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So. Can I tell you. I. Cackled!!!!

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>【Bakugo】 rơųɬɛ

>chapter 1

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𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷𓅷

Everyone has a unique quirk. Who chooses who gets what? No one knows. But all is fine for the little girl who's quirk made her a puffin hybrid. Nothing wrong with it. For her. But her parents however have to keep her on a child leash just to stop her from going off to the first shiny object she could see.

Unfortunately your dad's grip on the leash was a loose and while he was talking to a fruit vendor, you made ease slipping the handle part out of his hand and trailing behind you as you spot ash blonde hair on a boy that looked the same age of you holding the hand of a perso. who was a carbon copy of him except female.

Following the duo around the street market was like a game for you. Your goal? Trying to pet the boys' hair. It went on for a couple of minutes before they stopped and you not paying attention hit the back of his mother's legs.

Her chuckles made you nervous and you start to swing your feet as she looked down at you, " Aren't you just a little cutie. You've been following us for awhile huh?"

Nodding your head before peering up at the lady, " you're pretty! Do you wanna be my friend? You can be my sneaky night time friend! My mom says my uncle had a bunch that's why my aunt left him. But I'm sure my mommy won't mind."

The sweatsdrop that left her forehead was enormous and if real could possibly drown the whole street.

"Where's your parents?" She bends down on her knees to meet your height and you tug on the sparkly unicorn leash.

“My daddy is always at the end of this thing." You tug on it with ease and as if you were a magnet it comes near you with a ’swfpt’ sound thwacking your wrist making a hiss leave your beak making tiny tears come up.

“what a fucking dumbass.” The blonde boy final speaks up making you tilt your head.

‘dumb? Ass? What’s a dumb ass? Is it food?' You kept thinking to yourself until his mom brought you out of your process.

“Katsuki bakugo! That’s no way for a hero to fucking speak, young man.” She knocks him upside the head with her fist making him hiss.

“quit it ya’ fucking old hag,“ he rubs the back of his head before pointing to you,“ c’mere you penguin girl. I’m going to be a hero so i’ll help you.“

In a flash you clung to his arm, “ wow! Just like allmight and eraserhead? Thats so cool.” You could see him swell in pride not even noticing you petting his fluffy hair.

It took a hour before you saw your dad walking around and heard him calling your name.

“DADDY! look, look. Mr.Pomeranian helped me find you. He’s my hero.” You could see the heart eyes form as you look at Bakugo.

“It’s katsuki bakugo. Not no fucking Pomeranian.” You nod your head and squirm out your dad’s hands as he talked to the lady,mitsuki.

You twirl your foot in a circle and shyly walk up to the boy you deemed your hero and before he could respond you nuzzle his face and run away back to your dad’s leg not witnessing bakugo’s fiery red face.

"Let’s play again tomorrow ‘Suki." You cuddled into your dads arm as the sunset before you.

" Daddy? What’s a dumbass?” Your eyes were clothes and this makes your dad cough up colorful snow cones.

“when did you have snow cones.“ sdking suspiciously and he tells you a lie that someome just offered them to him but in reality he wasnt even looking for you immediately as he was to busy chowing down on samples to notice you were gone.

He was to caught up trying to come uo with more lies to notice you had ran off again to follow a lady’s big feathery hat.

“y/n? Y/N?! oh god dammit.“

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, implied(ish) mafia!kats, choking, exhibitionism, cockwarming, riding, mild corruption themes, degradation, whore/slut!calling. minors dni!

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"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your friend—I wanna get to know you better."

“Um, excuse me? Have you seen my friend?”

The ash-blond swimming in smoke stills, mid-conversation with some half-dressed woman to his right. In fact, all the half-dressed women snap their heads your way, all ten of them, sizing you up in your non-promiscuous dress and heels (not compared to theirs, at least) and obvious awkwardness and uncouthness. The ash-blond frowns.

“How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”

“Um,” you glance at the green-haired bouncer who let you through—he’s too busy guarding the entrance to notice. “I just pretended like I knew who you were and he...let me in?”

“Fuckin’ Deku,” the ash-blond groans, rubbing a hand over his face before tossing it over the back of the booth. “Whadd’ya want?”

“Um, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend,” you repeat, hands fiddling with your bracelets as you crack under the pressure of all the eyes. “She’s um, kinda short with long brown hair. I don’t...it was hard to see the color of her dress in the dark, but I think it was purple?”

