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ttodorokiii · 1 year
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animal (m)
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synopsis. Bakugou can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.
warnings. explicit sex, kissing, unprotected sex [BE SMART IRL AND WRAP IT!] biting, obsessed bakugou, he is so lovesick :((, but he’s very horny, rough sex, he fucks you between a door n him, strong bakugou, borderline yandere bakugou 😵‍💫🫡
note. hihi I’m back! Plz send asks because I missed y’all so much n also warning, this is messy n cringe. PLZ SEND THIRST ASKS ANYTIME OR JUST ASKS TALK TO MEEEEE! share feedback!
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Katsuki has no self control when it comes to you.
You are irresistible to him, he is so helpless when it comes to you. What is it about that gets him so hot and bothered, just one look at you? He’s hard.
You get him so horny without doing anything at all, you’re washing dishes? He’s mesmerised by you, with the way your hands work, the way you’re so focused on doing them.
It gets him. He feels so dumb, he should feel disgusting at himself for being so horny about the most normal things you do.
It’s disgusting, but he can’t control it. You’d be so embarrassed if you could hear his thoughts, you’d leave him.
He’s so addicted to fucking you, feeling you in the deepest and most intimate way he can, your lips, your nose, your damn e/c eyes, that seductive gaze you give him.
You’re the most sexiest woman he’s ever laid his eyes on,
If only people knew just how much of a whore their beloved number two hero, dynamite is for his woman. They’d find him pathetic. He doesn’t give a single fuck though.
You are his. He could fuck you forever and he wouldn’t get tired. God, he loves you so much.
Katsuki isn’t good with words or let alone expressing his feelings out loud, he is obsessed with you, he’s so crazy for you but he is unable to express it.
Unless it’s through intimacy.
So that’s why he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat, breathing so loudly into your ear as you yelp, breathless, his large palm holding the back of your neck so you’re looking straight into his wild ruby eyes, clouded with love.
“Fuck! love you s’much princess!” Bakugou confesses into the shell of your ear, his voice rough and husky, you can’t respond because the high of the pleasure is too much for you to handle. He knows your body so well.
He knows your spots. Your man knows how to fuck you so good, you whimper, your nails scratching on his skin, he’s so strong, holding your legs effortlessly when you lose yourself into him.
He feels so good inside you. You’re sure you see stars right now.
He pounds into that spot once again and you moan out loud, digging your nails once again into his flesh. Bakugou moans too, it spurns him on more, the man is a stallion, holding you in place while rutting into you feverishly.
“S-So good, suki!” You praise your husband. Bakugou grands your nipple and gives it a gentle pinch, driving you insane.
“My baby, fuck… love you so fucking much.” He presses his lips impatiently to yours, his kiss is passionate, swallowing your breath.
“‘m gonna fuck you so good because you deserve it baby, I love you so much.”
He is so passionate, so gentle yet rough. You could never get used to his touch truly, it still makes your skin ignite, just one touch and your body’s on fire.
“My princess.” He finally stops kissing you. “Hope you have the energy because we’re not going to sleep tonight.”
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mikulovingtrash · 11 months
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Dating Katsuki is funny because he's been waking up bright and early at 5:00 am since his U.A days. As the days go by, you stop waking up by yourself, instead, you wake up next to a warm lingering feeling in the bed. That warm feeling eventually turns to Katsuki, even though it's 10:00, way later than he used to wake up. When you ask him about it, all you get is him pulling your body closer, telling you to go back to bed.
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mcsacaria-blog · 6 months
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Sorrow P1
Warnings: A-A-Angst!! Cheating character, intercourse, depressed reader, tattoos, piercings, hair dying, delayed emotions, mental illness (not outright stated buttt 🤷🏻‍♀️)
A/N: I didn’t cry while typing this 👀
I walk through the front door with enthusiasm. Once I place my bags down I call out to Katsuki but receive no response “Katsuki, handsome I’m home! I brought your favorite!” The house remains silent until I walk through the dinning room and into the living room. I hear some kind of noise coming from the bedroom. I try to process what I’m hearing as I walk up the stairs to our shared bedroom. I blink and furrow my brows at the strange sounds as I open the bedroom door. My heart shatters into a million pieces as I outline every detail of what I’m witnessing. Katsuki my boyfriend of 5 years and fiancé of 2 is pounding my classmate, Uraraka into our shared bed. I freeze. I’m incapable of registering how katsuki immediately jumps off the bed not even having the decency to pull up his boxers and attempts to lay down excuses. My head feel like the definition of white noise as I blink slowly. I don’t even hear what is it he’s saying, I turn around abruptly go back down the stairs and walk out the front door with sorrow instead of enthusiasm this time. Meanwhile Bakugou is following after me tragically calling for me. I start my car and shut the door. Bakugou runs up to my window and the slam of his hands on my window seems to be the moment I snap out of my trance, “Sapphire! Baby, please! W-where are you going?!” Just come inside and we can talk things out! I feel my mind and now empty chest freeze over at the thought of “talking things out”. I slowly turn toward him and look at him with empty, glass eyes as I start my car and pull out of the driveway, not bothering to make sure I don’t run him over or get in an accident. As I drive my mind starts racing along with my car. 48mph——65mph.. 80mph and eventually 100mph. I have no clue where I’m going and I don’t care. I just need.. nothing. I need to be somewhere, where nothing is wrong.. where nothing can go wrong. I continue driving for at least 7 hours until I run out of gas and clonk on the side of the highway. I sit in the drivers side in complete silence. My unwilling eyes look at my car clock, 1:07am it reads. I stare into the abyss for what feels like hours.. feeling nothing. Eventually the sun comes back around to bring its morning light. I rub my eyes and breathe through my nose as I get out of my car or should I say Bakugou's “gift-to-me-car”. I start walking in the breakdown lane of the highway until I reach an exit labeled exit 45 ↗️ to Aomori. I decide this one is sufficient and I continue to walk until I reach an ATM and a hotel that look decent. I extract all my earnings for mine and Bakugous joint bank account and decide to set up in one of the inns. As the hotel keeper hands me the room key, “Here you are, enjoy your stay!” I look up at her and give her a small empty smile. I go into the hotel room I feel the cold sheets and smell the crisp hotel ventilated air. I rest on the bed not putting in effort to change clothes or even brush my teeth.
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craftycheetah · 1 year
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fever pt.2
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CW: fingering, heats, ruts, biting, knotting, unprotected sex, doggystyle, missionary, oral (f receiving), fighting, mild blood, harassment
Taglist: @pharaohanubis0​ @alsodynamigari​
WC: 14.6k
mina opens the door for katsuki, playfully swooning at his white shirt stretched across his chest. “you look yummy.”
“don’t say that. where’s tiny?”
“y/n~” mina calls to your bedroom door but there’s no response. “one sec.”
katsuki watches her skip to your room, shutting the door. he hears both of you talk back and forth until mina shoves you out of the room.
“you look fine, stop worrying.”
you look up at katsuki and turn around in embarrassment. “oh my god he looks so good and i look terrible!”
you’re wearing a pastel pink plaid skirt with white long sleeve scoop neck shirt paired with white chunky wedges and thigh high socks to tie it all together. all bought by katsuki and maybe a little too casual for a fashion show and dinner.
“no you don’t, you look so cute,” mina grins.
you inhale deeply and turn back around to face katsuki. “okay, hi.”
‘fuck, she looks cute.’
“i like your hair,” he comments.
you touch your braids. “are you making fun of me for what happened with the whole hair thing when we met?”
katsuki’s alpha yells at him for the comment. “no, i mean it. your hair looks nice with the curls at the end.”
“thank you, katsuki,” you smile.
katsuki holds out his hand. “are you ready?”
you nod and let out a slight purr as you take his hand and walk out the door with him.
“have fun! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!” mina calls out as you walk to the elevator.
you giggle and nod as katsuki rolls his eyes. “i heard there’s not much she wouldn’t do,” he mutters.
“she’s very experimental,” you laugh and press the button on the panel.
“have you two ever…?” he trails off vaguely.
your face heats up as you look away. “w-why would you ask me that?”
“she was really comfortable taking your heat toy out.”
“ mina’s my best friend and we’ve been through a lot together.”
“so…”
you huff. “there was that one time after this guy dumped me like a week before my heat a few years ago. but that’s it, i swear!”
katsuki’s alpha growls lowly at the thought of someone else touching you but he holds it back since you trust mina. he kisses your cheek and smirks to himself when you get slightly flustered. 
“good. my parent’s show starts in about half an hour,” he tells you as you both step outside.
“sounds good. where’s the show, anyway?”
“nakagi hotel.”
you gasp loudly at the name. “the nakagi hotel?!”
nakagi hotel was so high end only big shots and celebrities got to stay there.
“i’ve always wanted to go there,” you squeal and hold his hand, bouncing excitedly. “i heard the restaurant grows their own veggies on the roof. is that true?”
“i dunno, probably.”
“do the chandeliers twinkle like stars?”
he shrugs. “maybe.”
you squeal again and hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m so excited! thank you katsuki!” you stretch on your toes—despite your heels he’s still annoyingly taller than you—to plant kisses on his cheeks and jaw.
“hey hey, you’re covering me with your sticky ass lip gloss!” he protests.
“oh. sorry,” you mumble, retracting your hands.
‘shit.’ “maybe a couple more…”
“yay!” you give him one last kiss, this one a little longer than the others, and rub your cheek on his collar despite your scent patch.
“why do you wear that stupid thing?” he scoffs. and opens the passenger door for you.
“i don’t want alphas to go into a frenzy,” you explain. “omegas are required by law to wear them in public spaces.”
“you don't gotta worry about them when i'm with you. besides,” he trails off, lifting your scent patch and taking a deep whiff, letting out a deep growl-like rumble. “the only alpha who should smell you is me.”
you feel your face heat up as he pulls away and starts the car.
“katsuki, don’t do that!” you whine, covering your face.
“but you smell so good. like a freshly baked butterscotch cookie.”
“you smell nice too. like.” you smell his neck. “like making caramel by a fire.”
‘omega likes our scent. claim her!’
he shakes his head to get rid of the thought. “we’re gonna be late.”
“ooh this is gonna be so much fun!”
katsuki chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls out of the curb, driving towards the hotel.
*
your eyes widen as you look around the massive lobby.everything bathes it warm light that makes the white walls shine. “wow, it's so pretty,” you marvel.
“close your jaw pretty girl before you catch flies,” katsuki chuckles.
“everythings just so fancy—ooh look at the chandelier!” you point upwards.
“yeah, it's very shiny. c'mon before we're late.”
you look over at him and grab his hand. “lead the way,” you chime, happily letting him lead you outside into the garden.
you ‘ooh’ at the set up, standing next to the raised glass runway lit up by soft blue lights. “pretty.”
‘you’re prettier,’ he thinks.
“katsukiiiiiii!” a shrill voice calls from somewhere down the grass. “katsuki is that you?!”
“shit,” he sighs, subtly letting out irritated pheromones.
“what’s wrong?” you ask.
“my hag.”
“hag?”
“katsuki bakugou, you have some nerve coming here and not letting me know—oh! i didn’t know we had another model. she’s kind of short but i have the perfect outfit she can wear,” a tall woman that looks like a gender-bent, carbon copy of katsuki. “why do you smell stressed?”
“i’m fine,” he growls before calming down when you try to hide behind him and let out soft, calming pheromones.
she grasps your wrist. “come dear, let’s get you dressed.”
“i’m not a model, ma’am,” you squeak out.
“no? but you look like one.”
“she’s with me,” katsuki speaks up and pulls you close to him.
“hmm? oh. oh! i see, so how did you meet this one? in one of your little clubs like the last one?”
“shut up, hag, she’s different,” katsuki grumbles.
“but i did meet you in a club…”
“that’s beside the point. you’re different,” he says to you. 
“it’s not that big a deal,” you reassure him then turn to the woman. “i’m just a plus one. it’s nice to meet you.”
“you too. i’m katsuki’s mother, mitsuki.”
“...are you sure? you just…you look really good.” 
“oh, you're so sweet! katsuki, are you sure you found her in your club?”
“let’s go sit down,” he grumbles, softly tugging you along.
“bye mrs. bakugou,” you smile as she watches you follow katsuki to your reserved seats. 
‘she seems nice, and he looks happy,’ mitsuki thinks as she watches katsuki look fondly at you while helping you sit, draping an arm over your shoulder. ‘im happy for him.’
about ten minutes later the show began as the lights along the runway lit up and started swirling around the glass.
‘ladies and gentlemen, people of all presentations, welcome to sakura sunset.”
the models all walk up and down the runway one after another. you look up at them and gasp in wonder at the detailed sunset coloured outfits. ‘so pretty,’ you think.
you notice one of the male models wink at you as he walks past in an orange and brown outfit.
‘oh…’ you think as your cheeks warm before chirping softly when katsuki pulls you closer and kisses the top of your scent patch, side-eyeing the other alpha as he walks towards the curtain in the back.
‘asshole.’
you lean on him, purring as he keeps kissing your neck. “there are people around.”
“don’t care. you’re with me. people should know that,” he grumbles and softly bites above the patch and makes a hickey, laving his tongue over it.
“stop,” you chastise half heartedly and pull away to watch the beautiful mix of traditional and modern fashion. you’ve always known the bakugou’s were talented in their fashion but seeing it in person hits different. maybe you can get a cheaper piece for yourself.
once the show was over you stood in the private lounge area, near the buffet table, softly nibbling on one of the crackers they had for guests and sipped on a small flute of seltzer.
while you’re figuring out where to throw a salmon bite you realise you don’t like, your nose picks up a strong smell very close to you. sandalwood with a hint of something zesty.
“hey.”
you turn and come face to chest with the alpha who winked at you from the runway.
“hi,” you smile politely—putting the salmon bite in a tissue. “you’re the model in the hakama pants. they looked really good.”
he runs a hand through his dark hair. “thank babe. names shindo yo. what’s yours?”
“l/n y/n.”
“pretty name for a pretty lady.”
you giggle nervously but your omega preens at the praise. “thank you.”
“what’s someone like you doing down here? you should've been on stage with me.”
“i’m a plus one.”
“so who’s the lucky alpha? or beta?”
“me,” a voice growls from behind the brunet.
“katsuki! hi,” you chirp. “did you try the salmon bites? they’re kinda gross.”
“bakugou katsuki, it’s been a while,” shindo grins as katsuki glares at him. “how’ve you been?”
“shindo,” katsuki grumbles and shoves past him to talk to you. “you okay, pretty girl?”
you nod and keep drinking from your flute. “the seltzer’s really good,” you hum. “is shindo one of your friends? he looks like deku.”
“we’re not friends. ”
shindo puts his arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re best friends. katsuki and i modelled together years ago before he stopped. also, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”
katsuki growls low in his throat and shrugs him off. “no, we’re not.”
you look at the two before shrugging and continuing to drink your seltzer while you browse through the rest of the snack options.
“how did someone like you find a plus one this beautiful? is she an escort?” he whispers quiet enough for only katsuki to hear.
katsuki snarls at him. “no, fuck off.”
you pick up a tiny sandwich and bite, scrunching up your nose at the taste. ‘fancy food sucks…’
“so you don’t mind if i tried to…”
“back off, knothead, she’s with me,” he snaps. “y/n, we’ll be late for dinner.”
you turn around, your cheeks slightly puffed up from the crackers. “mm?” you swallow and wipe your mouth. “okay. bye shindo.”
“don’t talk to him,” katsuki grumbles as he leads you away.
“shouldn’t we say goodbye to your mom?”
“she’ll know that i’ve already left. i don’t stay long at these things.”
“ohhh, okay,” you smile and hold his hand, interlocking your fingers. “this was so much fun. i can’t wait for dinner.”
katsuki feels pride swell in his chest as you follow him towards the garden entrance.
mitsuki shouts at the two of you, making you stop while katsuki groans and turns around.
“katsuki, get back here!”
“you know i was leaving, hag. what do you want?”
mitsuki pushes a man in front of her. “i want her to meet your father. masaru, that’s katsuki’s little girlfriend, isn’t she adorable?”
“you have a girlfriend?”
‘i’m his girlfriend?’ you think as your omega jumps wildly. ‘did alpha choose us?!’ “hi, no, we’re just going out,” you explain, nervously laughing. “nothing official yet.”
‘not yet,’ katsuki thinks. “we’re going to get dinner.”
“you better treat her right,” mitsuki calls out as katsuki leads you inside the hotel towards the exit.
as you and katsuki walk outside, you’re both blindsided by the flashing cameras of after show paparazzi.
you flinch at the barrage of questions as the lights flash. katsuki grips your hand tighter and pulls you away from the large crowd, leading you towards his car. once inside, he notices your distressed scent, peeking out from beneath your floral patch. “are you okay?” he asks, stroking the back of your hand.
“so many people,” you mumble. “it was so loud and they were asking so many questions. is that normal for these things?”
katsuki nods. ‘omega’s sad. comfort her, dumbass.’ “don’t worry, i barely go to these things so you don’t have to worry.”
“mm, okay,” you hum and rummage through your purse for a new patch. you slowly remove the old patches so you don't hurt yourself. “i think i sweat mine out.”
the car is filled with your sweet butterscotch and vanilla scent. the heaviness filling katsuki’s nose and settling in the back of his throat. “you smell amazing with or without it, pretty girl,” he rumbles.
you look over and smile at him. “thank you. my last boyfriend said i smelled too sweet. i’m ninety percent sure that’s why he broke up with me but he said ‘i’m too clingy’ so i dunno.”
“well he sounds like an idiot. you’re not clingy and you definitely don’t smell too sweet.” katsuki kisses your cheek and noses your scent gland as you purr before chirping when he licks your scent gland. “so fuckin’ delicious,” he groans. before smelling the change in your scent. ‘she likes it when i do this?’
you whine softly as he keeps licking and sucking your scent gland. “katsuki.”
he pulls away and kisses you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while resting his other hand on your plump thigh, squeezing the flesh slightly. 
“alpha,” you whimper when his hand glides higher up under your skirt.
“yeah, pretty girl? something on your mind?” he chuckles smugly.
you squirm in place, mind racing and omega going crazy. “you, alpha,” you whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties.
you lift your right leg onto the dashboard as katsuki gently tugs your underwear to your knees and kisses your scent gland again as his fingers dance along your folds, rubbing your clit. your whole cunt is covered in slick, coating his hand even before he puts his fingers in you.
“goddamn, you’re wet,” he groans as you tilt your head back into the headrest. he pushes his nose closer to your scent gland, kissing and running his rough tongue across the sensitive skin while slowly pushing a finger inside. “fuck, you’re so tight, pretty girl. relax for me, okay?”
you whimper softly as he kisses and nips your jaw before squeezing your chest.
“that’s a good girl, there we go,” he smirks as your eyes flutter. he starts thrusting his finger before eventually adding a second and rubs your clit with his thumb. 
you fist his shirt, panting heavily against his mouth. your hips jerkily grind into his hand, your toes curling in your socks. his fingers curl up into the roof of your cunt and you throw your head back with a cry, your leg trembling as your body seizes up. your cunt squeezes katsuki’s fingers, slick dripping down his wrist. he can’t wait to feel you squeeze his dick and knot like that.
katsuki pecks your lips before pulling his hand away and licking at his fingers. “you even taste sweet,” he chuckles. he kisses your cheek and cleans you up with some wipes he had in the glove compartment before starting the car.
you let out a happy purr and lower your leg as your scent filled the car. ‘i want him as our alpha. hurry up and ask him!’ your omega yells at you.
“i think…i think we should open the window,” you mutter and press the button to let fresh air in.
‘noooooooo!’
*
katsuki drives up to a fancy restaurant and hands his keys to the valet as he steps out before walking over and helping you out of the car. 
“ooh,” you hum. “i know this place. i heard their seafood is really good.”
“what type of seafood do you like?” katsuki asks, walking you inside.
“i like shrimp, salmon—ooh, i love lobster too. but it’s so expensive.”
“well whatever you want tonight, you can have.”
you look up at him, your eyes wide. “you mean it?”
“yes, i do,” he nods. “table for two under the name bakugou.”
the hostess picks up two menus and steps out from behind the glass podium. “follow me please.”
the booth is a little further inside the restaurant, away from the hustle and bustle.
“someone will be here with some bread and take your orders in a moment,” the hostess smiles as she hands you the menu.
you and katsuki talk idly until a male omega makes their way over, immediately grabbing their notepad from their apron pocket and placing a tray of bread and butter on the table.
“good evening, my name is benjiro, and i’ll be your waiter tonight. can i start the two of you off on any drinks?”
“can i have the strawberry lemonade,” you smile and point at the name of the drink on the menu.
benjiro scribbles it down. “and you, sir?”
