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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── as the last woman on earth, a government bounty marks you as humanity’s only hope for repopulation. unexpectedly, stumbling into your college football team becomes your lifeline, but instead of turning you in, they want to impregnate you on their own terms.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── you're now reading . . . 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 + 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 with isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, barou shoei, kunigami rensuke, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro & mikage reo

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── fem!reader, mentions of sexism in medicine, gangbang, breeding, cunninlingus, unprotected s*x, mild degradation, reader gets spanked once, mentions of food, mentions of babies, mentions of pregnancy, reverse harem, reader gets kidnapped, creampies, double penetration, nipple play, mentions of viral outbreaks, home isolation, mentions of human torture and experimentation, apocalypse AU, dark content ahead (10k+ words i am sick in the head)

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One thing about life you were coming to find out in your short existence, was that it could change in the blink of an eye.

One day, you’re a popular cheerleader everyone loves, on the Dean’s List and speeding through to a life of accolades and financial stability, then the next, a viral outbreak spirals out of control, infecting and offing only women. 

It started with rapid coughing and sneezing. Many expert scientists cited a woman's inferior immune system compared to men. They barely paid any attention to the growing casualties in one half of the population, just like how they turned a blind eye to PCOS or the persistent chronic pain most women seemed to experience throughout their lives. 

As the voices of one half went unheard, the dire consequences slapped mankind fully in the face. 

Birth rates dropped, many nations lost their manpower and society became increasingly violent and hostile. 

Those women that were left were transferred to medical facilities under the guise of rehabilitating them. But, there were the rumours of abuse and medical experiments that arose from shady forums and chat groups. 

You had read some of them from Jienna’s laptop when she was still alive.

Your best friend and roommate was an advocate for women’s rights, even before the world hadn’t gone to shit, and she was the first one who opened your eyes to the blatant mistreatment women were going through official medical channels. When the virus hit, the both of you huddled in your shared dormitory, trading packets of ramen and stories while waiting for more aid to come. 

She always had such a bright smile and determination. The day the virus took her away from you was one you could never forget. 

Jienna laid on her bed, a grey pallor overtaking her once radiant skin. The skincare she religiously applied was gathering dust on her dresser, and everytime she exhaled, it sounded coarser and coarser.

Eventually, she closed her eyes and never awoke again, and you had to page the medical team to extract her body, all while tears streamed down your cheeks and you were hovering on the edge of a full meltdown.

Your family across the country couldn’t even come and see you; your brothers were barred from taking you back home, as every woman in the district was given strict orders to remain at home and behind locked doors to keep the virus away. 

But, it always managed to slip through the cracks. Whether it was from infected food or contaminated medical equipment. 

The virus killed any female it touched.

News reports began surfacing that hens were dying out, impacting the supply of eggs. Cows were dropping dead in fields, the world’s milk supply running dry for the first time in existence. The pregnant black cat you used to feed behind your dorms was found dead behind a dumpster by a group of computer science boys. 

Slowly, the world descended into chaos, and more and more women were disappearing.

It was exactly day 40 of your lockdown when you decided you would run away.

Packing every non-perishable canned food you could find into a big bag, you waited until dusk fell and when the nurses would hand you your dinner. You knew it would be one of the older security guys who used to direct parking on your campus, and he had a bad hip so he couldn’t chase you down. 

As much as you hated hurting him, the first punch in his face was enough to knock him out cold. You hopped over his body, careening down the hallway and pushing yourself towards the outside of the college campus. 

Luck was on your side when you dashed out the front door to find an idle truck. It was from one of the block rangers, and you didn’t hesitate to jump inside of it, revving the engine and stepping down on the gas pedal. 

Someone yelled out your name, but you were too fired up to care. In your mind, you decided it would be better to die from the virus than staying cooped up for the rest of your life. At least with dying, you would be free. 

You had no plan and no idea what to do next but to race towards the closest abandoned building you could find. Jienna had told you about it during her dying days—how there was a series of abandoned buildings just at the edge of town where defiant women stayed the last of their days there. 

Having seen with your own eyes what the virus did to your roommate, you were sure you were prepared to go out the same way. There would be a few days where your immune system fought back, but without the right food and care, you would waste yourself away.

Better than being trapped forever in a small dorm. You viciously gunned the engine and raced towards that shining beacon of hope. 

The buildings out of town were abandoned like Jienna said, and you prepared to set up your death camp. The concrete slab walls were drab and the floor was too hard and cold to sleep on, but you made do with a blanket you managed to steal from the lobby. 

Days passed and soon, you were starting to wonder if the virus was even real. Your meals consisted of canned beans and whatever scraps you could find in the dumpster nearby. You didn’t dare to light a fire in case it might attract someone’s attention, and your showers were virtually non-existent.

Maybe I shouldn’t have left the dorms. 

Those thoughts of ‘what if’ and ‘should haves’ kept you up at night and haunted your waking moments. 

One day, you thought you heard footsteps echoing down the hallways, but then, you found out it was just a bunch of squatters looking for a place to sleep. They turned their nose up on the squalor and left you alone feeling bemused and a little disappointed that not even the lowest rank of humanity would want to spend a night at a place you consistently slept in. 

But, your newfound freedom was too good to be true.

It had been too quiet and too peaceful. The bubble was waiting to pop and your hopes burst one day when you awoke in cold sweat to hear a man’s voice down the hallways.

“... heard she escaped here…” 

“Are you sure?” 

The fatigue weighing you down shot out of your system and you sat up ramrod straight, rushing to get your goods without making a sound. 

“No news of… gotta be the last one in the vicinity…” 

You hurriedly stuffed your blanket into your backpack, taking care not to breathe too loud in case they might hear. The beam of a flashlight pricked your irises, and having lived for a while in the dark, you weren’t used to such brightness.

Squinting, you stayed close to the walls, slinging your bag onto your shoulders and preparing to depart down a flight of steps straight into the forest fringing these buildings. Your flexibility as a cheerleader back in your old life helped you out to creep on the floors quietly, extending one leg and then another while keeping close to the walls. 

However, you didn’t see where your foot landed, and before you could stop in mid-step, the empty can of beans went clattering to the ground.

For a split second, all you could hear was your breath and the rush of blood in your ears.

The beam of light immediately swung towards your direction, illuminating your left leg and the implicated empty can in question. 

Shit. You had been discovered.

“Wait!” One of the men yelled, but you didn’t stop to listen. Hightailing it out of here, you sprinted to the entrance, about to escape into the night when you felt a bigger body slam into you from the side. 

Screaming out, you barely caught a glimpse of your perpetrator, but he was holding you down with his larger body, pinning you right to the dirty ground.

“Got her!” he yelled back to other men. “It’s a girl! She’s here!” 

You blindly reached your hand out and felt the sharp edge of a rock cut into your palm. Swinging it towards him, you bashed the side of his head, and in the glimpses of light from the shining moon up ahead, you caught sight of his vivid, dark hair. 

The man yelped and stumbled back, staunching the heavy flow of blood oozing from his right cheek.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, and you used his momentum of shock to push him off of you. 

But, he had enough dexterity to clamp a hand around your knee, bringing you back down to the ground. 

“No!” you started to scream and sob. “Please! Let me go!” 

Someone else came to his rescue, holding you down. You felt ropes around your wrists, drawing them behind your back. Your sobs were muffled by a bag thrown over your head, and for good measure, they tied your ankles, too. It took two of them to carry you into a car, and you were laid on someone’s lap, his arms roping around you and pressing you to his chest. 

As the men piled back into the car, you started to sob when you heard the engine ignite. 

“Ssh, it’s okay,” the man who held you crooned. “It’s gonna be fine, Y/N.” 

Through your tears, you recognized that they knew your name. 

A hand touched your knee, rubbing it soothingly. “We’re not here to hurt you.”

That voice. You had heard it before. It brought to mind dark blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. A pair of toned legs tearing through a football field and a charming, lopsided smile.

“I-Isagi?” 

He hummed. “It’s me, Y/N. Barou’s holding you, by the way.” 

In answer, the self-proclaimed king of the field back from when your college days consisted of study horrors and not a world crisis, flooded your mind with stark familiarity when he exhaled out your name. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

“It’s the boys from the football team,” Isagi informed you, like you were on a road trip with them instead of forcefully being kidnapped against your own will. 

“H-how did you find me?” The bag they stuffed over your head smelled musty, and you struggled to talk through it. “C-can you get this fucking thing off my head?” 

Someone pried the sack off, and you inhaled in deep gusts of air, your wide eyes taking in the darkened interior of this truck and the boys who were holding you hostage. 

Isagi had lost a bit of weight since you last saw him. The last you heard of the Blue Lock team’s co-captain was that he had lost his mother to the virus and the school had started a fund for him to cover her funeral expenses. Turning your eyes towards the man who was holding you, Barou’s jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.

The man driving was Kunigami, whose hands were white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel. Next to him in the passenger, bleeding out from his cheek, was Itoshi Rin. You noticed how he side-eyed you from the front, and returned his evasive look with a frosty glare. 

Lastly, at the back of this 8-seater was Chigiri, Nagi and Reo—the former two being the most unlikely combination of acquaintances you had ever seen join this ragtag group of football bros. Nagi and Reo were famous for being fused at the hip since they both started their business degree courses together. They rarely fraternised with anyone else outside of their coursemates, much less kidnap some random woman. 

At the reminder of your predicament, you squirmed, accidentally rubbing your ass all over Barou’s crotch. He didn’t react beyond a low hiss of, “Quit it,” those thick and sturdy arms tightening around your trembling body. You tried to ignore how you could feel something hard poking your lower back. 

“Why did you kidnap me?” you demanded off the bat. “How did you find me? What are you going to do with me?” 

Those rapid questions were met with silence. You flitted your gaze to each of them, and through the passing snatches of orange streetlights, you saw every one of their expressions drenched in guilt. 

“We… don’t know.” 

Isagi was the one who spoke first, preparing himself to earn your rage.

“You don’t know?” you mumbled, growing more incensed every minute with how they had wrenched you from your peaceful life in the ruins. “You don’t know where you’re taking me. What you’re planning to do with me. You don’t know the reason why you went through all that trouble to track me down. You don’t—”

“It’s because you have a bounty on your head.”

Rin’s voice cut through your growing tirade, leaving you cold with disbelief.

“I… what?” 

On your right, Isagi nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he would rather be somewhere else than in this vehicle having such a difficult conversation. 

“After you escaped, the officials posted your bounty and your suspected whereabouts. Um, it’s uh… well, Y/N… you’re the last woman alive from our college.” 

You exhaled, feeling your chest constrict and tears prick your eyes. 

All your lecturers… your friends… your cheerleading gang… 

“Are they all gone?” The boys didn’t comment on your thick voice or the unshed tears. 

Kunigami was the first one to express his remorse. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That’s the truth.” 

Rin decided to rip the bandaid off quicker, leaving you reeling in confusion and despair. “The authorities put up notices for you because your status was unknown. They said that anyone who brought you back—dead or alive—would receive two million yen.”

The reality of your situation settled in like sentiment falling to the bottom of a glass jar. 

You felt cold all over, your heartbeat right in your throat.

“So, you’re either going to k-kill me or turn me in, huh?” 

Your heavy question was met with silence. 

Surprisingly, it was Nagi at the back who piped up in his lazy, drawling tone. “Actually… we have a better plan.” 

Isagi was the first to react. He shot Nagi a murderous look, shaking his head. Kunigami glanced at the white-haired man through the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes, and Rin’s scowl deepened. Chigiri, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, sighed out, “Idiot” under his breath.

The only one who looked supportive of what Nagi had to say was—no surprise there—Reo himself.

“It’s a good plan! She’s still healthy,” he argued on behalf of his best friend. Nagi nodded, humming. 

“The virus should’ve taken her out weeks ago, but she managed to survive all on her own in such dirty conditions… I really think we should give it a shot.”

The air in the car changed; thickening and becoming ripe with tension. Barou’s arms suddenly felt too hot around your body, and you broke out into a sweat.

“It could work,” Isagi started out slowly, rubbing his chin. He had a look on his face you knew all too well—that calculative, goal-hungry stare that would eventually destroy his enemies. 

Rin tilted his head towards the backseat, his turquoise eyes drawing circles on the car’s water-stained ceiling. “Do you think that would be legal for us to do?” 

“We have to keep her hidden.” Chigiri spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. “The authorities can’t know that we have a woman with us or we’d be punished. We have to be very careful with Y/N.”

You were still drawing blanks on their ideas, growing more frustrated every single second you were kept in the dark from their decisions on your fate. “What do you fucking assholes mean? Legal? Keeping me away from the authorities? What do you want with me?” 

Your voice broke on the last question, and without warning, you started to sob. The weeks of roughing it out on your own, trying to escape from society and hide in plain sight were taking its toll on you. You wept bitterly, hiding your face behind your hair and sobbing into your shoulder.

“Shit,” someone muttered in the front. 

“Give her some water.” 

It was Isagi who gently coaxed your face from your shoulder, holding a bottle of clean water. You contemplated spitting a mouthful at him, but ultimately, your thirst won out and you drank deeply. 

He wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his threadbare sweater and you hiccuped into a silence, already accepting your death. 

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Reo murmured from the back. You lifted your swollen, red eyes to find his purple ones full of sincerity. “We actually want to keep you safe. There’s been rumours about human experiments and none of us want you to go through that. We want to keep you safe.”

You should’ve known the group’s appointed spokesperson would be a man used to spouting sweet words to get his way—whether with professors or girls—but a part of you wanted to believe Reo. You were so, so tired of fending for yourself, you wanted someone to help you with the burden of being a woman in these unacceptable times. 

“Yes, Y/N.” Rin’s sudden reassurance struck you dumb with disbelief. “We have our old frat house—nobody comes by there anymore. We’ll keep you safe there and you can rest.” 

It all sounded too good to be true. Here was a band of college footballers being completely sweet with you—wanting to protect, nurture and keep you hidden. But, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop; the catch in this arrangement. 

“There’s more,” you whispered, scenting out their bullshit. “You’re not telling me the real reason.” 

Men were never good liars—that much you could tell. So, when every single footballer glanced at the other, your senses were in red alert, demanding to uncover what was the terrible footnote to this otherwise flawless proposal.

“Well?” you muttered coldly, strengthening your resolve. “What do you want from me? What’s the catch?” 

Reo was quick to turn your question around. “What? There’s no catch—”

“There is.” It was Isagi who spoke, sounding resigned and tired in the dimming darkness. “There is a catch. We shouldn’t lie to her, guys. We all agreed to tell her the truth if we found her and she was willing to listen.” 

You held your breath, waiting for Isagi to drop the bomb. He seemed like he needed a moment to stabilise himself. He drew in a deep breath and unlocked his shoulders, looking you square in the eye. You half-wished he had kept you in the dark; never told you the truth. Because what he said next completely swept you off your feet, landing you onto the ground face-first and gasping in disbelief.

“It’s not about rewards or money—it’s about duty. We need your help to repopulate this city, Y/N… we want you to carry one of our babies.” 

You felt a pair of broad-set shoulders shake under your smaller frame, the man underneath you stretching out his kinks and stiff muscles after a night of good sleep. 

“Hm,” he groaned, brushing a hand down your bare spine. “Good morning, angel.” 

Reo’s husky voice drew you back into consciousness, and you whined, burying your face into his neck to hide yourself from the morning’s glare. He chuckled at your antics, nosing your hair and pressing soft kisses onto your temple. “C’mon, sweetheart. It’s Rin’s turn with you today.” 

Without missing a beat or opening your eyes, you mumbled: “Maybe you should all fuck me at one go so you guys can see who’s strong enough to knock me up.” 

You meant those words as a joke, but when Reo’s shoulders stiffened, you suddenly realised the depth of danger you were flirting with. 

“Don’t say such things you’ll regret, sweetheart,” he meant to tease you, gently easing you off his chest. “Or, the boys won’t stop until you give each one of us a baby.” 

You tried to laugh, to shake off the sudden unease. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant pancake days in this unconventional household. You got up and slipped on Reo’s shirt, fluffing out your shorter hair. The guys had insisted you cut your locks so that it would be easier to hide them under a baseball cap and pass you off as a man if anyone came looking. 

Sometimes, you did miss your femininity, but in a world where it was literally dying out, you couldn’t take any chances. 

Flashing Reo a smile, you hummed. “Don’t laze around too much like Nagi—I’m making breakfast.” 

In the living room, Bachira was the only one up and awake, his bright golden eyes following your every move as you wished him good morning and prepared your ingredients. Without a sound, he slipped behind you, calloused hands warm on your bare belly. 

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your arms. 

“Morning, Meguru,” you mumbled, trying to ignore how his hands were creeping up to your bare breasts. Living with seven men meant that you were subjected to their advances night and day. It got even worse when you had told them you missed your period last week, but your cycle turned out to be just a few days late. 

That didn’t stop them from feeling you up, grasping your hips or pressing soft kisses to your neck when you least expected it. Like now, with Bachira’s hot breath bathing the sensitive strip of your jaw. 

Meguru hadn’t been part of your kidnapping heist a few weeks ago, but he had shown up when Isagi called—ready to be of service and contribute his portion in repopulating your tiny, dying town. 

Clicking your tongue at the price tag on the egg carton, you flipped the cardboard cover closed, affronted by the steep spike in those numbers. 

“It’s getting bad out there, right?” 

Bachira paused his efforts in running his nose down your neck, taken off guard by your sudden question. “Um. Yeah. Why’d you ask, princess?” 

Because I haven’t seen the outside world in weeks. You swallowed your bitterness, focused on whipping the yolks into a golden perfection. The boys were doing their best to make you feel cosy and safe within these walls; you couldn’t be too ungrateful. They didn’t let you out for fear of someone catching sight of you—that’s why the windows and doors were all covered and barricaded.

They restricted your contact with only seven of them because they didn’t want an anonymous tip-off to result in you being taken away. 

Every Blue Lock player was careful to protect their golden ace. 

“Nothing,” you hummed in the breeziest voice you could muster. “Just curious, s’all.” 

“Hmm.” Bachira’s hands moved up to your naked tits moving freely under Reo’s bigger t-shirt. “You smell like him,” he accused you softly with a nip to your ear. “That stupid rich boy.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you tried not to smirk, but failed. 

“Nah.” Bachira’s fingers trailed to your stiffening nipples, still sore from Reo’s ministrations (he loved biting down on them while you rode him) and eased the soft flesh in between his thumb and forefinger. “I was waiting for my turn—can’t believe I have to share you with those bastards.” You tried not to gasp and push your body back to meet his pelvis halfway, failing miserably to measure a cup full of milk. Some of the liquid sloshed onto your wrist and you heard Meguru snort. 

“I love how sensitive you are, baby.” 

Biting on your lower lip to stifle a whine, you pushed your ass back to brush the front of his pants, finding him already hard and waiting. 

Bachira was one of the more eager boys, and you had to pace yourself and him less he fucked you on this counter and ruined Rin’s day with you. 

“Meguru—”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, sounding both lustful and disappointed. “You’re emo Itoshi’s tonight. Fucking stupid stick game.” Cursing himself for literally getting the shorter end of the stick, you felt his pout imprint on your skin. “But, can’t we have a little bit of fun, baby? Can I eat your pussy out at least?” 

You literally throbbed at his words, and almost gave in to the rushing desire sweeping you off your feet. Almost—until you heard Isagi’s voice knocking the both of you out of this lust-filled fog.

“Hey. What’re you both doing?” 

While you smelled a threat, Bachira smelled an opportunity. His grin was shark-like, cutting through the tension when he didn’t stop playing with your nipples or back down when you hissed out his name. 

“What’s it look like? I’m trying to fuck her.” 

You tensed, waiting for Isagi to be pissed off. He was the one who reinforced this one-night sharing rule, and to see his best friend blatantly disregarding it would set off his rigid ego. 

But, to your surprise, Isagi tilted his head, taking note of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. “I think she… she likes it.” 

Bachira glanced down to find your mouth parted slightly, brows furrowed with a deceptive look of pain when both men knew what it was. Desire. 

Isagi, who could smell a goal or a wrench in the plans from a mile away, started to chuckle. 

“Lift up her shirt. Continue playing with her nipples, Meguru.” 

“Yes, captain,” Bachira sang, and lifted the hem of Reo’s sleep shirt up to expose your puffy, swollen nipples. 

“Shit,” Isagi breathed, and you didn’t miss how he had to adjust himself through his shorts, those dark blue eyes eclipsed with a dark, unnamed emotion you were terrified to uncover. “They look so perfect and pointy.” 

Bachira rolled your sensitive buds between his two fingers, ignoring your soft yelp and flinch when he began to tug on them with a bit more force. “Huh—it really is. Reo must’ve prepped her nicely for us.” 

“For what?” 

The voice of another lover joined the fray. You peeled your watery eyes up to find Reo’s curious expression sweeping between his two friends and your own flushed face. He didn’t seem angry that you were being fondled by Bachira in broad daylight—in fact, Reo looked like he didn’t feel anything. 

He almost looked bored, sweeping those purplish hues to Isagi. “So, are we finally doing it?” 

“Hmm.” 

Doing what? You wanted to ask, but your head was tilted back, mouth falling open only for it to be filled by Bachira’s tongue coaxing yours to come and play with his. His kiss—if it could even be called that—was sloppy and unhurried, its full intention to leave you feeling shame and vulnerability in front of two of your other lovers. 

Showing them how you easily folded and lost yourself to the sensations. 

“Mm—can see her moving her hips,” Isagi’s lowered, husky voice shot a potent mix of desire and shame through your veins. “Check how wet she is Meguru.” 

Abiding his best friend, Bachira dipped two fingers past the waistband of your sleep shorts. You mewled and tossed your head back when he swiped through your folds, teasingly circling your clit. 

As soon as he gave you that wonderful friction, he retrieved it, leaving you high and dry. 

“Meguru,” you whimpered. Bachira ignored you, holding his fingers up to the other two men; his digits glistening with your juices. 

“I don’t think she can wait anymore,” Reo murmured, and this time, you caught a flash of darkness in his otherwise kind eyes. “Isagi—”

“I’ll go first.” 

Meguru nudged you firmly to face the approaching, dark-haired man. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Isagi’s intense, blue eyes that were pinning you right to the spot like you were about to be burned on a stake. The fire came next when he reached out to caress your cheek, trailing his hand down your neck and grabbing your throat. 

“Tease her clit again,” he ordered, and Bachira playfully said, 

“Yes, captain.” 

Fuck. You were growing lightheaded from the combination of Isagi choking you and Bachira running slow circles on your throbbing clit. It was even filthier when you remembered Reo was watching, most likely getting off to your desperate pinched expressions. 

“Meguru… Yoichi…”

Calling them by their first name seemed to spur on those two men. Meguru eased one finger past your tight ring of muscle, melting through your spongy walls and hooking the tip of this thick index right against your g-spot. He nudged it forward in a fluid motion, like how he would effortlessly send forward a ball across the field, forcing a yelp past your kiss-swollen lips. 

Your vision was purely dominated by Isagi’s increasingly unhinged expression; the sweat bulleting down his forehead, his mouth parted in a silent snarl, those dark, beautiful eyes coaxing you to jump down a well just to feel his touch… 

“Y-Yoichi.” 

As if he understood your deeper need, Isagi nodded feverishly at Bachira. “Remove her shorts… hold her open while I eat her out.” 

Dutifully, Meguru followed his friend's instructions. You watched with wide, unblinking eyes as Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth so close to where you needed him the most.

Bachira slung your shorts down your ankles, revealing the sweet shape of your mound and the even sweeter treasure hidden in between your folds. Like a man hellbent on a mission, Yoichi gently pried your clit from under her hood, revealing the throbbing bud waiting to be licked, sucked or loved on. 

You barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you. 

Every man in this house ate you out differently. Reo was more careful and controlled. Nagi was languid and tended to overstimulate you. Barou loved to have your legs on his shoulders as he dove in between your thighs. 

But, Isagi was different; he ate you out with the determination of a man who had to prove he was the best in every way. 

The feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds, those perfect pink lips sealing around your clit and how he sounded like he was making out with your pussy made you clench down on thin air. 

“Yoichi…” you breathed. 

Bachira went to work on stimulating you, too, tugging your shirt above your head and pinching your nipples again. 

Both boys were so intent on driving you to the edge, that they didn’t realise the group of spectators they were attracting. 

From the corner of your watery eyes, you noticed Rin standing, arms crossed over his broad shoulders and frosty glare—tainted with jealousy—directed towards the man in between your thighs. Kunigami had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still damp while Barou had returned from a workout, his muscles swollen and shiny with sweat. Chigiri and Nagi were the only ones probably still asleep, though you had little doubt your stream of moans would wake them up out of curiosity. 

Meguru flicked the tip of his nails on your nipples, the sharp sting sending bites of pleasure right to your core. 

“Megu—” you were interrupted again by another sloppy kiss. 

“Tch. You’re all such fucking horndogs.” Rin’s grumble was white noise behind the blood rushing in your ears. 

“... you’re not complaining…” 

“Shut up…” 

A sharp nip to your flesh inner thigh wrenched you back to the present, and you gasped, making eye contact with Isagi and his raised brow. 

“You’re getting bored, Princess?” 

Without missing a beat, you shook your head. “N-no, ‘Ichi. Mm’sorry.” 

He clicked his tongue, obviously not buying your lie. “Here you are getting your pussy eaten out by me and you’re focusing on the other boys. Just admit that you’re a fucking cockwhore, Y/N.” 

You gaped at his words, and your rage was lost when Bachira dragged you back to the counter, arranging you face down and ass up. 

“M-Meguru—!” 

“Come on, who wants to fuck her first,” he boldly exclaimed, shaking you to the core. “She’s ready for a baby.” 

You burned from the inside out at how cheaply he was treating you; that sensation amplified by the sharpest slap of humiliation across your cheeks, Bachira’s handprint glowing warmly on your skin. He spanked you again, matching his mark on your right cheek to your left one, letting you cry out and clench down on thin air.  

“Me.” A deep, resonate voice which you loved having at your ear while he fucked you on every Monday night. After all—a King always went first.

As one of the bigger guys, Barou’s physique gave him the advantage over the others to call dibs on you first, his undeniably good genetics and strong bone structure a contender for healthy babies. 