The ash-blond blinks as you fumble over your words, causing a second of silence where he does nothing but stare until he snaps, digging his cigar into the ash-tray with finality.

“All right. Shoo, ladies.”

The women surrounding the ash-blond whine and boo. He seems unfazed though, simply shrugging as he says:

“Gotta help this pretty thing find her friend.”

The women clear out quickly and quietly after that. And though you’re unsure why, many of them shoot very nasty looks your way as they pass under the neon red exit sign and into the chaotic club. They look like they want to kill you.

Anyways.

“So...does that mean you know where my friend is?”

“Nope,” the ash-blond says, popping the ‘p’ as he adjusts to the extra space in the booth. “But you get a solid fuckin’ view from up here. Sit.”

You nod and take the spot next to him, scanning the crowd below with narrowed eyes. You look for something, anything that could hint at where your friend could be, but wind up empty-handed.

"D'ya come here often?" he asks, and you shake your head.

"No. I mean, I heard the place is kind of new anyway, so," you shrug absentmindedly. You think you see your friend for a second, just catching a glimpse of brown hair, but once the girl turns, it's clear she's not who you're looking for. Dammit.

"Guess so," the man grunts. You hear him shift but you don't look. "The o—"

"Shoes, did you see her shoes?" You ask before realizing your thought process is light years ahead of his. He gives you a blank look. "I mean—sorry, they're like, really high stilettos with gold on the bottom. I think."

The stranger's angled eyebrows drop. "No."

"Dammit," you click your tongue, before turning back to the crowd. No...no...no...no...

"Listen, I'm not gonna sugar coat it—I don't give a fuck about your friend." He says with a sigh. Your head snaps to look at him because it doesn't matter if he meant it, that's rude, but your thoughts disintegrate into nothing as he grabs you by the chin and says, "I wanna get to know you better."

"Um," You swallow. He's close to the point where your eyes cross trying to put him into focus. "M-Me?"

"You," he confirms with a cocked eyebrow. "What, never been the center of attention before, Princess?"

You falter. Not like this.

"So," he continues when you don't respond. "What's your name, Princess? I'm Katsuki."

You give him yours and meet his hand halfway for a handshake, much too aware of how big it is compared to yours. Katsuki hums, both arms on either side of your being and ultimately, caging you to the booth.

"Y/N..." He repeats, experimentally, like he's trying to see how it fits in his mouth. You don't mind the way it sounds coming from him. "I like it.”

"O-Oh, um," you're unsure of what to say, so you do nothing but blush and place a hand to his chest. You try your hardest to hide your surprise upon feeling how firm it is. "Thank you."

"Don't gotta thank me for stating the obvious," Katsuki grunts, adjusting so his eyes are leveled with yours. "What do you like to do, Y/N?"

There's a hand on your thigh.

It sits right where your dress stops, and it burns—but you find yourself unsure of what you want it to do, whether you want it to go away or continue its journey up. And that's exactly what it does, as Katsuki thumbs the hem to your skirt and you try your hardest to focus on your reply.

"U-Um..." you panic, too much heat in his eyes for comfort. "I don't know."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow in faint amusement, "You don't know?"

"W-Well, I mean—!" You try after realizing how utterly empty-headed you must sound. Katsuki's chuckle diffuses your efforts fairly quickly.

"You're cute, you know that?" He says gruffly, carmine red eyes burning through the dark of the club. You suppress the urge to shrink.

"I—um, thank you," you flush embarrassingly red. Katsuki's eyes study your being for a moment, flickering up and down, and up again until he's tapping the side of your thigh twice.

"Sit in my lap, Princess."

He guides you using your wrist and for some reason you allow him to guide you into his lap, grunting as he nestles you on him comfortably as he overlooks the club. You falter upon feeling something...strangely hard. “What’s that?”

“My dick,” Katsuki grunts, almost absentmindedly, and yet the vulgar comment takes you so off guard that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh.”

“‘S your fault for gettin’ me all worked up, Princess,” Katsuki’s hands find their way around your waist before they’re guiding your hips into rolling small, smooth circles against him. Katsuki’s back thumps against the back of the booth as he admires the view, groaning behind a bitten lip. “Told ya to sit still and you didn’t listen.”

You suppose that’s valid.

