Contrary to popular belief you are not an evil monster. Absolutely stunning actually, and this is what the village Sukuna and you were walking through found out. They were supposed to fear you from the rumors they heard of you.
Seated on Sukuna’s lap during his little meetings with people he will most likely end up killing. If they set their eyes on you for a moment their death had been decided.
While that is all true for the most part, you took no part in his killing or slaughters. And your face looked so kind, you walked so gracefully right next to the king himself.
Not behind like most wives would but next to him.
Maybe it was the gentle feeling you gave off, or the delicate smile that graced your face with your head held high that gave a little boy the courage to skip up to you while everyone hid in their homes. He held onto a stem of light pink baby’s breath held out to you.
“These would look so pretty on you! They match your Kimono”
With that, you and Sukuna turned to the boy. While he looked at the child with disgust and glare, you smiled brightly at him and bent down to his height.
“They look beautiful, thank you very much” The boy put the flowers in your hair just above your ear.
“Haru! I-I am sorry p-please forgive my son, he does not know any better he is just a boy-“ a woman had run out of her home and begun to grab her son by the arm attempting to place him behind her as she frantically looked between a livid Sukuna and you till she finally looked at the ground and mumbled her apologies.
Sukuna had begun to step forward and the woman froze still. You turned around and placed a hand on one of his wrists and another on his chest. The two of you made eye contact as if debating in your minds. “it is fine I don’t mind Su”
“Stay close to me Y/N” he spoke grabbing your hand gently within one of his. “Always” You turned to look at the boy “I love it thank you,” you said waving farewell.
“Why don’t you get me flowers Ryo-Chan?” you giggled next to him.
Sukuna looked at you confused “why would you want those they die quickly and are useless?”
“I think a throne of skulls is useless but you still have it” Sukuna rolled his eyes, “You told me you didn’t want flowers”
“Of course I am going to say that. I don’t want it to be an obligation I want them just because you want to give them to me” Sukuna sighed in annoyance
“You make no sense do you want flowers or not?”
“Everyone wants flowers Ryo-chan” He regretted bringing you along at this point.
“then ill get you flowers”
“No, I can't have them now it is not as romantic”
Yeah, he regretted this.
Bakugou x fem!reader (sorry it's also heavily selfshipy)
warnings: breeding, awkward sex, masturbation, talk about pregnancy, loads of humor, like I said it's heavily selfship so he uses the nickname he would call me sorry, also it's unedited. yolo amirite?
WC: 5.6K
a/n: I am having a shitty day and as I always do when i have shitty days i get possessed and write comfort shit so here this is. it's kinda humourous, also it is exactly how i talk. anywhoo you can rea it or not. it's fine i get it. if you do read it, i hope you enjoy.
“I just need you to spurt in my pussy so I can have a baby! Easy peasy!”
You’re standing in the hallway of your shared apartment building with Katsuki and he can’t believe his ears right now. Of all the years of being your best friend and listening to the wild shit that comes out of your mouth, you’d think he’d be immune to the surprise. But like always you’re always keeping him on his toes.
Still though, this “favor” might prove to be a little too much even for him. You know he’d do anything for you, the same way you’d do anything for him. You’ve been the one constant over the last few years too. Stuck by him when he was an asshole, when he wasn’t an asshole, when he ghosted that girl he was dating, even bailed him out when he got arrested for breaking the stupid paparazzi's camera.
He grimaces and wrinkles his nose in disgust, “Ugh don't fucking say it like that!”
You laugh boisterously, your dimples sinking into your cheeks as you beam at him, “How else do you want me to say it? Is that not what would be happening?”
“Yeah but do you gotta use the word spurt? It’s…” he hesitates.
“Fine. Would you rather me say ‘Katsuki will you please ejaculate all the sperm saved up in your testicles into my vagina so that you can fertilize the egg in my uterus?’”
“You’re a fucking nightmare ya know that?”
How long has Katsuki been in love with you? He actually can’t pinpoint it. In fact, he may only be realizing it now as the thought of you wobbling around pregnant with his kid fills his mind and makes him look like one of those sappy in love guys in the romance manga he reads.
“So is that a yes?”
He shoots you his signature “I’m bein’ serious” face and you laugh again, filling the room with your joy.
“Oh come on Katsuki. Look I promise, you won't have to do a thing after I get pregnant. I won't ask you for any help or child support or whatever. The kid doesn't even have to know you’re their real dad,” you say now looking serious as you explain.
That gives him pause. Are you saying this because you don’t want to be with him? He wouldn’t force himself in the kids life if he agreed to do this, not if you didn't want him around. That desperation in your eyes though. Why don’t you get it? If you asked him to catapult himself to the moon, he’d fucking do it.
“I know you’re focused on getting to number one and you're super close and…Katsu I hope you know I would never do anything to get in the way of that but…my window is closing real soon. And I have the opportunity now and obviously I am painfully single right now so…”
Oh. You think he doesn’t want this. You think you’re burdening him. Damn…all this time he’s known you were clueless but for the love of shit you can’t be this clueless. Katsuki hasn’t had a date in…two years? Yeah that’s it. And in those two years he's spent almost every day with you, hangin’ out, goin’ on trips, watching movies, doing mundane life shit. Hell in his mind, the two of you are practically married already.
But it’s clear you don’t think the same. Maybe you don’t see him that way? Which means… this entire thing could get real real messy.
Katsuki squints, “You’re serious? Like you're sure you want this?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this.”
He knows that’s the truth. It’s all you ever talk about when you both talk about your goals and dreams. He wants to be number one and you wanna be a mom. But still the question remains, would you wanna be a mom to his kid?
“And you’re sure you wanna do this…with me?” he asks again.
You shrug nonchalantly, “Why not? You’re my best friend. I trust you with my life. This is just as precious.”
Goddamn you saying sentimental shit like that so nonchalantly. It’s like your fucking superpower.
“Yeah but what if…shit gets weird after,” he stammers, raising an eyebrow.
“Why would it get weird?” you ask with wide eyes.
“Cuz…yannow how weird it gets when two friends start fucking. Look at Sparky and Hanta. It’s been off since they hooked up last month at Mina’s party,” he explains, throwing his hands up in frustration.
“Well I don’t know how you do it, but I wouldnt consider you jacking it into my pussy would qualify as us ‘fucking’”, you say curling your nose up in judgement.
“I'm bein’ serious,” he retorts, bumping your forehead lightly with his palm..
“So am I! Look we’ve been through…so much shit together. My mom’s death, All Might’s death, the hero charts, breakdowns during the middle of the night while I try to get my degree, the very very bad break up with the one we do not speak about…none of that got the better of us so I don't see why this would either.”
Katsuki looks away from you now, Eyes dropping to the floor. He almost chokes when your tiny hand curls around his chin lightly and makes him look back at you. You’re wearing that expression again, the “you’re the only one in my universe” expression he’s seen you use as a weapon to bartenders to get you both free booze.
But this time, there’s no tricks.
This time, you mean it.
“Hey, I mean it. You’re my best friend. I’m not gonna lose anyone else so if you’re completely against it, tell me and I’ll drop it right now,” you assert.
Katsuki sighs and plops a hand on top of your head, rubbing gently to make sure he doesn’t mess up your hair.
“Gimme some time to think about it alright? It doesn't mean No. It means I gotta…prepare…I guess.”
Your smile returns, along with your irresistible ass dimples. “That’s totally fine! I won't start ovulating until next month anyway so take all the time you need!” you chirp.
You both continue down the hallway, your apartments located toward the end of the hall. When you reach his door, you pause before heading a bit farther down the way to your place.
“Hey Katsu?”
“What now?” Katsuki asks exasperated as he pulls out his key.
When he turns to look at you, you’re staring at him with the big wide serious eye again. You look a little nervous, anxious as you twiddle your fingers in front of you. Geez he’ll never get over how fucking pretty you are.
“Thank you. Even if you refuse, thank you, for at least considering it,” you say bowing graciously to him.
His heart thumps in his chest but he shakes it off quickly and bumps your forehead again playfully. “Tsk, dumb ass. You act like I don’t always consider the crazy shit you come up with.”
The playful jab soothes you again, and just like before the anxiety melts away into glee.
“Crazy shit?!? Admit it, I make your life fun and exciting. If it weren't for me you’d be at home watching “How It’s Made” videos on Youtube,” you say sticking your tongue out at him as you brush past to onward your apartment.
“Fuck you! That shit is interesting I don't care what you say,” he calls after you as you laugh and skip away.
Katsuki watches your swaying hips as you go. He’s definitely got a lot of shit to think about tonight.
Never have you ever found a ceiling more interesting than right now.
Ok, it’s not all that interesting but you are surely going to act like it is. Refusing to look Katsuki in the eyes as you lie on your back in his dark ass bedroom, legs spread with the string of your underwear cutting into your plush soft waist is by far the only way to keep this entire situation from becoming more awkward than it already is.
You suppose the best part of looking at the ceiling is that it’s not your own. You're at Katsuki’s apartment and of all the times you’ve been here, all the nights you’ve spent here you’ve never looked at his ceiling. Your mind wanders as the sound of fabric shifting idly becomes the background noise in your mind.
“The ceiling that interestin’?” A gruff voice says from the end of the bed.
God it’s like he’s in your head, which again shouldn’t be a surprise. There’s literally no other person in existence who knows the way your mind works better than Katsuki. He is your best friend after all.
Your eyes shift to him and immediately you find it to be a mistake. He’s shirtless, the black sweatpants he wears are low on his hips and goddamn…have you really never noticed how tiny his waist is compared to his broad ass shoulders? And… has he always been like… that fit?
No. Bad. Stop that. That is not where this is supposed to be going. This is a business deal between friends. Nothing more.
In a desperate attempt to keep the mood humorous, you scoff.
“Actually ceilings are really sexy so I’m trying to concentrate and get in the mood and you’re ruining it,” you reply, letting your eyes reluctantly fall away from him and return to the ceiling.
You can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes, “Let’s just hurry and get this shit over with. Sooner we do it, sooner this stops being weird,” he huffs, moving closer to the edge of the bed.
His anxious tone should make you feel bad but strangely, it’s comforting. It’s good to know you’re both feeling the same way.
This is a big thing you’re asking of him, and you know he’ss been on the fence about it since you asked. Honestly, you expected him to say no. But when he’d accepted, a few days ago you’d tried to ignore the way his reply of “When have I ever been able to say no to you,” made your stomach do flips.
“Thanks again Kats. For agreeing to this. I’ll probably spend the rest of my life paying you back for it,” you say gently, still avoiding looking at him.
He huffs again, but you hear the hesitation, the hitch in his breath at your soft confession. He taps your knee and waits for you to give him your attention again.
Again it’s a mistake, looking at him, because his expression is soft and tender it makes your lips part in a gasp.
“Pay it back by bein’ a good mom to the kid,” he mutters quietly. The searing touch of his hand on your knee makes you swallow a lump in your throat. Something about Katsuki referring to you as a mom makes a bubble of emotion rush its way to your tear ducts but you bite back the sob with a smile.
“I promise.”
“Alright, I’m comin’ to ya. Ya ready?” he asks and slowly you nod.
With a low groan, Katsuki crawls on the bed between your legs, nudging them more apart so he can fit comfortably between them. With his body hovering over yours it makes this feel more real.
You are about to do this. You are about to be impregnated by your best friend.
Katsuki was nice enough to let you change into a shirt of his that’s way bigger on you than a regular shirt. It drapes down over your ass and covers your panties. But while lying on your back with your legs spread and him between them you can’t help but feel more vulnerable than if you were wearing your own clothes. He’d said it would help you feel “less exposed” but in the back of your mind you wonder if he gets off on seeing girls in his shirt before he fucks them.
That is another forbidden thought you shouldn’t have. You’re not like the other girls he fucks because he is not “fucking” you. He’s going to jack himself until he gets right to the cusp of orgasm and then insert himself to finish inside you.
It’s hardly sex. More like… helpful masturbation at this point but still…him being inside you… that’s…something different.
“Alright uhh… if you’re ready I’m gonna… take it out now,” he stammers nervously,as he stares into your eyes.
Your eyes flick down to his groin and then back up to his eyes. Another desperate attempt to lighten the mood falls from your lips.
“With your pants still on? Like this is a quickie?” you say in mock shock.
Katsuki growls in frustration. His brows pull together and he pouts his lips.
“I’m doin’ it for you! Plus, I thought it’d be weird if I was butt ass naked jacking my dick over your fully clothed body so shut it!”
You shake your head in defiance, “Hold on now! First of all, I’m not fully clothed. Second, I told you to do whatever you need to be the most comfortable. That’s why we’re at your place, Katsu. So if ya need to take our pants off, just take ‘em off for christ sake!” you glare back at him trying not to smile. It’s your typical banter with him. He tries to make you comfortable. You yell at him and tell him to worry about himself.
Nice to see you two can still fall back into the groove of friendship. Which is why you know after this, the two of you will be ok.
“Fine! I’ll take em off then! But you gotta take your stupid panties off too. If it’s about my comfort, pullin’ em to the side is annoying as shit,” he yells, moving off the bed to slip his pants down his legs.
You notice, he’s not wearing underwear and as you lift up to slip your own underwear down your thighs and ball them up to place next to your head, you avert your eyes from Katsuki’s –admittedly impressive–cock.
When you both are back into position–you on your back with the shirt pulled over your now full out pussy and Katsuki leaning back on his thighs with a pillow over his junk–you’re both breathing heavily. His skin is hot against yours as his thighs brush against your inner thigh. You stop the tremble that starts up your spine and try to focus on the ceiling again as Katsuki’s hand moves between his own legs.
You hear him clear his throat, and say “I’m startin’ now,” and then inhale as his hand wraps around his cock.
He closes his eyes, which you appreciate. It means you can look around if you want to and in a second of courage you take the chance to observe his technique.
Ok so yeah… Katsuki is fucking hung. Not a fact you thought you;d ever know about him. It’s like the two of you don’t swap sex stories but he’s bever gone into detail. He’s hot, you know that and so does he, but you never thought his dick could be another reason why it’s so easy for him to get laid when he wants.
His waist is enviable and his abs ripple down his torso. He’s got a happy trail of brown hair that gradually grows into a bush of blond coily hair. With his eyes closed you’re also able to get a good look at his dick. Katsuki’s got massive hands and it still looks like he’s having trouble getting his entire palm around the girth of it. It makes your mouth water–although it shouldn’t.
And naughtily you believe his may be the thickest you’ve ever taken.
“Uhh…” he pauses, his eyes are open and yours quickly flit away from his cock and up to his eyes. He looks worried which is good because it means he didn’t catch you looking at him.
“What?” you ask breathlessly.
He raises an eyebrow and then both brows furrow again and the hand that’s not still on his cock drums against his thigh nervously. “You’re breathing is all weird and shit you—“
“Just hurry up and jack it Katsuki,” you interrupt wanting to divert the attention away from your dumb ass horny inappropriate thoughts about your best friend.
He smirks as if he knows what you’re doing but only jokes and says “Heh never thought I'd hear that said to me before.”
