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-> 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.

Why do y'all do this to me!!! 🥵🥴🍆⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Just TAKE ME OUT!!!🤤😭😭😭

Daddy’s Chain

A/N : Ugh this is so self indulgent right now like it’s been months since I’ve had somebody chain dangling on my face in the most disrespectful possible way *Tugs at my hair*

A/N: I’m horny on the main but anyway reader is female and everyone is aged up pro hero’s. You’re welcome to pitch an idea for me to thirst as well.

Trigger Warning: Cursing,Sex,Manhandling,Oral (receiving&giving),Praise,Degrading, Squirting,creampie.

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Mirio Togata ☀️

You’ve bought this gold chain for Mirio as a birthday gift and he was so excited to wear it. Like this man was giddy sitting between your legs waiting for you to put the chain on him.

“Oh wow thanks sunshine for this gift I love it! Now let me show you how much I love it..”

Mirio is taking your panties off and is going straight to town on the pussy like a starved man finally getting his first meal.

His sucking the clit, spelling his full name twice in slow motion, knuckles deep with three fingers making that come here motion with your gspot. Like he’s lapping you up and massaging your inner thighs. When he’s tongue fucking you he’s holding your thighs in his strong arms and one hand is kneading your boob and the other is rubbing the clit oh so sweetly.

You’re squirming and moaning until you have that feeling of your orgasm approaching fast and hard. Trying to pull his head away but this man isn’t moving only gripping you tighter. Until you can’t hold back anymore and you squirted all over him coating him in your love juices.

“Wow y/n was all that for little ole me? Seems like I will have to give you something better” he says licking his lips and pulling you on to the edge of the chair then placing your legs on his shoulders to free his cock and lining himself up to you.

This man is going to give deep long smooth strokes while leaning closer to you so he can feel your warm breath on his neck. Sis you can’t move because of y’all was positioned on the couch and you didn’t want to move.

All you could feel was the chain dangling above you just barely rubbing your nose. Seeing his head thrown back in pleasure from your warm tight walls just creaming and fluttering around him.

He’s giving you a view of his neck and shoulders like this man jaw is slacked open groaning at how you was feeling.

“Ah my sweet sunshine please cream all over my cock, you can do it yeah I’m so close” he says leaning his forehead onto yours and kissing you softly.

Few more strokes and both of y’all are cumming together while moaning into the kiss.

“God as much as I love when you cream all over me but you gotta keep all of my love inside of you okay sweetness” he says watching you cream and softly touching yourself.

Bakugou Katsuki 💥

This man low key knew that you liked when he wore the chain you brought him for Valentine’s Day because it was a rare occasion since he was nervous of ruining the chain during a battle.

You’re in the kitchen minding your business as he comes home from being in the office. Then here comes this caveman after his shower picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder and turning off the stove.

You squeal and he smacks your barely covered ass. Then he tossed you on the bed and proceeded to rip your panties off and grinned at you complaining.

“Shut the fuck up I can buy you other pair and then some.” He says as he pulls your legs apart and get in between them just to kiss you roughly squeezing your cheeks together in one hand and the other was knuckle deep in your pretty cunt.

Pulling his hand away from your face to pull his boxers down enough for his dick to be free then taking the hand that is wet from you. Stroking his cock while kissing on your boobs and biting your nipple.

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me abuse this sweet pussy of yours ?” He said rubbing the tip on your clit roughly. Lining himself up against you he lifts your legs and placing them close to your chest. Placing his hands on the bend of your knees to keep you in place.

Sis you’re a panting mess and you notice he’s wearing the chain as he leans up to take in all of you before he stuffs your poor hole in one motion while wearing that look of satisfaction.

“F-fuck suki.. wait a second” you’ve squeal as feel him entering roughly into your velvety walls. Trying to stop his hips for a second to breathe.

“Nope I’ve been waiting all day to be inside of you” leaning down start thrusting in a rough needy way that was deep. Giving you a good view of his chain he lifts up a little bit and looking down at you with with a grin.

I’m talking like y’all are sweating and grunting. His quirk is going off a little bit while you’re clawing at his arms eyes rolled backed from the sight above you.

Like this man muscles was flexing from the movements. The veins was showing nicely on his forearms. The chain was moving back and forth with the rhythm he had set in place. Hitting your face in a teasing way just causing you to clench around him and cream yourself.

“Fucking needy slut already cumming well I’m not finished with you teddy bear.. goans- we got all night” he said while grabbing your boob roughly and picking up the pace.