Plus, you’re enjoying the little groans he’s letting out—along with the sharp inhales when your hips dig harder into his.

“How um—how do I help?”

“Just keep sittin’ pretty, Princess,” Katsuki growls, and you nod, allowing him to guide your hips to his will. It’s a lot of movement, and you find yourself shying away from the balcony as he hikes your dress up to your waist—ultimately exposing the entirety of your lower half. Your goosebumps rise.

“What if people see?”

”They won’t. We’re too high up,” Katsuki soothes, rubbing a thumb over your ribcage as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “And if they’re fuckin’ nosy? Let ‘em see. The sick fuckers will appreciate the show.”

Let them see. You shiver at that.

Katsuki’s running his hot hands all over your body and they make you feel nothing short of sexy, sliding them up the sides of your body until they curve over your breasts, and drop back down to your hips. They move as if they’re mapping out your body, trying to figure out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble, and you sigh along with the satisfying glide.

“Fuck...you have a better body than those girls ever will,” he groans, but you flush at the way he seems to say it more to himself than to you. “Fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”

“T-Thank you,” you flush, unsure if you were supposed to take the praise or not. Katsuki chuckles.

“So fuckin’ cute, too. You’re welcome, Princess.” His hands move from your waist to the sides of your thighs, tapping twice with open palms. “Squat.”

“Squat?” You confirm with furrowed eyebrows. Katsuki grunts and manhandles you to your feet with a sigh. There isn’t a whole lot of space between the booth and the railing, forcing you to fold over the banister with the cool thing pressing into your gut and your arms keep you from falling completely. You shiver from the cool air as his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties, and then you feel something hot kiss your entrance before Katsuki’s guiding you back down using your hips.

You’re full of him, immediately, and you struggle to hide a whimper as he wastes no time in bottoming out.

“O-Oh—“

“Never had somethin’ this big before, huh Princess?” Katsuki’s strained voice is the only evidence that lets you know he’s feeling good, and you’re tightening around him with a nod.

“N-No, definitely not.”

You have to rest your head against the buzzing railing to just breathe through it, to adjust, and Katsuki chuckles at your shuddering chest. He taps a steady rhythm that matches the beat of the music into your side but doesn’t move, and you find a strange comfort in the vibrating club, with the addition of something inside you providing a uniquely comfortable warmth.

"C-Can I—"

"No," Katsuki grunts, placing heavy hands on your hips to ensure you'll stay in place. "Find your fuckin' friend, first. Y'got a good view."

You whimper and nod, resting your forehead against the cool railing. Fuck—he fills you up too well. As you watch people live their lives down below, you rake your eyes through the crowd in search of a purple dress—and you come up empty.

"I-I don't even know if she's here," you defend, chest shuddering. Katsuki chuckles, though it's laced with something heavier.

"Really? 'Cause you were so fuckin’ sure about twenty minutes ago."

Katsuki's hand cracks against your ass—with a sound you're surprised no one heard over the music—and you yelp. "Dirty fuckin' girl, grinding back on my cock. Impatient girls get punished, you know."

You nearly moan behind a bitten lip. You weren't even aware you were moving.

“F-Found her,” you barely croak out, so relaxed your upper body practically drapes off the balcony. Katsuki snorts, leaning forwards so his mouth is flush against the back of your neck—you gasp from the adjustment.

“Prove it.” He grunts breathily, clearly in a similar condition.

“U-Um, the gold stilettos," you barely manage, and Katsuki hisses as you tighten around him to point down into the fray—lo and behold, there she is, in the middle of the goddamn dance floor with some guy you've never seen before. You...suppose you're in a similar situation. A better one.

"Good girl," the ash-blond coos. Shivering, your hips rolling on their own, but this time Katsuki lets them. You don't stop. “Fuckin’ choking my cock, shit.”

His hands get a little shaky and though it’s hard to discern through your own arousal, you take note of how thin his voice sounds, and continue to roll your hips in the way that makes him shiver. Katsuki starts to trail kisses up your neck which turns into a bite of your earlobe, causing you to hiss from the feeling.

“‘S good?” You ask—Katsuki’s chest vibrates against your back.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he huffs, guiding hands sliding down your waist. “Keep goin’.”

Not that you were planning on stopping.