You felt Bachira’s warmth melt from your side to be replaced by the feel of Shoei’s toned thighs pressed against your rear. 

He soothed the spanks left on your skin with one large, coarse palm, and hummed deeply. 

“You ready, pretty?” 

Nodding, you turned your head to the side, unable to believe that you were in such a vulnerable position to be fucked by the entire football team. 

You weren’t going to lie—you had imagined yourself in this position before. But, it was always in your wildest fantasies; to be defiled by the football team in your tiny uniform behind the bleachers. If you were being honest, every girl on campus had the same daydream, but you were closer to the unattainable. The entire idea was such a cliche, and yet, here you were, in a room full of hungry, testosterone-fuelled men who eagerly waited to have their turn with you—the pretty cheerleader from their bygone days before the world tried to kill humanity off. 

Barou wasted no time in sinking his thick cock into you, groaning as your body took him inch by inch. He rubbed your hips, leaning forward to gently thumb your nipple. “There you go, baby. Taking me so well.” 

His words were a stark contrast from his actions. Shoei gave a low, guttural groan when he bottomed out, a dirty thrill shooting down your spine at the feel of his entire cock moulding with your walls as seven other men gaze lustfully at you. 

Through the shine of an old kettle on the counter top, you noticed Isagi palming himself through his shorts. Bachira was blatantly jacking himself off, one hand inside his sleep shorts. Kunigami was sitting on the sofa, staring at you slack-jawed and completely hard under his towel. Reo was the more subtle one, furtively glancing around and looking slightly uncomfortable, but still unable to tear his eyes from you. 

Chigiri and Nagi had woken up, and Rin was standing a little ways by the door, distancing himself from the activities taking place.

For a split second, you felt bad for him—Rin was supposed to have you today, but he had to wait for his turn as the other guys fucked you; figuratively and literally blue-balled by his own teammates. It would’ve made you mad on his behalf if you weren’t—

“Ow!” 

A sharp tug on your roots snapped your head back, and your cry bounced off the walls. Barou’s lips were on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck. 

“Did I tell you you could be distracted? Pay attention to when your King fucks you.”

From the back, you heard Bachira snicker, but every thought flew out of your head when Barou set a pace which had your toes curling in your house slippers. He clamped one hand around the delicate roots of your hair, while the other guided your hips to meet his halfway.

The sound of balls hitting flesh filled the air, along with your animalistic groans and Barou’s deep ones. You heard a few more muffled groans, and someone cursing, but your thoughts were doused in wet cotton, growing heavier and fuzzier. 

You could barely keep your eyes open, only cognizant of Barou’s cock shaping your walls and the impending ball of heat waiting to unravel right under your navel. Meeting his thrusts cleanly, soft mewls fell from your plush lips like dew, mingling with a bit of drool puddling onto the counter right under your mouth. 

Barou was fucking you stupid and the other men knew it. He couldn’t stop the feral grin splitting his face in half when your hips bucked, a little slutty tick which told every man you were about to cum. 

Without warning, you felt wet warmth fill you to the brim—your first load of the day taken like a champ.

Shoei hadn’t let you cum, and you reeled back from the disappointment with barely any grace; your soft sob was replaced by a moan when another man lined up his cock to your stuffed entrance. 

You smelled his fresh pine cologne before you saw him, and sensed Rin’s impatience the second he gripped your jaw and wrenched your face back for a deep, frenzied kiss. 

“Fucking whore,” he whispered into the heat of your mouth. “Letting the other boys feel you up when it’s my turn with you today. Where’s your shame?” 

Your answer melted as one with a dulcet moan when Rin slid two fingers in between your swollen folds, testing the waters of your arousal. He barely cared when his digits were coated with a combination of Barou’s cum and your juices; he just stuck those soiled, pale and nimble fingers which could’ve rivalled a skilled pianist down your throat. You gagged on them, eyes going blurry and all teary from the flavouring of sin heavy on your tongue. 

“Rin,” you hiccuped, and he hummed. 

“Take me deeper, baby.” 

His command brought a throbbing wave of desperation arresting you from head to toe. You tried to bring his fingers further down your gullet, but gagged when he was almost knuckle-deep. 

“Mhpmh!” Your syrupy moan made every man groan, the sheer desperation in how you attempted to fully swallow Rin’s fingers a commendable feat considering he had absurdly thick fingers to match his height. 

“Good girl,” Rin praised you in a husky voice when he felt your throat bob around his digits. “You’re really such the perfect fuckdoll, huh? Always so ready for us.” 

“Mhmm…” your eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body tensing when you felt his cock slowly breach past your tight ring of muscle. 

“Fucking take this dick, baby, I know you can,” the youngest striker urged, his words beyond filthy compared to the other men. Rin was one of the only few people in this house who could talk you through the immense pleasure, and you loved him all the more for it. 

His obscene mouth would never fail to leave you reeling from the difference in his demeanour; sour and quiet when he wasn’t fucking you, to brash and downright filthy when he was egging you towards an orgasm. 

You loved Rin and his duality; lived to watch it come to life.

You wanted to swallow him down and eat him up whole to satiate the deep well of lust inside of you no matter the price. 

“Rin…” you gurgled past his fingers. “Mhmmmore.” 

“More?” he interpreted your gurgles with the ghost of a chuckle. You quite liked it when Rin laughed even if it was a soft exhale; it made you feel lighter to hear his happiness. He hummed and plunged his fingers back down your throat, playing with the soft palate of your tongue, while his cock inched deeper and deeper into your sacred heat.

The second he bottomed out, his forehead thumped onto your shoulder, a long drawn out groan of relief radiating warmth right into your throbbing heart. Rin’s reactions were adorable as they were pussy stirring, his duality further exacerbated by those spit-slicked fingers retracting from your mouth and moving down to your puffy clit.

He gently rubbed circles into them, catching you whenever you bucked into his embrace. His lips were on your neck, his hot breath expelling heated groans onto the sensitive skin. Every single shaky circle on your sensitive nub was pulling you closer and closer into a white hole of pleasure.

Your moans were reaching fever pitch, and the entire house was doused with the arousal of seven men who couldn’t wait to fuck you.

The boys whispered something over your stream of mewls and your feet were off the ground, your limp body in Rin’s arms. Without a second to spare, he brought you to the main bedroom where the largest bed could fit at least three men. 

There, he laid you down, your head dangling off the edge so your mouth was hanging wide open for the next man to defile. 

Rin eased himself in between your spread thighs, placing a kiss onto your sternum almost reverently and leaving more pressees on your jaw and cheeks. You felt someone else rustle up towards the other side of the bed, and your eyes met Kunigami’s darkened ones. His towel was shed off, a heap on the floor, and his long, girthy cock throbbed in anticipation over your face. 

“Open up for me, pretty girl,” Rensuke murmured, grazing your cheek and then hooking a thumb on your bottom lip to spread you wider. You whined, overstimulated on both ends when you felt both men sink into you at the same time. Rin bottomed out the second Rensuke hit the back of your throat, making you jerk and gag. 

The both of them were big—far too big for your smaller body. It was a struggle to take them both and you felt your body reacting to the impossible feat.

“Ssh, ssh,” Rin whispered into your hair. “Relax, baby. You can take us, I know you can.”

With watery eyes, all you could do was mewl, hips bucking pathetically. Rin’s long girth was directly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and Rensuke was splitting your throat in half. You felt like you could drown in their musk and the thick scent of sex in the air. 

Something bitter hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, about to spit Rensuke out when he clamped one hand on your throat, telling you to keep him there if you wanted to know what was good for you. 

“Hold me, sweetheart. Hold it,” the large football player murmured. You were sure your entire system was going haywire—your pussy and mind in war to come out at the top of your frazzled emotions. 

One of your hands was buried in Rin’s hair, and another was perched on Kunigami’s thigh, trying to ease him down your battered throat. 

Without warning, the other man withdrew his thick length from your mouth, splatters of drool dripping down your chin and neck; defiling you even more. 

“Fucking hurry it up, Rin,” Kunigami growled, throwing the other striker a murderous look which juxtaposed his usually kind expression jarringly. “I need to cum in her.” 

Rin grunted, returning the other striker’s glare with a hostile one of his own. “Shut the fuck up—let me have this with her.” Kunigami stroked himself, trying to keep himself hard as Rin started to jackhammer into your willing cunt.

Your screams of pleasure echoed around the room, contrasting with the other men’s deep growls and groans. It sounded like a smorgasbord of erotic sounds, complemented by the slap of Rin’s balls on your ass. 

The youngest man was close on the verge of his orgasm, his face pinched and drawn. You thought he would’ve taken this chance to cum and ignore your pleasure, like Barou did, but you were sorely wrong when it came to Rin. He pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it soft and sweet, increasing the pressure when you started to buck and whine into his embrace. 

You smelled the sting of his sweat, felt it drip into your open mouth, tainting it with the taste of Kunigami’s precum and his own excitement. 

“I’m close,” you sobbed out, arms like vines around his shoulders, nails stabbing into his back. “G’na cum, Rin-Rin—fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He shook his head, a feral look of pure determined arousal lighting those beautiful features. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess—show the other guys how much you love my cock.” 

Your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your thighs tensed around his waist, almost clamping the air out of his lungs from how hard you were clenching around him. The minute ticks, the red lines you left down his back, and your eyes rolling back into your skull arrived at a blinding crescendo.

“Oh! Ugh, Rin—!” 

Your first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, steamrolling every thought from your blank mind. Rin’s face fell into the crook of your neck, and his stuttering hips brought forth a fountain of warmth flowing freely into your womb. 

You were coasting, high on hormones and pleasure, when he disappeared from your embrace, only to be replaced by another body. Kunigami’s lips on your skin were like warm fluttering butterfly wings, slowly bringing you back to the ground.

“I’m here next, okay, baby?” His tender tone didn’t prepare you for how his cock stretched you out. 

“Too big,” you muttered, losing every shred of your composure and shame to hiccup those dirty words. “You’re t-too big.”

“Yeah?” He kissed your tears away. “Aren’t you glad I can stretch you out? Give your sweet body some practice when you have to push out our babies?” 

His words ignited a flame right in your lower belly—making you cry out when Rensuke started to slip inside your already overflowing hole. Gushes of white streaked your thighs, the other men’s releases staining the bed underneath you. 

As you got used to his slightly wider girth, you didn’t expect Kunigami to roll you on your hands and knees. His cock slid back into your waiting heat, the angle making him feel bigger, and stretching you out even more. 

But, it also placed you face to face with the other guys who were eyeing you hungrily—none more so than Reo. 

One thick hand wound the hair around the nape of your neck to snap your head up, keeping you firmly in place to watch the lust dancing in their eyes.

“You really should see how fucking sexy you look, baby,” Chigiri hummed, those bright eyes latched onto the spot where you and Kunigami were connected. “We could eat you whole—you fucking little slut.”

“So pretty,” Reo cooed, and Nagi nodded in agreement. 

The lilac-haired man got bold enough to stride up to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed where your swinging tits were mesmerising him. 

“Raise her up a little bit, Ren.” 

Kunigami obeyed Reo’s orders, settling on his haunches and bringing you up with one arm securely snug around your neck. Your tinier hands fluttered to the thick trunk of his forearm as if trying to pry him off, the breath in your lungs knocked out by Rensuke’s headlock. 

But, whatever bit of oxygen you managed to inhale from Kunigami’s loosening hold was taken away as Reo leaned forward to kiss and suck your tits. He massaged the neglected one with one hand, his lips busy toying with your right nipple. You watched with bated breath as his tongue caressed the hardening flesh, the firm suction of his lips on the vulnerable flesh sending pangs of pleasure straight to your core.

You cried out, throwing your head back to bump Rensuke’s chin. He grunted, and shifted his arm a bit so he could grasp your neck instead, holding you steady as his cock wrecked you and Reo’s mouth on your tits continued driving you insane.

“She’s drooling,” Nagi drawled, catching their attention. 

Every eye zeroed in on your blissed-out face, your mouth parting and a little bit of spit dripping past your chin. Kunigami chuckled, breathless and almost feral when he leaned forward to sloppily make out with you. 

The sound of wet lips smacking on each other and a big cock stirring you closer to another orgasm made every man in the room throb—even those who had already come. Every footballer was thinking of the numerous ways he could bend you over and fuck you hard until you squirted all over them; each of their mind’s eye tainted with your sweet moans and even sweeter release.

You gave a short scream, your orgasm catching everyone off guard when you almost folded forward if it wasn’t for Reo catching you. Your body was shuddering like someone had tasered you—a pure scream of pleasure rebounding across the thin walls.

Reo held you as you sobbed, your release triggering Kunigami’s own orgasm. More warmth filled you up and you had lost track of how many men had already came in you; your brain a complete mush with no solid thoughts in it.

Like clockwork, another cock filled you—this time it was Reo’s again—and your mouth was stuffed with someone else's length. You were dragged into a cowgirl position by Reo who let Nagi mount you from the back, both of their lengths taking turns pistoning into your stretched out heat.

“Disgusting,” someone muttered in disdain over the sounds of two men concurrently fucking one woman. Neither of you cared, and you were pulled into a sloppy makeout session with Nagi as Reo continued sucking and licking your already reddened nipples.

Every part of your orifice was swollen, but you still took Chigiri without complaint when it was his turn. You were already like jelly at this point, your entire body sagging on the bed and going numb from the neverending pleasure.

Thankfully, he was quicker, cumming into you within minutes, and kissing you on the forehead afterwards. Your hole was stuffed to the brim with white hot cum, and you thought you couldn’t take anymore until you felt Bachira sliding behind you, hitching your thighs up.

“Hey, Princess,” the golden-eyed menace cooed. “Did you think we would forget about you?” 

You felt the bed dip, and Isagi’s face swam in your vision. He came closer to give you a kiss, and his lips felt like a soothing balm on a hot day. 

“Yoichi,” you whispered, eyes heavy and body already close to shutting down from exhaustion. “M’so tired.”

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” the dark-haired man whispered. “But, Meguru and I haven’t had our turn with you yet. It would be unfair if we didn't, right?” He gently stroked your cheek, voice saturated with fake sympathy. “You wouldn’t want us to not fuck you after you’ve already taken everyone’s cock, right? You’re not that cruel to deny us, are you, baby?”

“Fucking twisted weirdo,” you heard another person quip. But, you were too far gone to stop the collision of his lips on yours, that skilled mouth drinking away all of your complaints.

As he distracted you, Bachira slipped his thick and veiny cock right into your waiting cunt, his groan low and erotic against your shoulder. 

“How’re you still so wet and tight after so many rounds?” He nipped your shoulder in frustration, setting a pace that rutted your body back and forth on the soft sheets. “You’re a fucking nympho, baby—so needy for our cocks.”

“Shut up,” you groaned in between Yoichi’s hot mouth pressing onto yours. You tried to squirm away to get back some of your lost breath, but Isagi refused to let you part from his lips. He chased after you, mouth sealing over yours again and again as you tried to twist your head this way and that. 

Strings of spittle clung to both of your chins, and that sick part inside of you which wanted more pushed the voice of common sense in your head out of the way—making you fall head over heels for Yoichi’s mouth on yours. You kissed him back with as much hunger and zeal as your tired body could muster, pushing your boundaries right to the very edge. 

Isagi’s ego fed heartily on your submission, greedily taking everything you gave him.

By the end of this sloppy makeout session, your lips were tingling, and Bachira had already come inside of you—getting off to the sight of his best friend and the girl they were sharing stuck in an intimate lip lockdown.

The last man to take you was drawing it out. He took your face in his hands, nudging you free from Bachira’s grasp and rolling you into his arms.

“Out,” Isagi commanded, in a tone that broke no argument. “Leave me and Y/N alone.”

The rest of the guys began to grumble, but one sharp glare from the terrifying striker was enough to quiet everyone down. Indisputably, Yoichi ran the show, and his ego was bigger than any of theirs combined—the lesser knew when to give way to someone who could devour them without regrets.

Everyone turned to leave, and the last one was Rin who hovered by the doorway, unwilling to abandon you to Yoichi’s devices. The other dark-haired man shot his nemesis a frigid stare that could’ve frozen over Hell’s fires.

“Out, Itoshi.” 

The younger man countered his superior’s glare with a mutinous one of his own. 

“Who’s to say you won’t hurt her?” Rin’s nostrils flared, flickering his gaze to your closed eyes and limp body. “We can’t trust you with her.”

Isagi snorted. “If you want to watch, be my guest. I’ll fuck her so good she’ll forget about you assholes.”

The competition was on, and you were the final prize for these men to win. But, it wasn’t just your body they wanted—each of them fought to secure your womb so it would grow their fruits and give them the family they dreamed of. 

You were their greatest treasure, and they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safe—even watching the other men to make sure none of them would hurt you. 

Isagi was a packaged dynamite waiting to blow; he was too unpredictable and Rin would hate himself if he pushed you too far or injured you in any shape or form. He planted himself against the wall, arms folded across his chest while those searing teal eyes watched you gasp and preen for Isagi’s attention. 

The dark-haired man was playing with your clit, using the dirtiest tactic to rile you up so you would explode in pleasure for him. His mouth was toying with your swollen nipples, and Rin winced when he bit on the tender nub, earning your shriek. It didn’t take a genius to see you were hanging on the tether of your sanity, and with your body already keyed up to the hundreds, your next orgasm was sure to leave you delirious.

Your small hands wound up in his hair, holding him close despite the excruciating pleasure. If Yoichi was the current wrecking you apart, he was also the life buoy you clung on to as your body coasted on the unending pleasure.

“I don’t even need to make you wet, baby,” he breathed right into the shell of your ear, gripping your hips hard. “You’re already so stretched out for me.”

Your breathing caught, a hitched moan echoing around the room when he sank deep into your heat with little to no prep. Isagi kissed you on your lax mouth, and tasted your tears right on his tongue.

“You okay, baby?” He forced your face to his, and your eyes fluttered open. All you could give was a tired nod, and he grinned down at you. “Okay. Are you ready?” 

You nodded again, and that was when another person caught your attention. “Rin?” 

“M’here,” the other dark-haired striker murmured, his eyes softening with fondness when you smiled at him. “I’ll make sure you get your rest afterwards.”

You hummed, and the idea of knocking off to sleep sounded so good, your eyes had already slipped close. 

“Hey—focus on me, sweetheart.”

Isagi’s hand around your neck squeezed down, cutting off your air supply. You gasped and sputtered, eyes rolling wide open. His grin was feral, touched with a hint of insanity. “Good girl. Now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.”

He pushed your back onto the pillows, and your eyes instantly went to where you both were connected. Isagi’s pretty cock was smeared with your juices and the other men’s cum, the sight alone so filthy it made your cheeks flush.

“‘Ichi,” you hiccuped, going dumb on every stroke of his heavy cock against your velvet walls. “I-I’m close.” 

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the overstimulation touching you like a livewire. He rolled his hips into yours, the sloppy sounds of your pussy getting him higher than any risky goal. There was a reason he went last, and it was because he wanted to savour the sounds you were making; the way your pretty eyes went all glassy and hazy just for him. 

Isagi loved you so fucking much, he swore he couldn’t breathe when you started to chant his name.

“‘Ichi, ‘Ichi,” you gasped out, twisting in his grip, your back arching. “K-Kiss me, ‘Ichi.” 

He obliged you, ignoring the jealous presence waiting right in the wings, waiting for him to fuck up. But, Isagi was gentle with you. He tenderly planted hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your parted lips, drinking in your sweet whines and mewls of desperation. Isagi himself wasn’t in control of his body; that was the effect you had on him.

You drove him crazy with your supple love and beautiful smiles. Everytime you looked at him, it felt like he had been shot right in the chest. Yoichi was so, so crazy for you, and luckily for him, your feelings were the same.

He let Rin get an eyeful of you licking his lower lip, your treacherous side coming to light when you blatantly showed off your preference for the unassuming striker. The other man looked like he was swallowing shards of concrete, his expression twisted in disgust. But, Isagi had already given him an out and Rin didn’t want to take it—he was stuck with the consequences of his actions. 

“Yoichi,” you sighed out his name, all stickily sweet in your high-pitched moan. “I love you, ‘Ichi.” 

“Yeah?” Isagi grunted, your little confession going straight to his burgeoning ego. “Say it louder, baby. Tell the whole world what you feel for me.”

“I love you,” your gasp of pleasure when he changed the angle of his driving hips fed the monster inside of him. “I love you!” 

“Fuck,” Isagi bit down on your neck, leaving behind a mark for the other men to see. Rin’s own marks were on your shoulders and breasts, but Isagi had gone one step further to make his impression on the tender skin between your neck and jaw—right above your pulse point. It was so every beat of your heart echoed with his imprint and every time any of the boys looked at you, they were reminded of who you loved the most.

 “‘Ichi,” you gasped out, and your stuttering hips told Isagi you were already close. Your thighs tensed around him, and he fueled your unravelling further by rubbing on your clit with his rough thumb, the action making you jerk and gasp like you had been electrocuted.

“Yoichi… ‘Ichi… Yoichi!” you cried out his name as your body gave one final push—your release slamming into you with the force of a thousand brick walls, dragging you straight into darkness.

You thought you might’ve died in this instance. Your entire body felt too heavy, and you could physically hear every beat of your heart.

Someone was holding you tightly to his chest, his lips peppering gentle kisses on your face. You pried your eyes open after what felt like two hours trying to recollect your bearings, only to find a pair of teal eyes gazing down at you in worry.

“Baby?” Rin’s voice was soft and unintrusive. He let you get used to the bright light of a warm afternoon—watching you stretch yourself and ease your muscles.

“What time is it?” you asked in a thick voice. Staring down your body, someone had cleaned you up and dressed you in Kunigami’s oversize t-shirt and Rin’s boxers. You felt refreshed and well-taken care of, your entire heart swelling eight times its size to fit your love for every man in there.

Rin leaned forward and you caught his face with your shaky palms, caressing those defined cheekbones. 

“You slept for almost an hour. Bachira thought you had died.” 

You stifled a giggle, tracing your thumbs over the shape of his mouth. Rin let you pull him in for a kiss, and like the worrywart he was, he didn’t deepen it, not wanting to give into the insatiable lust humming in his veins.

If you thought one horny, touch-starved man was a handful, you hadn’t expected the other seven to come through the door and pile up on the bed, each of them clamouring to cuddle you.

You giggled when Nagi tripped over Reo to snuggle up on your left side, only to be stopped by Bachira who literally yanked the taller man out of the way to steal his place. In the end, you took turns cuddling with each man, their deep sigh of relief that things had turned out great and not as weird as they thought, fed right into your relaxed soul. 

As sunlight streamed in through the blinds, the outside world may be in an upheaval, but within these four walls, you were as safe as you could be in your favourite football team’s arms.

©️lalunanymph, 2023

cw: threesome (mmf), spitroasting, creampie, degradation

Loud moans and deep groans fill your small living room. Katsuki’s eyes move from where your mouth is wrapped around him, shuddering at the sight of Eijirou taking you from behind. His hips begin to rut faster into your mouth, matching the other man’s thrusts. He bites onto his lip to stop the loud whine from escaping his throat as Eijirou's eyes meet his own. Both sets of red hooded with lust, before Kirishima lets out a low, “Fuck,” at the lust filled stare coming from the other man.

Bakugou eyes move back to you, the way you take him fully down your mouth. Feeling the vibrations of your moans shoot up his cock when Eijirou begins to rub your clit in harsh circles. “Such a dirty bitch, takin’ us like this,” Bakugou sneers, hips rutting harsher into you as he feels his release building deep in his core. “Ya like when we use you like this? Make ya our little cock sleeve?”

You whine loudly at that, mouth moving faster, hips pushing Kirishima deeper into your pussy. It’s filthy really, how wet you are. Your cries of pleasure fill the room as Katsuki pulls you off his cock, hands clasping around the back of your neck as yours grip his wrists. His thumbs cradle your chin, brushing softly against your cheek. And fuck- you look so good like this. Getting fucked on another man’s cock. The kiss he pulls you into is nothing short of dirty. Whining and drooling into his mouth as Eijirou angles his hips up, his cock hitting the soft spot deep in you every time he thrusts back into you.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he whispers, “how good it feels taking another man’s cock.”

“So- so good ‘suki. feels so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah- yes! Yes, fuck, he’s fucking me so good! Gonna make me cum.”

Your eyes roll back as Katsuki begins to move you, using his grip on the back of your neck as leverage to fuck you harder against Kirishima’s cock.

“Go on then, cum for me. Be a good little bitch and milk his fucking cock.”

Mewls and whines spill from both you and Kirishima’s lips at his words. You move a hand from his wrist to wrap around Katsuki’s cock, moving in time with the way he fucks you onto Eijirou. “Fuck- shit, Baku- Kat-Katsuki,” Eijirou moans, “I’m-I’m gonna cum.” His fingers circle your clit faster— harsher. Kirishima’s thrusts becoming sloppy as he nears his end.

“Yeah? Gonna cum in this sloppy fuckin pussy?” Katsuki says, “my fuckin pussy.”

You cry out at his words, walls clenching down on Kirishima as you cum. Mixed whines of both of their names fall from your lips as Katsuki moves you harder on Kirishima, riding out your high. Both men groan your name as they finish, Katsuki rutting into your hand faster as he finishes where you and Eijirou are joined. The feeling of Kirishima stuffing you full of his own release has your eyes rolling back.

“Good girl,” Kirishima whispers to you, rubbing your sides gently.

“Yeah,” Katsuki says in agreement, pressing a kiss to your head, “good fuckin girl.

kirishima x bakugou x f!reader

summary - you're a shy transfer student who's paired with kirishima for a project, by chance, you meet his boyfriend. porn with not a lot of plot.

a/n - smut, threesome, bakugou and kirishima are both bi and so is reader, college au, quirkless au, praise, degradation, shy reader, sorry for slandering shinsou, unprotected sex, face fucking, impact play, cumplay ig im, i forgot that this was mostly filth when i went to re edit it. repost from my old blog, katsupeach. kirishima and bakugou's heights are described but they're bigger than you, daddy kink, some mild hurt comfort, they like you more than a one night stand isn't that nice.

