Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby Reader
Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink
Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons
“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.
The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.
She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.
You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.
He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.
That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.
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This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.
Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.
He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.
You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.
But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.
You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.
His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.
“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.
Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.
He wouldn’t.
“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.
He would.
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As soon as Kirishima got you into his room, he was all over you. The scent blockers that you thought you’d so strategically hidden were ripped off without hesitation, Kirishima burrowing his nose right into your scent gland. He groans at the smell, a mix of honey and cinnamon.
He licks at your scent gland, releasing pheromones that will hopefully push you into heat.
He pulls away slightly to get a good look at you, tweaking your nipples through your top and he notices the slight rubbing in your thighs. You were just too cute.
He leans into you, nipping at your neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Need me? Need your big, strong alpha to make it better, hm? Talk to me.” You whine at his words, the feel of his teeth grazing your scent gland about to send you into a frenzy. When did it get so hot? “Please, Eiji.” You practically beg, but that’s not enough for Kirishima, no. He wants you to need him.
He tsks and gives a slight shake of his head before pulling away from you slightly. You whine at the loss of body heat but Kirishima is quick to shut that down with a searing kiss, tongue swirling with yours before sucking and nipping at your bottom lip. “You need me, baby. Know you do. Jus’ wanna hear you say it.” He whispers into your mouth.
How did you end up like this? He had practically blackmailed you, threatened to expose your secret and throw you into the lion’s den, yet you’re seriously aching to get on your knees for him. Ready to give him anything he wants.
“Need you, Eiji. Need you so fucking bad.” You mewl into his neck, sucking hickies into his scent gland. Kirishima groans at your neediness, ready to devour you completely. “Yeah?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. You don’t know why, but you feel the heat intensifying. And the waves of arousal feel much more profound than usual.
Kirishima seems to notice your confusion, cock stirring in his jeans. You really have no idea how this works do you? “What’s wrong, babe?” He asks you with faux concern. “Heat about to break?” He grins wolfishly.
You feel your stomach fall to your ass.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He says, peeling away at his clothes. “Well, I’ll try anyway.” He chuckles.
The sight of his rock hard abs and muscles has your panties soaking and the way he’s looking at you, like you're a cute, chunky bunny ready to be eaten has your heart skipping beats.
“Well?” Kirishima gestures to your clothes, wanting more than anything to rip them off your body. “Not gonna make me wait, are you?” He asks, stroking the length of his cock. You immediately shimmy out of your clothes, your eyes trained on the motion of his hand. He has the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It’s heavy, the tip is a nice shade of pink, and it’s drooling pre and you want nothing more than to feel the weight of it against your tongue, but it seems like Kiri has a different idea.
“Next time, baby. Right now,” He hoists you up as if you weigh nothing, and honestly, you probably don’t to him, and he unceremoniously drops you on his bed. His hands find purchase on your thighs, it being one of his favorite things about you. “I need to taste you. You gonna let me, hm? Gonna let me make you cum for me?” He mumbles into the skin, and you know you're done for.
“Please, Eiji. Please make me cum.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes. The sight has Kirishima groaning. He wants to ruin you.
He spreads your pussy lips apart, running a finger along your slick before sucking the finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. That only seems to encourage him to drink right from the source. Before you know it, he’s pushing your thighs to your chest and is sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud in rhythmic strokes. You gasp at the feeling, nobody ever eating you out with such vigor before. He’s moaning into your cunt, lapping up as much of your juices as he can but it’s just not enough! He needs more.
He reaches one hand down and rubs it through your slick before pressing a finger inside. You moan, your cunt clenching around the digit while trying to ignore the embarrassing shlick! sound your cunt is making.
It doesn’t take long before Kirishima pulls an orgasm from you and you barely have time to recover before the second one rips through you.
You didn’t even realize he’d come up until you felt his lips against yours and the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
You gasp as he stuffs his full length in one go, the tip rubbing against your g-spot deliciously with every snap of his hips.
It feels so good, almost too good, the way he’s grinding his pubic bone against you, and when he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts, you know you’re a goner.
You’re gushing around his cock, a lewd squelch sound being made every time his hips snap into yours and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “Feel good, baby? Fuck, your pussy feels s’good. S’good to me, baby. So. Fucking Good. Gonna knot you. Fill you up with my pups. Y’want that, baby? Say “yes, daddy.”” Emphasizing his words with each vicious thrust.
He’s fucking into you with vigor, chasing after his own orgasm and at the same time you both reach your climax, your cunt spasming around his pulsing cock as he shoots load, after load into your abused cunt. He’s pawing at your body, the feeling of the soft, doughy flesh somehow intensifying his orgasm.
You cry out, your plush stomach flexing as you feel all your muscles going taut as your orgasm washes over you. Kirishima works you both through it, laying sweet kisses along your neck and chest before pressing one to your lips and cheek. You giggle at his softness, knowing he couldn’t keep the act up for much longer.
“Kiriii.” You whine as he blows raspberries into your neck. “(Y/NNNNN).” He mocks back, before pressing more kisses to your face. “We need to shower.” You pout, the sight making him fall deeper in love with you. He sighs, snuggling further into you, “But whyyy, we’re just gonna do it all over again and you smell like me.” He pouts back and neither one of you can help but bust out laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll get the bath started. You want cookies?” “You have my favorites?” You ask, perking up at the sound of your favorite snack. “Don’t I always?” He smirks. He is your alpha after all.
Okay so I think as an alpha, it’s hard to get Tamaki angry, but once he does, he goes feral.
Like normally, he has exceptional control over his instincts. He’s not as territorial as others, but there is one thing that can send him into a frenzy.
And that was someone threatening his claim.
You almost felt bad for the poor excuse of an alpha that tried his luck with you. But you’d warned him. You’d been polite, informing him you weren’t interested and were already claimed, but he insisted, was certain he could be a better alpha than the one that would dare let you out of his sight.
You figured since he wasn’t taking a hint that your best bet would be to be direct, harsh even, but it seemed bruising his ego only seemed to stoke his flame.
He didn’t seem to notice your scent changing, the smell of frankincense overpowering your usual scent of lilies and patchouli. And he definitely didn’t notice your alpha stalking over to you guys, too focused on trying to get you home with him.
The alpha doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels the warm gush of blood running from his nose and the harsh pavement under the palm of his hands. He reaches up to assess the damage before letting out a hiss at the searing pain the shoots to his face.
Yep, definitely broken.
He grits his teeth and looks up at the fucker that dared to hit him, but isn’t prepared to come face to face with Pro Hero Suneater.
“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing to my mate?” Tamaki grits out, eyes lit with hatred for the alpha in front of him. Normally, he’s a talker. He hates when situations escalate to violence, but this guy knew what he was doing, your claiming mark clear as day.
“Hey man, I-I didn’t know-” He tries to stammer but Tamaki is quick to shut that down. “But you did, I heard her say it. Multiple times.” He blankly stares at the guy before hauling him up by his collar. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave with the shred of dignity you have left, and if I find that you’re harassing omegas again, you’re going to be left with more than a fucked face. Do I make myself clear?” The man’s head nearly flies off the way he nods in affirmation and Tamaki drops him where he stands.
He’s immediately on you, checking you to ensure there’s not a scratch on you before he guides you out of the park.
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You’re aware of how Tamaki gets after a huge display of dominance. He’s still pumped up on adrenaline and needs a way to release the frustration before becoming a recluse.
It's one of the rare times in which he loses complete composure.
As soon as you’re both through the threshold he’s hoisting you up, your thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you.
He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue laving over your claiming mark before he kisses his way to your lips, licking into your mouth. You moan against him, his clothed cock pressing against your cunt through your panties. You feel slick pool between your legs, soaking the fabric. “Please, Tama.” You whine. He offers you a bit of relief when he reaches a hand down and rips your underwear off. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ve got you.” He murmurs into your mouth. He can hardly wait, opting to just haphazardly pull down his sweats and boxers. He jerks himself off really quick, moaning at the feeling before pushing into you.
You both groan at the feeling, Tamaki trying to quell his whimpers by gnawing at your claiming mark. You whimper as he bites the sensitive skin, cunt clenching around him.
You jerk in his arms, your orgasm already fast approaching even though it feels he’s just getting started. “Fuck, bunny. So wet f’me. Am I making you feel good?” He murmurs, big indigo eyes looking up at you. Even through spats of dominance, glimpses of your Tamaki shine through. You nod at his words, tears beginning to build in your lash line, “Yeah, gonna cum f’ you, Tama. Gonna-” The words escape you as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent scream. He works you through it, reaching a hand down to rub your clit and nibbling around your claiming mark. He slowly pulls out, easing you down as you relax. He pulls his hand from you before putting his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.
“You always taste so good for me, bunny.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You look up at him with a dopey smile before you feel what seems like suction cups on your thighs. You look to see Tamaki fingers have turned into tentacles before looking back at him.
