Fucking Yessssss!!!!!!!🥵💦🥴

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.

Need a seatbelt when you Ride it

Cw-MDNI- Satoru x fem!reader, explicit, domestic smut

After ten years together and three kids, you and your husband Satoru are still as freaky as ever.

Dropping the three girls off with Auntie Shoko and Uncle Sugu, you immediately dive down and start sucking Satoru's cock as he drives that minivan neither of you wanted. Gone is PTA mom and soccer dad, replaced with Satoru whimpering as you slobber down his length.

'Baby f-fuck not gonna make it' he whines, big hand slipping down to rub you under your skirt over your tights, which you've soaked through, earning his groan. 'So wet, fuck you're a slutty soccer mommy'

You just moan around him, to the point your husband Satoru has to pull over, the side of some quiet street, pulling you by your hair off him, you look at his lidded blue eyes as you stroke his cock up and down. 'Need you, now Toru, please'

Satoru slides his seat back, leaning over and kissing you sloppy and messy, not sweet little pecks like you all usually do, no its dirty. He's spitting in your mouth when he yanks a titty out toying with your nipple, dragging you on his lap.

He's as eager as when you all met in college, and so are you, you're so excited your head bumps the TV system, playing dumb ass Coco melon the kids watched, you both laugh breathless. 'Please... need you in me'

'Lemme lick her' He rips a hole right in your tights making you gasp, slipping two fingers in your soaking wet cunt, your ass bumps the steering wheel, honking the horn and making you both blush and giggle as you look around.

'Can't wait. Lick me later' you take his cock and rub it against your slit. He cries out, cheeks dusted pink, while your hands entangle in his silky white locks, his hands on your hips firmer.

'Fine lemme taste you, at least. Fuck...' Satoru's thumb swirls your clit as you sink down on his cock, inch by inch, and fuck there were so many, stretching you, cunt gushing when he sucks you off his thumb, cheeks hollowing, blue eyes rolling back. His hands grip you hard then, yanking you down his length, filling you so good you are close from that. 'You're so tight'

'Fuck me, please, please' Soon your husband Satoru is pounding into your pussy, leaky tip slamming your cervix, and you're pretty sure you're not making those dinner reservations when you cumming for the third time and he's dragging you to the back of the minivan, as dumbass cocomelon plays and you're smashed against a bunch of toys and goldfish wrappers, but you really don't mind when he's cumming inside you again, whispering -

'Gonna put another baby in you, whole fucking soccer team'

Hcs of my man all domestic✨️

Just 🤤🥴🔫☠️⚰️

What if whoever your simping for can see/hear your thoughts whenever you’re thinking of them? 😳 I was lost in the filthiest fucking sex scene I’ve ever daydreamed in my life of Kirishima splitting me open with that huge cock of his. He’s trying to be gentle and loving and take it slow, but the slow drag of his cock against your insides is driving you crazy so you keep clenching to try and make him lose it too,

“fuck princess, you keep clamping down on me like that and I’ll cum”

but you’re being bratty about it so, “nnng. knew you were all talk. A bunch of dirty talk and 5 pumps? Where’s all that pro hero stamina?”

and he pulls out and leaves you empty as punishment until you beg him sweetly enough to come back. “Didn’t mean it Eiji. Please come back and fill me up baby I didn’t mean it please please please”

and he’s so thick, when he pulls out he leaves you gaping, and you’re so desperate to cum you immediately reach down to try and finger yourself but it’s not enough anymore. You can easily fit 3 (maybe 4?) fingers in with how well he’s stretched you out but... your fingers aren’t thick enough to replace him or hit all those spots. You’re so wet, your thighs covered in your own slick and you can barely hear anything over your own needy whining and the sloshing sounds as you desperately fingerfuck yourself.

You look over to where he’s watching you, slowly fisting himself, using your cream as lube and the sight of him towering over you while he debates with himself whether he should leave you wanting makes you step up a level in begging.

“Eijirou! Eiji, eijiiii.... can’t cum like this daddy, need that thick cock to get me there, need Daddy Riot’s big dick, I can be your good girl again, I’ll do anything”

And of course if you call him Daddy he’ll do whatever you want, so he’s gonna blow your back out until morning, no matter how much you try to tap out.

“What was that comment you made about stamina babygirl? You said you’d do anything for this dick so you’re gonna fucking take it until I’m done with you. That’s right beautiful take Daddy’s big dick take it, take it. Ungh, just like that. There’s my good girl”

Anyways where was I going with this? 🥴🥴

i don’t.... im no think.

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

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

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

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

Oh my 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

♡︎𝐓𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he’s always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a “tits over ass any day” kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

“They’re just so… Squishy… -a-and soft-”

That’s exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You’re proud of your body, the self love that you’d been teaching yourself rearing it’s head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they’re yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He’s just doing it for fun - just because it’s there, really, but that doesn’t explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

“Hey babe, what’s up?…

"I want-… I- I want-.… To fuck them…”

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn’t mean…

“You wanna fuck who, now?”

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

“No, silly… I wanna fuck your tits…”

Huh. Well at least you’re not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what’s brought this on.