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Being paired with the sunny extroverted football player for your essay project wasn’t your worst nightmare, but only because your subconscious was rarely so creatively cruel. You traced the assignment with your finger, checking again to make sure that it was right. F/N L/N, Kirishima Eijirou. Fuck. You look up, and to your embarrassment, he’s looking over at you, and you make eye contact. He shoots you a bright smile that you attempt to return. Professor Aizawa continues talking about the project, but you’re not listening, you’re too busy wiping your clammy hands on your jeans. You dart out of the classroom, through the hallways, and onto the quad but of course, he catches you. 

“Hey, hey y/n!” Shit. You turn around and there he is, towering over you. 

“Hi.” You say. 

“Do you wanna exchange numbers? Talk about the project?” He grins at you. “You’re a transfer, right? 

“Yeah,” you say quickly. “Don’t worry about the project, I’ll just do it. I don’t mind.” He blinks at you. 

“No, uh, no way,” He sheepishly touches the back of his neck. “I can’t letcha do that, I promise I won’t hold you back.” You swallow nervously. 

“It’s really fine.” You respond, barely audible. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, I won’t be that bad.” He reaches out to touch your upper arm and you flinch from him. “Sorry, I just,” he withdraws his hand, “Let’s get coffee if you don’t have class? On me.” You tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh, um sure.” He leads you to the student union, chattering about the reading, making it so you barely have to fill in the blanks of the conversation. He leans down to you when you get to the barista, 

“Whaddya want, I’ll order for you.” 

“Just a latte.” You say. He moves around you to order, careful not to touch you. 

“She’ll have a latte, and I’ll have a Caramel Frappucino.” He says, smiling gently at you. “Let’s grab a booth, it’ll be quieter.” You let him lead you across the busy student union, holding both of your hot coffees. He’s right, it’s a little quieter in the booth. “Do you have any ideas?” 

“Yeah,” You tuck your hair behind your ears. “I was thinking, maybe um something about, the pre-raphaelites, and how their ultra-realism was a revolution that actually went so hard that it transcended realism to become nonrepresentational.” He blinks at you. 

“Yeah, uh, okay, let’s do that.” You sigh. 

“Just let me do it.” 

“No, no,” he says quickly, “I’m a little behind in the reading, that’s all, I’ll catch up and then I’ll understand. Let’s look now, at one of the paintings, and you can explain it to me.” You take a sip of your coffee and flip to a page in your three hundred dollar textbook, complete with glossy colored pictures. 

“This is Ophelia, by John Edwin Millais.” He looks at the pale woman lying in the reeds. 

“Oh shit, is she dead?” You swallow. 

“Yeah, of course, she is, she’s Ophelia.” He looks sheepish. “From Hamlet. She pretty famously dies.” He looks even more sheepish. 

“Uh, okay.” He puts his palms up. “Tell you what, I will catch up on the reading. I will. And then we can divide up work, and get started. I will not be the mean jock that makes you do this yourself. I refuse.” 

“Frankly that’s more honor than I expected from you.” He laughs, touching the back of his neck. 

“Jeez. Sorry that my fellow athletes did ya so dirty. Scouts honor, I won’t leave you high and dry.” He’s oozing sincerity. You don’t trust it. 

“Okay.” He raises his eyebrows and then straightens. 

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me now. I’m gonna prove it.” He looks down at the textbook. “Okay, she’s dead, keep explaining.” 

“So she’s dead, but look at all the flowers around her. Her death is a tragedy, and it’s considered one of the most eloquent descriptions of death in literature.” 

“Ooh,” Kirishima takes his phone out. “Let me google it. What’s it from again?” You smile nervously. 

“It’s Lady Gertrude’s speech, from Hamlet.” He squints at his screen. 

“Wait, what language is this in?” You laugh a little despite yourself. 

“English,” you say, “give it here, I’ll demonstrate.” He hands you his phone, it’s cool and heavy in your hands. “No case?” 

“I don’t drop things.” He says, a hint of pride in his voice. You laugh, genuinely. 

“There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds, Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,” your voice is low, Kirishima leans in across the table to hear what you’re saying. “When down her weedy trophies and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,” He feels a blush creep onto his cheeks, there’s something almost sensual about the music of your words. “Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress,” Kirishima’s breath hitches in his throat. 

“Oh,” he interrupts you, “Oh I get it.” You nod. “Wait but please don’t stop.” He begs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Go on.” You give him a small smile. 

“Or like a creature native and endued unto that element. But long it could not be

till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay, to muddy death.” He sighs with happiness. 

“Wow.” He breathes. “Reading Shakespeare doesn’t feel like that.” 

“That’s because he wrote plays,” you explain, “And plays, like poetry, were always meant to be experienced as spoken word entertainment rather than read.” He nods vigorously. 

“That makes so much sense!” He grins, still leaning rather close to you across the table. 

“Oi, shitty hair!” Someone snarls and you jump, gasping in surprise. “And what the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugou Katsuki, loud, brash, and Quarterback of the football team leans over your table. You shrink from him. 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima chastizes. “You can’t snap at people like that. You scared the shit out of her, I just got her to start talking to me.” He shakes his head. “Y/n, I’m sorry, this is my boyfriend.” You blink in surprise. “Yeah, we’re both bi.” He confirms, fielding your expression with expert precision. Bakugou elbows his way next to Kirishima in the booth, dropping his textbooks. “Y/n was just reading me some Shakespeare for context on this.” He points to the Millais, your textbook still lying open. 

“That Ophelia?” He asks you and you nod. “So you were reading him Lady Gertrude’s speech.” You blink at him. “Yeah, we’re not all fuckin’ idiots.” He says, hitting Kirishima lightly on the back of the head. “But go ahead, I want to hear it.” 

“Oh um,” your face burns. “I was done. I mean it’s a short passage.” 

“Something else then,” he grins, “I like to watch him struggle.” Kirishima swats at his boyfriend, who dodges and smiles. You hand him his phone back.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say and he narrows his eyes, and scrolls through his phone. 

“Shitty hair we’ll give you somethin’ easy, just tell us what this means.” 

“Why can’t you read it?” You say a little annoyed and he grins. 

“You’ll see.” He selects something on his phone and then hands it to you. 

“Oh.” You say, a scowl forming on your lips, seeing Katherine’s monologue. “You want me to read the Shakespearean equivalent of yes sir, I would be happy to make you that sandwich?” 

“What?” Kirishima blinks. Bakugou looks like he’s about to speak but you cut him off. 

“Kirishima look at me.” He does. “This was the first thing we were supposed to read in this course. Have you done any of the reading for this class?” Kirishima goes bright red, shrinking nervously from Bakugou. 

“Shitty hair?” Bakugou growls. “Skippin’ out on the reading, huh?” You raise your eyebrows and start to gather your things. Kirishima buries his face in his hands. 

“Wait,” you stop and look at him, you’d already stood to make your escape. “Please help me study, please help me catch up.” He eyes Bakugou. “He’s the meanest tutor, and I feel like you wouldn’t be.” You sigh. 

“Kirishima, we’re not even friends.” You reach for your coffee but he looks so hurt that you pause. Bakugou snorts. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where it took you more than five minutes to make friends with someone,” he eyes you, “What’s your deal? You’re a transfer, right?” Your hands shake a little as you respond. 

“Yep.” It could be your imagination, but for a fraction of a second, Bakugou’s eyes flick to your hands before moving back to your face, softening a little. 

“Please.” Kirishima says, taking a step forward. “I’ll do something for you, anything.” You sigh, looking away. “I’ll introduce you to all our friends!” he offers. “You don’t know anyone, right?” 

“And I like it that way.” You counter and that gets a genuine laugh out of Bakugou. “I’ll tutor you, though,” you offer, “On one condition.” Kirishima nods, and you sit back down. “I will make every decision about this project.”  

“That’s fine!” He says brightly. “Thank you, thank you so much.” Bakugou clears his throat, you’re still holding his phone. 

“Actually,” you say, “This is an ok place to start.” You turn the phone to Kirishima on the table who shakes his head. 

“Read it to me, please, please it sounds so much better.” You massage your temples, watching Bakugou smirk. 

“Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.” You say, not sure where to look. 

“Ok, so don’t question your boss.” Kirishima says, “Got it.” 

“Not quite.” You say. “Very sweet of you to immediately strip the clearly gendered terminology from this passage.” Bakugou knocks shoulders with his boyfriend. 

“Try again.” He motions for you to continue. 

“It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov’d is like a fountain troubled- Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.” 

“Oh.” Kirishima says. “This is about, uh, like, when women aren’t sweet they’re ugly?” You nod, smiling. 

“Yeah, that’s as decent interpretation. Think about the words, a woman moved is like a fountain troubled, women who have strong emotion or even rational thought that’s being read as emotion due to a sexist lense, has as much value as a fountain that’s broken, spewing mud. Think about that metaphor.” Kirishima’s brow furrows. 

“I don’t like this. I love it when women aren’t sweet.” Then he smiles at you. “‘Course, if they wanna be, that’s fine by me.” You hand Bakugou his phone back. 

“I’m finished debasing my gender for your entertainment.” You say to the blonde, and scribble something down on a scrap of paper. “I’m free Saturday afternoon, this is my number, text me if you want to be tutored.”  

_______

On Friday night, you’re curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and your favorite show, with a soft blanket, happily alone in your single. You get a text from Kirishima. 

Kirishima: hey! We’re having a movie night. Wanna come over?

You: I’m good, thanks 

Kirishima: come on, what are you doing?

You: watching Jane the Virgin

Kirishima: alone or am I interrupting a netflix and chill session

You: aaaaaaaaa i like being alone it’s fine 

You toss your phone aside, ignoring it’s incessant buzzing, watching Jane pick out a wedding dress, tearing up when her father shows up. You have a moment where you genuinely struggle with the desire to respond, grappling with your own social anxiety before choosing the comfort of being alone. There’s a soft knock at the door. You throw a zip up hoodie on over your tank top. 

“Hey,” There’s a guy standing in the hallway with dark hair. You don’t recognize him. “I’m Shindou, your next door neighbor.” You shrug. 

“Hi, can I help you?” You can smell the alcohol on his breath, he runs his fingers through his hair.. 

“Can I come in?” He asks, smiling brilliantly. You shake your head. 

“No thanks,” you lean against the doorframe. “What’s up?” He takes a step near you. 

“You can um,” he says, smiling sheepishly, “I was hoping I could come in.”  He’s swaying a little. 

“Nope,” you try and close the door but he wedges an elbow into it, catching the door frame in a large hand.

“I would like you to leave.” You say, with as much firmness as you can muster. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.” He says, smiling, “Come on, don’t be a bitch about this,” 

“Don’t be a bitch about what?” A familiar voice growls from down the hallway.

“Just leave.” You say, pleading, trying again to close the door on him but he shoves his way in, stumbling drunk. You jump out of the way but he knocks into you, and you slam against the chest of drawers next to your door, the air rushing from your lungs. Strong hands pull  him back though, as you catch yourself before he can hit the ground. You see Bakugou slam him against a wall. 

“Walk it the fuck off.” Bakugou snarls, before turning his attention to you. “Text Kirishima back. You’re hurting his feelings.” He says, before registering your face, how shaken you are. “Oh shit, don’t fuckin’ cry.” Your hands shake, hard. 

“W-what are you doing in my building?” You ask. He blinks at you. 

“I live here.” He points to the black garbage bag he put down to grab Shindo. “That guys an asshole. Stay away from him.” You nod and he sighs, looking away. “Fine.” He pushes his way into your room, and before you can say anything he’s wrapping his arms around you. “Shh, or shut up or somethin’, okay?” You bury your face in his neck, it does feel nice, to be held. He lets you go after about a minute. “Come on. Movie night.” 

“I don’t-” 

“Did that sound like a fuckin’ invitation to you?” He snarls. “Because I meant it like a goddamn order.” You nod, sniffling a little. He waits for you while you pick up your phone and slip into some shoes. 

“Gonna uh,” he says, “Gonna put pants on?” You turn beet red and lift the end of your long hoodie to reveal the shorts you were wearing, he looks almost disappointed. “Come on then, we don’t have all damn night.” You grab your room key and phone and follow him down the hallway to the garbage shoot, and then up to his room. He lived on the fourth floor, and his room had slanted ceilings that were covered with posters. There’s a small crowd gathered on an array of beanbag chairs, and the small dorm room was spotless. Kirishima’s face lights up. 

“You came!” He says, getting up and giving you a quick hug. 

“Some fuckin’ asshole tried to barge into her room.” Bakugou growls. “Dick.” Kirishima’s eyes widen. 

“Who?” He says to Bakugou. Bakugou rolls his eyes. 

“Shindo, who the fuck else?” Kirishima’s jaw tightens for a second before turning to the group, snatching a remote and pausing the movie. 

“Hey! This is y/n. She’s really nice so try not to scare her off.” They introduce you to their friends, Denki, Mina, and Sero. “She’s a transfer.” They greet you, someone hands you a drink and you settle in an empty bean bag chair. Kirishima sits next to you, his face a little flushed. 

“Hey,” He says quietly. “Did you read my texts or did Bakugou just spirit you up here to make me happy?” You blink at him. 

“Um I didn’t read them.” you confess. “I just, people make me so nervous.” He nods. 

“I can tell.” He looks away. “I was pretty excited to be partnered with you. I uh, I’ve missed everything we were supposed to be learning in class because I keep staring at you.” 

“You’re drunk.” You say and he shrugs. 

“Catch up.” You hit him lightly on the back of the head, 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He laughs and slips an arm around you. 

“We have an understanding.” He leans over, “And honestly I think he likes you too.” You make a decision and down your drink quickly, then settle into the crook of his arm. He moves you, so that you’re flush against his side. You look around nervously but Sero and Mina are full on making out and ignoring the movie, Denki’s fallen asleep. You feel his breath on your ear and your neck erupts in goosebumps. “Can I get you another drink?” You nod, face burning. You turn your face and meet his eyes, for just a moment. “Hey, Bakugou, can you pass me that?” Kirishima points to the half empty bottle of vodka. You’d almost forgotten the blonde. Bakugou is lying on his bed, but he gets up, grabbing it and a plastic bottle of fruit juice. He sits down slowly on the other side of the beanbag chair with a grunt, taking your red plastic cup from you and dumping the rest of the cranberry juice in it. Kirishima gets on his side, resting his head in one of his palms. You mimic his movements, snuggling into his hard chest. Bakugou rolls his eyes and pours less than one shot into your cup. You pout.

“What? You don’t need more to drink.” He grumbles. You take the cup from him, and sip it. 

“This is basically just juice!” You complain and you feel Kirishima groan softly as you push up a little on the beanbag chair to get closer to Bakugou, inadvertently pressing your ass against his crotch. He takes one of your hips in his huge hand, reaching under your hoodie, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

“I said you don’t need any more to drink.” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve got half a goddamn mind to take that from ya,” he eyes the cup, “And just get you both water.” Kirishima’s hand travels up under your hoodie, pushing your tank top up to rest on your waist. You give Bakugou your best, brattiest smile, and tip the cranberry juice drink into your mouth, chugging it and then handing him your empty cup. He smiles evilly and cocks his head to one side. “Brat. You’ll pay for that.” You shrug, feeling Kirishima start to rub circles into your skin, to draw your body closer to his.

“You should be nicer to him.” Kirishima says, as Bakugou climbs onto the beanbag chair, laying down and facing you. He watches your face carefully as Kirishima’s hand moves lower, under the elastic band of your shorts. You can feel his swelling erection rubbing against your ass. “He calls the shots around here, baby.” He parts your folds with two fingers and you feel your face warm as he drags his fingers lazily across your slit. He presses gently, experimentally, on your clit and your mouth drops open, sucking a sharp breath. 

Bakugou’s lips crash down on yours, muffling the sweet hiccuping moan that would have escaped your lips as Kirishima starts to circle your clit with one calloused hand. His kiss is hot, searing, and he swipes your lips with his tongue before slipping it between them, keeping you quiet in the darkness as the others watch the movie intently. He guides you carefully, cupping your face in expert hands, while Kirishima locks your body against his with one arm wrapped under your ribs, and tortures you with the other. 

“She’s so wet.” He whispers. “When’s the last time anyone touched you, baby?” He coos. Of course you don’t answer, you can’t, as he dips a finger into your aching core, and you bite down hard on Bakugou’s lip. You taste blood and the blonde pulls away from you, something wild in his eyes. You get out half a gasp before his mouth is back on yours, this time he reaches for your body, you hear your hoodie unzip. He reaches under your sweatshirt, palming your breasts, grunting softly. You hold onto his arms, digging little half moons in the contours of his bicep. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soft.” He says into your mouth. “Gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” You nod, Anything, anything as long as Kirishima didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, pressing against that one bundle of nerves in a way that was making your eyes roll and your face hot. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Bakugou lifts your tank top over your shirt and pulls your breasts out of your bra. “Nice tits.” He groans, before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hungrily. 

“She’s gonna cum.” Kirishima warns, and it’s true you can feel that tight coil in your stomach, feel the muscles in your thighs tense, as you near your release. To your dismay, Bakugou chuckles. 

“Nah, she doesn’t need it yet.” He moves back up into your eyeline. “In case you’re too stupid to understand that, you’re not allowed to cum yet, got it.” You meet his intense gaze and he rolls his eyes and covers your mouth with his free hand. “I wanna see you fuckin’ cry for it.” You flex your feet, squirming against Kirishima as you reach our and hold onto Bakugou’s muscled forearms. You feel his breath, hot on your ear. “C’mon bitch.” He growls. “I said I wanted to see you cry.” Kirishima drags his thrumb roughly across your clit and you nearly lose it, screwing up your face in concentration. 

“Aw,” Kirishima coos. “She wants to be a good girl so bad, Katsuki.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re doing so well, baby.” Bakugou grabs your jaw roughly, holding it so tightly that you’re forced to part your lips, panting like a dog. Your eyes start to water, it hurts, it hurts so badly, you just want to cum, you’ll do anything, you’re desperate for it. Your lower lip trembles as the first tear rolls down your cheek, disappearing into the fabric of the beanbag chair. 

“Harder.” Bakugou orders, and you can see him palming his cock with his free hand through his pants. For a second you think he’s talking to you but when Kirishima picks up the pace you realize you were wrong, he watches you tremble. “You look fucking pathetic.” He snarls. “What would you give me, to cum, right now?” 

“Anything.” You breathe, eyes watering. “Anything you wanted.” He grins again, that same wildness in his eyes before he spits in your open mouth. 

“Swallow.” He commands, still speaking lowly enough so that his friends, apparently incredibly stoned, can’t here. “Then cum for me, bitch.” You release the coil you’d been holding and your whole body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, Kirishima carefully carries you through your high. You’re vaguely aware, on some level, of how you’re gushing around his fingers, of his little groan,

“Shit, she clenches so hard when she cums.” Kirishima breathes. Bakugou’s mouth is pressed against yours, muffling the desperate moan that comes from deep within you. Your hands shake as you grab fistfuls of his t-shirt and hold on for dear life. When your vision clears you’re on your back between the two men. Kirishima is brushing the hair softly off your forehead, and Bakugou is pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek. “Is your room empty, baby?” Kirishima asks and you nod, unable to speak yet. “Should we go there?” You nod again and try to stand, feeling how sticky your shorts have become, the drying slick on your thighs. 

“Wait!” Kirishima says and your knees give out. Bakugou catches you easily, lifting you in his arms and rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t try and walk after cumming like that, stupid.” He says, shaking his head. They walk down to  your empty dorm room, where when they flick the lights on, your long forgotten mug of hot chocolate is on the window sill, probably ice cold. 

“This is so cute!” Kirishima coos. “You know I’ve had a crush on you all semester.” He smoothes out  your baby blue comforter. “It’s not exactly how I’ve imagined it, but it’s so you.” Bakugou deposits you on the bed. 

“Knew there was a reason you had no fuckin’ clue what was happening in that class.” He looks at you. “When you can talk again he’s gonna need a goddamn tutor, so I hope we didnt fuck anything in there,” he taps your forehead, “up permanently.”  Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou continues. “But if you’re not talkin’ I can think of much better uses for your mouth.” You nod, and clear your throat with a high pitched grunt. 

“You uh,” you look at Kirishima. “You like me?” 

“I may or may not have begged the professor to pair us together for this project.” You giggle. 

“Oi, sorry,” Bakugou snaps. “I meant suck my fuckin’ dick.” You flush, embarassed, he sits on your chair, unzipping his pants and putting one of your pillows at his feet. “Crawl.” He says pointing lazily at his feet. You slip all the way out of your hoodie before obliging. 

“She’s really so good,” Kirishima coos, “I knew that attitude was all an act, right, baby, you just wanna make us feel good, right?” You barely hear him, Bakugou’s taken his dick out of his pants and there’s no other word for it, it’s pretty. Long and thick, the head a deep pink and dripping with precum. 

“Yeah.” You say softly, before taking the tip of him in your mouth, giving it a little kitten lick to clean the precum off of it before taking as much of it as you can, drooling sloppily on his lap. He groans. 

“Fuck, yeah princess, just like that,” He catches your eyes, “Love the way your lips look on my fat fuckin’ cock, look up at me, like that.” He looks up, putting one hand on the back of your head, setting a pace for you, forcing you just a little farther with each thrust. “What are you waiting for, shitty hair?” He growls. “Just gonna watch?” Kirishima runs his fingers through his hair and glances at Bakugou’s hands, tangled in your hair, “Awww,” Bakugou makes the sweetest sound his gravel allows, “You were waiting for permission, like a good boy.” Kirishima nods. 

“Y-yes, sir.” He says. 

“Take her shorts off.” Bakugou orders, leaning back in your fold up chair, the canvas groaning.” You lovinging flick  your tongue over the underside of his cock. He pulls you back off of him though and speaks, “Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. If you tap me,” He says, tapping his own thigh, in case you were too stupid to understand that, “I will stop. Understand?” You nod. “Say it.” He says gruffly. 

“I understand.” You say, and he reaches down, parting your soft lips with his thumb. You suck it hungrily and he smiles when you scrape your teeth against the pad of his finger. 

“Get back to work.” He orders, and you do, taking as much of him as you can, concentrating on keeping your throat relaxed, swelling with pride at every little groan you elicit from his mouth. Kirishima kneels behind you, letting out a soft whine as he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. 

“She’s so wet,” Kirishima moans, ‘Can, can I please fuck her, please?” Bakugou takes his eyes off yours for a moment, not releasing the back of your head. 

“Have you been a good fuckin’ boy?” He asks huskily. Kirishima nods emphatically. “Hmmm,” Bakugou rumbles, closing his eyes in pleasure as you drool on his cock. “What do you think,” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his dick, “Want him to fuck you?” You turn around and look at him, and gasp a little. He’s so big, the biggest you’ve ever seen, wide and long, at least 8 inches, purple tipped and dripping with precum. He’s pumping himself slowly. You turn back to Bakugou. 

“I-Is it gonna hurt, daddy?” You ask, the title slipping from your lips like water. Bakugou’s dick twitches in front of your face. 

“He can go slow, for you,” Bakugou growls, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Make sure she’s prepped dumbass.” He nods at Kirishima, and you move to keep sucking Bakugou’s cock but he catches your face. “I wanna watch you take it.” He says gruffly, savoring the way your eyes widen at the pressure, and then the stretch, and then the pain, as Kirishima gently eases inside of you. He waits to move until he hears your sharp little gasp, your mouth dropping open and saliva dribbling down your chin. Bakugou grins, taking the chance to force himself back in your mouth, focusing on his own orgasm now, grabbing a fistful of your hair and setting his own pace. This time it’s impossible to relax, if you could concentrate on anything it would be the pleasant pain of Kirishima rutting his huge cock against your soft walls, but Bakugou forces your head all the way up his length, so that your nose is pressed to the blonde tuft of hair at his stomach. 

“Fuck,” Kirishima says harshly, “She got even tighter when you did that,” he picks up the pace a little and you see stars. Bakugou starts fucking your throat in earnest now, groaning, fingers tearing through your hair. 

“Take it, bitch,” He growls, when he sees your eyes start to water as  you gag, “Fuck yeah, baby just like that, you like this?” He looks at Kirishima, blushy and glossy eyed as he snaps his hips against your ass. “You like gettin’ fuckin’ spitroasted like some dirty fuckin’ whore, huh?” There’s no way for you to respond, not with your jaw aching, not as his thrusts become erratic and he slams himself all the way down your throat again. You feel him start to explode in your throat, but then he pulls out, coating your face in his cum and leaning back in  your chair. “Good girl,” he breathes while you gag and sputter, “Good fuckin’ girl.” He sighs heavily. “You look so good like this, daddy’s desperate little slut, arentcha?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You say with the first lungful of sweet air you’re able to get. “Oh god,” you choke out as Kirishima starts going even faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, hitting every spot, even now, it hurt a little, he was so, so big. Bakugou leans forward and pushes down on your shoulders so that you’re down on your elbows, forcing your back into a harsher arch. With nothing to muffle your sounds they spill from your lips like water, “K-kirishima,” you moan, and he laughs, slapping your ass lightly. 

“So what, he’s daddy and I’m Kirishima?” 

“Sounds right to me.” Bakugou says threateningly, from your chair, reaching out to brush the hair out of your face, surprisingly gently. “Do you want to cum again, bitch?” He asks and you nod vigourously. “Use your words.” He snaps. 

“Yes, daddy, wanna cum please.” You look up at him, eyes wide. 

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks and you nod without thinking. 

“Please, please let me, I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want I-” The words come out of your mouth so quickly that he laughs at you. 

“So fuckin’ eager to please,” He taunts, “You wanna be a good girl so badly, don’t you, just wanna be daddy’s good slut?” 

“F-fuck.” Kirishima groans, kneading at your ass, grabbing your hips and fucking you butally, your knees give out, “She got so tight when you said that, keep going, please,” he begs, 

“You like when I tell you you’re a slut huh?” Bakugou rasps, grinning at your stupid fucked out expression, “You look so good covered in my cum, bitch, such a good little cocksleeve, just a sweet little cunt on legs.” Kirishima reaches down and pinches your clit between two fingers and  you keen, “You can cum, cocksleeve.” Bakugou orders and Kirishima rakes his nails down your back as you come undone beneath him with a soft cry, a choked sob. 

