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Train Ride Home

bully! bakugo x classmate! fem! reader x bully! kirishima

author’s note: i’m so sorry to you non-nsfw accounts in advance, just keep scrolling! i was screaming while writing this?? something’s wrong with me but i been knew that. @pervysenpaix you are the one to blame for this one, take responsibility for making me feel inspired! 😡

content warnings: bullying (obviously), a little violence, she/her pronouns, pet names, delusional bullies, someone gets spit on and its not who you think it is, stalking, slutshaming, the reader fights back and they have to put her back in her place, public sex, degradation, noncon, dubcon, nonconsensual videotaping + photography, kiri and bakugo are mean as usual, bakugo’s a little more transparent with his insults while kiri gives comments that take time to fully process, no prep, super graphic, overstimulation, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, misuse of quirks, turn taking, amongst other things that I’m sure have a name but I have no idea what they’re referred to as! grossness below the cut. ive always wanted to get stuffed on a train

Everywhere you went, you avoided the blonde and redhead duo like the plague, dodging them every chance you get so that you don’t have to deal with their shit. You’d hoped they wouldn’t notice but its so obvious that they have considering how whenever you locked eyes with them they’d begin to approach but you always made a quick escape.

It was really pissing them off. What are you thinking avoiding them like this? Did you wish for hell on earth to open and swallow you whole? They were more than happy to let you have a taste of what you seemed to be craving.

No one else sees anything wrong with your relationship with them. They always think its just them being their usual selves around you, some even believed that they had an adorable little crush on you.

They missed the way the duo would purposely make you trip over one of their shoes, watching in delight as one got a flash of your panties. And then you’d get “miraculously” saved, captured in the arms of your other assailant who held you close to their body, fondling your ass with faux worry or an irritated expression paired with an insult.

They missed the way the two of them would follow you after school and loudly degrade and objectify you all the way to your home from behind while following at a safe distance away. You still never understood why they did this, they would keep their distance up until you reached your house and then disappear without another word. Little did you know, they had their own sick ways of “protecting” you, and stalking happened to be their way of doing so.

You could only hope that today they would get bored with you due to the lack of interaction and would let you make your way home by yourself.

And as you pretty much expected, your hopes were never answered and mercy was never an option.

One can only expect the subway to be stuffed to the brim with people, like a school of fish packed away into a tiny can but you couldn’t have asked for a more any less-than-desired scenario than this.

Here you were, pressed against one of the doors with your bullies pressed up against you, caging you in with no escape.

“Missed us, pretty girl? You’ve been avoidin’ us all day. S’whats the matter? You can tell us,” Kirishima tenderly whispers to you, his eyes scanning over your face as one of his hands pressed up against the window behind you, blocking you in further.

“We’re listening. Spill it before I make you,” his angry, blonde counterpart adds, taking the opportunity to mirror the other man’s actions to your opposite side.

You feel your body sinking into itself, trying to push yourself even further away from the two of them but that was impossible since you had already been shoved into an inescapable corner. You couldn’t even lift your leg to attempt to kick one of them in the dick because of how close you were to them.

Biting back the urge to whimper you spoke before thinking, “I’ve been avoiding you two assholes for a reason. Why can’t you just take a hint and fuck off already? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

The words leave you before you can stop them and you find yourself being stared down by none other than Bakugo while Kirishima attempts to shush and console him with a nervous smile.

“Who do you think you’re talkin’ to like that, you little bitch? Have you lost your damn mind? Cause I’ll be more than happy to help you find it.”

“Bro, just take a breath. She obviously wanted our attention which is why she’s acting like this, it all makes sense now. Dont’cha think? What other reason could she have to openly avoid us like that when she knows better. You’re our smart little girl, aren’t cha, Y/N? Just say you’re sorry and we’ll give you all the attention you want,” the redhead offered, offering you a friendly smile that usually made your heart flutter but right now you were feeling a little frightened.

Maybe you should say you’re sorry and say whatever else they wanted to hear and receive a lesser punishment but you were feeling especially bold today, tired of being pushed around by them.

“No! Fuck you,” you replied before doing something even more daring. You spat right into Kirishima’s pretty face.

Panda bears are cute to look at and there are so many adorable videos of them falling over or being manhandled by their human caretakers. But remember… *they’re still bears.*

One minute you’re smiling at yourself for sticking up to them, and another minute you can barely fathom the speed in which Kirishima moves, shooting a hand forward to grab your face with his hand, squeezing your cheeks so harshly that your lips pucker and your jaw goes slack.

His usual smile has dropped and he’s staring at you, his usually sparkly scarlet eyes were now dulled over and looked much, much darker.

“Oh damn, never seem him this mad before. Guess you really fucked up, huh, Y/N?” Bakugo asked, eyeing Kirishima who simply stared at you in silence. You knew it was serious when Bakugo had suddenly referred to you by your first name instead of his usual “pet names.” Even more so solidifying the obvious power imbalance between you and them.

“Aren’t you bold?” Kirishima calmly asks, squeezing your face which earns a whimper from you as you reach up to grab at his wrists, tears beginning to prick at the edge of your eyes as the pressure on your face was starting to become unbearable.