In reality, he’s always fantasized about fucking your tits. It’s the very image that gets him off when you’re not there to help him, but he’s finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

“… Alright. I don’t see why not~”

He’s almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you’re stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he’s kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He’s never came so quickly in his life, but you don’t mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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But like it's so cute 😍😍

Imagine beta!Katsuki is a better alpha and pack leader than any other alpha at UA. He takes such good care of the omegas and doesn't take any posturing from alphas. He's going to be the first beta to make #1 and create his own agency.

Listen, listen.

I have this hc for Beta’s in my version of Omegaverse where they are just regular people but then, once they develop a bond with their mate, their scent and behaviour shifts to suit their needs - so, if they’re dating an Alpha, they go through heats; if they’re dating an Omega, they go through ruts.

Anyway. Beta Katsuki developing such a close bond with his entire pack that he becomes this strange version of Beta’s where he manages to suit everyone and their desires - his scent becomes just strong and spicy enough to soothe the Omega’s while also maintaining a sweet sort of undertone that soothes the Alpha’s.

And the pheromones don’t really affect him so he stays with the Omega’s during their heats and just holds them close and makes sure they eat and drink enough while scaring away anyone wandering near their room.

Oh my god. 🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴💦

Ooh i’m so excited rn omg...what i need rn is more of aizawa and villian!soulmate reader. They just keep acting like a brat until aizawa takes them home and punishes them X3

Prelude - shoutout to y’all for being so patient with me! appreciate it so so much. Also, there was like one other ask that I wanted to include here but I couldn’t find it, so rip. Also, @bbygirlpastel ty for the “Villain? I’ll show you a villain.”

Pairing - Yandere Aizawa X Reader

Warnings - dub con, non con, NSFW, overstimulation, no actual penetration. Creepy Aizawa, vibrators, uhhh literally nothing good here. Dead dove man, if you look at a dead bird and KNOW it’ll taste disgusting and make you sick to your stomach.... DON’T FUCKIN EAT THE BIRD. listen to the warnings my dudes!!

Music -  https://open.spotify.com/track/6p8eEdiZLKJH8tcjGZuNTK?si=9r_2kgkoR56h9UkBCybxLw

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Maybe he wouldn’t be this infatuated, this utterly obsessed, this angry with you if you had just given in from the start.

You weren’t even a high-priority villain, just some desperate nighttime thug that preyed on innocent bystanders. Snatching wallets, causing a ruckus, stealing from thrift stores or gas stations a couple of times a week.  You were a nuisance, but not big enough to catch Aizawa’s attention - not until you stole a women’s watch right in front of him on the street while he was buying a snack from a food-cart before his shift started.

And yeah, Aizawa tried to keep a low profile, not flaunt his hero status in order to effectively capture and subdue villains, but surely you would’ve noticed the man clad in black, obviously sporting hero gear standing nearby. But you didn’t, and then he was grabbing your shoulder so he could drag you to the police station. Aizawa had been surprised when you wiggled out of his grip and took off, and damn, you were fast.

The game of cat-and-mouse had begun, and while the underground hero failed to catch you that night (and every subsequent night he saw you out on the streets) he was determined to do so. Well, maybe not /as/ determined. When it came to you, the man was easily distracted.

The clothes you wore were baggy, hid your form effectively. But if someone looked close enough, they could notice the curves of your body, especially as you ran, evading capture. Aizawa was loathe to admit at first, but it was tantalizing watching you flee from him.

He beat himself up over it. He’d always had a solid grasp of self-control, and usually he felt no attraction to his targets, even if they were wearing the skimpiest of outfits. One time he had turned in a villain wearing nothing but pasties over her breasts and panties (her quirk was seduction-based), and he hadn’t felt anything but utter boredom as he filled out paperwork at the police station while they found her some actual clothes.  It probably had something to do with the “soulmate” quirk he had been hit with once, but Aizawa had never really put much faith in it, nor thought about it extensively. He had always had a bit more self control than other men.

So for him to almost have feelings for some low-life idiot? It made his skin burn with irritation (and maybe something else, but he wasn’t ever going to address that). It didn’t make any sense. 

The fact that it didn’t make any sense did not stop his brain from plastering not-suitable-for-work thoughts about you whenever he ran upon you committing some minor crime. It was infuriating.

The satisfaction the man felt from finally pinning you down, taking advantage of a small stumble, tackling you down and pressing you into the cold concrete of the rooftop was probably unholy. It just felt so damn good, catching you, forcing you to submit, getting you underneath him. When he had flipped you onto your back, you wouldn’t look at him, just staring off to the side, almost as if you were ashamed.

You should be - stealing from anyone and everyone, being a brat, making Aizawa’s life difficult as you infiltrated every waking moment.

He had started to lecture you, starting out with his usual cool-headed, 

unbothered demeanor, but slowly getting more and more annoyed as you still refused to look at him. Pretending he wasn’t there, refusing to listen - Aizawa felt the urge to slap you, just to make you react.

He settled for harshly gripping your chin, forcibly turning your head so he could look at your eyes.  Eye contact was an important thing to Aizawa - it was the basis of his quirk, but he wasn’t prepared for the punch to the gut he felt when he looked into yours.

