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The risk is worth it

Risky Rendezvous

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PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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[ these two are overdue for Round Two. any prefs on scenario, or are they all fair game? ]

[ All good! ]

[ While he wasn't exactly a romantic by any stretch of the imagination, Mercury wasn't totally against the idea of dating - so long as it was the right kind of girl. Someone who was less into the fluffy sort of things that couples get up to and more into being spontaneous, being physical... basically, someone he can fuck on a regular basis who isn't a total pillow queen. Is it emotionally fulfilling? Not really, but it's not like that's why he's dating this girl to begin with.

It's also why he doesn't feel much in the way of guilt for walking off during a date to "use the bathroom" when in reality he's meeting up with a different girl altogether in the women's room.

He's barely closed the door behind himself before he's shoving Hannah against a wall, hands at her shoulders as he leans in to murmur into her ear with a low chuckle. His hips roll against hers, encouraging her to part her legs and make room for him. ]

You're making me be a pretty bad boyfriend, you know. Shame, shame.

Oh, I'm making you do this, am I?

[She grinds her hips against his before tugging him in closer, her body already flushed with arousal even though they're both still fully clothed.]

If you wanted, you could be fucking your girlfriend in the bathroom instead of me.

[Not that she was encouraging him to change his mind at this point, though.]

Maybe I could, sure.

[ A hand glides down her side to sneak behind her, shameless grabbing her ass to pull her hips roughly against his own - he's already getting hard in anticipation, something she's sure to notice with how tightly pressed together their bodies are. ]

But why would I when you're so much hotter?

[ Flattery is pretty alien on Mercury's tongue, but flattery for the sake of getting laid? He's not above it. It gives him the excuse to let his other hand find the swell of one of her breasts with a rough squeeze, his teeth digging into the crook of her neck as he keeps working his hips between her legs, encouraging her to do something about the bulge in his pants. ]

[Oh, she's working on it. She manages to squeeze her hands between their writhing bodies, taking only a second to unzip the fly of his pants and draw out the stiffening length of his cock.]

Ah-! Careful...

[She chides him with a smile when he bites her, enjoying the hard scrape of his teeth as much as the rough way he's groping her. After all, she didn't come into this bathroom for a gentle and considerate lovemaking session - she came here to get fucked. With that in mind she strokes his cock, working him over with a predatory glint in her eyes in an effort to get him completely hard.]

(ooc: Would you be up for trying something with these two again?)

[Sure! Pick whichever prompt you'd like~]

(ooc: I'm leaning toward student/teacher possibly with non-con mixed in. I was also leaning toward Hannah being in the teacher role, possibly an after school club, supernatural studies or something along those lines. Would any of that work?)

[ no: incest, ddlg, student/teacher or nurturing. ]

[ooc; i'm sorry i decided to roll 3 times lol. if it's too much, let me know. for 7, it's more like bakugou (being forced to) tudor. for 16, it prolly won't go too extreme, but more like dirty talk and stuff like that. and 11 for extra spice lol. i don't mind if it's bakugou cheating or shinsou~ up to you]

[ In the back of his mind, Bakugou angrily replays the conversation he had with Aizawa-sensei. Apparently, bitching out Deku and Ochako in the middle of a lesson was enough to get back on their sensei's bad side. The punishment this time? Teaching the brat-the bitch, his mind reminded-from the General Department class. Shinsou Hitoshi. It wasn't like he'd be teaching a lot, just a few physical lessons that Aizawa went over in class earlier that needed to be brought up with Shinsou for some fucking reason.

Nonetheless, here he was, hands stuffed in his pocket with a scowl on his face. He could bail. He could leave and say fuck it, yet he knew it'd end worst for him. And as much as he constantly fought against those rules, their sensei would only make his next punishment worst. Hell, the exercises they went over wasn't even a whole lot. Couldn't this brat do it on her own? Why even bother?

