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𝑀𝓎 𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑔𝒶 𝓅𝓉.2

Alpha Katsuki Bakugou x Omega reader

Warnings: be ready for some kinky shiii#, this is 18+, breeding kink, choking warnings, Bakugou is ooc

part 1 part 2

Katsuki made sure I was on the bed comfortably before he held my arms above me while pressing his body against mine whispering to me in my ear

Katsuki “I fuckin waited so long for you little omega, Im not gonna let you go. I don’t like you covering your beautiful body from me”

As he started to bite my neck growling at me as I whimpered for him to continue touching me more. 

Katsuki’s POV

Never have I thought that I will ever meet my omega but here I am. Looking at my beautiful omega in all their glory.

Katsuki: “Baby, I won’t be able to hold back if we start from here”

I start to growl louder towards them and fuck, I can’t help it cause they are so damn cute I just wanna hear them scream my name until they beg me to stop.

“Please alpha make me yours and yours only”

They look so embarrassed they can’t even look at me without going red, that’s my omega right here and I’m ready to show them off to every stupid alpha in this world and boast that my omega is better than theirs.

Y/n’s POV 

Alph- I mean Katsuki looked at me, smirked and then kissed me aggressively while pinning my arms above my head 

Katsuki: “Baby the pheromones you’re releasing right now-“

“Please alpha”

He started touching me while biting my neck. Fingers quickly slamming inside me stretching me wile hitting my cervix so perfectly, moaning for my alpha to go faster and begging to go deeper inside me he scoffs and I became so tense

“Alpha please go deeper please”

“M-M…m make me c…cum”

Katsuki: “You will not cum got it”

As he growled at me 

Katsuki: “You’ll cum when I tell you got it omega”

As he moved his hands from my hands to my neck, squeezing it causing me to gasp for air begging him with my eyes to let me cum

Katsuki: “Yes baby you can cum for me”

As he says that in the most low and raspy voice he mustered I mewled with pleasure as he stares down at me with those mischievous eyes smirking as he slowly makes his way from my sensitive area to his own, stroking it against mine causing me to moan loud.

Katsuki: “baby god- im trying to hold back I-“

“P-pease don’t hold back”

Katsuki: “I don’t wanna hurt you babe”

“I’ll be fine as long as its you”

After I said those 8 words something snapped in him, slamming inside me fully bottoming out inside me, grabbing my hips and started to pound inside me with no intention to stop growling menacingly at me 

Katsuki: “baby. Im gonna make sure you’re so full, and I’ll keep going even if you beg for me to stop”

Katsuki’s POV

Looking at my sweet omega, seeing them so small crying cause it feels so good. Fuck. I started to slam harder grabbing the headboard as it bangs against the wall, they start to scratch my back leaving their marks while I leave so many around their body. 

I turn them around grinding harder into them causing them to squeal in so much pleasure after they came for the second time.

Y/n: “Alpha please slow…p..please…alpha I can’t”

Katsuki: “baby you said I don’t have to hold back grrr”

Grabbing their hair/necks and making sure they take me whole, creaming inside them as they start to whimper for me to stop as I bite on their shoulder, marking them for life.

I start to kiss the area I bit as I stay inside them making sure that they keep my cum inside them as they start cuddling my side

Katsuki: “I’ll let you rest for now baby. Round 2 is ready when you’re ready for it”

As they slowly drift off to sleep I whisper to them as I kiss their head

“I love you omega”

~The end~ 

P.s i feel like this fanfic was really shitty but heyho thank you for the likes on the previous one everyone ily💕

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“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

𝑀𝓎 𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑔𝒶 𝓅𝓉.𝟣

Alpha Katsuki Bakugou x Omega reader

This is a fanfic that is purely out of boredom and kinky-ness. 

Warnings: alpha x omega, markings, swearing (obviously), kinky-ness, all characters are aged up to around 18+

part 1 part 2

Y/n pov: 

Imagine the pain I have to go through as an omega during my heat, the amount of times I have to stay away from friends and family because my heat is very strong until I’m bonded with my alpha it won’t subside.

Let me explain this shiibang to you.

