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I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PERV VERSION OF KATSUKI AND THE SEX WAS SO SWEET?!

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" • alpha!Bakugou x omega!female!reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, all characters are aged up (18+), bakugou is a meanie (sniffles I love him), bakugou calls himself daddy, bakugou is kinda a perv, dacraphylia, degrading, knotting, mutual bickering, mating press, office setting, oral (f!receiving), porn with a little bit of plot, pet names (pretty thing, sweetheart, baby, love, pet, honey, little one, etc), pwp (reader is bakugou's assistant), reader is a tsundere, reader doesn't talk much (I'm bad at writing it), size difference (bakugou is humongous), squirting, smut, teasing

W/C: 3,488 (oml)

A/N: This is my first EVER fic. I'm so proud 🥺 It is for @kxkyuu-main and her ask here

You found an ad on Indeed a week after you moved to Tokyo. It was an assistant position at the pro hero agency for Dynamight. You had previously worked in a smaller agency in Yokohama.

You got the interview literal hours after applying for the position. You were ecstatic, already picking out your outfit for the infamous Dynamight.

All went according to plan the next week, and finally on Friday you had the interview.

Walking into the building you felt so small, miniscule even. Clutching your bag closer to your body as you walked to the front desk.

"Uh.. hi. I have an interview with Dynamight, for the assistant position?" Your voice was meek at the beginning, but steadily got more confident.

The woman at the desk directed you to take the elevator to the 12th floor, where his office was. Saying he was ready for you.

Pressing the button to the elevator and walking in was the easiest task of that day. The day had been easy up to the moment you met him, Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest Alpha you had ever laid eyes on. Yeah you had seen pictures of him, but none of them prepared you for the day you met him.

That was a year and a half ago. You have settled comfortably into your new position and new home. The pay is good and the people you work with are nice. Excluding one.

Your boss Bakugou Katsuki was mean. Downright unbearable some days. But so were you. You could bite back with the same amount of anger and hatred that he used when you two bickered. You once called him out on the consistency of the disagreements you two had, called them "fights". He was quick to correct you.

"Tch, if we were fighting, you would know" He said with his usual snarky tone.

The man who you regularly had to be in close proximity to never seemed to be drawn to your scent. It was unorthodox for sure, but you never really thought much about it.

You knew your scent well. Freshly picked apples and a slight hint of mint. The alpha male that you were assistant to smelled richly of campfire smoke and the sweetness of iced tea.

It was an addicting smell, yes, but you never once thought he could be your mate. Not with all the fighting- sorry bickering you two did.

After half a year of working with Bakugou the fighting became more tense, like there was something in the air. Hell, you felt like you could cut it with a knife.

Then, he asked you the question all unmated omegas dread.

"So where's your mark, huh?" He was sat at his desk, smirk plastered onto his face as he looked towards you. And for the first time, that smirk lit a fire inside you, and you panicked.

You fumbled with your response as his gaze bore into you, unable to form a complete thought with him looking at you like that. But you were able to respond after a few minutes.

"Well, I don't see you mated either. What's the deal with that? A prominent Alpha like you unable to find his mate?" You were happy with your response.

But he wasn't. "It is bad enough I have to be surrounded by your scent all day, now I have to deal with you being a little bitch too?"

And that was the last straw, you got up and grabbed a stack of papers from your desk and headed to the copier room.

Finally away from his suddenly mind hazing scent you were able to breath deeply and clear your mind, yet the fire that he had lit inside you had yet to go out.

You opened the copier and placed one of the papers inside it. Then you heard the door open behind you and the scent you had just been able to get away from was engulfing you whole.

His voice rumbled in your chest. "Such a pretty thing, too bad you have such a bad mouth." He hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He had never been this close to you before, you were unable to think as the smell of smoke and tea was filling your nostrils.

You felt him bury his nose in your hair, unable to pull himself away from you. "So fucking sweet." He mumbles to himself.

Suddenly you felt his chest press against your back, it sucked the air right out of your lungs, now they were filled with the smokey air of the room. You tried to turn around but his hands quickly moved to your hips.

Tiny. You felt like the smallest thing on earth as his beefy hands grabbed your hips. He kept you in place as he spoke again.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was low, too low. It was awakening something inside you that you had never felt before.

You didn't want it to stop though. So you bit your lip and kept quiet, only mumbling out your bosses name as he squeezes your doughy hips.

"D-Dynamight" You manage to squeak out. The foreign feeling of his hands on your body making your brain even more hazy than his scent.

The warmth of his breath hits your neck, "Call me Katsuki, little one" Your body shudders again, a forbidden sound escapes your lips at his next movement.

His warm tongue glides from your earlobe down to your neck, right where your mating mark would be. His tongue stays there for a minute, circling around the spot as if he is mapping it out within his brain.

You feel like putty within his grasp, one of his hands moves so it's on your stomach, and he squeezes, making your body jolt.

He chuckles lowly, teeth now grazing against the spot, the fire in your stomach being fueled by each of his movements, no matter how small of a shift.

Your head started spinning as he turned you around, warm lips on yours without warning. Hands roaming your sides as he looked for the perfect spot to hold you close to him.

You could hear him, his growling, his absolute need for you. Then, his fingers were in your hair, pulling your head back and causing your mouth to open. Your eyes close as you feel the slight pain of him pulling your hair.

Then he spits in your mouth, his gruff voice following suit. "Swallow." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

You have no clue why you did it, but you swallowed. And you felt yourself get wetter as he then lightly pats your cheek.

"what a good little pet" The words send heat to your cheeks, and he notices. "You like that, huh? Being called my pet?"

And you nod. You fucking nod and your heart swells. Your boss has you feeling things you have never felt before. These feelings are so new, so unknown. But you love it. You want more.

"Katsuki..." You say his name again. And you hear him groan under his breath.

"God. You have no clue what you do to me." It's the first time he has ever said something like that to you. And it makes you feel weak, but it makes you feel powerful too.

You look up at him, his huge figure towering over you. You let out a soft mumble of something, then he picks you up, laying you on the table in the copier room.

You finally get the perfect view of him, laying on your back and seeing the giant alpha who has been in your life every single day. You watch as he gets on his knees, pulling your hips to the end of the table.

"W-What are you doing?" You mumble out, he pushes your skirt up to your waist and then moves your thighs apart, his head finding purchase near your core.

And without warning he shoves his nose into your cunt, sniffing your wetness without a care in the world. Like he is the only one in the room. "So fuckin' sweet"

You think he's done with his pervy sniffing, but then he licks your panties, a long stripe of his saliva causing your panties to become even wetter than they had been from your arousal.

Your body rumbles as he speaks into your cunt, "Fuck you smell so good, hun" Your body reacts to his words, thighs squeezing shut in embarrassment.

"Come on, don't be like that" His hands pry your thighs apart, tongue meeting the sheer fabric that is barring him from tasting you fully.

"Y/N.." His husky voice melts any sort of resolve you had left, toes curling as you feel him peel off your panties.

He takes a sharp breath, hissing as he sees your bare pussy. Unable to resist as he presses his tongue against your clit, moving in perfect motions as his hands grab and paw at your thighs.

You moan softly, but he still hears it. And it makes him go even more feral. His mouth now sucking your clit as one of hands moves from your thigh. Pressing a digit against your entrance and pushing in.

The size of just one of your fingers has you wondering just how big his cock is, which in turn makes your head spin even more.

His finger searches for your spongy center, and once he finds it he doesn't go easy on you. Pushing another finger into you and bullying the sensitive spot over and over.

You quickly become a writhing mess on the table, a hand reaching for his dirty blond hair and grabbing a handful. Your body has no idea what it's feeling except for the fact that you are addicted to it.

A pressure starts building inside you, and you try and tell Bakugou, but he isn't listening. He's to focused on how good you taste. His whole world crumbling around him as he finally gets to taste what he has been dreaming of for years.

And you taste like heaven, absolutely divine. You taste like warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. And he cannot get enough of it.

You know for a fact the orgasm that is growing inside you isn't like any you have had before, it's stronger, much stronger. You can feel the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as the pressure continues to build.

Then, it snaps. Without warning you squirt all over your bosses lower face, and he hums, being able to taste your squirt is like God's gift to him. He licks up all of the clear liquid as crystal clear tears drop to your cheeks.

After he has cleaned in between your thighs, he stands from his kneeling position, arms caging you in as he leans over you.

"Awe was that too much for you sweet thing?" His tone is mocking, but a soft sign of caring deep underneath. You shake your head and he clicks his tongue. Leaning towards you more and wiping some of your tears off your cheek with a smirk.

Your core is still on fire, you feel insatiable.

"Katsuki..?" Your voice is soft as you say his name, "Are you going to fuck me?"

He smiles and nods, "If that's okay with you, little one" And you nod back, a soft whimper coming from you when he confirms.

"Yes please.." Not even a second after you say yes his buckle is coming undone, and your heart is racing.

He moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest with ease, holding them in place with one arm as he takes his cock in the other hand. Pressing his tip against your hole.

You take a sharp breath in as he pushes his tip into your walls, your eyes squeezing shut at the burning sensation of him stretching your cunt out.

"D'worry baby, daddy'll tak good care of you" His voice is like silk in your ear, so smooth and comforting. The pain almost goes away completely before he pushes more of his length into you.

He dryly laughs as he feels you get wetter from his words, "Such a fuckin' slut. Who woulda known?" He slaps your thigh, pushing into you as you squeak from the slap, already half of his huge girth inside you.