Angrily, his foot started to tap in irritation. He just wanted to get this over with and get back to the dorms. He'll rush through the training process and leave it at that. It didn't sound like a good time at all in regards to dealing with a pain in the ass who's quirk could push his boundaries. As long as she didn't say shit, Bakugou would deal. Despite being a girl, he wouldn't take handling her easy. He didn't pity anyone and gave everyone the same Bakugou treatment. ]

[ooc; i actually have an idea for the 11 prompt huhuhuhuh]

[aizawa was busy, which left hitoshi to train on her own. by now she'd gotten far enough into their training together that she didn't always need aizawa around to give her pointers or push her in the right direction like in the beginning. the progress between then and now was admirable, but she agreed with aizawa that she needed to train with other people besides himself. after awhile both of their moves became predictable and she needed something... different.

what she didn't imagine was that different would be fucking bakugou "the asshole" katsuki. while he was good at fighting hitoshi would have rather dealt with mineta over him simply because she hated dealing with bakugou's attitude. her first instinct was to press his buttons simply because he was a piece of shit asshole, but going up against him in a spar made her uncomfortable. at least she knew her own limits well enough to know someone like him was still leagues above her in physical strength.

she's inside the training area wearing her gym pants and a black short sleeved shirt as she stretches out. of course she hears him come inside he's so fucking loud she'd have to be deaf not to hear him stomping over. looking over her shoulder she frowns in his direction.]

Don't forget to pull that stick out of your ass before we start.

[ooc; perfect!]

[ Bakugou had already changed clothes before coming to the training grounds. It the issued training gear that U.A. had given all the students, not something personal, because if hell if Bakugou would get his own clothes filthy for this shit show. He doesn't expect to even break a sweat.

And sure as shit, she was just like how he remembered her. ]

Shut the fuck up.

[ He growls, already feeling the heat of his quirk sparking at the palm of his hands. Two seconds. Just two seconds to put this bitch in her place. He wasn't in the mood for her attitude.

He stomps over, glare never wavering. It's doing everything he can not to grab her and throw her to the ground. ]

Hurry and get up. We're gonna do this real quick.

[ He is this fucking close. ]

[and this is how it starts. instead of pulling herself up like he so kindly asked of her, she leans back against one of her hands and stares up at him with a very bored expression.]

If you really didn't want to be here you could have just pussy'd out. It's what I expected from you anyways. [a smile as she finally moves to stand up, rubbing the back of her neck where her hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail.]

What, are you afraid you'd disappoint Aizawa if you said no?

[ This fucking brat. He's gonna wipe that look right off her face if it's the last thing he does. ]

Believe me, I would. I don't have time to be wasting energy on those who aren't worthy enough for me.

[ At least she's getting up on her own. He crosses his arms. He half considered teaching her something different than what Aizawa had taught them, to get back at this smug bitch. But, what, exactly... ]

I'm not afraid of shit. Now if you don't shut your trap, I'm not gonna teach you. [ He didn't have to teach her. He could leave. The door was right fucking there. But, instead, he's stepping closer, one hand held out for hers. ]

Give me your arm.

[she rolls her eyes at that. worthy, right. how typical for someone raised believing the world owed them everything at the drop of a pin.] What a fucking shame that would be.

[honestly, she'd learn more from midoriya. she'd rather learn from midoriya, even if he'd probably try and go easy on her. what the hell was aizawa thinking?

her eyes narrow at his demand, obviously distrusting of him. her first thought is that he'd break it, but surely he was smart enough to know that'd earn him more trouble than he wanted... right? she holds out her arm, shoulders tense.]

[ When given her arm, Bakugou almost wanted to rip it off. He didn't know how he was going to get through the training process with her. Aizawa must think of this as some sort of fucking joke.

But that nagging thought that he'd be in a lot more shit came to his mind again. He bit the inside of his cheek to remind him of that reality.