“water,” katsuki says curtly.
“all right, i’ll be back soon.”
the omega bows slightly and makes his way towards the kitchen.
“you didn’t want any alcohol?” katsuki asks you. you flip the page of the menu, scanning through the seafood options.
“hm? alcohol? i don’t drink.”
“you got a reason?”
you shrug nonchalantly. “i’m not really big on alcohol. i think the last time i drank was at my college graduation party and i passed out.”
“so you’re a lightweight,” he chuckles as you pout. “don’t worry, i don’t drink much either.”
you roll your eyes playfully and look at the entrees. “ooh, the lobster linguini sounds good with a side of garlic knots. i think i’ll get that, what about you katsuki?”
“i think i’ll get the sirloin with a side of wild rice,” katsuki decides, closing his menu and eating a slice of bread. “hmm, pretty good.”
“ooh, that sounds so good. i’m rethinking the lobster now…” you mutter.
“i think the lobster is a good idea, but whatever you want i’ll get it for you.”
you click your tongue. “can’t eat too much so i’ll just have the lobster linguini.” you decide and close the menu.
katsuki smiles at you and eats another slice. “so how have you been?”
“pretty good, i helped treat a kid with bronchiolitis the other day. they were wheezing for almost a week, but i figured out the issue. what about you?”
“i’m thinking of expanding my club. there’s a space near block seventeen that opened up and i’m thinking of opening another location. i also made a new recipe for the club.”
“ooh, that sounds interesting. what is it?”
“you’ll have to visit the club to find out,” katsuki grins, reaching over and placing a hand over yours.
your feet kick giddily under the table, your face hot when you squeak out, “okay.”
the waiter comes by and places your drinks on the table. “strawberry lemonade for the lady and water for you, sir.”
“thank you,” you chirp.
“so, are you two ready to order?”
“oh, yes. i’ll have the lobster linguini with a side of garlic knots.”
“a good choice. and for you sir?”
“i’ll have the sirloin medium well with wild rice on the side.”
you make a face after benjiro leaves. “medium well, really?”
“what’s wrong with it? how do you eat your steak?”
“okay, i know if i answer you’re gonna make it a whole thing like everyone does.”
he raises a brow. 
“i like it well done…” you mutter under your breath. 
he withdraws his hand from yours. “i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
“no, you’re not allowed to make fun of me,” you whine and hold his hand again. “my dad just always made it like that so it grew on me.”
“your dad has shit taste in cooking steak,” he chuckles and links your fingers again.
“don’t disrespect her like that,” you pout indignantly. “she’s a great cook. wish some of it rubbed off on me though.”
“don’t be discouraged. i can still teach you and then you can make yourself some lunch instead of going to that soba place around the corner from your office.”
“i like their soba. it’s good, yeah, but homemade is always better. ooh, can you teach me how to make the omurice you made me last week?”
“sure, tiny.”
you smile bashfully and shrug your shoulders. “thank you.”
dinner goes off without a hitch. you love the food, even stealing some from katsuki’s plate.
katsuki pays for the meal and walks you out, holding onto your waist while the valet brings the car around.
the moment you say goodnight to katsuki and kiss him goodbye, mina practically tackles you for information.
“girlie, you gotta tell me how it went! 
“it was fun. i took pictures of the clothes i’ll send to you later. then we went for dinner.”
“did anything happen~?”
your cheeks heat up. “no…”
“ooh, something did happen! did you guys fuck?”
you squeal in embarrassment and rush to your room, shutting the door before she can come in.
“you can’t hide from me forever, bestie!” she calls out.
locking the door, you flop onto your nest and check your phone to read katsuki’s text. “you’re so embarrassing!”
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>gn pretty girl
you pout. as much as you actually wanted to fuck, you’re still too nervous and your omega won’t stop yelling at you for just letting him finger you in the car. you even wore cute lingerie for it.
me
<<gn
<<🧡
huffing you toss your phone aside and get ready for a shower and bed.
just before you go to bed, you put on your favourite pink negligee, attempt what you think is a sexy pose, take a photo for katsuki, before tucking your braids in your bonnet.
katsuki changes out of his dinner clothes and sits down on his bed. ‘today was a good day,” he thinks, subtly releasing happy pheromones. his phone buzzes beside him and his alpha perks up as your name pops up with an image attached.
tiny
>>{1 image attached}
his breath hitches at the image of you in sheer pink lingerie from the neck down. your boobs pushed up by the material and a hint of dark brown areola peeking out.
‘holy shit, she’s fuckin stunning.’  
katsuki adjusts the lighting of his room before removing any extra things in the background and leaning against his headboard, taking a picture of his sculpted upper torso.
me
>>so fucking beautiful
you’re stunning pretty girl
>>{1 image attached}
tiny
>>thank you alpha 🧡
me
<<you really like pink
tiny
>>it’s my fave
>>comfy pink stuff💓💗💖💘
katsuki feels his alpha jump for joy as you text him.
me
<<good to know
<<next time i’ll make something pink for you
tiny
>>💖
>>a pink cake would be so cute🎂🥺
me
<<that’ll be your next lesson
tiny
>>🤩😍
>>thank youuu
he sends the picture, waiting for a reaction.
you sit up in bed when you see the ‘{image attached}’. “ohmygod?”
you hesitantly open it and get greeted with a close up of his torso. ‘jesus christ he’s buff,’ you think as you keep staring at the photo.
me
<<you’re so buff alpha
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>thank you pretty girl
your omega practically drools at the thought of katsuki’s chest. ‘alpha’s big and strong! he’s perfect!’ i gotta get in shape…’
you pout and look at the picture you sent him, suddenly self aware of all the folds and rolls squishing up.
me
<<katsuki can i ask you sumn?
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>ofc
me
<<my heat is next month
<<on the fifth
<<do you maybe wanna help me?
katsuki’s eyes widened as he reread the text. ‘she’s asking me to be her heat partner! yes!’ ‘you better say yes. she came to us’
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>yes
>>i’ll bring clothes
>>you better have food
you squeal excitedly and quickly text him back.
me
<<thank you!!!!
<<i will
<<cant wait!!
your excitement dies down when insecurity fears its ugly head again. you’re gonna have to get in shape before then.
you open another text thread.
me
<<hiii
<<you guys still awake?
camie(*'ω'*)
>>yup
>>what’s up club bestie
mina🌺
>>everything alright
>>you’ve been holed up in there since your d8
camie(*'ω'*)
>>date???(⊙o⊙)
>>👀👀👀
>>you cheating on katsuki?!😱😱
me
<<we’re not even official 
<<we went out 2nite
<<fashion show and dinner
camie(*'ω'*) is calling…
you answer the group facetime and camie’s screaming cuts through the speakers.
“ow. hi camie,” you groan and lay back on your cat squishmallow.
“spilllll i must know all the details!” camie’s face bounces on the screen while sporting a grey face mask.
“okay okay,” you giggle as mina leans in despite being in the other room. “so i met his parents. his sire is soooo intense!”
“ohmygod she iiisss. i love her though. she was so iconic in the nineties. faaaveee.” camie makes a heart with her hands. 
“his dam’s so sweet.” you kick your feet. “he definitely gets his attitude from his sire. they look identical too, it’s insane.”
“what’s her name?” mina asks.
“mitsuki bakugou.”
mina clicks on her laptop and pulls up mitsukis old modelling pictures.“wow, they look like twins.”
“anything else?” camie asks and props her phone up on her sink counter to start washing her face.
“i got hit on by one of the models.”
“you can’t just drop a bomb like that on us!” camie sputters, her face damp.
“did you catch the guy’s name? was he nice? do i need to go hide a body?” mina asks worriedly.
you minimise the call and open instagram, typing as you say, “i think shindo yo? i just remember that he looks like a brunette version of deku.”
his instagram page pops up. “ooh, he’s cute. is it weird if i like his picture? this one.” you share the picture of him in a suit to the group.
“i thought you liked katsuki?” camie teases.
“i do! but we’re not official so i can still look…”
“he looks like an asshole,” mina laughs and zooms in on the picture.
“katsuki doesn’t like him. he seemed nice but the way he flirted was a little creepy…” you mumble. “my omega liked it though.”
“very conflicting. if you had a choice to choose between them, who would you pick?
camie giggles and waits for your response.
you roll onto your belly, squishing the cat. “oof. katsuki for sure. he’s so hot. ugh, i have to hit the gym to keep up with him.”
“what, no you don’t. alphas are supposed to be big. omegas are small and squishy, and you’re perfect the way you are.”
“hmph. i dunno.” you go to katsuki's instagram page. “he’s always around model-type girls.”
“those girls only want him for status, trust me,” camie assures you. “he likes you because you’re cute and nice.”
“and smart,” mina adds. “with a great body.”
“guys stooop,” you whine, covering your face with your free arm.
camie finishes up and exits the bathroom. “but if you wanna hit the gym, we’re not gonna stop you girl.”
“thanks, you guys, but i have to spill more tea.” you kick your feet eagerly.
“ooh. fill my cup bestie,” mina grins.
“so i asked him to spend my next heat with me…”
“shut up! no you didn’t!” camie gasps.
“i did!”
all of you squeal eagerly.
“camie, what are you screaming about?” a male voice asks off camera.
“i’m chatting with the girls, inasa!” camie explains.
your door opens and mina rushes in still squealing.
“what did he say?!” mina grins flopping beside you on the bed.
“he said yes!”
she flops onto your nest, hugging you. “oh my god, i’m so proud of you! my bestie’s growin’ up so fast!”
“minaaa,” you whine as she nuzzles her cheek into yours.
“no, you’re getting loved on. accept it,” she giggles. “beta love is the best kind.”
“ummm no girl, omega love is top tier,” camie argues. “now you have to go to the gym, girl?”
“really?”
“he’s gonna go into a rut and you need to work on your stamina for that? have you ever been with an alpha?”
“no.”
she clicks her tongue and shakes her head sadly. “r.i.p that pussy.”
“what?!” you panic. “is he gonna hurt me?!”
“not intentionally,” camie shrugs as mina hums in agreement. “it’s hot though.”
“it is. eijirou always bites me and it does hurt but it’s natural.”
you hum. “that’s scary…”
“the first time inasa claimed me, yeah it was scary but when you’re in heat you don’t really feel the pain of the bite until it’s done and by then it heals up.”
“claim?!” you gasp and rub your neck. “it’s way too early for that. but biting does sound hot…okay, i’ll work on my stamina.”
“we could hit my gym on your day off,” camie offers. “i can get you in for free.”
“you’ll do great!”
*
you stand outside of the lavish looking gym wearing a pink sweatsuit, braids tied up away from your face as you wait. mina loudly slurps her milkshake.
“mina, stop it,” you scold.
“it’s good, don’t judge me,” she whines.
you roll your eyes and keep an eye out for camie. “camie said she’d be here, waiting for us.”
“maybe she got distracted?”
“she texted that she’s down the street.” you look down the sidewalk.
“alright, let’s just wait out here.”
a black porsche pulls up onto the curb a little ways from where you’re both standing. camie steps out in grey matching leggings and a tank top. “hey girlies!”
“hi,” you smile. “you look nice.”
“so do you girls! thanks for driving me here, babe, i’ll see you later, okay?”
camie leans into the car and giggles softly before coming out smelling like cinnamon and coffee.
“i love you too. hi ladies!” an alpha with a buzzcut grins from inside the car.
“hi.” you wave.
“yo,” mina nods.
“lemme know when you're ready,” he waves, pulling out of the curb once camie steps back.
“we’re gonna have so much fun,” she squeals. “i have some workouts to build up your stamina and they totally work.”
“if you say so,” you mumble nervously.
camie leads you both inside the gym. luckily there’s only two other people so you don’t feel as anxious. she flashes her membership card to the receptionist and tells them you and mina are with her.
“woah, this place is fancy,” mina whistles.
you nod and follow camie to the workout room.
“okay girl, first thing you gotta do is squats. you’ve already got junk in the trunk but it helps soooo much with your stamina.” she gently swats your butt. “this outfit is so cute.”
“thank you,” you smile. you watch camie do a couple before trying. “like this?”
“good, but you need to keep your arms straight. yeah, like that. do twenty more of that.”
“you’re doing good bestie,” mina grins. “i’m gonna go run on the treadmill. holler if you need me.”
“we will,” you nod before sitting on the ground after five.
“girl you barely got halfway,” camie sighs.
“i don't go to the gym like you do. i get my steps in by working,” you sigh. 
“let's try the exercise bike. work those leg muscles then we can try this again.”
“alright.”
you spend half of the day doing stamina exercises and cardio, nearly passing out near the end.
“you okay?”
“no,” you wheeze. “i hate it here.”
“but we’re almost done. just one more squat rep and we’re done.”
you groan loudly and roll onto your belly. “i’m gonna die.”
camie nudges you with her sneaker. “come on. this is for your hot sexy alpha.”
you swoon. “hot sexy alpha…” you mumble and stand back up. “okay, i can do this.”
camie chuckles and pats your shoulder and watches you squat. a devious thought crosses her mind. “let’s go get mina and take a selfie before we leave.”
“can we get food too?”
“there’s this place with great salad.”
you scrunch up your nose. “salad?”
“it’s healthy.”
“being healthy sucks.”
she pats your back. “you’ll thank me later. finish up.”
“fine salad it is…” you squat a few more times before groaning when you get up. “done.”
after a lemon water break, camie pulls you and mina in front of one of the large mirrors by the weights, holding up her phone. “okay, say ‘cheese’.”
camie takes the pic and sends it to you both before helping you get your things.
you forward the photo to katsuki and smile to yourself as you leave the gym.
tiny
>>{1 image attached}
>>gym day w/ the girls 
katsuki feels his phone vibrate as he chastises one of the bartenders. he sits down on one of the couches and checks his messages. ‘tiny, what are you up to?’
me
<<why you at the gym???
tiny
>>wat else do you do at the gym???
me
<< >:(
<<don’t be snarky
tiny
>>camie invited me 
“ugh, camie,” he growls quietly.
me
<<ok
<<you look cute or whatever
tiny
>>or whatever? 🥺
katsuki practically saw the pout on your face. ‘goddammit.’
me
<<don’t look at me like that 
<<i can feel those puppy dog eyes staring at me through the screen 
tiny
>>😊
>>gonna go eat ttyl 👋🏾
me
<<alright
<<be safe
katsuki smirks softly at his phone and puts it back in his pocket.
“aww, bakubro has a crush,” eijirou hums over katsuki’s shoulder.
“what the fuck shitty hair?!” katsuki growls.
“crush?” denki asks curiously as he walks out of the storage room. “kaachan has feelings?”
“quit calling me that!” katsuki growls.
“no. who's the lucky person?”
“that girl mina brought two weeks ago. birthday girl with the front tie and bell-bottoms.”
denki taps his chin. “okay, two questions. who is mina? and who is the girl?”
eijirou taps his phone a few times and opens mina’s instagram page, scrolling until he finds a picture of both of you mina took before you went to komori. “that’s mina and that’s her friend.”
“oh, they're cute. is mina single?”
eijirou frowns a little. “she’s my girlfriend.”
“is your girlfriend single?”
“moving on. that’s bakubro’s new girlfriend who’s not a girlfriend because he’s too nervous to ask.”
“if kacchan doesn't ask her out can i? she’s cute.”
katsuki’s scent shifts to a bitter burnt caramel, alarming denki a little.
“okay, chill, i’m kidding,” denki chuckles. “but why haven’t you asked her?”
“what if she says no?”
“didn’t she call you during her heat?” eijirou asks.
“yeah but that’s different.”
denki pats his head. “look if you want her, just ask. the worst is she says no.”
katsuki huffs. “okay. get back to work, idiots.”
*
a knock at your door pulls you away from the fridge. “coming!” you call out and waddle in pain over from the kitchen, opening your door. “hi katsuki! come in.”
katsuki walks in with a couple of bags, smooching your cheek. “hi tiny.”
you rub your cheek on his chest, covering him in happy pheromones. “you got the ingredients!”
“yup,” he chuckles. “even bought something else.” katsuki holds up a white bag. “this is for you.”
you gasp and take the bag, moving the tissue paper around as your omega jumps for joy. ‘alpha bought us a present!’
inside the white gift bag is a pink and purple pegasus squishmallow. “oh my god, it's so cute!” you squeal, taking it out and hugging it. “and fluffy! i love it i love it i love it! thank you!”
“you’re welcome,” he chuckles. 
you pull him in for a hug and look down at the plush in your hands. “hey, can you scent it for me? just so your smell is always in my nest.”
“what about the shirt you stole?” he inquires.
you hug the plushie tighter. “i had to wash it and now the scent is gone…”
“do you want me to scent that again?”
“please?”
katsuki chuckles and places the bag on your counter. “empty the bag and i’ll go scent the stuff. where is it?”
“it’s in my room on my pillow.” you give him the plushie.
“you’re letting me in?”
you nod and point him in the direction of your room. “its next to the cow squishmallow.”
katsuki chuckles and goes into your room. “you really like pink, pretty girl,” he chuckles to himself before grabbing the shirt and rubbing it along his wrists and neck. he places the plushie beside the cow and scents them both for good measure before going back to the living room. “alright, i’m done with the shirt.”
you waddle over from the kitchen with a strawberry in hand. “where'd you get these strawberries?—god my back.” you moan and crack your back.
katsuki notices the slight limp in your step and feels a little weird. “are you okay?”
you hum in question and eat the strawberry.
“why’re you walking like that?”
“cause camie had me doing squats all week. i could barely move around at work,” you complain. “i’m not cut out for the fitness lifestyle.”
katsuki, and his alpha, relax. “better be careful, tiny.”
“i’ll be careful. so what do we do first?”
“wash your hands and then we’ll start on the wet ingredients. but before that,” he pauses, walking over and wiping off some strawberry juice that's spilled from your mouth. “this.”
katsuki cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, humming from the sweet taste of you mixed with strawberry. he pulls away and smiles down at you. “always so sweet, pretty girl.”
you stare up at him as your face warms. “katsuki,” you whine as you cover your cheeks.
“yes?”
“you can’t just do that!” 
“why not? you’re cute when you’re all flustered,” he chuckles as you whine even more.
“you’re so annoying,” you pout. 
“i’m annoying but you let me in your nest?”
you chuff and smack his chest. “let’s just make the cake.”
the pink strawberry shortcake is easy to make, even if you added a little too much flour. katsuki supervises you the whole time, annoyingly pointing out every single mistake.
“it’s just a cake,” you sigh as you mix in the eggs.
“it has to be perfect,” he retorts.
“no it doesn’t.”
“if it’s for you, yes it does.”
“katsuki…”
“i mean it. now, don’t forget the food coloring.”
after the cake is cooled and iced, you step back and admire your work. “wow, i made a cake!”
katsuki nods. “yes you did. next time you can make one on your own.”
“it’s so cute. i can’t wait to try it.” you take a picture of it and send it to mina then get a knife to cut a slice. 
you take a slice for yourself and grin at the whipped cream and strawberry topping. “mm, so yummy.”
katsuki feels the tips of his ears burn as he listens to your praises. “of course it's good. we made it.”
you smile and let out a happy purr before tugging katsuki along to sit on the couch. “we can eat more later. right now i wanna cuddle with two of my favourite things.”
“squishmallows and a soft blanket?” katsuki chuckles before stiffening when you nuzzle your body under his arm.”
“close. you and a soft blanket.”
katsuki chuckles softly and strokes your waist. “hey pretty girl?”
you look up at him with curiosity. “hmm?”
“i wanted to ask you something.”
“you okay?”
he presses his lips together, nerves getting the better of him. “what do you like to eat during your heat?”
you snuggle closer to him. “anything you make is good. i really like hot cocoa and marshmallows though.”
he rubs your thigh slowly. “good to know.”
you hum softly and kiss his jaw. “how about you? what do you like during your rut?”
“regular stuff. i like to fuck.”
you hide your face in his bicep. “you’re so crass. how can you just say stuff like that?”
katsuki chuckles and looks down at you. “you just do. you were like that during your other heat.”
“oh my gosh,” you whine.
”it’s true,” he laughs. “you were all hot and needy.”
“no more talking!” you huff in embarrassment. “if you’re gonna make fun of me, i’ll kick you out.”
“no you won’t.”
you pout and lay back on his chest, purring gently at the closeness and his happy scent.
katsuki lets out a soft rumble, soothing you and your omega as you watch your series.
“ooh, we should watch ‘is it cake’!” you exclaim.
“whats that?”
“it's this show where bakers have to make extremely realistic cakes and the judges have to guess if it's real or not!”
“sounds weird.”
“it’s not. you probably can’t guess which ones are cakes, that’s why.”