Synopsis: After an illness wiped out forty-three percent of the world population. Humans found allies in an Alien race called Xchoxsen. In exchange for their medical advances. Humans supplied them with things such as blood and mates. Aliens and Humans have co-existed for years at this point and never has the king ever taken a mate.
Warnings: 18 + Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not own Mha or the characters this is a work of fiction. This piece contains themes of, monster fucking, sex, vaginal penetration, and monster cocks, mentions body fluid, virginity loss, blood, nipple play, pet names such as Little One and Kitten. Shy undertones of praise kink, breeding kink, and sadism if you squint and turn your head really fast.
A sudden cacophony of chiming disrupts Y/n peaceful slumber, and she jolts awake. She clings to the sheets wrapped around her body and lurches back until something velvety presses against her spine. Her big syrupy eyes frantically move from face to face, wall to wall as she takes in her foreign surroundings. “It is ok, we will not hurt you.” A tall woman with dark purple hair steps forward. She recognized her as Nemuri, the Xchosxen spoke person, right hand the alien king. “Are you understanding me ok, Y/n?” Y/n confusedly nods her head. There’s a growing pain that throbs in her ears that vibrates the inside of her skull making it hard for her to form a proper thought. “We’ve come to wake you and give you medicine for the pain from the translator implantation.” She cautiously steps forward so as not to alarm the befuddled human. Hesitantly Y/n takes the cup half filled with a pellucid liquid she’d mistaken for water until its sweetness coated her dry sandy tongue. A surprising warmth travels all over, and the pain instantly dissipates. “T- Thank you.” Nemuri sent the unfamiliar people away before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Do you remember?” She finally asks after analyzing Y/n for a few passing breaths. “Yeah, I- Remember.”
The announcement flooded every electronic device at the same time, all displaying the same message. ‘King Shota Aizawa is to take a mate. The selection begins at 7 pm.’ Humans and aliens have co-existed since Y/n was a child. It was the world’s new normal, acknowledging life from other planets and them acknowledging earthlings. Who all weren’t so different, and all parties decided to focus on their likes and similarities instead of their dislikes and oppositions. Like, humans enjoyed living, and the Xchosxens helped them do that after there was an unexpected illness that plagued society and took out many innocent people. Forty-three percent of the world’s population was wiped out over a span of four months. The Xchosxen appeared offering aid in exchange for humans providing` land, mates, and blood. Most humans happily accepted these conditions for many feared the illness would claim the rest of the world leaving humans an extinct race.
The selection didn’t happen often, out of gratitude and curiosity many humans were more than willing to provide the Xchosxen with anything they asked especially when it came to mating. The Xchosxen are creatures of beauty both the females and males have an aura about them that compels the attention of anyone within their proximity. Y/n has heard stories about what incredible lovers they were and how the opportunity should never be passed up to ‘used’ by an Xchosxen. “I was dropping my cousin off at the selection hall when the rebellion group the UnXchosxen attacked. Oh god, my cousin is she ok?” Y/n tries to stand from the bed but is weighed down by the heavy effects of the medicine.
“She’s fine. She is with lord Bakugo, He has selected her as his mate, and she accepted.” Y/n sighs in relief and tries to desolate her rapidly beating heart. “You were hurt during the attack; our King saved you… you are his selection.”
“ ME? But I...” that didn’t quite sound right to Y/n. Im just me, Y/n. This had nothing to do with confidence. Y/n doesn’t have low self-esteem, she didn’t wallow in self-doubt about being plus-sized. She was more than happy with her extra fluffy bits. This didn’t sound right because Y/n wasn’t one to seek out the extraordinary. She’s always been content with the simple things. This was anything but simple.
“Yes, you ran into his arms when the second explosion went off,” Y/n recalls the memory. The first explosion erupted blowing her a few feet away from where she originally stood into the hard stone wall. Everything around her was disrupted, the sound of the people screaming was muffled by buzzing in her ears, abstract stars danced in her vision, and the gushing blood running down her face drowned her with the smell and taste of iron. Some rebels dressed in all black started dragging women by their hair and fighting men. She pushed her weak limbs to limp away she was met with a pair of warm arms that cradled her. The second explosion shook the foundation beneath her feet. She incoherently muttered and begged before passing out. She came to for a moment and she remembered the warmth that canvased her body and the sensation of something slick and warm running over her cheeks and forehead repeatedly. “Will you not have him?” even though denial isn’t an option, at least not in the situation Nemuri still asks, she looks at Y/n curiously tilting her head and watching the apprehension ground her shoulders into a slump.
I can’t deny the King, can I? “ I accept.”
Things move too quickly to stop. Upon accepting the king’s selection Y/n was bathed in water that smelled like berries and warmed Tonka. She tried to cover herself as the women pulled and lifted her body parts to run the soapy washcloth over her brown skin. When her bath was completed, they adorned her short plump body in a diaphanous dress that clung loosely to her curvy shape, the thin sheer white material left nothing to the imagination. The robe added an extra layer of coverage that she was thankful for, but even then, the outline of her nipples could be traced by the faintest of eyesight. Her mind ticked faster than the hands on a clock. With endless questions as she tried to ignore the creeping heat flooding her most inner depths. She was overly sensitive to touch. Small gusts of air would brush past her causing the vellus hair of her arms to bristle and needle her skin. Goosebumps tracked up her legs and her heart beat with an unknown urgency she couldn’t fathom.
The maidans led her to the king’s chambers. Anxiety hit her in waves, tides of nerves crashed over her from head to toe. It smells like fresh rain and forged lulii berries. She thought when she entered the large dark room. Black walls dressed in gold trimming, scaled above her head to the highest ceilings she’d ever seen. Located on the other side of the room was a bed fit for a king as it spanned almost from corner to corner. “He will be with you shortly. If you need anything in the meantime, the communication device on the side table will alert the chambermaids.” Y/n smiled nervously. “Thank you, Nemuri.”
Y/n sat on the bed and the fuzzy duvet melted against her skin. Before she was able to be consumed by her anxiety the door opened. Y/n watched as King Shota approached her with the grace of an angel. She had never actually seen him before. He didn’t make many public appearances. But she knew he would be undeniably handsome and that this was him. He was tall with wide broad shoulders and black eyes that did not waver. His presence overwhelmed her, rooting her in place. The serpentine of heat in her belly begins to coil. Its spindly threads knotted tightly ceasing air from her lungs.
In the blink of an eye, Y/n is encapsulated in cords on hard muscles. “Breathe.” He coos. A rough calloused hand cradles her cheek. She let out a rigid breath and peered into a galaxy of onyx irises that surveyed her. “Just like that Y/n, breathe.” His deep voice caressed her eardrums and soothed her nerves. “What is this?” Y/n whimpered helplessly. The feeling she had been fighting all day exploded, kindled by the touch of his hands. She was arrested by the sensation of need and desire. Something she never experienced. It blazed through her veins and made her tummy wind in on itself. “I’m sorry little one, … I imprinted on you when I tasted from your wounds.” His hands slid down the length of her body to find purchase on her exposed thigh. “When you ran into my arms the scent of your blood called to me. I meant only to heal you; the imprint was involuntary but couldn’t be helped. Imprints start the mating process, the feelings you’re experiencing won’t stop … not until we’ve completed the mating bond.”
“So, once we completed it. Will I be free to go home?” Y/n chest expands as she inhales sharply. Shota runs his nose along her jawline inhaling the sweet, lush scent of her flesh. “No, Little one. It is set. You are mine. I am Yours.” She tries her best to remain clear-headed even though she felt intoxicated by him. “But you didn’t mean to imprint on me. Wouldn’t you want to make a selection of your choosing?” Shota nips at the nook of Y/n neck. She feels his lips curve into a smile. “I choose you Y/n. Are you going to deny me what is rightfully mine?”
Not that you can.
“I- I’ve n-never, done it… I am a virgin.” She admits shyly. An animalist purring reverberates in Shota’s chest. “You’re weeping through your dress.” His large hand grips the divots of her meaty thighs. “Will you have me Y/n? Will you give yourself to me? Let me have you in every way I see fit?” He shifts his body, so Y/n is perched on his lap facing him. Her brown eyes are glazed over with lust.
He cups her perfectly sized breasts to massage them. The airy material of the dress tickles her nipples, and they stiffen. He looked into her eyes waiting for her answer. Tweaking her pert pecks between his fingertips causes her to make a noise between a squeal and a groan. “Yes.”
Shota crashes his lips on hers. The succulent pillows conceded without a fight. His tongue lined the edges demanding access and she willfully granted it. The kiss deepened to a passionate dance until Shota pulled away. “Undress me… I want to feel you.” Shota answers her unasked question. Y/n found the hem of the loose tunic and began to move it up his body. Her fingertips brush across smooth plates of hardness until reaching his head and tossing the fabric to the side. “Lift your hands.” Shota already has the dress bunched at her waist, and with one quick motion Y/n was bare, all of her exposed just for him. “Don’t.” He commands when she tries hiding her breast.