So, with a lot of frustration on his end, he takes her arm not as roughly as he wanted, and pulls her in close. Bakugou doesn't want to touch her at all, yet he needed to get this done. With a twist of his feet, he's behind Shinsou, his chest to her back. ]

Without the use of your quirk, you'll be trying to get out of this hold.

[ That's when he tightens his grip a little bit. Self-defensive training was on the docket for today's exercise. It hadn't been too hard, just more on the irritating side to not have to use his quirk earlier when he was training with his class. ]

Try to get out on your own first. When you can't, I'll show you how to properly do it.

[ And maybe he's leaning in a little too close to Shinsou's ear as he talks lowly. ]

[he's so close and she can smell the sweat on his skin - too sweet, but knowing his quirk it made sense. unfortunately the sugary outside didn't match the inside. it makes her mouth water.]

Can you not be a complete asshole for one minute? [but she knows she won't be able to escape this - aizawa had only gone over the very basic of escape maneuvers in the beginning and- god there was just so much ground she needed to cover still. compared to everyone else she was desperate to catch up, but it felt damn near impossible some days.

his grip is tight enough to be uncomfortable, unsurprisingly. hitoshi starts her first few attempts to loosen his hold, pushing back against him at one point to stomp on his foot in some way to get him to let go while trying to regain her arm again -

she ends up mostly failing, a few times damn near stumbling back against him with increasing frustration.]

Sorry, it's not in the guideline. You'll just have to deal with it.

[ He replies arrogantly. Having her struggle like this makes his lips quirk up into a grin. As he expected, she couldn't get herself out. (Although, no one could when Aizawa showed him this maneuver.) Still, Bakugou enjoyed it. It was a shame he couldn't see her face. Was she mad? Upset?

At least she wasn't crying. Women were emotional creatures that Bakugou couldn't get much of a handle on.

When he sees her foot coming to stomp on his, he dodges, and knees her in the upper thigh for the attempt. And when she stumbles against him, Bakugou leans forward, resting his chin on her shoulder. ]

Ya see? Weaklings like you shouldn't even try.

[ But Aizawa wanted to take a chance on her? For what fucking reason? What did she possess that Aizawa was interested? It was just like fucking All Might and Deku! The thought made him pissed. ]

Without that quirk of yours, you're not much. And even then, it's a pretty useless quirk. Deku beat you so fucking easily.

[ As he speaks, his free hand grips her waist tightly. He doesn't want her to move too much. And he isn't planning to release her just yet. ]

Any man can come up behind you like this, and cover that pretty mouth of yours. After that, you're fucked.

You chatter like a bitch- [it's all stuff she's heard before in some variation or another, but hearing it like this with his voice so close to her ear and body pressing up against hers - it's almost suffocating. her heard is thundering in her chest and she wants to make him let go without damaging her pride in the process. she needs to break free on her own or else, or else--

his hand grips her wrist and rational thought jumps out the window for a moment. she bucks back against him, throwing her head back in full force to knock him in the face. he's so close and he smells so sweet it makes her sick.]

Shut up-!

That's the best you got? You look so fucking helpless. [ His pride is edging him to keep going, he knows that. And he's letting it. After the shit show from today, and now having to deal with this, deal with her, he has every right to do what the fuck he wanted.

But he almost slips up. When she bucks against him, Bakugou glares and presses forward, barely dodging her head before it slams into his face. Fucking brat. In retaliation, the hand at her waist moves instinctively on it's own, coming forward to her chest, where he gathers her shirt in his fist.

A part of him knew he shouldn't push her like this, especially with that shitty quirk of hers. But, Bakugou can't stop himself. ]

Can't handle a little heat? I thought you would be able to do this a little bit easier. If you spent so much time with Aizawa-sensei, what the hell were you doing?