Katsuki’s hands slide between your thighs to rub at your clit. You nearly shout, thighs seizing, and the ash-blond chuckles at your inability to stay quiet as if he wasn’t sliding a free hand up your dress to play with your chest.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl—you aren’t even trying to hide it now, are ya? Moanin’ in the club like a goddamn whore.”

You nearly choke at that, slamming a hand over your lips to muffle the sound. Not that anyone would be able to hear you over the club music, but still. Public decency.

Either way, your reaction has Katsuki chuckling, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder as he says, “You like it when I call you dirty, Princess? You like when I point out how fuckin’ filthy you are for me?”

You nod your head vehemently, now bouncing on Katsuki’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm—and you figure the slap on your ass is a signal to respond.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-Yeah, I do,” you whimper, and Katsuki’s hand crawls from your breasts to your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply in the best way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nearly gasping as you slur:

“Gonna—gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock in the middle of a club, huh?” Katsuki’s chuckle strains from arousal and you’re positive he’s not that far behind. The hand on your clit speeds up and Katsuki curses as you tighten around him, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder.

“Cum for me, Princess, fuckin’ do it—“

You squeeze around him with a shout before your orgasm comes over you, shoulders shuddering. Katsuki groans out a broken good girl before his hips buck and grip tightens around your waist as he cums, hands guiding your hips to ride both of your orgasms out until they finally come to a still.

You shiver as Katsuki catches his breath in your neck. Eventually, your racing hearts beat in time with the music and bodies cool enough to not feel so slick with sweat, and finally, Katsuki pulls out with a groan. He doesn't remove you from his lap, though.

"You good?"

You nod, fixing your hair in hopes that you'll look more put together than you feel. "Yeah—yeah I'm fine. You?"

Katsuki turns you in his lap to face him (though it does take some awkward clambering due to the limited space). He zips up his fly and you pull down your dress, the next steps about as uncertain as walking in the dark.

"Why're you asking me?"

"I dunno," you shrug, bottom lip poking out in indifference, "Pussy can take a lot out of a guy, I guess."

Katsuki's pale pink lips slide into a lazy smile, and he drops his head with a snort. "I—yeah okay. Sure."

"What?" You giggle, gesturing at his heaving chest before crossing your hands over yours with a huff. "You're out of breath, aren't you? I did all the work."

Katsuki chuckles at your petulance, shaking his head in defeat, "Y'got me there."

He rests his head against the backboard of the booth to give you a look. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel exposed nonetheless, and you struggle not shrink from it. He licks his lips, "You drink, Princess?"

"Depends," you shrug. The ash-blond grins.

"What do you like?"

"Shirley Temples," you giggle, coiling your arms around his neck. Katsuki's hands return to your waist and it's...comfortable. "Why, you wanna buy me one?"

Katsuki makes a face that signifies yes, he does, and you follow his eyes in peering towards the dance floor again. You see your friend exactly where you saw her last, and upon feeling eyes on her, she looks around to find yours. She shoots you a wink—you roll your eyes.

"What about your friend?" Katsuki snorts, lifting an eyebrow. You snort.

"I found her, didn't I?" You wink, standing to your feet to pull him towards the bar. "Now c'mon! Doing all that work made me thirsty."

click to return to CLUB 777.

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cough because of bakugou’s quirk, not only is he hard most of the time, but he’s sensitive bc of the extra blood flow. you could probably see the veins on his dick throbbing prettily from just a light blow of air. he cums with his full body because of this too, words turning into simple minded grunts and grunts turning in to keens cause, “fuckin’. tight.” not only that, but if he ever fingered you, you’d be just as sensitive. he loves rolling you onto your back and playing with your hole, rubbing around and inside and out, pulling and rubbing at any flesh that’s now puffy and flushed. laughing when you jerk and ask for a break, only to cry as he forces you to cum within inconceivable time frames of ten seconds while only rubbing the feverish skin. he loves the control he has over you so easily, but he’s always blown away when you get that control back cough

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.

So freaking beautiful 🤤

Mother of God just take me!!! 🤯🥴🤯🥴🥴🥴🥴💦💦💦☠️☠️

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Monster match for the lovely @teenagezombiekryptonite​​ <3 I couldn’t tag you!