Every alpha has an omega that is specifically made for them, the reasoning behind it is because they are compatible for each other during mating season and their personalities are very similar to each other and doesn’t clash with the other. But there is a rare bond called a soul bond, a soul bond is the most powerful bond in the world, it's almost like soulmates but million times stronger, in some books it mentions that there is a marking on the omega and alpha, the scent you will start to smell will lead you to them. There isn't much information about soul bonds in the library but we can guess right?

I still can’t find my alpha yet which is really sad cause I’m turning 20 soon and I'm basically forced to marry some other alpha or a beta because I haven’t found anyone and apparently from my relatives im to “complicated” and “unworthy” for an alpha which proves that my relatives think of me as the disappointment of the family

I have a tattoo on my wrist that looks like a crescent moon. The mark has been there ever since I was born, my family tried to remove it at the age of 16 because they don’t believe in the soul bond thing but it always fades back so there is no point trying to remove it just “hide it”.

I hope I find my alpha soon.

Bakugou’s pov:

Damn even walking with knockoff pikachu and shitty hair there is too many fucking betas and omegas that try fuck us damn stupid extras i'll kill them all! Stupid extras need to be put in their place tch.

Kaminari  “Do you smell that babe of an omega?”

Kirishima "Yo bakubro do you smell that?"

Bakugou "What do you mean you shitty hair i ca-"

I looked at those shitty extras around me and they all smell that fucking scent, pissing me off because that dumb little shit of an omega is mine! I stopped mid sentence as the scent went past me and fuck my instincts are slowly taking over me saying I need to find my omega before I loose control.

I ran away from shitty hair and the fucked up fake pikachu to go find my omega. I keep running around the fucking mall trying to find that shitty omega that smells so damn good, I have to make sure that no other alpha tries to get my omega or else I’m going to blow up this whole damn mall just to find this shitty girl.

*timeskip sponsored by bakubabe running around*

After walking around this damn mall I finally found this fucking omega and I keep seeing these weak alphas trying to scent her and to my suprise what I saw made my heart speed up.

Y/n’s pov:

I was just walking through the mall and there was this alpha that tried to bloody scent me and that pissed me off to the point where I started to kick them away from me while screaming

“DO NOT SCENT ME WITHOUT MY CONSENT”

while kicking them away making sure I had enough space from them to run away until I saw a guy that has blond spiky hair and really beautiful red eyes which caused me to stop and slowly walk towards him unconsciously i smelt him and i realised that he was my alpha. MY ALPHA!

Bakugou’s pov:

I saw her walking towards me and damn I can feel everyone just staring at us realising that she is mated to me. The other weak alpha staring at us shocked and getting bloody jealous, looking at me trying to intimidate me as I just looked at him while grabbing MY omega while staring at this weak ass alpha with my right hand up giving off small explosions scaring that damn extra off. once that fake excuse of an alpha left I looked at my omega made sure that no one heard what I was saying to my omega

“you better come with me so I can remove that disgusting scent or else I gotta make you by force baby~”

As I drag her out of the big ass mall I saw shitty hair and knockoff pikachu staring at us.

Kirishima “Woah man that is so manly”

Kaminari “What a babe she is I-”

I got pissed when that electric plug said that about my omega

“you better not be talking about my omega you fucking extra GOT THAT!” as I grabbed him my his collar growling at his stupid face as I heard my omega whimpering. I let his dumbass go as I slowly walk to my shaking omega grabbing her arm leaving the two imbeciles to go to my apartment.

Y/N’s pov:

When I heard him growl I- my heat started going crazy and my scent started to flood the whole area Im in and I can't do much about it or else everyone will try to “claim” me so I kept close to my alpha making sure I stayed beside him if any other alphas tried to take me from him, we started walking away from the mall to his appartment. 

