So Freaking Beautiful 🤤

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hanta sero | f!reader, horny!reader, alcohol, bartender!hanta, car sex, riding, half-assed confessions, praise. minors dni!

— 2.9k words

"Look at you, shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Okay, that's enough."

You whine when your shot is plucked out of your hands, your fingers grabbing around nothing once it gets too far from your reach.

"N-No wai—hic!—'m not done yet 'n I paid for that."

You don't even have the sobriety to act enthusiastic, and the bartender raises a pierced eyebrow.

"The club's closing."

You click your tongue at that and groan, before pushing your upper body away from the bar to see that there's no one else here but you and the bartender, with proper lights on to illuminate that the place is a fucking mess.

"What? What happ—happened to partyin' all night long..." You drift, eyes narrowing to make out the floating words on the bartender's name tag, "...Hinata?"

"It's been all night. And it's Hanta," he says curtly, drying what you think might be your shot glass with a fluffy white towel. What a waste. "Another ex?"

"Fine." you nearly yell, dropping your forehead on the bar so hard it hurts—or it would have if you were sober. Which you are. Totally. "And yes. I'm thinking of buying this one dead roses. For shits 'n—hic—gigs."

"Creative," he snorts, sliding his forearms onto the table until they bump into yours from the opposing side. A glass is set next to your head. "C'mon. I'll give you time to sober up while I put everything away. Deal?"

"'N how long 's that gon' take," you struggle to sit up, body tilting to the right despite your best efforts to sit up straight. Hanta shrugs.

"Thirty minutes?"

"That's fine then," you nod, looking around the place through swollen eyes. "'S empty."

"It is. C'mon, drink," he nudges the glass of water your way. You scowl.

"'S gonna make me sober?"

"Yup," Hanta nods, popping the 'p.' You sigh before tossing your head back with another obnoxious groan.

"Then I don' want it," and you contemplate tossing the drink onto the floor, but you figure Hanta wouldn't like that very much. You opt for a pout instead.

"Well, you need it. You're fucked," he says kindly, before picking up the cup full of water and dropping it under your nose. "Now drink."

You sigh, already feeling the sobriety kicking in as you grab your glass by the waist. "You're so fucking difficult."

"Sobriety is good," the bartender offers. You snort.

"Sobriety is fucking terrible," you reply, already hating that it's already kicking in after a few sips. "People come to the club to get fucked. No way I have to leave sober."

"Sober enough to get home," Hanta edits with a nod. It's tempting to throw your heel at his face.

"Sober enough to hate life again," You grouse with narrowed eyes. Hanta shrugs.

"And once you spend a few days hating life, suddenly it doesn't seem so bad," he smiles cheekily before turning his back to you to wash whatever, and you roll your eyes at his optimism.

You stare at him, lips twisted in a disrespectful confusion, and definitely not admiring how the muscles of his back roll under that tight black shirt while he washes the dishes. How can someone look sexy washing the dishes, one may ask, and the answer is—you can't. Therefore, you wholly and completely blame the alcohol for the flush in your cheeks as you pat your back pockets for your wallet so you can pay for a taxi and stumble home to deal with the hangover at work tomorrow.

"You good?" He raises a pierced eyebrow, turning around when you fail to speak. You grimace.

"...My wallet's missing."

Hanta's entire body sags, the rag in his hand hitting the counter as he gives you a look of pure and utter exasperation.

"You're kidding me."

"I..." you pat your butt, just to check and, "Yeah. It's fucking gone."

The noirette runs a heavy hand over his face, before rubbing at the corner of his eyes with a faint yawn. "Fine, then. I can take you home, but you have to wait until I'm done closing."

"Does that mean I can have another drink?" You ask slyly, inching so close your gut digs into the bar in question. Hanta gives you a look of near-disgust.

"No."

You pout, though you don't move away. He's close enough that he's starting to blur but not aggressively close. You notice the faint smattering of freckles against his cheeks, eyes flickering to Hanta's lips as a pink tongue darts to gloss them over.

"You're not bad up close, you know," you breathe, running a finger up the visible vein up his arm. Hanta's eyes dilate but he moves away, and you huff, returning to your seat with a pout at the brush-off.

"You're no fun," you grumble, tucking your hands under your chin. Hanta goes back to wiping down the bar with a chuckle.

"It's against policy," is all he grunts. You roll your eyes.

"Yeah well, your policy fucking sucks," your tongue curls to spit vitriol in a way you didn't even know you could. Hanta's eyebrows raise in amusement at your petulance. "And what's the fucking policy? Don't get laid?"

"No, it's don't take advantage of tipsy customers," he nearly barks with a snort.

"I'm barely tipsy," you offer. Hanta freezes to look you up and down.

"...Sure." You growl.

"I'm not!"

"Well. This is me."

Hanta cocks an eyebrow and the car rumbles to a stop with a jingle of his key in the ignition. His eyes follow yours to the front door. The car ride was pleasantly silent—pleasantly, excluding the weighty air, you couldn't cut with a steak knife that forces your thighs to rub together.

"This is you?"

"Yup."

You pop the 'p' and make no move to get out; he doesn't unlock the door.

"It's a nice place."

"Thanks," you smile, and you have half a mind to invite him inside. You don't, though—you shouldn't. Because what do you think will happen?

"Um...so I guess this is goodbye. I guess." His fingers drum against the leather of his steering wheel, and your eyes drift to his hands.

"Yeah," you eye the purse sat in your lap. "Yeah, right."

He unlocks the door and your grip around your purse tightens as you reach for the door handle. "Thanks, agai—"

"Uh, hold on, actually."

The doors lock. You fight a smile.

And he looks conflicted—drumming fingers changing from a random tap to an anxious beat, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek, and eyes darting everywhere but at you. You sit your elbows on the armrest console.

"Yes?"

"Um, okay," he huffs through his nose, dimples popping in a borderline acrid grin. "What if—what if I wanted to break the policy?"

You feign a gasp, placing a dramatic hand over your heart in sheer horror. "What? Not the policy!"

"Yeah, yeah okay," Hanta snorts, grabbing you by the back of the neck and grinning when you nearly squeal. "C'mere—I want to kiss you."

And, well. Who are you to deny such an offer?

Hanta tastes like gin. You wonder if he's allowed to drink on the job, but it's only a fleeting thought because he's tilting his head and moaning into your mouth, and you find yourself pushing back eagerly.

He's sinfully good with his lips, tongue, whatever—or maybe it's the alcohol. But either way, his lips are plush enough to enjoy but firm enough to dominate, and you melt into the seat as he pulls away and rasps:

"How're you feeling, Pretty?"

Is it just hot in here, or is it just you?

"Um," you flush in seeing his smug grin while he patiently waits for your answer, and it's aggravating. "Good—I'm feeling good."

The noirette hums, eyes dropping to your lips.

"Want to try again?"

You nod, "Yes please."

Hanta's chest rumbles and he's grinning against your lips. "Saying please already? Good girl."

When he presses his lips to yours again, it's with much more weight than the first kiss, and it nearly knocks you into the window. He trails hot kisses down the column of your neck, making you hiss when he bites right under your ear.

The next thing you know, Hanta's unbuckling his seatbelt and then yours, before huffing against your lips: "Backseat."

The moment you two squeeze between both seats, Hanta's pulling you into his lap, his hands taking possession of your waist as if they've always belonged there. As he sucks hickeys into your collarbone, he lifts an eyebrow in question as he slides his hands to the zipper of your dress. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, hips rolling slowly. Hanta hisses and tightens his grip around your waist as he slowly pulls down the zipper, the sound of sliding metal bouncing off the doors of the heated car.

"Just as perfect as I thought they'd be," He groans, chuckling slightly when you berate him for being a pervert—not as if it matters now, with the top of your dress sliding down your arms and under your bra. His hips flex as yours pick up the pace, hiding a smile at the feeling of his hard cock growing against your inner thigh. Hanta shucks your dress to your waist with two big hands, keeping them at your ribs.

"Fuck—keep grinding on me, just like that baby," his eyes drop to watch your hips roll before he's recklessly shoving your bra straps down your shoulders. "You know, I always wondered how you dealt with those assholes. I wouldn't if you were mine."

"Is this your cheesy way of asking me out?" You huff a giggle, and Hanta's dimples pop.

"If you'll take it."

"Make me cum, first," you offer, hips stuttering when he tweaks a nipple. "And then take me on a date."