[building up stamina, endurance, training- aizawa didn't fondle her like a soft doll nor smell so sweet pressed up against her backside. she knows how to handle herself under pressure, how to calm down from rising panic, but this was something completely new.

his hand is hot against her breast, feeling the heat of his palm through the thin shirt fabric. she breathes in deeply, chest rising against his hand. all at once she goes still, bowing her head as she wills her heart to calm down. wild locks of lavender hair fallen from her ponytail frame her face. it almost seems like she's given up - or gearing up for round two.

when she speaks it's soft, almost a whisper.]

.. Do you want to know what it is we really do together?

[ Bakugou finally thinks he’s won when she’s still against him. He feels a rush to his ego at that, but also a little disappointed. He had so much pent up anger. He wanted more of a fight. Wanted her to struggle against him.

He’s become aware of their positions now. In the heat of the moment he hadn’t considered what his body was doing, but Bakugou isn’t exactly pulling away. He keeps close to her, eyes glancing down to where his hand lays at her breasts. He can feel the way she breathes under his fingertips, her chest rising and falling. He’s almost too preoccupied with staring that he almost doesn’t listen to the words coming from her.

He wants to know. He wants to know what was so special about her. What did she have that Aizawa was even interested. Why would he take a chance? Why not someone from the fucking classroom?! ]

Show me, then. What were you two doing?

[ His hand drops from her chest, but the other remains holding her arm. He was ready for a retaliation, should one come. ]

[her quirk hooks into his response immediately and she pulls taunt on the line connecting them now. maybe it's cheating - he said not to use her quirk, but fuck him. fuck this entire piss poor exercise. she didn't need to prove anything to him.]

Let me go.

[she commands him, forcing his hands away from her - from her breast - and then steps away, rubbing at the angry red marks he left behind on her skin. her control over her quirk had improved drastically from when she first started training with aizawa, but he didn't need to know that right now. she considers making him blank out on this entire moment, use him for training at her level, and then dump him somewhere without a single recollection of what happened. it's tempting, but she wants him to remember this. remember his loss of control under her. brute strength couldn't get you everything.]

Apologize to me first.

[ Bakugou tenses up the moment those words are spoken. He tries to, but he can’t stop himself from doing as her quirk commanded. His hands release her. He knew, he fucking knew, knew what her quirk could do. He considered she wouldn’t use it, but if their roles had been switched, he would have done the same.

Even with that thought, it didn’t make him feel any better. What a total bitch.

Bakugou glares hard at her. Having no control like this, it made him even more pissed. He wants to attack her again, but he doesn’t. It’s a thin fucking ice and he had to make calculating moves. Fuck. This was not on his grand scheme of things for today. Maybe she’d punch him in the face and get it over and done with. ]

Sorry.

[ It’s practically growled out, matching the intensity of his glare. Fuck this brat and her damn quirk. He wonders how long this would last. He wasn’t patient, and the more his eyes stared sternly at her the more he wanted to lash out with his own quirk. ]

Good boy. See? You can behave so nicely when you try hard enough. [she smiles sweetly at him, brushing out the wrinkles in her shirt where he had grabbed her. some of the fabric is darker from the heat from his palms, but she could care less about it.

she steps closer to him, reaching out to brush back some of his wild hair with a soft touch.]

I could make you stand like this for days, you know. I could make it so that no one knows you're under my command while you sit screaming inside your own head, going about your daily routine. [there were so many things she could do with her control, but she knows her frustration is getting the better of her. she steps back again, pulling her hand away from his cheek.]

Apologize again, this time on your knees. After that I'll let you go.

[at least she'll be true to her word and after he does just that she'll lift her control away. for now.]

[ That smile only serves to piss him off more. His anger is rising, he can feel the taste of venom that wants to spew out at her, to bitch her out for this treatment. He would get her back. He wouldn't take this lying down.

He just needed the right opportunity. For now, with his glare never wavering and frown at his lips, he'd play along.

