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When you had gotten dressed that day, you hadn’t thought much about the stares you would eventually get the moment you walked out of the house. It was a given though, being the bad bitch you were, stares were honestly expectant at that point, even a few catcalls and wolf whistles. It was almost the norm—but someone following you, wasn’t.
You had only dressed up to go out and get a few new books to add to your bookshelf and erotica collection. You had stopped by a few small businesses, picking up little trinkets and holding up crazy patterned dressers to your scantily clad body. You finally ended your little venture of the day by picking up food from a restaurant you don’t frequent often because of its high prices but you had come into some money recently, so you indulged yourself.
Since it was the weekend, the place was busy, and you were forced to park on the highest level of the parking garage. It was isolated, your car being the only one on this level, and you definitely paid the price for having to walk down six flights of steps in your pretty heels. But! It was all sooo worth it in the end when you picked up your food and practically salivated at just the smell wafting through your to-go bag.
You dreaded the walk back up to your lonesome car, especially since nighttime was starting to fall and they hadn’t turned on the garage lights yet. And also, since someone in a black hoodie had followed you from out of the restaurant since you practically skipped through its front doors. But, you didn’t want to be too paranoid, freaking yourself out and overreacting like that one time you thought you were being followed and almost maced an old man who was just conveniently parked beside you. Can’t have that again, you tell yourself as you huff and start walking a little faster up the garage steps.
The person is about one level behind you, but you hear them ascending the steps with every step you take. Your breathing is starting to pick up, and not only from the workout of trying to hurry up twenty goddamn flights, but from the anticipation that this person could attack you at any given moment. When you look down, the person still has their hoodie up but their head is craned back, looking up toward you from between the steps railing. You startle where you stand, eyes wide, as you can only get a glance of burning red eyes and an almost sickening grin.
With a gasp, you instantly start bolting up the steps, holding onto your food for dear life as you push yourself to go up higher and higher and higher. You can hear the person laughing, something deep and paralyzing, as it echoes throughout the empty parking garage, their steps still unhurried as if they knew that they could catch up to you whenever they damn so pleased. But you wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t slow down, until you were safe in your car and speeding off to the comfort of your home and into your boyfriends arms.
Once you hit the top step, you couldn’t help but choke back a sob and blink away tears as the sight of your car seemed so fuckin’ far away and goddamn it, what fucking bright idea it was to park on the other side of the goddamn garage?! But you don’t stop, you keep pushing yourself to run, quickly pulling out your keys from your purse as you unlock the doors. The car seems to be a mile away still, no matter how fast you run, and especially since you start to hear the pounding of heavy footsteps right behind you.
“C’mere!” The person yells with a loud cackle, still sounding like they hadn’t lost their breath despite climbing the same amount of steps you did. You only yelped at its closeness, picking up pace as much as you can, sighing slightly under your breath when you hear your car doors unlock, watching the car get closer as you push yourself to keep running.
Your only problem though, is that the person catches up to you faster than you thought they would. They crash into your back, holding you against their chest so that they don’t knock you over, and pin your arms to your sides. You drop your food in your struggle, fighting against the person as you instantly go to scream. They’re quick on their toes though, covering your mouth with a large, warm hand, shushing you.
They pick you up from under your chest, waddling over with your kicking form to your car, setting you down for a second to open up your back door. Once they get it open, they push you inside, not letting you stand up as they drape their body weight on top of you, a heavy mass that you feel consists of pure, sinewy muscle. You can’t help but cry, openly sobbing into your backseat as you flail against the body on top of you, which hums when your thrashing rubs against their front.
“Mmm, you sure do like to fight, don’t you?” The voice purrs in your ear, stilling you with its deepness. You try to glance over your shoulder, but its still so dark in the garage, you can hardly make out any features beside garnet colored eyes and too bright teeth. You can see the presumably man on top of you licking his lips, eyes skirting over your form.
“What are you gonna do to me?” You hiccup, eyes watery as your efforts to escape him lessen the more he presses his weight on you. His eyes flicker back to your face, making you shrink under his gaze, chuckling under his breath as he suddenly swoops in to sniff at your exposed neck.
“I’m just gonna show you where you belong in the world, baby. Gonna put you in your place.” His voice is menacing, low and rumbling with something dangerous, something that makes a shiver crawl up through your skin and bones. You close your eyes and shudder, a reaction the man must love as he chuckles under his breath again.
