#dom!fem!reader

Your day was exhausting, who could blame you? Dealing with annoying villains, annoying civilians constantly yelling at you, and the other heroes just for not being able to catch a mugger in time, you were almost going crazy, just wanting to relax and stop thinking about work for a split second.

With each round of whiskey your throat burned fiercely, and you could feel your head lolling to the side, the alcohol in your mind made you look idly to the sides, maybe you could find someone to spend the night with, just one of those random hookups you'd never see again in your life. You were pent up, who could blame you? You were a single, busy, repressed alpha who was desperate to relieve the tension in your shoulders with some omega or beta.

Usually the scent of omega pheromones made you turn up your nose, for some reason you were childish to those smells, you were an alpha so why the hell was it so sickening ? Snorting with a growl, the bartender gracefully pours another shot of the alcoholic beverage into the small glass in your hands as you requested with a nod.

The idea of a casual night was already being forgotten, until a lapse of pheromones crossed your senses. Cinnamon and toasted hazelnuts, and a touch of fireplace ash, closing your eyes, and taking a deep breath, letting the aroma penetrate your lungs and take over your head, an omega that apparently didn't have that strong and desperate smell that they usually have. This was different, it left you hypnotized, with your eyes searching the bar in search of the bearer of that aroma.

Looking around discreetly, your pupils landed on a man sitting at a table far away. It seemed like the waiter had already taken his order and brought some cans of beer to the table. Messy, half-long hair in a pale shade of pale blue, deep red eyes, dark circles firmly present on his face, half-chapped lips with a scar and an adorable mole below it, he wore shabby, all-black clothing, and looked slightly familiar, but you honestly didn't notice that, you just noticed how the provocative smell emanated from him, and how adorable he looked.

Watching him from the corner of your eye sometimes, you noticed how he looked extremely tired like you, lonely and forgotten at that table, he looked so needy by the way he pouted while drinking, and growled in frustration at times

Getting up from the stool at the main bar counter, he took short, careful steps towards the blue, alcohol-clogged, huddled form.

His eyes widen when one of your hands appears in his view on the table, and he lazily looks up, the light from the bar slightly blurring his vision.

_Hey, I noticed you're alone here, do you want some company? - Your voice was drunk too, a mixture of alcohol and lust dripping in your voice, you also displayed a predatory look towards him, making him shiver.

Unconsciously, your scent gland releases its pheromones when you get close to him, making him squirm when he smells the sweet scent.

_Uhm, do whatever you want - His husky voice surprises you, usually omegas don't have a deeper voice like that, but it's not like you care.

A slight blush crosses his face when you sit next to him on the bench instead of across the table like he expected, causing him to down the rest of his beer and mentally slap himself for not being able to act normally when an alpha finally courts him.

_Can I know your name? - At his question he freezes, a name? Shit he should have thought of that.

_Uh.. it's Tenko.. - After a few silent seconds he finally says the first name that wouldn't make him immediately recognized, even though he promised himself to bury everything from his old life. But he was drunk, it's not like he was thinking straight at the time.

_A pretty name for a pretty omega - A cliché pick-up line, you knew, but seeing the way his cheeks darkened and Tenko bit her lip, it seemed like that simple pick-up line had already left him flustered.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say a shy thank you, Tenko lost his senses when one of his hands gently landed on his thigh, over his slightly dirty jeans, and his fingers squeezed his thin thigh.

_You.. can push me away if you want.. - Your safety phrase for consent makes him sigh softly. Push you away? It was the first time an alpha had wanted him, and in fact it was the first time an alpha's scent had attracted him like this.

Tenko just nods in agreement, turning hks red face to the side, allowing himself to enjoy a gentle touch, which was rare in his life.

_Sorry to be so direct.. I couldn't help it - Hearing your calm and provocative voice, slightly slurred by the drink makes him bite the inside of his cheek in embarrassment, when he left the League's hideout to drink, since Toga decided to throw a party at the bar, he didn't expect that it would be courted.

It wouldn't hurt, right? It's just a late night fuck while you're both drunk, you were just a regular alpha, there was no reason for him to be afraid.