Kirishima Eijirou 🦈

It was supposed to be just a shower and nothing else.. until you bent over in front of Kiri to pick up the shampoo.

This man is grabbing your ass roughly and spreading them so he can rub his semi hard cock against you.

“Fuck pebble you should be careful when in the shower.” He says smacking your ass harshly. “ Be a good bitch and let me use your throat okay ?” Turning you around and rubbing his cock all on your face.

This man loves fucking your throat with no problem because it’s the closest thing that makes a mess that he craves besides your fat warm cunt.

Okay his balls is slapping your chin and your nose is brunch up against his pelvis. You’re on your knees hands between your legs to keep balance. He’s got a handful of hair to hold you in place while he’s hunched over you.

The water is hitting his back one hand is on the wall to keep him from falling over. His abusing that throat of yours just loving the gurgling sounds you was making against him.

“Wow I knew you have a talent for sucking cock. But look at you barely breathing and yet you’re eagerly allowing me to plow your worthless tiny throat.” He says while picking up the pace until he felt himself about to cum.

“Fuck I’m about to cum and your going to hold it while I fuck this slutty cunt of yours until you’re a dumb bitch okay?” He says as he pushes your head closer as he cums groaning he pulls back and pulls you by your hair.

He picks you up and walks to the sink. Sits you on the edge and proceeded to stuff you with his cock and asks you to open your mouth.

“Open that slutty mouth of yours so I can see my cum. Also don’t think I didn’t notice that you came from that face fucking.” He says in a condescending tone grabbing your throat and he starts thrusting rough and fast as he sees your mouth opened.

This man is biting you and you feel everything thing he’s giving you all at once but one thing you’re focusing on was that chain dangling.

He was getting sloppy but rougher because he’s released was close.

“Let my cum fall from your mouth I wanna see it.” He grunts out as he’s gripping your ass roughly as he’s cumming.

You looked fucked out and a mess from him. He’s pulled out and leaning on you as the cum drips from both holes. Kissing your neck softly and rubbing where his hands was gripping you.

“Thank you baby I couldn’t help myself” he says in your neck and holding you until the sink gives out underneath you guys..

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Lord have mercy ⚰️☠️🥀💦🥴🥵

head empty.. been thinkin about this all day.

you and itadori fucking all slow and sensual until sukuna slyly takes over, causing him to rut into you almost animalistically. you scream and whine, begging him to slow down until you realize sukuna was the one behind the brutality.

“That idiot.. using my vessel to fuck such a filthy whore.” Sukuna chuckles, his markings slowly taking shape onto his handsome face.

You flush at his words, Itadori never spoke to you this way though it turned you on immensely. Yuuji wasn’t himself; flipping you over on your stomach and plunging himself inside you with enough force to knock the wind out of your body.

He continued to fuck you stupid, Sukuna working your body with a fist full of your hair. He was relentless, his strong and tattooed body seemingly made just to make your whole body cry.

“I can see why the idiot fawns over you, woman.” He growled, a weak and shaky mewl leaving your throat as Sukuna expertly found your g-spot as he knows your body like Yuuji did. You’re frantic; yeses floating out of you as the room around you seemed to fade. You neared your end, moaning impossibly louder as hot white lights flash before your eyes.

“He can switch back all he wants. He doesn’t fuck you well enough anyway.”

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

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Love the dynamic oh my god

Can we please get a mmf threesome where bakugo takes turns fucking izuku and y/n, katsuki having both izuku and y/n ass up face down on the edge of the bed giving them both backshots at the same time 👀 or it can be kiri x shoto or denki x y/n the characters really don’t matter i just really love your mxmxf content

18+ NSFW CONTENT | MDNI

Babe, I’m screaming, crying and fighting the air trying to get rid of this Kacchan brain rot. Like my head is EMPTY.

All I’ve been thinking about is you and Denki bent over the bed. Him with his feet planted on the floor and you with hands and knees on the bed cause you’re shorter. Backs arched, shoulder to shoulder and lips locked in a sloppy kiss. Tongues wrestling. Teeth clashing. Moans being swapped and swallowed like saliva while Katsuki pounds into your cute little cunt with one hand on your waist and the other shoving three fingers into Denki’s tight asshole.

“Tch, look at you. Needy fuckin’ sluts” he smirks, looking down at where he’s connected with the both of you. Loving the way you’re fucking yourselves back onto him. Forcefully Snapping his hips while slamming and spreading his fingers. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. The both of ya’. Gonna cum for me ?”