“Oh my god, would you just–” You don’t finish because he tips a bit off balance while he’s sitting back on his knees and balancing on his thighs and feet. When he rocks off balance, he grabs your thigh to steady himself and the action makes you gasp in delight.
The moan that would come after is thankfully trapped in your throat by a wall of disintegrating control. As if he didn’t hear it at all, Katsuki steadies himself, mutters an apology and gets back to it.
As his hand moves slowly up and down his shaft, you notice it stays a bit boneless in his palm. His eyes are closed again, his face is craned up to the ceiling and his body is shaking as he furiously keeps stroking to get himself there. After about three minutes you cover your eyes and grab his wrist to stop him.
“Are you…like…okay?” you ask, shielding your eyes to respect his privacy.
Katsuki groans, “It's harder than it looks!” he spits in annoyance.
In an attempt to quickly soothe him you put both hands up in surrender and forget the reason you were shielding your eyes in the first place .
“Hey I’m not saying it’s not! I Get it alright I just…” your words trickle off as you stare at him again, propped up on your elbows.
This time he doesn’t cover himself which is odd. And what’s even odder is you don’t shield your eyes again. He’s got that “i’ve got an idea” look but it’s paired with a guilt only you’re able to recognize.
“Do you want me to help?” you ask in a whisper.
Katsuki’s eyes widen, his cheeks blush red and you can tell for a split second he contemplates saying yes before he sputters out “…no! I don't need any damn help.”
You smirk, “You hesitated.”
He shakes his head roughly, the spiky hair on top of his head shaking like leaves on a tree caught in a storm. “No no just shut the fuck up and let me focus. And cover your eyes back up.”
“I could…take the shirt off or something if that will help?” you suggest.
This time he does visibly hesitate and think about your suggestion. He probably thinks since you brought it up, it’s more acceptable to agree.
Plus…you know your strengths and your rack is definitely one of them.
Finally he relents, “…fine.”
The shirt is off and over your head in seconds, leaving you Winnie the Pooh-ing it in a black bra.. He looks away, trying not to look at your pussy but you notice the quick glances and the way his dick twitches at the sight even more. This time, you cover your eyes, electing to give Katsuki a chance to look at you and get himself going.
As it turns out, not being able to see him but being able to hear him proves to be even more sexually stimulating. Katsuki’s hand sounds wetter now, making lewd noises as his hand rubs up and down his dick. His breathing is different too, it’s heavier, littered with more sharp inhales and hissing. You even think you hear him mutter to himself.
You lick your lips, is the difference just because he can see your tits now? Or maybe he’s not even looking at your tits. You are pussy out right now. Maybe he’s looking at your cunt. Maybe he’s fantasizing about when he will get to put it i–
“Look I uhh… I hate ta ask but can I uhh…” his voice pulls you out of the spiral of thoughts plaguing you.
You peek at him through a sliver between your fingers, “Can you what?” you inquire.
“Can I touch you?” he asks quietly, the blush spreading over his cheeks again.
You’re a little confused. Why wouldn’t he touch you? How does he expect to like… do the whole “impregnate” thing without touching you. You’re sure you already gave him the consent. But as you watch him nibble on the dead skin of his bottom lip and his eyes flit to the sheets and sneak glances at your tits, you understand what he means.
“Oh! Ohhh. Umm yeah…yeah whatever helps,” you say brightly, trying to encourage him you’re ok with it.
“I'll stop as soon as you say,” he relents.
“Ok.”
His hand hovers nervously over your tit, he flexes his fingers as he readies himself. You become hyper aware of your budding nipples in the chill air of the apartment. They poke through the fabric of your bra and you’ll admit you want him to just get it over with and grab it already.
When he does, his hand is so warm it shocks you and you intake a sharp inhale. Immediately he tears his hand away
“What?! What did I hurt ya or—“ His eyes are wide and he almost leaps off the bed in worry.
You shake your head, “No no! I just…nothing, it's fine. Just keep going,”you assure him.
How the hell do you tell him that felt way too good? Way too good for your best friend to simply grab your tits. You won’t. That’;s a dirty little secret you’ll keep to yourself. But when he goes to grab them both and massages them deeply you realize our body might be more of a tell than you thought.
There’s a moan yo-yoing in your throat. A fierce visceral moan that begs to be released, especially when Katsuki hums and starts to stroke himself again. Setting a nice pace of grinding his fingers into the plum flush of your tits, flicking your nipple to elicit light gasps from you, and stroking his now noticeably pre glistened cock, you try your best not to let a peep come from you.
The last thing he needs is to feel even more awkward after having to ask to touch your boobs for help in getting it up.
It worked though. He’s definitely up. And damn… was it always that mouth watering to look at when you first saw it?
Mouth-watering is not the best word to describe your best friend’s cock if you’re trying to avoid catching any complicated feelings.
Which you are so you whisper a silent scold to your brain to get it together.
Katsuki’s hands on you make it so very difficult to keep up this ruse of not being completely and totally tuned on. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth and your fingers are digging into the mattress at your sides.
You think he’s caught on to your act when he stops again.
“Alright what’s the deal? What's with the face and the noises?” he growls.
You shake your head, “Just keep going! It's fine!”
To your dismay he doesn’t budge, “It don't look fine ta me!”
God why can’t he just take the hint and keep going!
“I'm just trying not to make this all awkward ok?!?
“It’s already awkward!”he insists.
“Yeah well I'm trying not to make it even more awkward! Like you're doing now! Maybe that should be your superpower, the ability to make something awkward even more awkward.”
“Shut up! Look you can't not tell me what's going on with ya. You need ta talk to me if we’re doin this. I can't tell if you’re uncomfortable or whatever if you don't say someth—
You can’t believe this is happening right now. Katsuki is literally sitting with his dick out arguing with you. God do you really have to say it to him?
“I'm not uncomfortable! I'm just trying not to moan Katsuki!” you shout at him, blowing an exasperated and embarrassed sigh that makes your lips push out in defeat.
He blinks and jolts back as if surprised. “What?”
Defeated and now basking in the pure shame and guilt of the moment you groan, “You’re standing over me jacking your dick and fondling my tits! It’s…erotic. And this is not supposed to be an erotic encounter so for the love of pete just keep going so we can get this ov–”
“Don’t…don’t be silent…” he says now with an expression that is dangerous. Very very dangerous because that is not the way you’d look at your best friend you’re only trying to impregnate as a favor. He’s looking at you like… like he wants you.
Now it’s your turn to blink in confusion. “What?”
Katsuki huffs, this entire ordeal finally getting to him, “Look you want me to fucking jack it, right? Listening to moans helps so…ya don't gotta be quiet.”
He reaches out and lets a finger trace your nipple and you arch up into his touch and let out a breathless sigh that sounds like…heaven. He nods, muttering a sexy “mm hmm that’s it” to himself as your back straightens again.
Oh fuck is this so much easier when you have the ok to let loose. When he touches you now all the hesitation is gone, between your legs slick dripples from our cunt and as Katsuki’s pace on his cock quickens your moans get louder.
You don’t even have to tell him he can touch your bare chest, he just shuffles one of your straps down to expose your tit and palms it as he moans.
“My hand cold?” He asks when you jolt at his touch.
“N…no…it’s…so warm…” you pant. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from begging him not to stop. Not only are his hands warm, they’re surprisingly soft. A bit calloused from the hero work but soft as he handles your tits with care.
He smirks, “Good.”
Your sounds of pleasure fill the room now, mixed with the lewd wet noises of Katsuki’s hand on his cock, you’re sure it probably sound like you two actually are fucking. Espeially when he leans over to gently blow on your nipple. The tip of his tongue flicks it for just a second, only giving himself a tiny sample of you without taking it to far.
He knows you like it because your moans become gentle coaxes of his name, “Mmm…ah…I…umm Katsu…I Uhh…”
His name dribbling from your lips seem to be the catalyst because his breath hitches again and he finally announces, “I’m getting close…I’m getting close I—I should put it in now”
He’s leaking from the tip of his cock and he has the goddamn nerve to rub the head through your folds and tap your clit before he lines himself up. He’s gotten too comfortable or maybe..he’s a little lost in the sauce right now. When you glance up to look at him, his eyes are already on you.
In fact his stare is hot, piercing as he locks eyes with you. Your lips part again and he bites his own. Is it insane to think about kissing him right now? Slowly he enters you, pushing past that first ring of muscle in your pussy and fucking hell you were right about him being the thickest you’ve ever had. You feel yourself open up and part around him as he slides in. You’re so full you swear you can feel him in your stomach and it’s absolutely slutty of you to arch your back and dip your hips forward so he’s embedded even deeper.
The best part though is watching him as he presses his hips forward. He throws his head back and groans loudly. And the sigh of pure contentment and pleasure that bubbles in his chest is to die for. It’s like…he’s been waiting years to feel this, instead of the frenzied horny dazed minutes of him fucking his own fist.
“Holy shit you’re tight. How come you feel so…oh fuck…” he moans wantonly, his question caught in his throat. His gravelly tone is littered with soft desperate little whimpers you're sure have never breached his lips before.
Your legs are shaking.
Unbelievable.
He’s only just bottomed out, hasn’t moved an inch and your legs are fucking shaking. Every sensitive little nerve in your pussy is firing off messages of pleasure and ecstasy and completely tuned into the cock stuffed inside you right now.
How can he feel this good? Is it just because the meds to trigger your ovulation make you more sensitive? Somehow you don’t think that’s the case. There’s electricity shooting up all your limbs as Katsuki’s hands settle on the sides of your waist.
Your lips tingle and you truly believe the only way to stop it is to have his lips on yours. He shifts a bit, leaning over you and trying to angle himself in a way that has your head spinning and your eyes fluttering like a slot machine.
The tip of his cock brushes lightly against your cervix as if giving it a tiny gentle kiss as a warning for the load he will give you. The thought makes all your limbs tighten, makes a knot in your belly constrict and then snap loose as you clench around him and tumble off a cliff and into pure ecstasy.
Your fingers dig into the sheets at your side, and like lightning he grabs your wrist and pulls them up above your head, intertwining his finger with yours. His body completely covers yours now as his breath washes over your face. He’s staring at you, watching your eyes flutter with a goofy grin and then…
“Oh…oh fuck Katsu—“
His lips crash into yours as you speak, his tongue invades, licking and twirling around yours as you hungrily taste him. The tingling in your lips only subsides when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles. You find your legs wrapping around his waist, his tiny enviable waist you’d admired only a few minutes ago and nudge him forward with the heel of your foot.
“Squeezin’ that tight I’m gonna fucking cu–” again he stops himself midsentence as his hips grind into you. He can’t bear to pull out to pound into you, obsessed with the way you’re wrapped around him. So he grinds against the soft warm walls of your cunt, letting you massage his cock before he cums with a roar followed by whispered sweet words in your ear.
The only thing keeping you from passing out right now, is the occasional twitching of his cock as he fills you. It almost feels unstoppable, he’s growling, whimpering, moaning and mumbling like a drunk man as he kisses your shoulder and as you come down now from your orgasm you wrap your arms around his back and card your fingers through the undercut at the base of his neck.
The two of you stay that way, wrapped up in each other for what seems like forever before he pulls back to look at you with an expression that makes you roll your eyes in annoyance.
He’s smirking, giddy like a boy who’s just seen a titty for the first time. He doesn’t even have to say anything for you to know what he’s thinking.
“Stop it,” you pout with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow.
Katsuki chuckles, the mischievous proud grin only growing wider. “Stop what?” he tries to ask innocently.
You try to push him away a bit, putting your palms on his chest but of course he doesn’t budge. “Stop giving me the ‘I just made you cum’ face,” you retort.
The grin widens even further, if you can believe it.
He chuckles, “But I did, didn't I? And based on the way you're still shakin’ I’d bet I was a pretty good one.” unbelievably he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.
“Yeah well I made you cum too and you don't see me smirking.”
“Maybe ya should.”
“We should not be having this conversation while your dick is still in me twitching so just shut up and wait a few minutes before you pull out,” you grumble.
In a slightly uncomfortable but tender moment, Katsuki lies his head on your chest and listens to your heart. He traces a series of moles down the valley of your cleavage absently.
Your face heats and he laughs again. “So much for it not being weird,” you sigh.
“Knew it would be,” he mutters.
“And you still agreed?”
“Puffs, if you thought I was gonna pump a baby in ya and then leave ya to raise it without me, then maybe I should think about gettin’ a new best friend cuz my best friend woulda known I could never do some shit like that. Eijiro is in the running for your spot. He knew,” he explains.
That shouldn't make you emotional, deep down you knew he wouldn’t just abandon you. Especially if the kid is his but–
“But what about Number One and–”
“Can’t I do both? You’re the one who made it an either or thing,” he says shrugging.
“But do you even…like me…like that?” you ask, blushing again. Ridiculous, you sound like a middle schooler or something.
“My dick is literally still in you right now and I just told you I’d raise a kid with you. How many other ways do I need to say it, idiot?” He replies incredulously.
“I mean… An ‘I like you and wanna date you’ wouldn’t hurt,” you say sheepishly.
Katsuki groans, “For the love of…” and then he takes your face between his fingers and makes you look into his eyes and replies,
“I like you and I wanna start a damn family with you. There. That good enough?”
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 5,852
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: old time period, mention of arranged marriage, polygamous marriages, slow-burn yandere, power imbalances, peer pressure, mentions of infertility, etc.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: “you were the apple of Sukuna’s eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. The only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like he did to you.”
𝐚/𝐧: I AM FINALLY DONE! Went pass the word limit istg. But hope y'all are ready what y/n is planning. 👀 btw, please like ❤️, comment in the “comment” section 📝 for tagging, and reblog 🔄 if you wish. Forgot I edited some parts in different chaps too, so if you see minor changes in them then I was fixing them.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Another few more months with the year ending, and another would mark the end of five years. Despite being bedridden, it had made you uneasy since spending the luxury time doing nothing had made you naught. Yumi and the personal servants who you had personally hired for your inner circle inside the castle had been keeping you posted up about your businesses from the outside. Everything was going well.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: old time period, mention of arranged marriage, polygamous marriages, slow-burn yandere, power imbalances, peer pressure, anxiety attack (beginning, it’s mc), superstition involved, etc.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: “you were the apple of Sukuna’s eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. The only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like he did to you.”
𝐚/𝐧: so I finally churn and did the other half, I didn’t proof read this btw. For now letting y'all simmer in this one. Pls like, comment down below for tagging, and reblogged if you like! Thank you for your patience lovelies! 💖✨️
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Your heart was hammering that it resounded loudly in your ears, and you could feel your blood rushing through every part of your body and veins. You were scared. Sukuna quickly departed after the revelation and reveled in your horrid expression; he had made it clear what his intentions with you were; this time, it wasn’t just a fleeting dream you could avoid. It’s a reality now. You quickly dismiss everyone to go on break, much to their appreciation, and then throw yourself into an abandoned room where no soul is around.
summary: you venture out to the land, only to witness fire, ash, and blood raining from the sky.
warnings: active cannibalism
If you listen closely, you can hear the gentle, pale winds in the mountains speaking to each other and the branches of the trees whispering. The stillness of the creeks and the bubbling of the hot springs is a melodious charm to your sensitive ears. You close your eyes and lay your head in the water, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on your sunkissed skin. Rose petals float on the surface of the water next to your arms and your legs, brushing against your skin teasingly.