Words escaped him, mouth dropping open, his body frozen. There was - there was something going on. You took advantage of his pause, shoved the man off of you, took off running. Aizawa could do nothing but sit there, staring after your form with his own eyes wide and wondering. What had just happened?

He reflected on the moment for the entire rest of the night, musing over the strange feeling coiled in his stomach, the weird tug in his chest, his brain wanting and desiring and lusting and it was so distracting, he wanted it to stop, but at the same time, he wanted to indulge.

The realization finally hit him - the soulmate quirk he had been hit with, all those long years ago. 

Some lady had come up to him while he was shopping, smiling at him toothily before asking him wether he believed in soulmates. He had stared at her for a second, before blankly responding with a curt “no”, turning back to continue browsing the selection of applesauce packets. A hand on his wrist, a burning sensation from his arm to his heart, and then he was rounding on the woman, ready to drag her to the police station for using her quirk in public without a license. 

She had just cackled, citing something about soulmates and how he was going to believe now, he’d learn what it would feel like to find your true love when he looked into their eyes. Some sappy, romantic, crazy bullshit that he had ignored and promptly forgotten, before calling the police.

The lady had been deemed mentally ill, driven mad by the loss of her husband in a hero-based accident. Aizawa quickly forgot about the incident.

Aizawa didn’t believe in soulmates, and even if they existed, there was no way in hell that his soulmate would be a villain.

But apparently, the universe did not care about Aizawa’s opinions.

He tried to ignore it, turn a blind eye whenever he saw you sneaking around late at night, would turn and head the other way. But there was no denying the burning flame in his heart, the yearning to see you again, to talk to you, learn about you, what you liked, what you didn’t, where you had grown up, what your aspirations were. 

Aizawa hated it.

But he couldn’t ignore it.

The feelings grew and grew, festering in his body like an open wound, infecting his mind, crawling through his veins and slowly seeping into every aspect of his life, until all he could think about was you. The man needed it to stop.

The cat-and-mouse game was picked up again, except this time, Aizawa wasn’t going to give you any opportunities to get away.

You were able to sense the change, could see the rabid look in his eyes when he sought you out for the first time since the night you had slipped out of his grasp. There was something different, and it wasn’t good, it was dangerous.

You managed to dodge him for a time, and some part of Aizawa swelled with pride that his supposed “soulmate” was so clever. The other part of him wanted to break something.

He was almost frightened by the change in him, this volatile anger, the impatience and the lust. That wasn’t who he was, but ever since meeting you, looking into your eyes, it’s what he had become. Maybe if he tracked you down, got close to you, spent some time with you, this needy feeling would go away. You couldn’t run forever. 

Aizawa caught you during the daytime, when both of you were off-guard and not paying attention. It was luck, really, or maybe destiny or fate, that he had looked up to watch as passengers filtered onto the subway. You were wearing the same baggy clothes you always wore, hoodie over your head, earbuds in. 

There was a backpack slung over your shoulder, and Aizawa watched you sling it off to place it in your lap as you sat down before the doors closed. 

It was easy to follow you home, to the dingy little deathtrap you called your own, on the first floor of an abandoned, moldy motel building. It was even easier to follow you inside, through the broken window , his footsteps undetected through the blare of music in your earbuds.

It was less easy to subdue you, with the desperate fight you put up, trying to kick and punch and scream as soon as Aizawa’s thick arm circled around your throat. Still, the man had been subduing unruly villains for a while now, and it wasn’t hard for him to keep his hold on your smaller from, no matter how you thrashed in his arms. 

When you finally passed out from the lack of air in your lungs, Aizawa gently followed you down to the floor, staring at you for a moment (god you were pretty, how had he not noticed how pretty you were?) before looking around the room. 

It looked like a regular motel room, except there was no TV, there was signs of rot dotting the walls, and the air smelled decidedly unhealthy. He wrinkled his nose as he took it in - you would be much better living somewhere less unsavory. 

Which, Aizawa’s home was perfectly capable of hosting an unwilling guest. Aizawa wasn’t naive enough to think you’d be happy waking up in an unfamiliar room, but he figures it would be better than jail. Like hell was he going to hand you off to the police, not when the ache in his chest was subsiding in your presence, the burning need for something lowering to a slow simmer. Justice be damned, Aizawa was going to be the judge, jury, and executioner in this particular case, and he had yet to decide your fate.

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“You are insufferable - if you would just give in, everything would feel so much better. Holding out like this is illogical.”

He was tired. Tired of your stubbornness, tired of your refusals, tired of your insults, tired of the way his skin itched and blood boiled every time you spat at him or knocked over the plate of food he brought to you. 

When he was met with silence, Aizawa sighed. This was getting old. It had been a month since he’d brought you under his roof, a month of holding back, a month of playing nice, a month of letting you “adjust”. But you hadn’t adjusted, hadn’t even tried, and he was tired.

“You’re only hurting yourself by acting like this.“

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to act like this if you hadn’t kidnapped me.” You spat, glaring daggers at the man.

