Atsushiki

The shifting noise his shirt made as he pulled it off reminded you look at him and not the items. Sure, you've seen him working out and in tight clothing, but the intimacy of seeing his toned body this way, added to the sweet smell of his place made your breath falter. Bakugo's eyes looked darker for a split second before placing his knee on the bed and leading you to lay down; one hand acting as your pillow and the rest of his body pressing warmly against you.

Your tongues clashed once more, messy, hungry. Breaths starting to quickly pick up the pace too, the perfect excuse for your bodies to move together like magnets with each wave that started with your lips. With a short grunt from him, he made his way down to your neck; right hand getting a firm grip on your jaw to have better access to the tender space, and started taking his sweet time in there. He'd been thinking about this spot for longer than he should have when he'd kissed you, and now that he was there, he was determined to make it last, remember your taste, how your shampoo smelled stronger there, and how you spasmed when he sucked on a particular place.

"Katsuki?" His eyes darted to yours at the sudden intimate name. "t–touch me..." You blushed, but didn't hesitate when taking his hand from your face and guiding it down, further than where he's ever been. "Please", your small and breathy request made his head spin, and his erection demand attention with a twitch.

Within seconds he was unbuttoning and practically tearing off your pants and underwear; much more aggressive than what he'd promised himself he would. He would've felt bad if it wasn't for your hands mirroring his frantic actions, pulling down his sweats as far as you could reach. The feeling of your exposed lower half making you stop before reaching for his briefs.

Both sets of eyes were focused on the lower part of your bodies, closely following Katsuki's thick fingers lingeringly travel from your navel to your core; watching them sink into your folds. Both of you moaned together at the much anticipated sensation.

He gave a few tentative touches to your soaking little cunt with the tender pad of his third finger, while noting your reaction to each of them. The attention made you shy away from the soft golden rays that shined through the curtains in an attempt to hide the red tint on your cheeks and your eyes that were continuously landing on a particular growing wet spot on his underwear.

"Is this alright?" He uttered dangerously close to your mouth.

"Yeah, like this"

He made the mental note to ask you to touch yourself for him some other day as you guided his slick coated fingers to show him how you do it. You tried to swallow the whimpers that were creeping in your throat, but Katsuki is nothing short from a fast learner, and in no time he knew where and how to touch, quickly reducing you to a panting mess with the feeling of new-found electricity running through your body. A moan slipped out when you felt him tease your entrance, instantly making you tense up, both thighs instinctively closing. As much as you were excited for this, it was undeniably scary given everything that circulated about doing it for the first time.

"Y'got tense" he noticed, a beefy finger still trailing circles around your entrance but much slower. "Want to stop?"

"No. It's just–" you tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck, "I don't know.. I'm.."

"Scared." The rubbing on your core stopped, as he softly cursed, the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared; and more if it was of him.

"No. Nervous?" You corrected.

"Hm, I'm here to make you feel good." He started as he planted small kisses on your lips in-between words, "I- I'll do everything to make sure of it.. even if you want us to stay just like this, it's okay. I'll do as you say. I just want to please you."

You felt a throb between your legs with his words, contemplating for a second a softer, more affectionate version of Katsuki, one that was only for you. Your hand brushed against the diamond shaped scar on his cheek before lowering to the one on his chest, letting you feel his racing heartbeat.

"yeah..Nn, just start slow"

"Sure? Of course I'll be gentle" he purred while propping himself up on his left elbow. "I think you're wet enough, but still need you to relax, baby."

You didn't have time to blush before he pulled you into a loving kiss. His tongue stroking yours in an attempt to soothe you, let you concentrate only on him once more.

Soon, those red eyes were again on you, taking turns between studying his actions and your face. His digit slowly inching inside, a small sting making you choke on your breath.

"You're okay?" He placed a quick kiss on your forehead when you nodded, "hm, you're doing so well, love".

And fuck you felt good. Sure, the stretch felt weird and foreign at first, but it gradually became a delicious pressure you didn't know you needed; and it only grew as he slid deeper making your body unconsciously gravitate towards his. You let him have better access at last by opening your legs, leaving you feeling more vulnerable than ever, but in your mind you were fine with it as long as it was for him.

He occasionally hissed at the warm contact with your gummy insides, doing everything so his mind didn't drift to imagining how it would feel around his still untouched cock. Which started involuntarily twitching more when he started to work his finger in and out in the most delicate way possible.

Katsuki almost lost all composure when he felt your hand reach for his shaft, your finger tracing a straight line up before getting a hold of it. You didn't know who took in a sharper breath, him at the sudden and much wanted touch or you when you realized the size and state he was in. You heard noises you never knew the hero would make as you slowly stroke his hard on over his briefs, making his head loll down and try to shy away the same way you did when he first touched you.

"ha, shit– touch inside" breathy, desperate moan.

He means.. inside his underwear?; you thought to yourself for a moment, before you fidgeted with the elastic and wandered in, your fingers delicately wrapping around the throbbing length. He practically growled, and thrusted into your hand once before reminding himself to calm down. Your hand lazily touched him, similarly to what you had seen once in a video, but still unsure if you were doing a good job. Katsuki never complained though, just your touch was enough to keep him constantly on the edge of cumming.

He decided to take his attention off that divine sensation and focus on stretching you out again, slowly but surely on his way to add more fingers. He found out that if he drew circles or curved his fingers inside you, you'd feel good, and surprisingly make an even bigger mess with your slick. You both were too out of it to care at this point, slightly grinding into each other's hands, and heavy breathing into the other's mouths.

"Katsuki.. Kats– nnngh, I can't." You pleaded into his mouth with glossy half closed eyes, "I need to– hn fck" You could barely get words out as your free hand darted to your clit. Wet sounds of the rubbing pairing with the rhythm of his fingers in you.

"It's okay, baby. You're doing so good, hngh" He felt relief knowing he could finally cum, and more that it would be with you, "shit shit shi– cum, let's cum together, pretty".

Every movement was erratic and inconsistent; your hands messily working on your clit and his cock simultaneously, his fingers scissoring or drawing circles inside you and his hips bucking up, all in search of that glorious peak.

Didn't took long for the hand that had been acting as your pillow this whole time to tightened its grip on your hair at the same time Katsuki pulled your forehead onto his when your back finally arched in pleasure. You heard your name being moaned in a raspy, uneven voice while riding your high, only getting grounded by the sensation of hot liquid spilling on your side.

Everything felt fuzzy, the room blurry through the tears in your eyes, sounds slowing down along with your hands. The now dull light didn't help in easing the goosebumps all over your body as heat started to dissipate. Slothful kisses on your neck made you turn to face your partner after the room stopped spinning.

"Katsuki?" The hero propped himself up as if it was your command, "I wanted to feel you inside.." you admitted while getting some sweaty hairs out of his forehead.

"I– uhm can go on.. But don't push yourself, baby" he sweetly nuzzled against your hand.

"m'not, i wanna"

A smile spread across his face as he bit his lip, nothing short from mischievous. "Well.. How can I say no to you?" He practically purred aiming for the crook of your neck once again, "I guess I gotta keep ya in the mood".

The smile didn't fade even while he continued nibbling on the skin down your jaw to your collarbone; he'd secretly love that you asked and not him. The goosebumps on your skin started reappearing when Katsuki decided to level up and start to suck on the skin beneath him, getting progressively closer to your cleavage. The ache between your legs building up again with every teasing lick and bite. You heard a grunt followed by Katsuki trying to wiggle himself out of his remaining clothes.

It shouldn't have been sexy, however it let you see him completely naked for the first time. You found yourself mindlessly shamelessly eyeing his half hard cock at the same time he motioned to let him help you take off your top. His dick was prettier than you thought would be, girthier than expected too, the flushed tip still messy with drops from his orgasm earlier; which he started wiping before settling himself infront of you. The view was alluring to say the least, his hands traveling to caress your knees before pulling them apart. A small chuckle traveled through the air when your hands rushed to cover your slit.

"Y'gotta let me see you, pretty. I see you staring, y'know? It's only fair.." He murmured as he placed himself on top of you, elbow holding him up while he resumed palming and teasing your now exposed tits. "Tell me, babe, can I mark you?" Your blood didn't know if to rush up to your face or down between your legs, "Sorry, but I'd love to see it tomorrow when we wake up".

And he did. As soon as you nodded, his mouth was set on this new mission. Chills covered your body when his lips enveloped a perked up nipple, the other getting teased and flicked simultaneously by his other hand; your mind going blank before interlocking your fingers with soft strands of ashy blonde hair.

Katsuki had been so self-restrained at first, probably out of nervousness, but his confidence had steadily increased and now he felt relaxed while melting into your touch, determined to see you become a mess for him again. That meant exploring and worshipping every single inch of you in this moment, your small, desperate filthy noises only fueling his need.

"Hnng, fuck, look at you, making such delicious noises" he purred, slurring his words since he didn't bother stopping the tasting of your body.

"Don't tease me–"

"I'm not. You have no fucking idea how turned on I am right now".

But you knew. You could feel his rock hard erection rubbing and poking along your heat, slick and pre cum making a mess between your bodies but aiding pleasure to build up. Grinding almost pathetically like this just to get some friction wasn't in Katsuki's plan, he knew that if he continued, he wouldn't last a minute once he enters you; but he couldn't stop either.

"Just– get a condom, Katsuki" you whined, not able to keep your hips from grinding against him either.

He obeyed; stretching enough to reach the box on his nightstand. The heat between your thighs was almost painful, you could feel your pussy fluttering while seeing him opening the small package and roll down the latex along his shaft. He hissed at the tightness of it, before stroking it a few times for you to see.

He looked at your soaking folds and pushed his tip down with his thumb to meet your swollen clit, giving a few teasing thrusts. Seeing you laying there, face flushed, ruffled hair, glistening eyes on him only, plus the new hickeys covering your body, was probably the most arousing thing he has seen in his entire life.