“I’m close.” Kirishima whines, “Where should I-” 

“On her.” Bakugou says. “I wanna see my pretty little bitch covered in our cum.” You look up at that. “That’s right, baby, you’re my fucking bitch now.” Kirishima pulls out, his hot release spurting all over your back as your whole body trembles. Kirishima collapses on the floor next to  you but Bakugou reaches into his pocket, grabs his phone and snaps a picture. “You look so good all fucked out.” He says. “Don’t move, dumbasses.” He gets up, fixing his pants and then leaves. You hear your door close and turn your head to Kirishima. 

“Hi.” You say very quietly. He smiles at you. 

“You okay?” You nod. “We’ll take good care of you.” He coos, “Aftercare is important. He’s right, by the way, you look so fucking good like this.” He takes you in, swollen lips, and glossy eyes, watery black lines on your cheeks from the last remnants of your eye makeup. He reaches over, dipping two fingers into the cum on your back and then pushing them between your lips. You lick them clean and he beams at you. “Such a good girl!” You warm with pride at the praise. You hear the door open and Bakugou comes back. He squats beside you. 

“C’mere.” He grunts, carefully, gently wiping your face with a warm washcloth, and when your face is clean he kisses your forehead and hands the towel to Kirishima, who cleans off your back. He cups your face in both of his hands. 

“Good girl.” Bakugou says gruffly. “Gonna lie down with us, let us take care of ya a little?” You nod and Bakugou climbs into your twin bed, flattening himself against the wall. Kirishima lifts you, laughing at your humiliating attempt at walking. 

“You might have a limp tomorrow.” He says brightly. “But maybe not! Not everyone does.” Bakugou takes your body, angling it against his, and Kirishima lies down, facing the two of you, giving Bakugou a sweet tender kiss before throwing his phone at the lightswitch, effectively engulfing the room in darkness. 

“That better not have broken your shit, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbles, as Kirishima slips a leg in between yours. “You got a case for your shit yet?” Kirishima freezes. 

“Oh fuck,” he yawns, “Oops. Set an alarm for me?” Bakugou nods. “You okay?” Kirishima asks you again, scrutinizing  your face. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “Tired.” 

“Go to sleep.” Bakugou says. “Both of you. It’s late as fuck.” You close your eyes, focusing on the soft breathing of the two men holding you, feeling safe, and warm and comfortable. 

It’s much, much later when you stir. You’re sleeping on top of Bakugou’s chest and Kirishima is spooning you, with his face buried in his boyfriend’s neck. There’s a knocking at your door. 

“Hey,” you hear, “Hey, you up, I know you’re in there.” You move a little and Bakugou is awake immediately, anchoring you to his chest with one arm. 

“Someone’s here?” You whisper. “I don’t know.” Kirishima gets up  and rubs his eyes. 

“I’ll check it out.” He opens the door in his boxers. “Oh, hey Shindo?” 

“I-is, y/n there?” Kirishima grins. 

“Yeah, but it’s 3AM. She’s real tired, if you get my drift.”

“Fuck you.” Shindou spits, slamming the door in Kirishima’s face, he bursts out laughing. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou growls, shifting you to the far side of his chest and reaching an arm out for Kirishma. “Do you know what goddamn time it is?” He pulls the slightly larger boy into him. “She’s gotta tutor you tomorrow.” Kirishima sighs with happiness. 

“Then we gotta take her on a real date.” You open your eyes. “Wanna go to olive garden?” 

“No.” You and Bakugou say at the same time. “Go the fuck to sleep!” 

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mafia boss bakugou 🩸

kirishima x bakugou x f!reader

summary - you're a shy transfer student who's paired with kirishima for a project, by chance, you meet his boyfriend. porn with not a lot of plot.

a/n - smut, threesome, bakugou and kirishima are both bi and so is reader, college au, quirkless au, praise, degradation, shy reader, sorry for slandering shinsou, unprotected sex, face fucking, impact play, cumplay ig im, i forgot that this was mostly filth when i went to re edit it. repost from my old blog, katsupeach. kirishima and bakugou's heights are described but they're bigger than you, daddy kink, some mild hurt comfort, they like you more than a one night stand isn't that nice.

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Being paired with the sunny extroverted football player for your essay project wasn’t your worst nightmare, but only because your subconscious was rarely so creatively cruel. You traced the assignment with your finger, checking again to make sure that it was right. F/N L/N, Kirishima Eijirou. Fuck. You look up, and to your embarrassment, he’s looking over at you, and you make eye contact. He shoots you a bright smile that you attempt to return. Professor Aizawa continues talking about the project, but you’re not listening, you’re too busy wiping your clammy hands on your jeans. You dart out of the classroom, through the hallways, and onto the quad but of course, he catches you. 

“Hey, hey y/n!” Shit. You turn around and there he is, towering over you. 

“Hi.” You say. 

“Do you wanna exchange numbers? Talk about the project?” He grins at you. “You’re a transfer, right? 

“Yeah,” you say quickly. “Don’t worry about the project, I’ll just do it. I don’t mind.” He blinks at you. 

“No, uh, no way,” He sheepishly touches the back of his neck. “I can’t letcha do that, I promise I won’t hold you back.” You swallow nervously. 

“It’s really fine.” You respond, barely audible. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, I won’t be that bad.” He reaches out to touch your upper arm and you flinch from him. “Sorry, I just,” he withdraws his hand, “Let’s get coffee if you don’t have class? On me.” You tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh, um sure.” He leads you to the student union, chattering about the reading, making it so you barely have to fill in the blanks of the conversation. He leans down to you when you get to the barista, 

“Whaddya want, I’ll order for you.” 

“Just a latte.” You say. He moves around you to order, careful not to touch you. 

“She’ll have a latte, and I’ll have a Caramel Frappucino.” He says, smiling gently at you. “Let’s grab a booth, it’ll be quieter.” You let him lead you across the busy student union, holding both of your hot coffees. He’s right, it’s a little quieter in the booth. “Do you have any ideas?” 

“Yeah,” You tuck your hair behind your ears. “I was thinking, maybe um something about, the pre-raphaelites, and how their ultra-realism was a revolution that actually went so hard that it transcended realism to become nonrepresentational.” He blinks at you. 

“Yeah, uh, okay, let’s do that.” You sigh. 

“Just let me do it.” 

“No, no,” he says quickly, “I’m a little behind in the reading, that’s all, I’ll catch up and then I’ll understand. Let’s look now, at one of the paintings, and you can explain it to me.” You take a sip of your coffee and flip to a page in your three hundred dollar textbook, complete with glossy colored pictures. 

“This is Ophelia, by John Edwin Millais.” He looks at the pale woman lying in the reeds. 

“Oh shit, is she dead?” You swallow. 

“Yeah, of course, she is, she’s Ophelia.” He looks sheepish. “From Hamlet. She pretty famously dies.” He looks even more sheepish. 

“Uh, okay.” He puts his palms up. “Tell you what, I will catch up on the reading. I will. And then we can divide up work, and get started. I will not be the mean jock that makes you do this yourself. I refuse.” 

“Frankly that’s more honor than I expected from you.” He laughs, touching the back of his neck. 

“Jeez. Sorry that my fellow athletes did ya so dirty. Scouts honor, I won’t leave you high and dry.” He’s oozing sincerity. You don’t trust it. 

“Okay.” He raises his eyebrows and then straightens. 

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me now. I’m gonna prove it.” He looks down at the textbook. “Okay, she’s dead, keep explaining.” 

“So she’s dead, but look at all the flowers around her. Her death is a tragedy, and it’s considered one of the most eloquent descriptions of death in literature.” 

“Ooh,” Kirishima takes his phone out. “Let me google it. What’s it from again?” You smile nervously. 

“It’s Lady Gertrude’s speech, from Hamlet.” He squints at his screen. 

“Wait, what language is this in?” You laugh a little despite yourself. 

“English,” you say, “give it here, I’ll demonstrate.” He hands you his phone, it’s cool and heavy in your hands. “No case?” 

“I don’t drop things.” He says, a hint of pride in his voice. You laugh, genuinely. 

“There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds, Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,” your voice is low, Kirishima leans in across the table to hear what you’re saying. “When down her weedy trophies and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,” He feels a blush creep onto his cheeks, there’s something almost sensual about the music of your words. “Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress,” Kirishima’s breath hitches in his throat. 

“Oh,” he interrupts you, “Oh I get it.” You nod. “Wait but please don’t stop.” He begs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Go on.” You give him a small smile. 

“Or like a creature native and endued unto that element. But long it could not be

till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay, to muddy death.” He sighs with happiness. 

“Wow.” He breathes. “Reading Shakespeare doesn’t feel like that.” 

“That’s because he wrote plays,” you explain, “And plays, like poetry, were always meant to be experienced as spoken word entertainment rather than read.” He nods vigorously. 

“That makes so much sense!” He grins, still leaning rather close to you across the table. 

“Oi, shitty hair!” Someone snarls and you jump, gasping in surprise. “And what the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugou Katsuki, loud, brash, and Quarterback of the football team leans over your table. You shrink from him. 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima chastizes. “You can’t snap at people like that. You scared the shit out of her, I just got her to start talking to me.” He shakes his head. “Y/n, I’m sorry, this is my boyfriend.” You blink in surprise. “Yeah, we’re both bi.” He confirms, fielding your expression with expert precision. Bakugou elbows his way next to Kirishima in the booth, dropping his textbooks. “Y/n was just reading me some Shakespeare for context on this.” He points to the Millais, your textbook still lying open. 

“That Ophelia?” He asks you and you nod. “So you were reading him Lady Gertrude’s speech.” You blink at him. “Yeah, we’re not all fuckin’ idiots.” He says, hitting Kirishima lightly on the back of the head. “But go ahead, I want to hear it.” 

“Oh um,” your face burns. “I was done. I mean it’s a short passage.” 

“Something else then,” he grins, “I like to watch him struggle.” Kirishima swats at his boyfriend, who dodges and smiles. You hand him his phone back.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say and he narrows his eyes, and scrolls through his phone. 

“Shitty hair we’ll give you somethin’ easy, just tell us what this means.” 

“Why can’t you read it?” You say a little annoyed and he grins. 

“You’ll see.” He selects something on his phone and then hands it to you. 

“Oh.” You say, a scowl forming on your lips, seeing Katherine’s monologue. “You want me to read the Shakespearean equivalent of yes sir, I would be happy to make you that sandwich?” 

“What?” Kirishima blinks. Bakugou looks like he’s about to speak but you cut him off. 

“Kirishima look at me.” He does. “This was the first thing we were supposed to read in this course. Have you done any of the reading for this class?” Kirishima goes bright red, shrinking nervously from Bakugou. 

“Shitty hair?” Bakugou growls. “Skippin’ out on the reading, huh?” You raise your eyebrows and start to gather your things. Kirishima buries his face in his hands. 

“Wait,” you stop and look at him, you’d already stood to make your escape. “Please help me study, please help me catch up.” He eyes Bakugou. “He’s the meanest tutor, and I feel like you wouldn’t be.” You sigh. 

“Kirishima, we’re not even friends.” You reach for your coffee but he looks so hurt that you pause. Bakugou snorts. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where it took you more than five minutes to make friends with someone,” he eyes you, “What’s your deal? You’re a transfer, right?” Your hands shake a little as you respond. 

“Yep.” It could be your imagination, but for a fraction of a second, Bakugou’s eyes flick to your hands before moving back to your face, softening a little. 

“Please.” Kirishima says, taking a step forward. “I’ll do something for you, anything.” You sigh, looking away. “I’ll introduce you to all our friends!” he offers. “You don’t know anyone, right?” 

“And I like it that way.” You counter and that gets a genuine laugh out of Bakugou. “I’ll tutor you, though,” you offer, “On one condition.” Kirishima nods, and you sit back down. “I will make every decision about this project.”  

“That’s fine!” He says brightly. “Thank you, thank you so much.” Bakugou clears his throat, you’re still holding his phone. 

“Actually,” you say, “This is an ok place to start.” You turn the phone to Kirishima on the table who shakes his head. 

“Read it to me, please, please it sounds so much better.” You massage your temples, watching Bakugou smirk. 

“Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.” You say, not sure where to look. 

“Ok, so don’t question your boss.” Kirishima says, “Got it.” 

“Not quite.” You say. “Very sweet of you to immediately strip the clearly gendered terminology from this passage.” Bakugou knocks shoulders with his boyfriend. 

“Try again.” He motions for you to continue. 

“It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov’d is like a fountain troubled- Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.” 

“Oh.” Kirishima says. “This is about, uh, like, when women aren’t sweet they’re ugly?” You nod, smiling. 

“Yeah, that’s as decent interpretation. Think about the words, a woman moved is like a fountain troubled, women who have strong emotion or even rational thought that’s being read as emotion due to a sexist lense, has as much value as a fountain that’s broken, spewing mud. Think about that metaphor.” Kirishima’s brow furrows. 

“I don’t like this. I love it when women aren’t sweet.” Then he smiles at you. “‘Course, if they wanna be, that’s fine by me.” You hand Bakugou his phone back. 

“I’m finished debasing my gender for your entertainment.” You say to the blonde, and scribble something down on a scrap of paper. “I’m free Saturday afternoon, this is my number, text me if you want to be tutored.”  

_______

On Friday night, you’re curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and your favorite show, with a soft blanket, happily alone in your single. You get a text from Kirishima. 

Kirishima: hey! We’re having a movie night. Wanna come over?

You: I’m good, thanks 

Kirishima: come on, what are you doing?

You: watching Jane the Virgin

Kirishima: alone or am I interrupting a netflix and chill session

You: aaaaaaaaa i like being alone it’s fine 

You toss your phone aside, ignoring it’s incessant buzzing, watching Jane pick out a wedding dress, tearing up when her father shows up. You have a moment where you genuinely struggle with the desire to respond, grappling with your own social anxiety before choosing the comfort of being alone. There’s a soft knock at the door. You throw a zip up hoodie on over your tank top. 

“Hey,” There’s a guy standing in the hallway with dark hair. You don’t recognize him. “I’m Shindou, your next door neighbor.” You shrug. 

“Hi, can I help you?” You can smell the alcohol on his breath, he runs his fingers through his hair.. 

“Can I come in?” He asks, smiling brilliantly. You shake your head. 

“No thanks,” you lean against the doorframe. “What’s up?” He takes a step near you. 

“You can um,” he says, smiling sheepishly, “I was hoping I could come in.”  He’s swaying a little. 

“Nope,” you try and close the door but he wedges an elbow into it, catching the door frame in a large hand.

“I would like you to leave.” You say, with as much firmness as you can muster. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.” He says, smiling, “Come on, don’t be a bitch about this,” 

“Don’t be a bitch about what?” A familiar voice growls from down the hallway.

“Just leave.” You say, pleading, trying again to close the door on him but he shoves his way in, stumbling drunk. You jump out of the way but he knocks into you, and you slam against the chest of drawers next to your door, the air rushing from your lungs. Strong hands pull  him back though, as you catch yourself before he can hit the ground. You see Bakugou slam him against a wall. 

“Walk it the fuck off.” Bakugou snarls, before turning his attention to you. “Text Kirishima back. You’re hurting his feelings.” He says, before registering your face, how shaken you are. “Oh shit, don’t fuckin’ cry.” Your hands shake, hard. 

“W-what are you doing in my building?” You ask. He blinks at you. 

“I live here.” He points to the black garbage bag he put down to grab Shindo. “That guys an asshole. Stay away from him.” You nod and he sighs, looking away. “Fine.” He pushes his way into your room, and before you can say anything he’s wrapping his arms around you. “Shh, or shut up or somethin’, okay?” You bury your face in his neck, it does feel nice, to be held. He lets you go after about a minute. “Come on. Movie night.” 

“I don’t-” 

“Did that sound like a fuckin’ invitation to you?” He snarls. “Because I meant it like a goddamn order.” You nod, sniffling a little. He waits for you while you pick up your phone and slip into some shoes. 

“Gonna uh,” he says, “Gonna put pants on?” You turn beet red and lift the end of your long hoodie to reveal the shorts you were wearing, he looks almost disappointed. “Come on then, we don’t have all damn night.” You grab your room key and phone and follow him down the hallway to the garbage shoot, and then up to his room. He lived on the fourth floor, and his room had slanted ceilings that were covered with posters. There’s a small crowd gathered on an array of beanbag chairs, and the small dorm room was spotless. Kirishima’s face lights up. 

“You came!” He says, getting up and giving you a quick hug. 

“Some fuckin’ asshole tried to barge into her room.” Bakugou growls. “Dick.” Kirishima’s eyes widen. 

“Who?” He says to Bakugou. Bakugou rolls his eyes. 

“Shindo, who the fuck else?” Kirishima’s jaw tightens for a second before turning to the group, snatching a remote and pausing the movie. 

“Hey! This is y/n. She’s really nice so try not to scare her off.” They introduce you to their friends, Denki, Mina, and Sero. “She’s a transfer.” They greet you, someone hands you a drink and you settle in an empty bean bag chair. Kirishima sits next to you, his face a little flushed. 

“Hey,” He says quietly. “Did you read my texts or did Bakugou just spirit you up here to make me happy?” You blink at him. 

“Um I didn’t read them.” you confess. “I just, people make me so nervous.” He nods. 

“I can tell.” He looks away. “I was pretty excited to be partnered with you. I uh, I’ve missed everything we were supposed to be learning in class because I keep staring at you.” 

“You’re drunk.” You say and he shrugs. 

“Catch up.” You hit him lightly on the back of the head, 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He laughs and slips an arm around you. 

“We have an understanding.” He leans over, “And honestly I think he likes you too.” You make a decision and down your drink quickly, then settle into the crook of his arm. He moves you, so that you’re flush against his side. You look around nervously but Sero and Mina are full on making out and ignoring the movie, Denki’s fallen asleep. You feel his breath on your ear and your neck erupts in goosebumps. “Can I get you another drink?” You nod, face burning. You turn your face and meet his eyes, for just a moment. “Hey, Bakugou, can you pass me that?” Kirishima points to the half empty bottle of vodka. You’d almost forgotten the blonde. Bakugou is lying on his bed, but he gets up, grabbing it and a plastic bottle of fruit juice. He sits down slowly on the other side of the beanbag chair with a grunt, taking your red plastic cup from you and dumping the rest of the cranberry juice in it. Kirishima gets on his side, resting his head in one of his palms. You mimic his movements, snuggling into his hard chest. Bakugou rolls his eyes and pours less than one shot into your cup. You pout.

“What? You don’t need more to drink.” He grumbles. You take the cup from him, and sip it. 

“This is basically just juice!” You complain and you feel Kirishima groan softly as you push up a little on the beanbag chair to get closer to Bakugou, inadvertently pressing your ass against his crotch. He takes one of your hips in his huge hand, reaching under your hoodie, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

“I said you don’t need any more to drink.” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve got half a goddamn mind to take that from ya,” he eyes the cup, “And just get you both water.” Kirishima’s hand travels up under your hoodie, pushing your tank top up to rest on your waist. You give Bakugou your best, brattiest smile, and tip the cranberry juice drink into your mouth, chugging it and then handing him your empty cup. He smiles evilly and cocks his head to one side. “Brat. You’ll pay for that.” You shrug, feeling Kirishima start to rub circles into your skin, to draw your body closer to his.

“You should be nicer to him.” Kirishima says, as Bakugou climbs onto the beanbag chair, laying down and facing you. He watches your face carefully as Kirishima’s hand moves lower, under the elastic band of your shorts. You can feel his swelling erection rubbing against your ass. “He calls the shots around here, baby.” He parts your folds with two fingers and you feel your face warm as he drags his fingers lazily across your slit. He presses gently, experimentally, on your clit and your mouth drops open, sucking a sharp breath. 

Bakugou’s lips crash down on yours, muffling the sweet hiccuping moan that would have escaped your lips as Kirishima starts to circle your clit with one calloused hand. His kiss is hot, searing, and he swipes your lips with his tongue before slipping it between them, keeping you quiet in the darkness as the others watch the movie intently. He guides you carefully, cupping your face in expert hands, while Kirishima locks your body against his with one arm wrapped under your ribs, and tortures you with the other. 

“She’s so wet.” He whispers. “When’s the last time anyone touched you, baby?” He coos. Of course you don’t answer, you can’t, as he dips a finger into your aching core, and you bite down hard on Bakugou’s lip. You taste blood and the blonde pulls away from you, something wild in his eyes. You get out half a gasp before his mouth is back on yours, this time he reaches for your body, you hear your hoodie unzip. He reaches under your sweatshirt, palming your breasts, grunting softly. You hold onto his arms, digging little half moons in the contours of his bicep. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soft.” He says into your mouth. “Gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” You nod, Anything, anything as long as Kirishima didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, pressing against that one bundle of nerves in a way that was making your eyes roll and your face hot. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Bakugou lifts your tank top over your shirt and pulls your breasts out of your bra. “Nice tits.” He groans, before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hungrily. 

“She’s gonna cum.” Kirishima warns, and it’s true you can feel that tight coil in your stomach, feel the muscles in your thighs tense, as you near your release. To your dismay, Bakugou chuckles. 

“Nah, she doesn’t need it yet.” He moves back up into your eyeline. “In case you’re too stupid to understand that, you’re not allowed to cum yet, got it.” You meet his intense gaze and he rolls his eyes and covers your mouth with his free hand. “I wanna see you fuckin’ cry for it.” You flex your feet, squirming against Kirishima as you reach our and hold onto Bakugou’s muscled forearms. You feel his breath, hot on your ear. “C’mon bitch.” He growls. “I said I wanted to see you cry.” Kirishima drags his thrumb roughly across your clit and you nearly lose it, screwing up your face in concentration. 

“Aw,” Kirishima coos. “She wants to be a good girl so bad, Katsuki.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re doing so well, baby.” Bakugou grabs your jaw roughly, holding it so tightly that you’re forced to part your lips, panting like a dog. Your eyes start to water, it hurts, it hurts so badly, you just want to cum, you’ll do anything, you’re desperate for it. Your lower lip trembles as the first tear rolls down your cheek, disappearing into the fabric of the beanbag chair. 

“Harder.” Bakugou orders, and you can see him palming his cock with his free hand through his pants. For a second you think he’s talking to you but when Kirishima picks up the pace you realize you were wrong, he watches you tremble. “You look fucking pathetic.” He snarls. “What would you give me, to cum, right now?” 

“Anything.” You breathe, eyes watering. “Anything you wanted.” He grins again, that same wildness in his eyes before he spits in your open mouth. 

“Swallow.” He commands, still speaking lowly enough so that his friends, apparently incredibly stoned, can’t here. “Then cum for me, bitch.” You release the coil you’d been holding and your whole body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, Kirishima carefully carries you through your high. You’re vaguely aware, on some level, of how you’re gushing around his fingers, of his little groan,

“Shit, she clenches so hard when she cums.” Kirishima breathes. Bakugou’s mouth is pressed against yours, muffling the desperate moan that comes from deep within you. Your hands shake as you grab fistfuls of his t-shirt and hold on for dear life. When your vision clears you’re on your back between the two men. Kirishima is brushing the hair softly off your forehead, and Bakugou is pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek. “Is your room empty, baby?” Kirishima asks and you nod, unable to speak yet. “Should we go there?” You nod again and try to stand, feeling how sticky your shorts have become, the drying slick on your thighs. 

“Wait!” Kirishima says and your knees give out. Bakugou catches you easily, lifting you in his arms and rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t try and walk after cumming like that, stupid.” He says, shaking his head. They walk down to  your empty dorm room, where when they flick the lights on, your long forgotten mug of hot chocolate is on the window sill, probably ice cold. 

“This is so cute!” Kirishima coos. “You know I’ve had a crush on you all semester.” He smoothes out  your baby blue comforter. “It’s not exactly how I’ve imagined it, but it’s so you.” Bakugou deposits you on the bed. 

“Knew there was a reason you had no fuckin’ clue what was happening in that class.” He looks at you. “When you can talk again he’s gonna need a goddamn tutor, so I hope we didnt fuck anything in there,” he taps your forehead, “up permanently.”  Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou continues. “But if you’re not talkin’ I can think of much better uses for your mouth.” You nod, and clear your throat with a high pitched grunt. 

“You uh,” you look at Kirishima. “You like me?” 

“I may or may not have begged the professor to pair us together for this project.” You giggle. 

“Oi, sorry,” Bakugou snaps. “I meant suck my fuckin’ dick.” You flush, embarassed, he sits on your chair, unzipping his pants and putting one of your pillows at his feet. “Crawl.” He says pointing lazily at his feet. You slip all the way out of your hoodie before obliging. 

“She’s really so good,” Kirishima coos, “I knew that attitude was all an act, right, baby, you just wanna make us feel good, right?” You barely hear him, Bakugou’s taken his dick out of his pants and there’s no other word for it, it’s pretty. Long and thick, the head a deep pink and dripping with precum. 

“Yeah.” You say softly, before taking the tip of him in your mouth, giving it a little kitten lick to clean the precum off of it before taking as much of it as you can, drooling sloppily on his lap. He groans. 

“Fuck, yeah princess, just like that,” He catches your eyes, “Love the way your lips look on my fat fuckin’ cock, look up at me, like that.” He looks up, putting one hand on the back of your head, setting a pace for you, forcing you just a little farther with each thrust. “What are you waiting for, shitty hair?” He growls. “Just gonna watch?” Kirishima runs his fingers through his hair and glances at Bakugou’s hands, tangled in your hair, “Awww,” Bakugou makes the sweetest sound his gravel allows, “You were waiting for permission, like a good boy.” Kirishima nods. 

“Y-yes, sir.” He says. 

“Take her shorts off.” Bakugou orders, leaning back in your fold up chair, the canvas groaning.” You lovinging flick  your tongue over the underside of his cock. He pulls you back off of him though and speaks, “Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. If you tap me,” He says, tapping his own thigh, in case you were too stupid to understand that, “I will stop. Understand?” You nod. “Say it.” He says gruffly. 

“I understand.” You say, and he reaches down, parting your soft lips with his thumb. You suck it hungrily and he smiles when you scrape your teeth against the pad of his finger. 

“Get back to work.” He orders, and you do, taking as much of him as you can, concentrating on keeping your throat relaxed, swelling with pride at every little groan you elicit from his mouth. Kirishima kneels behind you, letting out a soft whine as he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. 

“She’s so wet,” Kirishima moans, ‘Can, can I please fuck her, please?” Bakugou takes his eyes off yours for a moment, not releasing the back of your head. 