The fairies do not understand why there are so many roses and red rose petals in the water recently. Roses are not native to Lord Sukuna’s domain, they mumble in confusion to each other. Roses would sooner die than be in full bloom in the demon’s presence.
You only laugh and dip your head underwater.
Little do they know that roses have been growing in your lake ever since you had made this a home. It looks vastly different from when you had first arrived. Dull yellows and greens were now lively and vibrant in rich hues. A tiny waterfall sits just beyond the lake, tucked away behind the tall trees with unwavering leaves. You go there to be alone and to wash your hair.
You have not thought of the vast, lonely ocean much since your arrival. You have not thought of home. Perhaps there is a gnawing feeling of uncertainty settling in your bones- have you made the correct decision? Do your parents- your family- despise you for your selfishness in leaving all you have ever known to live on the edge of your childish dream?
Your father always said you looked at the world with color in your eyes. To avoid seeing the bleakness for what it was. But in truth, darkness was all that you did see. You have dreamed of yellows and reds and purples beyond the depths of the ocean since you were young. You have dreamed of choking on the air and touching the hazy sun with your bare hands.
You dip your toes into the warm water. It now has a rosy purple hue from the flushed lotus flowers growing in your lake. More fairies have made their way to your little oasis, making a home within the blossoming tree branches and the blooming flower petals in the plentiful lush green bushes surrounding the trees.
It smells sweet. You cannot quite place what the scent is- your nose is only used to salt and the sand. The sweetness reminds you of a place you do not know. Perhaps a place that you could know.
The fairies tell you that it is the season of springtime. Milky white, amber and burgundy flowers bloom all around you in bursts of rebirth. It is almost too cloying to your eyes, the sudden appearance of so many different shades that you have never once seen before. There have been moments where you must dip your head underwater to adjust to the sharp shards of sunlight.
But as always, the warmth of the world draws you out like a moth to a flame. The mountain lingers in the distance, perched far from your eyes as you wonder when the four-eyed demon will pay you a visit again.
You come to learn quickly that the sunshine fatigues you. While the sun is in its peak hours, you are coaxed into sleep by the bushes of roses under the willow tree. The fairies watch over you as you rest, only for you to come alive at night.
Sleep corrals you deep into your floating dreams, filled with striking red eyes and morose laughter at your attempts at climbing the mountain that pierces the clouds looming over your head.
Something is calling you towards the distant mountain, beckoning you closer and closer. Just for you to get a taste of the crisp air that should poison your lungs.
Your father’s words echo in your head, muffled and warped when you dip your head under the water to gather your thoughts. You were born to live and die by the sea. The voice is loud in the water, consuming your own quiet voice. How can you be quiet in your own mind?
In your own mind, where you should be your most powerful. In your own mind, where you should reign free. Untethered to your supposed birthright. Untethered to what destiny has in store for you.
Is it truly destiny if it is the beliefs of your mother and father? Or is it blind obedience?
Poking your head above the water once more, the voices seem to quell and dim to nothing more than a whispered nuisance. You gasp when you suddenly see grey and black clouds of air escape the base of the mountain in sharp puffs.
Smoke. The fairies have told you what smoke and fire is. Where there is smoke, there will be fire and Lord Sukuna fervently loves his fire.
You are meters and meters away from the base of the mountain, but the caustic scent of the smoke still makes you cough violently.
Ropes of water glide off of your body in rivulets as you rise, and you take one step in front of the other towards the sure carnage that awaits you.
Only an absolute fool would willingly walk into the foray of death. Perhaps Sukuna was right- you are just a naive, foolish girl in a world of men and gods who will do anything to steal power from each other.
It did not take you long to find the source of the smoke and the fire. Though the heat is painful as it kisses your skin, you venture further into the forest. Corpses of women and children are littered along the forest floor, while the men have been beheaded or left for dead, moaning and bleeding from their guts.
You stop in your tracks and blink curiously at the women and children piled on top of each other. It's almost too grisly for you to stomach. Limbs lay scattered carelessly, as if these pieces of flesh belong to a toy and not a formerly breathing, talking, living human.
But what stops you is the darkness radiating from these corpses’ chests. Only a thread holds the dead skin together. A gaping hole and dried scarlet blood sits where a heart should be beating. Instead of a heartbeat, you see a black hole seemingly pulsating in time with your breaths.
What had these people done for Ryomen Sukuna to kill them so brutally and cast their entire village ablaze?
If there is one thing you know about the demon king, it is that he despises ungratefulness. There are no remains left of this community, only ashes and spilt blood. Death and decay tickles your nose, settling on top of your arms like a warm embrace.
You have seen this before. Once in a far away dream, perhaps.
Despite blood raining from the sky and the demon king himself perched at the top of a manmade throne of skulls, you continue on.
You must be interrupting a sacred, intimate moment as you witness him hold the still beating heart in his hands as if it is nothing but the apple of his eye. He looks at it for a brief moment, almost admiring the veins connecting and intersecting, only to spit out into nothingness.
He exudes power in the way he cares so little for the frail, beating heart in his strong hands. Sukuna opens his mouth and devours it without a second thought. It is a rough motion, one filled with callousness for the sanctity of life. Sukuna meets your eyes with an intense gaze as he swallows and licks his lips in delight.
You shiver.
His eyes blaze as they thrum with raw power and bloodlust drips from his irises, but you cannot look away. His kimono is stained scarlet, surely not of his own blood. Blood dribbles from his mouth, pooling at his chin and smearing onto his white kimono.
“I wonder how a virgin mermaid’s heart would taste?” Sukuna’s voice booms as your ears twitch. You grimace.
“I am no mermaid,” you reply easily, stepping over the corpses to be closer to him. Blood stains his hair, his nails, his chest… You try not to look below the opening of his robe. It is fruitless, however, when he rips his robe off of his own massive body.
“Would you allow me a taste?” he says, barely over a whisper, but you hear him clearly, “They all taste the same now. Nothing tastes as delectable as the first one.”
“No, I would not allow you a taste,” you reply easily. Sukuna would savor your salty blood on his tongue and feel it drip down his throat. If only you would just say yes, a yes full of resounding, yearning.
“Ah,” Sukuna says ruefully, “One of these days you will allow me a taste of your precious little flower.”
“Perhaps if you are deemed worthy of such a delight,” you murmur, “For now, you will have to relegate yourself to the humans, I suppose.” You clear a path for yourselves to reach the top of the throne easily, a smooth concrete path for your ease of walking.
Sukuna is not surprised when you stand close enough to touch his bloodstained skin and twirl your fingers to gather the moisture in the air and clean him.
“What a mess,” you drawl as you take his chin in your hands and rub his mouth of the congealed scarlet, “Did you not learn any manners in this lifetime?”
“I do not want to hear about manners from a foolish girl of the water,” Sukuna says, but makes no move to push you away. Your sharp nails pierce his skin but he does not flinch.
“Well, you would just kill anyone else who attempted to tell you so,” you say smugly and run your wet fingers through his mottled hair.
He does not comment, only allowing your hands to roam across his chest and rub the dried, clotted blood away. The mouth on his stomach purrs in delight only for you to smack its eager tongue away.
“Manners must not be very common for you land dwellers,” you muse, pulling your hands away only for the lips on his abdomen to protest.
“I take as I please,” he says in a tone of finality. You say nothing and look over your shoulder at the carnage that the four-armed demon has laid on the forest floor. Far away screams of anguish pierce the night air and coil together with the smoke rising from the trees, billowing out into the sky and into nothingness. Your eyes soften at the macabre remains of the village but you tug his ear painfully, as if to wordlessly reprimand him.
Sukuna does not stop you when you step away from him and from his impromptu throne of jagged edges and bones. He does not stop you when you twirl your hands to attempt to put out the fires surrounding him, or when you turn on your heel to leave him behind and return to your self-made oasis.
It has been no more than six nights since you had shown your face in the forest to unveil your curiosity of Sukuna on his gory throne made of blood and bones. He has not seen you since that night, and he has no desire to visit your silly little pond with your silly little flowers.
Uraume grows wary of the king’s impatience. He had insisted- no demanded- for new seeds to be planted by the lake behind his shrine. The same small body of water had laid barren for years and years. It is unlike Sukuna to suddenly grow interest in what he had previously referred to as a “wasteland” and a “place for only maggots and rotted corpses”.
And yet, Uraume sits on their haunches, patting down soil and ensuring that the land is pleasing to the king’s eye. Or rather, pleasing to your eye.
The seeds will only take a few days to bloom, but they wonder if you will make an appearance. Sukuna seems to be throwing tantrums in the shrine for no good reason- his robes being folded incorrectly, his fruit not being cut the way he desires, the floor mats not being properly placed.
Truly, Uraume thinks the king is irritated by your lack of presence despite all of the work that he is putting into making the lake presentable. Flowers, trimmed bushes, pebbles lining the edge of the small pond… Even freshly planted trees to provide shade for when you would sunbathe. All for seemingly nothing.
Uraume scoffs. Ryomen Sukuna is many things, but reason clearly escapes him. His courting rituals fail to entice you in any regard, and Sukuna is not a man who fails.
a/n: don’t worry I will post my own “GOJO IS BACK” drabble later but let’s have some husband sukuna first
“you.”
“y-yes, my lord?”
“where is y/n?”
“in the m-main bedroom, my lord.”
“hm,” sukuna hums as he walks towards the bedroom. he hears squealing, giggling, and cackling from the inside.
just what the hell is being down in his bedroom?
raising an eyebrow, he kicks the door open to reveal both you and his son jumping on the queen sized bed you both sleep on.
“little bunny foo foo jumping through the forest!” you sing and your son giggles, jumping to your rhythm. you take notice of your husband’s arrival and leap at him, “welcome home!”
he is annoyed, but he catches you with a grunt, nonetheless.
“what’re you doing jumping on the bed I made the servants make especially for us so it suits your peculiar tastes?” he grumbles.
you shrug with a smile, “our dear son wanted some time to unwind and who am I to say no to him?”
“you’re his mother. you should have more resistance to his ‘cuteness’ than this; he will grow up to be a king,” he concludes and your son ignores him, still jumping on the bed.
you giggle, “and that’s why I am the fun parent, my dear husband,” you sigh softly and pull him down to press a kiss on his cheek, “I missed you.”
“do it properly,” he says and pulls you up to him and presses a scandalous kiss on your lips. you smack his shoulder lightly after he lets go and he merely chuckles.
“stop doing that in front of our son!”
sukuna smirks and you simply roll your eyes.
“mommy, look I am flying!”
“yes I know, sweetie; that’s awesome!”
“mommy, look I am a superhero!”
“I know, love; you’re the best superhero,” coo at your son who is still jumping on the bed.
your husband just looks at him and wonders how the hell does he get the energy.
personally, you have no idea, but something tells you it’s the genetics from your dear husband who is also the king of curses.
sukuna huffs and pulls you by the waist to him, “you keep spoiling him, but you neglect me?”
“I spoil you both and you know it.”
“do you now?” he challenges and you look at him blankly.
“sukuna, i need to go to work,” you mumble.
“no.”
“no?”
he pulls you closer and nods, “you will stay here til I have had enough of you.”
“BUT YOU NEVER HAVE ENOUGH AND I CAN’T STAY CUDDLING WITH YOU! WHAT ABOUT MY JOB?!”
“you’re married to the king of curses; that’s the last thing you should be worried about,” he deadpans.
“that has nothing to do with spoiling me; you’re just weak-willed,” he grins and you think that, maybe, kicking him in the nuts won’t be so bad.
your son can live without sibling; it will be okay.
you quip, “then how about the time I got you breakfast in bed?”
“the chef was the one cooked it; you only delivered it to my room.”
“why don’t you believe that I cooked it?”
“cause your cooking is awful; it’s probably the only thing close to a poison that could actually kill me.”
you and your son gasp, but your son is the one to retort to his father, “mommy cooked it all by herself! you ungrateful old man!”
you’re about to scold your son to not insult his father but to your surprise, your husband is one step ahead of you.
however, you would’ve preferred if he didn’t even act cause the moron pushed your son off the bed.
your son screams before falling off and hitting the ground in a way that was far from harmless. slowly, his cries grow and he starts wailing and sobbing.
sukuna smirks, “no more monkeys jumping on the bed.”
cw. fem!reader, grad student!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~26 yrs old), mentions of alcohol
word count. 1.0k words
“Long day at uni?”
You look up from the glass of beer you’re mindlessly staring at to Uraraka, who’s seated at the booth across from you, a worried expression plastered on her face.
You heave a sigh. “You know the works. Exams, presentations,” you cringe, “I got called for oral recitation.”
At that, Uraraka winces. “Yeesh.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” you say, almost defensively. You take a swig of your beverage before continuing. “I stuttered a bit, but I was able to answer the question.”
“That’s our girl.”
You smile, feeling warm from the praise.
A silence falls over you before Uraraka speaks up again.
“Is there any reason why you’re drinking at,” she checks her watch, “11:30 on a Tuesday night?”
Your smile falters before you could school it into a playful pout.
“What, am I not allowed to want to spend time with one of my best friends?”
At the mention of the title, Uraraka’s expression softens from a questioning look to that of endearment.
“Of course, you are. It’s just that,” she hesitates, and you brace yourself for what’s to come next.
“It’s not like you to do this, is all.”
You could only hum in response, breaking eye contact.
You go back to tracing the beads of condensation falling down the perimeters of the glass.
The other bar-goers around you are loud in their own conversations.
“...How long has it been since?”
You don’t need to think twice to know what she’s referring to.
Normally, you’d feign ignorance and pretend you absolutely had no idea what the other person is asking about.
But this is Uraraka, one of your closest friends from when you worked on a mission together back when you were still early 20-somethings, and the truth just comes spilling out before you could give it a second thought.
“One month, two weeks, six days.”
You chance a peek at Uraraka’s face, and you almost instantly regret it. She’s sporting an amused look, probably to assuage the embarrassment you’re feeling, but you could spot the hints of pity that lace her expression.
Embarrassment still manages to swell in your stomach.
“Do you miss him?”
You snort.
“If I answer that, you’re gonna think I’m a loser.”
“No, I won’t!” she answers immediately, voice raised. Wary of how loud she just got, she tones it back down before proceeding.
“It’s only natural that you miss him, Y/N. You dated for quite a while.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, but your voice still ends up garbled. “Yeah.”
Without much thought, your eyes drift to your phone, which sits between the two of you on the table. Uraraka follows your gaze, and from the corner of your eye, you see her twitch in panic when she realizes what you’re looking at.
“Uh—I don’t think you should, Y/N.” She sounds hesitant. “You’re tipsy—you’re not thinking straight.”