"Tell me if you're in pain, love." He drawled, trying to sooth you with his hands grazing along your thighs. Tip being guided to your entrance. "I've prepped you.. but i can do more, so promise you'll tell me"

A tiny, shivery 'okay' left your lips as you felt his other thumb open your folds, tip still circling to gather more of your lewd juices. You both watched as he lined himself and pushed the tip in just enough to start feeling the stretch.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes were shut, trying to get used to the hot sensation while he slid in a tiny bit more. "Breathe, baby, fuckk, I feel you tensing up again," he cooed before leaning down and letting your foreheads press together.

Small, loving kisses landed on your lips. It took every drop of self-control for Katsuki to not thrust into your warm insides, but he waited, showing much more patience than he thought he could, gently running his fingertips up and down the side of your torso.

"Ngh, you're doing great, doll, that's it, breathe with me. I'll go real slow, 'kay?" You only nodded.

Your muscles relaxed while doing as instructed, surprised to see that you were okay; finally trying to be inside of your head less and concentrate on the situation.

Your walls kept spamming around him in pure desire, while he continued whispering dirty mouthed praises and giving you sloppy kisses. He definitely needed more, every nerve in his body telling him, screaming to fuck you senseless, to let himself see your cock drunk face as he had imagined it so many times before; only for your soft touch on his biceps to restrain every urge.

You noticed though, the needy whimpers, the throbbing inside you and the rolling of his eyes; all acting almost as an aphrodisiac adding to the craving between your legs.

"Y–you can move" you encouraged, putting an end to his dilemma.

Moans, pants and grunts echoed in the room with each shallow push, his hips setting a painfully slow but deep pace. Your back arched and your toes curled every time he grazed that deepest point inside you.

The rhythm he set didn't last long though, it became hasty and more greedy; ultimately causing his dick to slip out. Both grunting at the sudden loss of friction before he scrambled to take the length with one hand and push it in again, much more forcefully than before, patience running low and an indecent obsession taking its place.

"shit–sorry, I–"

"–just fuck me, Katsuki, I'm okay" your needy plea interrupted his worried, wide eyed expression. "I need you, hhngg you're soo deep and i love it" you wiggled under his weight, trying to bounce yourself on his cock.

"Haah, don't do this, I won't be able to be good for you anymore."

"Then don't be, Dynamite," you hummed in provocation.

"I– dammit" he choked out, something feral starting to creep in his eyes, "I don't think you know the type of game you're starting, babydoll"

"And if I do?" You didn't, but you knew he was thinking too much about not hurting you. You wanted him to enjoy himself too, needed to see more of that unplanned pleasure like the one you saw on him while cumming.

"Hmm, let's do something.." Before you knew, he shifted his weight to sit down, letting you be on top, straddling his legs. You looked down to meet his ruby eyes, your bodies still connected, "still, don't push yourself, yeah? Stop if it hurts."

"I don't think my hero would hurt me" Your sweet smile spread to his face too.

Your hands traveled over his broad shoulders; lowering yourself and feeling the stretch from his cock. Katsuki gave a pleased smirk when he saw your mouth fall open and head roll back, hips bucking up to help you take him all in.

"You really like my cock that much, huh?" His voice tasted like danger opposing to his hands that rested on your hips, thumbs sweetly mapping their way across your warm skin.

"Mhm, you stretch me so good"

"hnn, shit– I never thought I'd see you this needy this soon, doll" his eager grunt made your clit throb.

You couldn't even protest against his words, you were needy, you couldn't stop the rolling of your eyes every time you descended on his length, feeling how he made his way inside you to a spot that made you see stars. The wet slapping noises that both of your thighs made and the now unrestrained moans made the moment feel nothing less than pornographic. And the sight didn't fall behind, your eyes always locked with Katsuki's, always looking up to you, his face flushed, lips parted and glistening with a mix of spit, hands now on your ass helping you move up and down his cock despite your trembling thighs.

"You're s'fucking good t'me, ohmygod, only f'me" He knew he wouldn't last much longer at this pace, still couldn't bring himself to go any slower after all the restraint he showed before. "Please– fuckkkk, Babe, I'm so close, s-shit– y'feel so fucking good, sorry, I'msorry I'm gonna cum"

"Hnnha, no-not yet, keep fucking me, please, please– justa bit m-more" you could barely muster out.

"can'tt– holy shit, y'squeezing me s'much. Nnhg fuck fuck sorry I'm cummingg, fuck– get upp". The hero lewdly pleaded as his hands held your lower half up to allow himself to pull out before his nearing peak; only for your hips to harshly grind down and resume their greedy speed.

Katsuki's strength left his arms as a wave of pure pleasure washed over him, small shiny sparkles dancing through the surrounding air and thick hot ropes of cum being drawn out of him.

His arms stayed tightly around you, thighs covered in slick, face blissed out as he looked at you ride the last throbs of his cock, trying to ignore the warning signs of overstimulation.

His hips only daring to move moments later when your pussy sucked him in. He could feel the shock of the orgasm that hit you, soft walls squeezing harder, your whole body shuddering while his name rolled out your your mouth and more of your juices spilling down his balls. "M'here, cum on my cock, babydoll, I got you".

His digits started sweetly drawing stars on your back, waiting for your breaths to regulate and pulse to calm down; taking it all in, your bodies pressed together, all senses heightened, smell of sex and love filling the room. Katsuki just sat there for some minutes with you in his arms, he started planning on what he would cook for you in the morning, and if you'd let him, fuck you again right after.

Poor Katsuki prepared towels to save his bedsheets and still forgot to use them :(. Yeah, he changed the bed so you both could cuddle and sleep. Anyways, I read a Bakugo x Dabi fanfic where Katsuki has a small scar on his dick due to not controlling his quirk when masturbating and it's cannon in my head, dc. thanks for the patience~ i've been sooo busy. also: holyyyy shit 1.1k likes on the other post (': thanks annon too <3 u can give me some comments/constructive criticism where needed; i'm learning lol send requestsss , i'm slowly but surely writing the others hehe

And of fucking course his mind wanders further—

Would your mouth feel that good in reality?

Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?

Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?

Will—

“Earth to Katsukiii,” you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.

“What!?” His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.

“I have been talking to you,” you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothin’,” he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.

“You’re even pissier than usual,” you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.

“You’re imagining things,” he replies way too fast.

You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You don’t miss the way he immediately leans away.

“Why do you run from me?” you ask, tilting your head.

“I like my space, weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.

“I like your space too,” you tease, nudging your knee against his.

He instantly moves his knee away.

“Shut up and watch this damn movie,” he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.

“Kats.”

No answer.

“Katsuki,” you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.

You feel it — the tension.

You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.

“What’s up with you?” you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until he’s practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.

“Tell meee,” you drag out, nudging him lightly. “What’s bothering you?”

“You’re bothering me,” he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. “Even in my fuckin’ dreams,” he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.

“What?” you ask, caught off guard. “You dreamt about me?”

“Are you deaf?” he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.

Then—

Something shifts.

A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.

“What kind of dream did you have?” you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.

Before he can react, you move.

In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.

His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.

“Come on,” you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.

“Did you have a wet dream?” you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it — but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.

“Did you really have a wet dream of me?” you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.

“Piss off,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh my god… I want to know right now,” you nudge him again, more insistent this time.

“I ain’t telling you shit, now get off of me,” he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.

You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.

“You know… if you tell me what it was about… maybe I can help,” you shrug casually, as if you didn’t just drop that.

He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing he’s ever heard.

“You gotta be joking,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Why would I be? It’s not like I don’t find you hot or anything,” you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.

That stirrs something in him.

He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.

“I’m still not telling you,” he mumbles, jaw clenching.

“Okay…” you hum. “I’ll guess.”

You take a moment to think, then—

“Was I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style… or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?” you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. “How about—“

“It was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,” he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.

“Oh,” you pause, blinking. “A blowjob,” you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.

“How was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?” you add, genuinely thinking about it.

He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.

“You are killing me, woman,” he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.

“So you want it?” you ask, watching him closely.

He makes a pause, completely baffled.

Then—

“The hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?” he snaps, glaring at you.

“Who dreams of their best friend sucking them off?” you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.

“Smartass,” he scoffs.

“Pervert.”

“Oh, I’m the pervert? Not you, who’s been grinding on me for the past minutes?” he shoots back.

“I only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,” you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. “And you clearly don’t wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some… other way… you know?”

He goes quiet.

Really quiet.

His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted — something you can’t quite read.

You’ve never seen that look on him before.

Not like this.

There’s hesitation.

Something heavy sits behind his eyes.

“You better not make me regret this,” he mutters finally, his voice lower now.

Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didn’t know what to make of this words.

“Wha— what?”

His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.

“Get on your knees.”

“Now?” You ask baffled.

“Yes, now. I’m in the mood and it’s your fault,” he reminds you.

You bite your lip to repress a smile.

Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.

Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.

You take your time.

Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch… then his belt.

You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him — watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.

You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.

Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.

And then—

His cock springs free.

Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.

“C’mon, dig in,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.

You don’t rush.

You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly — his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.

Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.

“Don’t— be such a tease, damn it,” he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.

You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.

Enough teasing.

You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.

You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting — letting your body relax around him.

Then you start moving.

Slow at first.

Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.

Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.

All the while, your eyes stay on him.

Watching everything.

The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled — but you can tell he’s holding back.

That only makes you pick up the pace.

Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you don’t stop — you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.

You want to hear him.

Really hear him.

“You happy now?” he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. “Having a mouth full of me?”

You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.

“You greedy brat,” he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you — you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.

His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.

Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.

“Mhm— keep— keep going,” he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.

You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel it—

The twitch.

The tension building.

A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and then—

He breaks.

“Fuck, fuck, gonn a—“

His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.

