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
fem reader
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.
(Dark content, noncon/dubcon, threats of gun violence)
finally completed the toji fic hope yall like it~
(Yandere, non con, dubcon, breaking/entering, attempted plan to murder, etc, etc)
Living near the countryside has desensitized you to the thumps and crashes you’d hear at night. In the beginning you’d be paranoid, laying in your bed for hours before gathering the courage to step out of the room, trusty bat in hand, only to find a stray cat staring back, right beside an open window. Nowadays, you’re cooly shooing away whatever creature that finds their way in your home. Mostly it’s cats, sometimes you’d get the occasional bird or racoon.
The situation has happened so many times that you aren’t even surprised to hear the soft rattle that comes from your kitchen tonight. You’re already moving, rousing from your soft bed, grabbing your trusty broom ready to scare away whatever creature you’d find scurrying about your kitchen floor. A rat, most likely.
But the thing rustling through your fridge is no rodent, and you don’t recognize this man.
It doesn’t occur to you that you’re being robbed until half a second later. Mainly because of how casual this bizarre situation is. He’s rifling through your food like it’s normal and you’re the weirdo carrying the broom.
“Damn, there’s nothing here. Do you not eat or something?”
You assume he’s thinking out loud, but he glances back at you like he expected you there.
“I-I haven’t gotten the chance to go shopping this week,” You find yourself replying.
He gives a hum, slamming the fridge shut, standing to his full height and you’re instantly aware of how ill-prepared you are to fight him. He’s huge, not just in height. He looks better fit for a bodybuilder than a run-of-the-mill robber.
You left your phone upstairs. Why the fuck did you leave your phone upstairs?
You lower your broom, trying to make yourself seem as little threatening as you can. Your mind is running too fast to conjure any real thoughts, but the part of you that hasn’t completely broken down yet is telling you it’s better to avoid any confrontation. A distraction.
“There’s a TV in the next room,” You numbly point towards the living room, “It’s brand new….would probably go for a thousand.”
He barely seems interested, eyes flicking to glance over before going to you.
“That’s nice,” He waves your offer off, “But I’m not here to steal your stuff.”
“You’re…you’re not?” You reply weakly.
There’s a grin on his face, a touch away from being maniacal. His hand is brushing his hip, lightly playing with the hilt of a gun.
Oh.
Maybe it’s because you’re still half asleep, your brain isn’t working as efficiently, it takes you a bit longer to process his intentions. When it finally does, the realization hits you like a train. Your mouth gets dry, it suddenly feels so cold. Fear. You’ve never felt fear like this before.
You don’t notice the steps you take backward. He does. The man groans in something you can only discern as annoyance.
“Don’t do that,” He frowns, “Come on, I’m trying to be nice here. I can’t chase you around the house, I'm supposed to make it look like an accident.”
His nonchalance is terrifying. Like he’s done this before. He probably has. How many people has he murdered in their own homes? How many bodies does it take to be so calm around imminent death?
You don’t have time to wonder, not when something he said catches your attention.
“Were…were you hired to come here?”
His mouth twitches and it looks like he’s thinking. Finally, he shrugs, like the information he gives won’t really do anything to harm him.
“Yeah, some rich folk in the city. Can’t remember their names for shit though.”
Someone had a vendetta against you? Enough to want to kill you? Your mind is running through every single name, every quarrel you’ve had. Family members, friends, aquantinances. Nothing enough comes up.
Nothing is supposed to. Only crazy people hire hitmen.
And hitmen are even crazier.
You take another step back.
He takes another forward.
You won’t be able to fight him, and trying to run will just piss him off. You know you can’t reason with him. If he’s come this far, if he looks so bored, nothing is going to stop him from actually killing you. Pathetically, you try anyway, if only to lengthen what’s left of your life.
“Please just-”
“Don’t start begging,” He groans, cutting you off, “That’s just annoying.”
“Isn’t there anything else you want,” You desperately say, “Anything? That-that isn’t…”
The hitman shrugs, “I mean, if you wanna’ try to pay me off, you can.”