You feel like if he pushes any more of his length into you that you will most definitely split in half. But that doesn't stop him, his hand that was grasping his shaft is now circling your clit, making your walls tighten around him.

"Come on, I know you can take it" His voice is snarky, venomous even. But you nod, saying yes without speaking.

And you do, you take it all. Without any complaints because this is what you have been wanting for 2 years now, but you didn't even know it.

You pull his face to yours, lips against his with passion as he pushes the rest of his length into you, a sigh of relief comes from him as you try and adjust to his huge size.

But then he moves without warning. And you moan so loudly, loud enough to the point that you are 100% sure that everyone in the office heard it.

As if he read your mind, he speaks "Don't worry, honey. I sent everyone home for the day. No one can hear you, be as loud as you need to be."

And him just saying that opens a floodgate. As he continues to move his cock in and out of your wet cunt, you moan louder and louder.

His tip bullies it's way into your womb, the feeling mixed with your growing orgasm sends you spiraling, babbling his name over and over like a mantra. He is the only thing on your mind as he fuck you.

Then you finally feel it, the heat washing over you as you cum on his cock. Which makes him pick up his pace even more, picking you up from the table and slamming you against the wall, his teeth are hazardously close to your mating mark spot.

But at this point in time you don't care, and nor does he. His teeth sink into your skin and electricity goes through your body in waves.

He growls as he continues to bite your neck, so close to making you his forever "Fuckin' mine, ain't that right sweetheart?" the way your walls clench around him is the only answer he needs.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, his breathing becoming heavy with each thrust. His nails digging into your pillowy skin as he gets closer to his release.

"Fuck Y/N.. I'm gonna cum" He groans loudly, and his beautiful groans make you go crazy, pulling him closer to you. Not wanting to lose his body heat as you feel yourself growing close to your second orgasm.

"Please.. Please Katsu.. Cum inside me" You practically beg for him to fill you up, and he does. He doesn't waste a fucking second. You feel his searing hot cum inside your womb, and he keeps fucking into you with vigor.

Not stopping even after you have creamed on his cock for the second time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure washes over your body.

He then pulls you from the wall and holds you up with one arm as he pulls the door open, walking you to his office and placing you on the leather couch.

You're on your hands and knees for him. Completely vulnerable to his whims. But you don't care. You want him to do everything and anything to you.

He grabs your ass with both of his hands, pushing the tip of his length against your entrance again and pushing into you with a purr of your name.

His cock immediately hits that perfect spot inside you, and he's making you see stars. And then he starts moving again, and you feel like you might faint. But by some ounce of luck you stay awake.

You feel every single vein of his gliding across your gummy walls. The sounds of your lust fills the room. You hear his hips snapping against your ass with every single thrust. And it just makes you wetter and wetter.

But he doesn't stop, not until he can feel you on the verge of your third orgasm. Then he slows down, his huge hand splayed out on your upper back to keep you pressed against the leather of the couch.

"You feel so good around my cock, baby, like you were fuckin' made for me" And that's when it happens. Your scents mix to create a smokey apple pie scent that fills the room.

You know he smells it too. And his whole demeanor changes, his movements become more languid, more sensual. Like he is thinking about each movement. With each stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls you grow closer to your release.

He whispers for you, a sound you have never heard before. "Cum f'me Y/N..." His voice is almost sweet, like the scent that fills the room.

And your body complies, you cream on his cock for the 3rd time that night. You aren't sure how much more you can take, but Bakugou has so many more plans for you.

He fills you up again without warning, and it makes you see white spots. It makes you feel loved as he fills you with his hot seed. It's so romantic to the new you that he has brought out.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy of yours, make you all mine" He growls again and it makes the fire inside you burn even hotter.

And katsuki never says anything he doesn't mean. So he pulls you from your knees and pulls his cock out if you, making you feel so empty all of a sudden. Like a part of you is missing.

"Ride me, princess" His voice is stern as he sits on the leather couch, letting his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers. His meaty thighs exposed as well as his cock fully erect for you.

And you waste no time to straddle him, even though it hurts your hips to have your thighs around his big meaty ones, you endure the pain as you lower yourself onto his huge tip.

Bracing yourself for the searing pain as you lower yourself, nails digging into Katsuki's shoulders as you take more of him.

"'ts too much... I can't." And he shakes his head. Placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you down on his length further, inch my inch you take his whole cock. Not without your whines and begs for him to go slower, in which he clicked his tongue and continued anyways.

And then you took back control. Slightly bouncing up and down on the alphas huge cock, tears coming to your eyes as you feel his cock inside your womb again, even deeper than you had felt him before.

His face was buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as you were riding him. He couldn't resist you. Not for any longer. He couldn't stop himself when he found the spot to make you his.

You jolted as he licked the spot, but you didn't stop him. You wanted this, you needed this. More than anything in your whole entire life. This moment will make or break you.

Then it happened. He sunk his teeth into your neck, making you his. And all the stars aligned. You felt him cum inside you as He bit you, his knot growing quickly afterwards. Your body felt like it was floating, everything felt perfect.

Everything felt like it was meant to be. And you wouldn't change it for the world. He pulls his teeth out of your neck and pulls his head back, looking you in the eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.

His cherry red eyes meeting yours made you feel complete. His hand met your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb against your skin as his knot sat inside you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N" His voice was sincere. And so were his eyes. You knew this was right.

The three words you had never said to anyone but your parents came from your lips so easily, "I love you, Katsuki" And your lips met his. Your heart swelled from the kiss.

He pulled away and repeated those three words back to you, "I love you too, Y/N, So much."

You're his. And he is yours. And you couldn't be happier.

The man that had once been a thorn in your side is now the one you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

WAIT WAIT WAIT I KNOW ONE OF MY AMAZING FOLLOWERS DID NOT WRITE A PEICE THAT I HAD SAVED TO MY FAVORITES AND I DIDNT REALIZE IT??? OMG 

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" • alpha!Bakugou x omega!female!reader

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, all characters are aged up (18+), bakugou is a meanie (sniffles I love him), bakugou calls himself daddy, bakugou is kinda a perv, dacraphylia, degrading, knotting, mutual bickering, mating press, office setting, oral (f!receiving), porn with a little bit of plot, pet names (pretty thing, sweetheart, baby, love, pet, honey, little one, etc), pwp (reader is bakugou's assistant), reader is a tsundere, reader doesn't talk much (I'm bad at writing it), size difference (bakugou is humongous), squirting, smut, teasing

W/C: 3,488 (oml)

A/N: This is my first EVER fic. I'm so proud 🥺 It is for @kxkyuu-main and her ask here

You found an ad on Indeed a week after you moved to Tokyo. It was an assistant position at the pro hero agency for Dynamight. You had previously worked in a smaller agency in Yokohama.

You got the interview literal hours after applying for the position. You were ecstatic, already picking out your outfit for the infamous Dynamight.

All went according to plan the next week, and finally on Friday you had the interview.

Walking into the building you felt so small, miniscule even. Clutching your bag closer to your body as you walked to the front desk.

"Uh.. hi. I have an interview with Dynamight, for the assistant position?" Your voice was meek at the beginning, but steadily got more confident.

The woman at the desk directed you to take the elevator to the 12th floor, where his office was. Saying he was ready for you.

Pressing the button to the elevator and walking in was the easiest task of that day. The day had been easy up to the moment you met him, Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest Alpha you had ever laid eyes on. Yeah you had seen pictures of him, but none of them prepared you for the day you met him.

That was a year and a half ago. You have settled comfortably into your new position and new home. The pay is good and the people you work with are nice. Excluding one.

Your boss Bakugou Katsuki was mean. Downright unbearable some days. But so were you. You could bite back with the same amount of anger and hatred that he used when you two bickered. You once called him out on the consistency of the disagreements you two had, called them "fights". He was quick to correct you.

"Tch, if we were fighting, you would know" He said with his usual snarky tone.

The man who you regularly had to be in close proximity to never seemed to be drawn to your scent. It was unorthodox for sure, but you never really thought much about it.

You knew your scent well. Freshly picked apples and a slight hint of mint. The alpha male that you were assistant to smelled richly of campfire smoke and the sweetness of iced tea.

It was an addicting smell, yes, but you never once thought he could be your mate. Not with all the fighting- sorry bickering you two did.

After half a year of working with Bakugou the fighting became more tense, like there was something in the air. Hell, you felt like you could cut it with a knife.

Then, he asked you the question all unmated omegas dread.

"So where's your mark, huh?" He was sat at his desk, smirk plastered onto his face as he looked towards you. And for the first time, that smirk lit a fire inside you, and you panicked.

You fumbled with your response as his gaze bore into you, unable to form a complete thought with him looking at you like that. But you were able to respond after a few minutes.

"Well, I don't see you mated either. What's the deal with that? A prominent Alpha like you unable to find his mate?" You were happy with your response.

But he wasn't. "It is bad enough I have to be surrounded by your scent all day, now I have to deal with you being a little bitch too?"

And that was the last straw, you got up and grabbed a stack of papers from your desk and headed to the copier room.

Finally away from his suddenly mind hazing scent you were able to breath deeply and clear your mind, yet the fire that he had lit inside you had yet to go out.

You opened the copier and placed one of the papers inside it. Then you heard the door open behind you and the scent you had just been able to get away from was engulfing you whole.