For a moment, he doesn’t move, his orgasm washing over him, then — he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.

“Fuckin’ hell— you’re takin’ everything,” he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.

You suck him dry.

And he lets you — for a short while.

Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.

“Shit— too much—” he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.

Taking him in.

He’s leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.

But he wasn’t the only one looking messy… he noticed your state too.

And fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids… you looked so fucking pretty like this — on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes — a sign of how hard you tried to take him.

You remain on the floor even if it wasn’t the most comfortable place, still close to him.

“So…” you finally break the silence softly.

His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.

“Was this better than your dream?” you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.

But he won’t give you want to want. He already gave you enough.

He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.

but then come his ruts and that’s a whole different story. you thought dog hybrid!bakugou was clingy before but now it’s up by a tenth fold — you have to take at least a week off of work when it comes up because he won’t stop howling, won’t stop whining when you’re apart and the neighbours hate it. you have lunch with a male coworker and bakugou tears your home apart as soon as he smells them on you.

poor dog hybrid!bakugou practically begs you to let him inside, let him knot you — how can you say no? your poor baby’s burning up and humping at anything he can get at and it’s not quite enough for him. you feel his swollen thick cock pressed up against you from behind, slipping between the softness of your cheeks, the veins throbbing and his shaft sticky with all that precum he’s leaking. it’s meant to make that breeding process just that little bit easier.

“it hurts,” bakugou tells you, pressing his cheek against your shoulder from behind as lewd sounds of his hot and heavy erection squelch from behind you. “please, gotta cum. could cum like this but s’not enough.” now, your precious pup never asks you for much. he’s always content with what he has. but this time he’s begging for his, aching for any sort of relief and there’s only one way you can give it to him.

turning around in his hold and shuddering at just how hot dog hybrid!bakugou has gotten from his oncoming rut, you give him a meek nod. the sign and the signal is all he needs before tearing through your clothes — making you shudder at the hot press of his cock glistening with precum at your entrance.

dog hybrid!bakugou is so big he makes you choke on your own saliva, snug against your rippling walls — tip brushing against your most inner and sensitive parts. he’s hardly moved and you can feel him churning up your guts, feel slick pool between your thighs as you hopelessly grasp and scratch at the counter. he lets you adjust but only for a second, large palm on the small of your spine to make your back arch up just for him. like you’re his pretty little mate presenting for him.

“‘m g’na fill you up. pump’ya full of pups,” he snarls, rabid and roaring from deep in his chest with every canter of his hips forward — using all of his weight to swing them into you. you have no idea what he’s saying, can’t even hear him over your wet little hole clenching around him, gripping at pulsating veins that decorate his shaft every time he fucks himself into you. the scent of your sex, the feeling of blood rushing through you and your sweet little cries is what drives bakugou forward. the only thought running through his mind is to breed, breed, breed.

dog hybrid!bakugou puts all his weight on you, tail swishing and sticky between his strong legs as he thrusts into you — balls heavy with a hot load all saved up for you. you can feel it as they slap against your sex. he leaves teeth marks up your back, bruises on the fat of your hips from where he tugs you back to meet his cock. he’s so close he hardly wants to pull out of you, circling n he’s myself into with slow and uncoordinated grinds that are enough to make you cum twice before he does — your juices streaking down your trembling thighs as they weakly hold you up against the cool surface of the countertop.

dog hybrid!bakugou barely remembers to warn you about his knot when he does eventually cum — copious amounts of white, viscous seed pouring into you from behind, so much so, that it runs down from his bright red tip and seeps out of your sex in crude slaps to the floor. you whimper, brainless, as his dick swells inside you to keep you nice and full of his cum. making sure it sticks. and bakugou noses your neck softly when he lifts you carefully and carries you into his bedroom to rest before his next cycle.

“stop squirmin’ ‘n sleep. it’ll go down soon,” he tells you before quite literally knocking out on top of you, caging you in underneath him and all of his warmth — content and stuffed full of cock and cum. you have to admit, dog!hybrid bakugou is so cute with his twitching ears and shifting tail during his post-nut nap. falling asleep with him tl like this is comfortable and new too. adorable; even.

though, that’s as cute as it gets, because as soon as his knot’s gone down you wake up to dog hybrid!bakugou whimpering and grinding into the bedsheets he’s spiked with cum from waiting for you to wake up — sucking on your sex from between your thighs, tongue swirling around your hole as he eats his previous release out of you.

“yer finally awake,” katsuki slurs, red eyes delirious and hungry like an apex predator watching its prey. “don’t worry ‘bout me cleanin’ you up, ‘m just makin’ sure you’re ready for another round.”

poor dog hybrid!bakugou practically begs you to let him inside, let him knot you — how can you say no? your poor baby’s burning up and humping at anything he can get at and it’s not quite enough for him. you feel his swollen thick cock pressed up against you from behind, slipping between the softness of your cheeks, the veins throbbing and his shaft sticky with all that precum he’s leaking. it’s meant to make that breeding process just that little bit easier.

“it hurts,” bakugou tells you, pressing his cheek against your shoulder from behind as lewd sounds of his hot and heavy erection squelch from behind you. “please, gotta cum. could cum like this but s’not enough.” now, your precious pup never asks you for much. he’s always content with what he has. but this time he’s begging for his, aching for any sort of relief and there’s only one way you can give it to him.

turning around in his hold and shuddering at just how hot dog hybrid!bakugou has gotten from his oncoming rut, you give him a meek nod. the sign and the signal is all he needs before tearing through your clothes — making you shudder at the hot press of his cock glistening with precum at your entrance.

dog hybrid!bakugou is so big he makes you choke on your own saliva, snug against your rippling walls — tip brushing against your most inner and sensitive parts. he’s hardly moved and you can feel him churning up your guts, feel slick pool between your thighs as you hopelessly grasp and scratch at the counter. he lets you adjust but only for a second, large palm on the small of your spine to make your back arch up just for him. like you’re his pretty little mate presenting for him.

“‘m g’na fill you up. pump’ya full of pups,” he snarls, rabid and roaring from deep in his chest with every canter of his hips forward — using all of his weight to swing them into you. you have no idea what he’s saying, can’t even hear him over your wet little hole clenching around him, gripping at pulsating veins that decorate his shaft every time he fucks himself into you. the scent of your sex, the feeling of blood rushing through you and your sweet little cries is what drives bakugou forward. the only thought running through his mind is to breed, breed, breed.

dog hybrid!bakugou puts all his weight on you, tail swishing and sticky between his strong legs as he thrusts into you — balls heavy with a hot load all saved up for you. you can feel it as they slap against your sex. he leaves teeth marks up your back, bruises on the fat of your hips from where he tugs you back to meet his cock. he’s so close he hardly wants to pull out of you, circling n he’s myself into with slow and uncoordinated grinds that are enough to make you cum twice before he does — your juices streaking down your trembling thighs as they weakly hold you up against the cool surface of the countertop.

dog hybrid!bakugou barely remembers to warn you about his knot when he does eventually cum — copious amounts of white, viscous seed pouring into you from behind, so much so, that it runs down from his bright red tip and seeps out of your sex in crude slaps to the floor. you whimper, brainless, as his dick swells inside you to keep you nice and full of his cum. making sure it sticks. and bakugou noses your neck softly when he lifts you carefully and carries you into his bedroom to rest before his next cycle.

“stop squirmin’ ‘n sleep. it’ll go down soon,” he tells you before quite literally knocking out on top of you, caging you in underneath him and all of his warmth — content and stuffed full of cock and cum. you have to admit, dog!hybrid bakugou is so cute with his twitching ears and shifting tail during his post-nut nap. falling asleep with him tl like this is comfortable and new too. adorable; even.

though, that’s as cute as it gets, because as soon as his knot’s gone down you wake up to dog hybrid!bakugou whimpering and grinding into the bedsheets he’s spiked with cum from waiting for you to wake up — sucking on your sex from between your thighs, tongue swirling around your hole as he eats his previous release out of you.

Friday, the last day of your week before your two days off, was your turn for milking day. It took up most of the day, what with the sheer amount of hybrids that needed tended to and the amount of milk that needed collected so Toshinori and Aizawa could take it to market the next day. It wasn’t necessarily hard work, but it certainly wasn’t always the most pleasant. 

The day would start out easy enough. The female cows were always eager to ease the pressure of their milk, and they’d spend most of the time yapping your ear off about their calves or the various bulls that had been eyeing them or anything else that came to their brains while you watched the machine do its work. Afterwards, they were always polite and pleasant with a thank you as they redressed and stepped out of the barn with a little less back pain. 

The bulls, however, were a different story, and their ‘milking’ was a bit more hands on. They all knew the job they had to do, providing their seed to the farmer so he could sell it to pay for their food and care or give it to one of the cows or heifers to create the next line of calves. While not all of them enjoyed it, they were cooperative enough and knew it was necessary to earn their keep. Too many of the less cooperative bulls in the past had been made an example of, sent off to other farms where they could earn their lodging through hard work instead. By comparison, most bulls found the weekly milking much more pleasant than the chores at other farms. 

Some bulls would usually remain quiet, their hands on the gates of the stalls as they grit their teeth and tried to overcome the humiliation of the whole thing the both of you experienced. When it was over, they’d thank you and be on their way, unwilling to look you in the eye until the next week. 

Other bulls would be a bit too enthusiastic for you to get your hands on them, thinking you derived a lot more pleasure from the whole messy ordeal than you did. The ones who were a bit too pervy about the whole thing found themselves greeted by Aizawa the next Friday instead. 

The majority enjoyed the process as much as the cows did, ready to relieve the built up tension and happy enough to have a pretty farm hand do it. 

Over time you got desensitized to the awkwardness of it and it became a chore just like any other, regardless of whether the bull getting milked was shy or pervy or pleasant during the whole ordeal.