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Content: NSFW/Lemon; mutual pining, friends to lovers, use of endearment “sweetheart”, intimate embraces (cuddling, thigh touching), slight possessiveness, teasing, flirting, kissing, lingerie on reader, light choking, teasing, nipple play, marking (love-bites, tusks), fingering, slight praise kink, penetrative sex (no mention of protection or explicit release), clitoral play

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Took a second but damn near feral izu I'm here for!!!

Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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SUNDAY’S BEST

Ft. NANAMI KENTO

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━PAIRINGS: Preacher Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━CW: barely any religious mentions, established marriage, dub-con, somnophila, oral(f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, (f)masturbation, car sex, mating press, heavy breeding kink, public(ish) sex, creampie

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𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━FROM CHRIS: I mean…it’s nasty. But believe it or not, i rlly love Nanami :3

A preacher’s child.

They say the life of one is filled with the hardest expectations to fill. Constantly being judged, constantly under watch, and constantly forced to hide their true selves. The unrealistic standards shroud their thoughts and the forced reputation of the family name and honor hinders their every move.

Secrets become the only choice and the dark side of their lives becomes a relief. Their days are filled with nothing but being the “good kid” and the “best role model for all” who pass through the holy doors every Sunday morning.

But…does anyone ever wonder about the preacher’s wife? 

The one who shines above all just for ditching her maiden name for one doused in holy virtue. The one who has no choice but to have a warm and welcoming heart for everyone scattered about the church. The traits of kind and gentle are immediately attached to her name, assuming the same temperate position as the preacher. 

She’s never found too far from her husband either, usually residing at the very front of the pews, hands politely folded atop the plush curve of her tightly pursed thigh. She could be found there every Sunday, even Wednesdays if a bible study was called for. The kind, gentle woman who supports her husband with the occasional glimmering smiles of white and endearing head nods of reassurance. 

All while trying extra hard to keep those pesky rivulets of white seeping through her panties from wandering onto the sacred scene. 

It’s a reality some could never dream of, but one you couldn’t have thought would be shown to you by the town’s very own beloved Nanami Kento. 

Righteous in front of others but salacious when with you—just the traits picked up by his youth. He was once known as the preacher’s kid, quiet and reserved with only a collection of words to say. He only ever did speak when spoken to, could recite ten verses with ease, and was honored as the perfect child. 

Since your younger days as well, you pondered all too aimlessly about Nanami. He was never found with a genuine smile or tone, never was found playing after service with the other children, or even strolling around the neighborhoods with a friend or two.

Pity stained your tongue unwantingly, the urge to help him being repressed by other thoughts. All you could’ve done was pray that he’d be freed of what troublesome chains held onto him, that one day life would hold no limits for him in the days to come. 

Though, such prayers could have never prepared you for today’s realities, Nanami now pursuing priesthood with you as his bride. 

Since taking on the role of wife and finally entering the daily life of Nanami Kento, there were a couple of things to make note of. 

One: he was nothing of what his former timid character made him out to be, now becoming more vocal with his wants and needs. 

Two: as much as he enjoyed a set order and routine, Nanami welcomed life’s spontaneous moments all the same. 

And lastly: his stamina was one for the books.

It’s a blessing to him honestly, being rewarded with a beautiful woman like yourself. Truth be told, he’s had his eye on you since your shared days of youth. If not for the buried confidence and the shielding of negative thoughts, he would have never taken the first step to pursue a relationship with you.

But it was only with you that Nanami found himself reaching deep within to discover who he truly was. 

A man forever indicted in carnal lust.

He knew it from the first date and withdrew from it until your wedding night, wanting to tear and replace every bit of clothing from your body with his own warmth. There wasn’t a night he remembered where he didn’t wish to indulge in you, sending the thick crown of his cock to kiss at your cervix.

There wasn’t a night where Nanami didn’t want to fill your ears with nothing but the sound of him and him only, spilling the slurred speech of how well your pussy could take him. He was driven near mad in all honesty. Restraint was the only thing, wanting to holdfast onto what morals remained. 

Yet, marriage only seemed to bring all this rush of desire and more to light, Nanami now harboring the urge to fill your cunt with the white-hot pools of his cum. It was a rush that he wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world. Just to feel how his tummy would tense, skin running hot with a licking heat, and his mind thrown into complete turmoil—all to hear you squeal at the addictive sensation was all he needed. 

But there came a condition with his sudden obsession; he would only do so on a Sunday—both before and after service. He couldn’t tell you why but he swore it was only on Sundays that he felt heavier, neediest, and too pent up for words.