His voice rumbled in your chest. "Such a pretty thing, too bad you have such a bad mouth." He hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He had never been this close to you before, you were unable to think as the smell of smoke and tea was filling your nostrils.

You felt him bury his nose in your hair, unable to pull himself away from you. "So fucking sweet." He mumbles to himself.

Suddenly you felt his chest press against your back, it sucked the air right out of your lungs, now they were filled with the smokey air of the room. You tried to turn around but his hands quickly moved to your hips.

Tiny. You felt like the smallest thing on earth as his beefy hands grabbed your hips. He kept you in place as he spoke again.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was low, too low. It was awakening something inside you that you had never felt before.

You didn't want it to stop though. So you bit your lip and kept quiet, only mumbling out your bosses name as he squeezes your doughy hips.

"D-Dynamight" You manage to squeak out. The foreign feeling of his hands on your body making your brain even more hazy than his scent.

The warmth of his breath hits your neck, "Call me Katsuki, little one" Your body shudders again, a forbidden sound escapes your lips at his next movement.

His warm tongue glides from your earlobe down to your neck, right where your mating mark would be. His tongue stays there for a minute, circling around the spot as if he is mapping it out within his brain.

You feel like putty within his grasp, one of his hands moves so it's on your stomach, and he squeezes, making your body jolt.

He chuckles lowly, teeth now grazing against the spot, the fire in your stomach being fueled by each of his movements, no matter how small of a shift.

Your head started spinning as he turned you around, warm lips on yours without warning. Hands roaming your sides as he looked for the perfect spot to hold you close to him.

You could hear him, his growling, his absolute need for you. Then, his fingers were in your hair, pulling your head back and causing your mouth to open. Your eyes close as you feel the slight pain of him pulling your hair.

Then he spits in your mouth, his gruff voice following suit. "Swallow." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

You have no clue why you did it, but you swallowed. And you felt yourself get wetter as he then lightly pats your cheek.

"what a good little pet" The words send heat to your cheeks, and he notices. "You like that, huh? Being called my pet?"

And you nod. You fucking nod and your heart swells. Your boss has you feeling things you have never felt before. These feelings are so new, so unknown. But you love it. You want more.

"Katsuki..." You say his name again. And you hear him groan under his breath.

"God. You have no clue what you do to me." It's the first time he has ever said something like that to you. And it makes you feel weak, but it makes you feel powerful too.

You look up at him, his huge figure towering over you. You let out a soft mumble of something, then he picks you up, laying you on the table in the copier room.

You finally get the perfect view of him, laying on your back and seeing the giant alpha who has been in your life every single day. You watch as he gets on his knees, pulling your hips to the end of the table.

"W-What are you doing?" You mumble out, he pushes your skirt up to your waist and then moves your thighs apart, his head finding purchase near your core.

And without warning he shoves his nose into your cunt, sniffing your wetness without a care in the world. Like he is the only one in the room. "So fuckin' sweet"

You think he's done with his pervy sniffing, but then he licks your panties, a long stripe of his saliva causing your panties to become even wetter than they had been from your arousal.

Your body rumbles as he speaks into your cunt, "Fuck you smell so good, hun" Your body reacts to his words, thighs squeezing shut in embarrassment.

"Come on, don't be like that" His hands pry your thighs apart, tongue meeting the sheer fabric that is barring him from tasting you fully.

"Y/N.." His husky voice melts any sort of resolve you had left, toes curling as you feel him peel off your panties.

He takes a sharp breath, hissing as he sees your bare pussy. Unable to resist as he presses his tongue against your clit, moving in perfect motions as his hands grab and paw at your thighs.

You moan softly, but he still hears it. And it makes him go even more feral. His mouth now sucking your clit as one of hands moves from your thigh. Pressing a digit against your entrance and pushing in.

The size of just one of your fingers has you wondering just how big his cock is, which in turn makes your head spin even more.

His finger searches for your spongy center, and once he finds it he doesn't go easy on you. Pushing another finger into you and bullying the sensitive spot over and over.

You quickly become a writhing mess on the table, a hand reaching for his dirty blond hair and grabbing a handful. Your body has no idea what it's feeling except for the fact that you are addicted to it.

A pressure starts building inside you, and you try and tell Bakugou, but he isn't listening. He's to focused on how good you taste. His whole world crumbling around him as he finally gets to taste what he has been dreaming of for years.

And you taste like heaven, absolutely divine. You taste like warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. And he cannot get enough of it.

You know for a fact the orgasm that is growing inside you isn't like any you have had before, it's stronger, much stronger. You can feel the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as the pressure continues to build.

Then, it snaps. Without warning you squirt all over your bosses lower face, and he hums, being able to taste your squirt is like God's gift to him. He licks up all of the clear liquid as crystal clear tears drop to your cheeks.

After he has cleaned in between your thighs, he stands from his kneeling position, arms caging you in as he leans over you.

"Awe was that too much for you sweet thing?" His tone is mocking, but a soft sign of caring deep underneath. You shake your head and he clicks his tongue. Leaning towards you more and wiping some of your tears off your cheek with a smirk.

Your core is still on fire, you feel insatiable.

"Katsuki..?" Your voice is soft as you say his name, "Are you going to fuck me?"

He smiles and nods, "If that's okay with you, little one" And you nod back, a soft whimper coming from you when he confirms.

"Yes please.." Not even a second after you say yes his buckle is coming undone, and your heart is racing.

He moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest with ease, holding them in place with one arm as he takes his cock in the other hand. Pressing his tip against your hole.

You take a sharp breath in as he pushes his tip into your walls, your eyes squeezing shut at the burning sensation of him stretching your cunt out.

"D'worry baby, daddy'll tak good care of you" His voice is like silk in your ear, so smooth and comforting. The pain almost goes away completely before he pushes more of his length into you.

He dryly laughs as he feels you get wetter from his words, "Such a fuckin' slut. Who woulda known?" He slaps your thigh, pushing into you as you squeak from the slap, already half of his huge girth inside you.

You feel like if he pushes any more of his length into you that you will most definitely split in half. But that doesn't stop him, his hand that was grasping his shaft is now circling your clit, making your walls tighten around him.

"Come on, I know you can take it" His voice is snarky, venomous even. But you nod, saying yes without speaking.

And you do, you take it all. Without any complaints because this is what you have been wanting for 2 years now, but you didn't even know it.

You pull his face to yours, lips against his with passion as he pushes the rest of his length into you, a sigh of relief comes from him as you try and adjust to his huge size.

But then he moves without warning. And you moan so loudly, loud enough to the point that you are 100% sure that everyone in the office heard it.

As if he read your mind, he speaks "Don't worry, honey. I sent everyone home for the day. No one can hear you, be as loud as you need to be."

And him just saying that opens a floodgate. As he continues to move his cock in and out of your wet cunt, you moan louder and louder.

His tip bullies it's way into your womb, the feeling mixed with your growing orgasm sends you spiraling, babbling his name over and over like a mantra. He is the only thing on your mind as he fuck you.

Then you finally feel it, the heat washing over you as you cum on his cock. Which makes him pick up his pace even more, picking you up from the table and slamming you against the wall, his teeth are hazardously close to your mating mark spot.

But at this point in time you don't care, and nor does he. His teeth sink into your skin and electricity goes through your body in waves.

He growls as he continues to bite your neck, so close to making you his forever "Fuckin' mine, ain't that right sweetheart?" the way your walls clench around him is the only answer he needs.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, his breathing becoming heavy with each thrust. His nails digging into your pillowy skin as he gets closer to his release.

"Fuck Y/N.. I'm gonna cum" He groans loudly, and his beautiful groans make you go crazy, pulling him closer to you. Not wanting to lose his body heat as you feel yourself growing close to your second orgasm.

"Please.. Please Katsu.. Cum inside me" You practically beg for him to fill you up, and he does. He doesn't waste a fucking second. You feel his searing hot cum inside your womb, and he keeps fucking into you with vigor.

Not stopping even after you have creamed on his cock for the second time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure washes over your body.

He then pulls you from the wall and holds you up with one arm as he pulls the door open, walking you to his office and placing you on the leather couch.

You're on your hands and knees for him. Completely vulnerable to his whims. But you don't care. You want him to do everything and anything to you.

He grabs your ass with both of his hands, pushing the tip of his length against your entrance again and pushing into you with a purr of your name.

His cock immediately hits that perfect spot inside you, and he's making you see stars. And then he starts moving again, and you feel like you might faint. But by some ounce of luck you stay awake.

You feel every single vein of his gliding across your gummy walls. The sounds of your lust fills the room. You hear his hips snapping against your ass with every single thrust. And it just makes you wetter and wetter.

But he doesn't stop, not until he can feel you on the verge of your third orgasm. Then he slows down, his huge hand splayed out on your upper back to keep you pressed against the leather of the couch.

"You feel so good around my cock, baby, like you were fuckin' made for me" And that's when it happens. Your scents mix to create a smokey apple pie scent that fills the room.

You know he smells it too. And his whole demeanor changes, his movements become more languid, more sensual. Like he is thinking about each movement. With each stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls you grow closer to your release.

He whispers for you, a sound you have never heard before. "Cum f'me Y/N..." His voice is almost sweet, like the scent that fills the room.

And your body complies, you cream on his cock for the 3rd time that night. You aren't sure how much more you can take, but Bakugou has so many more plans for you.