Hanta snorts, lips returning to your neck. "Aye aye, Cap'n."

You slap him across the chest and Hanta takes the brunt of it with a smile, slowly sliding a hand up your inner thigh that you didn't feel until right now.

He thumbs the hem of your panties in question. You nod without and he bites a lip as he pulls the flimsy thing to the side and slides a calloused finger into your throbbing cunt.

"So fucking wet, holy shit," he breathes against your neck. You rest a hand on the fogging window with a sigh, and pumps his finger slowly—whether it's to get you used to the feeling or to tease, you aren't quite sure.

"You can add another."

"I—" Hanta shudders, nails digging into the meat of your hips. "Okay. Yeah, okay."

As he pushes a second finger in with the first, you two hiss in unison, nails digging hot red lines into his muscled shoulders. Your walls bend around him easily, squeezing his digits with such a firmness it has the poor guy fantasizing what you'll feel like wrapped around his cock. He whimpers behind a bitten lip at the thought, thumb ghosting your clit with a determination to make you feel good.

"You're taking my fingers so well, Baby," he says, groaning when your hips gain a life of their own. Hanta wheezes a laugh at your desperation, strung tight from arousal. "What? Need me to go faster?"

You nod your head, whimpering a meek yes that would be embarrassing if you weren't so worked up. Hanta shakes his head with a low chuckle.

"Ask nicely, Pretty."

"Please!" You practically fling your upper body over his, "I wan—I nee—"

"What's that, my needy baby?" Hanta purrs behind a bitten lip, struggling to keep your hips from bucking because you just look so good. You know his hand has got to be cramping from the angle he fingers you at, but you figure that it doesn't matter—especially when he adds a third, to your pleasant surprise.

"Fuck!" You keen, body curling along with his fingers. Hanta groans as you contract around him and digs his teeth into the junction of your neck, making you gasp along with the painful pleasure.

"You need to fuck me like, right now," you pant, and it's clear you don't have to tell the noirette twice—his slick-soaked fingers rocket to his fly, pulling his cock out with suck a speed it would be worrying if you weren't equally desperate.

"Yes Ma'am," he smiles and you snort, rolling your eyes—though the light mood dies once the head of his cock kisses your entrance. Suddenly, you're not floating anymore but sat in Hanta's heated lap, making all of this feel so much more real—the fogged windows, the skin on skin, the heavy petting. You can't believe you've waited this long, but at the same time, surprised this didn't happen sooner.

"Ready?" You ask, knees digging into leather as you straddle his lap. Hanta's chest shudders.

"Ready when you are."

You roll your eyes. What a gentleman.

With that, you press against him with a little more insistence and he pops the head of his cock in with a huff, muscled chest shuddering as you force yourself down until you hit the base.

"Shit," Hanta wheezes, grip tightening around your waist. He keeps you there—forces your lungs to work hard around his cock—and you quiver around him like a leaf in the wind.

"Look at you," Hanta coos like you're the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen. "Shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" your throat contracts as you shift, inevitably nestling him deeper and pushing a quiet eep from your throat. It's clear Hanta's getting impatient, hips wiggling as a hot hand reaches for your hands to pin them behind your back. As he holds you at a 45-degree angle, to the point where you're slumped against the seat in front of you, the hand on your waist lifts before dropping you down again.

"Fuck!" You scream, thighs flexing as his hips pick up the pace fairly quickly. The noirette chuckles, tongue peeking in concentration as sweat starts to soak his hair to his forehead.

"Sorry," he pants, though he doesn't really sound that sorry, eyes fixated on where you're connected. "Did you say something? Can't really hear you over all the moaning."

You snarl at that, though it's hard to when he holds you at such an angle. You have half a mind to shut the fuck up, acknowledging that technically, you're outside—but another part of you thinks fuck it, you're forced to hear your neighbors go at it like bunnies at least once a week. They can suffer this one time, right?

"Shit—squeezing me so tight," Hanta grunts under his breath, eyebrows folding in ecstasy. "You trying to make me cum early, sweetheart?"

You whimper and shake your head as Hanta chuckles at how useless you are, as limp as a ragdoll while you take all of him so well. So, so well.

His thumb returns to your clit, and you both moan—you from the stimulation, he when you tighten around him. Hanta adjusts so you're properly sat in his lap again, his hot skin pressed to yours before his palm cracks against your ass with the one order, "Ride it."

Your thighs quiver pathetically as you lift yourself up on his cock, your throat tightening in a muffled squeal when his head rams into your cervix. You've never considered yourself to be a screamer but you suppose there are exceptions, and you consider getting properly fucked by your bartender in a bartender's backseat is a better excuse than any.

"Fuck—fuck just like that, fucking take it," Hanta's grunts are only semi-coherent as his hips buck in time with yours, the flush on his face growing down to his neck with the tight grip on your waist. There isn't much you can do but take it—and the fact that he gives you no wiggle room to squirm away gets you more excited than you feel it should.

"Where—" he pants, the car rocking with your movement as he latches a hand onto the back of the driver's seat. "W-where do you want me to...?"

"Inside," you whimper without a second thought. "I-Inside, please I nee—"

"I gotcha," Hanta's movements slow, opting for a smoother glide instead, and you find that the change in pace pushes you closer to the edge—and as does the thumb on your clit, which is slowly picking up the pace. "You gonna cum, Baby?"

You nod, but it earns you a spank on the ass, "Words, pretty girl."

"Y-Yeah, just—" He rolls your hips—and hard—and that final grind sends you flying off the edge, eyes skewing as you gasp his name. Hanta groans at the sight of you coming undone—the sight of you coming undone for him—and that's enough to make him curse under his breath before his hips stutter twice, and he's filling you with a groan.

"C'mere," he says, and you're not even sure he's done coming as he scrambles to pull you forward via your condensed top (which is between your upper and lower half) to pull you into a spit fueled kiss. It's messy and you're both exhausted, all tongue and spit, but it gets your blood boiling nevertheless. You're the first to pull away.

"Wanna come in for a drink?" You ask, knowing it's an invitation to come clean up and knock the fuck out together. Luckily, Hanta gets the memo, with his flushed face and pierced eyebrow.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Oh 👏 dear 🥴💦 please though shinsou please use your quirk!! I don't want to think on anything BUT that dick!! 😩💦🥴😖🥵

Hello pretty human, I honestly hope you're havin an amazing day. I found your blog today and when I say I a hOOKED. ESPECIALLY YOUR BULL CONTENT MAKSKXKA

s o- that being said, would thee be any way to ask for bull Shinso and a chubby farmer? 👉🏻👈🏻

Yours truly, uh, idk, how about🦎(?)anon

he has his quirk in this bull universe cause I think it's cool omg

cw: slightly dark warning? past misuse of his quirk that is mentioned, previous brainwashing

You hate to say it, but Bull Shinsou is one of those bulls who you can forget about at times

He’s literally so low maintenance, it’s unbelievable!

Just clean his stable, bathe him, and bring him snack and he’s perfectly fine

The only time he’s needy is when he’s rutting, or about to go into a rut

He’s too precious to ignore like the other bulls

You’ll let him spit game as he leans over the top of his stable, dark circles under his eyes as he surveys your curves, grins lazily as he tries his hand at you

“Care to be my rut aid? I need something nice and plush to rest on after I’m done. Your chest is preferred.”

The lines are awful, but fuck, if he isn’t basically a snake charmer at this point

You’re getting railed over a stack of hay in no time

It’s kinda uncomfortable with how itchy it is against your back, but its worth it

He’s grunting quietly in your ear, hips snapping against yours, bruising your ass, his knot popping in and out wetly from your gaping hole

“S’glad you said yes willingly this time. Didn’t even have to use m’quirk on you for this rut.”

You’re too fucked out to really digest what he’s saying

More or less focused on how wide his knot is expanding and stretching you

It’s not until his rut is finished, when you find yourself stumbling out of his stable, wondering why you felt this same ache in your thighs now, as you did a few months ago when you couldn’t remember a whole three whole days…

Darling that gave me life so 😍😍🥰

Get Sleazy

hi this is a cop Bakugou fic 🧍🏽‍♀️

sorry if it’s kinda messy and rushed. I’ve been in a writing block, but I’m determined to get out of it by writing as much as I can!!