“Have you been a good fuckin’ boy?” He asks huskily. Kirishima nods emphatically. “Hmmm,” Bakugou rumbles, closing his eyes in pleasure as you drool on his cock. “What do you think,” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his dick, “Want him to fuck you?” You turn around and look at him, and gasp a little. He’s so big, the biggest you’ve ever seen, wide and long, at least 8 inches, purple tipped and dripping with precum. He’s pumping himself slowly. You turn back to Bakugou. 

“I-Is it gonna hurt, daddy?” You ask, the title slipping from your lips like water. Bakugou’s dick twitches in front of your face. 

“He can go slow, for you,” Bakugou growls, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Make sure she’s prepped dumbass.” He nods at Kirishima, and you move to keep sucking Bakugou’s cock but he catches your face. “I wanna watch you take it.” He says gruffly, savoring the way your eyes widen at the pressure, and then the stretch, and then the pain, as Kirishima gently eases inside of you. He waits to move until he hears your sharp little gasp, your mouth dropping open and saliva dribbling down your chin. Bakugou grins, taking the chance to force himself back in your mouth, focusing on his own orgasm now, grabbing a fistful of your hair and setting his own pace. This time it’s impossible to relax, if you could concentrate on anything it would be the pleasant pain of Kirishima rutting his huge cock against your soft walls, but Bakugou forces your head all the way up his length, so that your nose is pressed to the blonde tuft of hair at his stomach. 

“Fuck,” Kirishima says harshly, “She got even tighter when you did that,” he picks up the pace a little and you see stars. Bakugou starts fucking your throat in earnest now, groaning, fingers tearing through your hair. 

“Take it, bitch,” He growls, when he sees your eyes start to water as  you gag, “Fuck yeah, baby just like that, you like this?” He looks at Kirishima, blushy and glossy eyed as he snaps his hips against your ass. “You like gettin’ fuckin’ spitroasted like some dirty fuckin’ whore, huh?” There’s no way for you to respond, not with your jaw aching, not as his thrusts become erratic and he slams himself all the way down your throat again. You feel him start to explode in your throat, but then he pulls out, coating your face in his cum and leaning back in  your chair. “Good girl,” he breathes while you gag and sputter, “Good fuckin’ girl.” He sighs heavily. “You look so good like this, daddy’s desperate little slut, arentcha?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You say with the first lungful of sweet air you’re able to get. “Oh god,” you choke out as Kirishima starts going even faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, hitting every spot, even now, it hurt a little, he was so, so big. Bakugou leans forward and pushes down on your shoulders so that you’re down on your elbows, forcing your back into a harsher arch. With nothing to muffle your sounds they spill from your lips like water, “K-kirishima,” you moan, and he laughs, slapping your ass lightly. 

“So what, he’s daddy and I’m Kirishima?” 

“Sounds right to me.” Bakugou says threateningly, from your chair, reaching out to brush the hair out of your face, surprisingly gently. “Do you want to cum again, bitch?” He asks and you nod vigourously. “Use your words.” He snaps. 

“Yes, daddy, wanna cum please.” You look up at him, eyes wide. 

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks and you nod without thinking. 

“Please, please let me, I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want I-” The words come out of your mouth so quickly that he laughs at you. 

“So fuckin’ eager to please,” He taunts, “You wanna be a good girl so badly, don’t you, just wanna be daddy’s good slut?” 

“F-fuck.” Kirishima groans, kneading at your ass, grabbing your hips and fucking you butally, your knees give out, “She got so tight when you said that, keep going, please,” he begs, 

“You like when I tell you you’re a slut huh?” Bakugou rasps, grinning at your stupid fucked out expression, “You look so good covered in my cum, bitch, such a good little cocksleeve, just a sweet little cunt on legs.” Kirishima reaches down and pinches your clit between two fingers and  you keen, “You can cum, cocksleeve.” Bakugou orders and Kirishima rakes his nails down your back as you come undone beneath him with a soft cry, a choked sob. 

“I’m close.” Kirishima whines, “Where should I-” 

“On her.” Bakugou says. “I wanna see my pretty little bitch covered in our cum.” You look up at that. “That’s right, baby, you’re my fucking bitch now.” Kirishima pulls out, his hot release spurting all over your back as your whole body trembles. Kirishima collapses on the floor next to  you but Bakugou reaches into his pocket, grabs his phone and snaps a picture. “You look so good all fucked out.” He says. “Don’t move, dumbasses.” He gets up, fixing his pants and then leaves. You hear your door close and turn your head to Kirishima. 

“Hi.” You say very quietly. He smiles at you. 

“You okay?” You nod. “We’ll take good care of you.” He coos, “Aftercare is important. He’s right, by the way, you look so fucking good like this.” He takes you in, swollen lips, and glossy eyes, watery black lines on your cheeks from the last remnants of your eye makeup. He reaches over, dipping two fingers into the cum on your back and then pushing them between your lips. You lick them clean and he beams at you. “Such a good girl!” You warm with pride at the praise. You hear the door open and Bakugou comes back. He squats beside you. 

“C’mere.” He grunts, carefully, gently wiping your face with a warm washcloth, and when your face is clean he kisses your forehead and hands the towel to Kirishima, who cleans off your back. He cups your face in both of his hands. 

“Good girl.” Bakugou says gruffly. “Gonna lie down with us, let us take care of ya a little?” You nod and Bakugou climbs into your twin bed, flattening himself against the wall. Kirishima lifts you, laughing at your humiliating attempt at walking. 

“You might have a limp tomorrow.” He says brightly. “But maybe not! Not everyone does.” Bakugou takes your body, angling it against his, and Kirishima lies down, facing the two of you, giving Bakugou a sweet tender kiss before throwing his phone at the lightswitch, effectively engulfing the room in darkness. 

“That better not have broken your shit, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbles, as Kirishima slips a leg in between yours. “You got a case for your shit yet?” Kirishima freezes. 

“Oh fuck,” he yawns, “Oops. Set an alarm for me?” Bakugou nods. “You okay?” Kirishima asks you again, scrutinizing  your face. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “Tired.” 

“Go to sleep.” Bakugou says. “Both of you. It’s late as fuck.” You close your eyes, focusing on the soft breathing of the two men holding you, feeling safe, and warm and comfortable. 

It’s much, much later when you stir. You’re sleeping on top of Bakugou’s chest and Kirishima is spooning you, with his face buried in his boyfriend’s neck. There’s a knocking at your door. 

“Hey,” you hear, “Hey, you up, I know you’re in there.” You move a little and Bakugou is awake immediately, anchoring you to his chest with one arm. 

“Someone’s here?” You whisper. “I don’t know.” Kirishima gets up  and rubs his eyes. 

“I’ll check it out.” He opens the door in his boxers. “Oh, hey Shindo?” 

“I-is, y/n there?” Kirishima grins. 

“Yeah, but it’s 3AM. She’s real tired, if you get my drift.”

“Fuck you.” Shindou spits, slamming the door in Kirishima’s face, he bursts out laughing. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou growls, shifting you to the far side of his chest and reaching an arm out for Kirishma. “Do you know what goddamn time it is?” He pulls the slightly larger boy into him. “She’s gotta tutor you tomorrow.” Kirishima sighs with happiness. 

“Then we gotta take her on a real date.” You open your eyes. “Wanna go to olive garden?” 

“No.” You and Bakugou say at the same time. “Go the fuck to sleep!” 

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DIE FOR YOU (8.2K)

— viking bakugou katsuki x reader

synopsis: your fiancé, chief of the strongest village, doesn’t believe you can protect yourself so when returns from a raid, he makes you prove him wrong.

warnings: 18+ content, minors don’t interact, ageless blogs don’t interact, female reader, referred to: (princess, baby, my lady), arranged marriage, lovey dovey, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, fingering (f), p to v, pull out method, chief kink lol, whole load of kissing, big three: (angst, fluff, smut), arguing, separately they physically wrestle lol, mention of blood, beard bakugou, yn is a girl boss.

notes: PART THREE TO FOR YOU MY VIKING BKG SERIES! can be read as a standalone! this is another big boy so if there’s typos don’t look at me.

life with your new fiancé has improved dramatically since you told him everything you hated about it.

mornings are filled with your feet in the lake, face filled with pastry as you kiss the sugar off katsuki’s lips. evenings include you eventually shifting from your seat at the dinner and ending up in his lap at the head of the table, licking your thumb to remove a scrub of dirt on his skin as he stuffs a spoon of food in your mouth.

the days are much longer too now, filled with books, new friends and helping out the people in the village. some days you’ll find yourself helping a family bake for their youngest’s birthday or chatting with an old man at the river. your favourite times are randomly turning up wherever katsuki is. 

this time they’re in the basement of your home, planning the next raid in a town far over. the mood is nothing but vulgar and violent, with drawings across a half-torn map, knives stabbed in the wooden table, and candlelight helping their vision. all the men are so large, furs at their necks from an animal they recently killed with laughs that rock their whole bodies. you only see him though, slouching in his seat, sighing at his army’s rambunctiousness and raking a hand through his blonde hair.

he meets your eyes from across the room as soon as you open the door. you think it’s mostly his sharp instincts but you like to think it’s mostly because it’s you. katsuki quickly sits up straighter, wiping his mouth in case there are any stray crumbs and opens his arms out to you. he makes your heart sing, your head lightweight as you make your way over to him. 

“uh oh, it’s lady bakugou!”

your fiancé always curses his army and even more the closest ones out of the bunch. these four barely listen, they’re too loud and excited over nothing. but to you, they’re all quite cute despite their rather beastly demeanour. you know them by name now and they only refer to you as my lady or lady bakugou. you’ve said they could call you by your first name and while they say they will, you think katsuki is telling them otherwise.

you cover your mouth at the newfound attention, the whole room cheering at your arrival and laughter erupts from you. especially with how bakugou glares at his men but when he lands back on you, his eyes shine with pride.

“you look beautiful today, my lady!” deku, or izuku says. deku is what your fiancé calls him.

“i hope you bring up the chief's spirits, he’s being a pain tonight,” kirishima chuckles and he’s the only one who could get away with saying that about katsuki.

“thank you for the cream you made for me! it doing great for my scars!” kaminari smiles, the womaniser of the group.

you even get a small wave from todoroki, who’s much calmer and always so stunning. katsuki says he only seems calmer because everyone else is so loud, he’s just as crazy as the rest of them. 

you send your smiles and nods, replying to each comment and noticing how none of them touch you.

lastly, you’re back on katsuki who yanks you in his arms right when you’re in his vicinity. he speaks right into your ear and tingles trickle down your spine, “i told you not to come down here, baby.”

baby is a new pet name he now calls you since you cooed at how kirishima called his new wife that. 

“gorgeous,” you moan. gorgeous is your new pet name for him because he is exactly that. he used to frown at the word, adamant at how he isn’t anything like that. that word should be reserved for you. but you kept with it and annoyingly, his head turns every time you say it. 

“i don’t like you hearin’ this shit,” he’s firm, hands at your hips as you stand between his legs, peering down at him.

you roll your eyes, “you do realise i’ve heard this shit since i was a child back home, right? none of this is a surprise.”

“i don’t give a fuck. if you don’t need to hear it, then you’re not,” he slaps your ass as if to get you moving but you stay still between his legs, your face turning into stone.

you’re about to snap back at him, ready to dispute everything he said when kirishima speaks up from behind you.

“oh yn! momo told me about what happened a few days ago? are you alright?”

you turn your head in slow motion, your already furrowed eyebrows hardening with a glare that could kill. kirishima stills looking between your anger and bakugou’s confusion.

you begin, “oh erm—,”

“what the fuck happened a few days ago?”

the room simmers to silence, bakugou’s hands on your hips burning through your clothes and into your skin. all his men are on edge, darting between every face and avoiding you and your fiancé. kirishima is bright red, filled with regret.

you put on a face of nonchalance, crossing your arms across your chest, “nothing.”

bakugou exhales roughly, pinching the bridge of his nose in impatience, “fuck that, tell me what happened. why’s he askin’ if you’re okay?”

“i said it’s nothing, katsuki!” your arms shake in the air in exasperation, trying to get out of his grasp but he holds on tight.

“yn look at me. you’re gonna tell me or he is. who do you want me to hear it from?” he bites, ruby eyes glowing and staring down your soul. he looks like everything a chief should look like. fur around his shoulders, his bare chest showing underneath, ropes and ropes of jewellery around his neck. thick hoop earrings litter his lobes, shining in the candlelight. he doesn’t intimidate you, all the wealth and strength he breathes. especially since half of it is yours now.

you growl, shaking out of his grip and to your surprise he lets go of you, “momo and i went out to the neighbouring village and this man cornered me. he said stuff about you, but it’s fine i kicked him off me and momo and i came back here.”

bakugou blinks. his jaw close to locking as he studies your body like it’s something he should have known just by looking at you. how the fuck did this not get back to him? why didn’t you tell him? were you not as close as he thought?

his heart races in his chest, questions flooding his brain. he looks to kirishima who nods slowly, confirming his thoughts and then his gaze snaps back to you.

“this was two days ago? the day you brought me back flowers?”

you grit your teeth, folding your arms against your chest and looking away defensively, “yes.”

“did he fuckin’ touch you?” he spits and you refuse to look at your fiancé. “kirishima!” he barks and you shy away from the volume.

the redhead sits up straight, scratching his head, “uh, yes chief, my wife said the guy had his forearm on my lady’s neck.”

“he wasn’t even there!”

“is that true?” he sounds steady, flaming anger under his words. he looks much calmer than your uncontrolled annoyance though you can tell exactly how he feels. so much rage that he can only stay this unsettling calm. you don’t know what else to do but nod.

“but i fought him off me!”

bakugou ignores that, “why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

“because you act like this! you don’t think i can’t fight for myself!”

“i’m actin’ like this ‘cause you lied to me,” the realisation hurts, burns. 

“i never lied—,” 

bakugou leans in to your face, the sweet lover you know in your mornings and evenings gone. 

“and i’m actin’ like this because you shouldn’t be fightin’ anyone and nobody should be touchin’ you!”

you push him out your face by his shoulders and the whole table freezes at the contact. you climb out from between his legs, “oh fuck off, bakugou! you don’t know anything about me and what i can do!”

you storm out of the room, your dress blowing behind you with the speed as you slam the door shut. everyone can hear your footsteps rushing up the steps into the main house.

the silence is deadly in the room, bakugou resting his chin in his palm deep in thought and boiling anger.

“wives, am i right?”

“shut up, kaminari.”

“sorry chief, i thought you knew—,”

bakugou rises to his feet, leaning over the table, “fuck the old plan, we’re changin’ the raid.”

you don’t come to dinner which bakugou expected though he can’t deny how his vexation fizzles out at the sight of your bedroom door closed and is replaced with sadness. you’ve been sleeping in his room since the first night you spent together and somehow it feels as if you’ve both gone backwards. 

he’s not apologising, he’s still furious that you didn’t tell him that someone tried to hurt you. how the fuck is he supposed to be a good husband if you don’t tell him shit?

he knocks his hand on the door, exhaustion from the evening finally seeping into his bones. he leans his forehead onto the wood, “baby, it’s me. lemme talk to you.”

his men would be shocked at how he’s acting right now, that there isn’t a grudge towards you as he has for so many people. bakugou’s fury can last lifetimes, he isn’t one to forgive and forget. but right now with you, he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms again.

katsuki knocks again. “baby, open up,” then he pauses, this time pressing his ear to the door, “are you even fuckin’—,” 

his hand goes to the handle, swinging the door to find out you’re nowhere to be seen. he doesn’t know if it’s hope or worry that shakes him first. bakugou stomps down the corridor into his room and you aren’t there either.

“where the fuck did you go?” he speaks to the open air before running down to the lower floors.

“sophie! have you seen my wife? where is she?” he barks but sophie, his head housemaid, doesn’t jump. instead, her green eyes soften with empathy and worry.

“chief, i have not seen her? is my lady missing?”

he doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t know where you are, or the worst, that you’re missing or you left him. who knows what his enemies will do with that information?

“no she’s… fuck,” he rubs a rough hand down his face, “she’s not missin’ but if you see my wife tell me immediately.”

bakugou doesn’t catch sophie’s response, rushing out to the back of his home. where would you go? he flings his head up to the midnight sky like it would give him answers but the sound of the wind brushing through the leaves only makes him think of how he could have made your last conversation smoother. 

bakugou kicks a rock, “fuck!” glancing up from his boot to his lake hidden within greenery and trees, the one he bathes in. “if you’re not there, may god help me.”

at this point, you’re all out of tears. you’re not even sure what you’re crying about, to be honest, maybe everything. you don’t want to be treated like a helpless little dear, unable to do anything herself, hidden away from the intricacies of the world. you don’t think he should be the one to decide what you can and can’t see either.

you hug your knees to your chest before dropping them in a crossed leg position to take your hand through the lake. it always brings you peace to be out here, the beats of the crickets and the faint hoots of owls. even knowing daisy, your fiancé's horse isn’t too far away. though worst of all, it reminds you of him and all the kisses you’ve shared in this exact position, your feet dipped in the water.

you sniff into your hand, then not even bothering to feel alarmed at the footsteps behind you. you know all the exits where someone can find this lake and you know the pattern of the steps.

“there you are. i went fuckin’ crazy back there.”

you don’t bother to turn around, staring at how the moonlight reflects off the water.

you feel him sit beside you, the same as you did in the morning when you ate breakfast. just his proximity makes you feel warmer like it’s instinctive to wrap your arms around his neck in a cuddle. you don’t though, just like he expected so he sighs.

“i’m not apologisin’ to you, i meant what i said,” he states, glancing at your side profile before staring back at the lake. he crosses his legs beside you too.

“if your mind’s already made up then why did you look for me? go back inside.” 

bakugou grunts, you have a tight grip on his heart because he doesn’t know anyone else who talks to him like you do. he craves it.

he decides to lie back on the grass, opting to look at the sky.

“i can’t be a good husband if—,”

“if i don’t talk to you,” you whisper and bakugou hums softly.

“yeah, baby. so talk to me.” it’s almost pleading, to hear the thoughts rattling through your head.

“you treat me like a princess who you can just lock away in a castle. nice for you to look at and touch but i can’t do anything else,” you lay back in the grass, studying the stars, “i am a chief’s daughter, the same way you’re a chief’s son. i grew up learning the same things as you.”

you let your words hang in the air and bakugou crosses his arms across his chest. 

“okay, i’m protective over you. i don’t want you dyin’ when i can just keep you safe instead.”

you let out an annoyed sigh, “you’re not listening to me. i can fight and plan raids too. i’ve been on raids since i was a teen. i don’t need protection to get a man off me when i go visiting villages. you’re going to be my husband, not my prison guard.”

bakugou knows he knows these things. you’ve mentioned bits on how you can fight, he’s seen your aim when you throw knives that day you were showing kirishima and deku. he knows you’re not ignorant to what happens on raids, the murders, the stealing, the brutality. though he guesses he never connected that part of his life to you, the most beautiful person he knows.

“i know that, i get you’ve never been sheltered. still doesn’t mean i want you around that shit,” he turns his head to stare you down, “it also doesn’t mean you should be lyin’ to me. if people are hurtin’ you because of me, it hurts me too.”

“then the issue isn’t me! it’s you, they hurt your pride by hurting your possession!”

“you’re not my fuckin’ possession! anyone who hurts you, hurts me and should pay—,”

you begin to sit up at the same time bakugou reaches out to you. you're too emotional, angry and you don’t have time to perceive the hand as anything close to caring. you snatch his wrist with speed, twisting it so if he moves pain will shoot down his forearm.

he stops mid sentence, staring up at you with pent up fire behind his eyes. you stare back with warning yet surprised at yourself for reacting so quickly.

you hold his wrist tight and even though he can use his other hand to pull you off him or even his legs, he doesn’t. you both narrow your eyes at each other. he knows he’s ruined because he finds your lips first to stare at, then how your chest heaves and the soft curve of your breasts under your dress. katsuki forgets about his wrist in your grasp until he tries to touch you again.

“fuck, who taught you this?” he winces and to his luck, you let go.

“my father.” you snap, tearing away from the beauty of your lover. he’s got his engagement ring on a silver chain around his neck instead of his finger and it’s something you find yourself staring at. your possession over him.

then you sigh, “fine, i should have told you but you can’t blame me for not. i’m not a precious little thing that can’t defend herself. i can.”

he hates going back on his word though he will for you, “you’re precious to me.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the warmth that spreads around you, “katsuki.”

he huffs a small laugh, “i get it. i’m underestimatin’ you and i know you’re strong. you’re stronger than me in so many ways.”

you want to smooth the two lines between his brows with your thumb, kiss the stubble on his face. “and?”

“i’ll stop sayin’ you can’t be around the boys when we talk about raidin’ and other shit,” though you notice the frown deepen when he says it, “i will be getting revenge on those that hurt you though because they deserve to feel the fuckin’ pain. you’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

you don’t turn away from his gaze, you nod, “yes i will.”

“the first agreement of the night.”

you exhale, “the difference is you wouldn’t want me to though. you’d think i’d get killed.”

bakugou grunts, “we’re goin’ in circles, princess.”

you rise to your feet, calling it a night, “i can trust you will come back alive, that you’re good at what you do and you’re strong. you don’t think i’m strong enough to even hear about what goes on let alone believe i can be apart of it. that’s the difference.”

“princess, don’t walk away,” katsuki sits up, but you’re already off.

you ignore him, making your way towards the main house.

“i’m out tomorrow, i’ll be back in a few days,” he blurts, referring to the raid he’s been planning in the opposite village.

you always spend the night together when you know he’s not coming back soon. you have enough faith to know he will always come back so it’s mostly messy, ego-boosting sex about all the shit he wants to impress you with. you’ll miss him tremendously and you know you will even more this time round without it.

you continue your route indoors, running straight up the stairs and into your room.

bakugou holds his head in his hands before letting out a roar of anger. “fuck!” after spending so much time together, he has so much to learn about you and so much to change about himself.

it’s late by the time katsuki makes it indoors, pausing at your door before turning away. by the time you wake up, you’re told he’s already set out for the raid.

usually, the duration of raids depends on how long they need to travel for. sometimes it can be done in an evening and most often it’s three days long. the first and third days are for travelling and prep and the second for the raid itself. the previous couple of times, katsuki loved to kiss in your ear, that he’ll be as quick as possible and how being away from you causes more pain than a stab wound ever could.

it’s been five days now and your fiancé isn’t back. villagers keep asking you when is he returning or when is their husband who went off in bakugou’s army is coming back. maids keep staring at you in worry when you opt to eat dinner alone by the lake. your friends keep you company and so does the library but despite it all, you miss your husband terribly.

you know he will return, you know he’s strong enough to destroy anything in his way though it doesn’t mean you want him out somewhere hurt. you’d much rather have him in your arms, head on your chest as he begs for you to read something to him.

what does piss you off the most though, is how he never said goodbye. that annoyance is enough for you to know he has to return unscathed so that you can push him around for doing that to you.

“y’still mad at me, princess?”

you’re in the kitchen after dinner in one of your comfy dresses and a head in the clouds. after many pleas that you could wash your own plate and cutlery, the maids and servants finally left you alone. the feeling of the cool water on your hands and staring out at the dark sky through the window somehow soothes your worrying thoughts. 

however the familiar voice behind you brings your daydreams to life, a sharp scream bursting out of you. you spin around and clutch the bucket you were using behind you. your heart races as you lock eyes, his usual bright ruby pupils dimmer. he’s got a tired, almost deluded grin on his messy beaded face. a fresh cut slashes through his eyebrow and his right cheekbone, causing your hand to fly to your face in a gasp. he’s filthy, dirt across his skin and his clothes are in tatters. his black cloak that he usually wears is nowhere to be seen, instead, his trousers are torn across the thighs with cuts at his black tunic over his arms and chest. 

bakugou takes one step towards you and there’s no control over your body when you run up into his arms. no care for the dirt and blood that coats him either. bakugou’s arms circle you, his nose breathing in the lavender scent of your hair.

“i’ll take that as a no?”

he’s warm, familiar and your heart feels like it’s mending just from his presence. until you realise what he said and you rip away from him with all your force. you’re arm's length away, giving him a deep frown.

“yes, i am mad at you! y-you can’t leave without saying goodbye to me!”

your fiancé seems to be all over the place, only half registering your words. you notice how there’s no limp in his step and his belt where he usually carries his weapons is still full though stained. stained with blood but the sight doesn’t sway you.

bakugou chuckles deep like his throat is dry then grabs your throat to slam his lips to yours. you accept it, letting him drink you in like you can cure his thirst.

katsuki moans, his arm curling above your ass to hold you close. you curve into his body, relaxing you after so many days on edge.

he parts for a breather but keeps his mouth over yours. you’re exchanging breaths back and forth, “holy fuck, i missed that. i missed you, princess.” 

you’re sure he’s getting blood and dirt on you but it doesn’t bother you. 

you nip down on his bottom lip, feeling him flinch in your arms before his mouth curves into a smile.

“fuck you for taking so long to return home too,” you snip, your arms linking around his neck. 

he doesn’t smell great, he smells like five days away from home with odd baths, grime and metallic bite of blood. you feel insane for the hot burn washing down your body at him being away for so long unexpectedly and finally appearing before you.

“i’m sorry baby, had some issues along the way,” he mumbles, pressing kiss upon kiss to your lips. they're quick pecks and he’s half amused by your neediness. there was a large part of bakugou expecting this to go the wrong way. you storming off from him again, continuing your argument from before. he loves the heat in your eyes, it’s what he needed after being away from you for literal days, the confusion between whether it’s lust or anger.

“i missed you too. hated not knowing,” you whisper, jumping up so he can catch you, your legs wrapping around your waist.

bakugou pushes you against the kitchen wall, ignoring the clangs of the bowls and pans and his nose stroking up your neck, “knowin’ what? you didn’t think i’d come home for you? can’t fuckin’ live without you, ‘course i’m comin’ back.”

your breaths are shaky as he ruts his hips against you, five days without him have been unsatisfying on top of the fear. you whine, lips parted as you take him in for another kiss. bakugou sucks your tongue hard, lifting you higher by the ass.