He fills you up again without warning, and it makes you see white spots. It makes you feel loved as he fills you with his hot seed. It's so romantic to the new you that he has brought out.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy of yours, make you all mine" He growls again and it makes the fire inside you burn even hotter.

And katsuki never says anything he doesn't mean. So he pulls you from your knees and pulls his cock out if you, making you feel so empty all of a sudden. Like a part of you is missing.

"Ride me, princess" His voice is stern as he sits on the leather couch, letting his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers. His meaty thighs exposed as well as his cock fully erect for you.

And you waste no time to straddle him, even though it hurts your hips to have your thighs around his big meaty ones, you endure the pain as you lower yourself onto his huge tip.

Bracing yourself for the searing pain as you lower yourself, nails digging into Katsuki's shoulders as you take more of him.

"'ts too much... I can't." And he shakes his head. Placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you down on his length further, inch my inch you take his whole cock. Not without your whines and begs for him to go slower, in which he clicked his tongue and continued anyways.

And then you took back control. Slightly bouncing up and down on the alphas huge cock, tears coming to your eyes as you feel his cock inside your womb again, even deeper than you had felt him before.

His face was buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as you were riding him. He couldn't resist you. Not for any longer. He couldn't stop himself when he found the spot to make you his.

You jolted as he licked the spot, but you didn't stop him. You wanted this, you needed this. More than anything in your whole entire life. This moment will make or break you.

Then it happened. He sunk his teeth into your neck, making you his. And all the stars aligned. You felt him cum inside you as He bit you, his knot growing quickly afterwards. Your body felt like it was floating, everything felt perfect.

Everything felt like it was meant to be. And you wouldn't change it for the world. He pulls his teeth out of your neck and pulls his head back, looking you in the eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.

His cherry red eyes meeting yours made you feel complete. His hand met your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb against your skin as his knot sat inside you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N" His voice was sincere. And so were his eyes. You knew this was right.

The three words you had never said to anyone but your parents came from your lips so easily, "I love you, Katsuki" And your lips met his. Your heart swelled from the kiss.

He pulled away and repeated those three words back to you, "I love you too, Y/N, So much."

You're his. And he is yours. And you couldn't be happier.

The man that had once been a thorn in your side is now the one you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Are You Listening?"

Part Two: "The Breakdown"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It's part two, so I’m not tellin’🙈😏!

Warnings: You’re about to experience a plethora of emotions. Profanity, you all know I got a mouthpiece on me, especially when I’m passionate 😂. There is a brief mention of fertility troubles.

Word Count: 5,000+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. I hope you all enjoy the roller coaster you’re about to take a ride on 😂😏😈.

Read Part One Here.

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“Listen, no more talkin’. That clown had enough time to come up with all of it. Find his ass, let him know all my money better be ready by the close of business tomorrow. If not, he’ll be a dead man walking.”

Mick took his orders and turned to leave. Rio stopped him before he could turn the knob on his office door. 

“Take those other two useless idiots with you. Everybody else can get back to work. I’m not paying them to stand around looking stupid,” Rio snapped.

Waiting for Mick to leave, he swaggered back to his chair. He plopped down, plucking his glass off the table, gulping the amber-colored liquid. Rio was on his third drink of the night. Slamming the empty whiskey tumbler on his desk, he leaned his head back, running his hand down his face. Alone in his office, wallowing in self-pity. Rio stared at his phone as he contemplated sending another text or calling you again. Thinking about how you had left him on read and sent him to voicemail was eating at him.

“Can’t Keep On Loving You One Foot Outside The Door.”

-Brandy.

Glancing at his iPhone, he mumbled, “fuck it.” Snatching up the cell phone, he tried your number. Ringing twice, it went straight to voicemail. With the sound of the beep, he pleaded his case.

“Come on, ma. Answer my call. Y/N, hear me out. You got this all wrong. Please talk to me.  I’m worried about you, baby. I need to know you’re safe. Call me back.”

“Can’t Keep On Trying If You’re Looking For More.”

-Brandy.

He’d started to tell you that he missed and loved you. The thought quickly pushed out of his mind. He closed off his feelings and left the message as is. Ending the call, Rio Tossed the phone down, making his way to the liquor cabinet. Pouring another drink, he made his way back to his seat. Elbows propped on the oak desk, Rio placed his head in his hands. Trying to rub the stress and tension away, he massaged his temples as the last conversation between you two replayed in his mind.

Four Days Ago

Rio had called your phone twice, but it went unanswered. He figured he had stayed out too late, and you had turned in for the night. His mind kept replaying images of him taking you apart. In all honesty, he was hoping that he could wake you once he made it home. Rio was in the mood for another round. He had been missing the feeling of you, tightly wrapped around him. He mentally cursed himself for being so busy that both of your needs had gone unsatisfied for so long. Taking a break just hadn't been in the cards lately. All his rivals had been itching to take over his business. One wrong move and everything he worked so hard for could be gone. They were starting to play dirty, going as far as to try and harm you. He had spent the past several months sending warnings throughout other territories. The warning? Touch my wife, and I’ll make your whole family feel it. He brushed all that from his mind as he pulled into the driveway. Having been up for nearly two days, Rio didn’t bother parking in the garage. All he wanted to do was shower and lay up under you.

“Every Time You Build Me Up, You Only Let Me Down.”

-Brandy.

Entering the house, he quickly keyed the code into the security system. He noticed that there were still dishes on the dining room floor. Flipping the lights on, he strolled into the kitchen to retrieve a broom and dustpan from the pantry. An envelope lying atop the counter caught his eye.

“I left a note in the hallway. By the time you read it, I’ll be far away.”

-Beyoncé.

“Christopher” was written in bold letters in your handwriting. The words “Hope it was worth it” were printed underneath. Next to it, we’re your engagement ring and wedding band. Rio's eyebrows furrowed, and it felt like his heart stopped beating. He convinced himself that this had to be some kind of joke. He snatched the envelope from the marbled countertop, spinning on heels. He made his way through the house and bolted up the stairs, climbing them two at a time. He froze halfway in the middle of the hallway leading to your bedroom. With the door wide open, he could see broken glass on the floor. He forced himself to make the rest of the journey. Rio entered the room. Hangers were strewn all over the place. Your drawers were left open, and the comforter was slung backward on the king-sized bed.

“What the fuck?”

He knew you weren’t there, but Rio called out for you, hoping he was wrong.

“Y/N?”

Left unanswered, he stepped over all the broken picture frames that once housed your wedding photos. All those memories were mixed in the broken glass on the floor. Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, he instructed Alexa to turn on the remaining lights. Ripping open the Manila envelope, he pulled out several large print photos and a note. His eyes scanned the message.

“Almost Convinced Me Your Gonna Stick Around, But Everybody Knows Almost Doesn’t Count.”

-Brandy.

“May you regret every single fucking time you decided to play with my heart. I must say, I have to applaud you for such a great performance. Here a bitch thought you were committed and holding me down. Come to find out, you been lying this whole time. It was all just a great fucking performance. Why not lie and pretend? You were living it up, having your cake and eating it too. Congratulations, by the way. Tell red she might want to keep her day job. I plan to empty your fucking pockets before the ink can dry on the divorce papers. I never wanted to be this kind of woman. Since you want to play with my heart, I’m going to play with the thing that matters most to you, money. I hope you liked the photos. They sure did shock the fuck out of me. They're the only thing saving you and your bitch from getting lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Haven’t I always told you not to play with me? Bitch, I am not one of them dusty ass hoes you used to fuck with.”

-your heartbroken, savage, and soon-to-be ex-wife.

Rio sat there with anger and confusion written on his face. What the fuck is going on? He thought to himself. Rio tossed the note aside and snatched up the photos you mentioned. His face fell, and it became clear why you left in the middle of the night. You had printed out copies of the text and photos you received earlier that night. He couldn’t make out whose number it was. There was no way you were sticking around after seeing these.

“Fuck,” he shouted, flinging the photos across the room. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his lap. His hands crossed and settled under his chin as he sat there furious.

“How the fuck…who the fuck?” Quickly realizing who might be capable of sending you such bullshit, he growled, “I’ma kill this bitch. Better count her fucking days. As if I didn’t have enough reason to take her out already.”

Rio dug his cell out of his pocket and frantically dialed your number. His calls went to voicemail several times before you finally gave in and answered.

“What, Rio,” you barked.

“Where are you? Come home so we can talk-.”

“Talk? Now you want to talk? Fuck that and fuck you, Rio,” you retorted as your voice started to crack.

His heart ached to hear the pain in your voice. He sensed that you had been crying.

“Y/N, please. You don’t understand. Please, ma. Come back to the house.”

“No! I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for you? You’re my wife! What the fuck do you think this is? You can’t just up and walk out on me.”

“Don’t even try to play the proud husband card. You don’t care about me. Do you even understand the damage you’ve caused? You broke me, Christopher. My heart feels like it’s in a million pieces. I loved you more than my own life,” you sobbed.

“Baby, please don’t cry. Can you please just pull over and talk to me? I don’t want anything to happen to you. Just please pull over.”

“I’m pulling over. Hear me loud and clear I’m not coming back to that house. I’m done with you, Rio. The last thing you should want me to do is to come home. Did you forget that I have a gun?”

“No! Come home, damn it! Hear what I have to say. If you still want to leave after, I won’t stop you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you, mama, please.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. I’m beginning to wonder if any of it was real. Thinking of how many lies you’ve told sends chills throughout my body. Who are you? You’re not the man I thought you were. Ain’t no coming back from this,” you cried.