“is that a challenge?!” he growls playfully. “i’ll figure out which ones are fake and get them all right!”
katsuki got three right while you guessed almost every one. “better luck next time, alpha.”
“we’re watching something else,” he grumbles and goes back to the netflix home screen.
you giggle at his pout and boop his nose. 
*
katsuki shows up the first day of preheat just after mina leaves for the week, opting to spend the week with eijirou now that you have katsuki to take care of you.
you wander towards your door in nothing but katsuki’s shirt and underwear as you hear someone knock. peeking through the peephole, your omega howls happily when you see katsuki.
“katsuki!” you chirp, letting him inside.
“hey tiny. how’re you?”
“hot but happy that you’re here.”
you hold on to him as he places a large bag of food in your kitchen before dragging him towards your nest. you straddle him and rub your cheeks on his neck, drenching him in your scent.
your sweet heat scent hits him hard, even stronger than what he imagined it would be.
“i’m so happy to see you,” you grin down at him.  
“yeah, i can tell. you smell really sweet right now,” he groans. “smells like you bathed in vanilla.”
you let out a happy purr and rest your head under his, shuddering from his smoky scent. ‘alpha…’
katsuki places his hand on your lower back, the weight comforting.
“are you sure about this?” he asks quietly.
“mhm. i’ve been getting ready for weeks,” you tell him.
“you seem eager.”
you sit up and nod.“i’ve been working out to build up my stamina for you. it was annoying but no going back now.”
“that’s why you’ve been going to the gym?”
you nod shyly.
“you didn't have to do that for me, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your face. “you’re perfect like this. small and soft.” he presses your cheeks with his palms on the last word.
“i just did it for stamina,” you get out through squished lips. “i’ve never been with an alpha and camie said i need it.”
“camie was right,” katsuki replies. in an instant, you’re on your back as katsuki has effortlessly turned you both over. “you definitely will.”
you look up at him and swoon. “prove it.
happy chirps and purrs leave your lips when he starts kissing your neck, rubbing his rough tongue on the gland. katsuki growls quietly at the taste of your preheat, his own aroused scent bleeding and saturating the air.
you reek of arousal and slick, your hands tugging his shirt off and exposing his hot skin. you whine against his touch and slip your hands off of his shirt.
“taste so good, pretty girl,” katsuki groans as he starts making a hickey on your neck. “fuck, your scent drives me crazy.”
you moan at the praise as he slips his hand under your shirt, palming your tits. he lifts the shirt, taking a moment to admire the view, then tosses it aside.
he uses one hand to tweak your nipples while he massages the other, giving your nipple the occasional nip. 
“alpha,” you whine, grabbing his hand and moving it down towards your crotch.
“so needy, pretty girl,” he teases and drags your panties down your legs. “god, you're soaked.”
katsuki kisses his way down before stopping when you squeeze your thighs together. you cover your face with your hands. 
“what’s wrong?”
“i’m just nervous,” you mutter and take a deep breath. “okay, i’m fine.”
he kisses your thighs a few times, rumbling when you open them a little more. enough for him to put them over his shoulder. “good girl,” he whispers, kissing his way towards your cunt. he licks his thumb and slowly rubs your clit, placing a hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming too much.
katsuki licks your folds and shivers from the heavenly taste of your slick. he slowly licks your clit, feeling your thighs tense up by his head. his eyes meet yours over your stomach as he slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pushing some of your juices out and down his palm.
you gasp at the feeling and start to rock your hips. “can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. you’re so wet down here, beautiful.” a huskiness takes over the rasp in his voice, tracing his words into your sex causing your hips to instinctively buck up into his face— riding his tongue to your heart's content.
katsuki licks your clit until your slick is dripping down the seam of your ass into your nest, darkening the pink fabric of your sheets. 
“fuck, katsuki,” you whimper, grinding against his tongue and finger while gripping his hair. “alpha, please don’t stop!”
your leg trembles next to his head, katsuki recognising it means you’re about to cum. he sucks your clit again, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. you gasp loudly and tug his hair as your back arches out of your nest. “fuck, alpha, yes!”
katsuki doesn’t pull away until you pull at his scalp. “you taste so damn sweet, pretty girl. can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking his finger and hand. the action makes your cheeks burn despite what just happened.
he climbs over you, his scent aroused and heavy with caramel. he rumbles loudly and licks your neck again, tasting your concentrated scent.
“alpha,” you whine.
katsuki pulls away and looks at your face. “yes, pretty girl?”
“fuck me.”
“are you sure?”
you nod. “please? i want you.”
his scent flares again at your words. “whatever you want, pretty girl.”
you squirm impatiently as you wait for him to pull his joggers and boxers off. your omega preens at the sight of his dick. better than you imagined after seeing it on camera.
“y’like what you see, pretty girl?” he chuckles as you nod eagerly.
katsuki lines himself up, tapping your clit with the leaking tip. he slowly pushes in, and watches your face for any discomfort. your head turns and sinks into the pillow, neck exposed instinctively.
“shit you’re tight, pretty girl. you okay?”
you keen loudly in response, gripping the sheets tighter. without your patches katsuki can smell the unfiltered pheromones of your heat heavy in the air.
he lifts one of your legs and grips your thigh as he starts to move. his alpha howls internally while katsuki tries his best to stay in control.
“more, alpha,” you moan and grasp his shoulders, pulling him down to nose at his scent gland. “harder.”
katsuki growls lowly and thrusts harder as he feels you nip his scent gland. he rubs at your clit while thrusting and takes pride in the pornographic moans you let out near his ear.
“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, katsuki’s dick driving you up the wall insane.
“you want me to cum inside, pretty girl?” he groans, thrusting faster. “you want me to make a mess in those pretty walls of yours?”
you nod emphatically, blinking tearily up at him. “knot?”
“not today, pretty girl,” he sighs, wiping your tears before kissing you.
“mate?” you murmur against his lips.
“someday.”
you whine softly into the kiss and gasp when the combination of his thrusts and him rubbing your clit starts to send you over the edge. you cum with a choked off shout, wrapping your thigh around katsuki’s waist to pull him deeper. “knot!”
katsuki manages to pry your leg off and pull out, spreading your legs open to watch your hole drool and spasm around nothing. you howl miserably, reaching out for him. katsuki’s nose wrinkles at the hint of distressed omega and lets you hold him in a tight hug, rumbling and kissing your cheeks to soothe you until your scent sweetens up again.
“feeling better?”
you nod and hold him tighter, purring into his neck.
“you wanna cuddle for a bit or do you wanna take a nap?”
you look up at him. “alpha didn’t finish?”
“i’m fine, pretty girl, don’t worry,” he coos.
you pout but lay back down on the blanket, shutting your eyes.
katsuki kisses your forehead and climbs out of bed to get a washrag from the bathroom to clean you up. the whole time you’re purring happily, watching him through heavy eyes.
“pretty,” you slur when he kisses your nose. “you’re very pretty, katsuki.”
“if i’m pretty then you’re stunning, tiny,” he chuckles, tossing the rag into the laundry basket in the corner of your room. “sleep well. i’ll be here when you wake up.”
your eyes start to close as you rest against katsuki’s chest. “night alpha.”
katsuki kisses your hairline before carefully climbing out of your bed and picking up his boxers. he pads out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and wrapping his fist around his dick. he groans to himself as he thinks back to you asleep in your nest, blissed out from him fucking you. he jerks himself off to the thought of you beneath him and cums into a wadded up tissue with a gasp before cleaning himself up. ‘shit.’
you’re still asleep by the time he returns in his boxers, snoring quietly in your nest. happy omega pheromones and the lingering smell of sex wafting through the air.
katsuki climbs into your nest beside you and rests his head on top of yours. he lets out a soft rumble before falling asleep, planning to wake up later and make something to eat.
the first two days you’re easy to keep happy. katsuki buries his face, and his dick, in you everytime you ask. you snuggle in the nest, only leaving to use the bathroom or eat but then it’s right back to cuddling. although the last couple of hours, katsuki seems to be a little more clingy, always right behind you unless you’re in the bathroom, then he waited outside.
you and your omega don’t mind it. you like it actually. you sit in your nest nibbling on your snacks while he cuddles you.
on the third day however, you wake up hot and bothered. squirming in bed and pushing your fingers into your sopping pussy. katsuki hears your wails from the kitchen, turning off the stove and setting the pan of eggs aside to rush to the bedroom.
“pretty girl are you—holy shit…” he growls, taking in your saturated scent and closing the door behind him. “you smell good enough to eat.”
you whine and pull out your fingers, irritated because it doesn’t help. “alpha, it hurts.”
katsuki feels his alpha take control as he walks over to you, shedding his sweatpants. “don’t worry, omega. i’ll make you feel better,” he growls lowly.
you lay on your stomach and raise your hips up, presenting to him. you reach under you and rub your fingers along your slit, spreading your lips with your fingers. “alpha. breed me, please.”
“i’d love to pretty girl,” katsuki groans, climbing into your nest and rubbing your clit a couple of times before pushing in. his eyes darken as he looks at your swollen scent gland. he leans forward and licks it fervently, occasionally nipping it and basking in the scent. ‘fuck, she’s mine. mate, mate, mate.’
you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. katsuki’s smokey caramel scent bleeds into the air, the undertone of rut present. “oh fuck! you smell so good, katsuki.”
“so do you, pretty girl. god, your scent drives me crazy,” he growls, thrusting faster. katsuki places a hand on the back of your neck and grins when he sees your nails practically rip the sheets. “good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”
his blunt nails dig into the globe of your ass, holding you in place so he can listen to the lewd, squelch of your cunt as he slips in and out of you.
it’s so different, better, than a beta’s dick. having just the right amount of thickness and length to fill and satisfy you.
long strands of your slick cling to his cock, dripping down his shaft and balls with every withdrawal. 
“‘suki—!” your cry is hoarse and needy as you claw at your sheets, drooling and crying into them. hips drawing back and forth clumsily to meet his loud, wet thrusts.
katsuki grips your ass as his head hangs over your shoulder. he feels his incisors grow as he lets out a growl and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, just far enough from your scent gland.
you moan loudly, hissing at the pain. you rock your hips back and feel your eyes roll back as the knot in your stomach tightens.
“fuck, alpha, i’m gonna cum.”
katsuki rumbles in approval and pulls his teeth out, the tips of his fangs tinted red. “cum for me, my pretty little omega,” he grunts, rubbing your clit faster.
you sob and reach back to hold his arm, digging your nails into the inner skin. katsuki’s knot swells up, catching on your sore rim with every withdrawal. when it finally presses in, flushing his hips flat on your ass, you cum, kicking your feet and mewling loudly. katsuki groans low in his throat at the feeling of your insides squeezing his dick and knot. his abs tighten and flex, snarling when his balls pump hot cum into you. your omega purrs happily at the feeling of getting filled by a real alpha knot, your scent spiking with content.
katsuki grunts softly and rests his head near the bite mark he left on you, panting while kissing it.
you tilt your neck and let out a happy purr as he softly praises you.
your cunt flutters at his words, drooling more slick around his knot and down your thighs. katsuki rolls his hips forward, nudging his dick and knot deeper. you smile into your sheets, knowing you’re far from done. for the next two days both of you barely leave the nest, sucking and fucking at all times of the day and night. katsuki leaves numerous bite marks on your shoulders, tummy and thighs, purposefully ignoring your scent gland.
by the end of your heat, and his triggered rut, you’re spent. too tired and drained to move.
you get a complaint from one of your neighbours but katsuki’s growls and protective scent scares them off.
“i might have to take a few extra days off,” you mutter and roll over in bed. “my neck hurts…”
“sorry,” he chuckles and pulls on his boxers. “what do you wanna eat?”
you sigh blissfully and look at his own bite marks and hickeys. “hot cocoa and marshmallows.”
“that’s not breakfast.”
“hot cocoa with marshmallows and pancakes?”
“you want any toppings?”
“chocolate chips.”
“you don't need all that sugar,” he snickers.
“please?” you whine, looking up at him.
“stop using those puppy dog eyes on me. fine.”
“yay,” you chirp as he kisses your forehead.
mina comes back the following monday and immediately covers her nose at the smell of both yours and katsuki’s cycles. “well, at least i'm not the only one who had fun,” she snickers, dragging her suitcase inside.
your bedroom door opens and a head of cropped blond hair peeks out to inspect who’s ‘invading’ the space.
“hi katsuki.”
“pinky,” he acknowledges and goes back inside, shutting the door.
“mina’s back?” you yawn, sitting up from the bed and stretching. 
“yeah. i’m gonna go get some water. i’ll be back.”
you nod and let out a happy purr as he kisses your nose and lips. ‘my alpha.’
your back barely touches the bed when mina barges in, pushing katsuki out of the doorway. “it reeks in this whole apartment.”
“mina!” you cheer tiredly and open your arms for hugs. “i missed you!”
katsuki growls at mina as she rushes you and squeezes you tightly while scenting you. ‘now i have to re-scent her.’
“i missed you too!”
katsuki rolls his eyes and watches the two of you chat before he gets his water.
once katsuki leaves the room, mina asks you to spill the tea. “how was it? is he big? did he claim you? oh my god that's a lot of bite marks.”
“amazing, yes, no, and you should see the ones i left on him.” you swoon dreamily. “it was great. i don’t think i’ve ever had a heat this good.”
“since it went so well, you should ask him to spend all your heats with you,” mina grins.
you pick up your new pegasus squishmallow and squeal into it. “noooo, i’m shy.”
“he brought you gifts and he was here for this heat and your last one. he really likes you and an alpha wouldn't do this unless he wanted you to be their girlfriend.”
“you think so?”
mina nods eagerly and gives you one more hug. “it never hurts to just ask, bestie.”
katsuki knocks on the door. “breakfast is ready.”
“ooh yum,” mina smiles.
“not for you, pinky.”
“boo.”
after breakfast, you ask the dreaded question, your stomach in knots.
“can i ask you something?” you say to katsuki as he puts down a mug of hot cocoa in front of you.
“yes there’s marshmallows inside.”
you look down and see the pink and white gooey treats floating in the brown liquid. “yum, but that’s not it.”
he sits across from you, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward to listen.
“would you want to spend the rest of my heats with me? you're an amazing alpha and this one was better than any other heat i’ve had and i’d really love to do this again…and spend time together maybe outside of my heats too...”you mumble shyly.
“i’d love to, pretty girl, just on one condition.”
“yeah?”
“will you be my girlfriend?”
you freeze up, staring at his face. your mouth dropped for a quiet, “ah.”
“y/n?” katsuki questions. “are you okay?”
mina stands behind you, excited grin on her face. “she accepts.”
“y/n, you okay?” katsuki chuckles, softly waving his hand in your face. he walks around the counter, cups your cheek, and looks down at you, snapping you out of your trance. “there she is. welcome back, pretty girl.”
you purr softly and melt a little in his hold. “i’d love to,” you smile, pulling him in for a hug and scenting him.
katsuki smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you back.
“aww,” mina coos. “i told you it’ll be fine.”
“mina, go away,” you huff in embarrassment.
“i'm just happy for you, bestie,” she giggles.
the next few months with katsuki have been the best relationship you’ve had in a long time. you’ve never felt so loved and special.
“so you’re off tomorrow?” katsuki smiles at his phone as he sees you in your lab coat with a stethoscope around your neck.
you put a file down on the desk. “yup. why, you got something planned?”
“i was hoping you could come to the new club. it's opening night tonight and i’d love to have my pretty girl by my side.”
“aww,” you swoon. “that’s so sweet. i’d love to. just send me the address and i’ll be there. now i just have to find something to wear,” you think wistfully.
“you look good in anything and nothing,” he chuckles.
“katsuki!” you gasp. 
“it’s true. you’ll look good in anything. i’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“okay.”
“talk to you later, y/n.”
“bye alpha,” you giggle. before you hang up, a nurse peeks her head in.
“l/n, you have one more patient.”
you put your phone aside so katsuki can see your face. “bring them in.”
she walks in holding a baby sniffling quietly.
“a baby!” you coo, your scent turning sweeter. “aw look at the baby!”
katsuki silently watches as you hold the baby, fawning over it and smiling when they hold onto one of your fingers.
“let’s get you checked out, cutie,” you smile at the little boy. “i’ll call you later katsuki.”
he waves and hangs up.
you sit the baby on the little bed, looking up when his mother comes in. “hello, ma’am. what seems to be wrong with this little cutie,” you smile, booping his nose.
*
you step out of the bathroom and show off your outfit. “okay, how’s this one?”
camie cringes at the black sequin shirt. “no.”
“what? but i like this one,” you pout.
“bestie, this is opening night of your boyfriend’s new club! you gotta look stunning if you're gonna be by his side for the majority of the night!”
“camie’s right,” mina says while looking through your closet. “ooh, what about this?!” she gasps, pulling a two piece pink outfit.
“ohemgee, yesss, wear this!” camie squeals as mina hands it to you. “also, burn that black shirt.”
“but i like this…”
she shakes her head. “no.”
you scoff and go back into the bathroom to change, fixing your braids and makeup before stepping out. “okay, i like this one better.”
you adjust the skirt a little and do a little spin.
“so?”
“my bestie looks so cute! katsuki won’t be able to take his eyes off of you tonight,” mina giggles.
“you think so? is my stomach showing too much?” you touch the soft pudge peeking over the waistband.
“if you can still walk by tomorrow, katsuki missed his chance,” camie snickers.
camie leads you and mina out of your apartment into the waiting uber, taking a million pictures.
you nervously play with your faux locs, hoping katsuki likes your outfit. it’s not as glamorous as the girls he’s used to but you feel pretty in it so that’s all that matters.
there’s already a line of people when the uber pulls up, muffled music blasting inside.
“ugh, a line?” camie scoffs. “no fucking way.”
“hold on, katsuki gave me a code to show the bouncer.” you rummage through your phone and open the texts for the qr code. nervously you walk up to the scary, beefy bouncer. “um, hi. i’m with bakugou.”
he squints at you.
“i have a code i’m supposed to show you?” you hold up the phone. the bouncer takes out a small scanning device and holds it to your phone until the light turns green.
“enjoy,” he rasps and steps aside to let you and the girls through the door.
“oooh, vip,” camie giggles. “can we get some of those?”
“i’ll ask,” you laugh and smooth down your neck patch. “he said to go upstairs to the vip section and he’ll be there.”
“perks of a club owning boyfie,” mina giggles.you walk up the glass steps with the girls, passing by a few empty booths. katsuki is standing by the railing talking to some employees, looking frustrated as ever.
you wave at mina and camie as they meet with their boyfriends, walking up to katsuki and gently touching his arm. 
you look up at him when he jerks away and lets out a low growl before stopping when he picks up your underlying scent.
“pretty girl?”
“hi, alpha,” you chirp and let him kiss your cheek. “ew, suki, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”
“you don’t need it. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” he holds your hand up and slowly spins you around.
“thank you~” you smile shyly.
katsuki brushes the employees off and focuses on you, touching one of your scent patches. “do you have to wear these?”
“by law, suki, i have to.”
“fuck the law.”
“katsuki!”
“just take them off, it’s fine up here. i won’t tell on you,” he teases.
you scratch your neck. “they are annoying…”
“you can put them back on when we're leaving.”
“okay,” you hum, slowly peeling off the scent patch and squealing when katsuki kisses your scent gland and rests his face on your neck.
‘mine.’
“get a room!” eijirou playfully shouts from the booth across from yours.
“you two were practically fucking when she went to komori the first time! shut up!” katsuki growls and pulls you into the booth to sit next to him.
“the club looks good,” you compliment. “i like the quieter booth idea.”
“it seemed like a good idea since i couldn't hear you last time.”
you hum softly and lean on him, purring softly.
“we should totally do shots!” camie cheers, hanging off inasa who chuckles and holds her waist.
mina giggles and waves the waitress over for a round of tequila shots and other drinks. katsuki orders a virgin mojito with mango syrup for you, refusing to drink since he was driving.
“aw, you remembered!” you hum, rubbing your cheek in his arm. 
‘course i did. wouldn't forget a damn thing about you.’ “got a whole non-alcoholic section of the menu for you.”
“awww,” you swoon and put your hands on your chest. “that’s so sweet!”
katsuki kisses your cheek and rumbles softly. camie takes a few sneaky pictures of both of you, fawning over how cute you both are.
“hey, y/n, look at the drink menu.”
you look over and notice a drink with strawberry and lemonade called ‘the pretty girl’. “katsuki, what’s this?”
“it's one of the new drinks. most of the drink menu is the same from komori but this one’s new. named it after you,” katsuki says low enough for only you to hear.
his deep voice reverberates through you as he kisses your temple. he chuckles softly as you fan your eyes, trying not to cry.