So, on the days that Sunday did roll around, he’d wake up a whole hour before you did, his eyes cracking at six o’clock sharp. He’ll lay there for a few minutes, heavy lids perched on the sight of you—his sleeping beauty laying without the duvet’s restriction to his eye.

He breathed it all in, from the small pout consuming your lips, the silky cream night slip dress rising with your flooding chest, down to the precious moans mindlessly leaving from you. He often found himself, sneaking a hand behind his briefs to lace around the thick girth of his shaft. A subtle squeeze led to a groan of deliverance he couldn’t afford. 

He picked himself up from beside you, carefully slotting his body between what space was offered by your thighs. The mattress only caved to his body’s contours, sinking especially deep around his perched forearms. His hands cup at your inner thigh, the pulsing pry granting him more room for comfort. 

Nanami knows just how much you look forward to Sundays too, your excitement leading you to take the proactive route. That fact alone is why Nanami’s greeted by the sight of your bare cunt, the pads of his fingers gravitating to the puffy lips. The initial skim of his touch is nothing short of gentle and lingering, minding that he doesn’t slip any further. 

It’s when Nanami’s fingers finally pull apart the lips of your cunt that he falters, allowing a shushed “fuck” to fall from his lips. Even beneath the sun’s latent rays of light, he can see all he needs too—the soft curves of your folds sticky and ridden in slick, the dormant hood of your clit throbbing with the heat of greed.

There’s nothing that really comes to mind when Nanami’s like this, biting back the urge to smother your pussy in his ministrations. But he wants to tease you, bring you to a point just to take it all back. His thumb retires from rest, softly swiping at your clit for his own self-amusement. 

There’s something in it for him, more than his pleasure and more than your orgasm. What Nanami really loved about your pussy was the response, being able to visually watch every single one of his actions settle into your core. Everything he does comes back to him, either in a twitch, a fluttering gasp, or even the uncontrollable spasms of a squirt. 

But for today, all Nanami sought after was for the cute bulb of nerves to kiss at his tongue with a prickling streak of pleasure. He was too quick to remove his essence sullied thumb from you, eyes hinged onto the thinning trail connecting you both. His tongue hurried to replace the fading warmth by pressing against your folds, the delicate sheets parting around him.

What pulls the breathless moan from his chest is you, the rivulets of your taste drizzled all over his tongue. He still can’t believe that a few lazy swirls from his thumb could stir you up like this, enough to get you this wet but still casted away by sleep’s hand.

Either way, a complaint couldn’t have fallen from his lips. Instead, Nanami had a tranquil notion in his mind to take control, his eyes coming to a fluttering shut. It’s why his tongue can drag up to your clit ever so slowly, just to drag down to your slit swiftly.

When he does return to the glimmering bud, it’s nothing but careful nudges. He can feel it too, how your clit begins to harden against him, how the blood all falls to meet his touch. It’s the hot pulses that turn Nanami on all the more, almost as if you’re begging for a break. 

And maybe if he wasn’t so far gone, he’d give you that well-deserved break. Yet, he shines a grin fit for the devil at how generously swollen the tender pearl’s become. It’s a sign of just how close you are and who was he to deny you of any pleasure?

His lips come to a close just above your pussy, sealing off your clit within. Cheeks are hollowed and Nanami can’t control anything else from that point on—not that he really wanted to. It’s out of the kindness of his heart that Nanami’s thumb drifts between your folds once more, grazing along the gummy sheets to soothe over the incoming high. 

Unfortunately, poor Nanami’s so invested in you that he doesn’t notice your hand landing on his head, lithe fingers grappling through the bed of untamed blonde. He doesn’t even notice your hips shuddering from him, trying to pull back from the onslaughts of his worked jaw.

It’s not until Nanami finally decides to greet you that he notices how soaked the bed is underneath you or how his chin faces the same fate. All he does is bring his lips to ghost over the adorably perked hood, ending it all off with a kiss. 

“G’Morning, Sweetheart. Let’s get ready for service, yeah?”

That’s all he leaves you off on, a smug smile and some words before his feet hit the hardwood floor of your bedroom. It’s become normal to him but indescribable for you. As to how he can brush off his lustful whims in an instant fell nothing short of a mystery —considering how the proof laid right before your eyes. Even with disbelief written on your face and a chest desperate for air, you still cared to trudge behind Nanami to start your day.