I’ll edit this as soon as the Shameless season finale goes off lmao

edit: based on this ask!

cw: consensual noncon, degradation, smut, public sex

word count: 3.4K

Your breath instantly hitched in your throat when the familiar flashing red, white, and blue lights and blaring siren echoed behind you. You glanced in your rearview mirror, watched how the cop raised a single finger, pointing you to pull over to the side of the road.

You were terrified. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage at the prospect of a lonesome cop pulling you over at damn near midnight by yourself. The road you were driving on was deserted, you and the cop the only two people on the road at this time of night. Anything could happen on these quiet backroads.

You didn’t even know what you were being pulled over for! You weren’t speeding; if anything, you were driving too slow, being overly cautious. You were ten under the speed limit, finger hovering on your high beams to guide you through the dark path and the thick trees that hid the moon.

You had your seatbelt on. None of your lights were out. Didn’t need a turn signal. So what was the problem?

With a shaky inhale, you pulled your car over to the side of the road. Parking, you turned on your overhead light, taking multiple glances back at the cop behind you, who shuffled through a few things in his own dark car.

Chewing your bottom lip, you contemplated why on earth you would be getting pulled over, when a sharp knock against your window had you jumping in your seat. You gasped, eyes quickly darting over to the cop at your window, flinching when there was a bright flashlight pressing against the glass. You rolled the window down slowly, eyes wide as you try to get a good look at the cop behind the bright light.

“What can I do for you, officer?” You ask, putting on your sugary sweet voice as you squinted at the light still being flashed in your face. It stayed there for another few seconds before the cop rested his hand on his hip, the flashlight turned down to face the ground as he bent at the waist. The cop rested his forearms on your open windowsill, handsome face a few inches away as he stared at you quizzically. You couldn’t help but stare back at the handsome face; sharp red eyes, an explosion of ash blond hair, thin lips pulled down into a scowl, a silver chain encasing the thick column of his neck.

“Know why I pulled you over?” His voice was like sex, holy shit. All deep and gruff, reverberating throughout the entire car. You shivered, shifting in your seat, watch how the cop’s eyes follow the movement sharply.

You realize you’ve been staring when the cop cracks an eyebrow, mouth pulling down even further as he cleared his throat obnoxiously. You chuckled embarrassedly, sheepishly tap at your steering wheel as you look around the interior of your car.

“Can’t say I do, officer…?” You hum, glancing back at the intense red eyes that continue to size you up. He doesn’t even try to hide it, licks his lips at the sight of your exposed cleavage in your tank top. He stares down your shirt for a few seconds, before finally meeting your eyes with a smirk.

“Bakugou.” He murmurs, eye still flickering to your chest without shame. “I was going to originally pull you over for a random traffic stop, but after running your tags, I found something interesting. So, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle for me, sweetheart.”

You let your shock take over your face, watch how Officer Bakugou reaches inside of your car disrespectfully, unlock your goddamn door, and open it for you. You sit there for a second, shocked and appalled at the audacity of this cop, who stands there snarling with his hands on his hips and an eyebrow perked up.

“I don’t have all night. Out of the car.” His tone turns hostile and impatient in only a matter of seconds. You finally snap out of your resounding shock, reaching to undo your seatbelt, but obviously moving too slow for Officer Bakugou. He reaches inside once more, sets you free from your seatbelt, and yanks on your arm to get you out of the car.

You stumble, hands reaching out to steady yourself as the cop holds you in one arm and slams your door shut with the other. As soon as the door is shut, he presses you against it, his tall and broad body keeping you pinned. You gasp hands splayed on the flat against the metal, head turned slightly to see the brazen look the cop holds. He notices you eyeing him and grins, swoops in to press his lips against your ear with a chuckle.

“Your tags showed previous charges of drug possession, so I have to pat you down. Make sure you’re not hiding anything. Although,” Officer Bakugou takes a step back, trusts you to stay in place without his chest and thighs to pin you. You watch how his eyes roam your entire form, the exposed expanse of your upper back and shoulder blades, the backs of your thighs and calves in your shorts. The cop whistles under his breath before pressing his body flush against your own once more with a growl,

“It’s kind of hard to hide anything with these slutty fuckin’ clothes on.” Instantly, he starts patting you down. Large, rough hands traveling all over your body as you gasp and try to stutter out any kind of response that you can.

“S-sir, I can assure you, you’ve got the wrong person. You must have entered the wrong tags, because I’ve never—”

“That’s what all of you shitty fucking criminals say.” He grumbles from his crouching position, fingers digging into your closed shoes, flashing his light once more to check. Officer Bakugou stands again to his full height, pockets his flashlight and rests his hands on your waist. You shiver when you feel his breath tickle the side of your neck.

“M’surprised there weren’t any fucking prostitution charges, with how you got your ass and tits hanging out.” With that, he’s groping you through your tank. Panic instantly floods you, makes you twist and try to worm away from his calloused hands. But the seasoned officer must be used to the fight, with how he kicks your legs open, pulls your fighting arms behind your back, and cuffs your wrists in only a matter of seconds. You open your mouth to scream, but he holds a large palm against it to silence you.

“Don’t make a fucking noise, and let me finish my fucking job.” Officer Bakugou snarls, his free hand back on your waist, slithers up until he’s cupping your breast once more. Tears prick your eyes as you try to glance back at him, plead silently for him to let you go, to stop grabbing you, let you get back in your car, drive away as if nothing had ever happened.

Officer Bakugou obviously had other plans though, as he nuzzles his chin against your ear and presses a kiss to your hairline. When your breathing slows from the harsh panicked breaths from earlier, does the cop finally whisper in your ear,

“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it, slut.” Your breaths pick up in tandem once more. Officer Bakugou starts fondling your tit in his hand, greedily swapping between the pair as you feel a guilty bulge pressing against the curve of your ass. You tried fighting against his hold, kicking your feet back onto his shins, but with the way he had you pinned, you were practically immobile. Defenseless, with nowhere to go, or anyone to help you.

Officer Bakugou feels your fight slowly give up, watches how the hope for a savior slips from your eyes as you hiccup behind his hand, get his palm against your mouth wet with trailing tears. The sight of your giving up form makes his cock throb in his police uniform, makes him lick his lips hungrily.

“Told you you’d enjoy yourself. Just stop fighting it, sweetheart.” He purrs, slyly inching your tank top down further and further as you sob and rest your weight against the door in front of you. Officer Bakugou takes this as a sign of your defiance dying, slowly removes his hand from your mouth. When you don’t immediately scream for help, he grins, realizing that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Good girl.” He whispers, pecks your cheek softly as he uses both hands to pull your bra and tank top down until your breasts spill from their previous confinements. He groans under his breath, lets them fill up his palm, squeezes them gently, rolls your nipples around with thick fingers. He speaks lowly into your ear all the while, grinds his thickening cock up against your ass, grunts whenever his zipper presses pleasurably against his bulging veins.

“Got a nice pair of tits on ya, sweetheart. You flashed them at any other officers before to get out of a traffic stop? Must have been desperate back then, huh?” His words make you flush, hiccuping as tears roll steadily down your cheeks. You bite your lip to muffle your sounds, shake your head vehemently at his insinuation.

“Musta’ used something else then, for them to let you go. Ain’t that right, baby?” Officer Bakugou doesn’t hesitate to trail his hands over your stomach after one last squeeze to your tits. You instantly panic, shaking your head, trying your best to free yourself from the confines of the handcuffs.

“No! Stop, please!” Your weak attempts to stop the cop are futile, as he only ignores you and pulls your over to lay on top of the hood. You try kicking your legs at him again, but with one threatening squeeze to your ankle bone, your ministrations halt. Bakugou rewards you with a nip to the back of your thigh, runs his hot hands up until they tug at the waistband of your shorts.

The warmness of the night air tickles your bare cunt as Officer Bakugou strips you without further hesitation. You whimper in embarrassment as he chuckles behind you, runs a quick finger up your slit to gather the wetness there. You hear him hum for a second before there’s a resounding pop. You cringe, realizing that he had tasted your slick without any remorse.

“For you to be fighting against me so hard, you sure are fucking soaked, sweetheart.” Officer Bakugou murmurs, wastes no time in burying his face into your cunt. You cry out, legs kicking out instinctively as he suckles on your leaking hole. He holds your cheeks apart, watches how your glistening pussy pulsates under his stare, watches how a bead of your slick rolls down and makes your thighs sticky, watches how you shift on your feet, how it makes the flesh of your ass bounce slightly.

He needs more.