Aizawa paused, almost humored by your spiteful response. “You would rather I have turned you over to the police? The prison system isn’t kind to pretty little things like you. No matter how tough you pretend to be, you’d be broken in less than a week.”

You scoffed, pulling at the chain that held your ankle to the wall. “As if this is somehow better. You’re a sick man, I hope you choke on your next meal and /die/.”

Aizawa gestured to the room, his patience wearing thin. “I could make it worse.” 

And he could. He could take away the thin mattress you were sitting on, shorten your chain so you couldn’t reach the bare-bones bathroom, he could stop feeding you, or make you eat scraps like a dog. Of course, he could make it much better too, but only if you’d stop fighting him at every turn.

“I don’t even know what you want. You’re just an old pervert, you’re no hero. You claim to be good and just, but you’re no better than the villains you put behind bars.”

Within a second, Aizawa was crouched in front of you, gripping your chin, yanking you forward until you could feel his heated breath across your face, could see the tension in his eyes.

“I want you to behave.”  He ground out. “I’ve treated you with nothing but civility so far, but if you’re so determined to see me as nothing but a villain, then fine, I’ll show you a villain.”

Aizawa was at the end of his rope. It was uncharacteristic for him to exhibit such anger, such impulses and wild feelings, but when it came to you, Aizawa felt like he was an entirely different person, ruled solely by his instincts. 

With a push, you were sprawled onto your back on the mattress, quickly trying to scramble upright, ready for an attack. But Aizawa just watched, letting you panic before you realized he was going to stay put.  Well, stay put for a time.

 There were some things he needed to go get, to show you how good he had been to you, to prove that he had been nice and accommodating. But if you wanted to play dirty, then Aizawa could play dirty.

He stood, shoving his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes locked onto your face. You were such a shy thing, barely able to hold eye-contact, always blushing and stammering and fighting when he made you look at him. It wasn’t his fault that your eyes were enchanting, drawing him in like a spell. If he could, Aizawa wouldn’t mind spending a few hours just watching you, watching your eyes take in the world. Of course, that was an illogical desire, but the man found he was having a lot of those these days.

You huffed as you felt him watching you. “You’re a creep.” The man didn’t answer, and you deflated, voice coming out small “Please…. let me go. I won’t like, steal stuff anymore, alright? Just let me go.”

Aizawa could bet that you were scared - after all, you were nothing more than a common crook. It’s probably the first time you’ve ever been held hostage, the first time you’ve been immobilized. You were probably used to intimidation, maybe even abuse - someone living in a rotted, abandoned motel and living off of what they could steal each day probably didn’t have a good story to tell about what had happened to them. 

Either way, Aizawa didn’t really care.  If it wasn’t for the tearing sensation in his chest when he was away from you for too long, he’d definitely have handed you over to the police by now. It was driving him insane, how he couldn’t focus, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think, couldn’t live now that his mind was constantly occupied with thoughts of you.

When he went out at night, he worried that you would hurt yourself, or escape - get away from him somehow. When he was at home, trying to do the “right” thing and give you space, not touch you, not invade your space, he was bombarded with the single-minded desire of holding you, feeling the warmth of your body against his chest.

It had to stop. He didn’t know how to make it stop. 

Aizawa had tried everything, from leaving you alone, to spending time watching you from the other side of the room - the man had even tried to erase the supposed “soulmate” quirk he was infected with by using his own quirk in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. Nothing seemed to help.

He had tried to be nice, he had tried to be good. But there was still the tugging in his chest, the itch he couldn’t scratch when it came to you. He wanted to do so much, but he wasn’t a villain, he wouldn’t force you.

But there lay the problem.

Aizawa wanted to.

He closed the door behind him as he left your room, the “torture chamber” he had said once, deadpanned tiredly in an attempt at a joke. You hadn’t laughed. 

The man supposed that this last month had really just been him warring against the dark, whispering corner of his mind that urged him to just take. To do what he wanted, to lay waste, to ravage you in every carnal way he so desired. To force you to lay by his side at night, force you to give him long, loving kisses, force you into domesticity.

Aizawa knew it was wrong. He had tried to ignore that part of him, push it down, focus on the logical solutions he could think of, the ones that kept his actions pure and heroic. But at this point, with you resisting so strongly? How you called him a villain, a pervert, a creep? Why not let the villain inside take a moment in the spotlight.

That’s what he was thinking as he gathered items into his arms from his room, spending hardly any time picking out what he wanted and needed. He’d had so many dreams, so many thoughts of what he would do to you once you finally submit to him. The man had plenty of ideas, especially now that he was deciding to throw his inhibitions out the window. 

The fact that you most likely weren’t going to be willing merely meant that Aizawa added a spreader bar and an extra set of cuffs to the growing pile in his arms. 

Stepping back into your room was almost thrilling, seeing your eyes snap up, to the bundle of items he held, then at his face. They were so wide, scared, panicked. It was a good look on you honestly, one that Aizawa didn’t mind seeing more often. He was done being the nice guy.

“This is entirely your fault, you know that (Y/N)?” He mused as he strode forward, crouching to set down a towel on the ground, slowly laying each item down onto it. Might as well build up your fear and anticipation.