“How-how much was the…” You can’t bring yourself to say it, but he seems to get your point.
The amount makes your eyes widen. Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the man. He sighs, cracking his neck.
“Thought so,” He says, reaching to pull something out of his back, “Sorry, Princess, ‘Nothing against you, promise. Gotta’ pay rent somehow, right?”
“I-I can pay!” You interrupt, “Really! I can pay.”
He pauses, tilting his head. He’s probably thinking you’re pathetic but you don’t give a shit. The money will take a huge chunk out of your savings, but you could pay. You could live.
“With-with interest?”
He grins, “Now you’re speaking my language.”
He leans away, walking towards the counter. You still don’t move. Stiff. He seems to notice.
“Don’t be like that.” He chides, the danger in his voice fades, as though it was never there in the first place, “I’m trying to be civil now, aright? Anyway, let’s talk. How do you want to pay?”
“Whatever way you want,” You say numbly, “But…how-how am I supposed to know you won’t just go back to the person and ask them to ramp up his price?”
You hated how clinical you were talking about your own damn life, but you’re too emotionally exhausted to do anything about it, let alone try to put any sort of emotion behind your words.
“They won’t be able to find me.” A confident grin, that doesn’t make you feel any less uncertain. “Don’t worry about it.”
He cocks his head, studying you for a second.
“You look different from the photos I saw,” He’s saying, not necessarily saying them to you, “They don’t do you justice.”
You don’t say anything, fiddling with your fingers, hoping this creep will just give you his card and leave.
“Toji,” He suddenly says.
Your head snaps up.
“My name,” He says slowly, grinning all the while, “And yours?”
“...You already know,” You reply warily.
“I do. Say it.” This time his voice comes out sharper.
You comply anyway, still too scared to face the man. His relaxed demeanor returns and Toji says your name a few times, like he’s trying it out.
He’s looking around your house now, and you feel like it’s the first time he’s seeing it because it looks like he’s admiring it. Fingers tap on your counter.
“Nice place you got here,” Toji says.
You don’t say anything. He doesn’t really care, not until he gives you a sharp look, calculating.
“Sharin’ it with anyone?”
Oh. Oh. You did not like where this conversation was going.
“...I do,” You’re saying, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as strained as you think it is, “...With my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Toji repeats, dark eyes flicking back to you in interest, “Where is he?”
“Overseas,”
His grin widens, “So he’ll be gone for a while, right?”
“No, he’s-he’s coming back tonight-”
“Hm, but you just said he was overseas?” You hate his smile, how cocky he looks, but it’s washed away by the dread of him slowly sauntering up to you.
Unconsciously, you press yourself against the wall, hoping it can suck you in, and you can hide forever.
Toji reaches you before that can happen.
His touch is light, not gentle, but in the way that you can sense he isn’t really interested in touching you. Rather he’s just moving his hands unintentionally, around your face, your lips.
“You’re real cute, anyone tell you that lately?” His voice dropped, losing the lightness of his tone. You don’t realize he wants an answer until he presses on your jaw. It hurts.
“No…” You mumble.
Toji tilts his head, looking oddly satisfied with your obedience. You wondered if you should fight him off, if you should at least try. At the very most, your pride would still be intact. You could say you went down screaming.
“No boyfriend, huh,” Toji tsks, “You must be very lonely, in this big, empty house. Like an isolated housewife” His voice is low, and patronizing, and you feel like you’re being mocked but you can handle that. Tolerate it.
But you can see the change in his eyes. The interest. Once again, you weakly open your mouth.
“The money-”
“Later,” Toji says huskily, “It can wait.”
His lips are soft, but uncared for. You can feel the roughness of them as he glides them across yours. You think he’s thinking about holding back, being gentle, but it quickly disappears along with the lack of control. He’s rough, practically pressing you against the wall. You can feel his chest against yours. His shirt’s thin, it’d be no different if he didn’t have it on, but you think you prefer this. The barrier, no matter how papery it was.