Officer Bakugou goes in again with one long breath. He licks at your hole, sucks up everything that spills from you, groans into your pussy whenever you clamp down on his tongue. He lets his tongue rolls from his mouth, lick the very tip of your swollen clit, laughs when you buck back violently and cry out breathily.

His thick fingers dig into your skin, pulls you open even wider, leans back to spit on your asshole to watch his drool slide down slowly into your cunt. You gasp at the gross slide of it, try to wiggle your way out of his grip, try not to think about how your shifting only lets his glorious tongue delve deeper in your soaked walls.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he murmurs against your lips.

The same moment Officer Bakugou lets your cheeks go to slip a finger inside of you, is the same moment he leans up to lap at your other hole. You choke out a scream, hands opening and closing quickly, only managing to grip at the very ends of his blond hair. He hisses when you get a few strands and pull roughly, bites back by shoving another finger inside before you’re fully ready for the second one.

You groan, walls stretching uncomfortably, as you let your head bang against the hood of the car. Officer Bakugou just chuckles, his free hand that’s not inside of you, inching down to free his aching cock. His tongue continues to work the puckered rim of your asshole, let it loosen until he can slip the tip of his tongue inside of your entrance. He tries to work your clit with a free finger, but with the angle, it proves difficult. He huffs against your ass, figures that he might as well get inside of you to really make you feel good.

Officer Bakugou pulls his fingers out quickly, slaps the wet digit against your aching clit, chuckles when your squeak and practically roll off of the hood of your car. He grabs your bicep and steadies you, hunches over your body to nip and lick at your earlobe.

Officer Bakugou ruts his thick cock in between your puffy lips, lets your slick coat his cock as he positions it at your hole. He nips your ear again, makes your whole body shiver, whispers,

“Which hole should I put it in, sweetheart?” Officer Bakugou rasps against your ear, directs his cock to tap against your asshole. You panic, whimpering, pleading for mercy, as the cop starts to over talk you.

“I’m sure a whore like you can take it in both. I could probably convince my partner to come next time, so I can be sure that both of these little holes are stuffed.” Officer Bakugou chuckles at your panic, groans at the thought of him and Kirishima trapping you in the back of their patrol trucks to really fucking give it to you. Bakugou shivers at the thought, eyes falling shut before he pries them open quickly.

“So? Which one, sweetheart? I’m starting to become impatient.” He whispers, threatening presses the very tip of his cock to your unprepared hole. He laughs at your squeak.

“My pussy! F-fuck my pussy, officer!” Bakugou groans at the high pitched whines in your voice, lets his eyes close fully this time. Wordlessly, he lets his cock sink deep inside of you, curls over your body, kisses at your cheeks and neck as you whine about his cock splitting you open.

Officer Bakugou lets you adjust to his size for only a second, before he starts snapping his hips inside of you. It’s damn near torture. The way the thickness of his cock forces your walls to accommodate his size, how he growls in your ear, sucks bruising hickeys against your skin. He pants against it, gnaws at the thin skin underneath your neck, wraps his arms around your torso to play with your squished tits.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Feel s’good wrapped around my cock.” He groans into your throat, the wet sounds of his balls clapping against your ass scaring the birds in the trees above, who flock away with agitated chirps. You can only whine, let the cop continue to use your cunt for his pleasure, try not to think about how you wish he would at least touch your clit.

It’s like he reads your mind. Officer Bakugou pulls up, uses your cuffed hands as leverage to pull you back against his fat dick, reaches his other hand around to circle your clit with precise fingers. The pressure is rough, just how you like it, quick little circles that pause after every few deep thrusts, picks up with a slower pace after his momentary pause.

You hate to admit it, but the pleasure starts to become too much. You can feel yourself starting to reach closer to your orgasm, can feel the bliss on the tip of your tongue as Officer Bakugou snarls behind you at the clap of your ass against his hips.

The strain of your shoulders are only a dull pain that you can’t seem to mind at the moment, only focused on how his veins and tip press and smack against your sweet spot, how the cop moans shakily as you start to clench down around him.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart? Gonna make a mess of my fucking dick, like the nasty whore you are?” Officer Bakugou snarls, starts to roughly pull on your forearms, uncaring of how he could dislocate your shoulders. You cry out in pain, shake your head, try to deny the building tension in your lower belly.

“Don’t lie, bitch. Fucking cum on my dick, like a good little whore. Cmon, sweetheart, fucking do it.” Officer Bakugou goads you into an orgasm, shushes your embarrassed cry as you cream all over the fat of his cock. He fucks you through it, feels his own orgasm creep up on him from feeling your tight and wet walls clamp down around him. He grunts, bites his bottom lip roughly, watches how your creamy pussy swallows his cock repeatedly, lets his hips start to drive a little deeper, a little faster.

You can feel him start to pulsate inside of you, how his thrusts get a little sloppier, how his groans start echoing in volume. You panic at the realization that he didn’t wear a condom, and is too damn close to his orgasm. You quickly perk up.

“Officer Bakugou!” You whine, trying to push up on your shoulders so you can look at the cop behind you. He stares right back at you, his uniform still completely in place and sharp, save for his zipper down and producing his fat cock that’s been mercilessly pounding away at you.

“Please, d-don’t cum inside!” You cry out, let the few tears stray from your eyes as your bottom lip trembles. It doesn’t do the job you were expecting it to. No, Officer Bakugou only groans at the sight of you, throws his head back, lets the speed of his hips pick up, lets the resounding wet squelch of your sloppy cunt push him closer to his orgasm.

He cums inside of you with a gasp, stuttering breath as he shoots his thick load inside of you. You whine at the feeling of it, how it coats your walls, fills you up, and warms your belly. You clench around him, hoping to milk his cock and hurry up the process of filling you. Officer Bakugou groans at the feeling, lets his body fall forward on top of yours.

You two stand there for a few seconds trying to catch your breath, before he finally pulls up and wordlessly un-cuffs your hands. You instantly bring your wrists around in front of you, sitting up with his cock still inside of you, sighing as you rub the tenseness from your joint. Officer Bakugou lays his hands on your waist, nudges at your jawline and presses sweet kisses to your neck.

“Was I too rough with the cuffs?” He asks, rubs up and down your sides as he tries to ease his cock from inside of you. You both sigh at the feeling, him admiring the way his cum seeps from your walls, you smiling at how his hands squeeze you tight.

“A little, when you were fucking me. But other than that, it was perfect. Thank you, baby.” You turn in his hands, wrap your arms around Katsuki’s neck. He frowns down at you for being too rough, but forgives himself with that love struck gaze you give him.

“You’re welcome, weirdo.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips for the first time that night. You two share a sweet kiss, completely different from the rough nature of the role-play you two did just a few minutes ago. When you pull back, you smile up at him, watch how his eye soften at the sight of you.

“What time do you get off?” You whisper. Bakugou breaks eye contact to glance at the watch on his wrist.

“About forty-five minutes.” He murmurs, opts to leave butterfly kisses against your lips and jaw and cheek and forehead and nose. It melts your heart completely.

“Want me to go to that ramen place down the street? Get us a little midnight snack when you come home?” You ask, running your fingers through his spiky locks. Katsuki hums.

“That’s more than a snack, but sure, dumbass. Get me my usual.” He says against your mouth, smiles against your own smile as you kiss him quiet. You two stand there in each others embrace for a minute before you finally pull back for air, whisper against his lips,

“Of course, my love.”

Oh my god....IM SCREAMING!!!🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🤯

-> IRRESISTIBLE! ft. yandere! possessive! alpha! bully! katsuki bakugou! x omega! black! chubby! fem! reader x super soft! yandere! alpha! tamaki amajiki!

-> NOTES: college au! quirkless au! dark themes!

-> WARNINGS: noncon-> dubcon, degradation, slut shaming, delusional alphas feel entitled, drugging, pet names used -> princess and piggy, forced heat, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mxfxm, fellatio (m! receiving), facial, knotting/breeding, enemies to lovers? unedited 👁👁

YOU don’t like Katsuki Bakugou. Being an apex alpha has gotten to his head completely and he feels as though everything belongs to him, everything he wants he gets even if he had to step on a few necks to get it. Unfortunately for you, you’re an omega who he just so happens to enjoy taking advantage of.

If he’s not belittling you with some kind of slur he’s pinching your face a little too hard, shoulder checking you in the hallway when you get too close to him, or he’s saying something uncalled for just to rile you up or make you anxious. It’s never-ending with him.