“i knew you’d come back to me. i didn’t like n-not knowing that you could be out there…,” a whine dribbles out of you as he opts to bruise your neck with nibbles of his teeth, “h-hurt.”

his hands roam your body, sneaking under your dress to feel your waist, the trim of your underwear and your soft breasts. katsuki groans into your neck like a beast, rolling his hips into you, “you care about me princess?”

you tap bakugou’s cheek, not hard enough to hurt but enough to wake him up out of his lust filled reverie.

“of course, i care about you,” you say, your tone softer than expected. 

bakugou’s shoulders drop, tension releasing from his body. he didn’t know he needed that to come from you, despite all the rabid need in the room.

katsuki sighs, a grubby hand holding your chin and he presses a kiss to your lips, before slotting his tongue against yours. you feel heavenly, you are heaven against him, especially after experiencing hell these past few days. you don’t care how he’s come back. it’s his first time stupidly thinking about his appearance and how you’d view him looking so vulgar, but from the way you’re trying to feel every part of him, he knows you don’t care.

“i care about you too,” his thumbs press into your soft stomach and your chin lifts when kisses land at your jaw, “i did so much thinkin’.”

you hum in reply, pulling his tunic up so he can drag it over his head. you feel every part of his chest, the smooth dips and curves. you’re breathless, “about what?”

“you,” he rumbles, katsuki’s hand moving to rub your clit over your underwear. there’s not much pressure with the fabric in between but it makes you weaken all the same, “how i sounded like i didn’t believe in you.”

you can barely remember your last conversation before this now that you have your legs wrapped around katsuki’s bare waist. he licks a stripe up your neck, his thumb rubbing slow circles just where you need. 

“what?”

“i do believe you, princess,” his voice is honey in your ears and you’re burning up so fast you can barely register what he says next, “but i want you to show me.”

bakugou puts you down on your feet slowly, and you’re holding him close to you so he doesn’t leave you again.

“what? what are you doing, katsuki?”

he pulls your arms from around his neck and gracefully the skirt to your dress falls. you’re beautiful, he cannot put into words how five days apart felt. the white of your dress has splotches of blood and dirt from him and it only riles him up more. nevertheless, he keeps to the plan.

bakugou rubs under his nose, “last time we were together, you said you could fight, you could protect yourself and that we were brought up the same. i don’t need to be so protective.” a calloused hand rubs against your cheek before stepping away, leaving you all flustered and flushed. 

“i’m always gonna be protective over you but i want you to show me that you can protect yourself.”

you blink at the man who stands completely serious before you.

“what are you asking me to do?” you cannot quell the heat in your stomach, how raw and masculine he looks before you. bakugou looks even bigger than he did when he left, with a new scar on his left pectoral, and bruising under his right rib. you notice no wounds apart from the open one on his eyebrow. there’s only one small candle by the bucket where you were cleaning and aside from that it’s the moonlight shining through. it makes him look gorgeous, white light on the left side of him, the other side in the shadows. the knives at his waist shine beautifully, multiple different shapes and sizes. you’d much rather fuck him than play this game.

“fight me, baby, take me down,” he says, expression ready for anything.

you frown, “really? but you’re already injured and sore.” your voice is featherlight, your hand coming up to touch his abdomen though bakugou snatches it before you can touch.

“just wanna see what you can do.”

now your eyebrows rise, “oh, you’re so confident i can’t do it that you’re offering yourself injured?”

there’s a cocky rise to his left cheek and a shrug, “you show me, princess.”

bakugou knows how to get you going in more ways than one, tilting his head to watch your pupils roam his body, thoughts going at a million miles.

does he really think you won’t be able to take him down? judging by the smirk on his cheeks and the way he scratches his head, leaving all the blades hanging by his waist free suggests so. 

you lift off the wall, “don’t go easy on me, chief.”

before bakugou has a chance to reply, you use the one thing you have over opponents who are clearly stronger than you, speed. it’s easy for you to manoeuvre around bakugou while he’s off guard, spinning around to him to harshly kick behind his knee. you’re sure to only kick one, leaving his large body to stumble awkwardly to the ground. a loud boom resonates throughout the house at the weight of his body. 

bakugou grunts beneath you and you’re thinking of him in parts. his arms, his legs, his hands. what can go where and how you can stop them. you’re next to kick him in the back, so his chest is on the ground, his cheek on the wooden floor. you rest a foot in the centre of his back, leaning all your body weight to keep him down as you reach to grab his arms to keep them behind his back.

however, your half injured chief of a fiancé is better than that, grabbing at your ankle and spinning around to lay on his back. you’re off balance as he chuckles, “speedy, are you?”

he’s got your foot but you’ve still got your arms. you hold onto his forearm that has you, twisting your hands against his skin in a burn and stomping on his bicep to let you go.

he does release you, not before locking your body around his thighs and with his hips, he thrusts you forward to lay on top of his body.

you’re out of breath, breathing warm and heavy over your fiancé’s face. you’re trapped between his thighs, and he grabs at your wrist.

“you’re beautiful, you know that?” he grins and it only makes you furious.

he’s flushed, bruised and bloody beneath you, plump lips you’d love to kiss and his hair is a complete mess. there’s a slight shine to him with the dirt and the sweat that’s stuck to his body for hours.

you growl, “i can knee you in your balls right now which will make you release your legs. don’t forget you left your waist open this whole time so i can grab a knife and stab you in your throat.”

you even unsheath a knife from his holder with your free hand, resting it on his throat, “flip me around and it goes right below your adam's apple with your own body weight as a force.”

your words are ragged and you notice bakugou’s eyes flick from each body part you mention. how honestly, right now, you’ve got the upper hand.

“does this turn you on, chief?” you tilt your head, eyes wild even though he’s got you pressed firmly against him andhe’s holding your arm at an awkward angle. you’ve still got the knife in your hand that could go through his throat. you try to move your hips in his tight lock around his meaty thighs but you can’t. instead, his grip presses his hard cock further into your stomach.

bakugou grins, “sorta. actually yeah, i think so.”

you roll your eyes, despite the red hot coil burning in your lower stomach. you know that if he flipped your dress up, he’d find your underwear completely damp. 

“you’re also covered in me,” he notes, biting down on his lip at the dirt and blood that streaks your dress, all clean before he came in. you bite back a sigh at the animalistic feelings of this all. the roughhousing, the proof that you could kill the chief of the most powerful village and how bakugou stares back at you with nothing but arousal and pride.

with the arm he’s using to hold yours, you twist your elbow over his to pull out of his grip. you use your free arm to rest your weight on his shoulder. 

“believe me now? i could have killed you three times over,” you say, your voice pitching lower by the end and you don’t mean to stare at his mouth but you do.

“i do, princess,” bakugou murmurs, tone so deeply honest, your eyes widening and your grip loosening on the knife you’re still holding. “shoulda believed it before but i guess i needed to see it in action. what did you do to that guy that attacked you?”

“he had his arm on my throat so i just elbowed his arm out and kicked his chest,”

“right in the centre? it still had bruisin’ four days after fuckin’ idiot,” bakugou spits and you frown down at him, brushing his hair off his forehead.

“how do you know?”

“that was the village we went to raid,” he smirks, then finds your chin to pull you for a kiss, it has you chasing after his lips for more, “got you some pretty shit. they had lots of rubies there.”

“i thought you were going to—,”

“changed my mind.”

“did you kill him to protect your pride?”

“did it to protect yours,” he nips at your bottom lip, “you bruised him, i get to kill him.”

you laugh into his mouth, throwing the knife to the side and caressing katsuki’s cheek as your kiss only becomes deeper.

“did it all for you,” he mumbles, swiping his tongue against yours messily, “we took so long ‘cause i had to kill them all… all his fuckin’ men.”

your fiancé makes you needy, feral. your brain is cotton as you haphazardly tug at his trousers but bakugou’s too engrossed in your mouth to shuffle to pull them off. though the grip on his thighs loosens, and he joins in shoving the fabric of your dress up to your waist so you can hump his cock.

“t-thank you,” you moan into his mouth, hand roaming across the light dust of dark blonde hair over his chest. together, you’re burning electricity, sparks setting off whenever you touch. 

“don’t fuckin’ thank me,” he snaps, rolling over and bringing you with him so your back is against the ground.

he is gorgeous above you and you’re so close his new thick fuzz of facial hair tickles your cheeks. much thicker than you’ve ever seen it. you take note of the new scars that are about to form on his face and the ones that are halfway to healing on his chest.

you brush your fingertips over his abdomen, “i hope i didn’t hurt you too much.”

bakugou grunts, rubbing his clothed cock against your clit beneath your underwear. the contact has your eyes fluttering to shut, your hips tilting towards him.

“it hurt more when you never told me what happened to you that day,” he digs his teeth into your neck, then sucks softly to soothe the pain, “how am i supposed to be a good husband if—,”

“i know, i know,” you whine and now it’s your turn to lock your legs around his waist keeping him with you in case he even thinks of leaving. you’re not sure where the build up of emotions comes from, perhaps the lack of sleep without him by your side, the silent goodbye, the anger mixed with glee at his return. tears well up on your waterline though they don’t fall, “i’m sorry, katsuki.”

he’s quick to notice the change in tone, darting up from his attack on your neck to your pouting face. 

“no, don’t fuckin’ cry,” he coos and you keep the fact that you have the chief cooing and consoling you deep in your back pocket. he kisses your lips softly, his hips rocking sweetly against your clit, “i’m sorry too. baby, no tears for me, yeah?”

“i missed you so much and i-i felt so bad since our last conversation was an argument—,” 

he shuts you down with another kiss, “princess, an argument isn’t gonna keep me away from you. i thought i’d come home to an angry wife, you had me fuckin’ nervous.”

you laugh as his massive calloused thumbs wipe away the tears, “i was angry.”

“you’re not now?”

“no.”

“that’s good.”

then to your hell, he pulls away from you but not too far, just sinks further down your body. your breath hitches in anticipation. you even forget momentarily you both are still on the floor in the kitchen, though you guess it makes sense with the way he’s about to eat you.

bakugou’s large palms rub over your thighs like a massage. thumbs kneading the skin like dough, before he pushes your knees to your face. you note how he licks across his bottom lip as he stares between your legs. you’re not sure if he can see the damp between your legs with the poor lighting. you’re sure he’d laugh at you if he could. “thought about the taste of you every fuckin’ day i was away from you, princess. every fuckin’ day.”

the rumble of words set you on fire, “thought about you too.”

a single eyebrow rises, “you touch her?”

he feels for your underwear, pulling it off under your ass and over your legs. bakugou groans at just the smell of you, aroused and waiting for him. 

“yes,” you breathe and a thumb flicks over your clit. to finally be touched feels glorious, you never realise how attached you get to his touch until he leaves. he presses your thighs so your knees are at your ears and the burn of the stretch is welcome. “thought of how you would do it.”

“did you come too?” he’s transfixed between your legs, laying flat on his chest to bring his face closer and you can no longer see him over the fabric of your dress. your whole body withers in excitement, the thought of having his mouth on you again, the lewdness of having your legs open and exposed.

you arch your back for more of anything, “yes, chief.” 

bakugou darts his eyes up to the mountain of fabric on your chest. he can only see your breasts rising and falling. fuck, he’s lucky. he’s also not stupid, he’s aware of this little chief thing you’ve got for him. why not indulge? he’s been away for so long, you had to take care of your pretty pussy all on your own. he should be face first on you all night in apology.

“keep callin’ me that. anythin’ else and you’re not comin’.” he kitten licks your clit and you mewl delightedly, your hand brushing through his hair.

“yes,” you squeak and you twitch when he bites your thigh lightly, “yes chief.”

bakugou starts with pure skill and technique. licking a stripe from your asshole to your clit before swallowing all the goodness. “fuck, aren’t you the prettiest?” he groans, spreading your lips apart with two fingers and resting his hand on the hair at your mound. he sucks harshly on your clit and your whole body rumbles, “aren’t you?”

“oh fuck—, yes chief, i am,” you tremble, rocking your hips against his face. if you could see him right now, you know his face would be wet from you, especially from the way you feel him moaning as he eats. 

he focuses on your clit with his tongue, brushing around the bud in circles and adoring how you keep mumbling nonsense every few seconds. there’s no warning when he takes two fingers and thrusts them into you.

“c-chief, oh my… fuck, kats—,” you pour out and as soon as you slip up, his tongue comes off you. he does keep his fingers inside you but they’re not moving. you pulse around him, beginning for a release and he knows, he can feel it.

“not my name, princess. get it right and you get to come all over me,” he rests up on his arm to see you fully. only now, does bakugou fully understand what he was missing not being able to see your face over your dress. you can say the same thing to him too. “i was willin’ to die out there for you. all the anger i felt… so fuckin’ mad at the way he touched you.”

“you’re all—,” you begin, but the tips of his fingers begin to stroke against your walls. bakugou laughs at how easily you succumb to him, your arms reaching out to his face. he leans in close to you, always finding it hard to say no. you pout your lips at him, and his fingers curl inside of you, “i’d die for you too, chief.”

bakugou shakes his head, a crazed grin on his face. he loves you saying that to him, it sends a wild thrill down his spine that you’d put yourself on the line for him. but he doesn’t need that from you. “you won’t needa do that princess. i’ll be here for you.”

you know your fiancé is one for confessions during sex. dramatic ones that rack your brain and have you thinking about the words for days after until you corner him at dinner about them. he’ll confirm them again completely sober.

there’s no question, when you bring him in for a kiss. bakugou’s fingers piston inside of you, the same speed when he fucks you after a long day. you’re moaning into his mouth, holding him with strength he didn’t know you to have. you only pull away because you’re unable to focus on two things at once. your back begins to arch and your clothed breasts press against his bare chest.

“y-you taste like me,” you whine and all of a sudden you grab his wrist between your legs. he stops his hand out of confusion and frowns over at you.

“what’s wrong princess?”

“wanna come with you inside me, your cock,” you whisper, lust laced through your words. 

bakugou nods like there’s a spell over him, dragging his hand out of you and roughly pulling down his trousers. his cock springs out, slapping against his bare chest and you sigh longingly.

“it’s okay, baby, you’ll be gettin’ him,” it’s not long at all for bakugou to grip his cock and tap it against your clit. he grins at how you twitch, locking your arms around your knees to hold them up. “you’re so good for me aren't you, princess?”

“i’d be better if you fucked me,” you barely manage to voice and bakugou huffs a laugh.

“say it again politely,” and he teases you, his tip dipping into your hole. a cute “oh” passes your lips at the sensation. “baby.”

“i’ll be good if you fuck me, chief. please,” you plead, biting your lip as you stare up at him.

bakugou groans loud enough to wake up everyone in the village. being with you, like this, feels like religion. willing to give up everything to please and honour you. he can’t think of anything else he’d rather do than to see you satisfied because of him. 

“yes baby,” he whispers as if in a trance and he’s tending to you quickly, holding his cock at the base and slowly pushing inside of you.

it feels as if all the tension in your body releases at the feel of him. up in the clouds with your fiancé with his thickness stuffed within your walls. you exhale blissfully, closing your eyes as you keep your thighs in place. the angle is delightful, quenching your thirst slightly.

bakugou balances on a palm by your head, his other hand palming at your clothed breast. he’s missed you more than he could describe, but knowing this raid was for you made everything worthwhile.

“oh you make me feel, oh,” you try but bakugou begins to slide in and out creating a rhythm that has your heart beating out your chest. he’s slick and smooth with your wetness and the pat pat of your bodies only makes you wetter.

“like what, princess?” he manages, squeezing your breast to make you open your eyes.

“amazing, chief,” you smile at him and it’s a smile he’s never seen before. it’s round eyes, a layer of sweat giving you a shine, and a toothy grin. he can tell you’re not all here on the earth but you’re in the same place as him.

he kisses roughly at your jaw and you laugh at the feeling of his new beard against you, “want you to come with me, yeah?”

he punctuates his question with quicker jolts of his hips. each only pressing against your softest parts causing your back to arch. you’re so close, the heat in your stomach burning up that you’re sure you’re marking your thighs by holding so tight.

“c-chief, katsuki, i’m about to—,” 

“all for me. come on,” he whispers in your ear and he sees how you get enveloped by your pleasure. it washes over you, your fingertips tense, your mouth parted to whine. you even push back onto him, the hot fuzzy sensation reaching your toes.

it’s not too long before bakugou has to regretfully slide out of you when it gets too much. he pumps thrice, coming all over your dress with a groan that’s on the edge of pain. 

“motherfucker, fuck,” he mumbles before laying beside you on the floor of the kitchen.

you’re both lumps of heaving, sweaty bodies and like always, his hand finds yours and he plops it on his heart.

“can’t believe you came on my dress, i like this one!” you glance down at the newfound stains and lay your head back down with a sigh.

“princess, you’ve got my blood and dirt on that too. it needs a clean.”

“you need a clean,” you turn your head to face him, tiredness but relief all over his face. you smirk, “when was the last time you cleaned your dick?”

bakugou laughs drily, stretching his arms above his head whilst still holding your hand. your body drags with him, “you didn’t care a second ago, i know you don’t now.”

you make a noise of disapproval, looking over your fiancé with fresh eyes, “i’m happy you’re home.”

bakugou tilts his head, blinking at you softly like a friendly cat. your heart warms. 

“i’m happy i’m home too.”

—

your fiancé carries you bridal style through your home and you can’t stop touching the thick beard growing at his chin and cheeks. even the moustache on his upper lip has you fascinated. 

you like it. a lot. and once you’ve softened him up by complimenting his new look, even suggesting keeping it, you try something else.

“so, since you know i can take you down, does this mean i can go on a raid with you?”

bakugou narrows his gaze at you in his arms. happy, sweet and sated. your fingers are touching every bit of skin above his shoulders. he has no clue why you thought to put your finger in his ear a second ago but he didn’t say no.

“princess, i am fuckin’ tired. i want to sleep until next year and not think about another raid until i wake up,” he deadpans but to his detriment, you pout.

“okay,” and he thinks it’s over when you snuggle against him, fingertips brushing against the hair on his chest, “i don’t need your permission anyway.”

“i will throw you out of the window,” he threatens but his grip tightens on you when he says the words.

you giggle and he thinks the sun is rising outside, “no you wouldn’t.”

“i could.”

“but you wouldn’t.”

VIKING MASTERLIST

Just thinking about the Todoroki family's ~quirkless~ last child. And how she was an even bigger disappointment than the rest of her failure siblings where they at least have quirks and she's been nothing but a burden her entire life, freeloading with no prospects and zero talent. HOWEVER, on her eighteenth birthday… the Todoroki household is finally going to have her lazy ass earn her keep. One. Turn. At a time.

TW: incest, dubcon, one lesbian slur, virginity-loss, double-penetration, anal, bondage, bukkake, just one gangbang after the other, overstimulation, mind break, don’t know what got into me, SO MUCH SMUT

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FAMILY FUN

Mommy and Daddy have their go with you first and your brothers bitch and whine because they just know your virgin cunt’s not gonna be as tight after. 

And they’re right. 

If the thick fingers harshly prepping you don’t break you in first, Daddy’s towering red-bulged cock sure as fuck will. 

Your body doesn’t even allow the tip of his cockhead entry at first. But Daddy doesn’t let your virginity stop him for long, as he takes you by the hips with his strong sturdy hands and splits through your way too tight pussy from behind. Filling you up snug and then some until you swear he’s as deep as your throat.

And Mommy moans out her coos as she strokes your hair, Daddy’s large foot placed at the back of your skull, stomping your head into her slick cunt where your cries drum her clit. 

And Daddy’s balls are so heavy, clapping against your clit as he burrows the red-angry tip of his cock against your cervix brutally at a pace that has your perky tits swinging against the sheets with burns. Belly-bulge hurting where you’re going lightheaded with moans as you lap up Mommy’s juices. 

You try telling them you can’t breathe, you try telling them you’re going to tear apart soon, but they just remind you of your manners with a smack to the cheek of both your face and ass while sternly telling you not to speak with your mouth so full.

You’re allowed some relief as Daddy finally lifts his foot off your head when your pussy’s not giving him too much trouble anymore, now that your silky slick is coating even his balls and his cock is gliding in and out of your velvety walls with your juices dripping onto the sheets, making them damp as though you’ve wet yourself.

But, Mommy’s still not done with your pretty face and cups your head close to her cunt so she can rub her clit against your little pink tongue for you to drink up her spill.

“Yes, baby, keep licking- Mommy’s going to cum soon~” Rei coos as she fervently bucks her hips to angle her crotch against your slicked-up face, rubbing her pussy up and down from your chin to your nose, bathing you in her juices.

She’s watching Enji plunge his fat cock, which nearly broke her at your young age and has only grown fatter with the years since, deep into your tight virgin cunt, smiling at how your thighs quake because of it where your knees only barely skim the sheets as Daddy has you lifted to meet his sharp angry thrusts far into your ribcage. 

It makes her sweaty and giddy to see you struggling to compensate so prettily for them right before she cums on your panting pretty pink tongue. 

She wants to comfort and reward you for being so obedient to them. Help you feel good too.

“Come here, my baby~” She pouts, guiding you up with two hands cupping your messy face, having you crawl on your hands and knees with Daddy driving his hot rod through your taunt tightness until your head collapses against her tits from the force of his unyielding pummeling where he has your ass red from smacking against his pelvis as he makes you take his dick, all the way out before all the way inside again.

Mommy coos at you with a hand petting your weary head as she motions your slack jaw towards her nipple for you to suck on, giggling while feeling your pussy leaking onto her toes beneath you. 

“Aw~ you’re so wet, sweetie~” She squeals happily, thinking about giving you a playful foot-job to help you relax and cum for them, but shimmies down further until her head’s placed between your glossy thighs instead, right where Enji’s fat sweaty sack’s swinging heavily back and forth like a swing-set as he pounds your poor cunt. Juicy-full balls clenching with thick pumping veins in wait to empty their big load inside their daughter’s virgin womb. 

She licks at the sheen coating your thighs and hums at the mix of salty sweat and sweetness, her warm breath on that pretty little swollen clit of yours. Plump and blushed and so very sensitive. 

She gave the pretty bead a quick kitten lick just to tease you and you keeled over with a scream from the intensely overstimulated orgasm it forced onto you, electric thrills zipping along your thighs throughout the tips of your curled toes, the side of your face mushed hard into your parent’s damp pillow where Mommy came just a minute ago before you. 

And you clenched hard on Daddy’s dick, giving his fat raging pole a tight squeeze of gratitude before you flushed him with sweet pussy-juice. And Mommy’s sucking you while you squirt on her face and Daddy’s fucking you through it and your tiny fists clench the sheets where you shake with pleasure with your tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling all the way back into your skull as you moan out like a dirty little whore.

The last thing you remember is Mommy eating Daddy’s cum from your creamed cunt before you wake up, still on your knees, though now with Touya-Nii's cock on your face. A hard and weighty length balanced right between your eyes.

“Yisss, baby-siss, just like that, keep kissing ‘em just like that.” Big brother groans aggressively through clenched teeth as he fists the hair at the nape of your neck with a tug to angle your face into his sack.

He doesn’t care how many times you cum on that vibrating egg he stuffed your cunt with, he only cares that you look pathetic on your knees as you moan while suckling his balls like you’re desperately hungry for his milk. 

He doesn’t know why Natsuo’s going through the trouble of prepping you for anal with a wet rim job either.

If it was him, he’d just stick it to you raw and hear you cry and whine while you adjust to the fatness staking home in your ass. Perhaps give you a smack if you complain too much. 

If it ain’t gonna be painal then what the fuck’s the point of anal at all, right? But, it sure looks like you’re grateful for it the way your rocking back into your Natsu-Nii’s face as he slurps your butt while you kiss bigger Nii-san’s ball-sack like a fish being fed. 

He’s watching Natsuo gorge himself between your perfectly round bum, shaking his head and clicking his tongue at his amateur younger brother, thinking he’s going to blow his load before he even gets to enter your ass with how desperately he’s fisting his cock. 

Touya just rolls his eyes with a scoff and fingers the tiny remote control in his hand like a menace, grinning while listening to the thrums of the egg get louder, liking how you shift on your knees with a whine, more slick running down your thighs as they tremor from the climax. Your eyes take another barrel roll as your jaw slacks even looser, falling open and taking his balls even better into your warm wet receiving mouth with a soft grateful moan.

He doesn’t really want to fuck your cunt the same day the old man’s blown his load inside you. He’d rather wait until nightfall and fuck you while you sleep after your shower when you’re nice and clean and even dopier, where he can have you all to himself. 

Right now, though, he’s going to settle for painting your pretty face and tits and having you lick him up like a lollipop while Natsuo breaks in your ass. 

You look good down on two knees like that, holding onto his thighs with your tongue lapping his scrotum, begging for the cum stored inside them like a thirsty little mind-broken whore. You’re adorable sucking and licking at him more desperately each time he gives your face a mean slap with his heavy dick, aiming at you with the harsh hard spine of his Jacob’s ladder for extra motivation. He likes the little teardrops hanging off your lashes and dripping down your cheeks, crying all cute and shit while you kiss his nuts.

He thinks he’d like to give you a golden shower once. Piss right into your wide-open mouth, make you drink it, gag and nearly drown in it while he fucks your throat, and make you thank him after swallowing it all. He should bring his friend over. He bet Shiggs would love to make a toy out of you. He does the most disgusting things to unwilling skanks, he can’t wait to see what he’d do to you who’ll lie still with your mouth agape and your legs spread like such an obedient little cum-slut. 

Your Shiggs’ type. Cute, pretty, and docile as you are. He bet he would take your anal virginity the right way; stick it in with no warning, your face on the floor with his toes hooked in your mouth to keep you grounded and screaming. Shiggs would sit on your face afterward and have you give him a wet rim as thanks for giving your ass a good buttfuck instead of this pussy-foot bullshit Natsuo’s doing.

But shit, it looks like his kid-brother really enjoys giving his kid-sister a nice sloppy butt-tonguing. And looks like you’re really loving it as well with the way you’re moaning and glucking on his cock and balls, so eager he’d think you’d been doing it all your life.

Granted, you’re a bit clumsy with it. But Touya doesn’t mind. He likes messy.

Finally, he pulls you from frenching his balls. Hooking a thumb behind the row of lower teeth in your mouth to tug your chin down so you don’t accidentally bite him when he shoves his length inside your warm drooling cave and starts hacking at the back until your throat gives and you have him swallowed down as deep as your jugular.