Me: “Thank you alp-

Alpha: “Come on little omega and you're welcome. But do me a favour and my name is Katsuki Bakugou but you me Katsuki sweetheart”

Me: “T-thank y-you a-alph- I mean Katsuki, I’m Y/n L/n but f-feel free to c-call me y/n”

Before we even got to his apartment he dragged me to an alleyway pinning me up against the wall with my arms up saying in my ear growling 

“Ive waited so damn long for you and now you're not fucking leaving my site got that little omega~”

As we start walking up the stairs to his apartment he takes out his keys to his door and roughly pushes it open while starting to kiss me even though we haven't even stepped foot inside his apartment. we manage to get inside but I got slammed against the door with my arms held above my head as Katsuki starts to kiss all over my neck.

Me: “Ahhhh alp- Katsuki please”

Alpha: “What baby? tell me or else I won't do it”

Me: “Alpha please fuck me~”

Alpha: “Thats a good little omega”

While he lifted me up carrying me towards his bed throwing me on the bed while roughly ripping our clothes off our bodies. I covered myself while turning around  mumbling about me being naked, ugly and exposed to my alpha until he turned me around to face him whispering how long he waited for me, how much he loves me even though its too early and the way he wants to spend every day and night with me.

Ill write part 2 later ❤️

𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞・b.c.

— incurable playboy turned doting boyfriend was a character development arc nobody saw coming for christopher bang, including (especially) his frat brothers.

words・2.8k pairing・frat president!chris x gn!reader genres・fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, college!au, fuckboy!chris, boys being boys, kissing, implied sex so mdni warnings・substance use, talk of past heartbreak

a/n・here is "nobody believes you're dating" w/chan, requested by none other than my @rachalixie for my 2k event !! anny, i hope u love this fic as much as i love u; thank you for allowing me to write something so self-indulgent <3

In the deafening throes of one of Phi Mu Alpha’s spring kickbacks, Minho finds Jeongin and Seungmin standing in motionless silence by the kitchen counter. Both boys are gaping at something with an intensity that dips egregiously into the realm of creepy. He moves to pour himself a shot.

“What the fuck are you people looking at?”

Seungmin prods a pointer finger in the relevant direction. It takes a few seconds of scanning the scene for Minho to find what he’s referring to. He digs a knuckle into his eye, instantly confused by what he’s seeing. Maybe the gaping is justified.

The windows and doors have all been thrown open to invite the balmy April weather into the foyer of the frathouse. There’s a large crowd of people huddled around a long, foldable table stationed before the stairs; Jaehyun clutches a ping-pong ball between his fingers, singular eye squinted shut as he takes aim. The number of remaining solo cups dwindles rapidly, as does the players’ sobriety.

Something—someone—is missing.

Not to say “beer pong virtuoso” was one of the reasons Chris was elected frat president, but you’d think the guy had a career path in basketball with how he’s given the entire Greek life community alcohol poisoning by courtesy of two or three plastic balls alone. Minho has never known him to miss a shot, let alone miss out on a game.

Today, however, the reigning champion is only spectating, seated above the ongoing match on one of the steps of the main staircase.

A beautiful stranger is sitting beside him, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you peer at the match through the bannister.

You say something inaudible. The laugh it earns from Chris is bright enough to pick up from a few streets down. He leans in to murmur something in return, and you slide your hand over his nape to pull his mouth onto yours, light blush crawling up and over your ears. The way Chris melts into you can only be described as familiar, his eyes slowly fluttering shut, finger hooking delicately beneath your chin, grin going lopsided as your lips part—

“That’s enough,” Minho hisses, tearing his eyes away with considerable effort. “Aren’t you ashamed? Just fucking ogling.”

Jeongin shakes his head, grinning. “It’s dinner and a show. We’d be idiots not to.”

By dinner, he must mean the gallon of chocolate milk he’s been drinking from for the last hour. He now holds out said gallon with the intent to cheers. Seungmin picks up the entire handle and does the same.

Minho sighs, clinks his glass against theirs, and they throw back their respective refreshments in unison.

“Anywho.” Jeongin swipes the back of his hand over his mouth before going on. “You guys know who that is?”

Minho resurfaces with a wince, relishing in the bitter aftermath, then motions for Seungmin to give the bottle back straightaway. He arrived to the function late and he’s not nearly as drunk as he’d like to be.

Seungmin obliges Minho only after another heady swig. “No clue. Probably just another fling, no?”