But oddly enough, he’s never crossed the line. In some way you felt thankful for that fact. But even that narcissistic asshole didn’t outshine the excitement you felt today. You were finally going to confess to your crush.

You had a little pep in your step, you were nearly bouncing off the walls in excitement as you entered the gates of your campus.

If your happiness wasn’t apparent in the way you were basically skipping around than your extra sweet, mouthwatering scent would alert any alpha, and even some betas, within a mile radius about your excitement.

Nothing could ruin your day!

Not even when you walked past Bakugo and the group of delinquents on campus, forcing them to take a whiff of your happiness that caused a certain alpha’s eyes to dilate.

Although you were too busy making your way to your first class, a growl came from Bakugo as a few of his alpha companions had turned to watch you walk away. The blond took notice of your clothing, noticing how you seemed to apply a little more effort into your outfit for the day. He’d never seen you dressed like this. What was going on with you?

You eagerly made your way to your first class and took a seat, ready to officially start the day. You’d have to wait until after your third class to confess, hopefully you wouldn’t lose your steam along the way.

This course, along with others (strangely enough) were also shared with Bakugou but you ignored him most times. Even when he would saunter into the room, roll his vermillion eyes at a couple of groupies, and make his way over to you to sit in the chair directly behind you.

He was weird, you recognized that, and it was difficult to pinpoint what kind of dynamic the two of your had considering it often left you with a headache. But once again, nothing was going to ruin this day for you! Even if you felt him staring at the back of your head, shamelessly sniffing at the air that surrounded you, basically bathing in your happy scent that made his pupils turn into slits.

…

“You got good news or somethin’?” A voice asks you from behind as you stand back up straight after retrieving a snack from a vending machine you’d just purchased from.

When you had fully stood up to your height you felt his breath on your neck and shivered when you were suddenly nose blinded by the smell of sandalwood and poppy flowers, a strange combination. How did you not smell him coming before?

You opened the bag of snacks and began to eat from it, ignoring him as you stepped away from him and began to walk. You didn’t get too far before he eased his way beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side.

“Ugh, just leave me alone, Bakugou. Why does it even matter to you anyways? So what if I’ve got good news?”

He rubbed his arm against you, right on the back of your neck, affectively scenting you as inconspicuously possible.

“Watch your mouth, piggy. I’m just tryin’ to ask you a question, don’t be a bitch about it. You should be happy an apex alpha like me is showin’ attention to a fatty lil’ omega like you,” he spat, squeezing your shoulder a little too roughly. You put one hand onto his side and attempt to shove him off of you but he doesn’t budge, instead, he tightens his grip, “Just tell me an’ I’ll let go. I just wanna know what’s got lil’ Miss Piggy all dolled up.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him this so blindly or why you didn’t lie but maybe you just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna confess to the guy I like,” you admitted, your face warming up just the slightest at the mention of said guy who’s smiling face popped up in your mind, making you a little bashful.

Well, that threw him for a loop.

His grip on your shoulders loosen and you take the opportunity to slip out of his hold. You were about to take your leave when you were suddenly overwhelmed by his scent that seemed to maximize in potency, making you quickly cover your mouth and nose to block out as much as possible.

If you inhaled too much of an apex’s scent at such high volumes it could potentially force you into an early heat, which you didn’t want.

Panic started to kick in and you did the only thing you could think of in that moment— run.

You sprint away from the angered alpha who’s seething in pure, fearsome, rage. It’s no surprise that the sudden overflow of his scent has sent a few innocent omegas nearby into an early heat.

“Y/N!”

You hear him scream from where he is, making you pick up your pace, your breathing becoming labored as you moved as fast as you possibly could to get away from him. What was going on? Why was he so angry? What had you done?

You liked someone. You liked someone that wasn’t him. You were his. You were his mate, his omega, his toy, you were born to be with him, born to be bred by him. And now you decided to act out and try and ignore his obvious claims on your very being, your very soul.

…

The best thing would be to go home and hide, but— you couldn’t. You had to confess before you lost your nerve! Who cared about Bakugou and his little bitch fit? This was more important! A plan then came to mind, you would confess and then make your escape, now you just had to find the recipient of your feelings.

Finding him was a little troublesome, difficult actually considering how he didn’t like to interact with people much and always kept to himself. He was overall a rather shy guy who barely said a word but you liked him for those reasons, along with other reasons. He’d been forced to interact with you because of school but you had ended up getting closer and you could tell that he felt romantic things towards you too, otherwise you would have never risked confessing to him if that meant ruining your friendship and getting heartbroken.

“Tamaki!” You exclaim when you finally spot him, sitting down underneath a tree, reading a book. You felt bad for disturbing him but you had to do this quickly.

The dark-haired man quickly looked up from his book, his eyes widening when he spots you running towards him, looking like a frightened lamb and nearly drenched entirely in sweat. He quickly gets up onto his feet right when you try to skid to a stop in front of him, accidentally slamming into his chest because you didn’t stop in time. Luckily, he barely budged and caught you easily, looking down at you in confusion and worry.

He then gagged when a familiar scent filled his nose but it was a little more pungent than usual. It smelt like an angered alpha- who he knew all too well.

“A-are you okay?” He quickly asked, rubbing your shoulders before sending off his own scent in a few waves as an attempt to calm you. You slowly started to relax when lavender and fresh linen began to fill your nose, trying to catch your breath as you leaned into his touch. You had completely missed the way his face turned beet red, too focused on rubbing yourself up against him to rub his scent on you.

“‘m fine,” you muttered, slowly coming down as you caught your breath. He patiently waited for you to do so, his hands finding shelter around your waist as he held you close to his chest.

“Tamaki,” you started, looking up at him with determination in your eyes, “I like you.”

Your confession made his face burn even more, his eyes turning into saucers as he processed your words.

He remained silent, simply staring at you as his face only seemed to darken in color.

“Tamaki…?” You quietly asked, waiting for a response from him.

Nothing.

Just a deer in headlights, a strawberry deer who’s mouth gaped open like he’d just been cornered by an oncoming car.

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

Every second of silence was making you lose your steam and you could already feel an ache in your chest. Was he rejecting you? What’s going on in his head?

You began to pull away from him, worried that he was going to say something you didn’t wish to hear until he tightened his grip and then finally said something.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

Now it was your turn to be the deer in headlights but you end up nodding and giving him a smile, giving him permission to kiss you. And so he does, the tender kiss he presses against your lips is much more than you imagined. His lips are soft and plush, molding perfectly with yours.

This moment was all too surreal. You couldn’t believe your luck and you weren’t going to start doubting it anytime soon.

As you stood there sucking face with a man that wasn’t him, Bakugou stood nearby, watching from a distance, silently planning on how he was going to punish you and the man you had set your sights on. What comes next… is all your fault. This wasn’t how the plan was supposed to go, you had started acting out on your own too prematurely.

…

You and Tamaki had kissed for some time before finally pulling away to breathe, a bright smile appearing on your face as you rested your hands around his neck, his hands placed on your hips. A small smile adorned his face as you both silently stared at each other, his face not lowering in temperature.

“Do you wanna go out with me, Tamaki?” You ask, eyes looking over his face as you take him in fully.

Your question only makes his smile grow and he quickly nods before enthusiastically shouting, “Yes!” The sudden yell made you jerk back in surprise but you laughed lightly afterwards, your own smile only growing as you leaned up to give him another kiss.

How sickening. You’re out of your mind, you were already with him! At least he thought so. Yet, here you were, kissing another man, too soon, too early. This wasn’t apart of the plan.

Any logic that had been left holding him in place completely evaporated as he stalked towards the new happy couple who were sharing a few shy kisses, almost as if they’d been deprived for years.

It all happened so fast. Tamaki was snatched from you and pushed away out of your grasp. Your eyes flew open as you looked around in confusion, not sure of what had happened. You were stunned to see Tamaki being pinned against the tree he’d been sitting underneath just a few minutes prior, caged in by none other than your bully.

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’, NERD?” Bakugou shouted into Tamaki’s face, baring his teeth at the other alpha who stared at him in shock. You moved to grab Bakugou’s arm, pulling him as an attempt to ease up on the other, “Get off of him! What the hell do you think YOU’RE doing, Bakugou? Let him go, asshole!”

He turned his head and glared at you, “This is your fault. You shouldn’t have been fuckin’ around with people when you know you’re MINE.”