You’re both nodding, moaning lewdly desperately clinging to eachother. A shaky hand slithers between you and Denki messily rubs your clit while rutting against the bedsheets, chasing his own orgasm.

Katsuki pulls his wet fingers out of the electric blondes ass and delivers a quirk powered smack on his cheek. He gasps , whimpering his name and accidentally activated his quirk just enough to shock your throbbing clit into orgasm.

You’re screaming both their names and Katsuki is still fucking you. But now , with his free hand, he’s lifting Kami by the waist. Raising him up so that he can grab his cock and stroke him off.

“That’s it cum for me, baby boy. Cum all over her”

He pulls out , flipping you over and pushing Kaminari till he’s kneeling over you body and painting your brown skin with thick white lines.

“F-fuck” Kaminari whines, head thrown back in pleasure while tingles in his spine settle.

Katsuki gives neither of you any reprieve, scooping Kami’s cum and shoving it into your cunt. Then pushing you further up the bed, spreading your legs and pushing Denki face forward into your pussy.

“Clean your mess, baby boy” he sneers, fingers gripping tightly at blonde strands and lining himself up at his entrance.

“F-fuck , d-daddy” you moan, hands flailing, reaching for anything to ground yourself when Kami’s lip wrap around your clit.

“Really , Princess ? You that Fuckin’ pathetic? Calling my fleshlight daddy. It’s fucking shameful.”

“Not cool , bro- ahh ahhh~”

Katsuki cuts him off with a powerful thrust. Hitting right against his prostate, making the blonde babble nonsense.

It was so hot.

Sweat dripping and skin slapping. It was just a matter of time until you were squirting all over the blondes face. He drunk it all up. Sweet flavor making him clench around Bakugo and spill his load on the sheets.

“Shit !” Katsuki hissed, hips stuttering against Kami’s ass as he filled him to the brim.

“Good job, idiots” he winces as he pulls out. Then he gently pushes Kami on top of you to cuddle while he goes and runs a bath for you two. Cause he’s the king of fucking aftercare and it’s the least he can do for you two dumbasses because you do everything for him. 🥺

Ahh omg, this was so fun to write. I hope it wasn’t too short I just saw the request and felt the need to respond immediately lmao. Thank you for asks and for enjoying my content love ❤️

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Can I please request smut HCs on Bakugou, Kirishima, and Dabi where their black s/o has to explain what it means to "beat it up" and the results after they understand? 0////0

Beat It Up

Your man slid inside you so slowly that you felt every bump and ridge of your walls being massaged and stretched. It felt amazing and sent languid pleasure humming through your gripping pussy, but it wasn’t enough.

Your brown furrowed in frustration as you squeezed your dark brown legs around Katsuki’s hips and pulled him deeper into you.

“Katsu, please, just stop.”

He did immediately, pulling away to shoot you a worried look.

“What’s wrong, Babe, am I hurting you?”

“I wish,” you muttered. You regretted it immediately.

Your boyfriend’s handsome face frowned up.

“The hell you mean? You want me to hurt you?” He snapped, albeit softer than usual.

“No, no, baby I just...”

You knew what Katsuki was trying to do. Usually when he got home from long missions he preferred to take it slow and make love to you. But after five months without him, you didn’t want slow and easy.

“I want you to beat it up.”

“Haah? Beat it...what...?”

He slid out of you, and sat back. Luckily it didn’t take much for him to catch on.

“Ohhh, ok,” in a matter of seconds, he had you pinned on your stomach while his hard body pressed down into you.

His feral smirk hovered in your face as he rocked his hips against your round ass.

“Daddy’s little freak wanted me to dig in these guts of hers, huh? Look at those cute little pouty lips I love so much.”

Without warning, he pulled all the way out only to slam back into your juicy ass from the back.

“Ah, fu-ah, god, Katsuki!”

He chuckled almost evilly in your ear.

“Don’t run from the dick, baby girl,” he grunted in your ear as he pounded you into the mattress so hard the headboard knocked. “You wanted it like this remember? You wanted daddy to ‘beat it up,’ right?”

You couldn’t formulate words or thoughts as he pummeled your pussy into a gushy mess. Needless to say, he gave you exactly what you wanted all night long.

Eiji’s eyes were rolling back as you bounced up and down on his dick. It felt good to you too. Every roll of your hips made pleasure shoot through your body.

“Fuck, Pebbles, shhhh!” His tight abs flexed as he came inside your heat.