And he keeps you there.

And in the silent panic of choking you feel Natsu-Nii’s tongue wriggle inside your butt as Touya’s strong hand cups your skull, your nose nudged against his stiff white pubic hairs, his cock lodged all the way down your tight constricting tunnel as you convulse with hiccups and coughs you try holding down to please him, swallowing your spit around him until he feeds your throat full of bitter seed that runs thinly down your pipe until laying in a warm pool in your gut. 

“There you go- swallow, baby-sis.” He orders, shuddering while he moans, still with his hand clamping your head down on his cock. His other hand squishing his ball-sack against the drool on your chin as he makes a few more sudden jerks with his hips.

He pulls your head off by giving your hair another yank, and you gulp like you’re coming up for air, and he drops a splatter of spit onto your face with jaded eyes. 

“You’re welcome.” He snickers, letting go of you with a satisfied sigh where you land on your palms and cheek in a flurry of coughing up and swallowing down spit and cum that’s got your throat raw on choking. 

His pants are pulled up when you gather yourself enough to look up from laying in a slumped heap on the dirty floors his Docs just stood on. He’s already fingering a cigarette with his phone held before him, sounds from a videogame coming through the speaker as you catch him leave through the door. 

Talking through the smoke he’s got pressed between his lips, words slightly handicapped because of it. “Drop your joystick, loser- and come tag-team my useless sister later.” 

Some quick-paced controller clicks pass along the intrusive loudness of shooting and screams. “Which one?” A rusty voice croaks and your guts churn knowing who it is.

“Tch- the quirkless one that isn’t a dike, dumbass-” Touya talks back and it’s the last you catch of the conversation before the door slams shut behind him.

And by that time, it seemed your other brother was done feasting on your firm hole, wiping the drool off his chin before hoisting you from the ground up on the sticky leather couch he, Touya, and Touya-nii’s questionable friends sit on and play questionable games while drinking questionable liquors.

You hadn’t really noticed you were in the game-room before now, though didn’t get long to wonder how or when you’d gotten there before nii-san shoved your head down into the cold couch seat.

Like father, like son, Natsuo also wants you face-down and ass-up, bending you over into a low bow that had your back in a slope and your ass nudged tight against his crotch where he stood wide-legged behind you, rubbing his stiff dick in the wet of his spit between your plump cheeks. 

Though, unlike Daddy, he’s not allowing you to clutch the sofa for support. 

Nah, Natsuo has your arms roughly pulled behind your back instead as he begins nudging his pre-cum leaky cockhead inch by fat inch into your taut asshole. 

You try and wheeze out a little prayer for him to go slower, but you choke on the words as he pushes with a strength you just can’t fight all the way inside your virgin butt until his balls are pressed firmly against the puffy lips of your wet drooling pussy. You whine and he groans as he feels the egg inside your other hole pulse against his shaft with your tight ass clenching around him like a vice. 

“Fuh-uuck-” He groans out, like a bull, having your wrists go blue with how hard he’s gripping them as he drags his shaft out slowly. He nearly cums right then as you squeeze him even tighter, biting his lip harshly to hold back.

He thinks your moans are so pretty. Girly little mews like a pet kitten. Such a good girl taking him so well and so deep, lying there so obediently beneath him with your ass nudged teasingly back into him.

He can barely take it. 

He’s taking his perky little sister in her perfect and tight ass for her very first time. And it feels so fucking goodhe has to lean his forehead against the couch cushion before him, drowning his head in the plush leather while panting and groaning with his back in a hunch as he curves into your butt as deep as he can.

Droplets of sweat go dripping down his chest and you feel it trickle down the slide of your spine, some of it running between your ass-cheeks, gliding along where he’s stuffing into your behind slowly and carefully as though he’s savoring every single inch of you hugging him.

He nearly tells you that he loves you when he blows, ending up biting the leather he has his face pressed against instead as he pumps pulse after pulse of thick hot cum deep inside you.

He feels slightly bad for you as you lie there panting and exhausted, with the hole he just ravaged twitching and gaping while leaking with his load. He wants to hold you as you sleep, both your sweaty bodies pressed tightly against each other while he has you cock-warming him all through the night. But unfortunately, there are others in the house that still haven’t gotten their share of you yet. So, the last thing he does is kiss your temple before carrying you off to the one next in line.

And unlike the prior threesomes, Fuyumi wants you all to herself. 

She was slightly pouty because Natsuo got a crack at you before her along with Touya, given she’s older, but dealt with it while watching your exhausted little sweaty face suck on the worn panties she’d stuffed your mouth with. And then she felt kind of happy that her brothers and Daddy had taken you before her and thought for a moment to ask Shoto if he as well wanted to have a go before she got started. 

She thinks you look really sweet with all their dried cum caking you up like frosting.

She puts her mouth to the stains on your ass and gives it a taste, wondering whether she can guess who’s who. With Touya being such a booze-junkie, she’d wager his cum tastes like acid, which meant the flecks on your bum weren’t him. Which in turn meant it must be Natsuo, given Daddy wouldn’t waste a single drop worth of his precious cum anywhere except for deep within your tight cunt.

Humming at her deduction, she pushed her glasses back tight to her bridge. “Wake up, Imouto,” She purred and gave your ass a light clap, watching it jiggle with an endeared smile as more of Natsuo’s cum dribbled out of your still-twitchy butthole. 

You moaned and suckled some on the sweetness of the thing stuffing your mouth as you once again stirred from yet another black-out you’d fallen in after your brothers had their fun with you. Lying on your belly with something tying both your wrists behind your back.

The smell of the new place was sweet, and by that, you knew it was your older sister’s room even with the blindfold she’d wrapped your eyes with.

“Have you had fun today?” She asks gleefully while mounting you, her manicured hands dipping into the cake of your ass before spreading the cheeks, watching you expand and flutter around nothing, whiteness leaking from both places. “Mmh… I can tell you’ve had cock stuffed in all your lucky holes.” She chuckled softly. “So many big birthday gifts for you on your special day… you want mine too, birthday girl?”

Your hands fidgeted behind your back the more you came to as your sister's warm thickly strong thighs rubbed against your soft ones while she played paddy-cake with your buttcheeks. 

“I don’t think I need any extra lube with how prepped you are for me already.” She commented and you felt something cold and rounded press against your heat where she bucked her hips some on top of you until the tip of it shimmied its way between your still tingly lips, starting to stretch your sore muscle open again. “So- maybe I’ll just puuush…” She croons while watching your pretty hole spread around it, moaning as she forces the thick toy inside you with one swift roll of her waist. “Right inside.” 

Her eyes are glued to the strap-on stuffing you and the cum oozing out from the sides as she bottoms out, leaving no room left inside. Smiling calmly while she listens to you moan while you suck on her underwear, watching your wrists wring against each other where she’d bound them together with her old pink skip-rope.

“This cock just slips right into you, doesn’t it, Imouto?” She giggles again. “Right in where it belongs, hmm, Imouto?”

She starts riding you, rolling her hips against your ass. The thick silicon drilling into your cunt. In deep and out again. Her nails clawing into the plush chunks of ass as she spreads you to look into your other hole and how adorably it flexes around the absence of Natsuo. She does like Dabi and spits on you, watching gleefully as the blob slips and disappears inside you.

“You like cock, don’t you, Imouto?” She coaxed with a condescending giggle while fucking you, leaning down against your naked back with her large breasts squishing against your shoulder blades, her warm breath hot on the shell of your ear as the toy reached way too deep inside your already sore tenderness. “Right?” She whispered, giving your earlobe a lick before laughing some again, rocking her hips back and forth with the dildo already pushed as far into you as it could reach.

You nodded your head and tried squeaking out a yes through the gag as your toes curled and reached on repeat.

“Yes?” Your sister piqued and you continued your desperate nodding with the aim of pleasing her. “You only like cock?” She asked then, her tone suggestively tense, and you had the crawling feeling she’d led you straight into a trap.

Fuyumi clicked her tongue three times in a row while shaking her head slowly, lifting her weight off your back to get access to your plush ass again, giving the flesh a harsh slap while keeping her strap-on situated deep inside you still.

“Bad Imouto.” She scolded and you whined out a cry upon the sting left on your flesh. “Daddy doesn’t want you to just like cock- he wants you to looove cock.” She explained while tightly fucking into the sponge wall at your very depths on repeat, making you give a muffled whimper as your brows intertwined with pain. “Let’s try again, hmm? Imouto, do you like cock?”

This time you shook your head, hoping she was kind enough to allow you some mercy.

“No? You don’t like cock, Imouto?”

You shook your head some more and your sister giggled once again.

“Do you love cock?” She watched you nod your head, and started to rock against you again with speed. Nudging the silicone in and out of you, watching you make the toy glossy with slickness as she fucked you into another orgasm that had your ass dance for her. “Yesss, good, you love that feeling in your tight little pussy, you love taking that cock-” She moaned, teasing your cunt some more with the fat dildo before popping it out of you to watch your cunt spasm around the void it used to fill. Smiling down at the pretty show until calmly slinging her leg over you and hoping off as though she’d been riding a horse that had reached its destination. 

You coiled against the bedsheets like a caterpillar in the aftershocks of your peak. Turning around to better breathe while your hips stuttered and nails made indents in your palms. And Fuyumi giggled at your pathetic crumbling composure while grabbing ahold of your ankles, spreading them before latching something around each two. And with it, you were unable to close your legs again. 

And then you heard the thrums of something familiar.

Something dangerous and something you definitely didn’t want touching your body right after peaking. You wiggled in the anxious anticipation before feeling the strict intense vibrations patter against your way too sensitive clit going haywire beneath the assault.

“Here you go~ Happy birthday, baby~” Fuyumi mollycoddled while watching you sob into your gag, limbs tensing while your chest heaved and your little toes cramped. 

You whimpered in panic as your thighs quaked by the stimuli, and Fuyu-Nii hummed in amusement as she snickered. 

“How many times have we made you cum today, Imouto?” She asked as she pulled her now wet with drool underwear out of your whiny mouth.

“I don’t n-” You cried with glossy strings snapping between your panting lips.

“You don’t know?” Your sister questioned, feigning being appalled. “Daddy’s right, you are a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” She spat, whipping the wet lace undergarment across the bare flesh of your tits, making you yelp. “It’s all right, Imuoto. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” She cooed then after, and you felt her soft lips kiss along the welt left behind by the strike before giving each of your nipples a teasing little smooch. “Big sis is here to teach you how to be a good and grateful little whore.”

The blindfold wrapped upon your eyes left little to be seen sept from darkness, but your other senses aided you well at your loss of vision. Feeling the warmth close to your face and the reek of sweet sweaty pungent lust wafting close to your nose.

“Open up, Imouto. Open wide for me.” Your sister commanded and you had a fair idea what was going to enter your mouth once you did. “Taste yourself.” She said softly in a whisper, before she pushed the fat silicon between your teeth and onto your tongue, all the way through your gaping mouth until your plump swollen lips locked around the mock base separating you from her cunt. “Does it taste good?” She continued in her sweet tone while fucking your face slowly, letting you clean the toy of all your mess. “Probably tastes like Daddy.” She giggled. “I bet he had a good time breeding your silly little pussy full of his ball juice.”

She kept cooing and praising you as you sucked on her makeshift cock, violent vibrations on your clit as you heard her playing with yet another trinket, this time sounding of the metallic kind. And though curiosity peaked in your blindness, you weren’t dying to find out what it was, as you were more than certain it was going to make itself known on your body real soon.

“I have another birthday present for you, Imouto.” Fuyu-Nii cheered. 

And as you’d suspected you felt the pinch of the metal clamps squeezing the nib of your nipple into a pretty perky little nub. And then the other nipple had its turn and you whined around the cock lodged in your mouth. And though you couldn’t see it you could tell your sister had a chain running from her hand reigning each their tortured tit. 

“So pretty, Imouto.” She admired, finally removing the dildo from your mouth before proceeding to remove it entirely as you heard it drop with a clatter and a heavy thud to the floor.

She rubbed a thumb over your bottom lip and smeared your spit across it and suddenly you felt a blob of someone else’s saliva hit your tongue before sliding down the slope of your throat, making you swallow. She looked down at your pretty flustered face and your open mouth, needing to push her glasses back on once they started sliding in the dew her heated face had cooked up from playing with you.

Not to mention the heat downstairs. A heat you were only dampening with more of your heavy panting breaths as your little face just begged for some comfort food where you deliriously cried and whined from the excessive beat the cruel vibrator placed between your barred legs.

“What about pussy, Imouto?” She murmured. “You love pussy?” 

The question was accompanied by a pull of the nipple clamps and you stuttered out an answer. “Y-yes-”

“Is that right? You love pussy?” She cheered, and you felt her inch closer, the warmth of her thighs hugging each side of your head and the tickle of what you could only guess were pubic hairs ghosting your face. “Mmh, we’ll see…” She smirked and yanked some more on the cruel things squeezing your poor nipples. “Smell it.” She moaned, nudging herself against your face, where her wet clit smeared the tip of your nose and her pussy-lips lightly kissed your pouty ones. “Lick it.”

You did like earlier and stretched your tongue out, dipping the muscle into the warmth slick walls and zigzagging up and down the lips like mommy had told you she liked just a few hours ago.

“Ah- I see mommy already taught you a few tricks, Imouto.” She crooned as you slurped her down, moaning shamelessly with a smile while throwing her head back with how good your little face felt pleasing her wet pussy. “Mmh yes- Use that tongue, baby, and lick-” 

She had to bite her lip with how you were lapping at her clit and fucking her hole with the tip of your tongue, drinking all her juice down, and not letting a single drop go to waste. Making the lewdest noises while eating her out as though starved even though it was just a way for you to distract yourself from the violent orgasm the toy playing your clit was granting you. 

She wasn’t even disappointed she couldn’t find an opportunity to punish you. She could only moan as you pleased her until she felt the pleasure climb so high and knot so tight until the coil snapped inside her and out she flushed all over your glossy little face. 

“Ah~ good girl, such a good girl-” She cooed while riding your face still before the stimulation became too much for her and she had to pull on your nipple clamps as though halting a horse. “Good girl.” She breathed heavily, her creamed and drenched cunt still placed heavily atop your face as she slowly came down from her high. A pleased smile quietly placed on her dewy face. 

She stroked your cheek when looking down at you drowning between and beneath her, smile widening as she watched how pathetically your thighs quaked with the vibrator still nudged tight against your poor overstimulated clit. 

She just gave your nipples yet a tug, beginning to rock her cunt against your mouth again with a new command upon her strict lips.

“Clean me.”

After Fuyumi had toyed with you a dozen more times, with vibrators stuffed in your every orifice until you were screaming and wailing from overstimulation, you were beyond deadbeat once she finally felt she’d had enough fun. Wishing ever so hopelessly with dopey blinking eyes that Shoto was still as uninterested as he’d seemed when the proposal had initially been offered by Daddy.

The youngest brother, though still older than you, had only silently stood there during the family meeting, not a word leaving him as he leaned against the wall like he usually does with his bangs shadowing over whatever dull expression gracing his face.

Shoto was always quiet and you honestly didn’t know much about him despite him being the closest to you out of all your other siblings age-wise. But, he’d always been rather reserved and cold towards you, including everyone else in the family for that matter. 

You thought of simply brushing him off as you stumbled wearily down the hallway to where his bedroom was, thinking your aloof brother probably wouldn’t mind not taking part in the new family tradition. But you decided not to as you were well aware of your obligations to at least propose he use you before going to bed, lest you wanted to be punished.

Naked and licked clean by your sister only a few minutes ago, though beyond feeling bashful anymore, you knocked a weak tune on your last brother’s door. Thinking, if anything, he might just want a blowjob like Touya-Nii.

But, Shoto isn’t alone.

You hear multiple voices on the other side and as the door swings open, before you’re even able to rethink your nudity, it isn’t your brother’s bi-colored features staring down at you.

It seemed Shoto was well ahead of Touya in the idea of inviting company.

Shoto doesn’t know much about friendship, but from what he’s deduced he thinks a lot of it is about swapping favors and sharing goods. And if he read the interest his two friends expressed when he mentioned his quirkless little sister, he’d say their friendship was going smoothly with the little offering that presented herself in his doorway.

“Fuckin’ finally- your people’s greedy as fuck for keepin’ us waitin’ so fuckin’ long.”

It was the angry callous ash-blonde you’d seen your brother bring home for dinner first a couple of years ago. You’d spotted him frequently since, and every single one of those times he’d always worn a deep frown.

Behind him, on Shoto’s unmade bed, sat the other boy you’d usually see insisting on carrying the tower of dishes everyone would rack up during dinner even as a guest. You’d always thought he seemed kinder than any man you’d ever met, or at least of the men you were housed with, but something about the way his green nearly luminescent eyes viewed you in the darkness of Shoto’s room made you feel even more naked than you already were.

“You weren’t bullshittin’ us about her being quirkless, right, Half’n’Half?” The other boy continued in his brash nature, his large warm scathed hand wrapping strong bruising digits around your upper arm, yanking you inside before you were able to even begin comprehending what the three men had in store for you, stumbling inside the dimly lit four walls with the three boys. 

The door slammed shut behind you and you were shoved to the man on the bed.

“Have a look, Deku- you’re the expert.” Your manhandling bully voiced, and you stumbled forward toward the other man, who caught you in a firm yet soft grip before your knees could bash against the bedframe.

“Don’t be so harsh, Kachan.” He scolded. His eerily large eyes set on you as you peered up at him, noticing how his heavy green curls framed his face like a wild jungle.

He pulled you up by your waist like you were stuffed with feathers and not flesh and bones, laying you down on your back at the edge of the bed and then spreading your thighs on either side of his as he loomed like a toppling tower above you. And all you had to distract yourself from the fact that this was now the fifth person to spread your legs that day was count the freckles he had spotted over the bridge of his nose as though they mapped out a constellation of stars you could wish upon.

Midoriya’s hand rode down your thigh before sweeping up your leg and locking around your foot where he seemed particularly interested in inspecting your pinky-toe.

He gave a smile a short moment later.

“Double-joints.” He commented. A type of blitz lightening up his eyes. “She’s quirkless, no doubt about it.”

“Why would I lie?” Your brother spoke up, resting in the armchair by his desk, showing no intention of joining.

“Can never be too careful. There aren’t too many quirkless ones out there anymore.” The man on top of you explained, rubbing your thighs with his strong roughened hands, his tone muddled as though he was distracted. A strange type of adoration painted on his calm face as he lazily skimmed over your pretty nude shape beneath him. “Guess you’re one of the lucky few.”

“Lucky? Tch-” Your brother’s other friend snorted, coming into sight once again. His voice, quite like Daddy’s, was loud and abrasive as he rounded the bed and came up behind you, his knees dipping into the mattress, skimming your ears where your head lay trapped between his thighs. Peering down at you with bloody eyes and a sharp pointy smirk, his hand flicking one of your nipples harshly before chuckling. “Lucky for us maybe.”

One placed a thumb on your clit and soon had all three longest fingers stuffing you, and the other traced your plump lips before filling your throat in the same fashion. 

And soon, it wasn’t just fingers anymore.

They took turns swapping which end they wanted in the spit roast. Swinging you between them as though you were made up of air like whichever else sex-doll you can buy while altering your position to whatever they desired, which seemed streamlined on all and every decision as though they’d done the same a few too many times. 

First, they took you lying belly-up with your head dangling off the bed-end, a hand wrapped over your neck, cock-bulge in your throat, and a heavy set of balls clapping against your nose with every greedy thrust into your mouth. Your thighs spread wide and your legs flung over a broad set of shoulders, a twin cock-bulge in your stomach. And then they flipped you over onto your knees and tossed you around so that the cock previously in your mouth was now in your cunt and the one in your cunt now in your mouth and so on and so forth until you couldn’t keep track of who was who anymore.

They were both so big your pussy still twitched from the sting of being stretched as the boy behind you jackhammered into you with both his greedy hands digging into the ample flesh of your hips, his sharp hipbones bruising against your rear while you gagged on the cock stuffing the pocket of your cheek.

You couldn’t believe their stamina. You felt them cum multiple times. Or perhaps it was just saliva or perhaps sweat your felt spray on your tits and ass and face. You weren’t sure between blinking with droopy eyes in the darkness of Shoto’s room. But you swore you recognized the taste on your tongue. Though not as bitter as Touya-Nii’s, you could still pinpoint the same type of tang as you swallowed a mouthful yet again.

You started whining at some point after cumming for what felt like the last time before the threatening need to pass out started circling in. They weren’t as ignorant to your pleasure as the prior men and had digits flicking over your overstimulated swollen bead at all times, making your cunt clench on the present cock until you came on him once more. They seemed to enjoy it when you milked them, giving you little degrading comments with cocky knifelike smiles as they forced you into yet another painful peak.

So, being light-headed and disoriented with the little air your lungs had received in the last quarter-hour of being stuffed in both ends, you took what rest you were allowed with gratitude. Twitching atop a warm chest with all your limbs slack from exhaustion and your head pressed against a thumping heart, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth as sweat pilled on your forehead.

Your clit threatened to pop off under the pruned fingers still rubber over it, though you’d thankfully grown accustomed to the cock stored inside your pussy by now, having been swapped on the two large dicks for a while. However, when a hand made a squeeze to your ass, followed by the push of a plush pillowy tip against your other end opening, anxiety once again started to brew within your gut by the threat of being stuffed in both neighboring holes all at once.

But you couldn’t stop it either. 

He was bigger than Natsu-Nii. And while your ass made resistance with its firmness, you were too exhausted to even tense up and could only moan out as the large cock forced into the hole along with the other fatness already taking space inside your cunt. 

Double-stuffed, all you could do was pant with your tongue lolled out as your eyes crossed. 

And they moved in perfect sync. 

Both of them pulled out slowly, a pair of large hands set on your hips and another cupping each buttcheek, lifting you on cue with each other, before dropping you down and shoving into you at the same time.

They thought you were the lewdest little thing. Moaning and panting out like a bitch in heat while being taken in both holes by their fat dicks. Accepting being a complete toy for them to use. You deserved every drop of cum they’d given you and had definitely earned being bred in all holes before going to bed.

Nearing the end, you were pulled onto the floor. On your knees between the two, their hand overlapping your hands as they assisted you in jacking them off as their warm wet cockheads tapped against your face with every jerk. 

They stood close. So close, you felt the warmth of their thighs on your shoulders. So close, the tips of their cocks kissed every once in a while. So close, they both tried squeezing into the dripping cavern of your mouth together. 

“You’ve got pretty bedroom eyes.” Deku complemented, keeping a paw on top of your head to hold you steady and your dopey eyes in contact with theirs as they looked down at you. “Just as pretty as your brother-”

“Nah, prettier.” The blonde interjected, playing with a lock of your hair between his fingers in meditation of trying to refrain from bucking into your face while feeling your little tongue run over the spine of his high-strung cock. “Keep your mouth open, quirkless.” He moaned and you thought his voice sounded significantly sweeter than it had when he’d first thrown you to the bed.

You were right. He was running out of steam and knew this would be the last his balls would be able to squeeze out. Keeping his eyes tightly shut he thought of giving you one last bedtime snack, and with the arousing thought, his gut curled like an adder and his toes gripped the carpet beneath his feet. Purple veins pumping in his shaft, looking close to popping as his tip blew like a sneeze all over your face and on that welcome mat of a tongue within your wide-open mouth.

His eyes took a tumble beneath his closed eyes as he blissed out and stumbled back into a collapse on the bed. Panting as his cock twitched in the aftershocks of the apex. Chest rising heavily in grunts as he came down like a feather swaying into a soft and peaceful fall.

Deku grinned by having outlasted Kachan, though felt his own undoing quickly pursuing. 

He kept your hand working his length as he watched the blonde’s cum start dripping from your face, chuckling some when seeing a spill of it catching on the lashes of your right eye, making you awkwardly wink up at him, looking like such a dumb little cum-junkie. But you were a bit too cute and pretty to be called such vile things.

He groaned as he watched your perky little nipples jiggle with the bounce of your breasts as you jerked him off with his helping hand guiding your tiny one. Loving your soft slim fingers as opposed to his own coarse ones as you squeezed along his veins and ridges and coaxed for his cum with his cockhead laying on the warm bed of your tongue until he shot his load straight down your throat.

He held your head until you swallowed. Giving you a tired toothless smirk while he watched you clean his drippy tip on your tongue before he walked himself over to the bed, falling onto the mattress stomach-first with a bounce next to the man who dipped off just a moment earlier.

You envied them and thought for a moment you could simply fall asleep on the carpeted floor instead of taking the long walk back to your bed, even though it was just next door, but as you curled yourself up into a little drained ball your eyes blinked open and shut and open again to find a new pair of feet standing before you.

“Are you okay, Imouto?” Shoto’s soft voice asked where he’d crouched down to pet your weary little head where you laid resting on his floor.

“Yea… Sho-nii…” You mumbled out tiredly, blinking at him and his pretty porcelain face as he thumbed your chin and picked you up into a soft smooch, where you had only barely brain cells enough to find it extreme for him to kiss the mouth his friends just came in, though not enough to still mull the fact that he was your brother.

“You change your mind after the party’s over?” Bakugou murmured groggily, now rolling closer to Midoriya to share his warmth, and again you felt envy in the lonely chill of your brother’s floors.

“She’s my sister, isn’t she?” He challenged. “What’s so wrong with wanting her all to myself?” And though he was answering his friend his eyes were set looking down at you. A small smile adorning his face while doing so as he scooped your legs up with one arm and supported your back with the other before hoisting you up into a bridal carry. “I’ll help you wash up.” His soft voice kindly offered. Thinking it cute how you naturally rested your head against the cotton of his shirt, nuzzling into his warm left side like a little kitten.

“Thank you, Nii-san~” Your sweet voice carried back to him while your eyes softly closed. Lulled in his arms, all holes slowly leaking. Cum on your pretty chest, slipping over the smooth skin of your cute tits as Shoto watched you puff out small exhausted breaths.

He walked you to the baths, where he’d already heated the waters. Steam had gathered and was now rolling down the marble walls and otherwise clouded the air with damp fumes of lavender and mint.