He sits up suddenly though, leaning over you to reach into your front seat, flicking on your overhead light. Even in the dimness, you can make out his features, and he only helps your curious eyes when he pulls his hoodie back. Out pops a golden mane of ash blond hair, riotous eyes that gleam with something evil, and canines so sharp that it makes you swallow.
“How’s that sound?” The man grins, not giving you anytime to answer before he dives in for your mouth. You fight him though, legs kicking from where he’s trapped your hips under his own, your heels clicking against the concrete of the garage as you try valiantly to get him off of you. Its a hard position when you’re on your stomach and pressed halfway into the back of your small car, and fuck, if the large man doesn’t take advantage of that. You finally manage to break away from the kiss though, turning your head and burying it in your wiggled free arms. The man only growls though, fighting to turn your head so he can try to lick inside of your mouth, but you don’t budge, only swatting at his hands with your own nails. With a grunt, the man finally relents, heaving his heavy body off of you, but not before pinning you down with a large paw in the middle of your back.
“Fine,” he snaps, easing his way down your body, nipping at the exposed skin of your shoulder blade and flank and lower back. “If you don’t wanna kiss me, I’ll find someone else who will.” The tone of his voice unnerves you, especially when he finds the hem of your skirt and flips it over your back.
You gasp, squirming all over again, kicking your legs in hopes that you’ll land and hit something, but all he does is pin them to the side of the car with his body weight that he loves to throw around so goddamn much. He wolf whistles at the sight of your already wet panties, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing just to hear you squeak.
“The fight turns you on just as much as me, hah?” The man hums with a slight laugh, biting roughly on the cheek he doesn’t hold so you can jump. He presses down firmly on your back, a silent warning for you to stay in place, as he snakes hot hands down your body before they land on the globes of your ass. He pulls your cheeks apart, biting his lip to keep his moan from slipping out as he watches your puffy lips spread and practically swallow your soaked panties.
“Shoulda known a slut like you would get turned on by something like this. You’re practically begging for it, anyway.” The man shrugs, huffing under his breath as he stuffs his face in between your cheeks. It makes you jump forward in the backseat, but he pulls you back into place by tugging your hips back onto his awaiting and panting mouth. But, even in a predicament like this, you always had a smart goddamn mouth on you.
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” You snap, looking at him over your shoulder as you watch his blond hair poke up from where his face was buried so deeply between your cheeks. The man furrows his brows, eyes glancing down at your soaked cunt, up to your short skirt and tiny top and stupidly pretty face. He bites down on the swell of your ass while maintaining eye contact, watches how you wince when he digs his teeth into the fat before soothing it over with a broad lick of his tongue.
“It means that, because you’re dressed like a fuckin’ slut, you must be an actual fuckin’ slut.” He says it like it’s a fact, like it’s something that has been etched into stone, something everyone in the world should follow like its bible. You open your mouth to snap back at him, but the man is too busy snapping your panties at the seam like the brute he is and licking a broad stripe from your clit to your ass crack. You jerk and moan at the feeling, eyes fluttering as your toes curl inside of your heels, the man watching you all the while with a self satisfied smirk.
“‘M not a fuckin’ slut, you—you fuckin’—”
“Sluts don’t make those kinda noises or gush over my tongue when I lick at them like this, sweetheart.” Oh fuck, this asshole is so goddamn condescending, isn’t he? You grumble from where you are, starting up your fight again by kicking, but the man only pushes up against you even harder, his back bending completely so that he can keep mouthing at your cunt.
“Oh, and call me Katsuki, by the way.” The man—Katsuki—adds, as if what he was doing was completely normal, as if he wasn’t assaulting you in the middle of an empty parking garage. You open your mouth to snap at him, but he suddenly sucks your little clit up right into his mouth while simultaneously slipping a single thumb inside of your soaked hole. A moan tumbles from your lips instead, your eyes squeezing shut as Katsuki sucks and sucks at you like he’s trying to suck every ounce of your willpower straight from your cunt. And he’s doing a successful goddamn job, with how boneless you become in the backseat.
“You always get this quiet when a man licks at your clit like this?” Katsuki asks against you, lapping at your clit like an overgrown puppy, flicking it with the tip of his tongue to feel your hips shudder in his hold. You whine, eyes squeezing shut before you pop them open to look at the man behind you. You glare when you meet his eyes, and he only huffs a laugh as he starts fucking his thumb inside of you, licking softly at your bud.