“I’m trying to get you to understand that it’s not what you think it is. Fuck, mama! Just listen to me.”

“What can you possibly say to justify those pictures? You were super fucking cozy with that red-headed bitch! How can you explain the damn ultrasound pictures, Rio? Those photos are the only thing saving your lives right now! That baby won’t be inside her forever, though. I’ma catch that bitch when the baby drops. It’s one thing to cheat on me, but you knocked this desperate housewife-looking-ass bitch up! You gave her the one thing I’d been hoping and praying on. Tell me, is it because of the miscarriage last year? Is that why you stepped outside the marriage? Am I not good enough? Was I not a good wife? A good bonus-mom to Marcus? Tell me what I did to deserve this foul-ass shit,” you questioned as your voice continued to crack.

At this point, you were bawling so hard it made it difficult to breathe. Rio hung his head as he pleaded with you to take a moment to catch your breath. The only thing he could do was apologize, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, mama.” Over and over again. “I wish you would believe me when I tell you things aren’t what they appear to be, but I know all the odds stacked against me. Not with these photos. Nothing I say is going to change your mind. All I can do is tell you I’m sorry this is happening.” For the first time since Marcus was born, his eyes became glossy as he fought the urge to shed a tear.

The line went quiet for the longest fifteen minutes. Rio was relieved to hear you finally take a deep breath. Your voice was scratchy and raw. You no longer wanted to listen to his broken promises and lies as you spoke with finality.

“I hope you know just how much I loved you. I pray that you know how much I’ll always love you, but this is something I can’t get past,” you whispered. “Never did I think I could hate and love you this much.”

Not interested in giving Rio another moment to waste your time, you ended the call. Knowing how his mind worked, you turned off the location on your phone. You knew he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. Taking a few moments to pull yourself together, you dried your eyes and continued your journey. You headed to the place you hoped he wouldn’t think to look for you.

Having no control of the situation, Rio was becoming more desperate to find you. You were out there, all by yourself. No one was watching over and keeping you safe. He had no one to blame but himself. All this was happening on account of his actions. If only he could find you and get you to listen. Even if that were to occur, how could he get you to understand what was happening? In all honesty, even if he were to explain it, there would still be repercussions. Sadly, in a twisted way, he had fucked up.

Rio had checked your location before the call had ended that night. He spent hours trying to find you, but even with the help of his crew, the search was unsuccessful. It was back to the grind that morning, resuming the search after wrapping up any urgent business matters. Rio tried everything he could think to do. He had one of his men trying to track the GPS on your truck. Only you were a step ahead of him. They had found your vehicle parked at your best friend's house. Y/B/N came stomping outside, lashing out at Rio for breaking your heart. The two of them had exchanged a few harsh words. He bit the bullet and called his mother-in-law. The only thing that had come of that experience was a heated exchange between Rio, your father, and two older brothers. Realizing no one wanted to give him any information, Rio focused on your checking activity. He looked to see if you had used your bank or credit cards. He damn near blew a vein when he saw you’d made a large cash withdrawal. It was enough money to keep from having to use your cards. He had no idea if you’d hopped on a plane. If you had gotten a rental and we’re driving across the country. Three of your close friends each lived in a different state. You could’ve been anywhere by now.

The past four days consisted of long sleepless nights and endless searching. Not knowing how else to find you, Rio decided to deal with something else that needed handling. Pushing away from his workspace, he threw back the rest of his drink. Setting the empty glass on the table, he exited his office. Mick had returned from his errand and met up with Rio in the parking lot. He could tell that his boss was running off very little sleep. Mick could sense that Rio had been drinking dark liquor and knew it was on an empty stomach. Pure anger and rage were evident on Rio’s face and in his eyes. Which only meant one thing. Rio pulled out his weapon, checking the weight and safety.

“I think you should let me drive, boss. I’ll keep an eye on things from the car.”

The gesture was one of the many reasons Mick was his go-to. He never had to explain anything, and Mick was a certified trained-to-go shooter. They hopped into the car and sped off towards their destination. It was time for Rio to get some answers. Someone was going to pay for being dumb enough to send that text and those photos. There was only one person he could think of that would be that damn stupid. Surely she knew this little stunt would be the end of her. He just wanted to know what exactly she was trying to prove.

Rio was halfway out of the car before Mick could finish parking. She had mentioned some sob stories about her husband taking the kids out of town, which meant she was home alone. He had found her lights out on the couch with an empty tequila bottle sprawled out on the coffee table. Seeing her sleep so peacefully pissed him off. Here she was getting a nice rest while he had gone the last four days without sleep on account of her, or so he thought. His anger bubbled to the surface. Rio lunged toward her, yanking her by the hair and pulling her into a seated position.

“We need to have a little chat, Elizabeth,” his voice was cold and calculated.

Still not fully awake and a little drunk, Beth blinked a few times. Her eyes were like giant saucers when her brain fully registered what was happening.

“R-Rio, what are you doing here? What is happening? You’re hurting me.”

“Trust me. It’s going to hurt a lot more, Elizabeth. You’ve been pretty busy, haven’t you?”

“I have? W-what are you talking about?”

“You seriously want to play stupid? Come on, ma. That’s only going to make it worse. Why’d you send it?”

“Send what, Rio?”

He pressed the gun into her chin harder. His eyes were dark as his jaw ticked.

“The text? The pictures of the ultrasound? You’re lucky you got pregnant just in time to spare your life. I’m confused as to why you took it upon yourself to share this information with my wife. What’s it to do with her?”

Rio's face fell at the sight of the confusion in Elizabeth’s eyes. She was telling the truth. Beth was clueless about the entire ordeal. If she wasn’t the one that sent them, who did? Her eyes filled with tears as she was shaking. He could see her playing their conversation back in her mind, trying to comprehend what he was saying. He removed the gun from under her chin, putting it back on safety.

“I can see from your reaction that it wasn’t you. You’re still not completely off the hook. There’s a chance that one of your ditzy friends is responsible, maybe that bitter husband of yours. Someone that knows you did it. When I find out, and trust me, I will. We’ll circle back to this moment, yeah?” Rio’s signature crooked smile played on his lips as he tapped her cheek with the barrel of his gun. You're going to help me figure this shit out. Better find a way to get that beautiful wife of mine to return to me safe and sound. If you don't, all three of you bitches gon’ feel it. Get some rest, ma. You got a lot of work to get to tomorrow, yeah?” He stood straightening his shirt and tucking his gun in his jeans. Beth hadn’t said another word and continued to stare at him in fear. Rio brushed the hair from her face and eerily stated, “sweet dreams, darlin’.” With that, he made his departure.

Rio had Mick take him home. Not sleeping and running off of alcohol had taken its toll. He managed to eat half a bowl of ramen before dumping the rest. After taking a quick shower, he got into bed. Though his eyes were heavy, sleep evaded him. Rio’s brain was preoccupied with thoughts of you. He wondered where you were and If you were doing okay. He was also racking his brain, trying to figure out who outside Beth would be ignorant enough to blow up his life. Reaching for his mobile device, he made one last attempt to call you for the night. It went straight to voicemail, and Rio slammed his phone on the nightstand. Almost immediately, a notification came through. It was a text from Marcus’ mom reminding him to pick him up from practice. Guilt and stress coursed through his body. Rio had to prepare for the sadness your absence would cause in his son's life. How could he explain that he was the reason behind your abrupt departure? Marcus loved you just as much as Rio. Unable to fight the exhaustion, his thoughts led him into a slumber.

The conversation about your absence had been difficult, and Marcus handled it as best he could. Rio had explained to his baby boy that although you left, it had nothing to do with him. He clarified that it wouldn’t change the love you two had for him.

“So is she never coming back, dad?”

The sadness in Marcus' voice nearly gutted Rio.

“I honestly can’t say, but this is all on me. I should’ve handled ma’s heart better. I could’ve tried harder to protect her from outside influences. I just want you to know that she didn’t leave you. She needs time apart from me to think. I’m doing my best to fix it, little man.”

“Do you still love her, dad?”

“Of course I do. Always will.”

Marcus smiled at his father and walked over to him. He gave Rio a tight hug.

“Hope that makes you feel better.”

Rio hugged his son back, kissing the top of his head, “it does, baby boy. Thank you.”

“Hey, dad, would it be okay to call mama Y/N sometime?”

That very question had been like a spark of hope for Rio. You had been ignoring his calls, but he knew you would never refuse Marcus’ precious face. Rio knew it would only make you angrier, but it was the only way he could get you to talk to him.

“She wouldn’t mind at all. She’d probably love to hear from you right now.”

Marcus sped off to retrieve the phone Rio and Rhea (his mom) had gifted him on his last birthday. He ran to the couch, phone in hand, and bounced onto the cushions. Marcus excitedly sent you a FaceTime request. As it rang, the sweet boy crawled onto his dad’s lap to wait for an answer. Only letting it ring twice, you accepted. Your eyes focused on Marcus, and you completely ignored Rio.

“Hi, my sweet baby! I miss you so much, bud! How’s school and soccer going for you?”

“Pretty good. I scored two goals in practice today!”

“That’s awesome. Listen, sweetie pie, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to kiss that cute handsome face goodbye. Hope you’re not too upset with me, my little love.”

You were doing your best to mask the pain in your voice, but Rio heard it as it made his stomach twist.