It's a little (a lot) damage to his pride to take a knee, eyes peering up at her through his hair. He couldn't wait to get back at her. No one, no one, made him bow like this. He wasn't a dog. ]

Sorry.

[ It's practically spat out, between a grind of his teeth. He's waiting for that control to leave, waiting for him to regain his own body back. Oh the shit he planned to do to her. There was so much. So fucking much. He'd only been this pissed off with Deku, how Deku so very often made a fool out of him.

He wouldn't treat her any differently. Anyone who crossed that line, Bakugou was going to put them back in their place. ]

[it's way more satisfying than she thought to see him like this. there's some small, innate pleasure she takes from pushing down someone who acts as if the world owed them everything on a silver platter. it wasn't the right thing to do and if aizawa found out she knows he'd be disappointed - which is what keeps her from going any further than this.]

Thank you, Bakugou. That's very kind of you.

[the control is gone after that, with only a slight chill running down her spine telling her to leave before something happened. he'd be pissed, surely, but he wouldn't actively... harm her, right?

Mhm...] I'll even tell Aizawa-sensei how cooperative you were today.

[ Release him. Release him. It's a chant in his head as he waits, impatiently. He has to bite down on his tongue, his tense body just waiting for the chance to get free. Fuck this bitch. Fuck Aizawa. And fuck teaching her anything. There was only one thing on his mind.

He just needed that chance. That little spark of freedom would be enough. He knew what to do now, to keep her quirk at bay. He should have been more careful. He had seen the fight between her and Deku.

And when he feels it, his body returning back to his own control, her quirk no longer possessing him, Bakugou was so fucking ready. He played it off for a few moments, standing back up as he resists the urge to crack his knuckles. The heat of his quirk wanted to spark, wanted to leap out from his palms and strike her.

No. Not yet. ]

He'll know. [ Bakugou answers, a little more sharply then he wanted. ] You didn't learn the move I was told to teach you.

Because I'm not dealing with you today. [because she can sense the impending danger like an oncoming storm and her first instinct is to turn away and leave.

even if it means turning her back on him. she shouldn't feel like she's in a dangerous situation, but she does, and every sign of weakness is like exposing her belly to the hungry wolf with itching palms ready to strike.] I'm done. Try again tomorrow, or don't. I don't care either way what you do.

[she turns to leave, heading for the door where at least the open space of outside feels safer than being trapped in the same room as him.]

[ That's not the opening he wanted, but it's the one he's gonna take. As soon as her back is to him, as she's leaving, Bakugou no longer holds himself back.

His quirk glares up, and sends leaping to tackle her and shove her to the ground. He bites down on the inside of his cheek, not wanting to be urged to answer her and be back in the same predicament. His quirk is barely cooling down when he grabs for her arms next, and keep her pinned down.

This bitch would get what had coming to her. He didn't know what to do from there, just allowing his own instincts to take over him. All he knew was that she was gonna make him regret ever using her quirk on him.

He'd get her to cry, plead, apologize--all of it! ]

[the wind is knocked out of her when she hits the ground, the side of her head taking a blow that is sure to bruise horribly later when she looks over herself. at first it's hard to speak, the words constricted in her throat as she gasps for air and all at once she's being pinned down, held down again-]

You bastard- [hitoshi rasps, struggling against his hold as she tries to throw his weight off of her back.] Fucking- get off me! [she screams, eyes wide and wild with fury and growing panic.] Let go right now!

[ The bite helps Bakugou from replying to her. He wants to, wants to taunt and tease her for getting back into this damn predicament, but not yet. He needed to wait just a little longer.

He tightens his grip as he sits over her, keeping his legs squeezed around her sides. Without her quirk, she felt weak beneath him. Bakugou would make her pay. But first, that little mouth of hers was gonna need to be silenced.

With his free hand, Bakugou reaches around, shoving his hand over her mouth. This wasn't his ideal plan, but it'd do for now. ]

If you say another word, or bite, I'll blast your fucking head off right here.