He’s aggressive now, using his teeth, biting your lips until they’re raw, irritated. His hands are losing the domesticity, running fingers up and down your body. You fought back once, just once, with a tight grip on his even stronger wrist, nails digging into skin, hoping it’ll hurt. There was an irritated growl, and you hear the metal click of something being set off. After that, you let him have his fill.
When he pulls away, there’s a delirious look in his eyes. He’s panting, out of breath, excited. You’re panting too. You’re trembling. He doesn’t notice, more likely, he doesn’t care.
He’s sucking on your neck like a man in need. Wanton. His teeth are sharp, and you flinch when he bites down, just enough to leave a bruise.
“You’re pretty nonchalant about this, huh?” Toji casually asks, like he wasn’t making you dig your back against the wall. It’s a rhetorical question, at least you think it is. You find yourself answering anyway. To distract yourself.
“I don’t want you to hurt me.”
You wonder if you’re being too honest, but he’s laughing against your neck. Amused.
“Smart girl,” He breathes in your ear.
“If-if I do this with you,” You start, gaining his attention, “Will you leave?”
You can’t delude yourself anymore. You know what he wants, but this can’t be for nothing. It can’t. He has to promise that he’ll go. He can take his damn money and go. You can pick the pieces you sold later, when he’s out of your life, out of your house.
He smiles. You can feel it.
“Yes,” He finally says, “I’ll go.”
You both know his lying. You will yourself to believe it anyway.
His hands crawl underneath your shirt, exploring and reaching at everything he could possibly reach. You aren’t wearing a bra. He hums his approval in your ear. His hands are cold as they glide over your body, making you twitch when he reaches your tits. He gives a rough squeeze. You yelp.
“My bad,” Toji slurred. He’s not apologetic, but his movements are less erratic now.
You’re complying. At least, you think you are, with your stiff body, not pushing, not fighting. But something breaks when he’s manhandling you like this. Maybe it’s your pride, dignity, maybe both.
It doesn’t matter, not when the end result is still the tears dripping down your cheeks, stinging your skin.
He pulls away when you shudder out a sob, observing you. You wonder if he’s disgusted, maybe your tears discouraged him.
Your hopes dissipate when something hard presses against your thigh.
“Fuck, I’m a terrible person,” He’s laughing, like this is a shared joke between you and him. Like this is funny, “That shouldn’t have turned me on.”
It’s not funny, but you don’t dare say anything.
You want to feel relief when he’s bored of your shirt, tugging it down, but it’s quickly replaced by even more dread when he’s moving to your shorts. Your bottoms might as well have been made from paper, with how easily he rips them off. He lets out a happy sigh when he sees you aren’t wearing underwear. You just fester in your humiliation.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” He coos when you stiffly look away, “I’ll play nice, princess. Be soft and sweet.”
You should be grateful that he lets you hide in his chest as he traces light circles on your heat. You’re already wet. Humiliation is throttling.
He doesn’t lie. He’s gentle, at the very least. He thumbs your clit with a slow rhythm, constrained. It makes your hips bump into him. He laughs again. Every time you think about fighting him off, you think about the gun in his hands. You think about a bullet in your head. Your blood soaking the tile floor.
So you close your eyes and you let him, but you tell yourself that you won’t give in.
You fail at that too.
It’s the hushed gasp that causes him to really pay attention. He pauses.
“Ya’ like that, Princess?” As if to underline his question, thumbs your clit a bit more intently. It’s a lot harder to stifle your noises now that he’s trying to make you loud.
You hate it. You hate him. You hate how good he makes you feel. It’s a never-ending high, getting you closer but never close enough.
His fingers suddenly retreat, and whatever he builds up leaves with him. You sigh.
“Can’t let you have all the fun, can we?” Toji sneers at your perceived disappointment.
If it were anyone else you would have glared, but today, you timidly look away, just when he starts to unbuckle his pants. He seems to respect his clothes a bit more than yours. You don’t hear the rough sound of fabric tearing, just as he taps your cheek.