You frown, looking down at your hands wrapped around the almost-finished beer. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes.
“...You might regret it tomorrow.”
You’d like to think you knew what you were getting yourself into when you said yes to being Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki’s girlfriend three years ago.
Going into it, you knew it was going to be far from easy, but you told yourself you could weather it.
The constant absence, the missed dates, the pestering paparazzi—all of it.
But the theoretical ended up being different from the real thing.
“I feel like I’m dating a ghost, Katsuki. You’re barely around, and I rarely get to spend time with you. What’s the point of being in this relationship when I never get to be with my boyfriend?”
You clench your eyes closed at the memory, willing it to go away. Now sprawled on top of your bed after Uraraka drove you home at exactly midnight (“I have the morning shift tomorrow,” she reasoned), you hold your phone close to your chest, debating whether or not to make the damned call.
You haven’t spoken to him since.
If this radio silence has been unintentional or is by design, you don’t know—but you do know one thing.
That it hurt.
And it’s silly, really, because you’re the one who called it off.
Sighing for the nth time that night, you prop your phone on your chest, thumbing the password before clicking your contacts and scrolling through your Favorites.
You didn’t have the heart to delete his number.
You still don’t, apparently.
“Hello?”
Your breath hitches in your throat.
You’re too stunned by the fact that he answered that you forget to respond.
“Y/N?”
“I’m–” you clear your throat, “I’m here.”
A few seconds pass before he speaks again.
“You’re drunk,” he says more as a matter of factly than asks. How he’s able to tell you’ve been drinking is beyond you, but you don’t question him.
There are far more important things.
Like, just hearing his voice.
His voice is gruff, probably from sleep, when he asks: “Don’t you have class tomorrow?”
You ignore his question. “What’re you doing up?”
Though, it suddenly dawns on you that you probably woke him up. You mentally slap yourself.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh.”
Your heart is thrumming and your brain is screaming at you to keep your mouth shut, but you press on anyway. “Can I ask why?”
At that, he chuckles, but you can tell there’s no humor in it.
“It’d probably be best for us if you don’t.”
You squeeze your eyes shut.
Try again.
“Do you miss me, Katsuki?”
He sighs in defeat. “Every single fucking day, princess.”
Your gut twists in delight despite yourself.
In your drunken haze, you’re about to tell him that you miss him, too, and that you’re ninety-nine percent sure that you’re still in love with him, when he cuts you off.
“But nothing’s changed since then.”
He sounds exhausted.
“I don’t want to keep on hurting you like I did, Y/N.”’
You brace yourself for the impact.
“...So, goodbye.”
You hear a click, and before you know it, the line is dead.
This hurt my heart so good oh my god. One of those things where you’re both perfect for each other but somehow it just doesn’t work. And no matter how hard he tries to make it work or convinces himself that he can do it, it just doesn’t. Because he’s the hero, he’s the one that can save everyone but he can’t save you. Sigh.
Just imagining him older, more mature and realising all the shit he gave up for his empty existence as a Pro-Hero. Because what’s the point of being the best at 30+, but not having you? Like standing at Kiri’s wedding as his best man and Deku trying to shush his son in the crowd before the bride walks in, just wanting what everyone else has. I’m going off on a tangent as always but omg I just love these pining fics so so good💕
Warnings: Mafia AU, Mentions of sex the night before and morning sex, reader is stalked and kidnapped, not proof read, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE DNI
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You knew it wasnt right to get involved in the Mafia, but ever since you married your husband and swore to stay with him forever you made the choice to remain by his side, even if it meant you might get hurt.
The sun beamed in through the lights forcing you to open your eyes. You awoke to a sleeping sukuna snoring softly as he breathed in and out. You rubbed the sleepyness out of your eyes with your brain still fuzzy from just waking up, the memories of last nights event play in your head, making you blush a little at the thought.
You wiggled and shook as an atempt to free yourself from your lovers arms draped around you. You tapped his arm and his face in an attempt to wake him up (which did not work). It was only when you pinched his nose shut that he woke up.
You stared into his eyes waiting for him to say something or let you go.
" So you woke me up hm? What do you wanna fuck right now?" he grumbled
You were mesmerised, not just by his morning voice, but by how beautiful he looked when he just woke up with his hair all messy and his tired face. You were in awe that you had the big and bad mafia boss sukuna laying right in front of you, all for you.
" Y/N, stop daydreaming, you woke me up to fuck right? Morning sex is great too so lets get started yeah?" he spoke
" Kuna no I woke you up so you could move your arms, I have to use the bathroom and get ready to go out."
The way he stared st you almost made you start laughing, he looked so grumpy and mad that you didnt want to fuck your beloved husband. He quickly changed his expression and proceeded to ask.
" Where are you going outside, you dont have anything you need to do" he spoke
"Shopping, i wanted to buy some things" you responded
" Let me come with you-" he spoke
" No, I will be fine Kuna i can go shopping on my own, I wont stay out that long ill be back before you know it" you replied
He couldnt argue with you, he knew he couldnt you always did what you wanted to anyway. He always let you get away with anything, he would do anything for his sweet lover, you treat him right so he should return the favor right?
After you got dressed you gave sukuna a kiss on his forehead before opening the door and heading out. On your way to the supermarket you saw a stray cat and petted its head before continuing.
You went into the store to pick up some chocolate, orange juice, coffee, and some apples. (the most random things ever ik)
When you exited the store with you saw the same stray cat from before and ran back inside the store and bought some cat food for it. Before you opened the can you gave it some final pets just incase it made the choice to run from you after you opened the can.
" AWWWW you are such a cute wittle cat, I wish i could take you home but id have to get you cleaned up first." you spoke to the cat
You've always wanted a cat but never wanted to bother going through the process of adopting one, but now you had a cute little cat eating right in front of you!
You said your goodbye to the cat before continuing down the sidewalk thinking how worried sukuna must be because you havent come back yet. You laughed to yourself at the though of mr. grumpy sukuna pacing back and forth thinking of where you might be.
'Oh he'll be fine, ill make it back without getting killed' you thought
Will you really make it back?
You were about two blocks away from your home, you noticed a child handing out candy to other people on the other side of the road, you chuckled at the thought of remembering when you did that as a child. You were about to continue walking when you felt a wet cloth go over your mouth.
You thrashed and squealed hoping to get someones attention but you were already pulled into an alley, you tried your best to hold your breath, but you could only hold it for so long, you felt yourself growing weaker and weaker.
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You heard people talking in the distance, you tried to listen into what they were saying before hearing one of them say
" You got a real pretty one"
OMGG Im so happy to be writing this Tyyy to
: @sukunaswh-0-re for requesting this!
Will be continued in PART 2
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Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, fuck or die, dubcon, violence, guns and shooting, marking and biting, villain reader, dystopian universe, hate fucking, edging, oral sex (male receiving), pulling out :(, breeding kink
WC: 13K
a/n: Hey so this is a fic I wanted to be a series but motivation is wack and so is brain power so for now it is a one shot. Anyway it is my very first time writing an abo fic and trying to tie in some dystopian future shit as well. But Katsu is his overly hormonal horny self so hopefully y’all will at least enjoy that. Also this reader is a bad ass, if y’all don’t wanna fuck her by the end, then I will. ANYWHOO enjoy!
“I won’t let anyone take you.”
Fiercer words have never been spoken, at least not by you. You stand, guarding a shaking scared woman who weeps in the corner of your very tiny run down kitchen. The moon pouring through the tiny window illuminates the darkness. Shadows dance amongst the paint peeled wall as you both breathe anxiously, shoulders rising and falling like you’ve just run a marathon.
The faucet drip drip drips, counting down the time, the steps taken between you and your enemy. The damn thing is always leaking, you’ve never learned to tune it out. You’ve requested a repair countless times, yet it still drip drip drips like an incessant nipping on your nerves.
Today it feeds your rage and you bare your teeth in ferocious anger. You tighten your fist around the hilt of the knife you’re holding, poised toward piercing your enemy. You won’t win against an alpha, that fact is almost certainly true but you know you’ll be able to take a few down. You’ll buy enough time for her to get out of here.
All your life, you’ve known loneliness. Well perhaps not all your life. Before your sixth birthday, you were happy, free spirited and intelligent while living in a small run down apartment with your father.
Before your sixth birthday, the garbage piled up on the sides of the streets didn’t bother you, the smell wasn’t pungent enough to make you hate the sector you lived in. You had no knowledge of life outside of the tiny comforts of your one bedroom apartment with your father.
This was your life, this was your home. You’d grow up and get daily tasks just like your father and be proud of the work you’d done to help keep the city running smoothly. You’d obey and keep quiet and an easy life would be guaranteed. Life was good and you were free–as free as you could be– living in naive bliss of a world without flaws.
Death always has a way of purifying thoughts, stripping your mind of everything you once knew and parading the sad despicable truths of the world in your face like a mobile above a baby’s crib.
The news of your father’s death did just that, an accident at the lab. It took your world and flipped it upside down like an hourglass, and every passing grain of sand that fell through the tiny hole at the bottom felt like your happiness and faith in what you knew slipped away. It was sudden, it was heartbreaking, and it shrouded the world in a pale dull light that you’d never seen before.
Your father had shielded you, protected you from the gritty truth and when he died he took that shield with him. You found out how wrong the world was. That what you thought was freedom, couldn’t ever come close to what true freedom is.
Omegas hoarded and kept like livestock in their sanctioned communities, their value only based on how much they could be bred and how susceptible to orders given by Alphas. Betas treated like scum, corralled on the outskirts of the city and forced to keep the city running for a nearly impossible liveable wage even though 85% of the city’s success started and ended with their hard work and labor.
Deviants, or more so, egotistical Alpha soldiers, parading the streets in all black and high boots, seizing whatever they please, killing whomever they please, under the guise of “hero work”. And The Commission at the heart of it all, standing as an organization bathed in corruption, lies, and a system that catered to no one but themselves.
Most of your life you’ve known loneliness, that is until you met Momo. You’d stumbled upon Momo as she hid from Deviants who were tracking down a missing Omega from The Nursery. What a sick thing to name a prison, because that's what it is. A prison where Omegas opinions are only taken into consideration if they help with the disgusting Breeding Policy.
Momo had filled you in when you’d helped her, protected, and took her into your home. She described in detail the way she’d been used by countless Alphas, forced into a heat to be mounted and bred like an animal.
Fat salty tears rolled down her face when she told you about how her son was taken from her. Her beautiful little Alpha son, taken to become one of them.Her smile was bright when you looked her in the eyes and vowed that she would never have to go back there.
Momo is your best friend. It had been the most life changing six weeks of your life sheltering her. You knew they’d come for you eventually and with no funds or a way to get both of you out of the city safely, all that was left to do was hide out until you could afford it. That or get caught. She’s the only person you have left in this disgusting world and you’ll be damned if you let anything harm her.
“When I tell you, you have to run. Get as far away from here as possible. Hide when you can, don’t speak to anyone you don’t think you can trust. You have good instincts, you’ll be able to tell who you can and can’t trust,” you explain, peeping at her over your shoulder.
You can hear the creaky door to the lobby of your apartment complex open. You’re on the second floor, it won't take them long to get to you.
Momo sniffles, “I’m not leaving here without you,” she replies in a serious voice. You whip around to stare at her, crouch down to pull her into a tight hug.
“Yes you are. You are the only person I’ve ever cared about. You’re the only one to ever step out and be different, and you will be the first person to escape all of this because I will die making sure that comes true,” you say viciously as you pull her tighter against your chest. She wraps her arms around your back and holds you close.
“Why are you doing all of this for me?” she whispers.
You pull back to look into her eyes and smile warmly. “Because it’s the right thing to do,” you say simply. You grab her hands and stand her up.
Quickly, you shed the sweater you’re wearing and drape it over her head and shoulders. It won’t do much to cover her sweet scent but any bit helps. Perhaps the slight hesitation of confusion will give her enough time to slip away from them. You grab another knife from your kitchen drawer and shove it into her hands.
“Only use this when you absolutely need to,” you instruct.
A loud thump and crash sounds from outside of your door. They’re here and you’re ready. You give Momo one last glance over your shoulder before you nod for her to move toward the back door to slip out.
Slowly, you make your way to the front door. The knife feels slippery in your grip and you quickly transfer it to the other hand to dry your palms on your jeans. Your footsteps are dainty as you balance on the tips of your toes to stay quiet.
Why haven’t they bursted into your home yet? “Quiet” isn’t the Deviants style. Wherever they go, loud explosive chaos follows. You can see the shadow of someone in front of your door beneath the crack at the bottom. Two blobs of darkness blocking the light shining from the hallway. They’re just standing there. Why?
Stealthily, you drop to your knees to peer through the keyhole. All you see is someone holding a brown package, wrapped multiple times in coarse twine. The person doesn’t move, they stand staring at your door for a long time before they toss the package on the floor in front of your door and quickly shuffle away back down the stairs. You don’t see a face, the scent and clothing are unfamiliar, even their gait keeps you wondering.
From back inside the kitchen you hear Momo whisper your name.
“Shh! There may be more of them waiting,” you hiss, putting a finger to your lips.
This is strange, you were sure the Deviants were coming to return Momo back to The Nursery and punish you for hiding her. Someone delivering a package to your home instead? At this hour?
Something is wrong.
You let 20 minutes pass, quieting your racing breath as you listen and sniff the air for any trace of an Alpha in the area. Momo’s sweet scent wafts out to you from the kitchen before you stand quietly and place your hand on the door knob.
You take a deep breath, then slowly open the door, a sliver of light from the hallway spills into the dark living room and as you stick a wary hand out to grab the package and slip it back into your home, you think maybe someone might grab your wrist.
When the door is back closed you and Momo breathe a sigh of relief, but your respite isn’t long. You hold the suspicious package in your hand, turning it over and over to find a return address. There is none, just your address smoothly stamped over the brown crinkled paper. You sniff it and there’s a vague sense of familiarity behind the crisp smell of paper and twine.
It’s that jolt of familiarity that eases your worry and lets you slowly and carefully unravel the twine from the package.
“Be careful,” Momo mutters, coming to stand next to you. You push her back, away from the package.
“Stay back, it could be laced with something,” you mumble as you tear away the paper.
A thick leather bound journal with lots of paper shoved between the binding sits in your hand when you’re done unwrapping the package. The journal is only held closed by another thick piece of twine tied around it.
It’s overflowing, and you think if you were to unravel it, you’d be caught in an explosion of random papers fluttering from it. Again it looks familiar,and your eyebrows knit together as you turn it over and over.
There’s a letter shoved between the “X” of the crisscrossing twine on the back of the book and it is addressed to you. The handwriting makes tears well up and tumble down your cheeks.
This is your father’s journal.
Quickly you pull the letter from the twine, tear open the envelope and read your father’s words. The letter still smells of him and faintly of your scent as well. You run your hands over the words, basking in the emotion of holding something your father once held so close to him.
It takes you a few minutes to read his words but when you do, your eyes grow wide. With each new sentence, an array of truths become clear to you. You read the letter and then read it again and when it finally sinks in you fall to your knees and clutch the journal to your chest.
