hands gripping the globes of your ass to ground him. You thread your hand through his hair as it spills over, messy strands sticking to your fingers.
Hot breath mixes with yours as you pant into each other's mouths. Your body is sticky where it sits on top of him, hands loosening their grip around his cock. Even after his release, it doesn't seem like enough. His red eyes still searching for more, searching for something else to ruin rather than a flimsy piece of fabric.
"Um, I- I have the pills…" you mumble, trying to ignore the way you feel so exposed under his gaze. Like his eyes are stripping bare before his hands get the chance to. You distract yourself by moving off his thigh, pretending to search for the pills lost in the valley of sheets.
But you don't make it far.
"It's too fuckin' late for that," he laughs, clawed hand dragging you back until you're fully straddling his lap. His fingers dip into the band of your pants as he presses against your soaked underwear. "Gonna have to do this the natural way."
You have no time to question as his fingers ghost over your heat. You cling to him tighter as he thumbs your clit. Circling the swollen nub before trailing his middle finger to your slit. A feeling you knew all too well. His finger slips inside you skilfully, holding your body taught to his as you adjust to the stretch. Before he slips in a second.
"Feel good?"
You can only gasp in response. Two of his thick digits stretch you open as he curls them inside you. Your hips move to match his pace, his hands suddenly not moving fast enough, where they thrust against your g-spot. The hybrid is awestruck, watching your every movement, bringing one of your nipples into his mouth as you move against his fingers.
"'M gonna cum" you mutter, through breathless gasps, voice breaking between every word.
"Yeah? Gonna have to save it f'me." That's all the warning you get before his fingers are gone. A sudden emptiness now in place of where his fingers once were.
"Katsuki," you whine. A defeated huff escaping your lips.
"Yeah, yeah. Gotta go to Plan B, pretty girl. Or I won't last."
Plan B. The second tip on all the infamous hybrid websites. Mating ties. Of course.
Katsuki's hands slip to cup your ass, moving them along his length before he rubs his tip along your slit. You can sense his urge to push inside you from the way his cock twitches, the way he wants to bottom out in one quick thrust and bounce you on his lap. But the primal urges are no match for his control when it comes to you.
At your own pace, you sink onto him. Thick cock dragging inside you as you squeeze his shoulders. Your lips burn from the bite of your teeth. Small beads of tears clumping on your lashes before trailing their way down your cheeks.
"Kats-"
"Please. P-please don't speak. I'll…," he grunts, cutting himself off before he says too much. Your breath is caught in your throat, mouth falling into a wide 'O' at the stretch of his cock inside you as he guides your hips up and down. Every ridge of him is palpable against your gummy walls, tail flitting between his legs as he squeezes his eyes shut. "D-don't think you know how - fuck, don't squeeze - how much this hurts."
Katsuki can barely look at you. His eyes either squeezed shut or staring at something in the distance as he tries to control himself. His hands balled into tight fists as he tries not to cum just from the warmth of you wrapped so tightly around him.
Like he's trying not to lose himself.
Keyword: tries.
Every drop of your body against his cock is electric. Sharp jolts sent straight through his body and yours each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your legs are shaky as you bounce on his cock, your tears dropping down his chest before rippling over his abs.
"Mmm, so good. Gonna fuck you so full, baby." His eyes are heavy as he watches you move. The sight of slick connecting your hips before you sink back down onto him is enough to make his toes curl.
And suddenly his urges are no longer so patient.
"Hold on, babe. Promise I'll be gentle, okay?" he huffs, shifting his body underneath you and holding your hips in place. You still for a moment, mind cloudy as you lay against his chest. But the confusion is quickly wiped away by the feeling of him pounding inside you at an unforgivable pace.
"S-Suki - fuck - so good," you whine, nails clawing at his back as his pace quickens, hips snapping against yours repeatedly. Your thoughts scatter, mouth agape as he abuses the sweet spot. Katsuki murmurs small praises, occasionally tripping over his words as he feels his climax approach just as quickly as it left him.
Every slap of his hips against yours feels like a mantra, a solemn melody that hypnotizes his every move.
Knot. Knot. Knot.
His hips are rabid as he fucks you through your high, his not too far behind. Your hole practically milking him as he fucks you through every moment. The rhythm falters, then stills. Sharp canines digging into the hollow space between your neck.
"Fuck, Katsuki." You stare at him, completely dazed, the feeling of him nuzzled inside you at the forefront of your mind. Your body pushes itself closer to him, as if every inch wasn’t enough.
"You did good, pretty" he nods, hips glued to yours as he feels the sensation of his knot swelling. "Just.. Just don't move."
But you do. Ever so slightly. If Katsuki wasn't such a good pet, he might've missed it. Your hole fluttering around his cock, as if its milking him for all it has left.
And even though your body is spent, your mind still wants more. The whispers of his name against the shell of his ear are the only tell — what you need from him.
And he didn't hesitate to indulge.