“Deep breaths okay, Princess?”
His statement makes you want to laugh. It almost sounds like he cared about you. Still, you unwillingly take his advice, just as something hot and thick lines up at your entrance. Your eyes widen, momentary panic makes you forget about the gun.
“No-no please don’t-!”
He harshly covers your mouth, just as he pushes himself inside. You give a muffled whine. He just gives a breathy hiss.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groans, as you choke on a scream. He has the graciousness to let you adjust to him. He rocks back and forth, letting his cock rub against your walls.
“So fucking good. Goddamn,” He huffs out a laugh, “Can’t believe that ‘boyfriend’ of yours gets this sweet pussy every night.”
You sob at his filthy praise, and yet, your body reacts. Your cunt clamps onto him like a vice as he stretches you out. Right to the hilt.
He starts moving eventually. Slow and steady, as he presses you into the wall. His hands find your tits again, roughly palming them as your squeaks of discomfort turn to unwilling moans. You find yourself growing even wetter, much to your dismay.
He seems to sense that too. His lecherous grin grows even wider. The scar tugs on his lips.
“Aw, you do like me.” He teases.
You glare at him. In turn, Toji slams his cock back into your battered cunt, extinguishing your look of disdain. You whine into his hand. He hums.
“Too much, baby? Or not enough?” He’s so fucking delusional. Why is he acting like you enjoy this? This is a special kind of hell, one concocted just for you. Where he is your jailer.
But he’s right. It’s not enough. It’s not enough because you’re stuck in that limbo yet again, but it’s okay because you’d rather die than fall apart by his hands.
He picks up the pace. You gasp, unused to the roughness of his touch. You still hold yourself back, telling yourself it’s not enough, it’s not enough. Your spine arches, despite the way you try to control your body, forcing yourself not to react.
It doesn’t work. It’s a laughable attempt at some type of control. He makes it worse by reaching down to thumb your puffy clit.
You don’t last much longer after that. Your orgasm breaks you, shattering you on the floor as you let out the loudest scream. It’s almost painful. You can feel it rupture through your bones, your skin. Toji doesn’t have the decency even to let up, fucking you through it, carrying you from one high to the next peak.
He crushes himself into you as he cums, grunting in your ear. You can feel the implosion inside of you, painting your insides white with him. The sudden warmth draws another reluctant whine out of your lips.
You’d stop supporting your own wieght a while ago, with only him to keep you upright. No longer interested in holding up your weight, Toji lets you sink to the ground with jelly legs. His cock slips out of you, wet and dripping. Content, he tucks it back into his pants.
The power imbalance is more apparent than ever. Dazed, you can admit to yourself that he’s pretty. Rugged, pieces of himself that he clearly put back together. His smile is nefarious as he gazes at you. His smile is gone, but there’s a satisfied look in his eyes. A tiger that’s sated but not yet full. You avert your gaze, feeling your tears well up again.
“Think you can get up?”
“No,” You honestly reply.
He laughs, leaning down to pick you up, assembling the pieces of you in his arms. He’s so gentle; for some reason, it makes it worse. Out of sheer exhaustion, you allow your head to rest against his broad chest.
The fan in your room is still spinning as he carries you toward your bed. You feel his hands leave your back as you drop on the soft pillows. You don’t know what you’re expecting, but he follows suit, shuffling under the covers after you.
You shift, turning on your side, hoping he won’t force you to cuddle with him. Surprisingly, he relents, moving his attention to something nestled in the covers. Your phone is taken from its resting spot, and placed somewhere behind him.
“That’s my-”
“I know. I’m gonna keep this just in case you get cold feet and do something neither of us will appreciate.”
“I won’t.” You whisper.
He hums, draping a large arm around your body, drawing you into his chest. The stilted conversation dulls and you’re forced to feel his breathing tickle your neck. You’re unnerved by how domestic this feels, how naturally Toji is able to crawl into your home, into your bed.