Quickly guiding him to a cheap motel, he felt extremely sensitive and you just held his hand (also making him not discreetly touch one of his fingers to your hand) as you hurriedly paid the clerk, rubbing the crook of your neck against your shoulder. As you grabbed the room key and ran with him to the door with the correct number, your mind flashed to the next scene. Grabbing his waist, pressing him against the wall in a hurry, their hungry mouths on each other, Tenko was definitely inexperienced, his eager tongue licking your own, sucking all the air from your lungs, he was making you hot, the way their pheromones intertwined perfectly it was almost too good to be true

Their drunken minds do not think straight, following only the pure procreative instinct of an alpha and an omega.

You lay him on the bed breathing heavily, pulling away and seeing the blushing mess you left him with, you smirk, seeing the pink on his face, hair spread out on the cheap sheet, and red, cloudy eyes.

_I-I... I've never done this, ok ?... b-but I want to.. j-just be gentle - The omega gasps when he feels your hands spread his slim thighs to the sides, watching as you made sure to rub your thumb over his skin.

_Sure? You can have a better first time.. - Snorting at your question, he nods frantically, closing his eyes and silently begging for your touch.

_F-fuck, I'm sure.. j-just keep going with it, please.. I-I don't know when i'll be so lucky as to ha-Ah!-ve an alpha wanting me again.. - He lets out a desperate little cry as you gently palm his groin, making him bite his lip until it almost bleeds.

_Are you serious? Your pheromones smell delicious... imagine there would be more people wanting to try them... - With his compliment on his scent, Tenko widens his eyes, usually his scent wasn't very desired, even Toga and Dabi had already joked with him about his pheromones probably not attracting alphas since they are not sweet, he pretended not to care about their joke, but after that he started using scent stickers as much as he could around the other members of the league.

Before he could think any further, he felt her lips on his neck, yout nose nuzzling his scent gland gently, drinking in his scent and moaning as you pressed her groin against his. As soft licks are left across his pale skin, Tenko instinctively hugs your neck, your hands gripping his loose pants, pushing them down hungrily.

With your lower half exposed, you let out a low growl, eyes focused on his wet cock erect in excitement, and the curve of his puckered entrance, the scent, his pheromones and strong arousal leaving of here

When your lips travel across your scarred skin , he lifted his hips to meet yours, closing his eyes and enjoying the way his body warmed under your ministrations.

Closing his eyes with force, Tenko holds back a particularly louder moan as you lift his hips, kissing and nibbling his hip bone, and your warm tongue runs over his cock carefully, when he thought cannot possible this be better, you release his needy member, and give a gentle lick to the edge of his entrance, making his eyes widen

_Shit.. your pheromones are so strong here.. I wish I could feel them all the time - With your mischievous and needy murmur, a shy hand of his lands on your hair, hiding his red face in his blue locks.

This was happening. Fucking happening. When he thought his shitty life would be reduced to taking down heroes, and that there were no alphas attracted to him.

For a moment he mentally cursed himself for not having put on gloves when he left, it was much more suspicious to have to grab your hair with only four fingers, but it seemed like you didn't even notice that much, focused on licking and drowning in his pheromones.

_T-that's good.. - Tenko murmurs shakily with a sigh of pleasure interrupting his words, gently squeezing your hair as you threaten to penetrate his entrance with your tongue.

When you pulled your tongue away leaving him with shaking hips and panting, your hands travel to his waist pushing his worn sweatshirt up and laying him down on the soft pillows. When he looked down, his red eyes widened and his mouth opened to let out a gasp, his length erected firmly above your folds, a penis of an alpha.

His arms awkwardly wrap around your neck, and he huffs impatiently, spreading his thighs invitingly, silently begging to be filled, his eyes squeezing shut as your length brushes against his soft, soaked rim. You grab the small condom packet from your discarded pants pocket, tearing it open with eager hands, quickly wrapping it around your length.

A muffled cry escapes him as you growl into his neck and begin to press yourself into him. His entrance was incredibly tight, confirming that he was a virgin, slowly accepting your cock, as you kissed his shoulders to calm the growing anxiety in his thin body. His legs wrap around your waist, and you hold his legs, his skin is different from what you would expect from an omega, rougher and with blue hair on his legs, and this seemed to make you more excited.