“If you hadn’t provoked me so, I would’ve been able to be continue holding myself back.” He could hear your breathing pick up as each item was set down, had to fight down a mocking smirk. “You had to be a brat though, egg me on like that. Well, if it’s not apparent by now, you’re probably going to regret that.”

“Please, please, oh god, this-you don’t need to-you-there’s-“

“Didn’t you just accuse me of being a villain? I’m just trying to live up to your expectations here, isn’t that what you want?”

Aizawa finished emptying his arms, then headed towards you, holding the extra pair of cuffs in his hand. He caught your eyes, watching you beg, try to push yourself back into the wall, away from him. There was no doubt that you were terrified, practically having a panic attack as you hyperventilated, eyes darting between Aizawa, the cuffs in his hands, the items on the towel behind him. 

It was easy for Aizawa to grab ahold of your already-bound wrists, pulling them down to the ground, right above the top of the mattress. Quickly, one cuff was attached to your wrist, the other cuff slipped through a small, recessed metal ring in the ground. 

After you had…. “moved in”, Aizawa had done some renovations. The angle he had you trapped at now kept your arms stretched above your head, immobile and unable to move more than an inch in any direction. It’d be uncomfortable if you were left like that for too long, but Aizawa was still planning on being somewhat merciful today. 

You were still babbling quietly, pleading with the man. “You don’t need to do this, please, please please please please-!” You sobbed out the last “please”, trying to wrench your arms free.  Of course it was useless, and you were doing nothing but tiring yourself out, but Aizawa didn’t mind.

It was easy to attach the spreader bar to each ankle, despite the way you cried and kicked, ankles slipping out of his grasp a couple times before he could finally pin them down. Aizawa felt eerily calm, patient, but at the same time seething, excited, almost foaming at the mouth for what he knew was to come.

“Struggling won’t achieve anything, but feel free to do so.” He encouraged, shuffling backwards on his knees to look at you, stretched out body on display.

You were still wearing clothes, a thin t-shirt, a pair of loose basketball shorts - all Aizawa’s.  He had immediately told you to leave your old clothes outside the bathroom door when you showered the second day after he had captured you.

 You had resisted at first, but quickly relented when the man raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders before advancing towards you menacingly. You had gotten the message loud and clear, immediately backing down, agreeing to wear the clothes you were given.

Aizawa retreated to the towel, swiping a pair of scissors off of it. Brandishing them, he snipped them twice in warning. “You might want to be still for this part. I don’t actually want to cut you, so if it happens, it’ll be your fault.”

And then he bent over, carefully snipping the clothes off of your rigid body. 

As soon as the last shred of fabric fell away, you breathed in air, immediately letting out a loud, tearful wail. Aizawa felt a twinge of regret, but the quickly-growing bulge in his pants currently outweighed any other feelings he might be having.

Putting the scissors safely out of reach, the man let himself rest back on his heels, surveying your body the way one surveys their food before taking a bite. And oh, was he going to eat you up.

You were writhing, tears falling from yours eyes, still babbling out nonsense as you begged for him to stop, to reconsider, to think about what he was doing. 

“I’ve thought about this plenty. It’s called fantasizing.” He murmured, before gently resting his hand against your naked hip. 

You spooked like a wild horse, thrashing the second his hand made contact, crying and wailing, shying away from his touch.

Aizawa was glad he had the foresight to bring a gag.

You were so worked up, you didn’t even notice him grabbing it, didn’t register his hand clamping around your jaw, wrenching it open and shoving the ball gag past your teeth. You quickly fought against that too, outright screaming, trying to shake your head, pull away from the hands fastening the strap around your head. But Aizawa was quick, and good with his hands, and your screams became muffled, nothing more than desperate background noise to the defiling of your body.

Resuming his exploration, Aizawa cradled your head in both hands, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “If you relax, it won’t be as stressful for either of us.”

With another muffled scream, you turned your head, tear-filled eyes glaring at the wall. 

“Or you can be a brat.” Aizawa laughed, a sound he wasn’t used to making. “Either way, it’s not gonna change what’s happening.”

Returning to the towel, Aizawa picked up the next couple of items, turning back to see you watching him through teary eyes. He presented the items in his hands, showing them to you. If you were curious, might as well let you see how he was planning to take you apart.

The second your eyes fell onto the lube, the bullet vibrator, the skin-safe tape, you wailed again, closing your eyes in horror, shaking your head. Aizawa breathed out his nose, humored at your terrified reaction. Not so tough when you were tied up, at the mercy of a man, were you?

Your legs were already held apart by the spreader bar, and no matter how you squirmed when Aizawa kneeled next to your hip, you couldn’t close your legs. When Aizawa’s warm hand ghosted over your stomach, you cried behind the gag, and when his hand made contact with your soft pink folds, you absolutely bawled, the sound loud and pitiful even as muffled as they were.

Aizawa wanted to tease, to feel all around, rub against your labia, tickle your clit, skirt around your opening. He let himself indulge a little, before pulling back, squirting out a dollop of lube onto his fingers. When the cold wetness touched you, there was barely any reaction, the way you were already panicking essentially making you loose all feeling.

That was alright, Aizawa knew that would change soon.