“Mmm,” Jeongin hums in assent. “It’s Chris we’re talking about, after all.”

"Agreed. Case closed.”

There’s an air of finality in Seungmin’s voice—but Minho isn’t so sure.

Perhaps because he has never noticed that Chris had dimples until now; or because you fold so naturally into Chris' side after your kiss ends, head nuzzling against the crook of his neck and hand seeking out his to hold in your lap; or, most likely, because Chris' eyes seem to return to you when he looks at you, as if his gaze drifting anywhere else is but a momentary departure from where it really belongs. As if he comes home every time you come into his line of vision.

Whatever the reason, the idea coalesces in Minho’s mind, even as inebriation begins to fall over his cognitive faculties like a curtain, that the boys have got it wrong.

Jeongin utters his name, jolting him out of his trance. There’s another shot lifted halfway to Minho’s lips that hasn’t budged in minutes. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Minho looks at Jeongin first, Seungmin next, then back at Chris and his stunning companion. He’s not inclined to answer the question in full, but he can in truth. A coy smile crosses his face.

“Threesome?”

Jeongin laughs hard enough to collapse onto the kitchen island. Seungmin drags a hand down his face. “Come on, man.”

In the corner of his eye, you’ve gone back to kissing again, slow and sweet and secretive. Chris' gentle hold on your jaw shields you from view but fails to hide his lovesick smile. Dimly, Minho thinks that maybe his friend has met his match.

Then, he takes four shots in rapid succession—and stops thinking altogether.

Christopher Bang’s love life is like a horror movie and romcom spliced together: a fiasco of a film to which his housemates have front row seats.

The frat’s upperclassmen live in sets of four-bed, two-bath suites comprising a small common space with a kitchen and a sitting area, sandwiched by bedrooms on either side. It is in that common space that Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung often see or hear Chris stumbling home after a night out, entangled with a different attractive stranger every time—so often, in fact, that they’ve come to believe that he’s deathly allergic to anything bigger than a one-and-done hookup.

They can’t judge. In part because they’d be throwing stones from glass houses, but also because the man’s penchant for empty physicality is far from unfounded. His past self gave pieces of his heart to the wrong people, contracted first-degree burns from the guileless warmth he sought out. Now, his version of “intimacy” is less a connotation of closeness than it is a self-contradiction, for it should be impossible for so much distance to remain between two people in a single bed.

Chris hasn’t vocalized any of this. Nor have his housemates discussed it with each other. The knowledge simply exists in the air between the four of them like something akin to taboo, dipping in and out of acknowledgement depending on the circumstance.

This might be the circumstance of all time.

At around 11:40 A.M. on a Saturday, three doors in the suite open at once. Hyunjin and Changbin aren’t coincidence—the latter is coercing the former to go to the gym again—but they lift their eyes to the opposite side of the living room, and the slice of milk bread dangling from Hyunjin’s lips very nearly takes a fatal fall. Changbin manages to snatch it up with an extended hand.

Chris has just emerged from his room as well. Your silhouette follows close behind, your mouth stretching into a yawn as you massage the sleep from your eyes. You’re sporting a mesh green sweater identical to one Chris owns. They find Chris' accessories more interesting than his clothes, though: two hickeys peeking out from beneath his jaw and the base of his neck.

Chris sees Hyunjin and Changbin right away, and his expression goes utterly blank, not unlike their faces as they watch you close his door meticulously. You turn around and gasp.

The four of you stare at each other for what feels like multiple business days. At least, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chris stare at each other; your eyes dart between the men on the other side of the room and the man next to you, silently pleading for him to say something. He does not for a long while.

Then, he lunges for one of the throw pillows on the couch and flings it at Hyunjin like a shot put. It ricochets off his chest and lands on the floor rather anticlimactically.

“Distraction!” Chris yells anyways, grabbing your hand and tearing towards the exit, wild grin on his face. “Go, go, go!”

Your raucous laughter lingers even after you’ve been hauled away, accompanied by an unintelligible, breathless shout of something along the lines of my toothbrush—and then the front door clicks shut, and there are two.