Y/n suddenly found her back hitting the bed, Shota’s hot mouth encloses her nipple, and he sucks on the bud with purpose. “You make such pretty sounds Little One.” Lost to the abundance of new sensations Y/n mindless moans. Shota’s fingers journeyed between her thighs, and he parted her puffy warm lips to find her swollen clit. “There she is.” He murmurs as he begins stroking tiny circles. “You’re so soft. It’s like silk.”
Shota watched as Y/ns’ mouth parted wider letting more sexy moans escape. The pulse in her swollen nub hastened against the tips of his finger. “ Sh-sho.” Y/n cries out. Shota adds a bit more pressure to her begging sex. Her pudgy tummy contracted and released in sync with her labored breathing. His dick pressed uncomfortably into the bottom retraining it. He knows he needs to prep her virgin pussy but the thought of stretching and tearing her apart appealed to him. He groaned watching her overtaken by pleasure. Her body stiffens. Without warning Shota drops to his knees, gripping hard into Y/n’s thighs `opening her as much as possible. “Open, just like this.”
Y/n watched incredulously as Shota disappeared between her legs. She heard his pant kiss the floor right before his tongue laved her pussy. “Ahh,” throwing her head back into the mattress her hips buck shallowly into his tongue. “You taste so fucking sweet. All of you.” Shota groans burying his face deeper to suck her needy nub between his lips. Just one more. “ arrgghh- ‘
Shota places a tender kiss on her clit before rising to his feet.
His face glistened with evidence of Y/n’s satisfaction. Biting her lips, she yearned to taste herself on his lips. She let her eyes wander down. In his large hand, Shota fisted the base of his dick. She noticed the tip was blushing pink with rivulets of precum dripping down his ribbed shaft. It’s too big, he can’t… it won’t. Y/n was both fearful and intrigued.
Pulling her to the edge of the bed, Shota ruts into her. Bathing his cock in her essence the ribs hit her overstimulated clit and sends trembles throughout her body. Shota aligns the tip at her entrance. He feels her shudder in his grasp. “Keep your eyes here, Little One. And breathe for me.” Shota pushed into her resistance slowly but easily dominating it. His hand rubbed over her labia adding some pleasure to the pain. Her face contorted as she tried to remember. Breathe Y/n.
He continued until he was completely seated in her tight silken grasp.
“Kiss me,” Y/n begs between breathy pants. Shota leans forward and claims her lips. He completely devours her mouth. His hips started with shallow pumps, and when he knew she was ready they turned into slow, full thrust. “I’m trying, so hard not to… break you, Little one. To be gentle but I want nothing more than to rage war on your body. And tear your little pussy in two.” There was a quiet desperation in his words. He didn’t just want, he needed to ravage her.
“Please, I want you to… I- I can take it.” She whimpers rocking her hips to meet his. Shota wasn’t strong enough to not appease her request; even if he thought he should. He simply couldn’t. Pulling one of her legs over his shoulder he held the other at his side. His pace picked up and the force behind them jolted y/n naked body around. Shota watched as his firm cock plunged in and out; sticky cream bands around his girth and mix with streaks of her red innocence. “Look at that, Kitten you’ve made a masterpiece of my cock.”
“ Shota,” Y/n found herself in a world of ecstasy. He nibbled on the instep of her foot while he began pulling her clit between his fingers. “I’m going to fill you up…fuck you full till your belly swells,” Shota grunted lost in a heaven of slick warmth. Goosebumps traveled up his back, sweat pebbled his skin. And his balls drew up tight to one another until they kissed. “Cum with me, give me all of you.” It was not a request but a demand that catapulted her body into an ascension of bliss.
An animalistic growl erupted from Shota as he released spraying thick ropes of cum into y/n’s bruised feathery walls.
Heavy inconsistent pants staggered each other. Shota picked up Y/n’s limp body and settled her in the middle of the bed in his arms. “This begins our forever, my queen.” Punctuating with a tender kiss on her forehead.
『♡』 making out, praising, affection, slow making out bc I know katsuki absolutely loves it,
Slow hands find grip on the fat of your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles. The apartment AC whirrs, cooling the air around your warmed bodies. You puff out a short breath, hands trailing up his body.
Katsuki hums at the feeling of your hands on his chest, one hand coming to your lower back. He pulls you closer with a thick palm, licking into your mouth and savoring the way you taste.
Your lips break from his for only a moment, to breathe, before you’re back on him. Your thumb rubs over his nipple, once, then twice to get a reaction. He lets out a grunt and jostles you in his lap.
The TV long forgotten, murmuring in the background, you soak in everything he gives you. His thick fingers slide to grip your ass, pulling you closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
One of your hands comes to tug at his blonde roots and it makes him float. He kisses you, slow and lazy. He allows every noise you elicit to come to the surface, not bothering to suppress anything. You’re leaving a peck to his lips, slow and soft, and then trailing down his neck.
He hums again at your tongue on his skin. It makes him so hot and bothered- ready to spring into action. But today you’re moving so slow, the both of you. You’re taking your time like he’s going to disappear when you’re finished.
Katsuki resists the urge to buck up and allows you to suck deep purple and red splotches along his body. Unspoken rule that he’ll never bitch about the marks.
A thick, large hand finds his way to your hair and he lightly grips at the base of your skull so you’ll pull back and look at him. And god is he a sight to behold.
His lips are puffy and swollen, slick with spit. His face burns coral, prominent cheek bones and jaw line stinging with affection. And his eyes- oh, his eyes.
They stare into your own like he’s memorizing every detail of your existence. As if he was to carve a statue replica of you. And cherry irises flick down to your lips before his tongue is back in your mouth for the umpteenth time.
It makes a desperate, needy sound leave you. But in a slow, gentle movement he’s picking you up to lay you on your back. He takes special care to assure a pillow is under your head on the couch.
His hands wander, touching every part of your body he can in awe. And he starts to kiss, nice and easy again. Like he’s scared you’ll break if he moves too fast. He’s wearing the small, gold chain you got him for Christmas and it dangles, laying on top of your throat as he swallows up your love.
“My pretty little angel.” Katsuki murmurs, gruff and from somewhere deep within his soul.
You hum out in appreciation, arms winding around his neck and shoulders to pull him in. His length presses against your core but you make no effort to move.
You take the time to nibble on his bottom lip, massaging his shoulders with gentle hands. His hands take purchase on the back of your thighs and he rubs circles. His body, large and all muscle, lays so that he is slotted between you. Pressing against you in all the right places and ways, heavy.
“Yeah pretty ?” You gasp between kisses, and it’s got a sound one could only equate to a whimper coming from him.
“Prettiest thing on this earth, Katsuki.” And for the second time that day he whimpers, soaking in the praise.
He finds himself comfortable, ignoring the matter between his legs for the much more important one laid out in front of him. You invite him into your soul like he’s being offered tea and cookies.
You spend time like that, allowing one another to just be. To drink in praise and hold each other’s body so close it almost hurts. And Katsuki wonders what he ever did to deserve this.
Someone who’s willing to move slow, kiss him deeply and praise him all the while. It makes his head spin, his knees weak.
When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door."
From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else.
When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career.
Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have … not made it.
What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne.
She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end.
Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame."
In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life."
He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm.
Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.
tags: black au, no quirks, gang au, plus size reader
cw:weed(it’s dabi what you expect), inexperience,cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, doggy style, missionary
an:two my hood academia fics in the same month?! this takes place in the same universe as dangerous woman but you don’t have to read that for this. enjoy♡ thank @tamakishoochie for black! bnha characters . half ass edited
darius puts out his joint on the sidewalk, the last drags from his smoke coming out with his sighing. he walks inside the high-rise apartment. his boss, stella, asked him to come get her from kaprice’s ‘gang orca’s’ place after a long night.
this was outside his payroll.
he rubs his hand through his white coils, trying not to let his boss’ bullshit mess with his high. he rings the doorbell, hearing it inside before footsteps approach the door.
this tall ass nigga answers the door in only black silk boxers, black and white locs piled into a loose bun. “you darius?”
“yeah.”
kaprice steps aside for darius to come in. stella is sitting on the long couch smoking her slim cigarette in an oversized black shirt and shorts. her iconic finger waves flat and her face free of makeup. darius is used to her looking made up all the time so this is kinda a shock.
“ready to go?” he asks her and she sighs, putting the cigarette out on the crystal ashtray.
“let’s go.”
“looks like you had a good night.”
a hint of a smile ghosts across her face. “course i did.”
there's a soft creak as kaprice’s door opens and you step in, pausing to take in the scene. "….is this a bad time?”
darius thinks you look so out of place in the white dress and matching heels. your wavy wig comes in a rich ginger which compliments your brown skin tone and is that a fucking pig?
“baby!” kaprice grins, hugging you and kissing your cheek.
“you’re ruining my makeup!” you pout.
stella looks confused so kaprice clears it up.
“this my babygirl, y/n. say hi, baby.”