_F-fuuck!.. G-ood.. - With a low, husky moan, muffled by his lolling tongue leaking drool, he closes his eyes, trembling and feeling the way his cock fills him to the brim. This is what it was like to feel completely satisfied ?

_Damn.. S-so tight.. you're such a good omega for me, so beautiful - You whisper with soft moans close to his ear, pale blue hair tickling your face, hearing your compliments made him smile lovingly, squeezing your dick

Tenko grins goofily as he rolls his eyes to the back of his head, moaning breathlessly, his insides gripping his cock and sucking it in, making a wet slurping sound of your thrusts, with his pheromones getting strong throughout the room.

You lock your lips with fervor, making him reciprocate messily, your tongues intertwining as you increase the pace, one hand moving to wrap around his forgotten cock, making him shiver. Your strong and fast rhythm made him see stars, it was so unbearably delicious, he wanted it to last forever.

_M-more.. deeper- fuck! - Begging softly, Tenko bites his lower lip hard, wanting to feel your thick member opening him up to the core.

_I-if you keep squeezing me like that I'm going to... - You sigh and your movements become wilder as he whimpers beneath you.

Before you know it, the thin condom around his cock tears slightly at the side, and as his cum sprays out, a small amount leaks out inside him.

You both stare at each other breathlessly, and small kisses are distributed on his face as you withdraw from his entrance, taking off the condom without noticing what had happened, tying it and throwing it away in the small trash can next to the bed.

He gasps, closing his eyes and sighing in relief, a slight smile leaving him, sleep beginning to take over his mind thanks to the sex and drinking from earlier, with you two hugging each other without even realizing what you really are, and that you should be enemies.

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So, waking up to you gone, presumably having left to buy some breakfast for the three of you, Johnny decides to grab the moment by its balls, having relieved himself of his clothes and now humping against Simon.

Could he have also just quickly stroked his cock, hidden away in the bathroom, to only be found guilty by the next session since he’s so bad at pretending to be desperate to cum when he really isn’t?

Sure, but Johnny is determined to drag Simon down with him. The blond bastard had it coming, he decides - boyfriend or not, Simon’s determination to be obedient is getting on his nerves.

Besides, the idea of corrupting the man into disobedience, breaking Simon’s perfect record, is very appealing.

And, - Johnny can only guess that it’s because the man is still half asleep - Simon takes the fucking bait, chomps down on it before he can realise that he’s become a fish on a hook.

“Johnny, wha’-“ he stutters out, “master told us not ta-“

And Simon reaches down, his calloused hand closing around Johnny’s weeping cock, clutching his base. Of course, he’s attempting to shove Johnny off, to make him behave by roughly tugging on his sensitive cock - Simon doesn’t want to be involved with Johnny’s disobedience.

Unfortunately for Simon, he choose the worst fucking moment to hold onto Johnny.

Unfortunately for Simon, it looks like he’s touching Johnny, giving him a handjob.

Unfortunately for Simon, you walk in at this very moment.

You almost drop the tray of breakfast you were holding, setting it down on the nightstand as you calmly walk towards your boys.

Your expression has immediately turned sour - from happy and kind to cold and mean. Johnny whimpers, but he can’t help his smirk - his eyes are betraying his excitement as he notices your disapproving glance at Simon’s hand wrapped around his cock. Simon has frozen in place, big brown eyes wide and glistening as he swallows, speechless for a second.

You sit down on the bed and look at your watch.

“You have a minute to explain yourselves.”

“I-I didn’t t-touch Johnny. ‘was only shoving him off, he was trying to hump me and I-,” Simon stutters, “I wasn’t bad, master, I wasn’t, I swear, please-“

Johnny interrupts his boyfriend’s babbling and - with a surprising gentleness - takes Simon’s hand off of his cock. Simon whines as he only realises just now that he was still holding onto his dick, which he knows looks bad. Very bad.