Scoffing at his words, you feel a rush of anger and shove him, even if it does nothing to move him, “I am not! I don’t know what’s wrong with you and your sick mind or what kind of delusions you have but I am NOT yours and I NEVER will be.”

Those aren’t the words you were supposed to say. You weren’t feeding into his perfect little fantasy like he wanted you to.

He pulled himself away from Tamaki and started stepping towards you, nearly foaming at the mouth in anger, “You think ‘m gonna just let you slut your way around under my nose? You’re fuckin’ stupid if you think that, piggy. I’m an APEX alpha, you were MADE for me. You weren’t made for anyone else but me and only me. This fuckin’ creep you’re lip-lockin’ with isn’t your mate, I AM.”

After hearing his delusional proclamation you clench your fist and shout at him, all of those months of being ridiculed had finally burst, “MATE? HOW CAN YOU CALL ME YOUR MATE WHEN ALL YOU DO IS TREAT ME LIKE SHIT? YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY, KATSUKI BAKUGO. I HATE YOU. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I HATE YOUR FACE, YOUR VOICE… EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU DISGUSTS ME!”

You pant after yelling on one breath, your chest heaving as you stared at him with nothing but hate in your eyes. Tamaki had moved from where he was forced, staring between the two of you, ready to interject if necessary.

“You… you don’t mean that,” the blond began, a crestfallen look coming over his features, “You’re lyin’. I hate liars. You’re a goddamn LIAR! You don’t hate me! You LOVE me, I know you do.”

Your brows raised at him, confused by how he had just totally skimmed over everything you said, further diving into his own hallucinations.

“I know you don’t mean it, piggy. Just apologize and I’ll forget this ever happened, okay? I won’t punish you if you say you’re sorry and you mean it,” he mumbles, almost like he’s trying to console you, “The last thing I’d wanna do is hurt you…” The look in his eyes suddenly switches up, the smell of his scent shifting around in ways that you never knew were possible. A terrifying glint and the softness of his voice sparked a sense of terror in you.

Punishment?

You need to leave. Now.

He takes a step toward you. You step back. He steps forward. You step back.

And then a hand is placed on his shoulder. Tamaki.

“I don’t know what your problem is but I don’t like the tone you’re using with my girlfriend,” Tamaki states rather darkly, squeezing the man’s shoulder, “You’re scaring her. Get a grip. She doesn’t like you and you’re not her mate.”

The new voice made Bakugou remember the scene that had unfolded in front of him a few minutes ago and he whipped around to deck the man who’d kissed you in the face. However, Tamaki stopped the punch from coming into contact with his face by catching it with his own hand.

The silence between them is nerve wracking, you can feel your own anxiety start to bubble up inside of you. You had never seen Tamaki act in such a way and it frightened you, it also aroused you but that was besides the point. Two alphas fighting was never a good thing and you needed to stop it, especially if it ended up being on campus. You didn’t want Tamaki to get expelled but you could give two shits about Bakugou after all he’s put you through.

“Tamaki,” you called his name and moved towards him to grab the hand that was unoccupied, “Let’s just go, he’s not even worth it.” The raven-haired man stares back at the blond before he eased up and stepped away, letting go of his fist. “Stay away from me,” you warned Bakugou, pointing a finger at him before you tugged Tamaki away, leaving the near heartbroken blonde where he was.

Why couldn’t you just apologize? Why couldn’t you just be a good girl? What comes next will be for your own good, even if it came a little too soon.

…

You hated to admit it but you were terrified. So frightened to the point where you had asked Tamaki if you could spend the night with him in his apartment. You couldn’t tell what it was but you knew that Bakugou had snapped, and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you stayed around him any longer. You’d been sitting on the couch in Tamaki’s dorm, currently wearing some clothes you’d gotten from your dorm before going to his place. Trying to distract yourself from whatever feeling that was in your stomach was especially difficult when every little noise nearly made you jump out of your skin. Tamaki sat beside you, an arm wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned into his side, burying your face into his neck to rub at his scent glands. He had turned on a movie and held you close, hoping to soothe you after the.. altercation.

He said nothing, but no words were needed, him being there was enough to at least ease a little bit of your anxiety. Eventually, you fell asleep, chubby cheek pressed against his chest as he pulled you closer to his body. His sweet princess, he’s loved you for so long and now you were finally his.

The male held you comfortably against him for just a bit longer, making sure you were deep in sleep, before grabbing his phone from his pocket, pressing a few buttons before holding the phone against his ear.

“Yeah… I got her here. That shit you pulled today was ridiculous though, you couldn’t have waited? You need to work on your patience, Bakugou. You and I have the same goal, you can’t just act out like that.”

“Whatever. Leave your window unlocked or I’ll break ‘em. And don’t fuckin’ touch her before I get there, nerd. Otherwise I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass-“

“We already agreed. It’s not my fault she actually likes me, and not you. Maybe if you were a little less insufferable she would have returned your feelings by now,” Tamaki commented before hanging up the phone, knowing that Bakugou would probably end up screaming profanities through the phone if he hadn’t.

He set his phone down and then turned his head to look at your sleeping face, cooing a little as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, watching as your nose scrunched up in confusion.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that creep today, princess. But I promise he’s not as bad as he seems. He’s just a little emotionally constipated,” he sighs, caressing your cheek before he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. As you slept, his hands began to wander, completely ignoring Bakugou’s words. You just looked so soft and malleable, it was hard NOT to touch you and plus you did agree to date him so this wasn’t that bad, right? Well, that didn’t matter.

He was already lightly brushing his hand over your thighs, lightly pinching and poking your pudgy tummy and had fondled your breast before pulling his hand away. It would be better if you were awake, he told himself, and he needed to prepare you soon. He was a little hypocritical about telling Bakugou to be patient when he was the one beginning to struggle to control himself, but he pulled himself together and stood up, scooping you into his arms to carry you carefully to his bedroom to lay you down on your back on top of his bed, sprawled out as he binds your wrists to the wire headboard using some silk wraps he just so happened to have, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment for quite some time.

You somehow managed to stay fast asleep despite him moving you around and touching you all over. That totally didn’t have to do with the drug that he’d slipped into your water earlier…

After you had been properly secured to his bed’s headboard, the sound of his window opening made him look up, seeing Bakugou come climbing through said window.

“Well, at least you’re useful sometimes,” the blond commented while brushing off his sweatshirt, moving to stand on the side of his bed while crossing his arms over his chest, peering down at your sleeping form.

“You’re late. Took you long enough,” Tamaki mumbled, going to shut the window afterwards before shutting the curtains.

“Tch, I got here, didn’t I? Hop off my dick.”

“Wasn’t on it in the first place.”

“Shut up. When’s she gonna wake up?”

“Hm..” Instead of answering, he moved to get closer to you on the other side of the bed and pinched your nose, temporarily stopping you from breathing.

You didn’t react at first but then it became hard to breath, forcing you to gasp for air while your eyes shot open, your body jerking upwards as you try to regain your control over your own body.

Tamaki moves his hand from your nose and quietly waits for you to relax, watching over you as adjust to everything in the room.

Where were you? What was going on? Why couldn’t you move like you wanted to? You looked around, trying to register your surroundings and shrunk back into the bed when you realized the two pair of eyes that were focused on you.

Your eyes widened when you noticed Bakugou smirking down at you while Tamaki remained emotionless, staring down at you as you tried to understand what was going on, what was happening.

The smell of these two aggressive alphas wasn’t helping you either and before you could control yourself your scent began to turn sour, an involuntarily whimper escaping your lips.

“Tamaki, what’s going on? Why is he here?”

The alpha reached over and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, “This is the best way to keep you safe, princess. We both love you and want the best for you. I know you don’t like Bakugou right now but you’ll learn to. He’s really not that bad.”

You could not fathom what was happening. You didn’t know what to say or what to do, not like you could do much when you realized that you had been tied up.

“What are you… What are you even saying?! Untie me right now!”

“Can’t do that, piggy. You’ll run away,” Bakugou finally speaks up, starting to release his scent in an overwhelming waves, “Just relax and let it happen. We’ll treat you right.”

His scent was soon joined with Tamaki’s, making it difficult for you to breathe. The more you inhaled their combined scents the heavier your body felt, every inhale hitting your core, forcing you closer and closer into an early heat.

You attempt to fight back, writhing and whining as you try and hold out of what they’re attempting to force you into.

Dealing with the powerful scent of one alpha’s scent was already hard enough but with the both of them pumping pheromones into the air, forcing it down your throat, you can’t hold out for much longer and before you know it— you’ve lost.