Despite your quickened heartbeat, you try your best to shut your eyes. You pray he’ll be gone in the morning.
The tightening of his arm tells you he won’t go away so easily.
“I just thought of something else I can use you for.” You can feel his grin on your neck.
“Keep your money.”
ON MY KNEES
made by bloodybeni
imagine Katsuki is your baby daddy but he has the body of a zaddy
You hadn’t slept with him since you were eighteen? When you conceived his son…? 5 and some years ago?
You’re older, more level headed but still you can’t help but notice how Katsuki’s lean physic morphed into muscle and scars and has his voice always been this deep? And the way he says your name now, with a hint of affection in his tone… and his eyes are more clear, less angry, and set on you
You find yourself more self conscious of the way your hair falls when it’s his weekend to have Katsuma, you take extra time picking out your outfit and putting on your best lipstick
“Have fun okay?” You smile at how cute Katsuma looks in his bucket hat, his toothless smile wide as Katsuki picks him up for a father-son hiking trip.
“Can i bring home a turtle to keep as my pet?” The little boy asked you, and you just know Katsuki is looking at your cleavage that the new shirt you bought showed off. How could he not?
“Absolutely not,” you don’t skip a beat, laughing at Katsuma’s fake disappointed look. Finally, you get the courage to look at Katsuki and nearly gasp.
Katsuki looks hungry, for you. You know him, or rather you knew what he looked liked when he was horny. The slight red color of his cheeks, his jaw clenching, and his red eyes are pooling in arousal.
You knew deep down you should not sleep with Katsuki. It would mess up everything you and him have tried to work on for katsuma’s sake. Yet, it felt good that you still had it in you to rile up Katsuki.
“Have fun,” you smiled at your boys, and Katsuma leaped onto Katsuki’s back but he didn’t budge.
“Keep your phone on, I don’t want you out in case of emergencies,” Katsuki flared his nose at the idea that some sleeze ball saw you like this, all dolled up and lips red, waiting tentatively at home for him and his son who he gave you… fuck stop Katsuki!
You blushed at his order, and played it off. “Okay, but please be careful.”
You put a lot of trust in Katsuki to take his own son hiking, and even if you were wanting to bone… your baby came first.
“Remember to wear sunscreen and please no running off on your own,” you pass Katsuma’s backpack to Katsuki, and the little boy sighed in annoyance.
“Mom I know,” katsuma squished his cheek against katsuki’s shoulder as he patiently waited to leave.
Katsuki didn’t struggle at all with holding his son on his back with the bag, and he loved how your raw and tender ove for his son showed on your face. Fuck, now that’s sexy, he thought.
“Take this to the car,” Katsuki lightly shook katsuma off his back, handing him the bag. Katsuma ran off, leaving his parents alone with one another.
“I’ll take care of him,” Katsuki promised, and you smiled gratefully.
Yet, you were startled when Katsuki moved closer to you, his head tilting down to whisper in your ear, “and when I get back, I’ll take care of you.”
Just thinking about the almost immediate and casual switch after he and Bakugo start dating to go from calling him Bakubro to Bakubabe and i actually think I’m in love with that.
I’ve never loved anything more than this
Handing Katsuki father's day cards that are for his own dad or yours and he needs to "read and sign it" but as he's reading it his brow starts to furrows.
"Sweetheart, ya got the wrong cards." He's reading it for the third time now.
"I got the right ones." You're trying not to giggle before he's rolling his eyes and reading the card aloud.
"You're not just an amazing father," he flips it open, "You're going to be an amazing grandfather too."
"Yea baby that's the right card." You hum, stepping into the kitchen to get the final card and present.
"Baby, it isn't. We don't have kids. Unless ya mean our cats but then they've been grandparents." He tosses the card down, rising to help you find the backups he's assuming you're looking for. This wasn't the first year you'd accidently gotten the wrong card or one that was just slightly off, he thinks nothing of the message.