Momo quickly falls to the floor with you, worry painting her features as she shakes your shoulders.
“What? What’s wrong? What is that?” she asks, shaking you gently.
You look up at her with an expression she clearly doesn’t expect to see. It’s an evil grin, a determined sly toothy grin that makes you resemble a fox that has just stumbled upon a feast of pigs in a field.
“This…” you say slowly, holding the book up for her to see,” is going to change the world as we know it.”
Three Months Later
“Gentlemen, your target is one that has eluded all of our best agents and has even managed to fly under the radar with all of our top trackers. We are talking about a master, one who knows her way around the city, how to slip in and out without being detected and who continues to smuggle escaped Omegas out of their restricted zones,” the captain, Shouta Aizawa drones on.
This is a waste of Katsuki’s fucking time. Dossiers and meeting planning for some chick? Please. She’s managed to get away from all their best soldiers? Clearly they ain’t the best if she’s escaped them. Plus, it can’t be all of the best pros, cuz he hasn’t been up against her yet.
Katsuki huffs out an impatient breath, rolling his eyes as he leans back in his seat and props his feet up on the table in front of him. His more enthusiastic and respectful partner, Eijirou Kirishima, nudges him softly.
“Dude, you should be paying attention. We go into the club tonight,” he whispers from the corner of his mouth while keeping his eyes locked on Aizawa.
The screen in front of them is plastered with photos of you, caught by security footage and traffic cams. A handful of tiny Omega women follow behind you as you sneak them out of the Nursery Faction. And in half a frame, you’ve disappeared with no traces of your whereabouts.
Katsuki blows out a very loud and rude breath from his nose. There ain’t nothing some meaningless little Beta can do to stop him, or Ei for that matter.
He thinks back through his sixteen years of training. How he and Ei stayed ahead of the crowd. Top scores on all the tests. Faster and stronger than every fucking Alpha in their graduating age group. And that ain’t an easy brag. The training was fucking rough, rougher than he’d expected when he first arrived at UA.
He’ll admit it took some getting used to, all the rules about being committed and devoted soldiers, but he’d heard about the honor and glory of becoming a Deviant since he was small. It’s all he ever wanted, to put on the all black costume and parade around the city letting every fucking person and their mother know he made it. That he was the best.
And what better way to show that then to catch this stupid fucking chick that everyone thinks is uncatcheable.
“Tsk, The Director’s always been a drama queen when it comes to shit like this,” he drawls, stretching and yawning obnoxiously.
“Drama Queen?” Captain Aizawa’s eyes flash red as they quickly flit over to Katsuki. He stomps over to the table Katsuki is lounging at and slams his palms down, garnering both Deviants’ attention.
“You think the 17 Omegas she’s smuggled out of the Care Center is a joke? Think the fact that all of those Omegas might as well be wiped off the face of the Earth with all the info we have on them being deleted from our systems right under our noses, is funny? What happens when she’s swiped all the Omegas and there’s none left to do their duty and create more Alphas?” The Captain commands in a low sarcastic voice.
Seventeen eh? He’ll admit it. The number is impressive, especially considering how you’ve managed to make them undetectable. A group of 17 Omegas would tip off any Alpha in the area immediately, even with their daily doses of Pheromone. Yet they walked out as casually as if they were Betas reporting for their daily duties.
Katsuki’s fingers drum on the table in front of him and he slowly pulls himself up. He scowls at the Captain, said to be the toughest on the force. Katsuki sizes him up, he doesn’t look stronger than him, the all black uniform looks baggy on him, almost as if he’s underweight. It screams weakness, and although he’d never mention it aloud, Katsuki knows he’d be able to take him in a fight.
His scarlet eyes blaze behind the sharp pointed mask on his face. “Nah, I don't think it’s a joke. The joke is acting like this nobody ass Beta is a fucking war criminal. Ei and I will walk in that fuckin’ club, grab the little bitch and bring her right back out. No sweat,” Katsuki growls, words dripping with pride and condescension.
He puffs out his chest and squares his shoulders, cementing his very cocky statement with a huff.
Eijirou’s eyes quickly flit away from his friend and he swiftly steps into the conversation with a big wide smile.
“Uhh I think what Katsuki means is that we’re not gonna screw this up, Captain,” he replies, slapping a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder.
He’s always been good at talking Katsuki out of trouble. It's strange how gentle the giant man could be, especially considering how much strength he has. Katsuki remembers the first time he met him and he remembers how he couldn’t get rid of him.
As all the five year olds Alphas who have manifested quirks do, they’d come into the orientation at the Ultimate Alpha–otherwise known as UA–headquarters together. Katsuki hadn’t been away from his parents ever before and when a weird black haired kid with a scar above his eye and a scent that smelled of oranges and cedarwood came waltzing up to him to chat, he didn’t know how impossible it’d be to get rid of him.
Ei never treated him like a freak, though he damn well could’ve. All the others did. Katsuki, though extremely skilled with a strong explosion quirk and masterful reflexes, did things untraditionally during the Deviants training. He had a temper, was known for fighting other alphas especially if they had the nerve to doubt he or Eijirou’s abilities.
Alphas don’t fight other alphas in savagery and primitive stupidity. Alphas are strong and resilient. They follow orders and demand respect from all of their counterparts. It’s what sets them apart from the Betas and Omegas. It’s what makes them Deviants. But if Kasuki ever heard shit talk about himself or Ei, it awakened a protective rage inside of him. It made focusing on tasks and staying level headed much harder.
It’s better now though. Now he keeps the urges he feels to himself. The violent thoughts of taking down anyone who’d disrespect someone he’d chosen as his friend. There’s always talk of Alphas and their second, Ei would be his. When they’re out patrolling the streets with their units, there’s always the second in command. They stay by their side, back them up, the most trusted in the pack.
Pack?
That ain’t the right word. Katsuki meant “unit”. That's what the patrolling agents are called. A unit of ten Alphas working together to keep a sector of the city protected. Katsuki repeats the word “unit” over and over in his mind.
This has been happening a lot recently. Words or phrases will pop into his mind, words that don’t mean what he refers to and yet still feel like they’re correct. But they couldn’t be; the terms feel outdated, like something an old person would say, and Katsuki is not some old ass fucking man.
Aizawa’s eyes roll between the two of them before he moves back toward the screen to finish the meeting plans.
The club is located in the slums of town. The streets are dirty and full of trash, nowhere near as pristine as the sectors around UA or the nursery. The tall, sleek metal buildings and smooth concrete roads are nowhere near the same quality of the leaning crumbling buildings in this sector of town.
The streets are deserted save for a few Betas who sit on the corners or in the alleys begging for money. Katsuki wrinkles his nose. It’s shameful, these Betas out here begging. Katsuki doesn’t know why they aren’t doing their daily duties, he can think of a few jobs they could be doing, given the state of things in this sector. It’s no wonder a criminal like you would hang out in a disgusting place like this.
Katsuki cracks his neck and pulls at the high collar of his black suit. His codename, “Dynamight” is sewn into the fabric on the patch, right over his heart. Everything he’s ever done up until now, has been for this. His first mission, he’s ready. He looks over to Eijirou who’s readjusting the straps of his uniform and tucking a small handgun into the holster, the same patch on his chest reads “Red Riot”.
“You ready?”
“Duh.”
“Remember, we go in, get the intel from this guy, walk back out. It’s that simple,” Eiji states, twisting the tiny earpiece into his ear.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Yeah yeah Red I got it,” he says, hooking the earpiece over his ear and jamming it in.
Why’s he gotta sound so worried? Does he think Katsuki is gonna screw this up? Bull shit, it’s an easy job and there ain’t nothing to screw up. Katsuki shakes his head to empty his mind, fastens a knife to the holster on his thigh and heads toward the entrance.
The club is packed with sweaty dancing bodies. Multi-colored lights flash from pink to yellow to green to blue and the music is deafening. As Katsuki enters the club with Eijirou on his heels, an onslaught of scents crash into his nose and he stops for just a second to try to adjust.
They all swirl around in his head, burning his nostrils and dancing on his nerves. One scent in particular–sweet like cherry and floral, maybe jasmine? It’s very faint, but increasingly getting stronger as he focuses in on it. Eijirou stops as well, wondering why Katsuki has stopped. He peers around him to glance and make sure he’s ok.
Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and tries to stay focused. This has always been an issue for him. A deformity, a defection he’s lived with his entire life. Scents were far too powerful, whether they were that of a Beta, Alpha or Omega.
The Commission had preached about the importance of taking the daily vitamin, Pheromone, which helped reduce distractions, strengthened Alphas and made them focus on the task at hand. Most Alphas who take the drug reported hardly being able to detect specific scents on people unless they were selected for Breeding Duty.
Katsuki, however, could tell you Eijirou’s exact scent. He could recognize it anywhere. He could tell you how much the cute Beta in the infirmary he sometimes flirted with smelled faintly of crisp apples. He could tell you that the person standing three feet in front of him smelled like the soil after it’s tilled in a garden. He could go around the entire club and name the scent of every person here.
Which is a very big problem. He’s supposed to be focused, supposed to be able to walk into this fucking club and not be bothered by every twist of clothing that rustles someone’s scent in the smokey cramped air.
Shit. This could be a bigger problem than he thought.
“Hey, you good man?” Ei whispers.
Focus.
“M’ fine. Keep moving,” Katsuki grunts.
As the two Deviants head into the crowd, they part to cover more ground as the Betas dancing around whisper to themselves. Katsuki scans the crowd of people, looking at them with his nose upturned.
He can’t believe some alphas actually waste their time coming here to find and fuck betas after their allotted breeding time. Burning off the excess horny energy from the medically induced ruts.
The many pairs of eyes that meet him as he pushes through the crowd mean nothing to him. He holds his breath, pushing their scents out of his mind as he scans the crowd looking for the club owner.
In a dark corner, back behind the raised DJ booth, is what looks like a lounging area. The waving lights in the club never seem to stay on the area for too long but Katsuki squints to focus in on the area. He can swear he sees two pairs of legs on a couch. There’s something drawing him there, instinct? No, perhaps it’s intuition and faintly… something else. That scent again? Cherry and jasmine.
“Oi, Red. Back west corner. There’s someone there. I think that’s our guy,’ he mutters quietly. Eijirou’s voice plays back in his ear.
“On it, I’ll make a loop and meet you there,” he responds back.
Making his way to the back west corner of the club he pushes through the dancing bodies, tells one beta woman who apparently has a ton of balls to fuck off when she stops him and asks if she can “help him relieve some stress”, and keeps a hand on the knife fastened to his thigh. He won’t need it, he’s sure of it, the club owner knows they’re coming. He reached out to them, told them about the intel and insisted on giving it in person.
He’s close, he can see the shiny waxed shoes of the club owner tapping against the floor. A woman is sitting on his lap and he has an arm wrapped around her waist. Her back is to him but Katsuki can tell she must be quite the looker. The man can’t take his eyes off of her, in fact he almost looks as if he’s a bit too happy. Like it’s forced.
Katsuki takes a deep breath before he moves to break up the freaky flirting session but that turns into a very big mistake. Almost out of nowhere, the faint sweet scent that’s been parading around inside his head, swallows him entirely and he stops and growls in what he thinks is pain.
The scent is so strong it burns and knocks the wind out of him. He grinds his teeth, holding his gut as if he’s just been stabbed and stops in his tracks as he stands hunched over.
“What the fuck is this?” he mutters to himself. The world sounds quiet and even the loud thumping beats of the music don’t register as Katsuki makes eye contact with the woman sitting on the Club Owners lap.
“Dynamight, do you copy? What is your situation?” The Captain’s voice buzzes in his ear.
“Kats! Dude! Why are you just standing there? Are you hurt?” Eijirou hisses in his ear
Fucking hell. It’s you. You’re here, in the fucking club, speaking to the man who’s suppossed to be giving him intel on your location. And even worse this sickeningly sweet and delicious–wait what?--scent is coming from you.
Although he knows he shouldn’t go near you, everything in his body lurches toward you, especially when you smirk at him and raise an eyebrow. Katsuki is momentarily afraid that you’ll run, that he’ll lose you in the crowd and the mission will be deemed a failure.
He could catch you, right here and now. Drag you out of this club just like he fucking said he would and give you to the Captain like a neatly wrapped gift. Except…he doesn’t want to give you to him.
The very thought of giving you to anyone boils his blood. It makes a growl bubble up inside his throat and crash through his clenched teeth. Katsuki doesn’t know what’s going on with you, but what he does know is that he will not let you leave this club.
“I’m fine. I have an eye on the target. I’m goin’ after her,” he spits between his teeth pushing your scent as far out of his mind as possible. He looks back up and you’ve disappeared. Fuck! Where could you have gone that quickly?
“Dynamight, do not approach the target. Complete the mission, get the intel and get out of there now,” Aizawa commands in a firm voice.
“What? Why the fuck? She’s here! She’s right here I could fucking grab her no sweat. Why would I—“
“That was not a suggestion, Deviant! It was an order. Speak to the club owner and get out of there!” Aizawa
Bull shit. He could have you in the seconds it took him to ask the club owner. Katsuki can see Eijirou moving closer to the club owner and as he scans the crowd he catches your eye again. You’re watching him with a wily fucking smile and it boils his blood.
You’re teasing him, everything about your expression says “Come and get me…if you can,” and Katsuki is ready to take the challenge. You turn to run but right before you give him a wink and tiny wave before disappearing in the crowd.
Katsuki grinds his teeth. Fuck this, he’ll ask for forgiveness later. Plus if he’s able to drag your cocky ass in front of the Captain, he doesn’t think he’ll need to ask for forgiveness.
Katsuki snatches the earpiece out of his ear and flips the switch on the radio on his hip to turn it off. Then he closes his eyes and raises his head to sniff the air. Your scent beckons to him, filling his mind once again and as he concentrates more on it, he feels like there’s a light colored piece of thread that only he can see, weaving through all the people in the club and leading to a back door.
“I fucking got you,” he mutters to himself.
He’s about to push through the crowd when a tight grip on his arm stops him from moving and he whips around glaring dangerously at the man who’d dare interfere with his hunt. Eijirou stands looking at him in confusion. He rips the ear piece out of his ear and flips his radio off as well.
“Kats, what are you doing, dude? You’re gonna get yourself suspended!” Eijirou scolds, growing at his friend. Hints of concern are woven into his expression. “If you start actin’ out like this, they’ll strip you of your Deviant title and you just got it. Ya can’t act like how you did in training man. This is serious,” he whispers under his breath.
Katsuki scoffs. What Ei is saying makes sense, of course it does and if his head weren’t filled to the brim with your scent and that cheeky fucking look on your face, he’d be more inclined to listen. But everything in him makes him want to chase you, to find you and pin you down so you know who the most powerful Alpha is.
The thought pumps adrenaline through his veins, makes his limbs feel lighter, makes the muscles in his legs and arms flex with teeming energy begging to escape. And in the depths of his belly, an unfamiliar feeling too unrecognizable to put a name to, nestling into the confines of his core and making his mouth water.
