MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

One Too Many Drinks 💙🍋

Dabi x (Male) Reader
(Kinda AU, just no quirks)
*I always forget to put trigger warnings, so here: Technically it's SA since you're under the influence and can't formally consent.)

Okay, I've seen how popular my first yaoi chapter was. Ta-daaaa

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You felt queasy stepping into the club, already groaning at the harsh, flashing lights. Bodies shoved past you, puke nearly hitting your shoes. Wearily, you approached the bar and took a seat.

Never before had you consumed alcohol, but your friends encouraged you to do so. They chanted your name, celebrating when you downed your first shot of liquor. Arms hauled you out of the stool, abruptly shoving you onto the dance floor.

"Ah, Y/N! How's it feel to let loose for once?" Yaoyorozu asked, her hand laying on top of your shoulder.

"It...um...makes me feel light?" you weren't sure how to describe it, but knew you wanted something else to drink. Yaoyorozu laughed, leaving your side to order a few more drinks. You blindly stumbled to the center of the dance floor, becoming more comfortable with the dozens of bodies. Some bumped into you, rambling quick apologies. Others did it on purpose, yearning to grind against your body. Either way, the alcohol made everything seem less extreme.

Your eyes started to burn from the flashing lights, so you opted to close them. You danced along with the blaring music, laughing aloud at the excitement of it all. Yaoyorozu returned with a platter of drinks, handing each one to you after another.

When all of the glasses were empty, you could barely stand straight. Like a fool, Yaoyorozu left you alone to cater to someone else. Your body swayed among the crowd, feeling like air. A feeling of drowsiness overcame you, but instead of succumbing, you continued to push through.

Hands grabbed at your sides, sliding down to rest at your hips. You merely giggled, leaning back into the person. Their hair tickled your neck, as did the touch of their hands. They continued to slide further down, pressing against the insides of your thighs. Your jeans were the only material keeping you sheathed from him, but it still sent a flurry of sparks to your core:

Your body was pulled back, with your ass pressing against his front. You gasped at the hardness poking into you, but still went along with the vibe. The taste of alcohol didn't feel as great now. One hand left your thigh, and then returned to your face. A cold glass was pressed against your lips, forcibly allowing more of the burning concoction to slide down your throat. Within moments, the room spun around more than before.

"How does it feel to have my hands touching you, Y/N?" the man asked, pulling you tight against him. Before, your mind felt clear. Now, there was a hazy, milky fog. You couldn't picture your words, only able to speak nonsense that spilled from your mouth.

"I-I like it..." you replied, slightly slouching against his front. He continued to hold you up against him, swaying you along with the music. "Hey, how'd you know my name?"

"Don't worry about it, mouse. Did you want another drink?"

Time seemed to slow, making it feel longer to give a reply. You wearily nodded, grabbing the man's forearms. They felt extremely toned, their veins slightly protruding. Out of nowhere, you felt your jeans become tight. He moved to leave your side, but a harsh tug stopped him.