Barely had any caffeine as the two of you rose early to get ready to host his parents and yours.
"Katsuki, it is the right card." You say, pressing another card into his hands, no envelope or anything. Just thick white card stock with black letters and an image of white new balance shoes.
"It's almost time for these bad boys." He scoffs, looking at what the world has deemed the official dad shoe, he looks up to see a box in your hands, "Sweetheart, what the fuck? I hate these ugly ass shoes. Ya know that."
He's got this smile to his face the one where he thinks you're being too playful and silly, every now and again you two get each other gag gifts. You're surprised he hadn't caught on yet especially since you always joked that the second you knew, you'd be getting him "those ugly ass dad shoes."
"I know." You both share a laugh, you pressing the shoe box into hands, "Just open it. They'll be fun to wear today, goes with the theme."
"What's the fuckin theme? Dads?" He opens the box and sees the shoes but something is taped to the top of the box. A grainy picture in black and white, a blob in the circle and when he lets his eyes focus as best they can without his glasses perched on his nose, he thinks he sees a very specific shape.
He rips it from the box, bringing the film closer and yes he can see a nose and his face morphs into complete surprise. You giggle as you watch him figure it out, which you swore you wouldn't be able to get this far without him figuring out why you'd been feeling so sick lately.
"No fuckin way." It's low and for a split second you think he isn't excited, then he locks eyes with you and he gives you that look. The one where he's smiling but his brows furrow up and his eyes aglow with unshed tears like you are his world, like you're giving him the world, and he's putting the shoes down to gently pick you up and twirl you around.
"A baby. We're having a fucking baby." He's pressing kisses to your cheeks when he sets you on your feet, if you thought you were spoiled before you'd be rotten by the time this pregnancy was done.
"A baby." You repeat back to him, your own excited tears clinging to your lashes, ones Katsuki gently kisses away.
"How long?"
"Three months. It was really hard to keep a secret but I really wanted to do that shoe thing I teased you about. I've got the receipt so we can return them I'll-"
"Nah I've got the perfect idea for 'em."
An hour later after a shared shower and rapid fire questions, Bakugou is coming down the stairs, he's got some ugly ass jean jorts you gifted him as a gag for his birthday two years ago before giving him his real gift and one of his dad's old white tees he tucked into the waist band of the shorts and of course his new white new balance shoes.
"You look ridiculous." You giggle in your sundress, somehow he made the outfit a little hot. You were sure Bakugou could make anything look hot and here was living proof.
"Better get used to it Sweetheart, this is how I'm gonna look when I put another one in ya." He puffs his chest out, smoothing his big palms over his shirt as you roll your eyes.
"I've made a monster." The door bell rings, when you go to rise, Katsuki gently presses you back into the couch by your shoulder as he gets the door for his parents. He opens the door with a sense of pride that comes with being the cocky pro hero, looking much larger than life.
His mother is unphased.
"Oi, I brought that stuff you- Why are you dressed like a fuckin dad from the 90s?" Mitsuki makes a face before she processes what he's wearing, "Oh my fucking GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD MASARU! WE'RE GONNA BE GRANDPARENTS. YER GONNA BE A GRANDPA! RIGHT RIGHT?"
She pushes past her son, a quick squeeze to his forearm before she's honing in on the daughter in law she already adored and now even more.
Masaru quirks his brow and Katsuki nods.
"I'm so happy for you son." He hugs Katsuki the way men do, a quick tight squeeze before a clap on the back, Masaru tries not to let the tears slip past his eyes as Katsuki's life plays on fast forward in Masaru's mind. He remembers how Mitsuki told him they were expecting, remembers holding him for the first time and thought his whole world view shattered and changed. Remembers his first words and steps. Remembers his first mishap with his quirk and how Katsuki had blown the coffee table sky high. He remembers him growing taller and taller, going to UA, figuring out how to be a better person as he grew in size. How Katsuki called him and his ma in the middle of the night the first time he hit the top ten rankings. And again when he was number one.