“I-I’m only getting through this by imagining you’re my b-boyfriend instead.” You frown at him, frown sliding right off your face as you groan under your breath when he replaces his thumb for his middle finger instead. Katsuki only laughs at you again though, a rumble deep in his chest, as he nibbles quickly at your clit to watch you jump and hear your cute little squeak.
“Oh yeah?” He teases, watching how your slick hole swallows up his finger, pumping it in and out of you to see how slick the digit comes back. “And what kinda boyfriend is he for letting his bitch walk out of the house like this? You’re practically fuckin’ naked, prancing around the whole city ’n shit.”
You whine when Katsuki’s tongue joins his finger, the slick muscle caressing your wet walls and his thick finger scratching pleasantly inside of you. You shiver all over, hands itching to reach down and shove his face deeper in your cunt, but you resist, pulling at your own hair instead. He watches you from over the curve of your ass, slurping up the slick that drips out of you down into his thirsty throat, smirking as he watches you fall apart because of one finger and his tongue.
“I-I’m not his bitch, he—he respects me and calls me princess and—”
“Lets other men follow you around to tongue fuck you in the back of your car in public.” Katsuki finishes for you, leaning back to spit down onto your drooling cunt, lapping it back up with his tongue that shoves itself back inside of you. There’s a high pitched whine in the back of your throat, your hips fucking back onto his face, not ready to beg for another finger but hoping he gets the message without words.
“He’s so strong, he’s gonna, gonna kick your fuckin’ ass when he finds you.” You try to threaten, but Katsuki can’t take you serious with how you moan and start thrusting your hips back to get his fingers deeper inside of you. He chuckles, following your silent command of sticking another finger inside of you, scissoring them almost immediately to hear you moan louder than before, the sound echoing throughout the garage.
“Oh yeah?” Katsuki hums after wrapping his lips around your clit.
“Yeah,” you moan back, abandoning your will of not touching him as you reach down to tug at his ash blond hair. Katsuki moans when you pull tightly, rubbing your cunt all over his face, getting his mouth and chin sticky with your slick. He loves it though, groaning under his breath once he starts to feel you clamping down tighter and tighter on his fingers. If he could, he’d stay here all day long, face buried in your sweet little cunt.
Katsuki becomes vigorous with trying to make you cum, upping the ante as he starts sucking even harder on your clit and pressing his fingers deep inside of you until he feels something soft and spongy against the tips. He’s addicted to you, he thinks, when you start spasming against his mouth and squirming from where he’s trapped you. The fabric of your skirt shakes with how hard you’re fucking back on his mouth, your stupidly sharp nails digging into his scalp, your girlish moans echoing throughout the emptiness.
He could get addicted real easily to a little minx like you. Especially since you taste so good, bursting all over his tongue when you finally orgasm, a sweet and tangy flavor pouring from your twitching hole as you practically scream for the heavens to hear you. He thinks he can get addicted to your sweet little pants and cries for him to stop, to how your little heels kick valiantly at him, to how you look at him over your shoulder with glassy eyes and a trembling bottom lip.
“Please,” you whimper, nails tugging at his hair a little harder when he sucks hard and long at your clit again. He’s got a love drunk look on his face, eyes glazed over and hazy, still sucking and licking at you as if it grants him just as much pleasure as it does you.
“Please, if you let me go, I won’t tell my boyfriend about this.” You whimper, eyes squeezing shut when he licks a broad stripe from your clit to your hole and back to your clit again. Katsuki rolls his eyes at you though, scoffing under his breath as he leans back to admire his work. His cock twitches in its confinements at your puffy lips that drool with his spit and your cum, how your tiny hole still pulsates, still looks so small despite the fact that he’s bullied two of his fingers inside of you.
“Shut the fuck up,” he murmurs under his breath, planting one last smacking kiss to your cunt before he pulls away with a huff. Before you can react though, Katsuki is finally lifting his body weight off of you, only to manhandle you until you’re on your back and staring up at his pussy soaked face. It shouldn’t make you throb like you do, a soft little wet sound emerging from between your thighs that makes your face go hot and his eyes glance down to the source of the sound. He fixes you with a smirk and a cock of his brow, suddenly gripping your tits too tight in his hand, sneering down at you,
“Sluts like you were meant to be shared; ain’t that right?” Katsuki doesn’t waste a moment in ripping your top into two with his bare hands, the sound of the fabric ripping all too loud for the quiet garage. You squeak, trying to cover your chest as he rips your bra down to fall below your breasts, but he’s too fast for you.