“Simon was touchin’ on me, master, he got my dick out n’ everything, ” Johnny lies, voice confident, “he’s a fuckin‘ brat.“

“‘m not, ‘m not, he’s lying, he’s lying-“ the panicked tone in Simon’s voice is heartbreaking, he looks like he’s about to cry. “Please master, don’t believ’ ‘im, he’s lying, I only wanted to shov’ ‘im off of me, I promise, master, p-please…”

You clap your hands, indicating that the minute is over.

“Alright. I’ve heard enough.”

Simon whines and slumps his shoulders, hiding beneath the blankets.

“I’ll punish you later,” you say, “my boys need some breakfast now.”

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Johnny squeezes his boyfriend's hand as they huddle closer - he’s desperate to hide his whimpers and whines. Once again, you’ve used his sensitivity against him. There’s a vibrating ring nosing his dick, and it’s hell.

The vibrations keep him even more horny than he’s usually is, and the ring keeps him from cumming. Johnny’s walking slowly. If he moved too quickly, he’d rub the fabric of his boxers right against his leaky tip, and he’s already noisy enough.

The park you’re taking a stroll through is calm and empty, the cold october night illuminated by the street lamps, the (barely visible, light pollution and all that) stars and almost full moon. Under normal circumstances, Johnny would appreciate the scenery, but with a constant stimulus vibrating away at his cock - not a chance.

Then again, as he glances over at Simon, he wonders if he got the lesser of the punishment.

Simon is wearing the black surgical mask that he usually wears when going outside, and his hood is up, but the tears in his brown eyes tell of his distress.

The hoodie that he’s wearing, as well as the jacket, is some of the baggiest clothing that he owns, and Johnny well knows why.

Beneath all of his clothes, - of course, without intercepting his arms and legs - Simon is bound in tight rope. A beautiful pink, thin rope is artfully woven across his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples and his aching cock.

His hands are in his hoodie pocket, and they’re also tied together, albeit with a different rope.

Simon has always been susceptible to rope, the tight, woven restraints always signalling comfort, and to his dismay, arousal.

Johnny can imagine what it’s like - each step, no matter how slowly he’s walking - is tightly interlaced with the sensation of rope tugging on him, a constant reminder of the rope that’s both a thing to hold him together, and a thing that keeps him restrained.

Johnny knows that the rope alone is enough to turn Simon’s brain to mush. Too bad for him, because there’s not only rope on Si - you’ve used rough metal clamps on his nipples, a delicate weight hanging on both. Everytime he moves, the ropes running across his pecs tease the sensitive flesh, and Johnny knows that he’d long have started crying if he was the one in Simon’s shoes.

Luckily, he isn’t, because he knows that he would scream as you place a hand on Simon’s neck and tug at the ropes, rubbing against the clamps.

“Please, please, ahhh- master-“

Simon shudders and sobs, his body trembling as a few tears escape.

“Aww, baby, what's the matter?”

Simon hiccups and nuzzles against your shoulder as soon as you let go. Squeezing yourself between both boys, you place your hands on their necks.

“Let’s get you two home.”

thank you for reading!! here’s part one ❤️

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Just twenty minutes later, you had one nude trembling man in your lap, and another wearing just his boxers, sitting before you on the carpet.

Simon, ever the obedient one, is holding onto your shoulders as you coo at him and stroke his cockhead. The featherlight touches are coaxing his sensitive dick to release a steady stream of precum, which you eagerly spread all over his cock. Still, it’s not nearly enough for the poor thing.

At a particularly mean touch - you’ve carefully pressed your pinkie finger against his slit, wiggling around a little, knowing exactly that the sensation reminds him of being sounded - Simon catches himself lifting his hips up in an attempt to meet your touch.

Immediately, he tries his best to counteract the movement, fingers boring into your shoulders as he forces his hips back down. “I’m s-so sorry, master…” he whines, nuzzling against your shoulder.

You kiss his neck. “It’s alright, baby. Can you grab the remote for me?”

Simon hiccups and nods, leaning over and handing the remote to you. You smirk as you take it, and then let go of his dick. He whines, but swallows down any complaints.