“hi,” you wave and smile.
“you have a sugar baby,” stella deadpans, “why am i not surprised.”
“girl, no. my daughter. i keep her out of the loop cause i don’t want no fucking weirdos after her. you didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“daddy, we’re supposed to go for brunch. we planned this a week ago.” you huff and adjust the chubby teacup pig in your arms.
kaprice sucks in air through his teeth. “sorry baby, i forgot. lemme get dressed then we go, yeah?”
stella steps past you and out the door. darius pauses to take a look at you. after a quick glance to make sure kaprice wasn’t nearby, he winks at you. “sup baby?”
your cheeks heat up a little. “hi.”
“you cute.”
“thank you,” you giggle, playing with a strand of hair.
darius glances up the stairs before taking his phone out. “gimme your number ‘fore yo daddy get back.”
you hesitate for a moment then take the phone, quickly tapping in the numbers then hand it back to him.
“i’ll call you. you better pick up.” he pinches your chin then walks out leaving some nice smelling cologne scent behind.
“oh lord,” you swoon, putting your hand on your chest.
you and kaprice sit at the table besides the window as the sun does its thing, giving yourselves a very nice glow.
you let out a contemplative hum as you hold a menu between your finely manicured hands, carefully scanning it over even though you know damn well you are going to order the same thing you always do. "i think they changed the menu. the continental breakfast isn’t here no more."
your dad squints slightly as he reads his options. "neither is the crepes."
"you think it's cuz–"
"hi, are you two ready to order?"
you flash a smile to the server as you both glance up. you take a last look at the menu before setting it down and saying your order.
you give your pig, barbie, her treat, patting her snout.
“so how’s school, sweetheart?” kaprice asks you.
you hum, tucking your hair behind your ear. “it’s good, my teachers are annoying though.”
“want me to take care of it?”
“daddy, no. it’s fine.” you pout and pick up your phone, seeing a message from an unknown number.
xxx-xxxx
>>hey beautiful
you
<<who this?
xxx-xxxx
>>the nigga you met this morning at kaprice’s crib
>>darius
your eyes wide a little and you quickly put the phone face down, cheeks hot.
“something wrong, sugar?” kaprice asks.
“everything’s fine, dad. a friend just texting me something annoying."
the waiter comes back with the yummy food and mimosas.
“thank you,” you smile and pick up the phone again, texting him back and saving his number.
you
<<oh hi
<<didn’t think you’d text
darius
>>and miss out on such a fine ass queen like yourself?
“who you texting?” kaprice asks, cutting into his waffle.
“a friend…” you mutter and put your phone down to eat.
there's a comfy silence as you both focus on your very delicious and expensive food. you take a second to enjoy the sweet taste of your cinnamon french toast before speaking back up. "how's finances going?"
the term you use to describe his line of work always seems to amuse him. “it’s going good, as always. you should know, considering you spend a chunk of it.”
"i don't spend a chunk of it!" you protest before you pop a strawberry in your mouth. “i think i’m very reasonable with my spending.”
he eyes barbie, who's napping in your purse. "uh huh."
“i have a lifestyle to keep up, daddy.” you huff and flip your hair over your shoulder.
his almond red eyes crinkle as he laughs softly. “i know.”
you dare pick up your phone again and see he double texted.
darius
>>wyd
you
<<eating with my dad
darius
>> wish i could eat you
you
<<you mean eat /with/ me?
darius
>>nah 👅✌🏾💦💦💦
your stare at his text, a bit confused before you get it. your face feels warm as you put your phone back down and stare at the table, dazed.
“something wrong, sugar?” kaprice asks you, eyes not leaving his plate.
“um…no, no, everything is fine, dad. just school stuff,” you mutter and start eating again.
in another part of town, darius spins in the swivel chair while texting you, barely paying attention to stella’s meeting as he smirks at his phone. he casually moves his arm off the armrest as stella stabs a knife into that same spot, unbothered.
“better be doing something important, dumbass,” she growls.
“one sec,” darius says, words punctuated with the loud typing coming from his phone. he ignores the heat of stella's vexed glare, humming softly as his finger presses send.
darius
<<so when imma see you?
“darius, i will fucking shoot you,” stella says, pointing her pistol at him. “get off the—“
he blatantly cuts her off with the same finger. “almost done.”
shawty with the fatty 🍑🍑💦💦
>>idk
>>i’m kinda busy this week
darius
<<damn
<<what about next week?
shawty with the fatty 🍑🍑💦💦
>>i should be free
>>friday
darius
<<;great
<< see you then👅💦
satisfied, darius turns to his boss. the glare she gives him would put the strongest man to cry but alas this is just another tuesday for him. "you was saying?"
she bares her teeth into a smile, it's obviously not a happy one.
"next time i see your ass not paying attention, i will shoot your fucking dick off."
"uh huh" darius makes a show of writing her words down on his phone. "... fucking dick off... got it, boss." he looks back at her and smiles, pocketing his phone.
he revels in the way her nostrils flare and her eyes widen lividly.
"nigga be fucking for real."
the sound of bubbles popping interrupts the soft lofi music you put on the background, signaling an incoming text. you reach over your study notes as your phone lights up with a pic of you and your pig. a closer look shows darius as the owner of the text, making your tummy swoop.
darius
>>wya
you
<<in my apartment why
darius
>>where that at?
you chew your lip as you stop your legs from swinging.
you
>>{location sent}
darius
>>omw
>look pretty cause i’m takin you out
you squawk in surprise, scaring barbie in her bed, and bolt to your room to get ready.
half an hour later, darius pulls up in front of the luxury apartments, turning his radio down to see better.
he shoots you a quick text to tell you he’s here and you respond that you’re coming.
the spinning doors turn and the pinkest thing he’s ever seen steps out, looking around.
you adjust your skirt and top, bending to pick up barbie as you rush down the stairs towards his car.
“oh fuck,” he groans at the view, biting his lip.
you sit in his audi, smiling wide. “hey, wassup? sorry, my hair’s messy as hell. i was supposed to curl it but then you texted and—“
“hey, chill the fuck out, baby. you look good.”
“thank you.”
barbie squeals in your arms, snuffling your hand. you’ve dressed her in a little pink bandana around her neck to match your outfit.
“why the fuck you got a pig?” darius asks.
“she’s my baby. her name’s malibu barbie q.” you smile, kissing her head.
“barbie q? like fucking barbecue?” he laughs.
“exactly. isn’t she the cutest? my dad got her for my birthday last year and i love her so much.”
darius stares at barbie, raising an eyebrow. she stares back, chewing the fuck out of a treat you gave her.
“she aight,” he shrugs and turns to drive asoff.
you pet her again. “so, where we going? you know i’m not supposed to even talk to you, right?”
“why not?”
you shrug. "you want to ask my dad why?"
darius thinks about it. “nah. hell nah.”
"uh huh. i won’t tell, if you won’t.”
he side eyes you a little, smile spreading on his face. "aight. you ever been to the fair?”
you think. “once when i was a kid, before my dad got too busy to take me out anymore. we going?”
“yup.”
you squeal in excitement.
*
darius pulls into the parking lot of the fair, turning off the engine.
you stare at the bright lights. “ooh, it looks so pretty, look, barbie.”
barbie lets out a small oink as you step out of the car and put her down.
“i know it's gonna be so fun.”
darius puts his tattooed arm around your shoulder, leading you to the ticket booth. you draw a lot of attention with your outfit but darius’ stink eye sets them straight.
“two tickets and a pet, please,” you smile at the ticket master. he looks at barbie, unimpressed. “you’re not allowed on some of the rides with your pet.”
“that’s fine.”
he slides the tickets over for darius. “enjoy.”
“barbie, you’re gonna have to walk now,” you coo and put her down, holding her bedazzled leash with one hand and darius’ hand with the other. “what should we do first?”
you look around, surveying the bright and colorful scenery. you spot a stall with hanging stuffed animals. “let’s do that one. i want one of those big toys.”
darius sees it’s one of those laser shooting games. oh he’s got this down.
the stall owner barely looks bothered when you approach him and point at a stuffed pink panda. “can i have that one?”
“gotta knock the bullseyes down, sweetness,” he smiles.
darius slaps a twenty dollar bill on the counter. “one round. i’m gonna win that bear for you, babe.”
you smile hopefully, stepping back to give him room.
the carny gives him the little green pistol and presses a button for the six targets to spring up and start moving.
he only gets two down.
“what the fuck?!” he shouts after missing again. “your shit rigged.”
“want another go?” the carny teases, counting the money.
you look at barbie. she looks back at you in ‘this your man?’
“it’s no problem, darius,” you speak up. “i can just buy it online.”
“i’m getting that fucking toy.” darius growls and slaps another twenty down.
“can i try?” you ask sweetly.
“i got it.”
you slightly tilt your head. “but i want to.”
darius gives you the gun, taking barbie’s leash. he puts his hand around your waist. “don’t be salty if you miss.”
you move some of your hair out of your face and hold the gun up with both hands. “doesn’t look so hard,”
you say, and then proceed to get nearly every target.