How he took his dad out to lunch, wiping his palms on his pants like he did when he was nervous to ask his dad how he asked Mitsuki to marry him. He smiles, tears slip past anyway as he stares at his broad shouldered son adding one final comment that makes Katsuki's throat close up in the best way.
"I can't wait to watch them grow up to be as great as their parents and more."
Bakugou is mean to your stuffed animals when he wants to tease you. He'll stare at whatever stuffed animal you're holding and then suddenly grab it by the neck.
"The fuck did you say to me?!" And you'll giggle and tell him to stop as you try to save your stuffed animal.
Of course he'd never really do anything that would seriously upset you. He just likes the sound of your laugh, the feel of you pressing against him as he holds the object of your desire far away from you
kirimina KABEDON!
idk bakugou letting his youngest daughter paint his nails every weekend before work and the reporters always ask which nail tech he goes to so he can promote her little nail making business wails.
bakugou taking his oldest daughter to all of her interviews at hero agencies for when she graduates. he spends hours practicing with her until she feels she can answer confidently. talks her down when she panics about not being a good enough hero and tells her “you can always say yer dad is dynamight.” because he knows it’ll get her into any agency she wants.
bakugou who silently sits with his middle daughter in her room when she cries and tells him she doesn’t feel special. being the quirkless one out of her siblings makes her feel weak, unwanted and unloved. he gets on his knees, forehead to hers and hands in his to make sure she feels how much he adores her — quirk or no quirk.
bakugou who falls asleep on the couch with his three girls every Friday after movie night — no one can take that special time away from them. even if he’s exhausted after a long work week, he’ll always make time for his girls.
Needed to get possessive alpha bakugo off my chest, ill prolly write a sequel to this tmrw cuz i got some ideas
Tw: noncon, omegaverse
thinking about childhood possessive bakugo who's pined for his omega since she joined the pack Time after time again since you were kids he'd always tried to get close to you, using a number of strange to threatening courting techniques. It was benign at first when you both were young, with him jumping up the large apple tree to get you the juiciest fruit you could never seem to reach, but when you two grew older and played together with the rest of the pack, his efforts seemed more...possessive.
He'd always single you out and force you to be on his team, following up with growling at you whenever you'd run more than a few paces in front of away from him. His sleek gold and black coat would brush up against you constantly, as if only touching you would satiate his desire for your proximity. Bloodred eyes would glare at you when you'd shyly back away at dinnertime, opting to sit away from his intense gaze.
Not like he'd let you get that far.
When it would come time for bathing with your sisters, somehow, everytime you'd be out of the loop and would end up being forced to wash yourself on your own in the cold water.
Little did you know your sisters were not-so-kindly encouraged to not communicate their congregation to you by a certain fiery alpha.
And so when everyone was by the fire, barking out laughter and telling stories of their weekly hunt, you'd sulk to the riverside by yourself, clutching your towel over your shivering body as youd sink closer in the shallow water.
You wanted to get it done as fast as possible so you could join your pack in merry-making, haphazardly scraping dirt off your paws and washing the crevices between your ears.
But as soon as you take a step towards the lush bank, you hear a heavy splash behind you.
You whip around, ears drawn back immeditaley after seeing the alpha who shamelessly follows you around like he's already claimed you.
"W-whatre you doing here? Everyone's by the..fire..." you trail off unsurely as his spiked-up wet mane shakes in laughter. His lack of concern for the reprimands he'll undoubtedly recieve for being this physically close to you send faint warning alarms at the back of your head. Usually he glowers at you and turns tail, but this is new.
"I thought the pack leaders told you to leave me alone," your lip wobbles as your tone borders on fear and indignation. Your brothers had always kept you safe from him, snarling and hiding you behind their tall legs whenever he was around. Bakugo never seemed to give up though, his own flashing teeth and sick grin mirroring their own worry pulled back from their lips.
"Yeah? But you're here though."