There was one bull, however, that was always a daunting chore no matter how many weeks had passed since you started the job. 

His name was Bakugo Katsuki.

Bakugo was the reason the former farmhand quit, with his shitty personality and his inability to cooperate. He was known to kick, spit, bite, and even try to gore unlucky farmhands from time to time. He was a menace, almost more trouble than he was worth were it not for the pretty penny he cost because of his illustrious bloodline. He was some sort of expensive breed of bull, according to Toshinori, his ‘seed’ too valuable to send him off to another farm just because he was a bastard to deal with. It showed, too, when he’d stalk about the farm, his golden fur catching in the light of the sun, or when he’d reluctantly help Toshinori around the farm and his sweat would glisten on his chiseled abs and powerful muscles. He was monstrous in size, even comparable to Kirishima, who was one of the biggest bulls you’d ever seen. A prime specimen for breeding a line of calves who would grow up to be just as powerful, beautiful, and expensive as him. Even his eyes were a pretty, but unusual, shade of ruby with thick blonde, almost feminine, lashes to frame them.  He had quite a few heifers chasing after him at all times, all of which he had told in no uncertain terms to fuck off and stay away from him despite the way the compliments visibly stroked his ego. He had a calf or two running around the farm as well, though not by choice. Their parentage was obvious in their distinct blonde hair, their red eyes, and the absolute bundles of energy they were. Most of his ‘seed’ was sent off to other farms after being sold for thousands of dollars where it’d be used to breed with the best show heifers in the country. 

Bakugo hated every second of the Friday ritual.

At first, he tried to hide when he knew it was his turn, though he wasn’t very good at it given his size. After that, he’d begun fighting. Ramming his horns at anyone and everyone that came near him. After a few attempts, and after Bakugo had sent the last farmhand to the ER, Toshinori had decided it wasn’t safe for you to try to corral him anymore. You’d wait in the stable once Aizawa and the other farmhands like Vlad hand grabbed him, then do your work as quickly and efficiently as possible. On this particular Friday, he seemed to be in an especially pissy mood. You’d been dreading having to ‘milk’ him all day, just as much as Aizawa was dreading having to get him.

You carried out your normal duties, counting down the hours until you’d have to begin. You could hear him screaming and swearing before he’d even gotten to the barn, just as you were capping up Kirishima’s sample cup. The redheaded bull rolled out his shoulders, always one of the easier ones to milk, and swore under his breath.

“Good luck, darlin’. He seems especially pissy today. Be careful. Oh- and thank you! I feel much better. I’ll see you again next week,” He gave you a toothy grin before zipping his pants back up and stepping out of the barn. 

You let out a heavy sigh, removing your black latex gloves and tossing them into the trash.

“You mother fucking pieces of shit! I’ll kill you all! Let me fucking- gah!” Bakugo swore, putting up much more of a fight than usual. Toshi pulled him by a lead attached to a bit in his mouth. Meanwhile, Aizawa and Vlad were on either side of him, shoving him with every strap and harness they had into the stall. He tried to fight all three of them, digging his hooves into the ground as he growled and pulled against the leads like a feral animal. It was fruitless, though. Vlad was strong from years of hard work, and Aizawa’s size was nothing to sneeze at either. They ignored him as they pulled him into the stall where the contraption Toshinori had ordered especially for Bakugo sat. It looked like something out of a porno, a bench of sorts with a leather strap for his neck, each of his hands, a cushioned leather bench for his chest to rest on, and a post on the left and the right side for his legs to be spread and strapped to. Your stool was stationed to the side of it, sitting at just the perfect height for you to reach his cock or attach the milking machine to him without having to risk injury or certain death. 

Bakugo's eyes were blazing with fury as they pulled him in and pushed his chest down against the bench. Aizawa and Vlad quickly worked in tandem to strap his neck, then his arms, then his kicking legs to the contraption. To add insult to injury, Toshinori shoved two silicone covers with little pink balls at the end to each of his horns to prevent him from spearing you, as well as a mesh mask over his mouth to keep him from spitting on or biting you. 

You shivered at the sight, watching as he continued to try to thrash, tears of humiliation and fury welling in his ruby eyes. You’d almost feel bad for the guy if he wasn’t such a bastard and the only task left before your much needed weekend. 

“Holler if you need anything,” Aizawa sighed, knowing Bakugo was more willing to cooperate, or cooperate as much as he was capable of, without any extra audience. 

You swallowed, nodding as you moved around the pen, gathering your things as if there wasn’t a beast of a hybrid behind you, just clawing for the chance to kill you. 

The extra men filed out of the stall, shutting it behind them to leave you alone with the bull hybrid. You wished Aizawa would just give you a break and do it for you, but no such luck. 

“Sorry, bud,” you sighed at Bakugo as he stared daggers into your soul. If looks could kill, you were sure you’d be flayed out in the paddock somewhere. 

“Stupid bitch,” Bakugo spat, his voice slightly garbled by the bit in his mouth while his arms strained against the restraints. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“I’m sorry, Bakugo. But it’s my job. You’ll feel better once it’s done, you always do,” you reminded him as you moved about the room, getting your latex gloves on and uncapping and labeling the collection cup. The latex stretched loudly over your fingers as you pulled each glove on, sounding like nails on a chalkboard in the otherwise silent room. “And don’t forget, last time Toshinori said your alternative was using one of those electro ejaculator things. Isn’t this at least a little bit more pleasant?”

“Stop talking,” he growled, but didn’t disagree as you spread some lube on your hands to warm it, then sat on the stool by his knees. Outside, the world was oddly quiet, only the random clucking of chickens and the sound of cicadas breaking the silence. You tried not to look at him as you unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down around his ankles, his cock already half hard. Despite his protests, you knew he was pent up, knew that half the reason he was so angry was because he’d been so uncooperative during his last session that you’d had to stop halfway through. He needed this, just as much as you needed a VERY strong drink when it was done. 

“Hands or machine?” You asked evenly, trying to keep everything clinical.

He was silent for a long moment, and just as you expected to open his mouth and unleash a new string of vile insults, he grunted.

“Hands.”

“Alright,” You nodded, trying to act unphased. You knew he had a better release, a better output, when you did it by hand. That didn’t make it any more pleasant. You pumped a generous amount of lube onto your hands, rubbing them together to try and warm it. You sat, now at face level with his cock. You were so eager to get the whole thing done with, you completely forgot to recheck the restraints. “Might be a little cold.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his face reddening as his cock bobbed to attention. You tried not to look at him anymore than necessary, tried to ignore his piercing red eyes as they glared down at you intently. Your face heated up, your thighs shifting together despite yourself.

There were many reasons you hated milking Bakugo, but top among them was how god damn wet it made you. Putting aside the fact he was a hybrid, Bakugo was beautiful, with soft albeit spiky blonde hair, a strong jaw, stronger abs and arms, and a hefty cock to match. He took pride in his appearance, and it showed in the way his body hair and fur was always well groomed, he always smelled freshly showered despite how much time he spent outside, and the confidence with which he carried himself. 

Your attraction only made the entire ordeal more awkward for you. 

“I’ll get it over with quickly,” you promised, both to him and to yourself, as your gloved hand, slick with lube, wrapped around the base of his cock. It was hot, almost scaldingly so, curved with thick veins and ridges that felt good under your fingers. He was thick, nearly more than you could fit your hand around, and long to match. You wondered how in the hell any of the tiny little heifers on the farm thought they’d be able to fit the whole thing inside of them. 

“F-fuck-“ he cursed, his eyes fluttering just like they always did, blonde lashes settling against his cheeks as he closed them. 

You could feel it throbbing in your hand as you passed over each vein, each bump and ridge of his cock pulsing with need.

“It’s okay,” you cooed in an attempt to be soothing again, which only caused him to grunt in annoyance and jerk against the restraints once again. Despite his protests, you could still feel the way his hips moved to meet your hand, each stroke and thrust accompanied by a groan or a puff of hot air from between his lips. “Just tell me if you need me to stop.”

You picked up the pace, as you tried to zone out, finger swirling around his sensitive tip and pressing against his slit with each flick of your wrist. He got impossibly harder in your hands, precum dripping in rivulets down his shaft and into the cup poised below him. You let your mind wander, trying to think of anything but the way his cock throbbed in your hand, the way each moan made you wetter and wetter, the rustling of the leather straps and buckles above you. You tried to think of your grocery list, the chores you had to do at home, your takeout order for dinner, the oil change you had scheduled for the next day.

Anything but the way you wanted to wrap your lips around his cock and give him some true relief, the way you wanted to unstrap him from the bench and ask him to bury his head between your thighs, to use his wide tongue to taste and lick your folds like it was his last meal.

You let out a breathy sigh involuntarily at the mental image, only to shake your head to clear the thought from it. You couldn’t afford to keep getting distracted. You’d just have to masturbate when you got home to thoughts of him, just like every other shameful Friday night.

Above you, Bakugo arched an eyebrow, staring at you with an unusually watchful eye.

Remembering your current task, your free hand moved to cup his sizable balls, feeling how taut they were to try and gauge how close he was to cumming. A sinful moan escaped his mouth, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft whine of your own as heat pooled in your core. 

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He scoffed, his cock twitching in your grasp. “I see the way you eye me up, how you look forward to this each week. Bet you’d love a taste. Bet you’d love for me to stretch out that tiny hole with my fat cock.”

The banter, the flirting, was unusual from Bakugo, though you couldn’t deny his words. No matter how much you lied to yourself, no matter how shameful you felt since you were supposed to be his caretaker, it hadn’t stopped the sinful thoughts in your head of taking his between your plush tits, letting him paint your face with thick white ribbons of cum, or even skipping the middle man and letting him breed you, letting him make you all round and full of his babies while your tits filled with milk, just like the other breeding heifers on the farm. 

Your eyes shut at the thought, though your hand didn’t stop its steady rhythm. 