With a lick of his lips, he swoops right down to fit your nipple in his mouth, moaning around your areola as he suckles roughly. You grab at his nape, knowing that you should be pushing him away, but instead find yourself pulling him even closer to your chest. He groans when your nails dig into his skin, drawing up angry lines in your wake when he leans back to spit on your chest and swipe it up with his tongue.
Katsuki doesn’t play with your tits long though, too eager and impatient to get his cock inside of you, to feel you pulsating around his length, hugging him like a second skin. So he pulls back with one last nip, manhandling you again until your thighs are wrapped around his waist and his cock is springing free from his loose joggers. Your eyes practically fall out of your head at the sight, all thick and veiny with a curving head and a drooling tip. His precum slips right from his beading tip, down to kiss at the tip of your clit, and you don’t think the sight should be as erotic as it is, given your situation.
Katsuki smirks at your reaction, tapping the head of his cock against your cunt a few times, laughing when you jerk and whine from his heaviness. He strokes himself once, twice, before he finally aligns himself with your greedy hole, ignoring how you wriggle for him to slip inside of you. He fixes you with a look though, reaching up to grab your face roughly in his even rougher palms, leaning in until his nose brushes yours, eyes bright and aflame.
“Gotta make sure I’m lookin’ at this pretty face when I finally give a slut like you exactly what you’ve been asking for.” His grin is downright evil when he bullies his cock inside of you. You both share a breath as your mouth drops open at his thickness, eyes crossing up and into your head when he just keeps pushing and pushing and pushing his way inside of you. It feels like it’s too much, sits too heavy in the hallow of your pelvis, feels like you’re going to burst in any minute if he goes any deeper.
For Katsuki though, it feels like pure bliss. You’re tighter than he could have ever imagined, all slick pulsating walls and soft twitching of your thighs that go slack around his waist. He barely even rubs at your swollen little clit before he feels you spasming around him, your body shaking and tears leaking from your clenched eyes. He pauses in where he sits inside of you, finally after shoving the entire thing inside, an incredulous look on his face as he peppers kisses against your hairline.
“Did you fuckin’ cum again just because I put it in?” He can’t help but laugh under his breath when all you do is nod and whisper a tiny little uh huh into his mouth when he kisses you. Its more of shared breath again though, as he licks around your teeth and the roof of your mouth, but all you do is pant and try to catch your breath from coming so hard again in only a matter of a few minutes.
Katsuki is mean though, as he leans away from you to sit up on his forearms, no longer nose to nose, and grins down at your pout. He can’t give into your cute little faces though, as he starts pulling his hips back in preparation to really fuck you like he means it.
“Better make some pretty noises for me when I defile you, princess. Or else, I might have to take you home and see how loud you get when your boyfriend’s tied up in the room.” The implication of what he said sinks in late, because the moment a little fear tinges through you and starts to spark up a fight, he’s plunging his fat dick inside of you all over again. Your breath is punched out of your lungs, barely able to breathe again as he starts jackhammering himself inside of you, cock plunging in far deeper than you would’ve expected.
You cling onto his shoulders, practically holding on for dear life as Katsuki fucks you so hard in the back of your car that you slide up the seats, head nearly bumping against the other side passengers door. You have to hold a hand up to keep your head from colliding with the handle, despite the fact that he’s also holding your hips down to keep you connected with him.
He’s making these deep, animalistic grunts from the back of his throat ever time his cock plunges back inside of you. He’s murmuring under his breath, gross shit that you’d usually turn your nose up and argue against if this was any regular person on the street. Maybe your mindset is a little hazy from the dick he’s giving you, but what he’s saying actually makes you throb even harder and slick up even more against his cock. It’s creating a wet and loud and sloppy noise, paired with the sounds of his balls rhythmically slapping against the curve of your ass.
“Slutty fuckin’ girl, aren’t ya?” He growls under his breath as he hikes your leg up as high as he can with the cramped space of your backseat. “Hear how wet you are, just from me touching you a little? Just from me forcing my cock inside of your tight fuckin’—shit, shit, shit, you feel fuckin’ good for a little slut.”