“That’s okay, ma. Dad told me you had to take some time to yourself. I’m going to miss you. I hope I see you soon.”

Marcus was on the same page as his father. He sneakily finished saying what he wanted and handed the phone to Rio. You could hear Marcus shout, “love you, ma! Gotta go do my homework. You should talk to daddy for a bit, please,” he begged. With that, the adorable little devil made his exit.

“I don’t have shit to say to you. That’s pretty fucked up for you to use Marcus to force me to speak with you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“You left me no choice, mama. When are you going to stop playing games and come home love?”

“You’re such a narcissist. Get the fuck off my line, Rio.”

“You can’t even take ten minutes to hear what I have to say?”

“He only want me when I’m not there. He better call Becky with the good hair.”

-Beyoncé.

“No, I cannot. It’s funny that you suddenly have so much time for me. Now that I’m not sitting around waiting on you and believing your lies. You’ve got all the time in the world. Fucking ass. Stop calling me,” you growled, ending the call.

At this point, Rio was starting to become agitated. He understood that he’d fucked up, but you weren’t even trying to have one final discussion about it all. Don’t bitches crave closure? There was so much more to the situation that you didn’t know. He wanted to explain everything, but you wouldn’t allow him to have even an ounce of your time. Rio took a moment to gather himself. Scooping his phone from the end table, he FaceTimed Mick.

“Yo?”

“She answered a FaceTime call from Marcus. We managed to get her to stay on long enough to take screen grabs. Find out if the screenshots can give any information on where the fuck my wife is. I’m not playing this cat and mouse shit anymore. Find her by any means necessary.”

“Got you. I’m on it, boss.”

Ending his call with Mick, he was startled by the doorbell. Glancing at the security camera left him confused. Rio approached the door, his hand behind his back, settling on the base of his gun. He opened the door, and his eyes fixated on a man dressed in slacks and a button-up. The stranger addressed Rio by his full name. He eyed the man cautiously, replying, “who wants to know? Do we know each other?” The man smiled, giving Rio a quick head nod. “You’ve been served.”

Rio barely had time to process what was happening. The papers were in his hand, and the process server was already in his vehicle, leaving by the time it clicked. He didn’t even have to look at them to know they were divorce papers. Not wanting to scare or upset Marcus, he closed the door softly. He did the only thing he could to release his anger with his son present. He went to his workout room and took all his frustrations out on his punching bag. Half an hour later and he was still so full of emotion. He took a swig of water before snapping and launching it across the room. Alone in his thoughts, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down. Burying his head in his hands, he tried his hardest not to spiral, but it was unsuccessful. Rio’s emotions bubbled over as he called you again. It rang once, going to voicemail.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m giving up that easily. You can keep ignoring my calls but check this out. I’ll never stop looking for you. I can promise you that. Do us both a favor and just bring your beautiful ass home, ma. Sending me papers, I am not Usher, sweetheart, I ain’t ready to sign shit. Never will be. You are my wife. We in this thing for life, baby. I thought you knew. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I fucking love you, mama. How you groan and complain about my lack of communication, yet here you are doing exactly that. Get your head on straight. As soon as daddy can figure it out, I’m coming to get you, darlin’.” Ending the call, he went to do a little searching of his own.

You had only been at your destination for a few hours. Not only had it been a long drive, but being an emotional mess made it impossible to focus on the road. You had to stop to rest and force yourself to eat something. Every hotel you slept in was as low-key as you could get. Your last conversation with Rio had you constantly looking over your shoulder. The desperation and determination in his voice were too hard to ignore. You knew that he was on a mission to find you. That’s why you had spent longer than expected at the stop before. Your mind flickered back to the previous night.

Holed up in the quaint little hotel room, you drowned your sorrows in a bottle of Casamigos. You Swallowed a copious amount of alcohol as your face scrunched at the burning sensation in your chest. You sat on the bed, legs folded with your MacBook in your lap. Fingertips furiously pecked at the keys as you filed for separation. Summer Walker’s “Throw It Away” flowed through the speakers. Earlier, your best friend had called you while driving to check in on you. She had done a little research after you had adamantly declared you wanted to end your marriage. Your friend felt that you were being impulsive. She had taken it upon herself to explain that you could file online. Halfway through the conversation, Y/B/N convinced you to file for a separation. She argued that you didn’t know the whole story, and you agreed. Filling out the proper documents lasted a while. Having completed your task, you took one last swig of liquor and curled into a ball, crying yourself to sleep.

Sitting at the counter of a cute little diner, you listened to the last message your soon-to-be ex-husband left you. Rio’s voicemail made you so angry that your mouth formed a scowl. He was begging for a response, and that’s just what you gave him. Not giving him the satisfaction of calling him back, you opted to shoot him a biting text.

“If you had bothered to open the damn envelope, you’d know they’re separation papers. I was going to take time to clear my head and make a proper decision. Judging by your stalkerish, obsessive, possessive attitude, ain’t shit I need to think over. The papers you’re bitching about now? Go ahead and tear them up. New documents are on the way, my boy! Save us both the hassle and sign them whenever you fucking get them. No need to send a response. I won’t be responding to anything else you have to say. Let this be the LAST time we have to contact each other.”

Rio responded to your text with a photo. It was an image of the papers burning in the kitchen sink. “Did this as soon as I received them. Any other papers coming to this address will meet the same fate, my love.” You thought about responding but were interrupted by someone sliding into the stool next to you. Ignoring the unwanted lunch companion, you tried turning your focus back to your phone. Only the sound of the lunch companion’s voice sent a chill down your spine.

“I must say it’s odd bumping into you so far from home. What are you doing in California? Are you hiding from someone, darlin’?”

Yes, another cliffhanger. Sorry my babies, but I got to keep the suspense going 😜. I know, I ain’t shit 😆😈. Part three is in progress, but I’m working on several different WIP. Be patient with your girl. I hope this lived up to your expectations. It was a struggle to post part two. I tend to be overly critical of my work. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. Ask box is open as well💓.

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I just need ushijima to tell me I’m pretty 😔

bakugou, kirishima, midoriya x fem!reader

>> a/n: Here are some thoughts on how they would react to you dating again after breaking up because, why not. Haven’t written much in a while, life is getting hectic, but this just popped into my head and I had to share. Should I do another part with others?? Hope u enjoy!!

>> warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), kitchen sex, slightly rough, a little dub con-ish, yandere themes, cursing, baby trapping, breeding, degradation, name calling

Bakugou:

At first, he would pretend to be indifferent, but honestly he’s seething

Pretty up front about his feelings on the matter

Someone tells him that they saw you out on a date while he’s on patrol and he gets so upset his supervisor sends him home in fear of anyone or anything getting into his crossfire

Does not allow you to go even two days before he approaches you about it, after stewing a little bit

He shows up at your apartment and bangs on the door, demanding that he just wants to talk

“Who the fuck is he? Tell me”

When you refuse he only gets more upset, cursing this invisible suitor

“I can’t fucking do this, Y/N”

Reminds you of how you’re his and only his, before caging you against the counter, making you look at him with his hand on your jaw, demanding

You can tell from the bags under his eyes he’s barely slept

but you’d never know from the strength of his arms manhandling you against his hard length, gripping your ass and lifting you into the counter

Fucks you so good with passionate, fiery eyes, hands desperate and roaming

“You’re mine, do you hear me? Forget about that extra”

Despite his possessive jealousy, he’s loving in his own way, hands grasped tightly on your hips as he barrels into you and tells you that he’d never let you slip away again

“I’m gonna fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t even remember his name, baby”

Kirishima:

As a general rule, Kirishima was considered an all around good guy

And sure he was, for the most part - except for when it came to keeping you

When he heard you had been on a date, he realized he could no longer play the long game to get you back

Instead of going to you, kiri goes to him first

Kiri tracks this person down like it’s his job

And towering, muscley pro-hero Kiri threatens this guys life, collar in hand, telling him to make up some excuse for not being able to continue dating you

Gets his boys to keep an eye on anyone you’re with so he can do the same to them as well

And when you call him up on a weekend night, sobbing and looking for a shoulder to cry on, Kiri is right there waiting to welcome you back with open arms

Brings you takeout and flowers after your call

He wipes your tears and cuddles you just right, reminding you that you really are such good friends

Little did you know he’s blocked all their numbers in your phone so they couldn’t call even if they wanted to

Wants to make you completely forget that anyone else exists and “Nobody knows your body like I do”

And fucks you just as sweetly on the living room couch, murmuring how good you two work together as he bullies his fat cock into you

He drags out the strokes, giving you time to contemplate how gentle and attentive he is

“Shhh I know, babygirl” he calls to you as you palm his strong shoulders and back that loom over you, desperate for release

Committed to making it the best sex you’ve ever had while he promises you that you’re the only person he’s ever loved and wanted

The only person he’s ever needed, and those guys didn’t feel that way did they? They didn’t even call back

After making you come for the second time, completely overstimulates you by eating you out as a final act of overindulgence on his part

Midoriya:

Kind, gentle midoriya is head over heels for you, even if you’ve been seen with another guy

Is he upset? Sure, and he tells you as much in the most heartbreaking way- “it’s so hard to see you with someone else, Y/N” but really he’s not that worried

Anytime it doesn’t work out with the guys you’re seeing, he waits for you to come scrambling back and into his arms

Because his strong arms around you and his thick cock fucking you just right can fix anything