You couldn’t stop imagining the delicious stretch, the feeling of his abs under your fingers, the way he could manhandle you and flip you around with his sheer strength. 

“Yeah, you’re imagining it, aren’t you?” Suddenly, his cock was ripped from your hand, his voice directly in your ear as he tossed his mask to the side. 

You opened your mouth to scream, only for his hand to suddenly shove the metal bit he’d been wearing in your mouth, clipping the back with surprising speed.

“I think it’s about time for us to even the scales, don’t you think? You’ve been doing this shit to me for weeks and I haven’t ever gotten to return the favor. Now be a good little heifer and don’t move,” he sneered. Katsuki's strong arms tore at your shirt and your jeans, tossing the scraps of ruined cloth to the side. He sneered as he saw your nipples harden against the air, at the wetness he revealed dripping from between your thighs once he’d stripped you bare. 

“I knew it,” Bakugo chuckled cruelly. He hauled you up by your arms as you tried to scream and struggle, shoving you chest down onto the contraption designed for him, then quickly strapping you in. “You’ve been liking this this whole time, haven't you, you little pervert? Is it the highlight of your week, getting to stroke my cock? Do you even give the farmer my cum when you’re done, or do you take it home to shove in your own slutty pussy?”

You wanted to scream, wanted to moan, but the bit in your mouth cut into the corners of your lips and made almost anything impossible. Once the final buckled was tightly strapped and you were fully imobile, Bakugo stepped between your legs to admire his handy work. You desperately tried to struggle free, to slip your wrists from the leather straps, all to no avail. The restraints didn't even afford you enough movement to turn around and look at him.

You could hear him kneel down in the hay behind you, your body twitching with anticipation. 

Katsuki scoffed, giving your wet pussy a mean slap. You cried out, hips bucking as much as they could in protest.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like someone touching you against your will?” He taunted, his hot breath ghosting over your core. His words only made the heat in your cunt increase, arousal flooding from you like a torrent. “I’ve been wanting a taste of this for weeks.”

His tongue was on you, then, his tongue gathering your slick despite how you writhed and tried to run away. He placed his hands on your ass to keep you still, taking his fill while his tongue circled your clit.

Your eyelashes fluttered, pleasure warming your chest and making your toes curl. He was good, there was no doubt about it, and despite how wrong this was, despite your own protests, your release wasn’t far off.

“God, you’ve just been aching for it, huh? What, don't you have a little boyfriend who can take care of you?” He teased between tastes of you. 

Tears poured down your cheeks as you bit down on the metal bit in your mouth, your hips involuntarily grinding down against your mouth as your clit twitched. Suddenly, his mouth pulled away.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had good pussy, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” He sneered, standing back up behind you. You felt the soft fur of his thighs press against yours as he moved behind you, coating his cock in your juices. Your struggles resumed earnestly. Despite the pleasure, there was no way he could comfortably fit inside of you. It’d been a long time since you’d had anything inside of you, and he was massive.  

“Don’t worry. You’ll feel better once it’s done,” he mocked you with your own words from earlier as his fat cock head began to press inside of you. “And if not, I could always give you that ‘electric ejaculator’ you were talking about.”

You screamed into the leather of the bench, your own hole unused to taking something so big, with no prep, no less. 

“Hush. You can give it but you can’t take it? Pathetic.” His hips snapped against your ass, the slap resounding through the room as you struggled against him. Buried to the hilt in your warmth, he groaned in ecstasy. “If I would’ve known that you felt like this, sweetheart, I would’ve done this weeks ago. Thought you were just an idiot stuck with a shitty job. Who knew such a boring-ass farmhand was hiding such a slutty pussy.”

He reeled his hips back, only to snap them forward unforgivingly. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, stars dotting your vision as he rammed his cockhead against your spongy cervix. Bakugo didn’t start slow, didn’t set a pace that was by any means merciful. He was quick, brutal, worried only about his own pleasure as he drove into you over and over.

You could feel his hot precum mixing with your own arousal as it dripped down both of your thighs. With each thrust, each calculated snap of his hips, your silky walls squeezed around him in a way that had his balls tightening.

You moaned lewdly, your vision obscured with sparks behind your eyelids. Pleasure traveled from your core to the rest of your body, sending electricity out into each of your limbs. 

“Fuck- I’m not gonna last long,” he cursed himself, his grip on your ass moving up to toy with your tits. You felt your own release approaching as well, a type of bliss and intensity you’d never felt before. “You should quit your job and just be my personal cocksleeve forever. I’ll give you all the ‘samples’ you want.”

You moaned, only clenching tighter around him with each filthy word. 

“You want me to stop? Speak now or forever hold your peace,” he ground out. The curve of his cock gave him the perfect angle to hit that spot inside you that made your cunt gush, and no matter how much you hated yourself for it you shook your head adamantly. 

No, you didn’t want him to stop. You never wanted him to stop the way he pounded into you, how he rolled and pinched your nipples. You wanted him to keep going until your mind went numb from pleasure, until you could only scream his name. 

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. Wonder if I should even let you cum,” he cooed as you babbled his name as best you could despite the metal in your mouth. His hand moved from your tit down between your legs, calloused fingers working at your clit in a way that made you nearly scream, your eyes rolling back. “But I can be nice. I new you were mine the minute you first opened that stall door. Gonna fill you, make you carry my calves. You’ll be a good breeder, won’t you? Tell me.”

“Y-yes, I’ll be a good breeder. Just- just please let me cum,” you mumbled as he yanked the bit from your mouth.

It had been so damn long since you'd gotten this kind of release from another person, since this kind of pleasure had traveled through your limbs. You'd been dedicating so much time to the ranch, so tired by the time you got home you didn’t even have time to find a partner. You'd been aching for this kind of attention, you just hadn’t realized it. 

He huffed in satisfaction, his breath hot on the back of your neck as his pace became brutal, a frantic chase of his own high

“That’s right, take it. Take all my cum,” he roared out as he slammed against you and stilled, pumping your womb full. He pinched your clit as he groaned, mercifully letting you cum around his length as his own release filled every part of your cunt.

You screamed loud enough that the whole barnyard could probably hear you, your release gushing down his thighs. 

“Fuuuuuck, yes,” he groaned as the last traces of his orgasm released the tension in his muscles. He laughed almost mockingly, giving a light tap to your ass before he pulled out. 

“Usually the other heifers have to keep their legs up in the air to make sure it sticks,” he taunted, grabbing your soaked panties off the ground before stuffing them in your mouth where the bit had been, “But I’m pretty sure it’ll take regardless.”

“F-fuck you,” you growled around your panties as you tried to come to your senses. You could feel his release dripping down your thighs, soaking the hay beneath your feet. Bakugo pulled his pants up and zipped them quickly before grabbing the collection cup beneath you. He set it on your bare back, another insult to your already wounded ego. He opened the door of the stall and took a few confident steps out, intending to leave you there for someone else to find.

This morning, unlike the many startled awakenings you were used to, you're not dragged from sleep by the blaring sounds of your alarm. This time, you're met with something different. Something much quieter. 

Crimson eyes watch you from his spot on the bed, the blonde propped on one arm, gaze fixed as he studies your tired form.

The sound of Katsuki's tail thumping on the mattress may as well be your alarm clock —its pace quickening as he watches you shuffle beneath the sheets.

"…Katsuki, why're you staring at me?" you blink, throwing the blanket back over your head as the weight of sleep pulls you back in. The sheets leave you just as quick as they'd covered you, yanked off your body and thrown aside before it's replaced with his, much heavier frame.

"Don't go to work," he mumbles, so quietly you almost miss it. He doesn't let you question it, too embarrassed to admit why, his lips pressing into the nape of your neck as a distraction. Firm hands trail the sides of your body as he plants lingering kisses between your shoulder blades.

And for a moment, you let yourself slip. Leaning into his touches and gracing him with some of your own, lips turning from passion to fervour in a matter of seconds. You can feel where this is heading before it even begins. 

The small shift of his hips against your thigh is enough to snap you out of it, your body pulling back from where it pressed against him as you glance down at your phone.

Your heart drops at the sight — the time on the screen showing a good thirty minutes past your scheduled alarm. 

You shoot up from the bed, Katsuki's weight still draped over your back before you escape his hold. Your legs moving too fast for your brain as you rush toward the bathroom, the blonde grunting and following your every step.

"Why didn't the stupid thing go off?" you huff, stripping yourself from the confines of your pyjamas as you move around the bathroom.

Katsuki's practically frozen where he leans against the door, arms crossed, eyes dark and sharp as he watches you under the ambient lighting. 

He doesn’t answer right away, because he's honestly not sure why either. He'd really meant for it to go off an hour later, not turn it off completely. Whoops.

Though it was difficult to feel guilty when he's in so much pain.

His tail slows its twitching only to start again, a constant battle between urge and restraint. All he can do is watch the way your body responds to the coldness of the air — nipples perked, skin prickling, goosebumps overtaking you like wildfire. The aching heat pressing at his bottoms serves as a reminder of why he wants you here. 

Why he needs you here. 

And why you're sure as hell not going to work today.

"Katsuki, are you listening?" you huff, though it all comes out muffled around the bristles of the toothbrush. Movements frantic as you rush around in only a thin pair of panties, work clothes suddenly nowhere to be found. 

"… I called them. Told them you were sick," he grunts, tensing as you brush past him. The brief contact is enough to make his head spin, his eyes pinned on your every move as you search for the outfit. The one he had hidden under a blanket in the closet ... he gets a little lonely when you're gone. "So don't leave."

You blink at him from over your shoulder. He called them? Katsuki could barely tolerate people as is — and he'd willingly called your boss? And on top of that, there was the mysterious illness that you didn't even remember having.

Your mouth opens to argue, but a hand closes around your wrist before the words come out.