“katsuki,” you whine. “that’s beautiful. stop being so charming before i cry and ruin my makeup.”
“sorry, pretty girl,” he chuckles.
you spend time with him and giggle when he rubs your side.
three more people make their way into the lounge and eijirou cheers at their arrival. “hey! you guys made it!”
you look up from your drink and gasp at a familiar head of green hair. “katsuki, that’s deku!” you repeatedly tap katsuki’s arm.
“i know.”
“what is he doing here?!”
“we grew up together. he got invited.”
“you know deku?!”
katsuki raises his brow. “yeah, why?”
“i’m kind of a fan,” you admit and glance at izuku. “oh god he’s looking at me!” you silently squeal.
“relax, pretty girl,” he chuckles. 
izuku makes his way over with his signature smile. “hi kacchan. who’s this?”
you sit up straighter, scent turning excited. “hi deku. i’m y/n. i’m such a huge fan. i follow you on instagram and i love your work.”
“thank you!” he grins back, always happy to meet a fan. “nice to meet you, you can just call me izuku.” he holds his hand out for you to shake.
you shake it, internally screaming. katsuki chuffs and puts his arm on your waist. “she’s my omega, deku.”
“really? i'm glad you found someone that can handle you,” he chuckles.
“yeah, so back off,” he huffs.
“don't worry. besides, you know i’m with shoto.”
“uh huh.”
you giggle softly as katsuki rests his head on yours. 
izuku gives you a gentle smile before walking over to a booth of his own, later joined by a man with red and white hair, split down the middle.
“holy shit, i just met deku!” you gasp to katsuki, smiling wide. 
“he’s not that great,” katsuki grumbles.
“he’s so cool! but alpha’s better,” you hum, as katsuki grins softly. 
“damn right i am.” he presses his lips against yours, hands on your thigh dipping under your skirt.
“suki!” you gasp into the kiss as he squeezes your inner thigh. “w-wait, i have to pee.”
“tch, fine. hurry back.”
you drop your purse in his lap and quickly exit the booth, descending the steps. you get bumped by a few people but finally make it to the bathroom, sighing at the scent free air. after checking your makeup in the mirror and washing your hand, you step out but bump into someone walking by.
“oops, i'm sorry,” you smile before looking up at them. “oh, it’s you.”
shindo looks down at who bumped into him before a cheshire grin crosses his face. “well, well, we meet again sweetheart.”
“i didn't expect to see you here. it’s been a while, nice to see you again. shindo, right?”
“yup. and you’re l/n. what’s up?”
“i’m just here to support katsuki,” you chime.
he hums, pushing his dark hair back. “yeah, i see the pictures on his page. cute.”
you smile again. “thank you.”
he takes a step forward towards you. odd.
“you smell really good,” he compliments.
“uh, thank you?” you mumble, walking around him. “well, it was nice seeing you.”
you stiffen when you feel shindo grasp your wrist. “where you going? we’re hanging out.”
the action makes the gland on his wrist rub against your skin, covering your hand in his sandalwood scent. your omega panics at the action of someone scenting you without permission.
“no, we’re not. let go of me,” you whimper, tugging at his wrist before rushing back towards the glass steps once you get free, holding your wrist to your chest. 
you sit down in a daze, not realising you’ve sat next to eijirou instead of at yours and katsuki’s booth.
“hey, y/n. woah, are you okay? you smell terrified.”
“i…” you mumble and touch your wrist. “someone scented me without permission.”
“scented you?” eijirou repeats.
mina overhears and practically climbs over eijirou to get to you. “what?! who scented you?”
katsuki walks over when he sees you sitting with them. “hey, why—what happened?” he growls, noticing your distressed scent.
you look up at katsuki and reach for him, unshed tears pricking your lash line. “alpha,” you sniffle.
he sits next to you, cupping your face. “shh, it’s okay. what happened?”
you wordlessly hold up the wrist shindo scented to his face. katsuki looks at you before growling loudly when he smells your scent mixed with shindo’s.“that bastard!”
eijirou holds his nose when katsuki’s scent spikes. “dude, relax.”
izuku, more familiar with katsuki’s scents, puts his hand on the blond’s shoulder. “kacchan, calm down.”
“that bastard touched my omega. he fuckin’ scented her without her consent! he needs to fucking know not to touch what’s mine,” he growls.
camie tries to calm you down, rubbing her wrist on yours to drown out shindos sharp scent. 
mina hugs you close as you whimper softly. katsuki grumbles to himself and storms out of the vip area. 
“where’s he going?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with a tissue.
“hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid,” izuku sighs. “i should go after him.”
you watch izuku follow katsuki, taking off your loose lash. “ugh, i don’t have any glue…”
“just take off the other bestie. you still look cute,” camie smiles, letting out a soothing pheromone.
“thanks, you guys.”
“what happened, anyway?” mina asks.
“i was leaving the bathroom and i bumped into him and it was whatever, then he started complimenting me and i felt a little uncomfortable. i tried going back up the stairs and he grabbed my wrist and scented me,” you explain.
“he looked so nice in his pictures. who knew he was such an ass,” camie pouts. “boo.”
katsuki descends the stairs, his eyes darting through the crowd until he sees shindo sitting at the bar, nonchalantly drinking a whiskey with thyme. he marches his way through the crowd and tugs the brunet back by his collar, spinning shindo and swinging his fist across his face.
a few people gasp at the sight, pausing their dancing.
“woah, man, what’s your problem?” shindo asks, cupping his aching jaw.
“you know damn well what you did! how fuckin’ dare you scent my omega!” katsuki seethes.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“you’re a goddamn liar and a fucking piece of shit!”
shindo glares at katsuki, still cupping his jaw before swinging at katsuki, growling when he misses.
a crowd surrounds the two, causing a commotion while some people chant, ‘fight fight fight!’
you pull away from your friends to peek over the railing at the commotion, gasping when you see katsuki and shindo fighting. “can someone stop them before katsuki gets hurt? where’s deku?”
you let out a distressed whine, watching the brawl. izuku places a hand on katsuki’s shoulder, making katsuki stop swinging as shindo lays bruised and battered on the tiled floor.
he looks up at you then back at shindo and scowls. “you’re fuckin’ lucky you’re not dead,” he growls before walking off, making his way towards you.
you look up at him, subtly releasing calming pheromones underneath your scared scent.
“it’s okay now, pretty girl.”
you scan katsuki for any injuries and whimper when you see his bruised knuckles, the skin on his index finger a little scratched up. “you should get this cleaned up.”
camie soaks a tissue in one of her tequila shots and uses it to wipe katsuki’s scratch. he winces slightly and starts to growl.
“oh relax, ya big baby,” camie scoffs.
“you try putting pure alcohol onto your wounds then tell me how you feel,” he grumbles.
camie rolls her eyes. “you’re welcome.”
“alpha?” you call out, rubbing the back of his uninjured hand. “are you sure you’re okay? we can leave if you want.”
“i’m fine, pretty girl. nothing i can’t handle. let's just enjoy the rest of our night. you still haven’t tried your namesake.”
“but you’re hurt. and what if shindo tries to beat you up again?”
katsuki scoffs. “he’s been kicked out, don’t worry about it.”
“if you say so. i just want to make sure you’re okay. we can go home and i can treat your wound properly.”
katsuki smiles down at you and kisses your temple.
“we can play doctor another time,” he whispers in your ear, grinning to himself when you look down at your lap and feel your face start to burn.
“katsuki! you're so bold!”
“only for you, pretty girl.”
you let out a soft purr as he scoots closer to you. “you’re so annoying…”
“but you like me when i’m annoying,” he chuckles and stands back up. “i have to go talk to my employees. stay here and stay cute.”
“okay,” you chirp, watching him descend the stairs. while hanging out with the girls and katsuki’s friends, you bond with hanta and shoto, giggling at hanta’s jokes and explaining a couple to shoto.
a waitress comes up the stairs and places a drink in front of you. “one drink for you miss,” she  smiles politely.
“oh, i didn’t order this,” you mumble.
“courtesy of the boss. it’s the pretty girl.”
“ooh,” you chirp happily and pick it up, waving the dry ice cloud away. “it looks so good, thank you.”
“wait!” camie squawks and holds up her phone, taking a quick picture of it. “totally mood board inspo.”
“it’s so pretty,” mina awes. “what’s it taste like?”
you take a quick sip and snack your lips together. “like a spicy strawberry. it’s pretty good.”
“ooh, can i get one?!” mina asks. “was her’s virgin?”
“yes. i can get the bartender to add vodka and tequila if you want,” the waitress says.
“i’ll have that.”
“me too!” camie giggles.
you happily sip your drink as shoto stares at it. “something on your mind?”
“how did you get katsuki to act so docile around you?” he mutters. “is the drink really that good?”
you nod and ask the lady to bring two more so you can get one for shoto. “docile?”
hanta leans over to talk to you. “no offense but he’s crazy. i don’t think i’ve ever seen him calm when he’s not asleep.”
“really? i mean he’s protective but that’s about it,” you hum. “he’s a good alpha though. he makes good food, brings me gifts, and he treats me like a princess,” you smile.
“what’d he get you?” camie asks, grinning when the waitress comes by with a small tray of pink drinks and a light pink one.
“he gave me this bracelet a few days ago,” you grin and show her the diamond cuban link bracelet on your wrist twinkling under the neon lights.
“wow, that looks like it cost a lot! he really cares about you.” 
“came in a little red box and everything,” mina snorts.
you touch the jewellery. “i wouldn’t know. he refused to tell me how much it was. i love it though, i’m just too scared to wear it out cause what if i lose it?”
shoto gently holds your wrist and inspects the bracelet.“i don’t think it will. it looks custom made so it won’t slip off.”
you look at the chain and gasp. “really?”
he nods and gently tilts your wrist. “it looks like the chain i was gonna get midoriya. might be the same crafter.”
“aww,” you and the girls swoon.
izuku makes his way back up the stairs, with a glass of water in hand. “what did i miss?”
“nothing!”
“just talking about how y/n managed to tame the beast known as bakubro,” eijirou chuckles, placing his arm over mina’s shoulders.
“ooh yeah, he was really mad before he came up here. shindo’s out though and i think he’ll be out of a lot of places for a while.”
“good, that asshole deserves it for what he did. he’s lucky, katsuki didn’t call the cops on him after he got tossed out of komori the first time,” hanta adds.
“guy’s lucky i wasn’t on shift when i worked there,” eijirou scoffs.
you preen a little at the thought of the alpha defending your honour, hiding your smile in your drink.
“uh oh, someone’s flustered,” sero teases
“what? no i’m not!” you sputter.
“you’re stinking up the place,” mina comments.
your hand smacks your neck. “i should put my patches back on…”
mina hands you a set she keeps in her bag. “here. i kept these in my purse for you. also, your bag’s still in the other booth.”
“oh, i’ll go get it,” you nod and stand up to grab your bag, stopping when the music dies down and you hear feedback from a microphone. you look over the railing and see katsuki standing by the dj with a mic in hand. ‘what’s going on?’
katsuki gives a brief, grumbled speech mentioning the grand opening, picking up an orange drink. his eyes drift up to the railing, settling on your figure. you give him a small wave and smile.
he holds the glass up at you, but vaguely enough for people to think he’s just making a toast. “i’d like to raise a glass to the future success of the komori franchise. to komori!”
the crowd cheers and raises their glasses. once he takes a sip, he looks up at you and winks before descending the dj area as the music picks up again.
once katsuki makes his way back to the private area, his friends congratulate him. he scoffs lowly and rolls his eyes before walking over to you. 
“you like the drink?” he comments when he sees your glasses on the table.
“it’s yummy,” you grin up at him, putting your arms around his neck. “thank you.”
a muscled arm circles your waist until you’re flush against katsuki’s bulky frame. his smokey scent flaring out. his hand squeezes your bottom and you frantically hold your skirt hem so he doesn’t pull it up.
“get it bestie!” mina cheers as eijirou and hanta woop playfully.
“oh god,” you mutter in embarrassment and hide your face in katsuki’s black shirt.
katsuki leads you back to your booth and sits you down next to him. “you smell different.”
“my scent was flaring up so i put the patches back on.”
he chuffs. “i liked it without the patches.”
“maybe later?”
“i’ll hold ya to that, tiny,” he smirks.
after a long night, you finally convince everyone to let you leave with katsuki.
“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell a tipsy mina leaning on eijirou.
“noooooo,” she whines. “got- gotta go with meh bestie. you…you are my bestie~”
“take care of her,” you giggle at eijirou and scoot out of the booth, holding katsuki’s hand.
“i will,” eijirou chuckles. “c’mon babe, let’s get you home.”
“don’t leave me eiji, i lub you,” she sniffles.
“i won’t. i’ll get you some water when you get home and we can cuddle.”
“cuddles? i like cuddles…”
“i know, mimi.”
outside, you breathe in the fresh autumn air. not realising how stuffy it was in the club. you whine and lean on katsuki, kicking your foot up to rub your heel. “my feet are killing me.”
“if you want, i’ll give you a massage.”
“your hand is still injured so i’ll have to take a raincheck. but thank you for the offer alpha,” you chirp.
he leads you into his car and opens the passenger door for you, kissing your cheek before you sit. after climbing inside and starting the car, katsuki drives off towards his apartment uptown.
you hold onto his arm as he leads you inside, giggling as he kisses you softly, subtly peeling off your scent patches and tucking them into your purse to throw away later.
“ugh, i’m exhausted,” you groan and drape yourself over his army green couch, checking your phone. “three a.m?! time really flew.”
“we had too much fun, that’s why,” he chuckles and kicks off his loafers next to your heels by the door.
you hum tiredly and tie up your locs, nose wrinkling at the tiny bit of shindo’s stink scent on your wrist.
“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” katsuki questions when he sees your expression.
“i still smell like him…i need a shower.”
“oh~?” 
“an actual shower, please. no funny stuff.”
“alright. alright. i think you still have some of your clothes and stuff  here from last time in the closet. i’ll be out here. do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”
“i’m okay. well, maybe some water.”
“alright.”
over the past few months, you’ve left little bits of yourself in katsuki’s lavish, dark penthouse with each visit. you find the little travel shower kit you left in his walk-in closet and notice something bright orange peeking out between some folded dark clothes on one of the shelves.
curiosity gets the better of you and you peel it out, opening it and reading the words printed on the front. ‘dynamight?’
did ‘dynamite’ get misspelt? you turn it a few times, see some scribbled writing on the sleeve, wonder if it’s big enough for you to wear after the shower and gently place it back on the shelf for later.
you take a well deserved shower and change into a new white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, picking the hoodie up again. “alpha?” you call out from his room. not hearing a reply, you wear the hoodie anyway, wiggling the big sleeves around.
the collar is saturated in his warm caramel scent, and a little detergent, making your omega purr happily.
you giggle softly and flap your arms as you walk down the stairs towards the living room.
“hey pretty girl, were you calling m—” katsuki calls out as he walks out of the pantry. “where did you find that?
“i found it in your closet.” you rub the soft sleeve. “i hope you don’t mind.”
‘she’s wearing the all might hoodie…’
“it’s fine, don't worry.”
“why does it say ‘dynamight’ on it though? is it like a collectible where they spell a word wrong?”
“it’s a long story.”
you clap softly. “ooh, story.”
he chortles under his breath and leans on the black marble counter. “all might is a comic book character from when i was a kid deku and i were obsessed with. ‘dynamight’ is—you’re gonna laugh at this—it’s kind of a fan name i came up with and printed it on the hoodie.”
“awwww!” you coo at the story. “that’s so cute!”
“i met the actor that played him in the live action show in that hoodie during a fashion show when i was, i think, twenty four, and he signed the sleeve for me.”
“that’s so cool! where’d you get this sweatshirt by the way? it’s so comfy,” you giggle, looking at him and eagerly flapping your hands. “hehe, i’ve got sleeve hands.”
‘cute,’ he thinks. ‘so small.’
“can’t remember.” he shrugs.
“aw,” you pout and put the hood up. “i’m keeping it.”
“if you keep stealing my sweatshirts there won’t be any left,” he chuckles.
“but they’re so comfy.”
“i’ll make you a deal. you can have that one if you give me the ones that don’t have my scent anymore.”
“whyyy?” you whine. “i like your hoodies.”
“I know but i need some of them back, pretty girl.” you pout before an idea crosses your mind. you look up at suki with big eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.
he grimaces. “not the puppy eyes.”
“please?”
“pretty girl…”
“please alpha,” you whine, holding onto his arm and adding a pout with a slight lip quiver. katsuki feels his chest pang with guilt. “i’ll do anything for another hoodie.”
“ugh, fine. you can keep it for now.”
“yay!” you squeal and hug his arm tighter. “thank you, ‘suki.”
“you’re welcome. did you still want that water?”
“yes please! but first lemme see your hands,” you order. katsuki lets you see his bruised hands, your thumb going over the scrapes. “i’ll dress this up after you take a shower.”
“you don’t have to, it’s not even that bad,” he insists.
“you have to clean them properly, katsuki.”
he chuckles at your fussing. “okay, nurse.”
“doctor,” you correct.
“oh, sorry dr. pretty girl.”
“better,” you smile proudly. “now go shower and i’ll meet you in your den.”
“yes doctor,” he teases.
after about fifteen minutes, katsuki emerges from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his neck with a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips .
you sit on the bed with his mini first aid kit and clean up the wound with rubbing alcohol, putting a dark green bandage on the biggest scrape.
“thanks again,” you say quietly. “you didn’t have to beat him up like that…”
“he made you uncomfortable and scented you without permission,” he growls.
you kiss his bandaged knuckles. “thank you, alpha.”
“i’d do anything for you, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your cheek tenderly. 
both of you settle into bed for the night, somehow ending up naked and enjoying the skin on skin contact. you sleepily rub your cheek on his chest, purring softly and covering him in warm vanilla.
katsuki looks down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb as you nestle impossibly closer. “g’night, alpha,” you yawn, slowly drifting off.
katsuki smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight pretty girl.” he waits until your breathing turns deep and even. “i love you.”
you smile softly in your sleep at the sound of the tender words, snuggling closer and falling asleep.
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intotherumiverse · 2 years
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★ ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა 𝙐𝙍 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙈𝙎, 𝙄’𝙈 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎 !!
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ღ. synopsis ; when the comments gets to rowdy  ღ. featuring ; k. bbakugou, i. midoriya, t. iida, e. kirishima, h. sero, s. todoroki,  ღ. cw ; aged up bnha (they’re 18+), slightly suggestive, feral bnha ღ. notes ; i think i like my formatting. its hot. anyways enjoy <3 ღ. reader ; female 
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katsuki bakugou 
he hates certain comments on your posts
espically on tiktok 
you know those tiktoks where every single comment has a response to it? yeah that’s him 
there was one incident where he got temp-banned from tiktok from commenting too much 
whenever you post a hot photo of yourself on insta katsuki spends at least two hours scrolling through comments making sure that people stay on their best behavior 
and god forbid that someone comments something remotely flirty under your comments with pure rage 
“you shitty nerds wouldn’t even know how to handle the loml back the fuck off” 
but on the flip side he’ll make sure the next photo you take if riddled with hickies 
his pr team has fun
izuku midoriya 
he thinks they’re cute 
he’ll ask you some of the meanings behind them 
“baby @ user said I look submissive and breedable? what does that mean?” 
he’s so cute oh my lord
also he finds time to respond on every single comment 
“@ user commented: IZUKU ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😭☝🏾” and he’s over here like “I do not think it would work out too well, since i am taken with no resolve to leave
he likes putting them down easy, even though you keep telling him he can be mean to them 
i mean he causes the comment 99.9% of the time with his after gym inst posts? yea
tenya iida 
he doesn’t understand them
poor thing 
he’d probably looks at his comment section so confused 
late at night, he’s just thinking it over 
he always responds to it so hesitantly 
he calls the simp comments the iidanation tho
and there was the time where you told him to call his fans my slime💪🏾😈‼️
they don’t let him live it down to this day 
he has my slime merch somewhere el o el
kirishima eijiro 
he’s so cheerful about it 
any comment is usually responded by 💪🏾💞😼 thank you 
some variation by that
he genuinely thinks they are being nice and he wants to support his fans 
HES !!!!! BEING !!!!! MANLY !!!! 
his instagram lives are just him talking to his fans about his day and absolutely nothing else 
kisses the screen at the end of each live and telling everyone he loves you 
because he does !!!!!
sero hanta 
he understands to the fullest extent what he’s doing 
man is lean, a little too fucking lean and he always likes riling up his audience.
so he flirts back 
don’t worry doesn’t entertain them for long 
long enough for people to start editing him 
and when they do, best believe that he’s reposting them to his reels with the longest line of emojis known to man 
and always hyping them up and telling them how good they made him look. 
shoto todoroki 
rarely answers them
shoto likes going on lives rather then posting so whenever he gets comments, he answers them live
and most of the time he’s doing live with you 
so whenever he sees a particularly eye raising comments he almost always acts clueless, asking you to elaborate 
“oh? would you like to explain darling” 
there are just a bunch of fan edits of him calling his fans darlings 
which is the cutest thing to him
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sobercoffee415 · 1 year
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🧡✨ Little Thoughts ✨🧡
Bakugou Katsuki, the revered Dragon King, Slayer of Beasts and a War Monger who ruled with an iron fist. Although the life of a King is ever luxurious and tiring. All he looks forward to is his spouse's cooking. Many foreign kings have expensive and high quality foods and dishes, while he does have gold and jewels he much prefer a simple dish. His favourites are his spouse's spicy chicken and rice. Many onlookers and citizens think that Bakugou Katsuki is only a ruler who ruled with an iron fists but to his friends, castle staff and his spouse. He is quite the sweetheart and loves his spouse.