Not to mention the hours he’d spend giving you head and making you finish on his tongue

But this time he’s got an even better idea - and he’s been salivating to put it into plan

When you come over the next time, crying for him to make you feel good, he makes sure to press your thighs against the bed and fill you to the brim

He just loves the idea of filling you up over and over again

He wants to be so deep that your insides shape to him, that when you walk out of this room you’ll still feel how good he made your body feel

You cry out at his control over your body, but he swallows your cries with kisses and mutters to himself how perfect you are, even if you are a filthy whore

Worships your body before, during, and after - the best foreplay and aftercare

Despite your wanderings, you’re his, and he was going to keep it like that, one way or another

“We’re gonna be together forever, baby” he says as he gives you another load, getting off on the idea of breeding you

Cups your face and looks into your eyes as he tells you how he’s going to pump you full and never let you leave him again

Finishes deep inside you and watches it drip out before pushing it back in with his fingers

The sexy bastard is finished 😎🔥❤️ Loved working on his hair~

your mind is like a gold mind

still thinking about nanami taking his pretty, overworked wife on vacation and proceeding to overwork her pussy for the next 6 days

I really liked 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 would you mind making one for kuroo and oikawa too? ( ◜‿◝ )♡

𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒

— kuroo & oikawa x gn!reader | hurt/comfort

warnings: mentioning their exes, arguing, swearing, oikawa being distant, consumption of alcohol (in oikawa’s part)

note from heart: hi hi nonnie! i’m so so sorry this is late! so much has been happening in my life on top having writer’s block 😭 but it’s finally finished and here!! 💓

[ part 1 ]

KUROO —

» kuroo’s new job required him to travel… a lot

» and so that meant that you wouldn’t really have much time to spend time with him, let alone see him

» it was always “we can go on that date some other time” or “i’m sorry, babe, but this is really important for the company”

» you two had been together for years, and after being newly weds, it quickly felt like you two were just roommates

» and now, here you both were, arguing during a dinner that was meant to be a lovely at-home date

“what do you want me to do, y/n? quit?“ kuroo says exasperatedly, practically slamming his utensils down onto the table. you narrow your eyes at him, your jaw clenching in frustration, “that is not what i want you to do, tetsurou.”

he lets out a short laugh, “then what is it?”

“i just want you to be home! i know you just got this job, but within the first two months of you working there you’ve already went on four different trips! one of them being out of the country!” you cry out, trying not to let your tears spill over as you speak. you take a breath before continuing on, your voice quieter, “is it so bad that i want to spend time with you?”

you watch as he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “my life doesn’t revolve around you, y/n,” he speaks, his tone more stern and agitated. your eyes widen, anger boiling inside your chest, “i never said it does, tetsurou, and i wouldn’t want your life to revolve around me. i just want you to at least remember to include me in your life!”

your voice began to waver, your body tingling with sorrow. the last time you really spent quality time with him was the couple weeks after your honeymoon. after getting married, you both had talked about what you were looking forward to doing together. going house hunting together, having date nights regularly, and even mundane things like going grocery shopping together. he had expressed to you his hopes and dreams for your new lives together, but now it all just feels like pretty words and empty promises.

he lets out a huff, looking away from you as he begins to stand from the dinner table to put away his dishes, “ari wouldn’t do this kind of shit.”

your eyebrows raise in shock, all sorrow and hurt leaving your body as anger and rage take its place. “excuse me?” you ask, your tone almost threatening. your husband stops in his tracts, realizing the words that fell from his lips. he turns to face you, regret written all over his features, his eyes already pleasing for your forgiveness. “baby, no i-“

“ari wouldn’t do what kind of shit? want to spend some quality time with her husband?,” you challenge. you raise your left hand, showcasing the ring that wrapped around your finger, “see this? this ring is the same ring you put on my finger at the altar. you want ari to wear this ring? because you and i both know she sure as hell wouldn’t mind never spending any quality time with you because she was too busy spending ‘quality’ time with other people in her bed.”

you stand from where you’re sat, storming out of the kitchen. “y/n, wait,” he calls, rushing after you only to have the bedroom door slammed in his face. “babe-“

“leave me alone, tetsurou.”

he sighs, resting his forehead against the wooden door as he shuts his eyes. he felt guilty, and regret washed over him immediately. he was tired and exhausted, but he also wanted nothing but to spend time with you. it’s just that his work began to pile up, and although he loved his new job, the stress was starting to get the best of him.

anytime he started anything new, he always had to be on top of it. always making sure he was on top of deadlines, always meeting the daily quota, always being at 100 at all times, but never reminding himself to step back and take breaks. forgetting to remind himself to be with you.

now he’s messed up, the closed door standing in the way of him making things right with you.

he had to make amends somehow, but he knew trying to talk to you any further would only make things worse.

he sighed again, running a defeated hand down his face as he began to ponder over what to say to you and what he could do to make things better. your marriage meant everything to him. the day you said yes when he proposed, he felt like the luckiest man alive. and when you had walked down the aisle to him, he felt as if he was on top of the world.

he fiddled with the ring on his finger, chewing on his lip while deep in thought. after a moment, he rushed to grab his phone.

on your end, your sadness and anger had subsided. you laid in bed, emotionless and a void began to fill your chest. the thoughts that corrupted your mind had been silenced, and you were left with nothing. you felt nothing, and you feel as though you’ve drained any and all feeling out from your body.

your eyes drifted over to the silver band that wrapped beautifully around your finger. you shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath before turning over onto your back.

how could he bring up her of all people? the same woman who broke his heart and made him believe that he wasn’t worthy of any love? the same woman who made him feel as though he would walk in his parents footsteps and fail in his love life? you’ve done nothing but support kuroo in all of his endeavors, and all you wanted in return was him to just be with you and hold you like he used to. but it seems that that was too much to ask for.

time passes and you suddenly hear a knock on the door. ignoring it, you remain as you are, not wanting to face the situation right now.

“y/n? can i come in?” you hear his voice. it’s his usual calm and gentle tone, the same one you found so much comfort in on your hardest days. “baby, please, i just wanna talk.”

today is one of your hardest days, and all you want is to hear his voice, but all you can remember is that same voice uttering his ex’s name.

“okay, you don’t have to let me in, but at least please listen,” he begins. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. i was exhausted and work has been stressing me out and i took it out on you when i shouldn’t have. you’re right, i’ve been away too much and i forgot to make time for you— for us. i’m so sorry, but please know that i do love you. i love you just as much as i did when i put that ring on your finger.”

his voice begins to waver, so he takes a moment before he continues. “i honestly love you more now, and i’ll keep loving you more and more no matter what. i want to make this better, and i will,” he clears his throat, taking a breath to recollect himself. “i called my boss and told them i’ll be taking some time off. so we can be together.”

he waits for your response, but he receives nothing. he shuts his eyes, hoping that the silence is only because you’ve fallen asleep.

but you’re wide awake. you heard every last word that fell past his lips, and with each word your heart tugged at you to open the door and hold him. but your body betrays you as you remain sat on the bed, staring at the door in front of you.

“i love you, y/n.. sweet dreams, angel.”

as he begins to walk away from the door to go prepare his makeshift bed on the couch, he hears the door click open. kuroo turns around, finding your figure standing before him. your eyes stricken with tears, your lip wobbling as your hand clutches the door frame.

“y-you didn’t get in trouble with work, did you? when.. when you called them?” you ask, worry filling your voice. the last thing you wanted was for your husband to get in trouble with his job. you watch as he shakes his head, rushing towards you to envelope you in his arms.

“no, not at all, baby. i promise,” he mutters into your hair. he feels you shake in his arms, your tears once again flowing down your cheeks. he rubs gentle circles onto your back, shushing you with sweet nothings. “and i promise that i’ll do better.”

you pull away slightly to look up at him. you see that his own eyes are glossed over, an apologetic but loving smile placed perfectly upon his lips. “you really hurt my feelings, tetsu,” you whisper, bringing a hand to cup his cheek.

he shuts his eyes, a slightly pained look etches onto his face. “i know, and i’m so sorry. i never wanted to hurt you, but i know i did, and i understand if you’re still mad at me, but please let me-“

you silence him with a kiss. you feel his tears mix in with your own, your bodies pulling closer to one another as both of your hands make their way to intertwine together, your rings gently brushing against one another’s.

you pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment before looking at him once more. your thumb on your free hand gently brushes away his tears that slipped down his cheek. he smiles at you, his eyes only filled with adoration and love for you. “do you forgive me?” he asks, gently pulling you even closer to him.

you tilt your head to the side, letting your hand slide down his neck before resting it on his shoulder. his smile falters for a moment, unsure if you truly forgive him or not. but you smile at him, “i’ll forgive you after we spend our much needed time together.”

he lets out a soft laugh, almost sighing in relief. “as long as i get to be with you, that’s fine by me.”

OIKAWA —

» after finding out oikawa was coming back home from argentina for a break within his season, you had been nothing but excited

» you had planned so much for the both of you; dates, meeting up with old friends of his, and just overall spending time with him in person

» but the moment you picked him up from the airport, things between you two have been tense

» everything seemed awkward, and it bewildered you because you and oikawa have been together for almost three years now

» you decided to finally bring it up after having dinner with him and his old friends from high school, but things quickly took a turn

dinner was going really well. oikawa seemed to have a great time catching up with his friends, and you enjoyed spending time with all of them considering you’ve only hung out with them on a few occasions.