The spiderweb of heat exerts itself within you and you begin to squirm and tremble, the unforgivable waves of arousal striking you over and over again without remorse or mercy.

Your scent changes, heightening in sweetness, your underwear soaked with slick as your insides began to contract, ready to accept the children your body so desperately needed.

“She’s ready,” Tamaki lowly comments, as if he needed to in the first place since both alphas could smell you.

Bakugou wastes no time in getting on the bed to grab at your bottoms and tug them off, shoving them aside. The brief brush of his hands made you whimper in desperation, craving release.

“N-need… need to be—- bred,” you mumbled, glancing between the two alphas who had been looming over you, observing you, their cocks becoming painfully hard as they strained against their pants.

“Don’t worry about that, piggy. I’ll breed ya nice and full,” Bakugou hums, wasting no time in ripping your underwear clean off your body, starting to fumble with his pants so he could sink himself deep inside of you as quickly as possible.

“Who told you you could go first?” Tamaki questions, shoving Bakugou aside, “We haven’t even prepped her yet, meathead. You might end up breaking her in half with your beast dick.”

Bakugou growled at the other man when he was shoved aside but then smirked at the thought of breaking you beyond repair, “What other way ‘m I ‘sposed to do it then? Be gentle and kind like a little bitch? I ain’t like you, nerd.”

Tamaki groaned in realizing that there was no winning with this guy, turning his attention back to you when he noticed your eyes had been watching him intently, glazed over with lust.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll prep you good, just relax, alright?” He cooed, feigning a sense of comfort like he hadn’t just forced your heat on you.

He slips his hands underneath your shirt and then pushes up your bra, leaving your chest exposed for his eyes as he glanced over your nipples that perked up from just the slightest bit of exposure to a sudden gush of the air-conditioned breeze flowing through his apartment.

Nothing is truly clear to you and its almost as if the logical portion of your brain was taking a backseat to your lust. Perhaps that was a good thing, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to escape what was happening to you and you’d have to face reality.

Tamaki leaned down to latch onto one of your brown peaks, swirling his tongue around it before he bit down, leaving a print of his teeth. You yelped in surprise at the sudden action but didn’t shy away, only moving in closer to let him continue what he was doing.

While Tamaki abused your poor chest with bites and licks that would certainly leave your skin raw, Bakugou took the opportunity to get between your legs, burying his face between them while grabbing your legs to rest your plush thighs onto his shoulders and loosely around his neck. The added pleasure of him lapping up your slick and flicking his finger over your clit made your vision snowy and unfocused.

You couldn’t focus on just one pleasure, it was all too much, yet it wasn’t enough to fully satisfy you.

The two alphas ravaged you with their mouths, leaving you breathless and whining, your nails digging into the palms of your hands as they left crescent imprints into your skin, toes curling in response.

“Mmm… alphas!” You shouted, shaking violently as your climax started to creep up on you like a building tsunami.

The shout of their titles seemed to spur them on.

Suddenly, Tamaki is biting down a little harsher than before, nearly breaking the skin on one of your tits and Bakugou is sucking on your clit like he was going to die without it.

And that’s when it happens.

You gushed out essence right onto the blond’s tongue, eliciting an animalistic noise of pleasure from him as he got a better taste of the bittersweetness of your release. If there was one thing a heat could do it was make you hyper sensitive, a blessing and a curse.

He lapped at your heated folds just to clean you up completely before leaning back, unable to wait any longer as he unzipped his pants and yanked his cock from its confines.

Bakugou wastes no time, giving neither you or Tamaki a chance to say anything when he’s suddenly buried himself inside of you.

Your walls were resistance at first but then he dug his nails into your hips, the pain making you unconsciously open up for him, allowing him to ease further into you to the point where his balls rested right up against your ass. Your back arched off of the bed for the umpteenth time, fullness overtaking you when you felt him press right up into your womb.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” Tamaki asked after he noticed what Bakugou was doing. He had just released one of your overly sucked nipples from his mouth with a ‘pop’, watching Bakugou who decided it was his turn to go first.

“Shut up,” the blond groaned, finding it difficult to concentrate when your velvety walls kept clenching around his girth, sucking him in and awaiting his seed, “You talk too fuckin’ much.”

While Bakugou took you below, it was only natural for Tamaki to find a hole that was accessible for him but not in the way someone would expect.

He’s moved to the side of the bed to sit back on his legs, facing your side with his cock pressed against your cheek.

He wraps his hand around his length and begins to stroke slowly, looking down at you through his eyelashes, trying to get an accurate measurement of your feelings in the moment. You turned to meet his gaze, blinking back a few tears that had made themselves present on your bottom lids.

“Want me to untie you?” He asks, continuing to stare at you while jerking himself off.

Bakugou made no attempt to move just yet, simply savoring the feeling of your walls holding him in place, fluttering around him like the wings of a butterfly.

You quickly nodded at Tamaki, suddenly feeling the unbearable urge to touch one of them, both of them if you could reach.

He followed your request and did just that, unknotting the silk wraps from around your wrists to give you your control back- or, whatever little you had in the first place.

Your hand found itself replacing Tamaki’s hand, gripping and jerking his cock for him as he sighed in pleasure, allowing you to do whatever you wished.

It was then at that moment did Bakugou finally start to move, realizing that your attention hadn’t been on him. Something he had learned to loathe.

He pulled himself from you halfway and then slammed back in, the fat on your body jiggling with the intensity of his movement as you shouted his name, making you grip Tamaki’s cock a little too hard.

But it seemed the pervert alpha liked it, thrusting into your hand when you squeezed him just a little tighter.

You looked down at Bakugou who had began to thrust and thrust, crashing his hips into you as your slick spilled from the sides of your folds, coating his length. The squelching noise filled your ears and gave you a second of clarity, making you realize who had been fucking you and what state you were currently in.

You opened your mouth, about to shout at the blond who hammered away at your womb until that very same blond reached forward and pinched your clit, pulsating his fingers on its sides. Simultaneously, he continued to rut into you at a beast-like speed, making you bounce up and down, body ricocheting all over the place. Judgement disappeared from your mind as he began to play you like a fiddle.

Tamaki, on the other hand, while you had paused jerking him off, he continued to fuck your fist while Bakugou fiercely fucked your cunt.

With how intent Bakugou was on breeding you, you unconsciously gripped onto the object that just so happened to be in your hand, further aiding in Tamaki’s pleasure as he began to pant and whimper, still using your hand as a makeshift fleshlight.

“C-close,” he stammered out, his hips stuttering for a few seconds as he sped up his thrusting.

It only took a few more strokes before he began to paint your beautiful face.

Ropes of pearly white cum shot from his tip, hitting you right on the forehead. And then another rope came, coating your cheek, your nose, and your chin.

You were too stunned to do anything, shutting your eyes when his cum started to drip down as it threatened to get in your eyes.

You then felt a swipe of a finger over your forehead, stopping the cum from getting in your eyes. When the threat of the salty seed getting in your eyes was erased you looked up, catching the gaze of Tamaki who stared intently down at you and then licked his own cum from his thumb. He then flashed you a shy but dazzling smile, “Sorry, princess. Couldn’t help it.”

“Un-fuckin’-fair,” Bakugou spat from where he was, pausing his rutting to stare at the oddly intimate display in front of him, “I wanted to do that, shithead!”

“Don’t ruin the mood, Bakugou. Finish getting our princess off or I’ll gladly do it myself,” Tamaki spat, squinting at the other alpha.

That really pissed him off.

“Don’t,” he pulled out of you and began to slam back into you with each word, increasing his aggression with each thrust, “Tell,” slam, “Me,” slam, “What,” slam, “To,” slam, “Fuckin’,” slam, “DO!”

You yelped with each hit to your cervix that was nearly punctured, reaching down to grab at the wrist that held one of your hips in place, “TOO HARD!”

Why did you have to suffer the blunt of his anger?

Upon realizing what he had done, Bakugou looked down at you almost apologetically and then mumbled a sorry. But— he wasn’t truly sorry.

Especially not when he went back to the pace he was using before, placing both hands on your waist as he went back to breeding you relentlessly.

Tamaki reached past your lower stomach to take over Bakugou’s job of stimulating your clit, holding a hand over the nub just barely centimeters over it so that with each movement of your body being fucked in, your clit would graze over the palm of his hand.