Changbin and Hyunjin lock eyes, struggling to process what just happened. Hyunjin is the first to move, wandering hesitantly into the bathroom that Chris and Jisung share. Nothing about the place looks out of the ordinary.

“Well, shit,” Hyunjin says out loud.

That is, aside from the two toothbrushes slotted in the holder on Chris' side of the counter.

Something moves in the bathroom window, catching his attention. Hyunjin looks over just in time to spot you and Chris dart out onto the lawn two floors below. Chris has his arm draped over your shoulders, yours wrapped around his waist. Your smile is discernible all the way from here, and Hyunjin sees a perfect mirror of it on his friend’s face when Chris glances at the frathouse over his shoulder. 

Has he always had dimples?

Moments later, Changbin joins him in peering out the window. A high-pitched cackle erupts from the older boy’s lips. “Look at that idiot.”

Standing off to the left is a tiny, astonished Han Jisung, his arms full of groceries, jaw sitting squarely the grass and whites of his eyes on full display as he watches you and Chris stroll away.

Hyunjin laughs with his whole fucking body. Changbin whips out his phone and takes a picture.

When you finally breach the topic, it’s because you don’t think you can physically study for another minute—but also because, after multiple long months of fruitless sparring, your curiosity finally wins.

Your boyfriend is seated in your desk chair, feet kicked up onto your mattress with his laptop propped up on his thighs. His features have rearranged themselves into an expression of intense focus as he pores over his production homework. You can hear music blaring through his headphones from all the way here.

You uncross your legs from below you, scootch across your bed, and lift your hands to cradle his cheeks. He startles as if coming out of a trance, then begins to smile when he reads the words hi, Channie off your lips.

His headphones fall around his neck. He sets his laptop down onto your desk with a dull thunk. The next thing to drop is you when Chris seizes you by the waist and tackles you into the mattress. The somber atmosphere of your study session is shattered by your muted laughter and Chris pressing his lips to every inch of your exposed skin he can. He saves your mouth for last.

“Hey, beautiful,” he answers, but only after kissing the living daylights out of you, the syllables soft and silky with adoration. “Missed me?”

You drag your eyes from his brown irises with blown pupils to his sloping nose, from his disheveled dark locks to his cordate lips, so plush and warm against your own that you swear you still feel them there. You brush a hand over the back of his neck, your head now spinning so badly that you barely remember what you wanted to ask him.

“Always,” you say. “I was starting to feel jealous of your homework.”

He chuckles. “Shit, I’ll drop out of college right now, baby. Just say the word.”

“You’re perfect,” you hum.

“Says you,” he murmurs, nudging the tip of his nose against yours.

Your lips find each other’s again—needless to say, your study sessions aren’t known for their productivity. Some time passes before you come up for air. Even afterwards, Chris doesn’t let you go far, pulling you into his chest by the curve of your waist, nuzzling his cheek into your hairline. You only need to whisper for him to hear your question.

“Can I ask you something?”

“'Course,” he returns, and you’re close enough to sense him tighten with apprehension. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry.” You print a kiss to the side of his neck for extra reassurance. “It’s just…I’ve been meaning to ask how your friends feel about me.”

He tightens with something else now: surprise, you’re guessing; you’re hoping. You hadn’t seriously considered that the answer could be negative, but it’s dawning on you now that the possibility of that isn’t zero.

“Where’s this coming from?” Chris inquires, his tone opaque.

You hesitate, mentally reviewing your interactions with your boyfriend’s social circle. Hyunjin and Jisung can’t make eye contact with you when they speak to you. Minho does nothing but make eye contact with you whether he’s speaking to you or not. Jeongin and Seungmin can maintain small talk for about ten seconds before they start looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. Changbin is the only one you’ve held a conversation with, and only because you were going up the same stairs at the same time and the alternative would have been mind-numbing silence.

What is the best way for you to say this?

“Well,” you begin, “I can’t help but notice that they act a little—when I’m around, they’re a bit, uh—”

“—crazy,” Chris offers. “Completely fucking bat-shit crazy.”

“Yes. Exactly that.”