Your spit had landed on his cheek and some of it dribbled onto his unifirm but the shiny remnants remained on his cheek, he had yet to wipe it.

“Pleesh,” you begged, knees nearly buckling as you tried to squirm out of his grip, words slurred by his grip on your jaw, “M’shorry. Won’t d-do it again!”

Squinting, a sinister smile creeps up onto his face and he agrees, “Damn right you won’t. I gave you a chance and this is the thanks I get?” He then sighed, almost like he was about to do something he was going to regret but you knew better.

Suddenly, he’s released your jaw, which you’re thankful for, but you get the wind knocked out of your body when he’s suddenly flipped you over and smashes your face against the cold glass. It is a little bit of relief on your bruised cheeks but you feel especially nervous in this position, you begin to shudder violently when your skirt is suddenly flipped up and you hear the sound of unzipping.

You push back against Kirishima, which only edges him on further as he swoops an arm around you and hardens his pointer finger, cutting right through the fabric of your shirt and bra without so much as a second thought, a few buttons popping off into varying directions. You gasp and protest at his actions, to no avail, shivering when your bare chest is pressed into the glass, flashing the city as the train moves along. How long was this fucking subway ride????

Given no time to think about the usual time it takes for you to get from point A to B, your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of your panties being shoved aside, a fleshy object being pushed between your thighs.

You react immediately and close them around the foreign object despite your better judgement and nearly scream when you hear Kirishima groan from behind you.

It appears that you had squeezed your thighs right around his cock.

“Be a good girl and don’t make a noise. How embarrassin’ it would be if other people saw you like this? So indecent and bare,” he whispered, rutting his hips ever so slowly that no one outside of you three could tell what was going on, “You could go to prison for public indecency. That wouldn’t look so good on your record, now would it, pretty girl?”

He reaches around and grabs one of your tits, starting to roll your nipple around in his fingers while slowly fucking your thighs, occasionally speeding up. His movements went unnoticed thanks to the train that constantly moved on its own. And his big, brute of a body blocked you from anyone else’s vision so it didn’t matter anyways. All he needed to do was unzip his pants and slide right between your legs. No one expected a thing.

“You recordin’ this, Kat?” Kirishima asked, still focusing on his movements as he continues to toy with your body like his own personal toy, in which the blonde grunts in response.

You turn your head to try and get a look at the other, wanting to know if he really was recording and you squeaked when you realized he told no fib when you locked eyes with him.

Naturally, he took it the wrong way.

“Oi, shitty hair. Think she likes it. She just turned to look at the camera. What a fuckin’ whore,” he chuckled, zooming in on your face before you quickly looked away from him and his devious smile.

“Does she now?“ He cooed into your ear, thrusting just a little bit faster as his shaft rubbed against your clit in a disgustingly delicious way. Why did it have to feel so fucking good? Not to mention the way he was squeezing your tit and pinching your nipple like he was trying to get milk out of you. What was wrong with these lunatics and why were you letting them have their way with you?

You bit down on your lip to keep the noises to a minimum, hoping to keep the other patrons out of your business as this continued.

Minutes of this went on unchecked until you felt yourself becoming increasingly closer to your release, the same for the male that was shamelessly fucking your thighs.

“Gonna cum for me, princess?” He whispered when he felt the way your lower lips had fluttered over his shaft that was pressed flush against you, making him move even faster now as he got near his own end, “Do it. If you’re good, Kat might go easy on you when it’s his turn.”

Somewhere in your little orgasm-driven mind you thought it was a good idea to listen and quickly nodded your head, unconsciously pushing back against him as you let your release take over, your pretty folds drooling over his cock and even some on the dirty train floor.

The shattering orgasm nearly ripped you in half but nothing could have prepared you for when Kirishima suddenly moved back and shoved the tip of his cock into you, groaning into your ear as ropes of his cum shot up into your weeping cunny.

“W-wait! Not there!” You called out in a low tone, wiggling around on his cock, causing him to push even further into you as he filled you with his seed. “Ugh, stop moving,” he growled, putting one hand on your hip to steady you, “Just take it. I told you to be a good girl, guess you get what’s gonna come to you next.”

After he’s filled your worthless cunt with his cum he pulls out, his cock bobbing up and down as he comes down his from release, your mingled nectars dripping down your inner thighs.

“Your turn,” Kirishima commented and you felt shuffling around behind you along with the sound of unzipping and zipping.

“Don’t need your fuckin’ permission, just hold the camera already. Took you fuckin’ long enough, dumbass. ‘s almost time for us to get off this stupid thing” Bakugo cursed his best friend out, moving to press himself against your back. You felt it again. The fleshy hardness of cock that pressed right up against you poor cunt.

Unlike Kirishima who had only fucked your thighs and slipped into you at the very end, Bakugo wasted no time in burying himself inside of you even if your walls took a little time to adjust to his size. He groaned in pleasure, filling your ears with the sinful sound as he felt you swallow him whole with little to no resistance.