“see, easy,” you smile pleasantly at darius. “can i have it now?”
the carny opens and closes his mouth a few times as he blinks, stunned. darius has an unreadable look on his handsome face as he takes you in, biting his lip.
“uh, here you go, i guess,” the carny grumbles and hands you the panda.
“it’s so cute,” you giggle, hugging it. “it matches my outfit. look barbie, you’ve got a new friend.”
you bend over to let barbie snuffle the toy. the carny cranes his neck to look at your fat ass.
darius sees and smacks his hand on the table again, getting the man’s attention. he casually lifts his shirt slightly to show the pistol in his waistband.
the carny raises his hands in surrender and backs up a little.
“yeah, that’s what i thought, bitch ass nigga.”
he lets go of his shirt as you look up at him. "did you say something?"
"nah, let’s go.” he puts his arm back over you, leading you away from the stall. “how’d you do that?”
“do what?”
“shoot down them targets like that?”
"oh, my dad taught me how to shoot,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing ever.
darius hums in understanding, taking the toy from you. “lemme hold this for you.”
you smile."thank you! "
the two of you walk around some more, enjoying the carnival. you sit on a bench near the sea, the sound of the crashing waves mixing up with the screams coming from a nearby ride. after a while, you both decided to get something to eat from a yummy smelling food truck with a very interesting menu and now you’re each holding a plate of your choices. malibu is standing at your feet, eating a little dish filled with her regular pellets, enjoying herself. there's also a little dessert sitting between you two: deep fried oreos. you've never heard of them before and after darius took a look at it and said 'that's some white people shit. ' you decided to give it a try.
you hand a cookie to darius as you take one for yourself and take a bite. he looks hesitantly at it, turning it over on his hand before popping it in his mouth.
“this is so good,” you mumble, eating another deep fried oreo. “one thing about white people, they know how to make snacks.”
darius nods in agreement, eating another oreo and sipping the raspberry slurpee.
your obnoxiously tinkly ringtone cuts the quiet air. you look at the name and kick your feet. “my dad's calling.”
you answer and bring it to your ear. “hi daddy!”
‘hey princess. it’s loud as fuck, where you at?’
“at the fair by the docks. went out with a few friends.” you smile at darius.
‘ohh, aight. just checking on you cause i’m going for a meeting. stay safe alright.”
“bye daddy, i love you and i’ll see you tomorrow.” you blow a kiss into the phone and hang up.
darius pinches your cheek. “so i’m a friend, huh?”
you rub the spot he pinched, sliding your makeup a lil. “yeah, why? aren’t we friends?” you ask innocently, picking up barbie.
his hand finds its way to your thigh. “yeah, we are. but i wanna be more than that though.”
“um, whatchu mean?”
“you know what i mean.” he says softly as he looks at you, something dark lurking in his blue eyes. you didn't realize how close you are until that point.
barbie q snuffles your hand, searching for more treats and oinks sadly when she doesn’t find any.
“i really don’t,” you admit, petting your pig.
darius chuckles. “you ever had a boyfriend before?”
"no."
he raises his eyebrows. "really?"
"didn't really have time to date." you shrug. "also my dad would probably kill whoever i bring.”
darius hums as he rubs circles on your plump, juicy thigh, making you feel shy.
“you ever fucked before?”
you gasp loudly and look around to see if anyone heard that. “not so loud!”
darius laughs at your reaction, hand trailing higher. “have you?”
you huff, fighting off the urge to rub your thighs together. “once a long time ago with a friend in my old house. it sucked.”
"damn. wanna go back to your place?”
you look at him with doe eyes and nod.
*
unlocking your apartment door, you let darius inside and flick on the light. darius looks around, blinded by the pink decor in the huge apartment. barbie trots to her fuzzy pink bed by the couch, oinking happily as she gets comfortable.
"i'm guessing your favorite color is pink."
"nah, it's green, actually,” you say cheekily, pouring some pellets into her bowl.
“ha ha, you’re so funny,” he eyes the pictures of you and your family on the wall as he walks towards you. you finish washing your hands before turning around, darius standing closely behind you. he grins. "wanna show me your room?”
you nod, walking towards the door down the short hallway. of course it’s pink too, with a huge fluffy bed in the far corner with a white desk piled with text books. a shit ton of soft pillows and plushies piled high on the sheets.
darius sees a framed picture of you and kaprice on your desk facing the bed and puts it face down before putting the pink panda on the bed to join your collection. he nudges a white mini staircase by your bed with his foot. “what’s this for?”
“barbie.”
miss malibu barbie q. trots in at the sound of her name, trotting up the stairs and snuggling into the fluffy comforter. you pick her up and carefully carry her back to the hallway. “you gotta stay here for a bit.”
you shut the door and turn to see darius lighting a joint and sitting on your bed.
“at least open the window, damn,” you scold, opening your french windows to let the cool night air in. “who raised you?”
darius chuckles, blowing smoke from his nose, watching you walk into the adjoining bathroom to wash your makeup off.
in the meantime, darius takes off his shirt, tossing that shit to the side while his eyes droop. that joint hitting.
he's fiddling with one of your plushies when you return, tucking your wig into your custom bonnet and changed into a silk shirt and matching shorts.
“what’re you doing?”
darius tosses the poor cat plushie to the floor. “this shit ugly.”
“rude as fuck.” you huff and sit at your vanity to do your skincare. he sits back up, watching you rub moisturizer on your chubby cheeks.
he stands, walking up to you and resting his chin on the top of your head. his eyes look slightly hazy as he looks at you through the mirror, drinking you in. he rubs your shoulders before slowly trailing his big hands down to your boobs. your breath hitches as he fondles you. he kisses your neck, making your lashes flutter at the nice feeling. his mouth is next to your ear on one side and the joint is brought to your lips.
you turn your head away from him.“i don’t smoke.”
"you ever tried it?"
you think then nod. “not a fan.”
darius hums as he takes another drag. you put away your stuff as he glances at his joint. he decides to put it out on the edge of your trashcan and tosses it inside.
you blink at the joint now sitting in your heart shaped trashcan before squeaking in surprise when he lifts you out of the chair, surprised at the show of strength. you let out a soft huff as you bounce slightly on the bed, a few plushies lay scattered at the movement. your tiddies spread out sideways as you rest on your mountain of pillows, feeling a bit flustered at the manhandling.
darius climbs on the bed and makes himself comfortable between your legs. he holds your jaw as he looks at you, noticing the beauty marks peppered on it. your face is very pretty.
you try to do the same but his face being so close to yours has you feeling shy again, unable to keep eye contact.
darius smirks at you from where he hovers from above, making your heart skip a beat. "hey, baby girl."
"hi,” you breathe out as he slowly draws closer and closer, until your lips meet.
kissing darius is something else. his lips are smooth as they confidently move against yours. you feel warmness blossom in your body as small breaths puff out between kisses, time passing slowly with your lips locked intimately.
he can still smell traces of your strawberry gloss on your lips. he can't get enough of them or every part of you, really. your kisses, your touch, little laughs, smiles, everything. he can't help but feel greedy for it all.
“taste so sweet,” he mumbles to himself as he squeezes your thighs and moves his hands up. you didn't realize how far your shorts were riding up until he toys with them, material sliding smoothly against your rich skin. you do notice how close his fingers are to your pussy and try not to squirm.
“relax,” he rasps, pulling your shorts down and throwing them over the side of your bed. “ever been eaten out before?”
“um, no?” you respond shyly.
he tuts and pushes your legs open and eyes your waxed pussy, licking his lips. he shimmies his way down to between your legs, greedily eyeing your pussy.
"pussy this fat and pretty and nobody gotten a taste? that ain't right." he sucks hickeys on your inner thighs, making sure there's a considerable amount on both of your thighs before pulling away. you feel short puffs of air tickle your coochie as he speaks lowly. goosebumps ripple on your skin as he licks long, slow stripes on your juicy lips.
your breath starts to feel heavy as he works your cunt, your grip on your fluffy pink sheets tightening and untightening as pleasure starts to spread through you.
your legs tremble as he keeps lapping up your sensitive clit, slick dripping down your inner thighs and ass. he locks a hand on one of them to keep it wide open and moves even closer, ignoring your attempts to tug him away from such sweet, sensitive pussy. "darius, please, please."
he hums before unlatching from the honeypot, straightening as he comes back up. you part your puffy lips as he leans in and pulls you into a heated kiss. you feel his pierced tongue slipping inside your mouth as he deepens the kiss, the taste of your juices making you moan softly.
you let out a cute squeak when you feel something prod close to your entrance.
one by one, his long fingers slowly sink in, stretching you to make space for something bigger.
he makes sure to toy with you, squelching sounds coming from your overstimulated pussy as he fingers you. "all this honey is only for me, right?"
your mouth drops open as you try your best to nod, feeling hazy with pleasure. "uh huh"
he curls his fingers, making you keen and your thighs to tremble. "uh huh, what? say it properly, who's this wet pussy for?"