Though he might need to ask your boss to give you more time off.
a/n: i hope u guys liked this dog in heat lol and tytyty on the love on the last hybrid hcs! i did small font cause idk what people like yet so we're trying it! Likes, comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! MWAH 💋
✦ katsuki and his shy girl get to third base ⸝⸝ .ᐟ
ꉂ — warnings : kissing, brief marking, p in v, teasing, pwp ✦˚˖ ᵎᵎ
take it off. three short words that's somehow snowballed into this — bodies stuck together through the haze of warmth and sweat, a hand splayed gently over your hip while his other makes quick work between your thighs.
it hasn't even been thirty minutes since katsuki had his face pressed against your chest, your thighs wrapped around his head. small moments that led to you laid on the bed with your legs spread, two of his fingers dragging in and out of you.
even with the waves of pleasure, you still wish this bed could swallow you whole. save you from the intoxicating feeling of his fingers, and that stare that tells you he's engraving every inch of you to memory.
"should i stop now?" he questions, bracing himself above you as his fingers pull wet sounds from your core, "you think you can take me?"
blissed out in your own high, all you can manage is a nod — a whisper of his name slipping from your lips when his fingers leave you completely.
your eyes flick to his, impatience glinting behind them — something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.
"what're you thinking about?"
his hands are already tugging at his boxers, slinking them down the length of his waist as he frees himself from the tight fabric.
"you gotta talk to me" he chuckles at your slack jaw, pumping himself from base to tip before he's inching towards your entrance, "not doin' shit unless you talk to me"
smug asshole.
a jolt shoots up your spine when he taps his length against your folds, once, then twice — thin lines of slick connecting you.
your hands are practically glued to your face now, heat setting in like a tidal wave when he presses against your entrance, just to pull away once more, "katsuki"
"hm? what is it?"
he guides your hands away from your face, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck and planting chaste kisses against your cheek.
"please."
"please what?"
"katsuki, you know what."
"okay, okay," he snorts out a laugh, prying himself from the spot in your neck and smiling at the dark bruise already blossoming, "'m gonna go slow. you gotta tell me if it hurts though, alright?"
a nod normally wouldn't be accepted so easily — but when every inch of him is aching to touch you, he thinks he'll let it slide just this once.
an elbow digs into the mattress next to your head, his other hand guiding himself along your entrance — foreheads knocking together as you both peer between the valley of your bodies watching him sink inside you.
no feeling could compare to the one in this very moment. perfection in the form katsuki bakugou settling into every part of you
your neck falls against the sheets, all hopes of hiding your sounds slipping away with every new inch.
katsuki's not so composed either, sweat-soaked forehead pressed against yours as he bottoms out with his lip between his teeth. low grumbles of your name muffled in your shoulder as he basks in the feeling — the feeling of you.
a comfortable silence fills the room, bodies heaving as he forces himself to be still inside you.
"good? f-fuck, are you good?" he murmurs, lapping at his bottom lip to clean the metallic droplets from the force of his bite, "won't move until . . . until you say i can, promise. but fuck baby, you feel s'good"
"move, katsuki"
". . . you sure? i'm not forcing you into anything if you're not ready—"
"katsuki, move now please." you groan, hips grinding down against him in search of any friction you can get. "please."
to say katsuki's amazed is an understatement. heart racing against his ribcage as you writhe beneath him despite the expression on your face — as if your body spoke more truths than your mind ever could as you cling to him in your desperate haze.
"ok," he starts, readjusting himself above you. "ok, yeah 'm gonna move."
and he does, slow and measured — dragging against every inch of you as if it's his god-given solace.
he's never felt more intoxicated. barely able to keep eye contact when you cup his face and moan against his lips. katsuki's hypntoized by it all, crimson orbs drinking in every reaction he pulls from you.
and he's always prided himself on being the steady one, a comforting balance when the grip of anxiety gets to be too much. but when you pull him closer like space is a barrier, moan softly in his ear — katsuki's not sure who's grounding who.
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𑣲 sex in front of a mirror with katsuki. it’s his absolute favorite. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki loves to watch you in the mirror while he fucks you—especially when you watch too.
watching your wrecked face in the mirror is all he cares about, as he slams his dick into you over the bathroom counter. squeezing your hips and keeping his hand tight around your neck, he murmurs—"you look so fuckin' good looking at me while i stretch you out."
"you like that?" you love it. seeing his low-lidded, possessive eyes while he completely owns you drives you wild. it drives you right over the edge too..
when keeping your eyes open gets harder, his hand tightens on your neck as he whispers in your ear. "look at the mirror, baby, keep them open."
he keeps his relentless pace, his chest pressing hot against your back as his fingers dig deeper into your hip, holding you steady. the heat of his cock sliding deep inside you is almost too much, making your knees buckle as the pleasure threatens to completely pull you under.
"i'm not letting you slip away yet." he drives his cock even deeper, his hips hitting yours with a heavy thud that makes you cry out. his grip keeps you focused, forcing your watering eyes to stay locked on his reflection in the glass.
"look at how much you're shaking for me." he groaned out, his chest vibrating against your back as he drags his cock out slow, only to slam back in even harder. "shit.."
you whimper, your hands clawing at the cold marble counter for any kind of grip as your vision starts to blur.
losing control himself, he pants—"fuck, told you to keep your eyes open.."—his thrusts turn sloppy and needy.
when you finally break, your body seizing and spilling a hot mess all over his cock, you look so beautiful in the reflection.
the tight, pulsing squeeze of your soaked cunt around his dick is almost too intense for him to bear. he needs you to watch this—needs you to see your own wrecked, flushed face as you fall apart all over him.
you looked absolutely perfect. if he could fuck you in front of a mirror all day every day, he would.
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