You whimper when you feel yourself get tighter around him at his words, your pussy betraying you by getting so wet at his demeaning tone. Katsuki only groans, throwing his head back for a second before he forces himself to open his eyes and look at where the two of you are connected. His cock feels like its carving another hole inside of you, scratching something deep that makes your toes curl in your heels and your nails dig in deep to his shoulders.
“You like it when I’m mean to you? When I call you dirty names, hah? Fuckin’ disgusting.” You would believe him if his tone wasn’t dripping in so much affection, the scene suddenly starting to blur when you blubber up to him with a pout.
“Please make me cum, Katsuki, please, I’ve been such a good girl, please.” You whimper up at him, craning your neck up at the same time you start pulling him down by his shoulders and nape to your level. You wanna kiss, wanna feel his mouth against yours, wanna taste him, something. You just want to feel close to him already, damnit, this stranger shit isn’t working for you anymore.
Katsuki only rolls his eyes and huffs under his breath, but he can’t help the tiny smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He lets you pull him down to your mouth, pecking sweetly at you as you coo about how close you are to coming.
“We can never properly finish a scene, can we?” He snickers against you, but you’re too focused on getting off to bite back at him. You start fucking your hips down in tandem with his thrusts, one hand sneaking down to start swiping quickly at your clit as he holds your hips down to drive his way home inside of you. From just the look of your pouty eyes and desperate face, he thinks he’s gonna cum—you’re too pretty of a sight for him to handle.
“Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum, Katsuki—oh fuck!” You both groan when you finally reach your climax, bursting all over him as you squirt, the clear liquid splashing up his hard stomach and ruining your skirt. Neither of you mind though, the feeling too euphoric as he takes over at swiping at your clit when you get too overstimulated, still fucking his cock deep inside you as he chases his own high.
“Did,” you hiccup and sniffle, “Did I-I do good? Huh?” You’re already looking for his praise, already bleeding slowly out of the scene, now ready to get your praise for doing so well. And he grants it, the loving boyfriend Katsuki is, as he strokes at the skin of your hip and pecks again at your mouth when you start rambling.
“So good, sweetheart, so—fucking—good—shit.” Katsuki grunts low against your mouth when he finally comes inside of you, a wet and sloppy sound as it mixes with your still dripping cunt. You shudder at the feeling, eyes slipping closed as you hum and wrap your arms even tighter against his shoulders so that he can moan into your mouth as he finishes.
Katsuki is practically boneless when the last spurt of his cum is emptied inside of you, wanting to collapse on top of you but knowing that it’s best to get home as soon as possible. He can’t really say that aftercare is done best when in a public parking garage and no proper shower. He came prepared though, as he lifts himself off of you to reach underneath the drivers seat to pull out the duffle bag he prepared for public scenes like this.
You’re still boneless though, your eyes shut faintly and quiet little breaths puffing from your parted lips. He doesn’t pull out as he starts cleaning you with the wet wipes he brought, wiping down your chest and both of your lower stomachs from where you squirted. He does mourn the loss of your slick heat when he has to pull out and clean you out with a wet rag and a bottle of water he had prepared. He kisses sweetly at your hip when you whine in sensitivity, wiping you down as gently as he can, before he tends to himself.
When he’s dressed, despite the huge wet stain on the bottom of his shirt—something that he really doesn’t mind—he helps you out of your clothes, and the tattered pieces of your shirt. He packed in a hoodie of his that smells strongly of his natural scent, since your weird ass liked his sweat so goddamn much. He helps you into some comfy sweatpants and slides your flip-flops onto your feet, as you moan from the loss of the too tight heels finally releasing the skin of your ankle and heels.
You’re both wordless as he carries you into the passenger side and turns on your favorite playlist as he makes quick work of cleaning up the backseat as much as he can. He hands you another water bottle when he finishes, slipping into the drivers seat and kissing at your temples after he picks up your fallen food from earlier and plops it into your lap. You’re relaxed, which is good, with a small smile on your face and a loving look tossed his way when you thank him.
“This was really fun.” You slur through the thickness of your mouth. Katsuki chuckles, putting the car in drive as he instinctually grabs at your thigh with his free hand. He squeezes it once, twice, a silent agreement as he pulls out of the parking lot and down onto the empty streets of the city, the only thing on his mind of getting you home and giving you the proper aftercare that you deserve after stalking you all damn day.