“Fuck, always knew you’d feel good but not this damn good,” he hissed, not bothering to waste anymore time as he started to fuck into you like he was in heat, his hand moving to push onto the lower part of your stomach, his middle finger pushing down onto your clit as you felt the cold metal of the multiple rings that decorated his fingers on your heated skin. You were starting to feel like a furnace.

The speed he’s moving is unbelievable and bold, considering you were still in a public space but it seemed he couldn’t care less. All he was interested in was getting a hit of your glorious pussy, it was a punishment worth giving.

At some points, he makes it his mission to bully himself into your twitching walls and kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick, relishing in the feeling of your stomach pushing up against his hand, and at other points he makes sure to thunder himself right into your g-spot, pushing Kirishima’s cum up further into you.

You don’t remember when you started crying but you couldn’t ignore the feeling of hot tears that spilled from your eyes as he moved without remorse, and could not deny the overwhelming pleasure that left you limp and tired against the glass.

You don’t remember spreading your legs for him and bending over just a little bit more to give him more access, forcing him against your spot. All you know is that it left you yearning and reeling forward, the sweet harmonies of pleasure hitting you intensely in continuous motions.

In such a short time you’ve gotten used to being so full that you whine when he finally pulls out after dumping his load into you like the cum bucket slut you are. You don’t even know how you manage to keep standing after being used like that, cum dribbling down your legs, skirt pushed up and displaying your ass, with just a glimpse of your swollen pussy that’s painted white, along with your insides.

You can’t protest when Bakugo starts to fix himself back up to look presentable while Kirishima takes a close-up picture of your glistening cunt, grinning when he flicks your flagged clit that sends you jolting awake from your fucked-out state.

“You did good today, princess. Sorry for ruining your shirt, Kat can buy you a new one,” the redhead sweetly says before he takes it upon himself to push your panties back into place and pulled your skirt back down over your ass, “Guess we better get you home, huh?”

You can’t even say a thing when Kirishima turns you around and buttons up your uniform jacket, effectively covering your exposed front and tucking away the shreds of your shirt that spilled from the bottom.

Wow, how thoughtful.

Gojo Satoru being so horny he fucked you in every position he can come up with until you are sore and sticky with cum☺️

a/n: 😞😞😞

cw: f! reader, implied breeding kink, manhandling, 18+

gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, you— he‘s had a long day and he’s so exhausted, he missed you, he‘s been thinking about you all day. you‘d be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.

“hi satoru baby, how was wor—”

but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken aback— yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.

you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walked— not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,

you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.

no panties underneath either, just how he liked.

“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”

“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,

he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.

“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,

each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”

he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,

barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.

“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.

his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.

“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”

gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.

just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—

he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.

“mhm— listen to it, baby,”

he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—

and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.

“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”

moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.

so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,

just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—

his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.

he can’t wait to look at it later.

one more Dabert before dragoncon ☺️

Bakugou is so high-maintenance in the winter. Poor baby, hates the cold.

He hates how the dropped temperature makes his nose red and runny. He hates how his fingertips feel like they're being pricked with tiny pins and needles. He hates how he it takes him longer to warm up to use his quirk successfully. He loathes it.

Absolutely forget it if it snows.

You have to bride with promises of fun and warmth to coax him out of the house.

On the rare occasion that you do convince him to go out, you'll step outside to start the car to defrost it, being sure to turn on Katsuki's seat warmer before heading back in. As you open the front door to your house, you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from bursting into laughter at the sight in front of you.

There in the front foyer, Katsuki stood, bundled from head to toe in winter attire. He is wearing two coats, despite one of them being a heated jacket you got for him a couple Christmases ago, that he always rips off, complaining that it got too hot. He was sporting a pair of thick gloves, a black beanie that his spiky blonde bangs poked out of the front of, a pair of winter boots, and a scarf that wrapped around his neck twice; covering his mouth and nose. He looked like Randy from the movie A Christmas Story.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you, seeing that you were trying to hold back laughter. "What's so funny?" He grumbled at you sourly. "Nothing!" You said, shaking your head and curling your lips toward yourself, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto you face. He glared at you harder, his expression resembling that of a grumpy old cat. He knew you were lying. You couldn't hold back any longer, your body began to shake with giggles although you did try to suppress them. "Any more layers and you'd like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man." You teased, slipping your hands into your own gloves.

" 't's fuckin' 23 degrees outside. I don't care what I look like." The blonde huffed at you. You nodded swiftly in understanding. "I know." You grinned, walking up to him after zipping up your coat. He grunted as you pulled him down by the tails of his scarf, his forehead resting against yours. "You look super cute like this, though." You flirted, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling his scarf down over his chin to steal a kiss.

You could feel his breath stutter against your skin after you pulled away, clearly flustered by your kiss. "Come on, Michelin Man. Let's go." You giggled, beaming up at him as he rolled his eyes at your lame joke, but not being able to hide the start of a smile at the corners of his lips. "Did ya start my seat warmer?" He asked as you closed and locked the door behind you. You gave him a knowing side eye that told him that you had. You took his puffy gloved hand in yours and led him down the porch stairs to the car. "Yes, dear. I always do."

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