You have no time to question him as you're pulled to the bed, the familiar feeling of the mattress under your back, and Katsuki's body hovering over yours. He pauses for half a second, breath hot and unsteady against your skin before dipping his head down, tongue flicking at your swollen buds. His body stuck to yours as he sucks on the mound before switching to the other.

"K-kats, what do you - fuck - mean you called them?" Though you know he won't answer. Mouth preoccupied with planting kisses down to the waistband of your underwear. He only grunts in response thumbing at the elastic hugging your waist. He guides the fabric down your legs, watching as your clit twitches from the breeze of the cool air. Tail wagging behind him as if it had a mind of its own. 

"Don't worry about it" he grins, giving a teasing kiss to your clit. Your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he pulls your body towards his mouth, testing blows pressed against your heat as he watches you squirm.

Katsuki looks hungry, starved. Eyes bloodshot as he stares up at you from between your legs. He gives a teasing flick to your clit, pressing a sharp pinch to it when you move too much. He mutters a quiet, 'stay still' before pressing his face into you, pink muscle wriggling its way inside you with skilled movements. His head bobs as he buries himself deeper between your thighs, nose nudging your clit every time he presses back in.

Your heels dig into his back, breathy whispers of his name slipping with every thrust of his tongue. The thought of work is long forgotten, replaced only with the man between your legs. Every movement of his is deliberate, calculated — sending a chill down your spine as he watches you with hooded eyes.

Katsuki was insatiable.

"When did you - fuck - even call?" you whine, thoughts trailing as your hips buck against his tongue. Your hole clenches as he moves the muscle inside you, thighs squeezing around his head as if you're trying to suffocate him. But you know he doesn't mind. 

Katsuki only groans, seperating his lips from your cunt with breathess gasps, "Still thinking about that shit when my tongues inside you?"

The vibrations are sent straight to your core. His mouth continuing its relentless assault, against your clit before he trails back down to your hole. Alternating between the two as his hips grind into the mattress. 

Through wet lashes, you catch the subtle rock of his hips as they rock into the mattress. Eyes squeezing shut from the taste of you on his tongue and the friction of his cock against the bed.

"'Suki, fuck. Pleasepleaseplease-" you beg, hips moving along his tongue as you lose your own rhythm.

You can only whine as he laps at your release, tongue continuing its movements until his own hips stutter from where they dig into the sheets. Deep groans only pushing you further over the edge as he slurps your juices. If it wasn't for the way you tugged at his hair, you're not sure he'd ever leave the space between your thighs. 

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue slipping out to lap at the juices on his fingers.

You watch his movements in awe, jaw slack as he smears the blank on his lips before pressing them to yours. You moan at the sensation, the tangy taste of your release seeping into every inch of your mouth.

"Katsuki" you mumble between kisses, breath uneven. "What did you tell my boss?"

And throughout his time in the house, Katsuki's picked up a few things. He may not know how to follow orders or sit still, but he sure as hell knows how to distract. 

Your mind feels cloudy as he pulls your body to his, arms wrapped in a firm grip around your waist, as you slump against his chest.

"Stop worrying about it. Just sleep," he sighs. 

Though you're not really sure who it's addressed to.

Although Katsuki wants to be comfortable, he's not. His boxers soaked from the remnants of his release. 

Obviously, these urges weren't something he could push down — not even after the way he ravaged you. His cock still aching against the thin fabric of his boxers as he watches you sleep through hooded eyes.

He needed you to stay. 

And calling your work? Yeah, that could wait.

The apartment takes on a comfortable silence after. Limbs tangled, silence only broken by your slow breaths against his chest. His tail twitching where it curls around your leg as you stir.

"... Suki, I can't feel my arm," you mumble, voice thick with sleep as you try to sit up from his chest. He grunts in response, loosening his grip around your body as you trail into the kitchen.

"Where're you goin'?"

"Just getting water" you mutter, still half asleep.

But Katsuki's hot on your tail.

Your movements around the kitchen are sluggish. Legs trembling and a little unsteady as you fill a glass with the liquid from the fridge. That comfortable silence returning once again as you lean against the counter, staring at the blonde with each sip.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" He blinks. Tail suddenly drooping between his legs, losing its usual confidence.

"Nothings wrong."

"Katsuki"

"I'm fine."

"You're insatiable."

He grimaces at that. Snatching the glass from your hand and downing it in one smooth motion. His throat bobs as he swallows, then he huffs and turns away like he regrets even stopping to answer at all.

"It's stupid. Some weird hybrid instinct thing. I don't know." he mutters, as he makes his way towards the couch. And even though he doesn't put a name to it, you know there's more he's not telling you. Ears drooped and a soft pout present on his face.

A good owner does their research.

"... So, you're in heat?" you ask, walking over to him and pressing your body against his broad frame. Phone in hand as you scroll through hybrid heat articles.

He's embarrassed, you can feel it in the way he tenses behind you, annoyance practically radiating off him as you skim some random website's advice. His tail flicks lazily against the couch as you shift in his lap. So you don't press. Only search for solutions for the hybrid behind you.

"This one says there's pills for it," you mumble, pointing at the words on the screen as he lets out a rough sigh.

"That shit's not gonna work."

That grants him an eyeroll as you stand up from your spot between his legs, slipping out of his hold even as his hands twitch like they want to pull you back.

"I'll just grab them to be safe," you smile, brushing a hand over his cheek and pressing a small kiss to his face. "If they don't work, we'll go to Plan B."

He doesn't answer — only watches you move across the room, eyes narrowing, and tail going still across the couch. The silence says enough. So does the fact that he doesn't follow you. 

"I'll only be 15 minutes, Kats. I promise," you add, glancing over your shoulder at where he pouts against the leather.

Katsuki wasn't going to tell you. Some things were better left unsaid. It was his pride, mostly. The idea of admitting that he couldn't handle this on his own — admitting how even the smallest touch sends heat straight to his groin. 

He'd rather grit his teeth, ignore the way his ears twitched every time you move and clench his fists than give in to the instincts he so desperately fought against. 

He just needed to wait it out. It'd pass, it always did.

Right?

The apartment is noisy when you return.

The sound of Katsuki's tail against the couch is missing — its rhythmic pattern is absent as he'd pretend he wasn't happy to see you.

But tonight, there's nothing familiar about these sounds.

"Katsuki?" you call, though it falls on deaf ears. You follow them without thinking, your steps cautions despite the way your heart picks up. Your eyes peek through the slim crack of the door, muffled noises now recognizable as you watch his movements.

Oh.

Oh.

You blink. Like your brain can't quite process the sight in front of you. The websites didn't cover this. Nothing about what to do when your hybrid is masturbating with your favourite pair of underwear and your pillow between his legs. 

Your heart thumps against your chest as you press an ear to the door, your body reacting to the guttural sounds that slip from his throat.

You know Katsuki partakes in the occasional… stress reliever. You've seen it all before, even when he tries to hide it. Fabric shoved away into desolate corners, doors closing just a little too quickly when he claims he just "needs some space", always denying it when you question him, even when it's obvious. 

The soft creak of the door on its hinges pulls you out of your thoughts, catching Katsuki's attention as if you were his prey. He smiles as he watches your thighs shift through the slit of the door, a finger unconsciously teasing the waistband of your pants before you pull them away.

Fuck.

Mentally, you prepare yourself for the door slam, or the snide comments at the way your legs squeeze together from behind the door.

But it never comes.

"Y-you're late," he huffs, eyes glossed over as he stares at you standing in the doorway of the living room. His hands don't stop. Scarred fingers laced with the thin material of your underwear between them, pumping them along his shaft.

And unlike the other times, he doesn't even try to hide it. Doesn't look away. If anything, you're convinced that your eyes on him only make his hand move faster. And that alone fuels a tightness in your chest in a way you can't quite place.

"... I'm only late by two minutes…" you say, but it comes out as a quiet mumble as you desperately try to keep your gaze on the floor. Katsuki glances at the bottle in your hand, then back at you — eyes sharp and bloodshot, lip caught between his teeth. 

"Mmm, baby fuck - don't be shy," he groans, and from the way his legs squeeze together, and his head lolls back, you know he's close. "Y-You gonna help me? I ain't gonna beg," his words cut off by the moan that breaks through his throat.

And you want to. You do. 

The teasing heir draining from your body as you fully move into the room. But your feet feel like they won't move. Stuck in place from where they're planted on the mahogany floor. Knees weak, and an intense heat simmering through every inch of your body as you watch the mess of red lace now glint from its slick coating under the lamp.

"S-seriously, baby. Got to- t'help me out here." 

So much for not begging. 

You move this time. Closing the distance before you can even process. Warm hands circle yours as he guides your movement along his length, faces pressed together as he pants into your mouth. You lift a finger to his mouth, thumb swiping at the drool that seeps out of the corners.

"Don't stop. Don't fuckin' stop" 

And you don't plan to. Hips grinding against where they straddle his thighs, dazed face matching his as you both stare at his leaking cock. You try not to be selfish, shove down the way you so desperately want to mount him.

But Katsuki can feel your eagerness. He can practically smell it.

His mouth claims yours in a messy kiss — lips clashing and tongues fighting for dominance through your parted mouths. It turns sloppy, fast, uncoordinated movements from both your lips and your hands as he cums under your touch. 

He only pulls away long enough to pant against your lips, abs tensing, hands gripping the globes of your ass to ground him. You thread your hand through his hair as it spills over, messy strands sticking to your fingers.

Hot breath mixes with yours as you pant into each other's mouths. Your body is sticky where it sits on top of him, hands loosening their grip around his cock. Even after his release, it doesn't seem like enough. His red eyes still searching for more, searching for something else to ruin rather than a flimsy piece of fabric.

"Um, I- I have the pills…" you mumble, trying to ignore the way you feel so exposed under his gaze. Like his eyes are stripping bare before his hands get the chance to. You distract yourself by moving off his thigh, pretending to search for the pills lost in the valley of sheets. 