It matched the explosive orgasm you were having. As soon as that moment passed, you and your man were both ready to go again.

“I want you on top, Eiji.” You cooed.

He shot you a sly, boyish grin.

“Say no more, cutie.” Easily, he scooped up your body and pinned you to the bed, wrapping your thighs around his trim waist.

Kirishima eased himself into your pussy steadily, and you moaned. The sound made him hiss in pleasure.

“Like that baby?” He asked, biting your ear.

“Faster, daddy. Harder. Beat this pussy up.”

Your boyfriend paused, shooting you a puzzled look.

“Beat it up?” He chuckled, confused. “That’s new.”

You laughed. “That’s what I want, bae.”

He tilted his head like a confused puppy. It was utterly adorable.

“Uhhh. ‘Fraid I’m not following, sweetness.”

You laced your finger through his red hair. “Let me give you the abridged version. I want you fuck me so hard the headboard breaks.”

Kirishima’s ruby eyes widened, but realization fell over his face quickly.

“Well, in that case, say no more.”

He rammed into your pussy knocking the breath out of you with every slam.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, Eiiii!!!”

“This what you wanted, y/n?” He grunted between thrusts. There was a cockiness in his tone as he taunted you. “Is the headboard knocking hard enough for you, baby? Huh? Huh?”

But you couldn’t answer. You were too busy drooling.

(Lets be real, Dabi fucks with black girls and already knows what ‘beat it up’ means)

Sweat and cum pooled beneath your ass cheeks as Dabi’s dick rocked in and out of your sex. He had you propped up on the kitchen counter as he fucked you slow and deep. His long, curved dick flexed against your tight walls.

“Ughhh god.”

“Yeah, baby girl? Tell me what you want.” He encouraged.

You smirked against his lips, pulling back to shoot him a smoldering look.

“I want you to beat it up, daddy.”

He cocked a pierced brow and smirked back.

“Oh do you?” He chuckled. “Alright then. Just remember, y/n,” he snatched your head back by your kinky curls and whispered; “you asked for this.”

His low growl made you shutter.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Dabi slid out to the tip nice and slow massaging your pussy walls the entire time.

“AHH!”

He slammed into your gushy to the hilt, laughing when you screamed.

“Aha~ fuck yeah, baby girl! That’s what I like to hear.” He replied, smirking at you through his lustful gaze.

His dick pummeled into you so hard it felt like pure pleasure was exploded through your core with every pound. His white pubes brushed your sensitive clit with each stroke.

He felt your flexing cunt pulsing around his big dick and smothering it with your cream, and still he didn’t stop. He loved seeing that beautiful brown skin slick with sweat and your face screwed up in ecstasy for him.

“I wanna hear you talk ya shit, baby.”

“Dabiii-D-Dahhh!”

He nipped your earlobe, tauntingly.

“Remember, y/n,” he practically sang through his deep groans. “You asked for this.”

Just..RUIN ME! 🥴🥴🍓🥵⚰️

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

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"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

My heart 💔..oh god....the tears 😭😭😭😭

Not Mine- Bakugou Katsuki

A/n: I’m using my phone bc my computer is Brocken 😩

Summary: y/n knew the relationship was over the moment he asked her out. That didn’t stop her from lying to herself

Warning: angst, no fluff, mentions of sexual activity

Quirk: illusion; you can make others see things that aren’t there, but talking snaps them out of it

You stare ahead, watching the class in front of you. You’ve grown up with these people, learned how to become a hero. You’ve observed them for three years, mentally noting everything about them. You especially took notice of Bakugou, your beloved boyfriend. You loved writing down all his favorite things, they made you feel special. You even wrote down his love for Uraraka. Making a small graph of his love for both of you. She would always have a higher line than you.

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It doesn’t take a pro hero to see the way he looks at her. It’s nothing compared to how he looks at you, but the lingering of regret never ceases to hurt. You know he thinks about what might have been if he chose the lovely Uraraka. But you also know he’s happy enough with you. Enough being the key word for the entirety of the relationship.

You walk towards Bakugou, him standing near the food table. You were both invited to UA’s reunion. Of course you had to convince Bakugou to even consider it. But threatening sobriety to sex got him dressed up for the night.

“Suki, can we go dance?” You ask softy, just so he can hear. The music blasting is from the year you graduated, reminding you of your first prom. Bakugou was your date of course, but he spent the night consoling Uraraka after her date left. You didn’t want to be selfish so you allowed her to sink her hooks into his wandering heart. They were deep, lasting years later.