“Fuck off, I can handle it. She’s right there. Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ a Beta get away from me,” Katsuki snarls, ripping his arm out of Eijirou’s tight grip. He sprints through the crowd, knocking people out of the way and crashing through the back door into a dark garbage filled alley.
“Oi! There’s nowhere else to go. So why dontcha quit running you slippery little bitch,” he bellows.
You look up at the dingy brick wall in front of you, water catching on your long lashes before you whip around to gaze at Katsuki as he barrels through the back door. Dumpsters, puddles of gunk, and sewage litter the small enclosed area. Rain pours over the small enclosure and you stand at the back of the dead end alley, staring at him like a caged cat.
He fucking has you. Droplets drip down the side of his face, plastering his once spiky blonde locks to his forehead. He can hardly believe it when your lips pull into another smug grin. You don’t even look a little afraid of him or afraid of being caught.
There’s something in your eye that Katsuki can see even from where he stands. You look down on him, there’s so much condescension in your gaze. Like you know something, something that he doesn’t and it only drives the bite in his tone when he speaks to you. You must think you’ve won this.
But you couldn’t be more wrong.
The stink of the garbage cans and the fresh scent of rain helps keep your scent at bay long enough for him to bark at you. ”The fuck are ya smiling at? Think you’ll be able to get away from me? Not a chance in hell sweetheart, no matter how good ya smell,” he says, chuckling evilly and taking a step closer to you.
Your smile drops,and your eyebrows knit together in confusion and Katsuki revels in it. To be the one to wipe that fucking grin off your face it makes blood course through every vein in his body.
It feeds a rush inside of him, and for some reason, there’s a stench of eroticism in the air that coils around his body and makes the heavy muscle between his thighs awaken with a twitch. You tilt your head slightly, as if you’re listening for something but you never break eye contact.
Katsuki should sprint toward you, he could have you in a matter of seconds but his feet feel glued to the gravel beneath him and all he can do is watch you closely. You haven’t uttered a word to him, but he holds his breath when he watches your glistening lips open and mutter something to yourself.
“East Alley,” you say in a voice that rings like a bell inside Katsuki’s mind. Even over the constant thrumming of the rain, he hears you. What the fuck is going on right now? It doesn’t occur to him that you’re probably calling for backup until he hears someone crash through the back door behind him and he crouches defensively, hand already on the hilt of his knife.
Thankfully, it’s Eijirou panting with wide eyes as he stares at you and Katsuki in the alley. Relief paints Katsuki’s expression for only a minute before he fully understands what’s happening. Eijirou is holding his gun, the ear piece he snatched out hanging against his cheek as he aims the barrel of the gun at you.
“Dynamight, down!” he screams.
His command bounces between the two buildings. A gunshot, scuffs of shifting feet, and some other sound that Katsuki can’t place mixes in with the commotion. He doesn’t remember closing his eyes but he must’ve because when he opens them again, he’s in a different position than he was before.
Now he’s pinning something against a wall, something strong and struggling against his strength. He doesn’t see anything, doesn’t register anything going on in the moment. No sights or scents or sounds are connecting.
The only thing Katsuki is truly focused on is the white hot rage he feels inside of him. One thought that keeps beating against the walls of his mind like an inescapable ping pong ball.
You will not fucking touch her.
“KATS BRO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Eijirou roars and the world comes crashing back into Katsuki’s reality.
He takes in the scene, Eiji pressed against the wall with Katsuki’s arm pressed hard into his chest. The nozzle of the gun is smoking as it sits discarded in a puddle on the ground. Katsuki’s entire body is shaking, his jaw hurts from grinding his teeth together, his fist is tightened around the hilt of a knife pressing into Eiji’s neck. His knife.
Katsuki blinks. He doesn’t remember what happened in the seconds that passed but he feels the rage within him. The sound he didn’t recognize now makes its presence known and he realizes it’s coming from him. It’s a growl, a ferocious feral growl that Katsuki didn’t even know he could do.
It won’t let up and as if his body is moving on its own, he digs his arm deeper into Eijirou’s chest. His eyes are burning, glaring dangerously at his friend until he quickly turns to see if you’ve been hit.
You’re standing there, staring at the two of them in awe and when Katsuki’s eyes meet yours there’s an overwhelming sense of relief that flows through him. You’re ok. The bullet missed you, he can see the remnants of it wedged into the wall next to your head.
A hazy purple light starts to form next to your head and it grows bigger as it swirls around itself. It takes just a second for him to realize it’s a portal and as you move to step through it, you keep your eyes affixed on his.
Katsuki swallows as he watches you, stopping himself from calling out to you, to say “Don’t leave.” Eiji wriggles under his grasp and Katsuki doesn’t let up until you’ve stepped completely through the portal and it disappears without a trace.
Eijirou drops to his knees coughing and panting as Katsuki stares at his hands in shock. What the fuck was that? There’s a nagging, pulling thread in the back of Katsuki’s mind as he watches the empty space where you’ve stepped through the portal.
The rain now sounds way too loud, each plopping drip drop drip becoming deafening as it splashes down on the gravel. Katsuki can’t hear Eiji’s concerned voice, can’t feel his heavy hand on his shoulder shaking him out of the shock.
There’s no sound except the rain. The rain, and one loud nagging thought in the back of Katsuki’s mind.
I won’t let anyone take you.
Probation.
What a stupid fucking demeaning ass punishment. First time on the job, being the hero everyone says Deviants are supposed to be and Katsuki gets saddled with fucking probation. For trying to wrap a case up quickly and catch a criminal.
You wouldn’t have gotten away if Eijirou hadn’t come bursting into the alley. He’d had it handled, could’ve walked out of there with you in cuffs and had the look on the captain’s face when he proved how great he was tattooed on his fucking eyelids. Now for the next month he’ll be off duty, bumming it around headquarters and doing community service. Basically, he’ll be the goddamn janitor while all the rest of the Alphas are out chasing down criminals.
It’s still raining as Katsuki makes his way down the white seamless sidewalks of the city. UA stands grand and powerful behind him, the smallest sliver of sun peeking out from the clouds and shining down on the huge two towers of the headquarters.
All the buildings in this sector are newly built, clean and covered in windows from top to bottom. The city is pristine, not a speck of trash or a patch of brown grass anywhere. It’s tranquil, not at all like the deathly silent and stifling musty air in the Slums.
Katsuki pulls his hood up, the sooner he can get home and relax the better. He can put this whole fucking day behind him.
“Hey bro! Wait up!”
He shouldn't wince when he hears Eijirou’s voice behind him as he jogs to catch up with him, but he does. Ei is the last person he wants to see right now, well… other than seein’ you. His face is just a reminder of the failure from today and when Katsuki closes his eyes all he can see is the terror in Ei’s face as he snarls at him like a wild animal.
That and…your face. The rushing wave of relief washes through him again as he quietly reminisces on the way the bullet missed you. Your shock as you watched him pin Eijirou against the wall and finally the small smirk on your lips as you stepped through the portal, never breaking eye contact with him.
Before, Katsuki thought it meant you were proud to get away, the smile of a sore winner. But as he replayed it over and over in his mind as the Captain scolded him and finally as he made his way out of UA to go home, he got the feeling that your prideful smirk was in reference to him.
The way a parent looks at their child when they’ve done something they're proud of, your expression screamed “Atta boy.” It makes Katsuki sick to his stomach to think about how good that makes him feel, and only once has he indulged the thought of getting you to look at him like that again before he quickly shooed the pathetic and very illegal thought from his mind.
You’re a criminal, a danger to all of what he swore to protect. Katsuki’s never been a sucker for a pretty face, and he doesn’t intend to let you get in his head like this again.
Eijirou catches up to Katsuki and wraps an arm around his neck. Katsuki huffs out an annoyed breath. “Dontcha ever get tired of followin’ me around. It’s been a long day, I just wanna go home and sleep.”
“Geez grumpy relax wouldya? My apartment is in the same direction,” Eijirou replies, holding his hands up to show Katsuki his palms in surrender.
“Right,” Katsuki huffs, rolling his eyes as he continues to shuffle along. He thought for sure Ei would question him about what happened, and after already having to tell the higher ups about the incident, Katsuki really doesn’t wanna relive it again.
“Though…”Ei starts and Katsuki groans.
“I fuckin’ knew it.”
Falling into step with the blonde, Eijirou chuckles and slaps him on the back. That’s a good sign, considering Katsuki had a knife to his throat four hours ago.
“Ya can’t just expect me not to ask what that was today. You were like a totally different person. It almost looked like you actually did wanna kill me,” he replies in a playful tone. Though Katsuki notices wavering confidence in his tone when he finishes.
“S’that what ya told the captain?”
Eijirou stops him then and taps his shoulder to make sure Katsuki is looking in his eyes. He’s serious, the tips of his red brows touching between his eyes in concern.
“Of course I didn’t. I told him you had an opening, you went for it and because it’s my duty to be your backup, I went after you,” he explains and Katsuki swallows a lump in his throat.
“Tsk, ya shouldn’t lie for me,” he groans, turning away from his friend’s big genuine eyes.
“Yeah I should, cuz you’re my friend.”
He hates the way Ei says it, like it’s such a sure thing, like it’s something everyone should know. It’s dumb and he’s always been this way. Getting himself in trouble for following Katsuki into hell. He appreciates it, duh, but damn he wishes Ei wouldn’t get the same punishment.
“Whatever,” he replies, turning to continue walking away.
Eijirou grabs his shoulder and stops him from walking.
“Kats. Yannow if there’s something bothering you, you can tell me right? I’m not gonna report you or anything but…”
“But?”
He takes a deep breath, knowing the answer to what he’s about to say next will be a doozy. “I’m worried about you.”
To his own shock, Katsuki doesn’t get upset or scold him for thinking he’s weak. He’s tired…and frankly he could use some time alone to blow off steam. Maybe he can even take some time to figure out what the hell was going on with him in the alley. Why he almost killed his best friend to protect a criminal.
“I’m fine Ei. I just… need some rest that’s all.”
To his dismay, Ei doesn’t let up on the worried expression. He stares at Katsuki for a long time before he puts his hand out so they can shake on it, “Promise me you'll come to me if ya need help.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, but still shoves his hand into Eijirou’s and shakes. “Fine, fine. Can we go now?”
Both men continue walking down the sidewalk. Eijirou chuckles and chatters about some burger he’s excited to eat for dinner. Katsuki’s about to make fun of him because this will be the fifth night Eijirou has had burgers for dinner but something like a shadow catches his eye in an alley in front of them.
“Oi wait, shut up. Did you see that?” He asks quietly.
“See what?”
“Just follow me. Watch my back.”
“Huh?”
Katsuki’s sure he saw it and if he didn’t see it, he’s damn sure he can smell it. That fucking scent again. Cherry and jasmine. It’s you. You’re here, here of all places and he is not gonna let you get away this time.
Katsuki crouches down and tiptoes to the corner before peeking around it to see a black coak slipping into an open doorway in the alley. There’s no trash or dumpsters, trash duty must’ve already worked through this area. It means you’ll have nowhere to hide. It means you’ve trapped yourself and have nowhere to go.
Eijirou stays close on his heels as Katsuki removes a tiny knife from his sock.
“Kats what are you–”
“Just trust me Red!” he hisses.
Slowly the two Deviants make their way into the alley, trying hard not to make a sound as they stalk forward. Your scent is getting stronger and Katsuki knows he’s right on top of you when your scent is practically burning the inside of his nostrils. He lifts his nose in the air, closing his eyes and focusing on your scent as Eiji watches him in confusion.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
Your scent is strong. You’re here. You have to be. He turns to look at the door he saw the black cloak disappear into. He puts a wary hand on the knob, tightening his grip on the knife and preparing to strike. Slowly, he twists the knob and the door creaks open. There’s nothing but darkness, and a light shining at the end of the hallway. It looks like one of the employee entrances for the Betas in charge of cleaning this building.
Katsuki takes a wary step inside, slowly looking around in the darkness. He’s holding his breath, trying not to let the lingering scents of the Betas who regularly use this hallway fuck with his concentration. Eiji steps in behind him.
Suddenly, the door is slammed shut, the sound echoing through the long hallway.
“Fuck! Ei what happened?” Katsuki asks, spinning around to glare at his partner.
His voice catches as Eijirou’s body tumbles to the floor. Katsuki drops to his knees beside him. “Ei! Fuck! You ok?” He checks for a pulse, feels it then breathes a sigh of relief before your scent drowns him again and he feels a sharp pinprick in his neck and he tumbles down next to his friend.
The last thing he hears before whatever it is he’s been injected with takes hold of his consciousness and his mind goes dark is an irresistible voice standing above him.
“Take them both. We’re going.”
Chasing you was a stupid plan. A very fucking stupid plan. A very fucking stupid plan that Katsuki is only just now realizing he may not be getting out of as easily as he previously thought. Yes he’s confident, but even he can admit when he’s wrong...sometimes. He was supposed to grab you and bring you in. Instead he sits tied to a chair in a cool unfinished room, plastic tarp billowing in the whistling wind.
He looks around the room trying to make sense of where he could be or what happened. His head hurts, the air smells fresh and clean but it’s unfamiliar. It’s chilly, there are no signs of anyone living here for a long time. It’s deserted, scraps of old newspapers blow in the wind. It’s open, concrete pillars, the only remnants still holding the building up.
Where the fuck is he? And where is Eijirou? He struggles against the ropes, trying to loosen himself as he mutters curses under his breath. There’s a click clack of heels on the concrete pavement that draws his attention and from the shadows behind him, two men stomp over to stand next to him.
One is bulky with white hair and blue eyes, wearing a serious scowl as he stares down at Katsuki and the other is slightly shorter with dual colored hair and eyes. He stares ahead into the darkness and toward the sound of the click clacking heels.
Another breeze flows through the abandoned room but this time it carries a deadly sweet scent and immediately Katsuki’s heart races. He pulls at his restraints again as the click clack gets closer and closer. The white haired man puts a hand on Katsuki's shoulder and jerks him back in his chair.
“Calm down you brainwashed bastard,” he spits.
Katsuki glares up at his captor. “Say that again when my hands are untied, Snowflake. Ya should be adressin’ me with respect,” Katsuki bites back.
“Respect? Yeah ri–”
“Natsuo…be kind to our guest.”
That voice again, ringing like a bell in Katsuki’s ears. It immediately draws his attention and as he turns to look at you, he’s bombarded with your scent, on full display and drowning him.
His mouth immediately becomes wetter and he has to swallow the spit pooling under his tongue. He shakes his leg as blood rushes to his groin, his entire body heats up and it feels as if he’s been sitting and inhaling a room full of smoke.
Click clacking heels are the first thing Katsuki hears echoing around the abandoned room. The steps grow louder as you slowly get closer. Up close he finally has the chance to observe you. You’re curvy, all thighs and tits and hips and a waist that tapers in. You’re muscular too, the muscles in your calves as you balance on the very high heels flex with their strength.