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fairytsuk1 · 2 years
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i spy with my little eye | (s)
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inspired by this drabble.
pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader
genre: smut
words: 3.6k
summary: kirishima's had enough of being forced to endure you and bakugou fucking next door every day. finally, he decides to do something about it
warnings: established relationship, f!reader, forced voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!kirishima, sub!reader, dom!bakugou, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, explicit language
“You don’t look so good, Kirishima. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Kirishima hadn’t felt any ill-will towards his friend before today, but if Kaminari asked him one more time if he was okay… he might kill him. “I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days! No big deal.”
Red eyes drift over to your form perched pretty on your desk. Everything felt ridiculously lewd when it came to you. He couldn’t see the bruises, but he knew they were there. His eyes scour the soft skin revealed by your skirt, and the boy wonders if you were wearing the baby pink panties that Bakugou had said: “make you look so pretty.”
He tried not to think about it too much. It was… disrespectful. You were his best friend’s girlfriend! It was perverted; that’s what it was! It didn’t matter if he could hear you getting railed every night or that he knew you could take Bakugou without gagging (you always took him to the base of his apparently thick cock, he knew that too.)
“What are you looking at?”
Blue uniform jeans block the entrancing view of your legs dangling mindlessly over the desk like they did over Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima burned a brighter red than his hair and snapped his gaze up to his friend’s face- he didn’t look mad, but you could never be too sure.
“I was just spacing out! Sorry, I feel like I’ve had a long day already. 
“Mhm. We’re training today. You better be at the top of your game, so I don’t kick your ass,” lips unfurl to reveal borderline sharp teeth, “I feel good today.”
Probably because you got your dick sucked within the past twelve hours, Kirishima thinks. He grins and shakes his head; he’s completely unaware of that fact. Bakugou can never know that he knows something so invasive. Kirishima has to stay strong.
“Of course, I’ll be at the top of my game! That’s what heroes do.” Bakugou mumbles something about being the top hero, and he shifts just enough for his best friend to see you looking back at your boyfriend.
Kirishima’s eyes meet yours as your own trail down, and he’s keenly aware of the strawberry lip gloss that sticks to your lips and makes them look so kissable. Kirishima waves before turning to rifle through his bag; he misses how you smile mischievously before hopping off your desk. Class passes uneventfully, but Kirishima still can’t keep his mind off your baby pink panties. He prays no one has a mind-reading quirk.
Soon enough, Kirishima darted out of his seat and eagerly joined Midoriya on his trek toward the support classrooms. His hard-on had dissipated, and he was sure he was ready to have a good day.
“That’s what I was gonna ask Hatsume about! If I’m doing full-harden, I just need to make sure I’m not hurting others.”
Midoriya nods in agreement before spouting about his forearms and other technical things about his quirk (quirks? Kirishima isn’t so sure anymore), making it hard for the redhead to follow. 
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, don’t wait up!”
“Yep, see ya!”
The hallway is quiet, and it’s blissful to bask in the sunlight that shines through the windows. It’s a nice day, and Kirishima hasn’t thought about your naked body since that morning.
It’s almost comedic. There’s a screech as he advances farther down the hall, making his steps falter, and his body flinch. There are empty classrooms now and then, but that screech sounded worrying like someone was rushing past a ton of desks! The classroom door sits slightly ajar, and Kirishima feels dragged towards it as if intoxicated. 
He should’ve known. You and Bakugou had disappeared so suddenly, and with libidos so high… he should’ve guessed you two were alone somewhere. 
“Katsuki…” he’s a fiend, exposing your chest with hands that paw at you like a dog, “we’re being loud.”
“No one’s around. Just relax, babe,” he pulls your bra down, the cups lifting your breasts just enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Your whines echo, and your back arches as you pant with a flushed face. It was so, well, you looked like a porn star. You looked beautiful. Kirishima can feel the blood going south, arousal hanging heavily between his legs.
Katsuki tells you to just “let me do this,” and you let him. The two of you aren’t even aware of your audience. Kirishima wonders if you’d make the same sounds with him. If you’d push his face to your chest or spread your legs so needily for his cock.
Precum is spilling into his boxers, and he knows it’ll be disgusting later when he has to walk around like he’s not soiling himself. He can’t help it, though, not when your slick pulls away from your pussy in clear strings when Bakugou peels your panties off. He was right, baby pink.
You’re everything but innocent. When you take Bakugou’s fingers into your mouth and suck like the cock-loving whore you are, you’re not the same girl he knew at the beginning of the year. You bat your eyes and shift forward to grab Bakugou’s attention. You really are beautiful. 
Ultimately, you’re a great performer, and it makes Kirishima so fucking hard that he has to slip a hand in his pants. You’re just too good.
“You’ll do anything for me, hm? You’re spread out on a fucking desk at UA; you look like a slut.”
Weirdly, Kirishima wishes he was you and that Bakugou was looking at him like that. How would it feel?
He’s not sure, but you are. You love the degradation. You love when he’s so mean. You could whine all you want about how he’s hurting your feelings, but the words make your clit pulse and thighs rub together. He’s always right, too. You look debauched when you’re under his influence. Spit slick lips that shine, and you can feel a bit of drool dribble out the corner of your mouth. You’re cock hungry. No, you’re Katsuki hungry.
You love your boyfriend, and all you could ever want is him. His lips, fingers, cock, you want it all. You tell him this, pulling up your skirt higher to expose a soft patch of curls and the way your pussy glistens pink. 
“You’re lucky I love you; you think anyone else could satisfy you? Anyone but me?” 
He takes his thumb and rubs tight circles on your clit, the pressure makes you want to shut your legs, but Katsuki’s wide frame easily prevents it. You take what’s given to you, thick fingers making a squelching noise that turns your face red and makes you cover your mouth like that would prevent the lewd sounds of your boyfriend fingering you from reaching others’ ears. 
Your boyfriend grins snarkily, muttering that it’s all ’cause of him you’re soaked and practically creaming after only a few minutes of him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He uses his body weight to lean over you; you’re trapped in the best way as he fucks you with only a hand. 
Kirishima fucks his fist, too. If anyone turned the corner, they’d see him, and he’s sure his career would be over before it started. For some reason, though, every time he watches Bakugou curl his fingers up and make you wail into your hands, he can’t seem to care too much about the consequences. 
It’s not enough, though.
The denim jeans are still constricting even with his belt unbuckled, and he’s working up a sweat with how hard he’s trying to cum at this mind-blowing moment. He watches Bakugou’s knees buckle, and the blond is suddenly between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth on a level only you could bear. You rest your feet on his shoulders, white knee-high socks making you look like an angel. 
This isn’t right, but Kirishima bit the apple and swallowed it. It’s stuck in his throat, and he doesn’t even care that he’s jerking off to Bakugou, bringing you to the edge with a tongue he wishes was wrapped around his dick. The view is obscured now, but Kirishima could fill in the details, and he feels a tight coil in his stomach turning into a knot. Your fingers scrape the desk, trying to find purchase to ground yourself before giving up and desperately grabbing Katsuki’s hair to steady yourself. 
Kirishima wheezes. It’s so loud he hears his blood rushing in his ears as he tightens his fist around the head of his red cock. The pre-cum, his fist, the slurping, and your cries now that you’re about to cum all over Katsuki’s tongue. It’s so overwhelming. Kirishima watches as the two of you make eye contact. You blubber and shake, but he strains to hear the three words, “luh-love you, ‘tsuki.”
Cum paints the inside of his boxers, and he keels over with shaking legs, trying to ride out his orgasm the best he can without passing out.
Katsuki cleans you up effortlessly (eating pussy is one of his favorite things, after all.) 
“‘S too sensitive Katsuki, no more.”
“I’m cleaning you up; stay still,” he suckles on your oversensitive clit just to hear you whine, “I’m done now.” 
Kirishima watches, enraptured at the grossly romantic display. You still look a mess as you shift in Bakugou’s arms, your thighs are still sticky, and your lips bit red; but he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl.
The shame washes over him so heavily that Kirishima feels his eyes bubble with tears, and he tears his face away from the scene. Was it worth it? As he crashes into his own self-guilt, he rushes out to the bathroom, uncaring if Midoriya was still in a stall.
“That was the last time, ever,” Kirishima wishes he could follow through. No matter how hard he presses his hands into his eye sockets, he can’t help the blood flowing to his dick at the thought of you whining out your boyfriend’s name.
Hell is hot, but you’re so much hotter.
Kirishima’s tired at the end of the day, his training exhausted him, and the heart-bursting orgasm didn’t help either. He watches Bakugou go to bed offensively early; he wonders if tonight was the night he’d get a total of eight hours. He goes to bed soon after with a smile on his face.
The stars hang low with a glimmer only they could hold. It’s cool in Kirishima’s room with the window open. The nighttime breeze washes over his limbs as he lies sleepily in boxers and a black t-shirt. It’s finally time to rest. 
His eyes are closed, and he hopes there isn’t a quiz tomorrow like his brain was assuming. Then, he hears it; it’d be unnoticeable if he wasn’t pressed right up against the wall. There’s a thump and the murmur of whispered voices that sound so muffled he can’t determine what’s being said. This, however, is not relevant when he knows that gruff tone and the meek voice could only mean one thing.
Instead of feeling aroused, a sense of frustration builds. Like a thermometer hitting dangerous levels of hot, he’s getting fired up. You two weren’t considerate at all! Why should he have to be the one to put on headphones or go for a late-night walk? He shoots up out of his bed and stomps on his slippers. Why should he have to accommodate for your- to be frank- unnatural levels of horniness coursing through your veins?
He’s in front of your door before he knows it, and he’s knocking before he can feel the wood on his knuckles. 
“Shitty hair.”
You’re sitting in a tank top and wearing panties, blue ones. Kirishima realizes what he’s done.
“Uh, hello? I was, uh, I was gonna ask if you guys could keep it down,” he pauses and looks at everything that isn’t the blond in a fitted black tank top, “it’s actually really been bothering me since I can hear everything. It’s kind of annoying, actually.”
“Was it annoying when you sat behind the door jerking off? While you were watching us?” Bakugou’s mere presence looms over him while his words strike Kirishima in the heart.
He goes underwater for a minute, struggling to breathe and flailing on the inside. His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he feels embarrassed that the rush gives him a surge of excitement in his tummy.
He opens his mouth, gasping like a fish while you stand and come up behind your boyfriend. Kirishima wishes the world cracked open and swallowed him whole or that he had a mind-erasing quirk, maybe both.
“…I should go! Sorry for bothering you….”
Were your hands always so dainty? So tiny with trimmed cuticles and glossy nails. He falters in his steps and lets you pull him in.
You’re a witch, he decides. You’re magic, and he drinks you in as you tug him through the door, and Bakugou locks it.
You grin as he takes a seat, Bakugou following distantly behind before you speak.
“I noticed you staring today, Kiri,” you wait till he’s about to speak before cutting him off, “it’s okay! I liked it; I liked knowing you knew.”
“Oh.”
Your hand rests on his bare thigh as you scan him up and down, “you wanna feel something nice?”
His head feels hollow, and he can’t do anything but nod. He feels Bakugou take a seat behind him, effectively trapped between his two favorite objects of affection. He’s not even ready for the way your soft lips envelop his in a heated kiss. His cock throbs in his pants, keenly aware of Bakugou’s hot breath on his neck.
“You better enjoy this, fantasizing ’bout it for so damn long. It’s a pretty nice sight,” a rough chuckle escapes him as you deepen the kiss, sliding on top of Kirishima’s warm, built body, “you know she asked me once how thick your cock was.
An “Eijirou” tumbles out of your lips, and his hips jolt forward from it. Kisses bloom like flowers all over his neck and Adam’s apple. It feels like he’s flying, like when he took too big of a hit when smoking with Sero. It’s more than incredible. It’s like he’s on cloud nine.
He musters his courage to go from a melting puddle to a force behind the tornado. 
“I want to be good for you,” his thoughts echo in his actions with hands that paw at your waist that continues grinding.
“I wanna see her perform, like how she did with you. I wanna see her… like that."
You grin, swiping your bottom lip with your tongue. You look at Katsuki, whose eyes are blown wide with arousal and can only encourage you, “go on. Be my pretty baby.”
Your panties are sticking to you as you pull the oversized t-shirt over you; the pair of eyes on your body feels so nice. Katsuki looks proud, and Kirishima’s eyes roam over every inch of skin like he wants to devour you.
The clasp of your bra is undone, and you feel a sudden shyness at your nudity, but the two men admire you like you’re Ophelia. Katsuki lets his head droop onto Kirishima’s shoulder. The fire in your lower belly, who’s witness to tension between the two males, builds and crashes. 
The guiding of hands to your chest, the tweak of a nipple and a mewl, and the head push that allows for a warm mouth to take your breast into his mouth subconsciously make your hands crave stability. Katsuki hooks his thumbs into your panties to pull them off as Kirishima maneuvers till he’s at your side and touching you all over.
You thought he might be inexperienced, but with the way his calloused hands reach down towards your cunt and circle your clit with the lightest of pressure, you wonder who else he’s been with. 
“Kirishima…”
“Call me Eijirou.”
Katsuki keeps you from shutting your legs, but it’s not his tongue diving between your folds. Kirishima takes the opportunity to taste as much of you as he can. After weeks of jerking off till he splatters cum into his hand, he’s desperate to make you cream on his tongue (and hopefully his cock.)
It’s almost ridiculous how good he is, how the two pairs of hands on you make drool spill out the side of your mouth. You look so impossibly fucked out from the redhead between your legs that you can hardly believe the circumstances.
“She’s acting like a whore because of you. Look at you; I’m proud of you.”
Kirishima groans as he rubs himself against the bed, rutting like a pathetic puppy. Bakugou realizes he has two sluts in his room, begging for a taste of pleasure. He sneers, mumbling at how pathetic the two of you look, and observes how the two of you melt further into orgasmic bliss.
“Make her cum Kirishima, then she’ll pay you back. Right babe? You’ll help Shitty Hair?”
You babble nonsensically, “yes! Yes, please… ’m close. Katsuki I…” Your hand reaches out for his, desperate to be grounded as you edge closer and closer to the cliff. 
Kirishima sucks your clit ruthlessly as you cream on his tongue and fingers. It borders on painful when Kirishima keeps licking and keeps lapping up all the essence that spills out of you.
“Stop… Eijirou, ’s too much. It’s your turn! For…for you.”
Kirishima finally brings his eyes to focus back on you on the bed, and you feel like he’s got tunnel vision for your pussy. A hand lewdly wipes the shine off his lips and chin, tilting his head.
“What do you mean? This is for me.”
Even after short-lived overstimulation, you throb in between your legs and shut them. Katsuki can no longer help himself, and the two boys are suddenly clashing into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.
You briefly wonder if you’ve accidentally snuck onto a porn set-up. You take the time to regain yourself and crawl over to Eijirou with hands pawing at his cock that’s drenching his boxers. 
“Who do you want?”
Kirishima feels overwhelmed by the question and stays silent before mumbling out a loose and far-away “both?” You look at Katsuki, who rolls his eyes, “I’ll be better than you at this.”
“I go down on you all the time! That’s not fair!”
“Shut up,” Katsuki peels his friend’s underwear down, and you feel yourself grow hotter as his tongue laves over Eijirou’s cock, “are ya gonna help or what?” 
The room’s air is sticky, and Kirishima feels overwhelmed when he looks down to see a tongue sucking his balls into one mouth while a different pair of lips focuses on the tip; his stomach glistens with sweat as he heaves breaths.
He smells musky, and you beam when you take him into your throat, and he whimpers with twitching legs. Katsuki stares hungrily, reaching up to swallow his noises with a dominating kiss that nearly sends Kirishima backward.
“I might–might cum soon,” he feels like he’s speaking into space, like no one could hear his plea for both release and for the pleasure to cease so he could maintain his dignity. 
Katsuki grunts, nose buried just under his belly button as he swallows, “Bakugou!” Kirishima wails and hunches over, fingers digging into his scalp as his cock is overwhelmed by heat and the tightness of the blond’s throat.
Ever the persistent one, Katsuki swallows again as you take a hand to gently knead Kirishima’s balls; it’s heaven. There’s no way it isn’t; he vaguely notes how roughly textured the ceiling is with eyes rolling towards it. A dopey smile makes its way onto his face as he spills his load down Katsuki’s throat, the latter finally gagging as he’s forced to take it all.
Your boyfriend heaves out a couple of breaths, a glare coming from him as he’s forced to swallow Kirishima’s spunk. 
His eyes betray him as they gleam with satisfaction.
“Katsuki, wha-what about you?”
Bakugou takes the time to cough into his elbow, eyes brimming with tears and a flushed face making him look perfect. At your concern, he grins and wipes his mouth one more time, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we should save some of it for later?”
Kirishima’s back straightens as he stares in between you and Katsuki, crying out that he might not be able to see Bakugou make you cream on his cock and stretch you out till tears pool in your eyes. 
“But you have to fuck her!”
Red eyes flit over to Kirishima, his strength wilts as he makes himself smaller under the dominant (and overpowering) gaze.
“No, you both have had your fill. Besides, you have a lot more to make up for.”
You grin and bounce in your spot on the bed; both men struggle to keep their eyes on your face.
“Yeah, Kirishima, don’t you know?”
“Know what?”
“Don’t you know that even if you think you deserve it, you don’t,” your breath hits the shell of his ear as you advance like a predator ready to eviscerate its prey. He waits with bated breath as you deliberately keep him hanging onto every word.
“You’re no peeping tom, Eijirou. You’re just a pervert.”
Kirishima considers himself a good man who doesn’t spy on his best friend having sex or who doesn’t wait for it to happen right in front of his eyes if given a chance. But he can’t deny it at all.
Kirishima hadn’t fallen from grace; he was still the most beautiful angel. But, at the end of the day, he couldn’t deny one simple fact about himself. 
He was a pervert, and no one else could live up to the title best but him.
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yes-i-am-a-sinner · 2 years
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masterlist
disclaimer: all works are black!fem!reader unless stated. the reader can be implied, out right stated, or include visuals of black people!!
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MY HERO ACADEMIA
Pure Divine Energy 1 2
(Aizawa x black!spiritual/witch!reader with locs)
Aizawa with a Cottage Core!GF 🌸
I Want It That Way 🎤
(Aizawa x black!reader)
My Hands Are Tied 🔞
(Aizawa one shot; no reader insert)
Bakugou with a Cottage Core!GF 💕
Bakugou the Hairstylist 🦋
(Bakugou x black!momma!reader with baby girl)
Bakugou with a Chunky Baby 🍼
(Bakugou & his kid)
Domming Sub!Bakugou (18+) 🧡
Making Rotel for Bakugou 😋
(random thought)
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JUJUTSU KAISEN
Baby Doll 💵
(Nanami x black!reader)
Pussy Piercing (+18) 💋
(Gojo x black!reader)
“Take them tiddies out” tiktok 📱
(Gojo x black!reader) / random thought
GAHH DAYUM 👴🏽🕶🤏🏽
(Gojo & Namani x black!reader) / random thought
“Get Out of Work” Free Card 📱
(Nanami x black!reader)
ATTACK ON TITAN
Possessive Eren 🫦
Don’t take Eren to the hair store 👀
(random thought)
OTHER
Milk, Gold, and Honey 🍯
(your fav x black!gn!reader)
Duke it out with Sophie 🔥
(Howl x black!reader) / random thought
Eve (18+) 🍎
(no specific character; writing practice)
tag: @ofblckwriters
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yassificat1on · 2 years
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'We need to talk'
sent 12 hours ago
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Summary: After months of heartache, you end your ever failing relationship.