The clock sits at seven-thirty by the time you and Nanami settle into the car. It’s almost like a clean slate had been taken upon by you both, dressed in the cleanest of attire. His once untamed blonde locks were replaced with his usual style, nothing a pull of a comb couldn’t fix.

A plain navy suit found itself onto Nanami’s body with not a wrinkle in sight. Yet as for you, Nanami really couldn’t keep his eyes off you. In your opinion, it was a lackluster black dress and paired heels that suited anyone at any time. In his opinion, it was everything he lived for. 

When Nanami turns his head to feed his excitement of you, he’s met with the sight he’ll never get over: you with closed eyes, biting down on your finger out of concern. Legs parted just slightly with a small hand tucked beneath your dress. The silent squelches tell Nanami all he needs to know—you were stretching yourself out just for him.  

He gawks at you for just another moment, turning his sights back onto the road in silence. It’s the awkwardness instilled in Nanami that gets him so flustered, a feeling he knows may never overcome.

You being the only other woman in his life weren’t much help either. There are still days when he’ll come to a loss of words, falling into a mindless ramble out of embarrassment. His composure’s lost to the stars and suddenly coherency is out of his reach.

For now, he braces himself for as long as he could, his hand gripping the steering wheel that much tighter until he arrives at the quaint lone-standing building known as the church. But he dare to not stare at the sacred home, his hungered eyes tracing something more interesting. 

A display of mindless behavior really, Nanami’s hand latching onto your wrist. He pulls your hand from between your thighs slowly, fetching the glistening digits to his lips. Of course, he’ll stare right at you as he’s busy cleaning up your mess, his tongue following the glossy strings laid about. It’s only when a simple question rolls from his mouth that you can comprehend his current state of mind. 

“I think we can squeeze a quickie in, what about you?”

You offer him a weak nod before climbing into the backseat, hands tugging at the dress to encircle your waist. Before you could even blink, Nanami’s hovering over you while fidgeting with his belt’s buckle. 

It’s in the heat of a moment like this that you don’t seem to recognize the man you married. You can’t help but form such opinions, asking yourself ridiculous questions without true answers.

Where was the docile boy that existed? Who would only speak when spoken to and stray from any behavior disapproved by his elders? 

Now here he was before you with anticipation heavy on the brain. He isn’t bothered enough to tug at his tie or to unbutton his shirt, opting to slip free from the navy jacket before resting on his haunches. His hands cup the underside of your knees, making it that much easier to press your thighs to your chest.

The pretty swell of your cunt’s lips catches Nanami’s eye, his fingers senselessly drifting against the cloth. He’s so specific to not tear your panties, hooking the soaked inseam to sit along your inner thigh. 

His hand finally slips past his pants to free his cock from the hellish confines, greeting your eye with a dangerous grip. Time was fond of Nanami, ensuring that each second was savored in bliss as he presses the head of his cock to your entrance, the pink crown ripe with the softest of twitches and the thickest of veins just begging for relief.

Elation springs to the forefront of Nanami’s brain, clouding him from the hold of sensibility. His hips almost move for themselves, driving forward in a drunken fury. First, it’s the tip that fills you, barely stretching you for what’s to come. Inch by inch, he’s patiently waiting for the moment where all you know, think, and feel is him.

He loves it truly, watching your eyes widen at the realization, your hands reaching to cover your lips riddled with spit. There’s a certain gasp that takes over your lungs that utterly spoils his ears. Call it a hint of pride, but when that gasp rings from your lips, Nanami can’t help but turn on his ego.

He knows just how deep he was and well he’d fuck that fact out of you, a lesson he swears you seem to forget. But it’s the recoil that drains Nanami for all he’s got, the suffocating clench of your walls pulling such a pretty mewl from his knitted lips. It’s his undoing, pulling from the beckoning thumps of your cervix to press restart on all he’s accomplished for the moment. 

And it’s so unforgiving, the cold etching along his shaft while the head of his cock sits snug with just the slightest peek of pink to meet his eye. His hands search for refuge at the back of your thighs, his nails sinking into the trembling flesh. That same cold is his so-called “excuse” for snapping his hips once more, burying himself in you all over again. 