Black straps twist and turn up your legs, a dress that hardly leaves anything to the imagination is plastered against your body. It’s short, stops right before your cunt would be exposed to him. Your tits sit pretty in the dress, spilling over the heart shaped neckline and boasting your attractiveness with every heaving breath of your chest. And as you approach him, a long heavy fur coat hangs from your shoulders and trails behind you like a big fluffy tail.
Katsuki’s mouth waters, but he shakes his head and glares at you.
“Who the fuck are you?” he growls.
You smile and his heart skips a beat. What the fuck is going on?
“I think you already know who I am, don’t you?” you reply in a syrupy sweet voice.
It’s different than when you spoke back in the alley and Katsuki thinks maybe you’re putting on a show. All for his sake? For some reason that makes his cock twitch almost like it’s agreeing. He’s thankful for the very baggy sweatpants he’s wearing.
“I must admit I was very surprised to see you the first time we met. And then again in the UA sector. I know that’s your neck of the woods but you have to admit, it’s a big coincidence that you just so happened to be leaving UA the same time I was in town.”
Every lilt in your voice is like a ping of pleasure and guilt. You’re teasing him and he doesn’t understand why it’s affecting him so much. Could you have laced the building with some kind of toxin? Is that why your scent is practically irresistible right now?
“Don’t patronize me. You know why I followed you,” Katsuki spits.
“To see little ole me? Mmm you’ll make me blush,” you purr.
“You trapped me in the alley and fuckin’ kidnapped me!” Katsuki yells. It pisses him off how much you’re able to get under his skin. He needs to relax, you’;re doing all of this on purpose. He needs to fucking calm down, otherwise he plays right into your trap.
“And you still chased me into the alley knowing it’d be a trap. Why is that, I wonder?” you ask in mock curiosity. You bend over to be yeelevel with him and he can see right down your dress. You’re wearing a red lacy bra, it matches the red of your lipstick.
Katsuki grinds his teeth. Whatever you’ve laced or pumped into the air of this fucking place is messing with his mind. He tries to hold his breath, to not let your scent wash over him like a wave of destruction after a dam breaks, but you keep getting closer to him. And as you do, it makes it harder and harder to think straight.
“What did you fucking poision me with? How come no other Alpha can smell ya but I can?” he asks through his teeth.
To his shock you laugh and the sound bounces around the room and inside his head. “Another coincidence! I was going to ask you the same question.”
“What?”
You’re suddenly on him, straddling his lap and pushing your lips against his and fucking hell your scent and taste drown him. It burns through every limb in his body. You kiss him, passionately deep, tongue pushing past his bite bruised lips and feasting on his flavor; it’s a good fucking kiss. You swirl your tongue in his mouth and he realizes he really likes the way you taste.
He groans but pulls back from you and stares angrily, though he’s not sure if the anger is from being kissed or front he kiss being cut short. “Don’t fucking do that again.”
“You’re in a rut now, aren’t ya?” you hum and lick your lips, savoring the way he tastes.
“Fuckin’ can’t be. There aren’t any Omegas around to trigger it outta nowhere like this,” he replies.
“Right you are!” you squeak and bop the tip of his nose with your finger. As you shuffle off of his lap, you add “You’re a sharp cookie. No wonder they sent a rookie like you after me.”
Katsuki growls again. His eyes darken as he watches you pull the coat back up your arms.
“Fuck you,” he spits and before he can take another breath, there’s movement next to him and the white haired prick slaps him so hard, his cheek stings. He tries to blink away the tears that form in his eyes and as he focuses back on you, you waggle your index finger in front of him, scolding him like a child.
“Now now, manners. My friends don’t like rude alphas,” you chastise.
You clear your throat, as if you’re about to go into a boring bad guy monologue and he rolls his eyes, but the minute you start to speak, he’s entranced by your voice, almost forced to pay attention to every word you say.
“I’m good at my job, Mr.Dynamight. Which is why I know that you will be perfect for what I have planned–”
“So stealin’ Omegas from their homes is your job? What a joke..” Katsuki interrupts.
Unfortunately you giggle, like you aren’t even taking him seriously and then you shrug as if his words mean nothing to you.
“Semantics. You say tomato, I say tomahto.You say stealing,I say rescuing. It’s just business, you understand,” you say waving a hand nonchalantly.
Katsuki knows how to get under your skin. He likes to see your shaking resolve, the twitch of your annoyed brow, the slight drop of the smug smile on your face. You’re a criminal, but you care about those Omegas, Katsuki can feel it.
Insulting them is a quick way to get himself killed. He licks his lips, only partly aware of how dry they have become. He ignores that he can still taste you on his lips.
“You’re going to rot in Tartarus and it’s going to feel better than getting my dick sucked by one of your Omega whores, to be the one to put you there.”
He smirks evilly, a hint of gums showing as he watches your smile waver for a second. He’s got you. Check-fucking-mate.
But just as quickly as your smile disappeared, it reappears and you’re giggling again.
“You see, that’s the problem with you Alphas. You all think you’re untouchable because you’ve got showy loud quirks and because The Commission rounded you all up, told you you were special, and gave you the power to walk all over the rest of us. “
It becomes clear that Katsuki can’t activate his quirk. He gulps and glares angrily at you, blinding hot anger boiling in his gut. You return his glare with a coy smile, flick your tongue over your cherry red lips and for some reason, Katsuki can't stop staring at them.
“You thought you could walk into that club and have any kind of control over the situation? No, Mr. Dynamight. The second you crossed the threshold, you belonged to me.” You speak in a sultry slow whisper, and when you say “me” you lick your lips and Katsuki pushes the need to lick your lips as well, way deep down in his gut.
“What the fuck did you do to me?”he seethes.
You tilt your head in confusion, “Nothing yet.”
“My…quirk…” he struggles, trying now to will his palms to heat.
“Oh that! Quirk suppressant. Duh! “ you chortle, tapping your forehead playfully as if to say you’re so forgetful. "You really think I’d let you have full access to your quirk? This isn’t my first rodeo and word on the street is you’ve got a temper.”
You’re close to his face again, and he snaps his teeth at you like a chained up dog. You barely even flinch and the way you laugh at him makes his blood boil and his cock inflate.
“I’ve learned something about Alphas, Mr. Dynamight–or should I just call you Katsuki? There’s no more need for the formalities. We’ll soon be very acquainted. What I’ve learned, Katsuki, is that you all think with this first,” you grasp a handful of his cock and he groans as it twitches and shuffles the fabric of his pants. He curses under his breath when you run over his length and it starts to inflate.
“And you can’t help it. It’s in your nature,” you say pointing to his heart and running a ruby red fingernail down the thin fabric of his white shirt. He shivers, fuck what are you doing to him? Is it a quirk you’re using? He’s sure he read your file correctly, you’re a fucking Beta.
You pace back and forth in front of him as you regale him with tales of the past. “They used to tell tales—well before it became illegal and punishable by an undeserved death— of how Alphas were strong but chaotic. Taking whomever they wanted, guided by their noses and pure instinct to find mates. So archaic and distracting at least according to the Commission,”you say shrugging.
Your expression changes suddenly and it’s vicious, your teeth are bared, your eyes darken and your voice holds a twinge of malice as you speak.
“But that was before the Commission stepped in, gave you all a little pill, and made you perfect little civilized soldiers; no more instincts, no more scenting, no more bonding, no more being your wild savage selves. Just strong hulking Alphas who will listen to every command.”
“and yet….they haven’t been able to change you.”
You bend down in front of him, get really close to his face. He can smell your breath, it’s a mix of cherry chapstick, tequila and something else sweet he can’t figure out but it makes his mouth water. He’s panting like a thirsty tied up dog and you parade around in front of him like a proud bunny who’s escaped its hunter.
Katsuki doesn’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. The Commission contracts UA Deviants to act as safety and security for the city. They’d given a brief history about Alphas instincts and how they were a distraction but the daily supplement, Pheromone, was supposed to control that. At least that's what Katsuki had always been taught.
“The fuck are you talkin’ about? I’m calm and focused, otherwise I woulda ripped your fucking throat out by now,” he spits and hisses through his teeth.
You lean back and smirk, raising your eyebrows in mock surprise. “Are you really? Shall we test it out then?”
You shuffle out of your coat and wave your hand to the two men standing next to him. They quickly leave the room, but not before giving you a look full of concern and flashing a look of pure hate back at him. Katsuki notices the small nod of affirmation you give the one named Natsuo.
The one with the dual colored hair eyes stays fixed on you and Katsuki gets the feeling there’s something else going on between the two of you. The way his gaze lingers on you, the way he watches you intently, the way he walks on his tiptoes as if he’s poised and ready to step in front of you to shield you from danger.
That man is in love with you, and the realization makes something scalding hot grow deep in the pits of Katsuki’s stomach. He almost bites his tongue off trying to keep the growl inside his throat when you gently touch the man’s cheek and give him a reassuring smile. He nods and flashes Katsuki another suspicious look before he follows Natsuo out of the room.
“Let’s have some fun testing the theory,” you suggest with a smile, “You’ll like it I promise. Right now your body is telling you that you wanna fuck me. Everything in you is drawn to me, I am an aphrodisiac to you. You want me, bad. That’s this thinking, remember?“ you grab his cock again and this time he thrusts his hips up into your grasp and breathes out a growl.
“And if I’m being quite honest, that’s never happened to me before. Which means…you are different. And if you’re different you may be able to help me achieve my goals,” you continue, gently stroking the tent in his pants.
Katsuki tries to keep his cool, to keep his head above the erotic waters you seek to drown him in. “I ain’t helping you with shit,” he manages to slur.
You put a finger to his lips and he can’t stop the groan that slips past them. “Now what did I say about manners? Besides, I knew you wouldn’t just agree so I called in help.”
The two men return with Eijirou slumped over as they drag him into the room. He looks terrible. Weak, beaten up, eyes swollen and black, arm awkwardly hanging out of socket. Katsuki watches in horror, calling out to his friend and sighing when he hears him groan in response.
As the men set Eijirou down in front of you, you smile like he’s a gift you’ve been waiting forever to receive. “So here’s the deal. Either you agree to be my little Alpha helper OR you refuse, and I kill someone you love every 5 hours on the dot. Until there’s no one left.”
You bend down in front of Eijirou and he glares at your bright lovely smile. You grasp his cheeks between your long painted fingernails and kiss him on the forehead, leaving a deep red print of your lips. Then you slowly stand and put the nozzle of the gun against the print and pull the safety off, your finger hovering over the trigger.
“Starting with this one. Which is a total shame by the way, he's really cute.”
Katsuki should be worried. Eijirou’s normal sweet smell of oranges is tainted with a coppery metallic scent that makes him gag. And when the oranges mix with the sickeningly sweet smell of cherry and jasmine, it doesn’t make him as nauseous as he’d assume. In fact, it angers him, it makes him clench his fists in the cuffs that hold him.
He wants you to kiss him, not Eijirou. Which is fucking disgusting. Katsuki stares into your eyes, trying to get a read on you. You’re just a puny little woman. You’re not even an Alpha, like hell he’ll be intimidated by you.
“Tsk bull shit. You’re talkin all this shit cuz you laced me with a quirk suppressant. You think cuz you wave a gun around and hide from everyone that you’re tough? You ain’t tough. And I ain’t doing shit for you. So go ahead. Shoot ‘em.”
It’s quiet for a beat and then you smile.
“Ok.”
The gunshot is loud and quick and Katsuki struggles in the chair he’s tied to like a trapped caged animal. Blood pools from the newly formed hole in Eijirou’s leg and he howls in pain.
“FUCK!”
You put a hand to your cheek, “Oh I’m so sorry. My aim is terrible. But I won’t miss next time…” you reply, pointing the gun back to Eiji’s head and stare directly into Katsuki’s eyes and for some reason he knows you aren’t bluffing this time. “I promise.” You say coldly.
“You crazy bitch!” Katsuki growls and as he does your evil smile twists larger on your lovely face. His words, though spit with contempt and disgust, drip with desire. His hands twitch at his side, eager to touch and pinch and squeeze you.
“The crazy bitch. Though, the logistics don’t matter.The choice is yours and you may wanna pick up the pace before your poor pretty friend bleeds out here,” you purr.
Katsuki has to think quickly. He’s sure you’ll kill Eijirou. The threat you pose is serious and if he wants to get Eiji out of here alive and keep all the rest of the people in his life safe he’ll have to comply. Which means…
Fuck. This is going to suck.
Or is it?
“Fine!” he shouts and the proud smug grin you flash him almost makes him throw up.
Your lips twist up into a Cheshire Cat grin. “Excellent,” you purr. You’re fucking enjoying this.
In seconds, you're straddling him again and Natsuo is dragging Eijirou’s groaning body away. Katsuki hardly has anytime to see where he’s dragging his friend before all of his senses are invaded by you.
You kiss him again, a peck, one where your lips barely touch his. And when he cranes his neck up to taste more of you, you dip the tip of your tongue out to lick his lips before torturing him with a hum of pleasure.
Katsuki is throbbing, no aching for you. His cock is twitching, jumping in excitement at the warmth radiating from your core. He gazes into your eyes and surmises that that was a bad decision. He’s lost, watching the way your pupils dilate as you smile and twist your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
He groans softly, then sucks air through his teeth when you tug back on his hair hard to expose his neck and adam's apple.
“Fuck…” he grumbles but it’s drowned in desire, needy pleading desire.
“Hmm…what was that you said about getting your dick sucked?” You ask him. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and glares at you. He knew that comment would get him fucked up.
You slide down his body, nudging his legs open to situate yourself perfectly between them. And when you tug at the waistband of his pants and briefs to yank them down, he can’t help but lift up in the chair to help them move down his thighs easily.
His cock is before you now, burning an embarrassing shade of red and trickling pre like a broken fountain. It glistens as it slowly oozes down his shaft. Your fingernail, though sharp and painted a forbidden red, traces a prominent vein that leads right down to a nest of coily king hair and plump heavy balls.
“Tell me something Katsuki, does putting me in jail make you feel better than when I do this? “
Your tongue hangs out of your mouth and Katsuki’s cock is pulsing, pre beading at the tip of his cock as he holds his breath and keeps his eyes locked on the little pink muscle inching closer and closer to his cock.
Katsuki closes his eyes. His breath hitches in his chest as he prepares to feel the wet tickle of your tongue but it never comes. He feels as if his heart is pounding in his chest and he’s sure you can hear it clear as day.
He’s never been a patient man, and he’s not looking for a lesson in it right now so he growls through clenched teeth, “Just fucking lick it already.”
The tip of your tongue moves slowly up, tracing the vein like a calligraphist on fresh white paper. You hum as you move, smiling up at him with a devilish grin. Katsuki’s fingers dig into his palms as he struggles against the ropes tied around his wrists behind him. He wants to grab your face, force your mouth down on his cock, feel you gag and take all of him down your throat.
But you’re fucking teasing him, playing games with him as your hot breath tickles his balls. He grinds his teeth so hard he thinks they may break and his eyes are closed so tight he’s starting to see stars in the darkness. You hold his face between your nimble little fingers and squeeze until he opens his eyes.