“No fucking way. Only losers dance to this music.” He grunts. You grab a cupcake from the table, trying to brush off his rejection. Maybe he’s right. Maybe the music is trash. But it’s still your favorite song.

“Alright, then I’m going to join Denki and Jirou on the floor!” You try to assure him secretly, telling him he isn’t hurting you.

“Why? So you can embarrass yourself?” He chuckles to himself. This time you don’t assure him of anything. You simply shrug and head towards your favorite short haired lady and her husband.

The word husband is odd to you. You’ve never once thought of yourself getting married, yet the word stings. It could be because after four years half your class is already happily married, some with kids of their own. While you are left with a cracking heart and a man who isn’t sure he even wants you.

You grab Jirou’s hand, letting her know you’re here. She quickly turns to you, a smile growing on her face. “Y/n! I’m glad you joined us! I was getting worried Bakugou might make you leave the party with him.” She comments. It’s harmless, but you know that’s something he would do. Jirou taps Denki’s arm, trying to shout over the music. His eyes are pure white, a glassy look over both of them. You often forget the accident that caused Denki to lose his sight. How things have changed.

“Oh awesome! Didnt see you there, Y/n!” He jokes, this time you laugh.

Once the song ends, a slower song starts to take over. You excuse yourself, knowing they’d want to have that dance alone. You don’t hesitate to look for Bakugou, ready to ask one more time. But you stop, seeing him already partnered up with the brunette you never seemed to hate. She’s absolutely glowing under the soft light. Reminding you that you’ll never be her.

You let out a sigh, suddenly taking in reality for the last time. He’ll never be yours truly. He’ll always have that roaming doubt in his mind that he chose the wrong girl. You can’t blame him. He chose you as a teen and decided to stay. You can only thank him for trying.

You don’t mean to attract attention from anyway as you slowly move towards your things. You grab your keys and jacket from your table, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

You’re stopped by a black haired figure. You remember him having vibrant red hair, but the change is nice. It’s good to see Kirishima finally learning to love himself.

“Let me drive you home. That way Bakugou doesn’t have an excuse to stay at Uraraka’s.” Kiri’s voice is dripping with venom when he mentions Bakugou. You nod, leaving the keys back on the table and following Kirishima out of the large school building. You don’t even notice Bakugou pushing Uraraka away and running for his keys. He never makes it to you in time, Kirishima already pulling out of the parking lot as Bakugou rushes out the doors. It’s a small hit that makes him realize he’s fucking up.

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You wake up in your apartment, the other side of your bed empty. You no longer reach over, pretending that he’ll be there. You simply suck it up and plan on what to pack for your parent’s house.

You lift up the heavy bag containing your clothes and personal belongings before exiting the bedroom. You instantly see Bakugou hunched over the couch. He snaps up once he hears the door click.

His eyes are red and puffy, his hair messier than usual. But you can’t pitty him and stay. You can’t act like he doesn’t love another girl more than you. Because he does. And that’s not your fault. It’s not his either. It’s just the way things go.

“Uhm, I left some photos of us on the bed if you want to keep them. I don’t really need them.” You try not to sound drained.

“You don’t have to leave. We can work this out! I’ll avoid Uraraka, I’ll change my patrol times so I never see her again!” You can tell by the way he lists those off that he doesn’t want to. He shouldn’t have to avoid his friend for you. If he did you’d feel guilty for the rest of your life.

“I love you, Suki. But you’re not mine.” You hum, dragging the bag behind you. Before shutting the front door, you glance back. Memorizing the broken boy you see behind you, knowing that he’ll be happier soon. You shut the door, heading towards your car.

It’s the early morning and the birds are chirping. Telling you that you’re as free as them.m and that Bakugou can finally be with the girl he wants.

No cause you last fic has me thinking thoughts! Sero fucking your drooling cunt slowly in his weed induced haze Denki jerking himself off while he rolls his tongue over your clit head held in place by Mina who's mouthing at your tits with Kiri while you have your fingers curling in her pussy and gliding up and down kiris slick shaft and Katsuki with his hands around your throat as he fucks your face to feel the head of his dick press into the skin i wouldn't last😩🤚

these mfs higher than a mug and still. horny!

but you gotta love your best friends 🥺 they’ll make sure you’re taken care of, and since you’re so sweet, you can take care of them too 🥺

Definitely would love one if he loves me in return

me.