"i–it's for, for you darius, hm, only for you." he smirks.
"good girl." darius dives back in, sucking your clit as he holds your thick thighs open. his blue eyes settle on your face, gauging your reactions to every little thing he does. his warm hands move up your soft belly and grab your tiddies, tugging your nipples.
you whimper at the slight sting of pain that cuts through the pleasure, holding on his white coils. darius moans into your pretty pussy and works his fingers faster. but before you fall over the edge, he takes his mouth and fingers away. you can't help the string of pitiful whines that come after that. darius just looks you over as he licks his fingers one by one, only mockingly raising his eyebrows and kneeling up on the bed.
his straining dick is soon released from his jeans as he unbuttons and pulls them and underwear down. your eyes nearly bug outta your head at the sight of his dick, more than a little intimidated and nervous.
he grins as he pulls out a condom from his discarded jeans. "turn around for me, princess."
you waste no time turning onto your stomach, fat ass in the air. he smacks one of your cheeks before tearing the aluminum wrapping off, rolling it onto his dick. he massages your batty, making it jiggle slightly as he gives it a few more pats. he spreads a cheek with one hand and grabs his cock with the other one, running his tip up and down your entrance and making your hole wink at the feeling. "you ready?"
you grab a soft white pillow and position it under your chest, taking a deep breath before nodding. "uh huh."
he runs his hand down his length, doing a few slow jerks before he starts to push in. he looks down as he sinks inside your warm, cushy walls, watching your greedy pussy slowly swallow it inch by inch.
you both groan at the feeling of his thick dick splitting your pussy. your mouth drops open as you hug your pillow closer, acrylics digging in as you let out a long moan when he finally bottoms out. you've never felt this full before.
"shit, you're sucking me right in, babe. pussy hungry for this dick…"
you squirm under him but his hands on your waist hold you down. he’s enthralled by the way your coochie grips him when he pulls out to the tip, sticky white cream already covering his thick shaft. you squeal into the pillow when he pushes back in, feet kicking weakly by his knees.
you hope he’ll be nice, but he’s not. he pulls out and rams back into you, making you moan loudly. your eyes roll back as he lets go of one of your cheeks and trails his hand underneath your body until he reaches your clit and meanly pinches it, making you squeal and clench around him.
darius fists the back of your shirt to pull you back to meet his thrusts, spanking your ass with his free hand.
he beating your cat down, tears cloud your vision and your cheeks clap loud as hell. Darius bites his lip as he rams into you, leaning over your body to plant heated kisses on your back and neck.
“You like this, huh? Me fucking you like the little bitch you are? I guess you do since you're squeezing my dick like this. C’mon, cum for me, baby.”
Keening at his words, you grip the plushie tighter and cum with a choked off squeal, gushing sticky fluid around him. darius moans approvingly at the sight, spanking your ass again and slowing down to hear the obscene squelching of your cunt around him. "you hearing that, baby? that's the sound of your slutty pussy taking my dick.”
he drives up into you with a powerful snap of his hips that knocks the breath from your lungs. "darius…"
“you’re doing so good, baby girl. Gonna make you feel so good, baby, gonna make you mine. You wanna be mine, baby?”
molten heats go in your belly. "yes, please, w–wanna be yours, please."
he straightens up and pulls out of you, patting you lightly. "turn around for me, baby."
it takes a few seconds for you to register his words, mind hella hazy from all that stimulation. the cool air kisses your skin as his heated presence leaves you, making you whine. he grins,as he looks down at you, drinking in the debauched sight you make.
hickeys litter your skin as you pant. your nipples look puffy from all the teasing he did. some of your wetness trail down your marked thighs and bewdy cheeks onto the the bed. your sheets pool around you, wrinkled. most of the plushies rest on the floor, some of your wig hair peeking through your bonnet. girl you look a mess.
he bites his lip. "Oh wow baby, you look good"
he moves his hands up your figure, pausing at your full tits. he gropes one, fixated on the way most of the soft flesh spills out of his hand.
He leans down and kisses your chest, blue gaze heatedly looking into your eyes. he makes sure to make the kisses wet and open mouthed, nipping your flushed skin and leaving more hickeys. your pussy clenches around nothing, getting work up again by his display. he pauses and leans back, reaching between your bodies to line up again. you gasp loudly when he pushes his dick back into you and grips the rolls of your stomach for leverage.
your body jiggles with his thrusts as he holds one of your legs up his shoulder, making you go cross-eyed at the change of angle. you feel an underlying sting of overstimulation as he repeatedly hits your g-spot, walls tightening around his dick. you whine as your hips stutter, not sure if you want to move away or towards the source of such feeling. "too much."
"what's too much? this?" he holds you down and thrusts hard.
You let out a choked up cry as your hands rest on his chest, hips jerking back. "darius."
"what?"
you try to respond as you try to snap back from that knocking thrust but he doesn't really give you time to protest before he's back at it again, leaving you breathless as you take a sharp breath. Jesus Christ. this nigga don't quit.
your eyes roll to the back of your head as you bite your lower lip, imprinting crescents on him as your nails dig in his skin.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he groans against your cheek before he presses a kiss to that sensitive spot beneath your ear. a loud gasp falls from your lips as he kisses your neck again, his thrusts picking up as he gets closer to the edge. he reaches between your bodies, pressing his thumb to your swollen love button, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from you as you come again. he moans as you gush around him, head tilted back as you squeeze down onto him. he does a couple slams before pulling out, squeezing his dique hard and pumping himself until you hear his breath hitch, your name falling from his lips.
hot ropes of his jizz hit your stomach, his quiet grunts and moans lingering between both of you as you catch your breath.
darius recovers faster than you, quickly giving you a lil smooch before he slides off you onto his back. “damn.”
you lay spread out on your bed, panting softly. “maybe…maybe we should clean up?”
darius hums and gets out of your bed, strutting his ass to the bathroom to look for a face towel like he owns the place.
you close your eyes while you wait and think about what just went down. darius comes back with your pretty pink face towel wet with warm water and cleans you up, smacking your thigh meanly cause ofc he would
“asshole,” you huff and pull your shorts on.
he hums and rummages through his wallet for another joint. "no you."
“are you five?”
he shrugs and lights the joint, inhaling deeply and flopping on his back onto your bed. exhaling a big cloud. “shit.”
you put on your shirt and open the bedroom door for miss barbie q. herself. “hi baby,” you coo and pick her up. “aww, i missed you too. mwah.” you kiss her pink nose.
the sound of the doorbell ringing draws your attention from kissing up your sweet lil baby. you
“who that?” darius drawls in your bed.
“dunno, probably that bitch ass neighbour who’s always on my ass.” you unlock the door and open it. your heart drops to your ass when you see who it is.
“hi, baby,” kaprice grins. “work ended early so i brought you food. i know you like the lobster from downtown and i was in the neighborhood sooo…” he holds up the bag.
"daddy," you exclaim, smiling stiffly as you try not to sound like you freaking the fuck out. "you shouldn't have."
“but i did.” he quickly pecks your cheek and steps inside. “so how was the pier?” he pauses and sniffs the air. “you smokin’?”
you shut the door and glance in the direction of your bedroom. thankfully, half closed. "uhhh, one of my friends was. scent still in the air, I guess."
kaprice hums, looking around skeptically. “right. gotta be careful or you gonna set off the smoke alarm.”
you laugh nervously. “right…i gotta do something, brb.” you put barbie in her bed and rush into your bedroom, slamming the door shut. darius is still naked on the bed, completely unaware. “you have to go.”
“huh?” he sniffs and sits up to look at you. “the fuck are you talking about?”
you grab his joint from his hand and quickly throw it out of the window. “my dad is here!” you whisper-shout. “get out.”
darius’ eyes widen with panic. “fuck! shit! he gonna fucking kill me.”
he hops around putting his clothes on, tripping on his jeans and landing on the floor with a loud thud.
there’s a knock on your door."everything good, baby?"
“yes!” you shout and help darius up. “i busted my toe. i’ll be back in a minute.”
“mhm.”
darius looks out the window, carefully stepping out onto the fire escape with his shirt in hand. you quickly look around, making sure nothing is out of order.
“i’ll call you,” he promises and gives you a lil smoochy smooch.
you scoff and roll your eyes. “sure.”
you keep watching until he climbs down the ladder into the alley, shutting your window and turning around. jolting when you see kaprice right behind you.
synopsis - Thinking you finally escaped your dark, utterly fucked up past, things come at you full force making you as equally as paranoid as the police and pro heroes. When two pro heroes just barge their way into your apartment, you begin to learn that your paranoia is warranted. In order to ensure your safety, you are pushed to witness protection....In-home witness protection…....In-home witness protection with two pro heroes.........Let's see how things go!
warnings - will vary among each chapter
I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them.