Chris threads a hand through your hair, the comforting gesture doing nothing to assuage your worry. It seems there’s some truth behind your impressions. Your next words are tinged with a quiet sadness.

“I’m not imagining things, then?”

“No, angel,” he sighs. “But not for the reasons you think.”

A beat passes. Chris perceives your silence as a chance to backtrack, to opt out of this conversation if it’s one he’s not ready for. He would’ve leapt at the opportunity once.

But he realizes in that moment, with your voice gentle against his ears and your touch so doting upon his skin, how much has changed since he met you: from the color of the sky to the word home and everything in between, including his cynicism towards love and all the iterations of forever it holds. 

With that epiphany comes another, then another: he wants you to know why his friends are acting insane, wants you to know about him and his past and all the wounds of his you never know you healed, wants you to spend the rest of this forever with him.

His pointer finger dusts beneath your chin, a wordless request for you to look at him, and he nearly liquifies when you do and he finds entire constellations in your eyes. 

“It’s a lot,” he mumbles, though he suspects you know that already; he suspects you know about the other stuff, too. 

You bring your hand to the side of his face, bring your forehead to rest upon his. Your closeness washes over him like a low summer tide lapping over sandy shores, a soothing balm spreading over scorched flesh. 

“It’s you,” you breathe. “I will love it just the same.”

Chris' held breath comes out in shudders.

So this is warmth.

Minho and Felix are watching anime on the couch when a knock comes at their door, unfortunately during a pivotal moment of a pivotal episode. 

Minho hits pause with a ghastly groan. Felix laughs and rises to his feet, dashing into his room to grab the two silver necklaces he’ll be loaning out for the evening. “Coming!”

Outside, Chris is standing alone, hips and thighs accentuated by a pair of tight-fitting dress pants, sculpted chest and collarbones framed by a thin, cream-colored shirt with the top three buttons undone. Most of his hair has been pushed off his forehead, leaving a few locks free to fall over his right eyebrow. He’s rolling up his sleeves when Felix opens the door, veined forearms flexing as a result of the effort.

“Well?” He asks. Minho cranes his neck to look past Felix.

Both boys start to holler and whistle like excited macaques.

“What in the Calvin Klein is this?” Felix shouts, spinning Chris around by the shoulders. “You look insane, bro. Holy fuck.”

“What’s the occasion, young man?” Minho inadvertently sounds like a gruff uncle. “Where are you going dressed like that, huh?”

Chris' laugh comes easier nowadays. What’s more, it comes in a way that reaches the rest of him, that ends in a tiny, high squeak that you really have to look for in order to hear.

Felix and Minho can't help but replicate his smile. Those clothes look good on him, yes—but happiness looks better.

“You guys are silly,” Chris giggles. Dimples indent his cheeks as he accepts the necklaces from Felix. “Thanks, man. I’ll give ‘em back tomorrow.”

“No rush,” Felix replies, grinning. “Have fun, yeah?”

“We will.” Chris starts to retreat down the hallway, hands moving to clasp the jewelry around his neck, but not before he blows the both of them a kiss.

“Be back before ten!” Minho hollers; Chris laughs again, turns a corner, and disappears.

Felix closes the door. His smile falters fast. Minho has brought his face mere centimeters away, his expression thoroughly humorless.

“Tell me only the truth, Lee Yongbok,” he deadpans.

“O-okay—”

“Is Chris in a relationship?”

“—oh.” Felix frowns. “Well, yeah.”

Minho blanches. “How—how long?”

“One year, give or take? Anniversary’s today.”

Minho is stunned. Felix is stunned that Minho is stunned.

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~ FIGHTING OVER SILLY STUFF ~ OTP PROMPTS

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A: "Stop looking at me so weird!" B: "That's just how I look!"

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A: "One more kiss! Please!" B: "Darling, I have to go now!" A: "Please!" B: *gives them a quick peck* A: "Oh, that was too short. It doesn't count. One more." B: "I have to GO!"

A: "You went without me?!" B: "It was just the kitchen." A: "You got something to eat without me?" B: "There is still something left." A: "One second, I go to the bathroom and you immediately break my trust!"

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