They were driving you absolutely wild, you didn’t even feel your next climax coming until it was too late— another earthquake of pleasure shocking you into a wave of body spasms that made your legs cramp up.

You never knew you could get fucked so good to the point of getting a Charley horse but here you were.

Even after your climax, you’re forced to take each thrust from the blond between your legs, overstimulating your poor core as an aftershock orgasm hit you.

A few more of those and the alpha groaned out in pleasure, pulling you down onto his cock completely while halting his thrusts, pushing as deeply as he possibly could before releasing and painting the insides of your walls with his seed.

“Gonna give you my knot, piggy. You can take it, I know you can,” he sighs while leaning forward to place his hands onto the bed to support himself, the area beneath his cockhead beginning to swell up and expand inside you, effectively locking him into your womb to make sure that you catch every drop of his essence. The sudden expansion of his knot made you shake, a feeling of discomfort as well as the sense of satisfaction bubbling up within you. It seemed that your heat was being fed, finally.

“You said you weren’t going to knot her yet,” Tamaki frowned, rubbing at his temples, “Eh, guess it was my fault for thinking you could be trusted.”

“Ugh, just shut up already, elf ears,” Bakugou mumbled, finding it difficult to hold himself up as you take his knot, effectively draining him.

Ignoring the harshness of the blond, Tamaki rolls his eyes and wipes your face with the back of his hand, cleaning some of the drying cum from your cheek, “Are you alright, princess? I’m sorry that he’s so rough, but I can’t blame him… You’re irresistible.”

All you can do is blink at him a few times before offering a weak smile, soon sinking into a much needed rest. Oh did these two have hell to pay when you got the drugs out of your system.

Lmfao. I would love for that to happen

Ngh going to the laundromat across the street late at night cuz it’s the only time it’s not full, and there you fine Mikey waiting for his clothes in the washer, lollipop stick twisting up and down.

At first you walked past him with a fleeting look at the same time he momentarily looked your way, then the two of you do a double take at the same time, cuz fuck Mikey is handsome and damn where have you been in his life.

He talks to you while you load up the washer, smooth talker and a little too cocky, toeing the thin line between reckless and a bit unhinged- it’s hot regardless. And Mikey likes how you roll your eyes despite giggling so adorably to his nonsense, thinks that a pretty thing like you must be taken already and are only being nice to a random guy- then again, he doesn’t really care.

And, well, long story short, Mikey has you on top of your washer, a hand pressed on the back of your neck to keep you smothered on a breathless kiss, and the other is under your one of your thighs squeezed around his hips, your ankles locked on his lower back as he drops you over and over on his cock, with lewd and obscene “fwop fwop fwop” of squelching juices. As much as you tell him, beg him “s-slow down Mikey… the win-ndow, someone could see us~”, he can only think about how pretty you look under the pink neon light of the laundromat, specially when your eyes cross at the middle when you cum.

The next day you’re dazed and numb from the waist down, the best fuck of your life like never before. But part of you thinks it’s a onetime thing and you’d never really see Mikey again so you go on with the rest of your life without making such a big deal out of it.

Jokes on you tho. Now you got a gang leader absolutely obsessed with you uwu.

Yes yes yes to all I WANT no..NEED mean daddy deku. Please daddy please 🥵🥴🤤

PSSST mean dilf midoriya 😌

honey.... you menace. i was about to go get boba and you send me this...

are you talking about mean daddy deku who gives you an icy glare since you want to spend the day teasing him while he’s working from home.

mean daddy deku who broke 17 pens and pencils because he’s trying so hard not to take you on his desk right here right now.

mean daddy deku who’s breaking point was when you bent over picking up something while wearing that mini tennis dress with no panties.

giving him a delicious view of your ass and dripping cunt. how could you do that while he was in a phone meeting.

“i’ll have to talk to you guys later.” You heard the call end before hearing his heavy steps coming towards you. there was no where for you to run....

mean daddy deku who spanks you with his massive, rough hands until your mascara is running down your face. if you forget to count, he’ll spank you while using his quirk.

mean daddy deku who’ll edge you all night long even though you kept begging so sweetly to cum.

mean daddy deku who manhandles you in every position. he’ll go at an ungodly pace, not giving you a chance to adjust to his massive size as he degrades you.

“so pathetic, sobbing on my cock.”

“you’re nothing but fuck toy to me. do you understand”

“don’t you even think about cumming. only good girls get to cum.”

mean daddy deku who’ll finish before you do and leave you unsatisfied... like a proper fuck toy.

but he’ll make it up to you by taking you shopping and railing you to high heaven😌

i’m not going to edit this 💀

💦🔫🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

Call me “Master” (Shinsou x Fem Reader)

Alright, of all the Hitoshi’s I’ve written this is probably my favorite. It’s pretty hardcore so please be warned. Not for the faint of heart. bUT LIKE ALSO I forgot how much sweet consent stuff I put in here and I’m like elrkkj;qlekjr dawww. This displays a healthy master/slave dynamic and oh god does it make me fucking horny.

Kinks: degradation, humiliation, squirting, master/pet, toys, spanking, bondage, pain play, fear play, mind control, face fucking, harsh names, dirty talk

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You’d been aware of Shinsou Hitoshi’s sadistic side for quite some time. During play, you would notice him holding back, concerned about going “too far,” or at least, what he thought would be too far.

It was clear, however, that this restraint was for your benefit,

There was no doubt that once he reached that dominant headspace, Hitoshi was a predator, and you, his intended prey.

After your most recent mind-blowing scene, he was helping you come down when you thought you’d tell him what was on your mind.

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Oh daddy!! Please put me THROUGH it 🤤🥴🥵🥵🥵 take me out beefy deku😍🥴💦

Many thoughts, head full of chubby chaser pro hero Izuku who LOVES to manhandle his baby. Not even just sexually but in everyday life too. He likes how rough he can be and he KNOWS you have a muscle kink. Will just deadass fuck your standing up. No door or wall, just right there. Doesn’t even have to think about it. Yet you still have bruise prints all over you bc your just so soft and he was gripping so hard. And the whole time you’re just feeling his muscles flex. GOD and speaking of muscles, just think about how big his muscles would be and how nice they’d be to use to get yourself off. And bc he’s so strong that if he’s busy but wants to help he’ll just let you koala him and go at it. Doesn’t matter if he needs to do things that involve movement. He’s got you held up just fine.

And Like ik the fandom kinda thinks he’s a sub. But you’re telling me that you don’t think he would get so much more dominate now that he’s fucking huge and has control over OFA. Talk about the confidence boost he’d get. Especially after being kinda smaller his whole life. Just.....6’5+ Deku who’s all muscle is sooooo bad for my health🤤

this was the only deku on my mind constantly when I first started writing about him. like just a huge, big beefy man that can curl you with no fucking problem. he’s just so huge and strong and it makes me wanna go crazy

like you could just be so horny but he’s busy with paperwork, right? But he has to help his squishy baby. so he’s setting you on his lap, let’s you hump his thigh and get yourself off to your hearts content. if you haven’t finished by the time he needs something, he’s just standing up, let’s you hang from his neck, keep humping and rutting against his abs as he cups one hand under your ass. just imagining him leaning against the counter, drinking a cup of coffee with one hand and effortlessly holding you up with the other as he hums whenever you whimper about needing his cock to stuff you full.

if...if you couldn’t tell, I really really like big beefy deku 😳

Dilf retired assassin Izuku meeting you at the parent teacher night. You hand to stand in for your sibling since your parents were away. Your in the last year of college and already living alone. He chats you up while his kid and your sibling hang out and gossip about the teachers. He's kind and has a sweet smile but for some reason you can feel something dark and dangerous coming from him. As your leaving he stops you and asks for your number. He's blushing and rubs the back of his head with a scared hand. You give it to him with a smile. By the time you get home you already have a text from him.

The two of you chat and message for a little over a week when he finally asks you out. You go on a nice simple date. When he brings you home at the end of the night you invite him in. He's got a cute but strong face and his body is so damn ripped. You leaned against him while talking and you could swear you could feel some of his veins.

This man is wild. He walked in to your apartment and within 5 minutes was fucking you up against the wall. He hammered at your cervix refusing to give your pussy a break. When you squirted against his groin and stomach he laughed and changed his angle to make you cum again. You scream his name clawing at his back and begging him to make you cum again.

"Fuck you look like a pretty fuck doll on my cock. I never thought someone like me would get to see something so beautiful."