@blkchxrryblyss 2022
Ch. 1 - Ghoul
Ch. 2 - Landlord
warnings - cussing, near-death experiences, death threats, bakudeku cute moment
w.c - 3.8K
You were very disturbed by the fact that two heroes decided it would be fine and dandy to come into your apartment and just rummage around. It's giving very much police vibes and you certainly were not a fan.
You heard one rummaging around in your bedroom while you fit yourself in a small space behind your dresser where luckily you had your shotgun. On your full moon days, you had to keep yourself protected and since you couldn’t reach your dual katanas, you had to settle for something a bit quicker to kill. You’ve been doing good at staying silent so far so you watched him for a little to try to get an understanding of what he was here for. Seeing him rummage through your mail drawer made you draw the conclusion that they were probably looking for you. But why? You’re practically dead to the system and to the Red Family. You hope.
“Dear Stormy?”, you heard him whisper. Now he was getting a little too nosey.
You quickly and very quietly grabbed your shotgun, stealthily moving out of your hiding place. Your feet moved light like a feather as you aimed the shotgun at the back of his head.
“It’s not nice to snoop through a lady’s drawers. How about you move out the way before your brains are splattered over my nice panties?” You smirked as he growled, most likely disappointed that he didn’t hear you or look well enough around the room.
He turned around and saw someone that you did not expect.
“Huh? Pro hero Dynamight snooping around an innocent civilian’s panty drawer? Such a shame”, you teased at him. He gave you a glare and occasionally glanced to see if he could use something against you, “Sweetheart, you may be fast, but I know you can’t dodge a 12 gauge slug that is pointed directly at your chest. Now, cooperate or I won’t hesitate to kill you and whoever the fuck else is in my living room. Turn around and walk. No funny shit.”
To his surprise, he cooperated. He didn’t want to, but he could feel that she was very true to her word. Plus, he knew Deku would never forgive himself if his partner was killed while he was only about 10 feet away. So he kept his mouth shut and walked out of the room with the gun handler in tow. Leading into the living room quietly, they saw Izuku’s back turned reading through one of the books on her shelf. He seemed to be focused and before you could make your and his partner’s presence known, he turned himself around and saw the situation. You weren’t shocked to see it was the boyfriend of pro-hero Dynamight, pro-hero Deku. It made the situation better for you.
“Cooperate or I'll blow Mr. Dynamight’s fucking brains out in front of his boyfriend.”
You knew he would listen because who wants to see their loved one’s brains plastered over the walls? You pushed Dynamight in his back with the head of the gun to push him more into the living room so they could be standing side by side with their hands up.
“Sit on the couch, please. We’re gonna talk,” you stated. Dynamight rolled his eyes taking a seat alongside his boyfriend.
“What makes you think we’re gonna answer any of your bullshit?” He growled making you smirk.
“Ooooooh, you gotta smart ass mouth, don’t you?” you cocked the shotgun and blew a warning shot right in between their heads making them duck and cover their ears, “Now stop fucking around and tell me what the hell y’all were doing snooping around in my shit?”
Both men were actually nervous now. They didn’t show it, but you were serious and by releasing that first shot, they knew that you would release another and gladly would not miss. Dynamight didn’t want to tell you anything. For all they know, you probably weren’t the missing girl and then the whole case would be disposed to a random civilian. But on one hand a lot of the stuff you had was suspicious and pointed to you having something to do with the Red Family.
Deku was thinking differently. It was you. You’re the girl they are looking for. The bookcase was more than enough to connect you to knowing and being involved with the Red Family. He was confident of that. He wasn’t confident that you would cooperate with them and the police. You ran away for reason, so why would you come back? It didn’t hurt to try though.
“Red Family,” His boyfriend gave him the deadliest glare but Izuku kept going, “We have some indications that you maybe be the person we’re looking for.”
Your face was stoic, showing no emotion toward what he just told you. The Red Family was behind you. They haven’t shown any interest in looking for a dead girl, so you feel they have nothing to worry about. But that little voice in the back of your mind is nagging you.
“What makes you think it’s me?” your voice was leveled, not showing any reaction. Katsuki glared at you, disliking you already.
“Deku shut the fuck up —” Dynamight was quickly cut off by you.
“No, you shut up! His next answer might save your pathetic fucking life. Now answer the question.”
Deku let out a shaky sigh, thinking of how he was going to word himself. Any way he put it his answer sounded far-fetched and highly unbelievable. So he decided to bring up something that could potentially trigger you, but hopefully could make you see the strong connections.
“We connected you to the missing child of the shooting that happened 16 years ago. Then we connected you to the Watanabe diamond heist that happened 10 years after. Months after that we saw the CCTV footage of you getting beaten to so-called death—”
“Which was a load of shit because ghouls can’t fucking die like that.” Dynamight scoffed, glaring at you. You clenched your jaw, averting the barrel of your gun to his chest instead of Deku’s.
“DYNAMIGHT!!”
“Ghoul? You better watch your mouth and not speak on shit you don’t know anything about.” You seethed, stepping closer to him. He rolled his eyes glancing at the gun before making eye contact with you.
“Fucking liar. A daughter of a full-blooded ghoul is bound to become one, Parker,” your eyes widened, “Yeah, daughter of Kaine Parker, who was murdered 16 years ago. The 5-year-old daughter was never to be found at the scene. Yeah, I know some shit.”
The silence set in between all three bodies while reality set in for you. They knew about you, but they don’t know about you. They were still tense since it seemed like you were getting angrier by the second. You pressed the gun harder into Dynamight’s chest, while also leaning in closer to his face until they were nose to nose. Deku was glaring at you while Dynamight clenched his jaw giving the same glare.
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
“I don’t want shit from you, but the Red Family might. They are looking for something and the moment they find out you’re alive, you’re gonna look like a fucking idiot.” he sneered, not breaking the eye contact.
The Red Family hasn’t been on your radar in a long time and quite frankly, you felt like you were getting a bit comfortable. They aren’t stupid people, far from it actually, so you know sooner or later they would find out that you are very much alive and well. The problem is not only the Red Family but also the Heroes. You didn’t trust anyone besides Mr. Tsubaki since he knew about your “eating habits”. Heroes were not people who you looked up to because Ghouls and Heroes always had a bad history. Even when the Ghouls showed no harm to Heroes, they were still treated like shit because of the eating habits of the Ghouls. It's not like they could control it. Heroes were also the textbook definition of a poser. They act as if they care, but they don’t. They care about ranks, the status quo, and their image, and all the saves they do are just for show. So you were iffy towards the Heroes no matter how good they showed to be themselves on camera.
“Don’t call me an idiot, bitch. I’ve survived this long, I can survive again….but I’ll hear you out. What’s in it for me? I don’t help no one without a guaranteed price.” You compromised, stepping back from the men and pointing the gun down away from them.
Deku slightly relaxed when the gun was removed from his boyfriend’s chest. Dynamight was still tense because the shotgun was still in your hand. You raised your eyebrow at both of them waiting for an answer.
“You’ll have to come with us to the Commissioner. He’ll tell you what you need to do and what you’ll get if you do it.” Deku explained putting his arms down.
You nodded and before you could relax you gripped your gun again, getting a gut feeling that something was wrong.
“Who let you in here?” you questioned eyeing the door.
“Your landlord…he cooperated with-” you cut off Deku with a glare.
“He? My landlord isn’t a man.” You scoffed, aiming your gun to your front and shooting it, shocking both of them men.
You rushed out your door looking both ways down your hallway catching a glimpse of an escaping figure. Shaking your head, you walked back into your place glaring at the two heroes who managed to ruin your entire evening. Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared at the men.
“Well, it seems they found me. Now I really don’t have a choice,” You moved past them and grabbed the most important books and documents that you needed. Quickly stepping into some sweats you made your way back to the heroes, “Well? Come on, let's go.”
“We can’t go out the front entrance dipshit. Just follow us.” You almost agreed, but then you remembered it’s till a full moon out.
“WAIT,” you yelled out making both men turn to look back at you, “Ummm……I-I can’t.”
Dynamite glared at you while Deku just looked flat-out confused. You’re a ghoul, you have the ability to be just as fast as them.
“What the fuck do you mean you can’t?” The blonde man seethed, quite tired of you already. You looked down while gripping the items in your hand.
“I- just not at this moment, so one of yall gon’ have to carry me.” you sassed.
“You just fucking shot at us and threatened to blow our brains out. You really expect us to carry you like you’re some fucking damsel in distress? Be serious right now.” He deadpanned while rolling his eyes.
Just as you were about to argue with your now new nemesis, a strong hand gripped your forearm and slung you around to land on a firm back.
“Both of you just shut up. Hold on tight and don’t fall behind.” the green-haired man sighed. Surprisingly, Dynamight didn’t rebuttal, just growled lowly and followed behind his boyfriend.