“Can you stand for just a bit, Imouto?” He whispered to which you gently nodded still with your eyes softly closed and he let you down on your feet though kept an arm around your waist as he removed his clothes before picking you up again, now laying against his nude toned muscled chest.

He entered the baths with your legs swinging softly at the end of his strong arm. The steam already getting dewy on your skin before your toes dipped into the warm water. He laid your head on his shoulder and had your back resting against his chest, his hands running over all your wet curves and rubbing your sore muscles into grateful soft flesh again. And you moaned and he blushed at the sound where your mouth blew warmth onto his ear, a small smirk shaping his pretty lips as his hands continued to wander your precious body.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked, while his hands worked soap into your scalp and out through your strands.

You hummed for a long time before forcing your sounds of appreciation into actual words. “Mm-No… ‘m just tired.”

He baptized your head to rinse out all the soap before kissing your temple, his lips soon giving your earlobe a nibble before kissing your neck and shoulders. “I’ll put you to bed after this, all right?” He promised with two fingers splitting the lips of your sex before slipping them both into you.

Your knees felt the immediate instinct of closing, but Shoto spread you apart again by hugging your thigh close to his chest and keeping the other spread as he pumped you gently on his digits. His cock getting hard in the water, feeling it stiffen against your rump where he had your cute little squirming under control atop his lap.

His other hand started rubbing himself until his cock stood on its own with a strained curve the harder he got, easily lifting you just a bit above his lap and treading you on his member as he set you down again.

He took you sensually, unlike all prior. His arm beneath your knees with the other supporting your lower back, while your head laid to rest on his shoulder. He lifted slowly and fucked into you with care, enjoying staying in as deep as you would allow for a long moment before sliding out, though never entirely, until fully entering your plush warmth again.

His actions grew less and less delicate with time though, less and less gentleman-like and more and more brute. Water splashed across once dry tiles as his tempo gained speed and urgency. Shifting you on his lap until you faced forward the same way he did, an arm bared across your lap like a seatbelt as his other hand wrapped lanky fingers over your throat to keep you tight against him as he took you hard from behind. 

You pondered what wild strength he must have to do such exercise in water before your mind blanked to nothing but pain with an aftertaste of pleasure as he bit into your neck and started sucking harsh and unforgivingly dark marks into you.

Keeping you seated and his cock deep as he came. His eyes trailed your lips and chin and his hand on your throat down to your perky tits strutting by the angle he had you bent, with your ass nudged nicely into his pelvis and his dick situated all the way inside you, molding your insides as you became one with each other.

With just a couple of years separating you, you were almost twins. He thinks that makes you more his than any of the others, but he doesn’t really mind sharing as long as you know it while you let someone else fuck you. And the love bites he’s left on your neck should be a suitable reminder of that.

He patted you dry afterward, rubbing your locks for water until they were damp enough to quickly dry on their own. And then he carried you off to bed, laying you down onto your soft mattress before pulling the duvet up snug around your head, stroking your hair while watching you snuggle yourself. 

“Sleep well, Imouto.” He whispered softly, to which you only had the strength to hum in return. 

A wish to join you flickered before him at the thought of spooning the little cozy ball you’d tucked yourself into but thought again of the guests in his room before rising from sitting at the edge of your bed. His eyes still looking at you all the way until he stood at the threshold to your bedroom.

“I’ll come visit you in the morning.” He promised, finally tearing himself away from watching you sleep with the closing of your door.

Perhaps an hour or two later, or at least long enough to have let your hair dry, the smell of cigarettes and beer woke you up again. Accompanied of course by the warm wet tongue dragging itself up your cheek followed by that sick dry snicker.

You attempted to pretend you were sleeping, thinking perhaps your biggest brother would find toying with you too boring, but the number of footsteps told you he was no longer alone. So, you kept an ear open to hear what they had to say as you snuggled into the warm duvet your last brother tucked you in with. 

“Aw- would you look at that-” The voice you feared came, as you’d hoped it was his winged friend instead and not the scratchy and gut-wrenching one. You knew who that was, and so did the rest of you it seemed, as goosebumps rushed to the surface covering the skin starting at your ankles all the way up to your neck. “A little sleeping beauty.”

He sounded a bit drunk, and if you were to judge the bitter smell that wafted from the pair it was fair to say they hadn’t taken it easy.

“We could make stacks off ’er-” Your brother’s friend continued, words slightly slurred though still managing to sound dry. “Pass ’er around some friends- have a fuckin’ party.”

“Shiggs, you don’t need cash- I’m a fuckin’ walking ATM for fuck’s sake.” Your big brother boasted. “What you need to do- is to help me double-stuff this wet cunt n’ stretch her out more than my old man-” Touya-Nii explained with a drunk hic as he ripped off your covers, leaving your naked body free to be gawked at where you laid curled on your side hogging your teddy-bear with your nipples turning hard in the cold.

You didn’t like the sound of his intentions and wished again that they’d leave.

But Shigaraki laughed with one of his fingers touching down on your vulnerable skin, making you shiver. “Daddy-dearest fucks her too?” He grinned, looking over your pretty innocent face where you struggled at keeping your eyes from going haywire with fear.

“Mommy too~” Your brother added with a pout as he looked for a place to stump his cigarette.

His friend made another sound of amusement at the comment, before dragging his dry digit up your leg and thigh, reveling at the little whimper you gave once he reached your hip. “Tch- Your family’s sick.” He whispered.

“You’re telling me about sick families?” Touya’s brow raised, and so did the corner of his mouth as he rubbed his bud into your father’s face on a family picture, pulling up into a grin as he looked back at the boy trying to scare you into giving up your little sleeping act. “Big words for someone who knows what his father’s southpaw tastes like.”

“Fuck off, Dabi.” He bit back, his voice sharper with bothered nerves and you quaked beneath the four fingers he had ghosting your soft flesh as they slightly scratched you with his comment. “Like you’re allowed to talk about Daddy issues…”

“Tch- right.” Your brother answered, and you heavily wished they hadn’t had such a loaded conversation right before you as you knew, even without the grim tone that had taken your brother’s voice, that you were going to be the one they take it out on.

And you were right.

Touya-Nii’s patience was up, and his warm calloused hands grabbed your jaw and shook to exercise that impatience, a couple of light slaps to your cheek following until you blubbered out your groggy little pleas.

“Mh- Touya-Nii…” You whined with your face scrunched up, a couple of tears already welling up in your eyes. “Tired…” You begged, trying to turn away from the stench of his smokey bitter breath.

“Aww~ Touya-Nii~ did you hear that?” Shigaraki mocked. His lips in a pout with a nasty whine lacing his words. “Baby-sis is tired.”

“Tch- shut up, brat- I barely touched you earlier.” He heartlessly spat, reaching for one of your nipples to give it a pinch and a pull, making you cry while pathetically pushing at him. “Now get up, you’re not done for the day.”

He pulled you to your knees, though thankfully allowed you to stay seated in the warm bed. Your groggy little sad face looking up at the two tall boys with your chest strutting forward and your knees apart to show your cunt. Stretching your hands above your head with a great yawn.

“Fuck me- you’re hot.” Shigaraki breathed while looking over your pretty body, taking his time tracking every curve of your smooth soft skin while thinking of ways he wanted to ruin it.

You tried not to look at the bulges getting larger and larger leveled right with your mouth, but if you looked anywhere else you feared you’d meet the red eyes of your brother’s friend. 

Said devil reached out a hand to cup your face and cracked a smile when you flinched with a hitched breath only to nuzzle into it instead when leveled by his heavy crimson stare. Those heated dominant eyes compelling you to wait on his every beck and call as your droopy eyes softly blinked up at him.

“Just perfect, aren’t ya?” He hummed, stroking his rusty thumb over your bottom lip.

“Th-thank you~” You meekly flirted back, opening your mouth to accept his salty thumb inside, beginning to suck and swirl your tongue around it while maintaining eye contact.

“Oh, you’re welcome.” He purred, an amused smirk widening on his face as his cock perked up even faster by watching you submit to him like such a timid little whore. He tore his eyes from the show to look over at Dabi with a sly smile. “She’s got manners, unlike you…” He commented, his mouth open as he licked his teeth. “I like that.”

Dabi rolled his eyes with another scoff, shaking his head as he crouched down to where he’d dropped the third six-back of the night, ripping the last one loose from the hoops, cracking it open before beginning to chug. Bored with waiting, though a type of friendly enough to allow Shigaraki’s game for a couple more minutes.

“You want me to fuck you?” Said-man asked, still with his thumb bathing in the wet of your mouth.

“Yeth, pweath~” You answered obediently around the digit, your eyes like a puppy’s as you tried your best at getting on the dangerous man’s good side, thinking it would spare you some cruelty when the real fun begins.

He gave a short giggle at your pathetic display before giving another glance over at Dabi, who’d finished with the last beer and begun melting the metal out of boredom. “I think your sister likes me~” He mocked.

“Tch- she’s just scared shitless of you, that’s all…” Touya mocked back, though didn’t seem half as excited by the play as his friend.

“That true?” Shigarakis's brow cocked down at you and your breathing picked up pace. Your eyes flashed with anxiety and a wishful plead that it hadn’t upset him too much. “Careful now, or yah might just hurt my feelings.”

His threat reached deep and seemed to wake you up even more than the salt on his thumb. 

And with fear as motivation, you timidly reached out with shaky hands and pulled his sweats down carefully. Pretty sparkling dopey eyes looking up at him, asking for permission all the while before you pressed your face into his dirty boxers and cuddled with the hard beast behind the thin fabric separating you.

He fucked a lot, though most back-alley-rats or druggy sluts in school. He realized he hadn’t ever even touched anything as pretty as you as your large innocent eyes looked up at him with a type of devotion that made his balls tingle.

“Fuh-ck-” His breath shuddered at your display, almost losing footing as you held his thighs and rubbed your lips against the cum stains on his briefs. 

“Tch- If I’d known you’d be a simp I’d’ve brought Kei instead-” Your brother interrupted with a groan and another exasperated roll of his head and eyes before pulling his phone from his pant pocket. “Fuck it. I’ll call him now, and we’ll plug all her holes.”

“Nah-” Shigaraki gave him a dangerous look. His hand on his arm, only one finger raised. “Prettyboy gets all the attention.” He sneered with eyes narrowed. “And I don’t like being ignored.”

Touya took a moment and looked over the threatening hand placed on his arm with tired eyes and a raised brow, unable to muster any feeling worth of fear that didn’t bore the shit out of him first. 

“Fine...” He drawled, grown sick of rolling his eyes at this point where he ended up shoving the other guy off with a slight nudge to his shoulder, nodding to the pink armchair that stood by the window. “Go sit.”

Shigaraki cracked his neck and walked to the armchair before plopping down with a scoffed-out huff, trying to relieve the annoying tension that spurred in his veins while fighting the urge to scratch at his skin.

“Come on, brat-” Touya-Nii said and grabbed your upper arm, pulling you to your feet. “Go be a gracious hostand entertain our guest.” He jeered as he slung you forward with a slap to your ass toward the man sitting just some meters before you.

You started timidly walking, refraining from looking over your shoulder to give your brother a pleading look as you already knew it wouldn’t make anything any better. Things only ever got worse with him.

“Nah-ah, pretty pet.” Shiggs interrupted your slow walk of dread, his finger pointed to the floor. “Crawl.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from pouting nor could you refrain from looking back at Touya this time, but as you’d expected, he showed no mercy either.

“You heard the man-” He drawled, his lanky fingers wrapped about the back of your neck before shoving you down. “On your knees.”

Your palms hit the floor along with your shins and you winced while tilting your chin up to look at the waiting man who had a cruelly amused smirk on his face. His red eyes on your cute tits and how they swung and squeezed together between your arms.

And Touya watched your ass sway from one side to the other as you stalked forward just like the sassy little back-alley-kittens he used to chase down and burn to crispy charcoaled mockeries back when he was young. His keen eyes catching the pulse of your pussy as it twitched in the cool midnight air of your bedroom and felt the slightest hint of regret for not having fucked you once alone before deciding to share.

But he opens the window nonetheless, swooshing out one last message on his phone while watching the show, lighting another cigarette with a blue flame at the tip of his finger while wondering whether he should make the trip to his room to fetch some more toys. Like a leash and collar, and maybe some handcuffs too, or even better yet, some rope to make shibari.

But then he thinks some other time and lets it go as you halt right at Shigaraki’s feet just like a little pet who’s already been housebroken.

“Closer, dumb slut. Can’t do much from there.” He sneered, getting annoyed with you. And the venom in his tone was threatening enough to have you scurry closer like a skittish scolded child. “There you go~” He praised and put his foot between your thighs.

And you felt his toes rub between your lips and over your clit and felt a burning sense of shame when the feeling had your own toes curling, shifting some on your knees in embarrassment. Unsure if it was uncomfortable or not. Though, quickly realizing that it wasn’t as you felt the sudden urge to rub against it with an almost instinctive buck of your hips. 

Shagaraki grinned down at you while pulling himself out, and you felt a wave of musk so hefty surround you it almost overwhelmed your senses as your eyes flickered along with a flare of your nostrils while your mouth watered as though you’d been trained to want it with your entire being.

“Now finish what you started earlier.”

Your mouth fell open into a wide gape to allow him entry, saliva snapping between your wet lips as your tongue lolled softly out. And you lifted your hands from the floor to better control the welcome. But, before you could have a taste was the cock pulled from you with a tut.

“Ah ah-” He scolded, rubbing his hood up and down his tip in slow restrained strokes. His beady eyes, so dominant and withholding, made your gut purr unlike with the others who’d thrown themselves over you like rabid dogs. “No hands, slut.”

You obediently listened and put them back flat on the cold floor, feeling at a disadvantage once he treaded his hand through the hair at the back of your skull. Your eyes widened with a hitch of your breath once he tugged your head closer to his scrotum.

“Let me see your tongue.” He added and you spotted the cracks in his control with how he leaned forward impatiently, licking his teeth with eager eyes zeroed in on your pretty face and lips.

You rolled your tongue out like a red carpet and your eyes crossed to look at the pale hefty thickness standing tall a mere inch from your face, so close you felt its warmth even though he wasn’t even touching you. Your thighs shifted with an inhale as he lowered the beast down, tapping it upon the wet bed of your tongue with a weight that made you moan.

And Tomura wished he had a camera as that look on your face made a picture-perfect addition to his spank bank favorites, begging for cock like that. You had him speechless with how you started licking his spine from the balls to the tip, finishing off with a kiss and a series of more cute chaste pecks up and down the length all with such loyal eye contact you nearly made him blush.

“No way you two’re related…” He finally said, still intently watching you work him. Biting his tongue with a groan once you sucked the new pill of precum that had pooled in his slit. “You’re way too sweet to be this punk's sister.”

Dabi scoffed from over by the window where he’d made himself busy now rolling something different than tobacco into a fine fat blunt with a certain type of neat expertise that only comes from practice. Another blue flame and he started to puff a second later, hoping it would soothe the boredom of the wait as he watched with even duller eyes than before at you and how vanilla you sucked cock. 

He wished Shiggs would get messy with you soon.

And then his prayers were met as Shigaraki’s hand tightened the grip he had on your hair. 

“Open wide now and take it deep.”

And then he pulled you closer and tread your pretty plump lips down around his girth. Smiling some when your eyes widened as he slid himself all the way back into your throat until his cock curved down your jugular. But to his surprise, you kissed his base without any protest. Not even so much as a whine leaving you as you hollowed your cheeks around him like a trained glory-hole-whore. 

“Fuck-” He groaned, holding your head steady, one hand placed on the back and the other placed on the top. “Some’ beat me to it and broke this throat in already?” He hissed while keeping you down, thrusting himself into only the deepest part of you. A large grin on his face as you swallowed him down. “Lucky me.”

Relaxing your throat had become easier from the first time, almost as though your gag reflex didn’t even exist anymore. You thought as the white tuft of Shigaraki’s pubes tickled your nose while you felt him twitch on your tongue. 

“Look at me.” He ordered and you raised your gaze to meet his. Giving a hum that drummed his cock in all pleasurable ways once he gave your boob a squeeze and your nipple a rub.

And with deepthroat tears pretty like glitter on your lashes, you swept your tongue across his cock before slipping the muscle out of your mouth to tease his balls. 

“Heh, now you’re just showing off.” He snickered before releasing you by removing his hands from your head, readjusting them so that one was jerking his cock and the other grabbing your throat, lifting you to your feet. “Up, slut.” 

Grabbing your waist, he tugged you towards him, pulling you onto his lap. 

“And here I was thinking you were innocent…” 

Shigaraki grinned, shoving his fingers into your mouth before you could say anything, his other hand rubbing over your cunt, making you squeal out an urgent whimper as he toyed with the wetness within your mouth.

“Aw~ Is someone sore?” He babied, pouting at you with a small tug of a smile at the corner of his dry lips by the sight of your thighs quivering. Your brows tangled together as you moaned on his digits. “This'll make you feel better.” He whispered, sliding his glossy cockhead up and down the slit of your slick cunt. “Promise~”

He sunk inside you and you sucked on his fingers with closed eyes, but they shot wide open again on the account of the surprise finger he pushed inside your ass.

“Fucking finally-”

Flicking another stump out your window into the pool outside, Dabi lighted another one he’d just finished rolling and threw his phone on your bed. Buckling up his belt with the joint between his lips, he pulled the leather through the loops of his black jeans and let the article clatter harshly on the floor. Pants and boxers were kicked off unceremoniously and left in a heap behind him, ribbed white T the only thing still left on.

“Let’s get this shit on the road already.”

He handed the spliff to Shiggs who received it between his lips like it was regular procedure, taking a drag before blowing the grey stank right into your face. Smiling once you coughed all cutely with a scrunch of your eyes and nose. He bet just a few drags and you’d be all soft limbs, even more than what you were already.

Dabi put his hand down flat between your shoulder blades and pushed you into the chest in front until you snuggled against the stranger like you couldn’t have been closer. And Shigaraki took the hint and aided the pursuit by lifting your hips, though with a slight comment of doubt.

“You won’t fit.”

But Touya just simpered on a grin. “I’ll fit.” And then his cockhead nudged into the space Shigaraki already occupied, trying to force room where there was none.

You protested, but couldn’t really make out any words other than small pathetic whines. “Ah- Nii-san- sto-” You reached behind you to try and push him away in the panic of desperation, but it only ended with your wrists getting caught in a secure lock in big brother's harsh hold.

And Shigaraki slid his hands from your hips and dug his fingers between the crack of your asscheeks instead, one fingertip rubbing your asshole while grabbing the plush domes of flesh, lifting you higher and spreading you for Touya-nii to better make his attack.

“I’ll fit,” Touya repeated and drove in alongside the other fat cock.

And you cried an adorable whimper into Shigaraki’s ear, but it only made him snicker while starting to rub his cock along the tight straining walls of your overstuffed cunt, pushing his finger inside your butt again. 

“See?” Your brother breathed out behind you. “Fits perfect.” He groaned out, before gathering your hair in a ponytail and pulling your head back to look at him and his eerie crazed ice-blue eyes. “Doesn’t it? Sis?”

You moaned as the new exaggerated arch of your back had them both hitting a place no one had yet reached, and Dabi spat right into your open mouth and made you swallow while Shiggs bit onto one of the nipples strutting like an offering right into his face.

And they fucked you like that. Back arched to the max with two thick cocks fighting for space in your stretched cunt. 

And Touya-nii hit just a bit deeper, fucking against your cervix, but Shigaraki made up for it by being fatter, spreading you wider, and you couldn’t stop your cunt from sucking on both of them. 

Your brother reached a hand around you to grab your tit, his other hand still pulling your head back by your hair so that he could watch your expression alter between pain and pleasure. And Tomura sucked your other tit, licking the sweet salt from your skin while still pumping your other hole, smiling as he felt your cunt drip slick down his ballsack. 

And as sweat began dripping from you and you thought you might just overheat there was a gust of wind from the window following a pair of massive red wings.

“Party started without me?” He spoke, his voice always so laidback it was gross rather than cool. But you felt your gut curl with a type of giddy schoolgirl want nonetheless and cursed yourself with confusion as you couldn’t quite fathom how you could possibly even think of more when you were already so stuffed.

“We’re just warming her up.” Shigaraki jeered while watching the belly bulge he and Dabi were making in your stomach.

“How sweet.” The newcomer jested, already tearing off his jacket with his belt buckle coming undone in his other hand. Shoes left with socks stuffing them, his shirt discarded on the floor a second later. No one could ever accuse him of being shy as he stood fully nude merely half a minute after arriving. Cock already high strung and ready for pussy.

“Now that we have enough dicks-” Touya-nii said and dropped your head which landed in a panting sweaty drooling mess against Tomura’s chest. 

“Dibs on ass.” He said, though remained situated deep in your cunt while your brother pulled out. His finger was now situated deep in your other hole, working it like he was making a promise.

“Fine by me,” Touya-nii spoke, taking steps towards the bed to fling all the pillows and plushies onto one side to make space. “She’s already been stretched today so she should take it with a smile.” He snickered, though it lacked amusement like always and came off as simply cruel instead.

But Hawks contrasted it by taking a leap onto the ready-made bed, bouncing and sprawling out flat on his back with a great big grin spread on his face. His hands folded behind his head and eyes wild with a nocturnal yellow as though he was about to feast. Cock standing proud without any support, visibly eager to pound pussy into a grateful mess.

“Already know what you want, preggo-freak.” Your brother mocked, perking up a bit by the contagious passion displayed by his chicken-brained friend.

“Give her.” Said blonde demanded like a child with hands clutching the air before receiving your exhausted frame as you were lifted off Tomura’s prick and seated down on the new one.

And he had more energy than the other two who’d fucked you with less beastly vigor. You see, Keigo was so pumped up with adrenaline from his flight and the promise of raw pussy ready to be bred, that he could fuck you with tempo for hours.

“Sheesh, she’ suckin’ me right in.” He nearly howled while pounding you like a hound in his rut, and with your head rocking upon the violent thrust you felt your foothold slipping until Tomura made his presence known behind you and slipped right into your ass in one swift movement that had you jolt into an arch, your head lifting with a loud whine. 

And right when you were about to drop back down to rest, a hand swooped beneath your chin and stopped your head from drooping and you were once again leveled with the familiar studded cock you’d had for lunch just half a day ago.

“Looks like it’s me and your throat again, sis.” Your big brother grinned with your cute face in his palm, and you thought it nearly beautifully poetic because it was the first cock you’d ever tasted. “Open up.” He said softly, a sadistic type of thrill tinting his features as you let your jaw drop.

And this time he didn’t waste any time, stuffing your mouth up quick before starting to rock into your face fast enough to have his balls swing and clap against your chin. One hand, keeping your chin steady, while the other held you over the temple, his fingers digging greedily into the fat of your cheek where he felt his cock thrust through.

“Look up at me.” He grunted darkly. “Let me watch those eyes roll.”

You peeked up at him through your lashes, being pounded in all three holes making you moan around his shaft. Your eyes, unable to focus, blinked and spaced all dopey and adorable with wet wells making them sparkle.

“Good slut.” He praised with a light slap to your cheek and a harsher deeper thrust.

And the others followed suit, slapping your ass and tits and thighs. Rough fingers digging nails skin-deep into your flesh, gripping you tight and holding you with greed as their cocks drove all the way inside you, stuffing you completely full. 

And where none of them were any bigger than the previous ones you’d taken already, their cocks slid easily near effortlessly inside and out again, hitting you as deep as you go. Sliding through sore sensitive walls, stuffing you full, and leaving you shellshocked on the account of wanting even more.

And tears flew from your eyes, but you weren’t sure why anymore because where you felt the slaps and heard the smack, the sting never came and instead left you feeling all tingly and unbelievably hot.

“Aww, you cryin’?” Touya whined in yet another effort of being cruel. “You don’t like that?” He continued his play, pinching your nose between his thumb and index, jerking it with another slap to your hollowed-out cheek, all while keeping his cock lodged deep down your pipe. “Too bad I like that.” He laughed. 

“You’re such a dick, Dabi.” Keigo snickered, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to help you ride him. His head nuzzling between your soft pillowy tits hanging above him, kissing your skin and sucking and licking your nipples, biting marks into you once he spotted Shoto’s ownersickness from earlier on your pretty neck.

“Sluts need to learn too, right?” Your brother answered, letting you breathe while he crouched down to level with you. “I’m tutoring.”

His breath, sour with smoke and beer, blew on your face with the rasp of his voice. A wide toothy smirk stretched across his face at the sight of your pretty teary eyes, glazed with something so lusty you might have just as well had hearts in them by now. 

He snickered at you and how pathetically dirty you’d become in just a day, before his eyes caught on the sight of your open mouth, panting out small precious moans every time his friends had you stuffed full.

He thought for a moment he should spit on your face and watch you grimace, but then Shigaraki’s comment from earlier suddenly came to mind instead. About how you were too sweet to be his sister, and he thought he might just be right. 

You really were too sweet, and too pretty to be related to him. 

Soft face with those biteable mochi cheeks, doe-eyes cuter than a puppy’s, not an ill thought in your mind, and not a single bad bone in your body.

Plump lips so kissable… 

So kissable he just had to, even though he never does and never wants to with anyone.

And you moaned into his mouth as though melting, not even flinching at the leather of his lower lip or the staples on his chin. 

“Touya-nii~” You whined out sweetly, drool on your lips connected to his in slim bridges. And he wished for a moment he knew what you were thinking as he couldn’t quite remember a time he’d ever felt remotely close to the look of pure and utter bliss you had painted on your face.

And then he felt it himself as he urgently shot to his feet and exploded all over your expression.

And as you came for the umpteenth time and tightened around the two others until they as well pumped you full of seed, and with big brother’s cum dribbling down your cheeks and lips, you gave him a big blissfully dumb smile.

And then you started riding the cock beneath again with an impatient whine while pushing back into the one behind you, wanting to feel their greedy hands get even greedier with you. And your own hand reached for Nii-sans cock quickly in a newfound fear he would go limp, motioning it back to your mouth to help keep him warm and stiff and ready to fuck you silly even more.

And Dabi went silent as you sucked him, taken by your eyes, whose earlier look of mercy had completely vanished. Now looking up at him with striking spirit, something swirling about inside them, something dark and syrupy, something utterly and daringly insatiable. 

i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," 🥺🥺

and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft 😌 just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to 😌