Noting his discomfort, you place one hand on his lower back and nip at his neck. “You can touch yourself. But, no cumming.” As soon as the words are out, Simon babbles out a string of ‘thank yous!’ and whines, lazily humping into his fist.

With your other hand, you menacingly hold up the remote, and the man kneeling on the carpet swallows as he sees it. His gorgeous blue eyes are wide open, disbelief and a hint of fear mixing with the anticipation.

With a tilt of your head and a mean smirk, you turn the vibrating plug nestled against his prostate off. Johnny wastes no time when it comes to protesting as his cock bobs, awkwardly spilling his creamy precum over his cock.

“Hah– you– sadistic fockin’ whore–” Johnny starts hurling curses at you, eyes narrowing as he sweats some more, skin glistening in the dim light of the living room.

He struggles to sit straight, catching his breath as a heartwarming, pitiful sob escapes his open mouth, a bit of drool joining the puddle of pre on the floor.

“Aww, were you close, love?” you mock, laughing as you toss the remote on the armchair, thus openly revealing that you've got no intention to activate the plug again. Johnny doesn't know if that's a bad thing or not.

You reach forward again, causing Simon to make a startled noise as the fabric of your shirt accidentally moves against his throbbing cock, marking it with his precum.

Paying Simon's whines no attention, you grab the bottle of lube, holding it in your dominant hand. The man in your lap bites his lip, holding out hope that maybe you'll coat your fingers in the lube and work him open, cruelly teasing his prostate until he struggles to speak.

But you don't. Instead, you click your tongue, thus immediately making Johnny pay attention to you.

“Come ‘ere, boy.” you instruct, and just for a second, Johnny considers getting up, and not crawling towards you on all fours like he's been trained to do. But he swallows his brattiness - God knows he's shown enough of that already - and obediently comes close to your outstretched hand.

“Grab the lube. You're going to take your plug out, pet,” you gently pat Johnny’s head, “and you better not cum during.”

Johnny whines at your command and peels his boxers off, the stained fabric clinging to his skin where he dirtied it with his pre.

He takes the bottle with a shaking hand and immediately goes to work.

Simon starts to tremble in your lap, cock twitching in interest at every strangled gasp that Johnny lets out, every wet squelch as he works the plug out of himself.

Simon doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but the prolonged teasing has made him a little delusional - perhaps you’re ordering Johnny to take the plug out so that there’ll be room for his cock? Maybe, just maybe, you’re going to allow Simon to fuck him?

He tries to banish the memory of the last time you made Simon fuck Johnny - how you had one steady hand between his shoulderblades, instructing Simon on just what he’s allowed to do.

“That’s it, baby, you can go faster, go on, Simon, work him open…” your voice echoes in his head.

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ he thinks, as he notices himself getting closer to the edge. Still, he can’t help his mind from replaying your words, “You better not cum if you know what’s good for you. I swear, Simon, if you finish, I’ll make sure you can’t properly sit for the next three weeks-“

With a panicked whelp, Simon pinches the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm at the last second. It hurts, to edge himself like that, but disappointing you would be worse.

You, ever observant, have paid close attention to Simon’s struggle, and immediately hug him and kiss his neck. “That’s my boy. Good job!”

He keens at the praise, happy to have made you proud. Still, he’s close to the edge, and has to pinch himself again at Johnny’s slutty moan as the man finally works the plug out.

You clap your hands. “You boys did so good!”

Wait. Johnny blinks up at you. Usually, you only say this sort of thing when you’re done with the scene. But the scene can’t be done yet, can it? Simon and him haven’t cum yet, and-

The sadistic gleam in your eyes confirms both boys’ fear.

Simon whimpers and sighs, head hanging low, his shoulders slumped as he wordlessly accepts your silent instruction.

Johnny wants to fight, to argue, but he knows it’s useless. Besides, he knows that he and Simon asked for this, get off on being denied, and if it truly gets unbearable, there’s always the safeword.

Johnny sets the lube down on the table and blinks again. “Master, may we shower? Cold shower, maybe?”

You nod. “Yes, you may.”

Thank you for reading!! here’s part two ! ❤️

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