-
After the very cold and windy flight to the police station, the men lead you to a special interrogation room where quirk abilities were useless due to special technology. The heroes just did not believe that you were at a disadvantage at this moment. So there you were handcuffed to the steel table while the Commissioner, Dynamite, Deku, and Aizawa were behind the two-sided mirror.
“So that’s her? Hmm, I was expecting something different,” the Commissioner murmured giving you a curious look, “So Deku, you had to carry Parker here? Because she couldn’t use her abilities ‘at that moment.”
Deku nodded, “Something must be up with her quirk. She used a shotgun on us rather than her quirk. It would've made more sense and that's what we would've been prepared for if her landlord wasn’t a fake.”
The Commissioner eyes widened, “What do you mean?”
“Her landlord wasn’t a man. She’s a lady. He had to be working with the Red Family. After she shot at him and he ran off, she said that they know where she is so being with us is her only option. They must have been watching her for weeks, but they didn’t make a move on her.” Dynamight explained.
The Commissioner was just as confused as the younger heroes. They were able to switch out the landlord weeks in advance to trick the agency but failed to take you away back to the Red Family. It didn’t make sense.
On the other side of the glass, you sat patiently. You never would have thought that you would be sitting here, with a room full of cops and heroes on the other side watching your moves. They see you as a threat, no matter how “human” you look. They just see a bloodthirsty, flesh-eating, mutant with no self-discipline. You were always told by the Red Family that heroes and cops were just posers. People trying to keep up a good image and get the public to kiss their asses. For a long time, you believed that. You still do believe that. Not because the Red Family told you, but because of the shit that you’ve seen firsthand. All the meetings you were a part of, where you saw heroes and cops that spoke to the public with such grace and promise, those same heroes and cops sat in front of your so-called family and spoke so violently and selfishly about the same public they serve. It disgusted you. Made you distrust everyone. If they couldn’t be loyal to their citizens, then how could they be loyal to you? A snake is a snake and it will forever be a snake.
So, why are you here? Why are you here willingly at that?
You don’t know why. You don’t trust them, but you don’t get that same eerie feeling as you do everyone else. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to hear what they could offer you to compensate for two good-looking heroes breaking into your apartment. The sound of the door shutting, broke you out of your thoughts, causing you to look up and see the famous Eraserhead. His eyes trained on your form, being cautious of any of your movements. After a few moments of silence, you grew tired of it.
“What do you need from me, Eraserhead?” You questioned firmly.
“Information,” He stated before setting a picture down between the two of you, “Does this look familiar.”
You looked down to see a green jadeite necklace. A necklace that you’ve seen before but wondered why it was important.
“Yeah, what about it?” You shrugged.
“Well the Red Family has a hold of it and we want to know if you know what they plan to do or even an idea.” The tired man explained slowly. In the back of your mind, you know that they already have an idea of what the Red Family is doing. You haven’t seen them since you “died” at 16, how were you supposed to know what the hell they were doing?
You sighed and looked at the necklace before looking back at Eraserhead, “I’m not telling any of you shit until I am compensated with something. I don’t work or give information for free. Here’s a quick idea: money.”
You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair waiting for a deal with a smirk on your face. They always have deals. Sometimes they're shitty, but sometimes they're really good deals.
“If we give you money, you’ll run.” He concluded.
“Then I suggest you better offer me something that’ll keep me here.” You smiled brightly. Eraserhead sighed and looked to the side, thinking.
“Protection.”
“I can protect myself just fine.”
“Didn’t seem like it when you opted to not use your quirk against two of the biggest heroes in the country,” He deadpanned, “A powerful quirk like that could’ve helped you easily escape, yet you didn’t use it. Why is that?”
“We’re discussing a deal, not my quirk.” You scoffed.
“You’ll get your deal when you tell me something useful. If not, well we can just starve you out. We know the appetite of a Ghoul and we do know that your source of food isn’t the easiest to get. So unless you want to go to jail for cannibalism, falsifying your death, and mass murder, I suggest you start talking.” He shrugged as if he didn’t just threaten to throw you in jail for 25 years to life.
You glared at the man in front of you. Smug bastard, you thought. As much as you want to tell him that starving a Ghoul out is actually not the best idea, you bit your tongue. They’ll find out the hard way. Rolling your eyes, you averted your attention to the necklace again.
“I’m assuming you gon need me for the whole case y’all got on them,” he nodded and you mimicked that action.
“Alright, I’m gonna need Witness Protection, a pay of 1.35 million yen, and my special kind of food. Preferably warm and bloody,” You didn’t check to see if he agreed, still looking at the necklace, “Now, this necklace is useless. Whatever they’re trying to do with this, is going to lead them to a dead end.”
“How do you know?” He crossed his arms, suddenly interested.
“Tell me we have a deal and what they plan to do with this so-called necklace and I’ll answer your question.” You smiled as he rolled his eyes.
“We’ll get you in Witness Protection, along with the money and your special food. As for the Red Family, they seemed to have a plan to open a realm of some sort. This necklace is supposed to be the key.” He explained. You nodded and looked at the one-way mirror, knowing two certain heroes were on the other side, listening in.
“The necklace was my father’s. He gave it to me, but he tampered with it. It used to hold a substantial amount of power, but he stripped it of its power and stored it somewhere else. Now as to where he stored the power, I don’t know, nor do I know what the real necklace looks like. But I’ll help. Not for you, but for my father. He stripped that necklace of power for a reason and I’d like to keep it that way,” Eraserhead nodded in agreement and stuck his hand out to solidify the deal, but one more request came into your mind.
“Oh and before we shake hands, I’d like In-Home Witness Protection because if you think you’re gonna stick me into regular WP you can kiss me goodbye. And my protectors have to be those top heroes standing on the other side of that mirror. Gotta have the best protection, am I right?” You grinned as you shook his now limp hand.
-
“IN-HOME WITNESS PROTECTION?!?”
The yell from Katsuki could be heard throughout the entire building. His frustration spoke for both himself and Izuku.
“W-why in-home? There are plenty of witness housing for her to stay in-”
“She’ll walk. Says she is sure the Red Family will find her if she’s placed in one of those houses and she’s our only lead that will cooperate. So she stays with you.” Aizawa states in a tone that is not meant to be argued.
Katsuki lets out a frustrated sigh while Izuku stands quietly. They both know this was the best way to get you to cooperate with them and for you not to tuck tail and hide. You were a valuable asset to the case and they both knew that if this were to not happen they both would get chewed out for losing you as a witness. With that thinking, Izuku nodded his head to get Aizawa and the commissioner to leave, which they kindly obliged to, and turned to his partner who was fuming with anger.
“We’re gonna have to stay at the house if we do this.” Katsuki’s eyes widened before he turned to Izuku.
“What the fuck?! NO! We built that fucking house to live in for when we got fucking married and you want to turn it into a goddamn shelter for some ghoul murderer bitch?!” He yelled out in frustration.
Izuku understood his boyfriend’s frustrations. At the moment they lived in a nice-sized condo that they both decided would be a good starter home for them straight out of their 3rd year. After living together for a solid year, Izuku surprised his boyfriend for their 4th year anniversary with an abandoned house with lots of potentials.
“‘Zuku, what the fuck is this? Why did you bring me to an old shack? Tryna kill your lover already and take the number one spot from me, eh?”
“No, you imbecile! It’s ours!”
“What?”
“I thought that whenever we get married we could stay in an actual house. So I bought this old girl right here and figured we fix her up, make her all pretty, and make her our own. Have our own memories”, the green-haired boy expressed happily while looking at his lover, “So what do you think?”
Katsuki just stared at the old run-down house with a blank expression. To any other person, they would’ve taken this as a sign of hesitance, but Izuku knew Katsuki was just processing.
“You wanna get married?” Katsuki mumbled, still having his attention on the house.
“Of course! I wanna spend the rest of my life with Kacchan.”
The statement turned the blonde-haired man’s face red.
“YOU'RE BLUSHING!”
“SHUT UP AND SHOW ME THE GODDAMN FLOOR PLANS FOR THE PIECE OF SHIT YOU BOUGHT!”
Katsuki didn’t want to use the house. It was their house. Unfinished, but it was theirs. Having to give up their first memories of their house to a stranger was something that Katsuki did not want to do.
“No.”
“Bu-”
“No. I don’t care, we’ll rent a house for the bitch. So find a vacant home in the outskirts of the city and place us there. Now hurry up with the terms and conditions, so we can sign the shit and get it the fuck going.” Katsuki finalized before walking out of the office with Izuku following behind, muttering apologies to his partner for upsetting him.
-
Meanwhile…
“You’re telling me a whole lot of nothing, you babbling idiot. Get the fuck on with something valuable before I deem your life invaluable.”
“Sh-she ran off with them! Like she w-was considering w-working with heroes! That's all I was able to get before she b-blew a hole through the d-door.”
“So she is alive and kicking after all, but I wasn’t expecting her to actually do to the arms of heroes. Father would be greatly displeased. Saran?”
“Y-yes sir?”
“Get out.”
part 3
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