“so how was it being long distance for a few months, y/n?” hanamaki had asked, matsukawa and iwaizumi turning their attention to you as they patiently waited for your answer. you glanced over quickly at oikawa, who didn’t seem too invested as he was in the previous conversation. “um, i mean it was hard at first, but we made it work! i’m just glad tooru got to do what he loves and just really happy that he’s home,” you say proudly, reaching over to grab your boyfriend’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

the three men look over at oikawa whose face quickly shifts from a look of boredom to one that is smiling and nodding. you pull your hand away at the sight. although his three friends didn’t notice his change, you sure did. it was almost as if he was quickly put on the spot for an interview after one of his games, and it made your heart sink further into your chest.

the first few days of him being home already felt so off. he didn’t hold much of a conversation with you, he wasn’t really present during any of your dates, and he seemed avoidant of your touch. you figured it was because he was exhausted from traveling, but it’s been a week now since he’s been home and nothing about his behavior is seeming to change.

“must be nice having a supportive partner huh, ‘kawa?” matsukawa chimes in, smirking over at him. “yeah, gotta say, i’m pretty jealous,” hanamaki adds. oikawa shrugs, taking a swig of his drink and draping his arm over your shoulders. it was the most contact he’s given you this whole week, and part of you felt relieved. “y/n’s the best,” he hiccups, and you notice your boyfriend slowly succumbing to the drink in his hand.

you begin to feel uncomfortable with his change of behavior. just a minute ago he didn’t even hold your hand back.

but instead you smile, almost reluctantly leaning into your boyfriend’s touch. “y/n’s so much better than that girl i dated in high school,” oikawa continued. you tense for a second, wondering apprehensively where this was going to lead.

“yeah? you mean the same girl that dumped you-“

“hey, woah, it was a,” your boyfriend hiccups before continuing again. “mutual break up, issei.” his friends grin, yet you feel uneasy at the mention of his ex. you also feel uncomfortable at the mere fact that oikawa is suddenly paying some sort of attention to you. drunkenly wrapping his arm around you, practically comparing you to his ex— it just felt weird.

oikawa takes another sip of his drink, sighing as he sets the cup down once more, “i mean, y/n’s just so much nicer and way more supportive.” you feel your heart flutter at the sound of your boyfriend speaking so highly of you. but that feeling quickly went away when you hear him continue on. “but also,” he turns to you, his eyebrows knit slightly together, his cheeks red from the alcohol he’s consumed, and a slight pout placed on his lips.

“you can be kinda clingy sometimes, babe.”

anyone else would have thought, oh he’s just drunk. but you were a firm believer that drunk words are just sober thoughts. and if oikawa genuinely felt that you were clingy, then it just explains his behavior when he came back home.

perhaps he liked it better being away from you. maybe he felt more free and didn’t feel suffocated by you. maybe he just dreaded the idea of being with you physically— especially since you were clingy.

you pull away from him, laughing nervously. “okay, i think it might be time to go home,” you say, hastily grabbing your bag and keys. “aw, really? i was finally having some fun,” he slurs, and then he turns to his friends, jutting his thumb towards you. “see what i mean? they just want me to themselves.. kinda clingy, right?” oikawa laughs at his own words, and his friends join in hesitantly, glancing over at you to see if you were okay.

and you were not. far from it.

“you’ve had quite a bit to drink, tooru, so maybe we should go home and re—“ he cuts you off with a dramatic sigh, resting his elbow on the table, his chin propping up in his palm, “man.. ‘n i was finally having some fun since i got home, ‘n all they wanna do is coddle me.” iwaizumi scowls at his best friend almost immediately, “watch it, oikawa. y/n hasn’t seen you in six months, so it’s normal for them to want to spend time with you.”

oikawa shrugs, begrudgingly getting out of his seat, “jus’ sayin’… yuki was never this clingy.”

iwaizumi begins to stand, only sitting back down when hanamaki places a hand on his arm and when you shake your head no at him. “we’re going home, tooru. bye guys, it was nice seeing you,” you say, clutching your bag as you wait for your boyfriend to follow you. he salutes back to them as a means to say goodbye before stumbling on after you.

“hey, what’s with the sour look, babe?” he slurs, smirking as he wraps his arm around you. you push him off as you open the passenger side door to let him in. he slides in, looking up at you only to have the door slammed in his face. he sobers a bit, his eyes following you as you make your way to the driver’s side. “babe?” he asks, slightly confused and concerned.

“you’re drunk, tooru,” you say sternly, dreading this car ride home. all you wanted was a fun night out with your boyfriend and his friends, but all he managed to do was compare you to his high school ex.

luckily the ride home was quiet. oikawa tried to call out to you, but the more and more you ignored him, the more he began to sober up. you pulled into the driveway, sighing as you took the keys out of the ignition. “need help getting out of the car?” you ask, not sparing a glance at him as you gather your bag. “i’ll be okay,” he says, looking at you again, hoping you’ll finally return his gaze.

but instead you nod, making your way out of the car and towards the entrance. he goes after you, walking reluctantly behind you. now that he’s finally beginning to come down from the drinks he’s had, he’s realizing that what he said has done some damage to you.

“hey, baby? can we-“

“take a shower, then go right to sleep,” you interrupt, not wanting to be near him and coddle him like he complained to his friends. he follows you hopelessly to your shared bedroom, watching you with regret filling his chest.

in truth, while oikawa was away he missed you terribly. he wanted nothing more than to be home with you in his arms, but you both knew that his career didn’t allow for that. as the months went by and his season was nearing an end, all he could think about was coming home to you. he was more than excited to finally see you in person, but during the flight back all he could think about was the next time he had to leave you again.

knowing that he would finally be able to hold you again only to have that taken away from him for another six or more months broke his heart. it led to him making the stupid and immature decision to be distant with you, and he really wishes iwaizumi had punched him back at the restaurant.

you turn to see oikawa watching you sadly, and by the looks of the expression on his face, he looks disappointed and guilty. “what’s wrong?” you ask, watching his eyes light up ever so slightly at the sound of your voice. but he looks down at his feet, “i’m sorry for being such an ass tonight… and for being such a terrible boyfriend all week.”

you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “what has even gotten into you, tooru? i mean, seriously, you come home and you practically ignore me and then at dinner you want to call me clingy in front of your friends? and now here you are apologizing? you really think an ‘i’m sorry’ is gonna fix that?” you’re finally letting all your emotions spill over, not being able to hold yourself back from crying.

he shakes his head no before bringing his gaze back to you. his heart drops at the sight of you crying, and almost instinctively he takes a step forward towards you. but with the way you’re holding yourself, closing yourself off from him, he thinks it’s better to keep some distance. “then why do all of that in the first place? we haven’t been together for six months, tooru! all i wanted was to spend time with you, to hold you, to be with you! but that makes me clingy?”

he watches as you sit on the edge of the bed, crying quietly with your head facing away from him, your hands frantically wiping away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. he slowly goes towards you, kneeling down in front of you.

you feel him gently bring a hand to your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face so he can hold them in his own. you sniffle and take shaky breaths, eyes still shut.

“it was stupid— i was being stupid, y/n,” he begins, his eyes begging for you to look back at them. “i just.. i just couldn’t help but think that eventually i would have to leave you again, and i hate being away from you. i hate not being able to hold you or kiss you or wake up to you. i just hate it so much, and i thought i would hate being away from you less if i came back and put some distance between us.”

he sighs, disappointed in himself. he rests his forehead against your intertwined hands, “but now i just hate myself for doing that to you.”

he lifts his head again to find you staring down at him sadly. his gently squeezes your hands, “i always want to be with you, and i do because i love you so, so much, y/n. i’m so sorry. instead of being so stubborn and immature, i should be cherishing the time i do get to be with you even more.”

you pull your hands away from his, turning away as you begin to cry more. “but you called me clingy, tooru.. and even if you were just drunk or tipsy or whatever, part of you meant some of it.. right?” you close your eyes again, more tears falling down your cheeks.

he gently brings his hand to cup your cheek, turning your face back to his. “i’m way more clingy than you are, babe,” he smiles, and he means it. you scrunch your eyebrows together, “tooru-“

“i’m serious! i mean c’mon,” he says before standing up and pushing you down on the bed, peppering your face with kisses. he sits both of you up, gently grabbing your hand and trails kisses from the back of your knuckles up to your shoulder. you laugh softly, and the sound makes oikawa’s heart flutter. he looks at you, leaning in to press his lips against yours, deepening it by gently grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him.

you cup the side of his face, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. “you weren’t this clingy when i picked you up from the airport,” you pout playfully, although there was still some sadness lingering in your eyes. but oikawa presses another sweet kiss to your lips, “trust me, i’m going to be so clingy that you’re gonna want to take me back to the airport.”

you both laugh, kissing one another passionately, your hands roaming the other’s body and taking in every bit of them; reminiscing in each other’s touch and warmth.

Agreed honestkly

[doing a school play]

Todoroki: [as the fairy god mother] Kind hearted Cinderella, I will grant you one wish tonight.

Bakugou: [forced to be Cinderella] Lovely. Burn the ballroom down to ashes!

Todoroki: That’s a crime. Try again with a kinder, purer wish.

GOD, i love chubby y/n being completely oblivious to how desperate their fav is for them like y/n is like "idk if they like me :/" while their fav is jerking off daily imagining their body bouncing on top of theirs and the delicious moans they would make :(