But you don't make it far.

"It's too fuckin' late for that," he laughs, clawed hand dragging you back until you're fully straddling his lap. His fingers dip into the band of your pants as he presses against your soaked underwear. "Gonna have to do this the natural way."

You have no time to question as his fingers ghost over your heat. You cling to him tighter as he thumbs your clit. Circling the swollen nub before trailing his middle finger to your slit. A feeling you knew all too well. His finger slips inside you skilfully, holding your body taught to his as you adjust to the stretch. Before he slips in a second.

"Feel good?"

You can only gasp in response. Two of his thick digits stretch you open as he curls them inside you. Your hips move to match his pace, his hands suddenly not moving fast enough, where they thrust against your g-spot. The hybrid is awestruck, watching your every movement, bringing one of your nipples into his mouth as you move against his fingers.

"'M gonna cum" you mutter, through breathless gasps, voice breaking between every word.

"Yeah? Gonna have to save it f'me." That's all the warning you get before his fingers are gone. A sudden emptiness now in place of where his fingers once were. 

"Katsuki," you whine. A defeated huff escaping your lips.

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta go to Plan B, pretty girl. Or I won't last."

Plan B. The second tip on all the infamous hybrid websites. Mating ties. Of course.

Katsuki's hands slip to cup your ass, moving them along his length before he rubs his tip along your slit. You can sense his urge to push inside you from the way his cock twitches, the way he wants to bottom out in one quick thrust and bounce you on his lap. But the primal urges are no match for his control when it comes to you.

At your own pace, you sink onto him. Thick cock dragging inside you as you squeeze his shoulders. Your lips burn from the bite of your teeth. Small beads of tears clumping on your lashes before trailing their way down your cheeks. 

"Kats-"

"Please. P-please don't speak. I'll…," he grunts, cutting himself off before he says too much. Your breath is caught in your throat, mouth falling into a wide 'O' at the stretch of his cock inside you as he guides your hips up and down. Every ridge of him is palpable against your gummy walls, tail flitting between his legs as he squeezes his eyes shut. "D-don't think you know how - fuck, don't squeeze - how much this hurts."

Katsuki can barely look at you. His eyes either squeezed shut or staring at something in the distance as he tries to control himself. His hands balled into tight fists as he tries not to cum just from the warmth of you wrapped so tightly around him. 

Like he's trying not to lose himself.

Keyword: tries.

Every drop of your body against his cock is electric. Sharp jolts sent straight through his body and yours each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your legs are shaky as you bounce on his cock, your tears dropping down his chest before rippling over his abs. 

"Mmm, so good. Gonna fuck you so full, baby." His eyes are heavy as he watches you move. The sight of slick connecting your hips before you sink back down onto him is enough to make his toes curl. 

And suddenly his urges are no longer so patient.

"Hold on, babe. Promise I'll be gentle, okay?" he huffs, shifting his body underneath you and holding your hips in place. You still for a moment, mind cloudy as you lay against his chest. But the confusion is quickly wiped away by the feeling of him pounding inside you at an unforgivable pace.

"S-Suki - fuck - so good," you whine, nails clawing at his back as his pace quickens, hips snapping against yours repeatedly. Your thoughts scatter, mouth agape as he abuses the sweet spot. Katsuki murmurs small praises, occasionally tripping over his words as he feels his climax approach just as quickly as it left him. 

Every slap of his hips against yours feels like a mantra, a solemn melody that hypnotizes his every move.

Knot. Knot. Knot.

His hips are rabid as he fucks you through your high, his not too far behind. Your hole practically milking him as he fucks you through every moment. The rhythm falters, then stills. Sharp canines digging into the hollow space between your neck.

"Fuck, Katsuki." You stare at him, completely dazed, the feeling of him nuzzled inside you at the forefront of your mind. Your body pushes itself closer to him, as if every inch wasn’t enough.

"You did good, pretty" he nods, hips glued to yours as he feels the sensation of his knot swelling. "Just.. Just don't move." 

But you do. Ever so slightly. If Katsuki wasn't such a good pet, he might've missed it. Your hole fluttering around his cock, as if its milking him for all it has left.

And even though your body is spent, your mind still wants more. The whispers of his name against the shell of his ear are the only tell — what you need from him.

And he didn't hesitate to indulge.

Though he might need to ask your boss to give you more time off.

Maybe nine months?

© — tokkushin ! all writing belongs to me pls do not copy or repost.

now, snuggled up in bed with your precious owner as you both got ready to sleep, you found yourself asking the question that’s been lingering in your mind.

“izuku,” you murmur, your hand resting on his chest. “when is katsuki going to leave?”

izuku looked away from his phone, his head tilting at your question. “why do you want katsuki to leave, baby? i thought you liked him.”

the scrunch of your nose provided reason otherwise. “i don’t like him.”

he laughed, the sound light and amused. “well, he likes you.”

you scoffed. that seemed unlikely. “he likes me?”

“of course. he gives you all the vegetables you like at dinner. wouldn't you be lonely without him?”

“no,” you scowl, “i'd be happy. who needs a filthy dog who can't even go without eating anything that isn’t meat? you’d think living in the streets for years would have made him grateful for your delicious cooking.”

izuku set his phone aside, gently running his fingers through your hair, in an effort to soothe you. “are you jealous of katsuki, baby?” he asked, softly.

“no,” you repeat yourself, your answer coming out in a grit. “why would i be jealous?”

“well, you’re saying all these mean things about katsuki. he hasn’t done anything wrong to you.”

“yes, he has,” you huff, crossing your arms.

“like what?”

as you struggled to put into words why exactly you hated katsuki, you could feel izuku’s ministrations gradually easing your anger. “he’s just… disrespectful.” you manage at last.

another laugh slips from izuku’s lips as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “i think you should ease up on him, baby. katsuki has had a hard time being out on his own for so long— he might not know how things should be done exactly but he’s trying. all he needs is a little love.”

you let out a reluctant sigh before nuzzling deeper into izuku. “fine.”

“that's my girl.” he says with a smile. “you'll try to get along better with him, yeah?”

“yeah…”

“good. now let’s go to sleep. okay, pretty girl?”

with one last nod, the two of you drift off into sleep, with you in his arms— just as it should be.

that’s why, when sunrise came and you woke up alone in bed, you were more than a little upset. did izuku have work? if he did, he never left without kissing you goodbye. scrambling out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen, searching for your precious owner— only to be greeted by the sight of katsuki, blocking the fridge like he owned it.

“where’s izuku?” you mumble out, sleepily rubbing your eye with your fist.

“out,” katsuki answered curtly.

“out where?” you ask, a frown working to tug at your lips at his short answer.

“work, i guess.”

“you guess?” you scoff, your morning already starting off poorly. “ugh. of course i can’t expect a fleabag like you to actually be useful. are you just going to stand in front of the fridge and look stupid or move?”

for someone so much smaller than him, you always acted like you were ten feet tall. he rolled his eyes, continuing to survey the contents of the fridge. “maybe if you said please, i would.”

“why do i have to do that? this is my house— you’re the visitor.”

katsuki only rolled his eyes again, offering no reply as he grabbed one last sausage link from the fridge and headed for the couch in the living room.

ugh. not only had izuku left without saying goodbye, but you also had to deal with katsuki’s stupidity. to make matters worse, you were also starting to feel like you were coming down with a fever. when you opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton from the top shelf — only to find it empty — the combination of everything made you snap. marching over to where katsuki lounged on the couch, you stood in front of him, carton in hand, as he stared at the tv.

“did you drink all my milk?” you accuse, half tempted to hurl the carton at his head.

“there’s a little left,” he replied, casual as ever.

“there’s like three drops max in here!”

“that counts.”

oh, the nerve of this guy! you stomped towards the trashcan, tossing the empty carton away. “if there’s only three drops left, you might as well just throw it away— no one is desperate enough for that little— it’s insulting! ugh, now how am i going to make my fever feel better?”

“you have a fever?” he asks, ignoring your scolding. “you’re not supposed to drink milk when you’re sick.”

“that’s when you have a sore throat, stupid,” you snap, “but i guess an idiot like you wouldn’t know that.”

he says nothing in response, effectively ignoring you as he kept his eyes glued to some cooking show— even as you continue your tirade.

“i don’t even get why izuku would bring a mutt like you into our home— you have no sense of sharing at all!” you complain, totally not projecting. "like why would you even touch something that you know someone else mostly drinks— doesn't it cross your mind that you should save it for them?"

as you glanced over your shoulder at katsuki, you realized his attention was still fixed on the tv. flabbergasted, you stomped right back in front of him, blocking his view of the screen. “are you even listening to me?!”

he just lounged there, legs splayed across the couch in a manspread, tilting his head to see past you. “yeah,” he says nonchalantly. “bitchin’ about sharing or whatever.”

“oh my— ugh — you —! katsuki, you are the worst!” you shout, clutching at your hair in frustration. “no wonder you were left on the streets— nobody wanted you because you’re inconsiderate, rude, and… and…”

struggling to find the right words to drive your point home, you noticed his eyes flicking up to yours, one eyebrow arched, daring you to push your luck.

at his quiet threat, something inside you stirred, making you stumble back a few steps. the air in the room had shifted and the fever creeping through you was starting to burn hot, clouding your thoughts. a fatigue was setting itself ablaze throughout your limbs, and settling deep in your core. “u-ugh, nevermind," you rasp, "i’m not... not feeling well enough to talk to you anymore.”

katsuki shrugged casually. “sounds good to me.”

as you tried to make your way to your room, your legs felt wobbly, taking only two steps before your knees gave out. you collapse in front of katsuki, who catches your waist just in time before letting you sink gently to the floor. “easy,” he murmurs, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. he sucks his teeth when he notices the way you shiver under his touch, your pupils blown wide and unfocused.

drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, and you swallowed hard, quickly realizing that this was no ordinary fever— your heat had come. and judging by the flicker in katsuki’s eyes, it seemed he had realized it too. “shoot… i, i… need izuku to help me feel good,” you mumbled out instinctively.

katsuki’s eyebrow arched once more, this time at your word choice. “that’s what you call it?“

“what’s it s-supposed to be called?”