C/W: ANGST!! Break ups, toxic relationships, verbal abuse, failed relationship, cussing, heartache (?).
If you are sensitive to any of that, DO NOT READ FURTHER! This is your final warning. Also, please excuse any spelling/grammar errors, I'm exhausted. Not beta read, i'll die like Twice, teehee.
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'we need to talk.'
sent 12 hours ago
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It was now 10:27pm in the dorms. Everyone was in their rooms. In fact, everyone had to be in their rooms by 8:15pm. 
Bakugou had peeked over to the text when it was first sent. Then three hours later. Then five hours later. Then nine hours later. 
'What the hell could she possibly need to talk about now?' He thought. What so important that you had to text him, instead of just talking to him. You hadn't even talked to him all day. 
No 'good morning', no '10-minutes-before-homeroom-starts-chitchat', no lunchtime talk, no sticky notes on his locker, no Teams chat message. Nothing.
He rolled over in his bed and started towards the elevator and up to your room.
You had cried that night. Sobbing and hyperventilating, at that. Finally, after months of being ignored by your boyfriend, you finally broke. The pillow beneath you was fairly wet now, even soaking through the pillowcase.
By the time you were asleep, most everyone was still up and active in the dorms. Texts from the girls, and some guys, asking you 'where you were?' 'Why didn't you join game night?' 'Why didn't you eat dinner?' 
You woke up to the sound of knocking at your door, and someone trying to open the locked door.
"Go away, Mina. I'm not hungry." You said.
"Open the door, Y/n." The sound of his voice made the tears well up again. You stayed quiet, hoping he would go away.
"You said we need to talk. Open the door."
Oh yeah. You did say that. Fuck.
You sighed. You peeled up from your bed, wiped your eyes, and grabbed a robe. With your hand on the door, you took a deep breath. You opened the door and faced him, and the tears started again.
You could hear Mina's voice now, "Girl, it's gonna be like ripping off a bandaid. If you leave it on, it'll become all gross and disgusting and don't nobody got time for allat." Damn, she never missed.
Bakugou leaned on the door frame, nonchalantly, "So what did you want to talk about."
The way he said it made you think this was an inconvenience to him. You tried not to overthink, in fear of crying again. 
You took another deep breath and asked, "Do you like me?"
He looked at you like you asked the dumbest question in the world, "What the hell kind of question is that?" He sneered. 
You were exhausted, "Just answer me. I don't feel like doing this."
"You don't feel like doing this," He was no longer leaning, but standing up, arms crossed, "I don't feel like getting up at 10 to come to talk to you. I don't feel like comforting a crying girl way past bedtime, I don't feel like having these extras asking me "Where's Y/n?" like I'm supposed to know. She's in one of her moods now."
You were in shock. But you let him continue.
"I don't feel like doing alot of shit right now but I'm fuckin' doin' em because I like you." He nearly spat at you. 
You stood, mouth slightly agape. You gasped slightly, "I don't think you do."
He stared at you in pure shock. His expression read, 'Is this girl serious right now?'
"I just don't think you like me," Your voice was in a hush now, "I feel like… Like you think I'm a chore to be around." He let you continue.
"I feel bad. I feel like I'm not a priority. You never want to do anything with-" 
"Because I'm busy," Bakugou said plainly.
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT! I'VE BEEN BUSY TOO!" By now, someone would be telling you both to shut up. But it was silent. Almost everyone was listening.
"I make time for you. After every study sesh, after training and workouts, hell, even during. I always ask if you wanna join or see if you wanna meet after. But no, you're always busy."
He leaned back on the frame, bored as hell.
"I even have to beg you to come over to my dorm. And even when you do come over, it feels like we're laying with a brick wall between us." The tears started to fall. You didn't even try to stop them. "Do you love me?" 
He hesitated with his words a bit.
"Oh my god. You don't. I knew it." You threw your head back in frustration. "I can't believe I wasted four fucking months with a guy who doesn't even like me." 
You waited for a response from Bakugou. His mind seemed to be running a mile a minute. "I…I never said that." 
"Yeah, but you didn't defend what you did. The crazy thing is," You said, wiping your eyes on your robe sleeve, "Even though the hell you put me through, I still loved you."
Past tense, loved.
"You'd blow me off to do God knows what. But in the back of my mind, I figured that you were super exhausted and would prefer a night in, cuddling. But you never did."
"Lots of people show affection in a lot of different ways, Y/n. Not just one way. You make me sound like some sort of villain." He said, trying not to meet your glare.
"Oh yeah? When was the last time you kissed me? Hugged me? Told me you loved me? Hell, when was the last time you were even less than a foot apart from me?"
"...I let you cook for me." 
A long moment of silence passed, "You…let me…LET ME…cook for you? Are you serious?"
"Hey, HEY! I buy you shit too. Like that bear on your bed." 
You turned to look at the build-a-bear on your bed. You grabbed it, along with all of his sweatshirts you had, and a picture frame. You gathered it all up and held it out for him to take back.
"The hell are you doin' with all this?" He asked.
"Here. I'm giving it back."
Bakugou looked like he just got kicked in the chest, "What? Why?"
You dumped the stuff in his arms, "Kats- Bakugou, I can't keep doing this anymore. I don't think we should be together anymore." 
"I- So you're just gonna throw away what we had?!" He said.
"I'm throwing away what we had?! Are you serious? What did we have?  Did you not listen to a damn thing I said?! I cried myself to sleep for the past two months because of you! I can't keep making excuses for you and begging for a shred of attention from you. Bakugou, I'm so done with you!" You shouted. 
You slammed the door in his face and stormed off to bed. The slam startled him and he dropped the frame. It cracked when it hit the ground. He picked it up to see the damage. A large crack plagued your face and between both of your faces.
He lost you, he finally lost you.
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"Hey, babe! It's Y/n!"
"And Mina! Hehe."
"And I wanted to say that I love you, and you're super cute, and you're really strong and I'm glad that I'm your girlfriend. Mwah!"
Bakugou hadn't stopped pressing the bear's stomach you got for him. 
"Hey, babe! It's Y/n!"
"And Mina! Hehe."
"And I wanted to say that I love you, and you're super cute, and you're really strong and I'm glad that I'm your girlfriend. Mwah!"
He threw the bear across the room and tried to go to sleep. 
He hated the fact he was free this weekend.
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a/n: This was written for 30 minutes and edited in under 5. Please don't let this dictate how well I actually write! Also, I am recovering from an ever lasting writers block :/
(masterlist coming soon)
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kashikore · 2 years
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「 BNHA BOYS CRUSHING ON SOMEONE NOT IN CLASS 1A !!! 」
synopsis: bkg & zuku crushing on someone in general studies @ UA !!
warnings: g/n reader other than that we’re good ;)
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✦ Katsuki Bakugou
You bakugou met because he wanted to make some updates to his costume. To his surprise, Mei wasn't available at the moment so you offered to help him. Of course, him being the way he is was a tad bit skeptical because he was only used to Mei’s work and was worried you'd “fuck it up” in the words of Katsuki himself. You however reassured him that you wouldn’t. After you made the changes, he really liked how you did it ( he would never say it aloud, though). You peeped it though because he started to go to you even when Mei was available. You knew he liked you when he started coming to you about things that he could easily fix like a loose button or rusty gauntlet. You gave him a break tho because without those dumb excuses how else was he supposed to see you without blowing cover?
✦ Izuku Midoriyia
You met izuku during one of his weekly hospital visits. You were actually Recovery Girls student due to your quirk being a healing quirk. You usually tended to izuku because Recovery Girl had other students to heal. Eventually, he struck up a conversation asking about your quirk and abilities like he usually does. The two of you later became friends and he would walk with you to classes or even after school. You taught him how to do certain moves without putting a strain on his arms. There was a point in time when you had mentioned a certain medical kit that you wanted and he gifted it to you he’d even send you medical posts on Instagram and ask you questions about it just to hear you talk. Needless to say, he wouldnt care about breaking cover because there was no cover in the first place.
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walking-fish · 2 years
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Why in every Bakugou x Reader, Y/N always gotta be 4'9 and hates spicy food or anything mild and needs bakugou to teach her how to cook because she can't cook for shit?
Like bro, not every reader is white.🤦🏾‍♀️
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mcsacaria-blog · 6 months
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Sorrow P2
Uh same warnings as first part..
When I next arise I open my eyes realizing everything wasn’t just a horrific night terror, unbeknownst to me my eyes start to water and my facets being to overflow with tears as I hold myself tightly and heave in my own crisp cold hotel bed. My mind starts to catch up with me and my emotions transfer from sorrow to despair to loathsome rage. I call mine and Bakugou’s joint agency and tell them I quit and I won’t be coming in today. Jessica the receptionist sounds confused and worried, “Sapphire what do you mean you’re the co-owner? I-I’m not sure this is how it works an-.. Before she has a chance to finish I hang up. All of these emotions I’ve been harboring fester into an ugly demonic presence over my head, I decide I need new.. new everything. I get up from the bed and encourage myself to at least brush my teeth, I head to the nearest drug store for supplies. I walk for at least a mile before spotting a CVS. I walk in and grab 2x bottles of blue hair dye, hair bleach and a new eyeshadow palette along with falsies and lip gloss. I realize this might not be enough to satiate my void so I decide to look up the nearest tattoo and piercing shop since I’m out. The first time I’ve look at my phone since last night, Bakugou has tried to call me 87 times, left 38 voicemails and 45 text messages. My eyes begin to water again and I feel how immensely empty and rigid the void in my chest truly feels. I block his number and decide it’s also time to get a new phone. I realize I have a lot of work to do today, once I’ve scrolled through my searches I go to pick up a new phone, IPhone 14 instead of a 11 I made sure to change my number and I don’t save any of my photos.. my new phone reads 12:34pm. I finished the rest of my “errands” as I make my way back to the hotel with a freshly tattooed forearm and silver running through my tongue and left eyebrow. I get ready to dye my hair. My phone now reads 5:56pm as I go to rinse out the dye. I look at myself in the mirror and my face brightens up slightly at the difference in my appearance.. I love it though.
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craftycheetah · 1 year
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a pediatrician and a bar owner. what could go wrong?
tags/warnings: ABO, no quirks, heat cycles, phone sex, dildos, knots, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, licking
taglist: @pharaohanubis0
Word Count: 9.6K
A/N: back at it again with the tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap
“hey girly pop,” mina, your best friend, grins from the doorway of your office. “ready for a fun night out?”
you look up at her, confused. “i’m sorry?”
“i told you we’re going out tonight, remember? this new alpha i’m seeing—so hot by the way—his friend owns the komori club and he got us in for free.”
“oh yeah, i remember,” you smile and finish arranging the files. “i’m not really feeling so hot. i’ve been working all day and—“
mina puts her finger up. “imma stop you right there. i don’t care. you’re turning thirty tomorrow and tomorrow is the only day you have off all week so we’re going out tonight, end of story.”
you pout, knowing you can’t argue and reluctantly agree. “okay…”
“yay!”
she helps you press your hair and pick out a cute outfit, practically dragging you into the uber. the komori club is the hottest club in town. anybody who is anybody went there.
mina shoves you both through the line to the bouncer at the door.
“i’m with eijirou kirishima,” she says confidently with her hand on her hip.
the bouncer gives her a once over. “i’m sure you are. back of the line.”
“ugh, bitch!? he’s literally my boyfriend!”
“that’s what they all say.”
she angrily takes out her phone and dials a number while you just stand helplessly next to her playing with your scent patch. mina yells into the phone for a full minute before handing it to the alpha bouncer. he listens intently for a moment, then gives it back. “my bad. come on in.”
“yeah, that’s what i thought, bitch,” she scoffs and pulls you inside as you mouth apologies to the bouncer.
it’s loud inside. loud and crowded. your nose is bombarded with a cocktail of scents despite a strict scent patch rule in crowded places like this.
“there he is,” mina squeals and hops the velvet rope of the vip section. she sits on the lap of a stocky redhead, kissing his face over and over again.
“mina,” you whisper-shout. meeting the gaze of the scary bouncer. “hi.”
thankfully he lets you through and you scurry up the short steps into the booth. “oh my god he’s so scary.”
“eiji, this is my bestie y/n,” mina introduces as you take a seat across them and sink into the soft cushions.
“help!” you squeal and flail your legs.
the electric blonde next to you helps you sit, laughing uncontrollably. “are you okay?”
“mhm,” you hum. “thank you.”
“no problem. my name’s denki.”
“y/n.” 
he goes back to talking to his friend, sipping a yummy looking cocktail. you try to get a waitress’ attention to no avail and just end up sitting stiffly on the couch. mina’s occupied with her new man, playing with his dyed red hair while he rubs her thigh.
so you just play the sims™ on your phone and get lost in your own little world.
the plush couch suddenly dips, jerking you sideways into a very solid torso.
“watch it,” a voice growls above you.
“s-sorry,” you squeak and scramble to sit upright, eyes fixed on your phone. the alphas scent fills your nose: something smokey with an undertone of burnt caramel. daring to sneak a peek, you catch a tattooed arm peeking out of a folded silk, black sleeve and more in the open button-up chest.
“katsuki!” denki grins and reaches over to rub the top of katsuki’s shaved head. “what’s up bro?”
katsuki smacks the hand away. “don’t touch my fucking head.”
“my bad. it just feels like a peach.”
katsuki’s red gaze finally settles on you. “who’s this?”
“eep,” you squeal when you’re perceived.
“she’s with mina,” eijirou supplies.
“tch, whatever.”
you’re shoved again by someone sitting between you and katsuki.
“hey babe~” an overly sweet smelling brunette sing-songs and rubs katsuki’s chest. “sorry i’m late, traffic was crazy.”
huffing, you try and get your purse out from under her ass. “umm, excuse me?”
she turns with a bored expression, blue eyes darting from your toes to your head. “what?”
“you’re sitting on my purse.”
“mm.” she ignores you and goes back to talking to katsuki.
unbelievable.
“excuse me…excuse me!” you say a little louder.
the bitch ‘accidentally’ sloshes her drink with an exaggerated laugh and a few drops land in your low neckline.
“ma’am!” you huff.
she finally turns and plasters a condescending smile on her face. “look, you’re kinda harshing my vibe here so can you just…not?”
“you are sitting on my purse!” you finally snap. 
she gets up, sweeps it onto the floor with her hand and sits back down. “there you go.”
“ugh!” you scoff and pick it up. “mina!”
she’s too busy chatting and laughing to pay attention. you abruptly stand up and stomp down the steps up to the bouncer. “where’s the bathroom?!” he raises his brow at your tone. “i’m sorry,” you say a little quieter. “where’s the bathroom, please?”
“right there.” he points towards a graffitied wall.
“thank you.” you make your way through the crowd to the quiet solace of the bathroom hallway. of course there’s a line. you don’t even need to pee, you just need to clean up and take a breather.
a drunk omega bulls into you as she exits the bathroom, apologising through slurred words no matter how many times you say it’s fine. you see her scent patch is peeling and offer one of your own.
“oh my goooshhhh, you’re sooooo nice,” she smiles and tears up when you plaster it on. “you’re like, my new bestieeee.”
the wonders of club bathrooms. “you should totally hang out with me and my friends at our table. this guy i went to highschool with owns the place and he’s my boyfriend's friend’s friend so we’re totally cool.”
wow, this owner has a lot of friends doesn’t he? you ponder the offer. it can’t be any worse than the nonsense you just went through. she touches your hair softly.
“oh my gosh you’re soooo pretty. imma wait for you right—right here.” she leans against the wall.
“umm, let’s just get you back to your friends first,” you chuckle and help her off the wall. “can you show me where they are?”
“ohemgee yassss, i’ll show you.” she takes your hand and leads you to another set of vip booths where a bunch of women are sitting. “girls, i made a friend~! she’s so nice and we’re literally sisters now.”
they all start squealing and fawning over you, complimenting your hair and makeup.
you feel loads better after you finally get your virgin long island iced tea and get roped into pictures with these random girls.
“it’s actually my birthday at midnight,” you tell them and they collectively gasp.
“how old are you?”
“i’ll be thirty.”
“oh my god you look soooo freakin’ good for thirty,” the omega from earlier, who’s name you learn is camie, slurs. “what’s your secret?”
“camie you’re thirty two and look twenty,” a red haired alpha woman giggles.
“yeah but that’s cause of surgery. did you get surgery?”
“um, no, i didn’t,” you laugh. “thank you though.”
she convinces you to stand and dance with her, pulling you to the dance floor. you shyly try to follow her steps, giggling when she bumps you with her hip.
a wrong move makes you trip and nearly tumble into someone.
“oops, my bad,” you apologise and look up to see it’s the alpha from earlier.
“you again?” he says.
“oh…hello.”
camie appears and squeals, hanging onto katsuki. “suki baby! where have you been?! this is my new best friend in the entire world w/n.”
“y/n,” you correct.
“that’s literally what i said,” she pouts. “this is katsuki, my boyfriend’s friend's friend.”
wait but that would mean, “you own the club?”
“yeah,” he replies curtly.
you blank, not sure what to say to that. “okay.”
he holds up something pink and glittery. “this fell out of your bag back there.”
you gasp. “my phone. thank you so much!”
camie groans. “this is boring and my feet hurt, let’s sit down.”
katsuki surprisingly follows you back to the booth, sitting next to you. camie squeezes next to him, sighing dramatically. “suki, rub my feet.”
“i’d rather die.”
“meanie.”
you giggle and sip the rest of your drink as you go through your phone. there’s a dozen texts from mina asking where you were. you respond and tell her you’re okay and just having fun with some other people and she should enjoy her time.
katsuki rubs his chin, peering down at you through the corner of his eye. you’re cute, a little shorter than he’s used to but he likes what he sees.
“what’s your name again?”
you peer up at him with doe eyes. “y/n.”
“mm, okay. can i get you a drink?”
that takes you back. why would the owner of the komori club want to buy you a drink?
“umm, okay.” you smile politely.
both of you sit bide by side in one booth, leaning in close to hear each other over the music.
“so what do you do?”
“i’m a paediatrician.”
“so you deal with bratty kids all day?”
you take another sip of your drink and nod your head. “i do. i love my job.” 
he shrugs and picks a speck off his orange shirt. “i couldn’t do it. think that’s more of an omega thing.”
“we have lots of alphas there too and—“
camie’s squeal right in your ear makes you wince. “ohemgee y/n it’s midnight! happy birthday!”
you smile and let her clumsily hug you. “thank you, camie.”
“s’ your birthday?” katsuki inquires.
you nod and read the messages coming in from friends and family. 
“happy birthday or whatever.”
you grin up at him. “thank you.”
under the colourful lights you don’t see the slight blush on his cheeks.
hours pass and you start getting sleepy.
“think i’m gonna head home,” you murmur and stand up. the girls all whine and protest and it makes you sad but you get their numbers with vague promises to hangout.
katsuki stands too, towering over you. “i’ll walk you out.”
“ooohhhh~,” camie swoons. katsuki flips her off behind your back.
mina meets you outside with eijirou, absolutely plastered and grinding up on her amused boyfriend.
“thank you again,” you thank katsuki shyly. without the loud music and dim lights, you feel a little more nervous talking to such an intimidating alpha.
“whatever,” he says offhandedly. “gimme your number.”
you gasp loudly, and he stifles a laugh behind his hand.
“take the damn number,” mina grits out, not so quietly.
your hands shake on your phone as you exchange information.
“y-you can call me whenever,” you mumble. “not whenever, i mean i’m usually free after six o’clock but i’m free all day tomorrow.”
“mhm.” he looks down at you with heated eyes, making you squirm.
thankfully the uber arrives so you can help mina inside before she can pass out.
“goodbye.” you wave at katsuki and eijirou as you enter.
eijirou waves excitedly while katsuki just watches the car leave.
“your scent is swelling,” eijirou comments. “you got a lil crush, bro?”
katsuki ‘tch’s’. “whatever. i don’t do crushes.”
“mhm. we’ll see.”
*
mina wakes up in your shared apartment, in your bed after she insisted on sleeping there, more hungover than she’s ever been. she groans and rolls over to see you wrapped in a towel, just getting out of the shower. 
“hey birthday bestie,” she smiles before groaning softly. “ugh my head. you’re up early.”
“i left you aspirin on the bedside table.” you pat her thigh and pick out some loungewear. “drink plenty of water and rest.”
“yes nurse.”
“i’m a doctor, not a nurse.”
mina sticks her tongue at you before reaching over for the medicine. “so, what's the plan for today?”
“nothing?”
“you’ve gotta go out, y/n! treat yourself and do something. you’ve only got one life y’know.”
you hum and put on two floral scent patches on your neck. “i like to use my day off to relax, mina. sit down with my computer and watch netflix.”
your phone vibrates, and mina sneaks a peek. “uh who’s this calling you ‘bestie’?”