He let his hand wander around your entrance, massaging the lube into your skin, taking special care of your clit, your inner labia, the puffy folds. The man got lost in the sensation of your warmth underneath his fingertips, eyes slowly falling shut, a low hum coming from his throat in a natural attempt to soothe you. 

The man didn’t know how long he stayed like that, gently massaging wetness onto your skin, humming, but by the time he opened his eyes, your weeping had essentially subsided. You were making cute little sniffling sounds, trying to calm yourself, your own eyes closed, limbs almost relaxed, as if you’d accepted your fate.

When Aizawa took his hand away to reach for the bullet vibe, you barely moved. When he pulled back the lips of your labia, nestling the small, ovular vibrator against your clit, you only flinched. He pinched your labia lips almost painfully, hiding the vibrator underneath them as he pushed it hard onto your clit, before taping thick strips over your skin. When he was done, the vibrator was firmly in place, immovable, covered almost completely by your labia, which in turn was held over the vibe with the skin safe tape. 

The vibe was turned on, and Aizawa swore that your back arched so fast and hard he heard it pop. You writhed on the thin mattress, pulling at the chains binding your hands to the floor, trying to turn onto your side, bucking your hips, jerking and twisting this way and that at the overwhelming sensation. Aizawa had never used the bullet vibe on himself, but he’d felt the strength of the vibrations against his hand as he decided on a setting for you, feeling the tingly sensations through your skin through the tape, before kicking it up a few notches. 

You were screaming behind the gag - Aizawa guessed you weren’t used to toys, but he felt no remorse. He put a strong hand on your hip, holding you flush to the mattress as your hips moved about wildly.

“This is what a villain would do. They’d tie you up, assault you…. Tear you down and exhaust you until you turn into a broken little cockslut. Aren’t I so much nicer? At least I plan on taking care of you after. Plus, I’ll still lo-“

He cut himself off, grimacing at the words that had almost slipped out. Aizawa wasn’t ready to admit that to himself just yet. He wanted to hold onto the allusion that he could resist you, that he didn’t need you, that you weren’t unequivocally important to him

Not like you were listening.

With a sigh, Aizawa sat back, content to watch you writhe as you wiggled your hips, the movement making your breasts jiggle slightly. Aizawa groaned internally, his erection straining, throbbing inside his pants.

“You’re so beautiful, your body is…. Indescribable really.” The man mumbled, eyes trained on your form. A sheen of sweat was covering your skin, making you shimmer, making you slick. Aizawa’s hands itched as he looked at you, wanting desperately to wrap around your waist, to hold you close as he rut against you. But he wanted to prove a point. He wanted to show you that he could be nice, that he had been treating you good, that you shouldn’t be a childish brat and shout insults at him every day.

But god, was it hard to just sit back and watch you.

He unzipped his pants, reaching past the waistband of both pants and boxers, hissing as he took his erection in hand. He was wet, leaking precum, but did he expect anything else? You were laid out in front of him like a feast, delicious.

You were so overwhelmed by the vibrator strapped to your pussy, you didn’t even notice Aizawa beginning to jerk himself off. It’s probably better that way, he figures - if you realized what he was doing, you’d probably have a fit. Your cries faded into tearful whimpers, long whines, which then morphed into guilty moans, enjoyment that you couldn’t hide. When you came the first time, Aizawa was watching your body, stroking his cock in time to the way your hips jumped against the vibe. 

When you came the second time, hair a mess, Aizawa moaned your name a little, his own cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire as he squished his thumb against the tip of his cock.

The third time you came, screaming out muffled nonsense, Aizawa couldn’t take it anymore.

He leaned forward, quickly undoing your gag, having to let go of his cock to work on the straps. When the plastic ball was free from your mouth, drool slicked over your chin, gulping breaths being taken, Aizawa surged forward, pressing you back into the mattress as he kissed you hungrily. 

You whined into his mouth, naked chest pressed against his shirt, crying in overstimulation as the vibrations between your legs didn’t give up.

“Mhm, you taste-“ The man had broken away from your mouth, only to dive back in again for a quick taste before speaking again. “-so damn good.”

“Aizawa-Aiz-aah! Aah!” You keened, a fourth orgasm washing over you, leaving your nerves tingling, buzzy. 

“That’s right, that’s who’s making you feel so good. You feel good, don’t you?” He pressed, crowding closer to you. He was in the process of pushing down his pants, his boxers, kicking them off.

“No, no no no, can’t-can’t-it hurts! Mmmfh-!” You moaned, back arching again.

“Don’t lie. Listen to yourself, you sound like a whore.” Aizawa chuckled breathlessly, turning you slightly onto your side. He was feeling hot, flushed, feverish. He wanted to do so many things - fuck you stupid, cuddle you close, give you warm hugs and kiss your pussy until you ground against his face.

“No I…. I don’t!” You yelped, the way he was positioning you pushing the vibrator into a different position. “Aiz-mmmm, Aizawa! Please-oh god, oh god-oh, please, st-OP!”

A kiss shut you up, Aizawa licking inside your mouth, feeling your saliva smear against his stubbled chin, felt you fighting against your bindings again. Where did you get all the energy? 