“sex."

“well, i need izuku to help me 'sex.”

“to have sex,” katsuki corrected you.

"whatever,” you sigh exasperated, not having the patience for all this terminology at the moment. your eyes shut tight as you strained to focus on anything other than the warmth of katsuki’s body in front of you. knees feeling stuck to the floor, you found yourself unable to pull away from him either. was he always this pretty? when did his arms look so muscular? how big were his hands? as thousands of questions flooded your mind, your eyes had opened again, only to have mindlessly trailed down to the imprint of katsuki’s dick in his sweatpants, and you couldn’t believe how your body screamed at you to sniff at it.

your eyes snapped up to katsuki’s, heat rising in your cheeks as you prayed that he hadn’t noticed the way your gaze had lingered. of course, the slight curl of his smirk told you he that he had— as well as that he was thoroughly entertained by your internal battle, struggling between asking for his help and your stubborn hatred. “...you need some help there?” he offered, tone incredibly mocking.

“no,” you say through clenched teeth, breaking eye contact as you looked away, and trying not to take note of how the timbre of his voice was reverberating through your bones. “can— can you shut up? i'm trying to think.”

he shrugged, draping his arms over the back of the couch as he leaned against it, eyes fixed on you with a quiet amusement. “if you say so.”

after a few more moments of hesitation, you finally and reluctantly worked up the courage to ask a favor of katsuki, despite how much you hated him. “katsuki... can we… have 'sex?” you mumble out, eyes shut tight as shame twisted inside you. the gnawing heat in your core was growing exponentially, becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

he pauses, pretending to consider it for a moment, before plainly saying, “no.”

“what?” you ask, incredulous that now he was refusing. “why?”

“not really feeling like it anymore— you were a bitch when i offered.”

a sting of frustration and embarrassment pricks at the corners of your eyes. as hybrids of different species, he wasn’t going to be triggered by your heat in the biological sense you were hoping for, leaving you no choice but to beg. “please?”

“oh, that’s cute,” katsuki laughs, “now, you want to say please.”

you pout, beginning to sniffle. “it hurts a lot…”

“i bet it does,” he replies apathetically.

“…you’re r-really not even going to help me?”

despite how pitiful you sound, katsuki remains stoic. “yep. you’re going to have to wait allll day long for your owner to come home, kitty.”

at his words, the thought of waiting who-knows-how-long for izuku to return to get some relief sends your nerves into overdrive, overwhelming you with a rush of sensation that spills over into tears.

“katsuki… please, can you help me…?” you say in between soft sobs, resting your head on the inside of his thigh, and looking up at him pleadingly.

“thought you didn't even like 'mutts,” he sighs, as if you were bothering him. “why would you want me to help you?”

unable to think of a satisfying answer, you just cried harder, attempting to paw at his dick through his pants. he stops you easily, peeling your hands off of him and holding your wrists in one firm grip. “hey, i'm talking to you,” he says tauntingly, snapping his fingers with his free hand to draw your attention. instead of obeying, you go boneless, face pressing into his thigh as the tears continue to drip down your cheeks, swallowed up by the ache of your heat and the torment of withheld relief.

another sigh escapes katsuki’s lips as he takes a moment to look over your trembling and tearful form, your tears creating a damp spot on his thigh. the moment you hear that thoughtful noise — hm — the kind that makes it seem like he was actually considering it — your ears perk up, shamefully clinging to his every word.

rough fingers find your chin as he speaks, watching your body instinctively lean into his touch. “well,” he muses, speaking slowly, “i'll help you if you promise to help me during my rut. do you know what that is?”

you shake your head, resisting the mindless urge to take his thumb into your mouth and suck on it. “no,” you mumble.

based on the sheltered life you lived here with izuku, katsuki had already seen that answer coming. with a light yet almost chilling sounding laugh, he explains the term for you. “it's like your heat, but for guys. it means that, around next week or so, when my dick needs a warm hole to fuck, you're going to let me use yours all day for about 7 or 8 days straight.”

you hesitate at his words, a moment of sobering clarity cutting through your haze, apprehensive at the thought of being katsuki's plaything for a week. “is it going to hurt...?” you ask, somewhat already knowing the answer.

“oh yeah,” katsuki says, his face mocking the worried expression on yours. “i'm probably going to bite you all over. keep on going even if you're already filled up. probably won't stop if you fall asleep on me or pass out. do you still want me to help you?”

your body was aching for relief, yet your mind kept trying to reason, attempting to weigh his offer carefully. “i.... i don't... l-let me, let me think...”

he sighs at your trepidation, and in one swift motion, the ball of his foot presses against the front of your pussy through your sleep shorts, causing you to cling on to his leg and let out a open-mouthed moan as sparks fly behind your eyes. “ah,” he says, clicking his tongue, “i guess if you don't want to, i can't help you—”

“no, no,” you choke out, cutting him off, too desperate for relief. you let out a hiss as he grinds his foot in a way that presses against your clit, “i'll— i'll do it, please! please, i'll do it!”

“you sure? i don't want you to say yes without knowing what you're getting into...”

"katsukiiii!” you whine, the pressure against your sex, combined with your heat, throwing all sense out the window, and leaving only the single-minded goal of wanting to be bred. “i'm sure! please, please h-help me and i'll do it!”

he sighs, your pathetic behavior softening him ever so slightly. “alright, alright, i’ll help you. but you better not forget our deal. and don't complain when i knot you.”

thankfully, katsuki quickly plucks you up from the wooden floor and eases your back against the couch, but not without taking note of how your body trembles underneath his touch in anticipation. hooking his fingers underneath your waistband, he slides off your sleep shorts, your panties coming off with them when he does. with your glistening arousal left to his disposal, he conducts an experimental press to your clit with his thumb, watching how your folds flutter around nothing, your slick drooling down to seep into the fabric of the couch. at his teasing, you cry out, thighs clamping around his wrist. “please don't play anymore,” you beg.

he laughs softly at your impatience, prying your thighs open to free his wrist, before proceeding to shimmy his sweatpants off, and finally freeing his dick, much to your relief. pre cum leaked from the reddened, flared tip, running down the curve of its length, past his knot near the base, and mixing with the tufts of blond hair framing it. “turn around,” he instructs you with the jut of his chin, and you do so, laying flat on your stomach against the couch. a whine slips past your lips when he pauses to grab handfuls of your ass, and you send a weak back kick towards his chest — part warning to hurry up, part protest for him to quit that. he blocks it easily with his arm, chuckling. as the tip of his dick finally kisses your entrance, you can feel your pussy hoping to pull him in. right before you’re about to nag at him to hurry up, he slowly sinks himself in, forcing out a shameless whimper from you as you revel in the satisfying stretch.

“fuckkk…” katsuki groans, voice low and raspy, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he adjusts to the almost burning hot heat swallowing up his dick. “forgot how good a pussy in heat feels,” he mumbles to himself, his movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring every clench of your walls.

“faster,” you huff breathlessly, to which he can’t help but let out a scoff at.

“faster? whatever you say...” he says, dryly but compliant, now increasing the speed to the point where his balls were slapping against your clit with every stroke.

in tandem with his movements, you push your ass against him, his hands working up your body to cup your breasts as he angles himself to bully his dick deeper inside of you. as you eventually take him to the base, you find your toes curling with every slam of hips against you as they now become more and more brutal. “kats—! wai— slow down,” you slur in between gasps, drool dripping down your chin as he continues the pace.

“isn’t this what you just asked for?” his brows knit together at your indecisiveness before snaking his arm around your throat in a firm chokehold. “jesus… i feel like all you do is ask for more and more...”

your eyes go wide with panic as you splutter and struggle for air, his chest pressing against your back as he buries himself even deeper. the movement of his thrusts now were barely half an inch in distance, yet they were hitting that spot inside your walls that nearly knocked the wind out of you, over and over. eventually, you go limp, deciding just to take it.

“there we go, that’s a good look on you,” he laughs breathlessly, watching how your brain turns to mush under him. as your cheek presses against his bicep, you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“b-bite, please,” you cry out pathetically, voice strained from his chokehold on you.

katsuki raises an eyebrow at that, letting up with his arm in order to let his teeth graze your nape. “here?” he asks, like he wouldn’t know. when you nod mindlessly, he just laughs, teeth sinking in teasingly, but not enough to break skin. “like that?”

you can’t help but let out a sob at his ministrations, desperately craving more. “katsuki!” you choke out.

a snicker leaves his lips before he follows through at last, biting down hard at your nape. as the euphoria from the bite tips you over the edge, a moan is ripped out from your throat as you cum, leaving you whimpering with every wave of the aftershocks.

just a few minutes later, he follows suit with a deep groan, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside you as he cums. as thick warm ropes flood your walls, you can feel his knot swelling and locking you together with an unfamiliar heaviness. feeling satisfied for the moment, you lay there sleepily, your hair sticking to the sweat on his chest. once he catches his breath, katsuki adjusts the two of you, shifting you over so you lay on top of him while you two remain knotted.

as you drift off into sleep, ten minutes or so pass in stillness before katsuki catches the faint rattle of the front doorknob and the soft rustle of grocery bags. he stays still, too drained to move, bracing for whatever lecture izuku might unleash. but as your owner enters the house, there is none. instead, izuku merely casts a brief glance at his pets, more intent on heading to the kitchen, and setting a gallon of milk, amongst other groceries, carefully in the fridge. after he’s finished, he moves to the bookshelf to switch off the camera he had left there.