What follows isn’t simply Nanami rutting himself to absolute filth, of course it isn’t. It’s the insatiable craving pitted at the depths of his tummy, aching for a solution. He’s caught in a blinding lust, unsure of what to chase but knows what the outcome will be. He’s addicted to it, sending his cock so deep inside you, hearing the clashes of skin, down to overseeing you lose all control. 

Sure, there’s a sadistic undertone beneath his amusement but it’s all if nothing but gratitude. He can feel how edged you are, the shivers ripping across your skin, the jolts of your hips when he’s grazing your clit with how close his pelvis was.

He loves watching you lose yourself in it…not to mention in him. Because of that lewd expression of unhinged gratitude is why Nanami can’t help to lean in closer, cutting off the moronic babbles with a kiss. 

Though, just when Nanami thinks he has the upper hand, you always manage the fruit of control right from his hand. The switch in power is so subtle but gradually becomes noticed. By the flutters of your walls, it’s no longer a want to fill you in Nanami’s mind—it’s a need.

That need, or any need really, drives any sane person insane. The urges can no longer be repressed and suddenly it’s itching at their skin, a spot so distant that nothing but the fulfillment of your desires can alieve.

Nanami’s breathing so much harder now to combat his rousing sensations, the head of his cock spry with fizzing nerves. He wants to stop, take a break and cool the rising heat within his body. But when your walls flutter around him again, the quiet and sealed-off mouth of his loses grip and the drivels of pleas fall from his lips all too easily.

But he can’t.

It’s the need that serves a new purpose in Nanami, closing what distance existed to send his cock that much deeper. He’s practically brimming with heat, the veins lining his shaft suffering beneath the exertion of greed. The fat of his cock rests so homely along your walls now that he’s comfortable with letting himself go, his head dropping within the crook of your neck.  He had to make sure every drop would stay, you did have a prayer service to endure, after all.

In his last words, that’s when the hints of dominance seep through. 

“Pretty lil’ pussy’s gonna take everything fr’ me, right?”

Your head unleashes a spool of unhinged nods, serving as enough reason for Nanami. The thick ribbons of white catch onto your womb, drowning you in his scent. It’s so much this time around too, more than the previous Sundays he’d taken to fill you.

The palms of your hands fall over your eyes, using all the latent energy to control the strength of your own orgasm. Your legs trembled from the weight of it alone, triggering tears to crowd at your lash line. Your efforts wouldn’t have been in vain, avoiding all of his hard work to dress his cock in a devastating shade more shameful than white. 

When he manages to catch a breath amidst it all, his eyes dart down to his watch for the time.

8:05 AM.

With mass starting at the sharp time of 8:45, Nanami couldn’t have allowed another minute to pass him by. Not if he wanted his darkest secret displayed for the passing church-goers to see. 

He regretfully drew back from you, tugging your panties back into place. Mentally, he cursed the reality he’d face in a few hours: all of his cum soaked into the cotton. It’d be impossible for you to hold everything, he knew that. Putting his trust in a fading hope, Nanami laid his hand upon you, fingertips drumming a soft rhythm at your lower tummy as he spoke

“Keep it safe for me, Honey. I don’t wanna see a single drop wasted.”

With Nanami’s help, you soon found yourself resting in your usual spot amongst the pews, the first row closest to his reach. Throughout the service, you kept your legs especially tight. You didn’t have to make any eye contact with Nanami to know that his eyes were pinned on you.

He only did ever see you in the crowd, cheering him on with a smile. The pit of his stomach floods with butterflies, fighting a giggle from erupting from his lips.   

After all, with his cum nuzzled oh-so deep inside you, why wouldn’t he?

The holy hour of service concluded just around ten, ending with Nanami and you greeting everyone at the door. The cheerful smiles displayed on your faces are only founded on a facade, the same antics of the morning carrying on. To the people’s eyes, Nanami casually has a hand resting along your lower back, keeping his wife close. 

But you knew what stood behind the act, his fingers slipping warily underneath. He’s playing with the hem of your panties this time, the pads of his digits slinking past the obstruction. He sighs at the results, wet, wet panties.

He brings his lips to your ear, the heat of his breath nipping at the shell. You latch onto his waist, bracing the timid man as his finger finds way to your slit. The explicit words roll off his sullied tongue too fragrantly, leaving you with a fearful reassurance. 

“Aww, I thought it would stay this time. Don’t worry…this time, I’ll keep that pussy extra full next time.”

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