“hm?” you pick up the phone and read the message from the unknown number. “no idea.”
“want me to tell them off?”
“no. i think i know who it is.” you text back, and sure enough, it’s camie. “it’s this omega i met in the club. i didn’t expect her to text me to be honest.” 
“hmm, is she nice?”
“i think? she was plastered when i met her and after she dragged me to her friends she was teasing that guy who owns the club and was all over him.”
“maybe they’re dating?”
you hum softly and shake your head. “i don’t think they were dating. she said he’s her boyfriend’s friend’s friend or something.”
“boyfriend’s friend's friend? woah. what does she want?”
bar girl
>>we should totally get bdb 
me
&lt;&lt;bdb?
bar girl
>>b day brunch(*^ω^*)
me
&lt;&lt;you remembered?
bar girl
>>uh ofc i did🙄🙄🙄🙄
>>there’s this place downtown that gives you free pancakes on your bday (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`)
me
>>that sounds good
>>can i bring a friend
bar girl
>>a friend or a *friend*??? 😏😏
>>or a fwb  uwu
you look at mina. “you two will get along.”
you and mina get dressed and drive to the address camie sent, meeting her in the parking lot.
“i always pass this place but never go in,” you hum and let her hug you.
“well today’s the day!” she giggles before reaching out to give mina a handshake. “hi, i’m camie.”
“mina. love your dress.”
“thank you! i love your hair. it’s so big and pink. like cotton candy. i love cotton candy, it’s soooo yummy.”
“thank you,” mina snickers.
“let's go in, i got us a table already and there’s bottomless mimosas.”
“oh, i’m driving so i can’t drink,” you tell her.
“boooo,” camie pouts.
“tomato tomato,” mina adds, mimicking throwing tomatoes at you.
you playfully shove her inside and follow camie to the window booth.
you sit down and idly chew one of the bread sticks while camie goes on about how much she travels and where she wants to go for winter. perks of being an influencer you suppose.
“you should totally try it, you’re really pretty,” she grins. “just take some pictures.”
“pfft, her social media is so dry you could use it to light a fire,” mina chides. “she barely posts anything.”
“it’s not that bad,” you mumble and open your instagram. all you have is a few milestone pictures and some of you and your family. the last time you posted was two years ago when you officially became a doctor.
“realising how bad it is?” mina snickers.
“shut up, it's not. i think it’s practical.”
“uh huh.”
camie peeks at your phone. “like…ew.”
“ew?
“it’s so empty. who’s this?” she taps her acrylic on a picture of you and a cousin. 
“my cousin. it was his birthday.”
“he’s cute or whatever, but girllll, what is this dry ass shit?!”
you thank the waiter that puts your pancakes down. they’re cute and heart shaped with ‘happy birthday’ spelled out in chocolate syrup. “yay, pancakes.”
“we’re coming back to this after eating.”
“aw,” you pout and take a bite.
“don’t feel so bad, bestie. everyone gets busy.”
“i don’t feel bad, what’re you talking about?”
“you’re clearly in denial,” mina shakes her head.
“no i’m not.”
“sure. let's finish eating.”
mina listens to camie direct you on how to update your social media while eating her biscuits and gravy.
“but i don’t understand why i have to take a picture of my food.”
“to show what you're eating! also to show how good it is!
your eyes dart from the food to the phone. “okay. i have a follow up question.”
“just take the picture.”
“okay! okay.” you snap a photo of your pancakes and show it to camie. “is this good?”
“no. the angles are weird and the lighting is off.”
you huff, not wanting to make her mad but you put your phone down. “i’m just going to eat my food if you don’t mind.”
“wait! take the photo now! the lighting’s perfect.”
you sigh and take the picture anyway. a message pops up before you can add a caption.
scary alpha from club
>>wyd?
mina waves her hand in front of her face. “whew. why do you smell nervous?”
“really?! is my patch peeling up already?” you touch the scent patches on your neck.
“no, bestie, your scent just bled through it just now. are you okay?”
“yeah, um, that guy from the club last night just texted me…”
“who?”
“katsuki?!” camie gasps loudly. “he never ever ever texts anybody! what did he say?”
“he just asked what i’m doing. should i just tell him?”
“yes!” “no!” camie and mina shout simultaneously.
“huh?”
“don't listen to her. let him know what you're doing. he seems interested in you enough to text you. did he say happy birthday?” camie asks eagerly.
“he did at the club and he bought me two drinks.”
“oooh, that's a good sign.”
inhaling deeply, you text back.
me
&lt;<eating brunch with camie and mina
scary alpha from club 
>>cool
>>you busy after?
you stare at the phone wide eyed. 
“well, what'd he say?” mina asks with a big grin. 
“he asked if i'm busy after this…”
they both squeal, drawing a few stares.
“well, what're you gonna say?!” camie gasps.
“no, i guess?”
“say ‘no, why?’ and add a smiley face!”
“seriously?”
they start talking over each other, overwhelming you. “okay, can we calm down? i’m just going to tell him i’m not busy and see what happens after that.”
“my bestie's going on a date!” camie squeals.
“your bestie?! i've known y/n since high school.”
“umm club rules say we’re literally bffs forever now.”
“the last ‘f’ is already ‘forever’”
camie blinks at her. “oh…i knew that.”
ignoring their bickering, you text katsuki.
me
&lt;<;no i’m free after
&lt;&lt;fhtdrkt
&lt;<we’re going shopping for a new outfit for her
&lt;&lt;;ajdheieo
&lt;<sorry, camie took my phone
katsuki looked at his phone and let out a subtle snicker.
eijirou walked into the living room of their shared penthouse. “hey man! woah, are you smiling at your phone?! who is it? tell me tell me please?”
katsuki rolls his eyes as eijirou gets in his face. “back off, shitty hair! you're like a nosy golden retriever.”
eijirou keeps trying to peek before stopping when katsuki growls at him. “fine then, keep your secrets. it’s probably that omega from yesterday~”
the spike in katsuki’s scent tells him he’s not wrong.
“oooh you do have a crush~” eijirou teases. “she’s cute though.”
katsuki side-eyes him and sends a scent out that clearly says ‘back off’.
eijirou raises his hands in placation. “relax bro, i’m not going after your omega, i have mina. you should just talk to her.”
“duh, that’s what i’m doing.”
“like an actual person and not a throwaway.”
“yeah. this time, i actually am.”
“good for you, man. so what’s the plan?”
“said she’s birthday shopping with mina and— what’s icy hots friends name again?”
eijirou stares blankly. “shoto has friends? is it that kid from that extra course you took?”
“yeah. his girlfriend i guess. that girl who talks like a valley girl.”
“oh camie,” eijirou realises. “i like her, she’s cool. a little dumb though.”
katsuki stands from the couch and stretches his shoulder. “let’s go.”
“where?”
“shopping.”
“ooh, where?”
katsuki stopped for a moment.
me
>>where are you guys going shopping
club omega(cute brat doctor)
>>this is camie (^ω^)
>>going to the daimaru mall
>>tddkhvk
>>i’m sorry about her
>>but yh apparently that’s where we’re going
me
&lt;&lt;;i’ll c u there
you squeak in terror. “what does he mean?! is this code for something? camie!”
“y/n, relax, he’s just meeting us there.”
“he’s meeting us there?!”
mina sips her orange juice, opting to drink something else after her fourth mimosa. “it’ll be fine bestie. i think i had too many drinks.”
camie orders a pitcher of water. “suki knows all the best shopping spots. his parents are fashion designers. you know the bakugous.”
“i think i’m gonna pass out…” you mumble, fanning your face. 
“it’ll be fine. let’s finish our food and head out,” mina suggests.
camie nods and you take a deep breath.
“okay.”
you sit near the fountain in the mall as camie and mina talked to some guy at a kiosk about a set of diamond earrings.
“hey,” a voice calls out.
you look up and see katsuki’s tall and bulky figure before you, his chest and abs defined underneath his black shirt.
“eiji!” mina jumps and hugs eijirou, wrapping her legs around his side waist. “what’re you doing here?”
“kat said we’re going shopping so i just followed him,” eijirou tells her and rubs the top of katsuki’s head. his hand gets smacked away immediately.
you stand abruptly, lost for words. “you actually came?”
“i said i would.”
you swallow nervously and fiddle with one of the patches on your neck. scanning through your brain, you give him the first compliment you can think of and say, “i like your hair?”
“…my hair.”
mina facepalms.
“yes? a shaved head suits you.” you give him a stiff thumbs up. 
“are you alright?”
”yup, i’m great. perfectly fine.”
he waves his hand over his face. “you’re stinking up the place.”
you clap loudly and smile. “i need to use the bathroom. excuse me.” you cover the side of your face to avoid his gaze and stride past him towards the bathroom.
mina looks in your direction and follows after you. you’re splashing water on your face in the sink when she finds you.
“hey, bestie, you okay?”
“i’m a fucking idiot…”
“nooo, that’s not true.” 
“it was horrible! he probably thinks i’m stupid now!”
“no, you were just nervous. everyone gets nervous when they meet someone they might like. c’mon, let's go back. i’m sure this will go over well.”
back at the fountain, katsuki sat with arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“don’t worry man, i’m sure she went to wash her face. you were nervous too when we got here.”
“shut up shitty hair…”
as you and mina walked back over, katsuki noticed you were still nervous but not as much as before. 
“hey.”
“hi.” he nods.
“sorry about that,” you apologise and play with the pink sleeve of your sweater.
“don't worry about it. where did you guys want to go shop?”
“ooh, dolmas,” camie grins. “then some jewellery from tiffany’s.”
katsuki looks down at you. “is that what you want?”
you peer up at him. “i’m fine with anything but i wouldn't mind going to h&m.”
“what do omegas even like? soft shit, right?”
“i like comfy stuff…”
“good to know. you really wanna go to h&m?”
“what’s wrong with h&m?”
“you can do better.”
“but i like h&m. i got my outfit from there.” you look down at your outfit.
“your outfit looks nice, sure, but an omega like you should have a couple lavish things or something. follow me.” he and eijirou start walking in the opposite direction.
“an omega like me?” you repeat and look at camie. “what does that mean? is that bad?”
“relax, girl,” she dismisses. “it’s a good thing.”
the three follow katsuki and eijirou towards a store where you see a mannequin in a white button-up and a pink plaid skirt. you go inside and search for it before your nose wrinkles when you look at the price . “oh lord, that’s like a month of groceries…”
a looming presence stands behind you, making you nervous.
“you like this?” katsuki rumbles above you.
“huh? oh yeah, but it’s too much for me.”
“get you size then hand it to me.”
“huh?” you stammer. “n-no i can’t let you do that.”
“consider it a birthday present.”
you reluctantly look through the options and thankfully find the size you always wear. “i should try it on first. these things usually run small.”
“i’ll be out here waiting for you. what size are you? i saw something else i thought you’d like.”
you tell him and he hums, wordlessly walking off.
“how’s it going?” mina whispers after witnessing the scene.
“he’s so…weird.”
“weird how?” 
“i dunno, just weird. not bad weird though. he’s different than what i’m used to.”
“different is good sometimes. he seems nice based off of what eiji told me but he just looks mean on the outside.”
“very mean,” you mutter and look at another dress. “we’ll see.”
you’ve never really been a fan of shopping. more likely to just buy stuff online and hope it fits and if it doesn’t just send it back. so you’re exhausted after just two hours of looking through different stores.
“my feet hurt,” you whine. “i shouldn’t have worn wedges today. mina can we go home?”
“we still have like five more stores.”
you whine louder.
katsuki comes back with a long-sleeved dress and notices your irritation. “you okay?” 
“my feet hurt and i’m tired.”
“how about you sit outside. i’ll buy the dress and i'll meet you there.”
“okay,” you hum, stepping out and looking for the nearest bench. you see some empty ones around a little kakigori stand and buy some.
“strawberry for the pretty lady,” the cashier grins. “i put a little extra something on the side.”
“hm?” you hum, look at the side of the cup and notice a number written onto the sparkly paper. “oh…thanks.”
you sit and eat some of the ice, feeling a little awkward about the unsolicited phone number. but he is cute. maybe you’ll text him later and see what happens.
katsuki comes out of the store with a small bag of clothes and sees you eating your treat while darting your eyes between it and the guy behind the kakigori counter. ‘what the fuck is going on…’
the guy comes over to talk to you, making you laugh slightly at something he says before he hands you a small piece of paper and goes back to the stand.
katsuki comes over and turns his head at the smell of horny alpha. ‘ew.’ “you feeling better?”
“i am, thank you,” you smile.
katsuki side eyes the alpha who shrinks into himself and scurries off. rolling his eyes, he sits next to you and looks at your food. “how much was that?”
“700¥.”
“what size is that?”
“a small?”
“700 for a small?! that’s not worth getting up for. y’mind sharing with me?”
“oh, um, but i only have one spoon. let me ask for another one.”
“we can still share.”
you chew your lip. “that’s not very sanitary.”
“it’s not like we’re sick or anything. just hand over the spoon,” katsuki sighs.
“the doctor in me says germs are everywhere…”
“and the not doctor part?”
you think for a moment, then hand him the spoon. “i might as well let loose a little on my birthday.”
“good,” katsuki grins and scoops some of the ice. “is this strawberry?”
“it’s my favorite,” you smile.
“mine too.” he noms the scoop, licking over his lips and fangs. 
you clear your throat. “i never asked what you did outside of owning the club.”
he passes you the spoon and rubs his chin. “i used to model for my folks but i got bored of that. but i’d say the clubs are all i do.”
“is there any other stuff you’re interested in?”
“i don’t know really. the clubs are interesting and the business is good.”
you hum and eat some of the kakigori. “so it’s just business with you?”
he searches his mind for something else. “i like to cook.”
“are you any good?”
“all the food served at the clubs are my recipes.”
“ooh. i didn’t try any but hopefully one day. i’m not a good cook, which is ironic since i love to eat.”
“i could teach you,” he offers.
“really? i don’t want to be a bother,” you mumble.
“you’re not being a bother trust me. just let me teach you the basics.”
“i’d like that.” you smile and his alpha preens proudly.
he glances at the piece of paper and sees it’s a number. when you’re not paying attention he slides it over to himself and crumples it up.
“totes cute,” camie comments from where she’s watching with mina and eijirou.
“i’m happy for him,” eijirou smiles. “so manly.”
mina playfully rolls her eyes at eijirou before smiling at you while you share shaved ice with katsuki. “they have to get together. she always messes up relationships cause of her anxiety.”
“uh mina, kat has anxiety too. he just doesn’t show it as often.”
“really? they’re both perfect for each other then.”
*
eijirou helps load the bags, and mina who’s finally tuckered out from those drinks, into your car.
“i had a great time,” you smile at camie. “we should hangout more often.”
“ohemgee, we should! you can totally come to my place whenever and we’ll have so much fun. also, happy birthday,” she grins, handing you a small bag from tiffany’s.
“camie, you didn’t have to,” you gasp.
“but i did. you’re welcome. inasa said he’s gonna pick me up so i’ll see you two again, okay?”
you nod and give her a hug. “thank you.”
you walk over to katsuki and smile up at him as he playfully raises an eyebrow.
“what is it?” he scoffs softly.
you take out a packet of tissues from your purse and wipe his mouth. “you got syrup on you, katsuki. today was fun. whenever you’re free, you can teach me how to cook like you said.”
“sure, tiny.”
“i’m not tiny, you alphas are just big for nothing.”
“you’re small to me, tiny. you’re practically fun-sized,” he chuckles as your chubby cheeks puff up. ‘cute.’
“can we gooooo?” mina groans from the passenger side. 
“i’m coming, relax. bye katsuki.” you wave.
he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you do with a little amusement. some of his scent from the gland on his wrist rubs off on your sleeve.
“later, tiny.”
“bye, giant,” you scoff before walking back to your car and driving off.
a few minutes after you and mina leave, camie squeals and shakes katsuki’s arm. “you like her~” 
“i’ve only known her for two days.barely two days, a day and a half at most.”
“babe i can tell you like her. my crush meter is never wrong!”
katsuki scoffs and walks to his audi. “whatever. let’s go, shitty hair.”
“bro we can’t just leave camie,” eijirou protests. “that’s so unmanly to leave a lady by herself.”
“good thing you’re with her then.” katsuki enters his car and starts the engine.
“you’re not seriously leaving me here are you?!”
katsuki gives him a look.
“bro!”
“so not cool,” camie pouts.
“fine. get in the car so we wait. i don’t feel like standing and waiting for that bald headed bastard.”
eijirou and camie stifle their laughs. “bro, you’re bald too.”
“i’m not bald. it’s a buzz cut, shut up.”
“i can see your scalp, babe.”
“i’m blond! of course it looks like this.”
“if you say so.”
over the next week, you and katsuki have been texting each other a lot, sharing recipes, and getting to know each other. throughout the week, he’d have someone deliver food to you for lunch under the claim of wanting you to eat right while being busy. the food was amazing, and you’d tell him every time after you eat the dish. monday, he made you kushiyaki, tuesday, it was gyoza, and wednesday, the delivery man comes as usual and meets you outside the hospital but he comes empty handed. he also looked a little different. taking off his hat, he revealed himself to be katsuki.
“katsuki!” you gasp. “hi.”
“hey tiny. i like your getup.”
“it’s a lab coat,” you huff. “what did you bring today?”
“nothing, i’m taking you out for lunch.”
“what, are you serious?”
“yeah, let’s go before your lunch is up.”
“ i can’t go too far but there’s this yakisoba vendor just around the corner.”
katsuki bends his elbow for you to slide your hand into, he rumbles when you do and bleeds happy alpha pheromones into the air. your cheeks heat up, and you suppress a purr as you walk.
the yakisoba is delicious. you happily eat it, blissfully unaware of katsuki watching you.
“yours looks yummier than mine,” you complain half-heartedly and point your chopsticks at his packet.
katsuki tilts it and smiles softly when you twirl your stick in it and take some. you hum and fan your face, swallowing the bite. “spicy. very spicy. oh my god.”
“can’t handle the heat?”
“i like spicy food, i just wasn't prepared.”
“whatever you say, tiny,” katsuki chuckles and hands you the coke he’s drinking.
“thank you,” you hum, drinking some of his soda before eating more of your noodles. 
katsuki walks you back to the clinic after lunch, stopping at the entrance.
“i’ll see you soon, tiny.”
“i hope so. thank you for lunch.”
your genuine smile makes his alpha preen and starts rumbling.
“whatever, you don’t have to be so soft about it.”
“im just being polite but, okay.”
you save at katsuki as he starts walking down the block, your omega swooning a little as you go back to your office. 
“someone smells happy,” mina comments when you walk into the apartment. “did you see another cute baby?”
“yes but that’s not why i’m happy,” you hum and kick off your shoes. “katsuki came to see me for lunch.”
she looks up from her laptop. “oh?”
“yeah. he was really nice and we ate yakisoba.”
“so you went on a lunch date~”
“we did,” you squeal and plop onto the couch next to her. “he’s so cute.”
“you think he’s cute? ooh, bestie has a crush!”
“mina stooop,” you whine, hiding your face in a throw pillow.
“next thing you know he’ll ask you out on a date, then he'll be your boyfriend!”
“no way. an alpha like that is not going to date a paediatrician.”
“he seems pretty interested in you already. who knows, it might go well. so are you going to spend your heat with him next week?”
you gasp, scandalised. “no! he has better things to do and im still too nervous,” you pout.
“you gotta be confident and put yourself out there bestie! he might even say yes!”
“i dunno…”
mina loops her arm over you for a hug. “you’ll get it.”
next week, you took your mandatory week off from work. the first few days aren’t so bad; just hot flashes, hunger, and horniness.
mina gives you as much space as you want but brings you food and water.
on the third day, you turn around in your nest, whimpering loudly. 
you moan in pain as you get another cramp, your fingers not enough to ease the pain in your pussy. your eyes settle on something pink hanging from the laundry basket, your scent mixed with something sweeter catching your nose. standing up, you pluck the sweater you wore last week and press it to your nose to inhale the smell of burnt caramel.
your eyes roll back as you let out a loud moan. ‘alpha. need alpha,’ your omega whines. 
you blindly reach around for your phone as you rock your hips against your hand.
katsuki finishes loading the dishwasher, pressing the button to start the cycle.
his phone buzzes in his back pocket as he opens the fridge to grab water before after morning workout.
y/n(tiny omega) is calling…
katsuki’s eyes widen as he sees the contact. ‘oh shit.’
rushing up the stairs, he shuts the door to his room and sits on his bed. “hey tiny.”
on the other end, you let out a cross between a keen and a moan.
“tiny? you okay?”