He didn’t break the kiss to look down, to take himself in hand and guide his cock into the tight plushness of your thighs, right up against your dripping, messy cunt.

When he pushed forward, his mouth fell open. There was so much /pleasure/, he felt dumb, thick-headed and cotton-mouthed. You were so warm, so wet, and the vibrator was still buzzing away happily,  pulsating through his cock as it rested against your pussy. 

He wanted to cum, right then and there. 

Feeling his thick cock pressing between your thighs, you wrenched yourself away from the kiss, whimpering as he pressed his cock up to chase the buzzing sensation, increasing the pressure of the vibe against your skin.

“Wait, ah, wait! Please, no more-mhmm! I’ll-I’ll be gO-od!” You whined, hips bucking again as the feeling built up again. 

Aizawa thumbed at the wetness covering your face, trying to wipe away the tears, but simultaneously forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let it out, I won’t look, there’s no need-fuck-no need to be embarrassed sweetheart.” 

He reassured, knowing you were close to humming again. This time, he didn’t want you to have to finish alone.

With another gentle caress to your cheek, Aizawa grabbed your hips, before smoothly sliding his cock through your thighs, fucking right against your pussy. It felt incredible, better than anything else he’d ever experienced in his sex life - hell, in his entire existence.

Aizawa tried to hold himself back from humping against you, pumping his hips wildly, but he couldn’t stop himself. Not when he was so worked up, not when you were moaning and gasping in his arms, shaking towards another orgasm.

“That’s it, almost there, just a little longer.” He reassured, voice strained and almost cracking in pitch as he neared his end.

“I can’t, I can’t, don’t make me! Don’t-aaah! No, no, plea-SE!” 

Your muscles tensed, Aizawa could feel it, your body pressed so tightly against his own. Then you were gone, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent gasp, brows furrowed as you were forced into cumming again.

It made Aizawa burst, feeling your thighs tense around his cock, your cunt convulsing, body trembling. He came easily, covering the inside of your thighs with his sticky seed, before quickly pulling himself free. 

He had just had an earth-shattering orgasm, but he needed to get you cleaned up. After all, you had just had /several/ earth shattering orgasms.

The vibe was turned off, the tape gently pulled away You flinched at every tug, skin burning with sensitivity, all of your nerves fried and overstimulated. 

Tape off, Aizawa reached up and unbound your hands, quickly throwing the vibe and extra set of cuffs back towards the towel (he hoped - his brain wasn’t working well enough to know if he was accurate or not).

Aizawa felt... good, warm inside. He didn’t want to acknowledge the feelings swirling around in his chest, the contentedness that came from just holding you, but he couldn’t exactly deny all of it either.

The two of you sat there, you lost in your own headspace (subspace? Aizawa didn’t know the terms.. but for you, he’d be willing to learn).

“You did so well, look at you.” The man breathed, looking down at your body. Fuck him, even covered in sweat and cum and fluids, you were still the most enticing thing he had ever seen.

You didn’t respond, just occasionally blinking at the ceiling, still as a mouse. 

You were submissive and compliant for the time being, not struggling when Aizawa gathered you into his arms, cradled your head to his chest. His heart soared at the physical contact - you hadn’t let him do so much as look at you without yelling or snarking some mean insult. This was progress.

Aizawa kissed the top of your head, noting that the two of you would need a long shower in a bit. 

You were so fucked out, Aizawa almost felt a little bad at your disheveled state.

At least he had been merciful this time.

Lawd its all true!!

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synopsis: your exes closest friends want a taste at his birthday party. (college au) k. bakugo & s. todoroki

warnings: 18+ content mdni choking, biting, unprotected sex, threesome, oral (m. receiving), all characters are aged up.

They had no idea when it started.

Perhaps it was the small kisses they would see you share with their best friend. Your soft, plush lips puckering and delivering sweet pecks to his cheek. The same lips that caused him to moan out in pleasure, so loud that they could hear his hushed curses and mantra of your name through the walls of the frat house.

They’ve fisted themselves to the thought of your sloppy cunt in their face and creaming around their length, and face the two of you with indifference the next day.

Months went by until the two of you broke up. You called it off, rumors of MIDORIYA cheating had circulated and, when you received an airdropped video of said male with another girl - it was a matter of time.

BAKUGO would never tell you or him that he recorded it without permission. The same way TODOROKI would die with the fact that he airdropped the video anonymously to you and other people on campus.

They felt bad and stopped by your apartment to come clean about the master plan they curated due to their mutual sexual interest in you. But, when you opened the door to your apartment all teary eyed, lips poked out in a sad pout, they decided it was best to never speak of it again.

That was sophomore year of college. Now, the three of you were seniors. You got over your good for nothing ex and even harbor cordial feelings toward him. Which is why you were invited to his birthday party.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” The blonde mumbled. You were seated in his lap, back facing him as he kissed your neck with an intensity that would leave bruises in the morning. A whimper escaped your lips as he slipped his hand inside your underwear, coating his fingers in your slick before slowly thrusting his fingers into you.

Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss. His hands were rough and calloused from time playing rugby, causing a friction that can only be described as delicious. “Focus on me doll.” Two small pats on your cheek caused you to blink them open.

Pulling your tube top down, your breast spilled out in front of him like an invitation. One hand fondled your nipple as he latched his mouth on the other, a broken moan escaping your lips as he provided pleasure to both.

Between the pump of his fingers and the other male’s ministrations on your breast, you were delirious from arousal.

Tears streamed down your face as the tightening coil snapped and you gushed all over his hand, him silencing your drawn out whimper with a searing kiss that took your breath away.

“Been awhile since you came like that yeah?” He asked, breaking the kiss and staring at the sole string of saliva that kept you connected. “Doubt he ever made you feel that good, isn’t that right?”

It was true. As much as you hated talking bad about your ex, he focused more so on his pleasure rather than yours. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he fell asleep after his release, leaving you either sexually frustrated and having to finish what he started.

You hadn’t even noticed the two men stripped down to their boxers until you felt Todoroki caress your cheek, his cold hand a stark contrast to your hot body.

As quick as Midoriya had entered your mind he left. You had two fine men behind and in front of you, achingly hard, and pulling a mind boggling orgasm that you just had to have again.

You were completely at their mercy. A desire to please and be pleased bubbling within you.

Allowing yourself to be pushed down with an unfamiliar gentleness from the blonde, he watched as your back arched at the perfect angle, running his hand down your spine, loving the feeling of your soft skin under his palms.

“Don’t think about him. We’re gonna take real good care of you baby.”

The two of you let out a moan in unison. He was huge, just the tip stretching your cunt and causing tears to litter your waterlines. “Fucking hell.” Leaning over, he bit your shoulder as he sunk deeper inside, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you squeezed him so deliciously.

“Suki-” His name sounded purely pornographic on his lips. If you wouldn’t shut up soon he’d cum at an embarrassingly quick rate. No wonder that stupid nerd had never made you cum, your pussy had to be heaven sent.

“How many times am I going to have to tell you eyes on me?” Todoroki gripped your jaw harshly, lifting your head so you were eye level with his dick that was in dire need of attention. “Open.”

There was something about the calm, collected, sweet Todoroki being demanding. Borderline mean even. And her hotheaded, impatient childhood friend Bakugo handling her with the softest of touches and assuring kisses.

They were polar opposites in bed and you loved it.

A harsh thrust caused you to barrel forward, choking on his dick as both of the males groaned simultaneously. “Sorry, m- fuck sorry.” Despite his apologies he continued his harsh thrust, losing himself in the warmth of your walls.

“Such a pretty girl even when you’re, mm- choking on my dick.” Sweat littered his forehead and his grip tightened in your hair, dragging his length up and down your throat.

The room was filled with the sound of their grunts and moans, skin slapping, with sex and arousal heavy in the air. A threesome with you ex’s closed friends never crossed your mind but you wish it did.

“Gonna swallow me up doll?”

“Want me to fill this pussy with cum?”

Your pliancy was shown as you pushed back on the blonde behind you, deep throating the male in front as they both released harmonious moans in the air.

Unlike last time, your orgasm surprised you. An unhinged, erotic moan falling from your lips. “Shit-” Gritting his teeth, Todoroki let his load out down your throat. His brows were knitted, head thrown back as his chest heaved at the exertion.

His lips found their way on yours in a sloppy kiss. Spit smearing as he lazily molded the two of you together as Bakugo shot hot ropes into you with shallow thrusts. His head nestled in your neck as he mumbled praises in your ear, along the lines of “good girl” and “did so well”

Moments passed. Todoroki left to get you a bottle of water, leaving the other to help you to the shower and a clean pair of clothes.

“So, he finally makes an appearance!” Midoriya joked, his leech of a current girlfriend on his arm. “You not feeling well or something?” He asked, motioning to the bottle of water in his hold.

“It’s not for me.”

He raised a brow at that, “One of the guys sick or something?”

“No shithead,” Bakugo snorted as he entered the kitchen, opening the pantry door and taking out a specific few snacks before closing it. “Said she was hungry too and you left your phone upstairs.”

“Who?”

Turning their heads, they looked at their friend with different expressions. Conflicted, guilty even, the other smug and prideful.

“Who else besides our favorite girl.” Bakugo beamed, reaching in the pocket of his sweats to hand him a card with oh so familiar handwriting.

“She said happy birthday by the way.”

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

"Okay, that's enough."

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

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

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

"The club's closing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thirty minutes?"

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

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

"'S gonna make me sober?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...My wallet's missing."

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

"You're kidding me."

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...Sure." You growl.

"I'm not!"

"Well. This is me."

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

"This is you?"

"Yup."

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

"It's a nice place."

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

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

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

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

"Uh, hold on, actually."

The doors lock. You fight a smile.

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

"Yes?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How're you feeling, Pretty?"

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

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

The noirette hums, eyes dropping to your lips.

"Want to try again?"

You nod, "Yes please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you'll take it."

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

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

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

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

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

"You can add another."

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

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

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

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

"Ask nicely, Pretty."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready when you are."

You roll your eyes. What a gentleman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you'd never ask."