“No. You don’t get to close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else. You’ll get to know it was me that made you feel this good, “ you purr and Katsuki groans in response.
“That’s a good boy,” you praise and something, not a growl but more like a purr rumbles in his chest at the praise.
His reward is your mouth, your luscious red lips wrapping around his fat cock head and sucking. Your head bobs up and down slowly and you’re even gracious enough to cup his balls and gently fondle them as you take him down your throat.
He sighs, holy fucking shit he’s never felt like this. Sure he’s had women take his cock down their throats, but yours is hotter, wetter, tighter, better than anyone he’s ever done this with.
Is it because you’re bad? Is it because he shouldn't be doing it? Some freaks get off on the forbidden shit but it’s never been something he’s into. So why?
Why do you feel so fucking good?
And why doesn’t he want you to stop?
“You’re really getting off on this aren’t you? Like the way I look on my knees in front of you, don’t you?” you ask as you pop off of his cock.
He shudders from the absence of you and again you giggle that stupid fucking teasing musical sound.
“It’s a power thing isn’t it? I’m below you and that makes you feel powerful, doesn’t it?” you ask.
Katsuki’s mind is hazy, clouded with the thought of you and the only thing that brings him back to reality is you reaching up to grab his face again and squeezing so hard your nails leave an indentation in his skin.
“Answer me Katsuki. Use your words please,” you chastise darkly.
“Y…yes… fuck…” is all he can manage to get out through pursed lips.
“I knew it. Hey, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. You’ll have to learn how to be obedient if you wanna get you and your friend outta here alive,” you reply, like a mom telling a child to be good…or else.
He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about any of it. About the Deviants, about Ei, about getting out alive. All that matters now is you. All that matters to him is knowing that you’ll touch him again.”
“I don’t ca–” he rambles.
“Hmm what’s that?” You laugh, putting a hand to your ear like you’re having trouble hearing him. “ You don’t care? Really? I thought you did. Well then, what is it that you want Katsuki?”
Stop fucking sayin’ my name like that.
He can’t take it, his heart is beating way too fast, his vision seems like it’s going blurry, he snarls like a rabid dog as he sits, gnashing his teeth in the chair. You stand slowly, pulling your large fur coat back up your arms and licking your lips. You slip the straps of your dress off your arms and shimmy it down your body. It falls in a heap at your feet and you’re left with just your bra and panties, digging into the plump flesh of your hips.
He tries to turn away from you, maybe not seeing you will help him regain his focus. But you pull the black lace panties down your legs and wave them in front of his face before grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving them under his nose. The burning smell of your slick makes him growl and whimper.
Breed. He needs to breed. He needs to mate.
Lifting a heeled foot to rest between the tiny space on the chair between his legs, you bend down, grab his face again and turn it so his nose is inches from yours.
“Look at me and tell me what you want, Katsuki.”
He wants you to let him go. He wants you to let Ei go. He wants to take your snarky self-assured ass in and toss you into Tartarus and never have to look at your fucking face again.
But he doesn’t say any of that.
“Want…p…please… can’t take it anymore just…”
“Hmm?” you hum, dragging your lips against his, he nips at them before you pull away and raise an eyebrow in mock curiosity.
Something snaps inside of him, a string tethering him to all senses of logic, of morality, of being a respectable Deviant. It snaps and all that’s left inside him is the primal need to breed.
“Fuck me!” Katsuki roars and without missing a beat, you straddle him, rubbing your hot cunt against his throbbing dick. You lean against him, reaching your arms back behind him.
You cut the ropes holding his arms and he pauses, staring up at you in disbelief. Your cocky fucking smile never leave, he’s sick of it, he’s sick of you. You’ve released his hands, he could kill you right now, could wrap his hands around your pretty little neck and squeeze the life from you.
The world seems to stop spinning for only a minute, and then Katsuki is on you. He lifts out of the chair and slams you on the concrete below. His hands clumsily tear the fur coat off of your arms and reach under your back to unclip your bra.
He’s panting, growling, grunting and moaning as he ruts against your cunt and throws your bra to the side. His body moves on its own, kissing and licking and sucking and biting your tits as your legs wrap around his waist.
He takes his weeping cock into his hands, rubs it through your soaking folds and then plunges inside of you with a snarling growl that sounds like an animal howling in the night.
Fuck you’re so hot and tight, tighter than anyone’s he’s ever fucked. He can feel his cock carving into your walls, molding around him as he pushes into you so roughly his balls slap your ass. When he’s bottomed out you both cry out.
Your moans make him throb inside of you, he’s making you feel good. Those moans are just for him, he wants to hear you scream, watch you stretch as his knot plugs you up when he pumps you full of cum. Your thighs wrap tighter around his waist and you nudge him forward with the heels of your feet.
“Move, now.” You command.
Katsuki pulls his hips back then pounds into you, once, twic, three times setting a deep stroke and pace that rivals no one. He rolls into you, feels you tighten with each thrust. His mind is hazy, he doesn’t know where he is anymore, doesn’t know about anything except fucking you.
It’s way better than any sex he’s had with any Beta or Omega. His first—fuck he can’t even remember her name right now—was good, great even. She was warm and wet and tight and she’d let Katsuki whisper the filthiest shit in her ear. And when he was finished and did his duty, he told her he’d keep in touch, visit her sometime in the nursery, maybe even see the kid.
But now he can barely recall the memory. All that fills his mind is you. Your scent, your tits, your ass, your thighs, your cunt. All his.
Fuck he won’t last long and he hates it. He wants it to go quickly and he hates it. He wants it to last forever and he fucking hates it.
Pull out. He needs to fucking pull out. He stares into your eyes, trying to ground himself to pull himself out of the heat of his rut. This isn’t breeding duty, this isn’t some Omega he was assigned to. You’re a fucking criminal, a maniacal psychopath. Ain’t no way he’s gonna mix his DNA with the likes of you.
You arch your back, riding out your orgasm as you wail in pleasure. Katsuki’s hip stutters,he desperately clings to reality, repeating to himself over and over, “You are a criminal” and then he pulls out of you quickly and coats your stomach in loads of white sticky cum. He throws his head back, stroking himself as he pumps more and more cum onto your glistening skin.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters to himself, panting as he tries to catch his breath. You’re panting with him , chest heaving as you watch his twitch from the intensity of his release. When he finally meets your eye again, that studpid fucking smirk of yours is back, and before he can utter a “the fuck are you smilin at?” you’re pulling him down to connect your lips with his.
This kiss is different, it makes sparks fly through his belly, it’s sweet, romantic, the way you’d kiss a lover. It’s so much different from the cocky teasing kiss you bestowed upon him before. His heart races and he moans softly against your lips, letting his tongue flick against your plump bottom lip.
This isn’t the way he’d kiss an enemy he was forced to fuck. This kiss is more. Which only causes more problems.
Katsuki regains his focus quickly and pulls away from you but is quickly lost in the hypnotic sea that is your eyes. Gently you reach up to caress his cheek, there’s a genuine softness in your eyes, something in you that seems like it’s signaling him. A tug on his heart that tells his mind, “Protect.” He lets you pull him back down to your lips, littering sloppy lazy kisses up and down his jaw.
“Hmmm, one of these days I’ll tell you a big secret,” you hum.
The lazy kiss turns into something more passionate as you reach around to run your fingers through his hair. Again he moans into your mouth and his cock grows hard again against your thigh.
“Until then…,” you whisper in his ear and your voice is like velvet, smooth and seductive and fuck, it russels around his brain for way too long before he realizes you’ve tugged his hair and shoved a needle into his neck.
“Shh shh it’s ok. This’ll just make you a little sleepy, but don’t worry Katsuki, you'll see me again. And remember this is our little secret. You tell anyone, and your friends and family are dead.”
With one last sweet kiss on his cheek you mutter “See you soon,” and he falls into the black void of unconsciousness.
sukuna who lost all his self respect from the day he married you and the night he was first deep in your cunt. had him rolling his eyes back and his legs almost going numb from how warm and tight you squeezed around him. he had to on top- his beefy resting on your wide childbearing hips as you slammed down on him causing him to release the load he was trying to hold. he felt so stimulated and you had his cock twitching without you even knowing. when you tried to ask him what’s wrong he asked to go again practically begging. he wouldn’t and he couldn’t get his mind off how the white fitted corset pinched your waistline and squeezed your breast so tight they could pop out whenever you breath, or the bustling full-skirt that hid those thighs he wanted to be between. whenever you’d look over to him exposing those pearly whites if yours. sometimes in the morning he would kick out the maids and butlers out of the room to lay you down on the table and bang you right there. you didn’t know what to grab on for support to save yourself from his hard thrust. you would cry out and whimper when the plates crash on the ground but he didn’t stop. you would be so shy about the incident after and you would feel so bad about how you didn’t even get to taste the food they took their time with. he couldn’t control himself so when you came to meet him he offer you to sit on his face with no shame at it. sukuna’s body on the carpet while his head rested on the end of the throne and you hovered over his face while your legs were resting beside his head. slurping, and sucking noises echoed the room and you tried to keep quiet but no matter what he wouldn’t stop shoving his face deeper into your wet cunt. “ wait- someone could come innn!!” you protest grabbing the throne to light yourself up but you’d get yank back down to his face while feeling the laces of your corset untied. “ no one is gonna interrupt me and my wife- fuck sit back down” and you would lost it, wanting to bury yourself 6 feet deep down in the dirt when someone would walk in
All around you, you can’t help but feel it. You can’t help but feel his warmth.
“How about the name Silva?” Illumi’s voice is almost painfully quiet as he delivers another question to you from behind. In the meantime, his hand moves from your waist to slide over your stomach- your very swollen stomach. “What do you think about that one?”
Your face twists up in a pout as you try to turn your head to look at your husband. But you’re quickly distracted by the feeling of his hand spreading across your belly, pressing ever so lightly on your stomach. It’s far from enough pressure to cause you any sort of discomfort. In fact, it’s just enough to pull your gaze back to his hand as his thumb starts to rub small, small circles into your skin.
At the same time, his other hand gets to work in the shadows. It slips below your parted legs as your sit prettily in his lap. You hardly even notice it at first when he makes a grab for the meat of your thigh- squeezing it gently before moving your leg to ensure that you’re spreading out even further for him. It causes you to lean back into his chest with a sharp breath. And of course, he’s ready for that too as his body oh-so subtly followed behind you with a roll of his hips. Effectively sheathing and trapping his hard cock inside of your pussy once more.
Licking your lips, you let out another sigh, content with the feeling of being so full. It’s a good feeling. A great feeling, even. Still being able to sit in his lap and take all of him despite how far along you are in your pregnancy. Admittedly you had your fears in the beginning. You thought imagined so many awful scenarios in your head. Of him wanting to leave once he found out you were pregnant. Him wanting nothing to do with you once he saw your body change. But those horrible thoughts had been chased away ever since you told him the big news. Those horrible thoughts of yours have nothing on the way Illumi presses a kiss to your temple every time his hand smoothes over your bump.
Still, despite his seemly good intentions, you know his aim right now. You know exactly why he’s doing this. Why he’s making you feel so incredibly soft and adored and cared for right now. And it all has to do with the name he just pitched.
And unfortunately for you, it’s working.
“Silva?” You ask, your eyebrows drawing together as your own hand raises up to place itself on top of the one Illumi has settled on your stomach. It’s mesmerizing watching the hands of a skilled assassin take on such an innocent activity with such grace. If you knew nothing about your husband or his family, you would have absolutely no idea that the man who was currently plugging up your fluttering walls was a trained killer. No idea at all. “Isn’t that…your father’s name?”
“It is.” He answers you simply. It’s accented with him leaning forward ever so slightly and turning his head. The kiss he places on your cheek is light. Sweet. Cute, even. It’s hard to think about cute when even his slightest movements the dick buried inside of your stirring up your insides. He chuckles as you give out a pleasure-filled cry, as if he finds your oversensitive body more amusing than anything else in the world. But you have no desire to be mad at him. Not when he’s been so, so, so good to you and the little one inside of you all this time. “It’s a good name though. Powerful name for a boy.”
“Right…” You murmur, a small smile spreading across your lips as the hand on your thigh starts to squeeze and massage your skin once more. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow his arm, watching as the muscles of his toned bicep rippled and moved as you played with your soft body. It’s an old habit of his. Putting his hands on every single part of your body during every single moment the two of you were together. And you would be lying if you said you hated it. Just like you’d be lying if you said that what he was doing right now wasn’t making you melt even further into his awaiting arms “...any other ideas, Illumi?”
“No.” He saws almost immediately with another kiss on your cheek. “Just the one.”
At that, a giggle escapes you. His admiration for his family is… well, admirable. Of course, you always had some other ideas besides naming your baby Silva but you figured that be a conversation for another time. A time when you weren’t so distracted and when Illumi wasn’t so distracting. Besides, you had another question you wanted to ask him. One that was just sitting on the tip of your tongue, waiting for its chance to escape.
“And…what about if it’s a girl?” You ask quietly, gently patting the hand he has on your stomach with one of your own. This time you do succeed in turning your head to look at him, curious about what he would have to say about that question. “Have any ideas for a girl? Or…would you are you thinking of naming her Kikyo?”
Like with most of your jokes, your husband doesn’t react very visibly despite the teasing lilt your voice takes on. But this time, there’s a change. A change you don’t think you’ve noticed before as he goes completely silent and his expression turns thoughtful. Yet he doesn’t ever stop looking at you as his thumb draws its circles and circles into your skin. And you? You never falter from his gaze. You never look away from his eyes. You never shy away from his smiles. Not anymore at least.
Because you know who he is. Despite his background. Despite his skills. Despite his job. His flaws. His character. His family. Despite everything. You know who he is. But you don’t run. You don’t hide. No, you just melt and melt and melt into his embrace. You let his hands play with your body. You let his lips touch your skin.
“No…she wouldn’t be named after my mother. Our daughter would have to have a different name.”
Because around you feel it.
“She would have to have a name as prettier as I know she would be…”
cw: dark content. stalking. murder. toxic/yandere behavior. pregnancy mention.
a/n: it’s been a while since I wrote for Illumi damn.
The longer the man in your direct path attempts to hold your attention, the faster he careens to an untimely death. Of course, the young man before you is none the wiser, barely noticing the nervous tap in your foot as he continues to chat you up to the best of his ability. If he knew what were good for him, he’d move out of your way, but usually men of this sort don’t - not the type of man who’d put out his cigarette and corner you on your way out of a convenience store in the dead of night, engaging you in conversation you are not interested in.
“All I’m saying is that it’s dangerous out there, and perhaps you should consider letting me accompany you home,” he finishes his proposition. The smile on his face is sleazy, but just that is not enough to warrant death. He leans over, eyes running up and down your form as though you’re not shrouded in an oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants that reveal very little about your shape or condition.
The calm demeanor on your face does not betray the fact that your heart is starting to pick up in pace. From the moment he started talking, you’ve been counting in time with an internal stopwatch. You’re close to 2 minutes, perhaps 3. You’re surprised he’s still breathing.