[ The threat is whispered lowly, into her ear like before. ]

I can easily tell Aizawa shit happened today, that it's a fucking accident. You'll never be a pro hero with a fucked up face. And Aizawa will never train you again.

[he's crazy, he's lost his fucking mind-

his hand over her mouth brings home the taste of his sweetened sweat and the smell of burnt caramel. she'll come away despising that smell later. after everything is over. as she tries to steady her breathing, heart thumping like a panicked rabbit in a cage against her chest, she stares up at him out of the corner of her eye. maybe he was bluffing or maybe he was telling the truth-

she didn't want to find out either way.

even so with her mouth gagged she glares darkly at him. if he wanted her to cry or beg for release he was greatly mistaken.]

[ Good. She was smart and knew her predicament. Honestly, Bakugou wondered if he's carry out his dare. Yeah. Yeah, he would. He was still so fucking pissed off at her.

There wasn't much he could do in this position. He needed both hands.

Out the corner of his eye, he can see the bandages that were eerily similar to Aizawa's. There wasn't much, just a few straps that hung low around her neck. Those would be fine, right??

Clamping his mouth shut again, Bakugou moves his hand from her mouth, and grabs the bandages. He pulls them up, trying to tie them shut over her mouth. Without the means of her quirk, he could handle anything else she threw at him. Aizawa had taught them enough hand to hand combat, as well as defensive maneuvers for him to deal with her hands on his own. Once he feels the bandages are secured, Bakugou readjusts himself.

He doesn't realize that perhaps his groin is pressing firmly against her, or how her shirt had lifted up a bit from the wrestle to get her down. What he does focus on, is her ear, where his lips are brushing against. ]

I'm going to fuck you up. You will regret all the shit you just pulled.

[the moment his hand leaves her mouth she starts to fight again, especially when she catches sight of the capture cloth. she struggles hard and very nearly starts to scream again before it's covering her mouth tightly, leaving her little room to breathe let alone scream.

she was furious. she was terrified.

she can feel his groin against her backside, the heat rolling off him making the skin under her pushed up shirt start to sweat. if he pushes down any further on her she feels as if she might completely suffocate.

when he's by her ear again she tosses her head back, like trying to swat at an annoying fly, breathing heavily against the cloth. her chest heaves pressed between the ground and bakugou himself.]

[ The way she pushes against him, he's so preoccupied with dodging her head that he grinds forward, which causes a sudden rush of arousal to race through him. He ignores it for now, turning his head to bite her shoulder instead, a punishment for her defiance. ]

Fucking bitch.

[ He snorts. Staring down at her, from her shoulder to her lower back, Bakugou is running through different scenarios to humiliate her, just like she did for him. He wants to strip her of her pride, her ego, her--

Fuck. He could feel the confines of his pants beginning to restrict themselves. He was getting hard. Shit.

This was not the time.

...Or maybe it was the perfect time. Who would believe her lying mouth? No one was coming into this room. Aizawa was preoccupied, and he was the only one aware of their location. He could take just take what he wanted. What he deserved-!!

His free hand roams down her body, trailing from her sides, to her hips, and coming to rest on her ass. Then, his fingernails are digging against her pants, grasping a handful of her with his grip. ]

[if she kept screaming maybe someone would hear her, even if the noise is muffled by the cloth- maybe-

she keeps thrashing under him, kicking out her feet at every little bit of room he gives her trying to hit him anywhere. the bite on her shoulder hurts like hell and it'll be another bruise to count later when she takes off her clothes. it isn't bleeding yet, or she doesn't think it is. against the cloth she groans, a low roar of dying defiance. she wouldn't make this easy for him.

his roaming hands make her go still for a moment, a coldness seeping into her body until all at once she feels feverishly hot. no one except herself has ever touched her like this and like this-] Mmpf-! [she growls against the gag, twisting her hips under him as if trying to shake off the grip he has on her ass.]

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