‘alpha. need you,’ you whine. ‘miss you.’
“y/n, are you okay?”
‘no, hurts too much,’ you whimper. ‘want you.’
‘she’s in heat. i can’t just hang up on her,’ katsuki thought to himself.
“i’m here omega. it’s gonna be okay,” he mumbles as you whimper softly. “imagine i'm there with you, ‘mega. spread your legs for me, can you do that?”
you whimper out a yes and spread your legs a little wider.
“good girl. lemme know how you're feeling, okay?”
you whimper into the phone and start rubbing your clit. ‘alpha.’
“you're touching yourself aren’t you? what’s running through that pretty head of yours?”
‘you, alpha,’ you keen.
“yeah?”
‘mhm,’ you hum into the phone.
“what would you let me to do to you, pretty girl?”
‘anything,’ you pant. ‘whatever you want.’
katsuki fishes out his dick, languidly stroking himself. “what’re you wearing?”
his phone buzzes again.
y/n(tiny omega)
>>{image}
katsuki opens it and sucks in a breath when he sees the picture of you from the neck down in the familiar loose pink sweater and nothing else, the collar loose enough for him to see the swollen scent glands shiny with oil.
“fuck, you look so hot,” he groans softly, stroking himself.
you whine on the other end and press two fingers into your slick hole. 
‘do you have a heat toy?’ he asks you.
blearily you pull your fingers from your pussy, your omega whining at the loss, and open your bedside drawer to take out a purple and pink jelly, knotted dildo you bought ages ago to help with your heats. “i do,” you whine into the phone.
‘fuck, change the call to face time, pretty girl. i wanna see you.’
you roll onto your back, contemplating if you should. ‘need alpha,’ your inner omega whines.
you tap the button on your phone and set the phone at the head of your bed while you wait for him to switch the call. you softly rock against the toy and whine softly before it finally connects.
‘you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. you wish it was me, don’t you?’ he chuckles, groaning as he fists himself a little faster. ‘you wish it was me stuffing you full right now, pretty girl? show me how you like it.’
you lay on your side and bend your knee towards your chest, giving him a full view of your front. you reach behind your thigh and press the dildo to your hole, sighing in relief when it’s buried up to the knot.
“wish you were here, alpha,” you whimper as you rock against the toy before slowly withdrawing it. katsuki sees the thick, shiny, slick clinging to the toy and your hand, and licks his lips.
‘holy shit, you’re soaked, pretty girl,’ katsuki groans as he starts bucking into his hand. ‘keep going, just like that.’
you swallow thickly, gathering up the courage to ask him to move the camera. “can i see you? please?” there’s some desperation behind the question, how you breathlessly beg for him to show his dick. the sound of your whimpers fill his ears, riling up his alpha. 
katsuki flips his camera around, showing his hand wrapped around himself, his cock, shiny from the precum while his knot was starting to swell from seeing you like that.
‘alpha, you’re so big,’ you gasp from your end before moaning when the dildo ghosts over your g-spot.
“yeah? is it the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”
‘i’ve never seen an alpha’s dick before…only betas,’ you admit shyly.
“oh yeah? well what do you think?”
‘you’re so thick, katsuki.’
“call me katsuki again,” he groans as you keep thrusting the toy in and out.
‘i want you katsuki. you and your knot, alpha,’ you whimper and smell your sleeve again to imagine he’s there. ‘fuck.’
“what was that?”
‘my sweater smells like you, alpha. you smell so good.’
katsuki squeezes his knot, trying not to cum. he exhales loudly, his voice tight as he fights off his orgasm.
‘wish you were here, katsuki,’ you whine and push the toy deeper inside you. the fake knot catches your sore rim. ‘you’d treat me so well. you’d be such a good alpha. you’d be the best sire to anyone’s pups.’
“shit, pretty girl, you can’t just say things like that,” katsuki groans as he tries to hold back.
‘but it’s true,’ you moan. ‘anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate.’
“even you, pretty girl?”
your eyes widen as the words slip from his mouth pushing you over the edge. ‘fuck!’
katsuki watches as the knot disappears between your legs as you buck wildly. ‘shit that was hot,’ he thinks.
you whine into the phone and look into the camera. ‘katsuki?’
“hmm?”
‘i wish it was you, instead.’
katsuki’s eyes roll back as his nose scrunches up, his groans echoing throughout his room. “fuck.” his knot pops, pulsing as his dick spits cum all over his abs and hand.
‘alpha?’ you call out from the phone. ‘alpha are you still there?’
katsuki flips the camera so you can see his face. “i’m still here, pretty girl. don’t worry.”
you start to whine and whimper, your omega disappointed in the fake knot. katsuki hears the door open and some footsteps.
“whew. you’ve been busy,” mina exclaims and taps your shoulder. “uh oh. this is why i told you to get a heat partner.”
katsuki’s alpha growls at the sight of someone else touching you when you’re so vulnerable.
“bestie, who’s—shut up, you didn’t! i’ll go get some rags and some food for you but i’m so happy! she’ll be out for a couple hours.”
katsuki watches the beta give you aftercare, growling when she reaches between your legs to take out the toy. you whine and grab her arm. “knot!”
“it’s okay, you can use it later. you’re such a good omega.”
you purr at the praise, letting go of mina and resting your head on the pillow with a blissed-out expression.
mina picks up your phone. “i’ll let her text you later. byeee~” she sings and hangs up. katsuki stares at his home screen for a moment, then becomes hyper-aware of the cold cum on his stomach and hand. “ew.”
katsuki goes into his bathroom and takes a shower before opening his window and changing into a clean pair of boxers and sweats.
walking inot the living room, he passes eijirou while making his way towards the kitchen.
“damn, bakubro,” eijirou calls out. “what’s got you all worked up?”
“nothing. i’m just getting something to eat.”
“you stink.” he waves his hand in front of his face for effect. “is your rut early?”
“mind your business, shitty hair!”
“did you get cockblocked?”
“shitty hair…”
eijirou holds his hands up in surrender and goes back to watching his movie.
you wake up sore, the fog of heat a little clearer after an orgasm and a nap. you turn over and see mina sitting behind you with her laptop in hand watching a movie. “mina?” you mumble.
“nice to see you’re awake, bestie,” she hums.
you glance at her sitting on your blanket. “you’re in my nest…”
“i can go if you want me to. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“how long have you been here?”
“about an hour.”
you sigh and lay back down. “i’m just tired. what happened?”
“apparently you spent an hour long face time call with katsuki.”
“what! oh no no no no no. i probably acted like a horny bitch,” you whine and cover your face in shame. “i’m a terrible omega.”
“what, no you’re not, bestie. you’re a great omega and anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate. and he texted you back.”
she shows you the notification on your phone.
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>text me when you wake up
your omega purrs but you shut her up. “i’m so embarrassed.”
“this is a good thing!”
“what if it’s not!” you whine.
“only one way to find out.
me
&lt;&lt;hey
he replies almost immediately.
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>you okay?
me
&lt;&lt;yeah
&lt;&lt;;feeling better
&lt;<i’m sorry for bothering you
&lt;<i probably did sumn weird
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>no you didn’t
>>don’t worry about it
“he’s being so cool about it,” you mumble. “why?”
“almost like he likes you,” mina says and steals a fry from the takeout bag.
“no he doesn’t, does he?”
“he wouldn’t have stayed on the phone if he didn’t.”
“maybe you’re right. hopefully he does like me back.”
“are you saying you like katsuki?”
“i’ve only known him for two weeks, mina. but i think he’s cute,” you say quietly.
“bestie’s got a crush!”
“no, i don’t, shut up!” you whine.
she squeals quietly. “your first actual crush on someone you know in real life and not just instagram models.”
you huff and feel your stomach start to flutter. “i—i should call my alpha.”
mina packs up her things and puts the leftover food on your nightstand. “i cleaned your toy and left it in the drawer. good luck.”
when you’re alone again, you call katsuki and hold your phone to your ear.
‘hey pretty girl,’ katsuki’s voice echoes through the speaker.
“hi alpha,” you smile to yourself.
‘you feeling better?”
you whine and it tells him what he has to know.
‘go get your toy, pretty girl.’
*
two days later you’re coming down from the peak of heat, extremely tired and spent. mina leaves you wrapped up in your blankets with plenty of water, netflix and snacks before going to work.
in the middle of watching inside job, you hear a knock at your front door. you trudge your way over in your self made burrito and open your door. the smell of burnt caramel and smoke hit your nose instantly. “alpha!” you chirp, hugging him and rubbing your cheek on his chest before pulling him inside.
“glad to see you’re feeling better, pretty girl.” katsuki rubs his chin on the top of your head, scenting your bonnet.
you purr contentedly, hugging him tighter. “what’re you doing here? how did you know where i lived?”
“eijirou’s girlfriend gave us your address so i can check on you. i brought food.” he shows you the brown paper bag.
“such a good alpha,” you mumble and pull his free hand. “come into my nest.”
“are you sure, pretty girl. i don’t want to impose on you.”
“i want you to see it. please?”
“all right, lead the way.”
you show him your bed piled high with pink and white blankets and a pastel pink throw. a cat squishmallow sits by your white headboard.
“cozy,” katsuki comments as he sits.
you purr happily as you sit next to him in the nest. “what’d you bring?”
“omurice.”
“that sounds yummy,” you chirp and tug the front of his shirt. “can you take this off so i can put it in my nest?”
“you want my shirt?”
“mmhm.”
katsuki chuckles as he removes his shirt and adjusts himself so he lays on his side. “is this better?”
your eyes trail along his torso, ogling his large pecs, slight six pack and the full sleeve on his right arm and pec. “yeah.”
you tuck the shirt under your pillow and lay down so he’s spooning you and can see your computer screen.
“what show is this?”
“inside job. the guy that made gravity falls is a producer.”
“mm,” he rumbles and rubs your hip. “never heard of them.”
you giggle at the feeling and watch the episode, letting the conspiracy jokes flow through your ears.
“is that a half dolphin half human man?” katsuki mumbles.
“yeah, he was in some military testing and it went wrong, but it’s funny.”
“you’re weird sometimes, but it’s cute,” he mumbles as he presses his nose to your neck. “and you smell so good.”
your omega preens but you choke up, suddenly freezing as katsuki’s rough tongue laps against your skin.
katsuki groans as he tastes your butterscotch scent, his hips rutting against your ass.
you turn your neck enough to face him. “katsuki, i don’t want to go all the way during my heat…”
“that’s okay,” he rumbles. “i won’t push you.”
“you’re so sweet,” you purr, tilting your head back to smile up at him. “but…we can do other stuff if you want.”
“like this?” katsuki whispers as he leans in and cups your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before laning in and kissing you softly.
you turn around and lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
katsuki rumbles softly as he cups your face, deepening the kiss.
“alpha?” you murmur as you pull away.
“mhm?”
your scent flares a little with post-heat heaviness.“need you.”
katsuki’s pupil dilate at the change in scent. ‘holy shit.’ “you sure, pretty girl?” he mumbles as you stare up at him.
“please?”
he kisses your neck and shoulder, tongue darting out to taste your scent gland. his hand slips your sleep shorts off and your legs open on impulse. his alpha rumbles loudly but he knows your heat is the one talking.
“where’s your toy, pretty girl?”
“drawer,” you whine, tilting your head allowing him to nose more against your scent gland. you cling to him while he stretches his arm to your drawer to take out the dildo.
you whine when you see the toy, pulling his sweatpants. “knot!”
“can’t give you the real thing yet pretty girl. not when you’re like this,” he coos, kissing your forehead.
you whine and paw at his sweats. “alpha.”
“i’m sorry but i’m not taking advantage of you like this.”
you whine and you try rubbing your ass against him.
“no, y/n,” he sighs, gripping your hips so you stop. he adjusts both of you so he sits on his knees between your legs while you lay on your stomach. “i’ll still help you.”
he leans over you and allows you to inhale his scent. your hips buck up against him, covering his sweatpants with slick.
“easy, pretty girl. i’ll give you what you want.”
rubbing the dildo along your hole, he taps it a couple of times on your clit before slowly pushing it in.
“oh fuck, alpha!” you whine as you buck your hips.
“i’m right here, y/n. y’like that don’t you,” he whispers as you moan into your pillow.
his eyes focus on the way the dildo easily glides out of your cunt, slick starting to drip down and wet his fingers. the air is thick with your scent with the lingering heaviness of heat but not as strong as a few days ago.
your hands grip the blanket next to your head.
“is it too much for you, pretty girl?”
“more,” you whine. “please.”
“faster or harder, omega?”
“yes,” you whimper, arching your back more.
katsuki places a hand on your lower back as he moves the toy at your request and leans over you, kisses behind your ear. “you’re such a good omega, y/n.”
you choke on a moan when you cum, whining into your pillow. your hips cant backwards against the toy. “alpha, knot me please!”
katsuki pushes the toy ask the way inside you with a soft pop, grinding the tip of it into your g-spot to draw out your orgasm. your body falls flat on the bed, knees and arms weak but your omega is satisfied.
“good girl,” he whispers, rubbing your sides and kisses your cheek. “you stay here, i’ll go get your food and some water.”
you whine at the mention of katsuki leaving. “nooo,” you mumble. “alpha stay.”
“just relax. imagine this is my knot.” he wiggles the toy and you sigh. ‘it’s not as big but it’ll do.’
katsuki kisses your temple and walks out of the room to get the omurice he made. ‘dammit it’s fuckin’ cold. i might as well just remake her food.’
about ten minutes later, katsuki comes back in with two plates of food. “you awake, pretty girl? y/n?” he calls out as you groan softly.
“alpha?”
“there she is. i brought you food.”
he places a plate on the other side of the bed then goes into your bathroom looking for a washrag so he can clean you up.
once he’s done he helps you sit up and sets you upright, draping an arm over your shoulder while handing you the plate of food. “eat up, pretty girl. can’t have you starve during your heat.”
“such a good alpha,” you mumble with a dased expression. 
katsuki chuckles softly and scoops a piece of egg and rice up. “y/n, you gotta eat. open wide for me, pretty girl.”
you rest your head on his shoulder and open your mouth. “ahh,” you groan softly.
“you want me to feed you?” he chuckles after you take the first bite.
“no, i can—i can do it,” you mumble, reaching for the spoon. “this is good.”
“i know,” he chuckles as you drowsily feed yourself. 
“what about you?”
“huh?”
“aren’t you gonna eat?”
“not right now, i’m worried about you.”
you pout as you look up at him and scoop some of your rice and move it towards his mouth. “eat.”
“it’s not for me, y/n. thats yo—”
“no, eat.”
he takes a bite, chewing as you take your own bite.
“yay,” you hum taking your own bite before feeding him again. you squirm happily and keep doing this until you finish your food. “oh, there’s no more…”
“are you still hungry?”
“no. can we cuddle some more?”
he takes the bowl away and puts it on the nightstand. “sure.”
you turn around and rest your head on katsuki’s chest. your omega purrs happily at the closeness. “katsuki?”
“yeah?”
“thank you,” you hum.
“no problem, tiny.”
mina returns in the late evening and sees the pair of slides by the door. your scent is in the air but mixed with another.
“y/n? i’m home. who’s car is by the curb?”
mina doesn’t get a response. 
“y/n?”
she knocks on your door before peeking her head into your room, instantly holding her nose as she smells yours and katsuki’s heavy intertwined scents with an undertone of sex.
she peeks into your room and sees you wrapped up in your blanket burrito next to katsuki sitting up on your headboard. your head is on his chest while you sleep and he watches netflix. “oh, you two have been busy,” she chuckles. “hi bakugou.”
his head perks up at the sound of the door opening. “you saw nothing,” he glares.
“how is she?”
“satisfied. we didn’t do anything so don’t get any ideas.”
you let out a small snore and shift closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest and purring from his scent.
“i wasn’t worried about that. i’m glad you care about her,” mina smiles as you purr quietly.
“yeah yeah. go tell your boyfriend i’ll be late tonight.”
“i will,” she giggles.
“and don’t go making it a big thing!” he hisses.
she will.
katsuki gently shakes you awake after you’ve been asleep for an hour. “i’ve gotta go, tiny.”
you pout and stop your omega from whining. “do you have to?”
“i’ve gotta go to work tonight, so yeah. i wanted to ask you something before i go? are you free next saturday?”
“saturday? mm, i have a shift but i could sacrifice my day off for a free saturday. why?”
“i wanna spend time with you. my parents have a show that day then i could take you out for dinner.”
“katsuki, i’d like that,” you smile as he looks down at you. he grabs the shirt but you grab the other end. “can i keep it?”
“i have to wear a shirt, tiny.”
you look up at him with big pleading eyes, bottom lip wobbling. katsuki relents and lets it go. “fine. you can keep it.”
“yay!”
“alright, i’ll see you then, pretty girl,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek before climbing out of your bed.
you watch him walk out of the room and swoon softly. “bye…”
the front door shuts and immediately, mina rushes in, flopping onto your bed. “tell me everything. he didn’t take advantage of you during your heat did he?”
“no.” your eyes dart to your drawer. “he didn’t. he was really nice and helpful, he even made me omurice.”
“anything else?”
“we watched netflix together and cuddled. he asked me out on a date for next saturday. now i just have to find something to wear…”
“i have just the thing!” mina squeals. 
“i don’t want anything short! mina your clothes aren’t my style.”
“mmm, nevermind. ooh, what about that outfit you bought when katsuki went with us to the mall?”
you think about the pink plaid shirt sitting in the back of your closet with the long-sleeved white shirt. “i would but i don’t want to mess it up.”
“girl, this is the first date you’ve had in ages. wear the skirt.”
“okay okay. i will. now leave, i wanna do…stuff.”
“uh huh. have fun,” mina snickers before walking out and closing the door behind her.
you fish out the shirt from under your blanket and bring it to your nose, shuddering slightly. ‘alpha.’
eijirou hears the front door open as he’s getting ready in his room and peeks out. “hey bakubro. where’s your shirt?”
“don’t worry about it.”
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infrunamie · 5 months
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bakugou getting hit by a quirk that turns his dick into a pussy and the only way to get it back if for him to orgasm 20 times.
and he doesn’t tell you so you catch him fingering himself on his bed face down ass up, drooling and crying into the pillow because its not enough but his pride is too big to ask for help.
so you help him with his “issue,” he ignores you for days until he corners you screaming in your face how its your fault he cant cum by himself anymore. so now you guys have this fwb arrangement but thats his way of saying you guys are together.
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ouch-thats-harsh · 1 year
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Sappy and shit -- Bakugou Katsuki
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Genre: some fluff thats all :))
warnings: none that I can think of other than that there's a mention of touching ass
notes: reader's pov, gn! reader, kinda self indulgent ngl but either way enjoy some baku fluff!!
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"I love to kiss your neck. its so supple and soft, perfect for a little kiss..." you mumbled against his neck
its true, you do love his neck.
you two cuddle a lot during winter and since Katsuki's a walking furnace, you would just bury your face in his neck and he likes to hold you, therefore its a win-win for both.
you don't get to be 'sappy and shit' as he likes to put it all the time but when you do, you try to make the most of it
like now,
"I like your ass-" he says, holding you
"damn, way to ruin the mood" you cut him off, feeling him run his hand towards your said ass
"well, I had to say something before you got all sappy and shit" he says, chuckling at your pout
but you both know these are those lovey-dovey sappy moments you both crave
his crude yet somehow loving words, simple touches and glances
your little smiles, teasing words, light brushes against him and nicknames
they make up for the moments away
you two aren't big on PDA but damn, those little moments where you and him are holding hands or walking through the hallways together, just enjoying the other's company, that's your sappy and shit
and you know that, so does he.
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katsukismelaninn · 2 years
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"Just lemme-", Bakugou mumbles under his breath, as he inches closer towards you and puts his thumb on your bottom lip, before capturing your plump lips with his soft ones. He kissed you so passionately and you couldn't stop the heat from spreading on your cheeks.
Before you were completely out of breath, he slowly pulled away and looked you deep in the eyes. "What was that for?" You mumble, head still spinning from the kiss. "You had a little bit of chocolate on your bottom lip. That's all." He shrugged and turned his back to you, only to be stopped midway.
"You liar! You just wanted an excuse to kiss these lips that you can't get enough of!" You yelled, pointing your finger at your lips. "And i didn't even eat chocolate." You mumbled, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms.
Bakugou was now looking over his shoulder with a smirk plastered on his face, "I guess my excuse worked then." He chuckled and continued to walk towards wherever he needed to be.
Not that i'm complaining tho, you thought to yourself, while putting your index finger on your lips, still feeling the warmth of his lips lingering on yours.
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༄ 𝐩𝐬 :: it was shit, not chocolate (jk lmao...unless..)
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