You swallow hard and hope he doesn't hear your whimper as you splash backwards towards the bank, but his low grumble of pleasure upon smelling your sweet fear-omones says otherwise. It proves to him that you're not as immune as your other brothers swear you are to protect yourself against him, theyre actually worried for a reason.
They know you'd never stand a chance against him.
And his muscles do ripple amid the water as he steadily stalks towards you, leering as he licks his canines and trains his eyes on your feeble form.
It seems like as fast as you flail backwards towards unseen safety, he advances twice as fast, and within seconds your back hits a hard and scratchy surface.
Bakugo chuckles a humorless laugh as you've nestled yourself in a nice, private corner away from the mainland where everyone can see you. You've backed both of you into an enormous concaved treetrunk, one that circles around 10ft and only one opening...
which you've trapped yourself in.
The roots of various plants that have grown inside this hollowed out trunk provide little cushion as you whimper and try to desperatley climb the walls.
"When are you gonna give up?"
His voice is low, raspy with mixed want and bitterness.
"S-stop, stay away from me or I'll call for h-"
"When are you gonna realize you can't escape me?" He harshly whispers right at your ear as he lunges toward you, causing you to squeal with terror.
He nips your soft ear and inhales your neck, craning his own to get a good look at the sensitive unclaimed part of your neck.
His hands grip your sides and mold the squishy parts as though they were dough, his greediness increasing exponentially as he lowers his drooling mouth to your ear and laves his wet tongue over the planes of your neck and shoulder.
You begin to shake and sob, never having been dealt with him actually touching you and being a victim to his lust. You've taken the protection of your brothers for granted, and oh how you wish you could softly howl out if you had the courage to ask for help.
But the blonde's presence itself is enough of a threat to your life and safety, that much being made clear as his hands grow claws, no doubt his physical appearance shifting from being so riled up. Your skin prick and cuts as his nails jab harder into you, his hands roaming up and down your back, feeling your hips and ghosting over the swell of your ass as well as chest.
You writhe against him which unbeknownst to you, pushes your naked chest out against his own shredded pecs, your pebbled nipples grazing his toned skin and practically making his eyes roll back in efforts not to pin you down and take you like his bitch.
"I just wanted to wash," your voice comes out pleading, and meek. You have no idea how he'll react to you being aggressive and defensive against his assault even if you had the courage to speak out against him.
"And I want to claim you as my omega," he growls directly in your ear, causing you to whine again and cower your head beneath his hounding mouth. "But I guess we'll both have to wait for what we want, huh?"
He knows you know.
You have to know.
Have to have known how badly he wants you, wants to hear your voice ring high with laughter like you do teasing your sisters, wants to hear your playful growls as you wrestle with your brothers who let you win just to see you swish your tail with prowess. He wants to feel you rest your head on his chest, wants to see you look up at him with security and ease, knowing that he's there to protect and love you.
But how can he explain that, with years of nothing but threatening looks and yards of distance between you two?
If it brings you familiarity and perhaps ease of seeing him as you've always thought to have known him, as a brute with nothing on his mind apart from taking you like an animal and conquering you, then he'll save the monologuing for later.
"After all," he heaves in the darkness of the seclusion, voicing his thoughts, "your birthday's coming up, right? You'll be of age to be claimed."
He thrusts his knee in between your trembling legs, pushing your shoulders down while following with his head and never letting his mouth rise above your unclaimed mark. You gasp as he begins grinding his knee in circles against your hooded clit, bouncing you lightly to evoke whatever sweet noises he can from your pursed lips.
You choke and sputter, suddenly grasping around his neck for leverage as you try to pull yourself up, but you're no match for him as it only serves to prove his point and enrage him from your constant rejection.
You can lie to him all you want, but your body never will.
"And trust me, little girl, when that cunt ripens for me to take, when that neck fucking sings for me to lay my mark-"
Your voice cracks into a howl as he takes one of his hands and squeezes the fat of your tit while the other spanks your jiggling ass on his knee, feeling whiplash from the onslaught of sensations.
"-I can promise you, there's no running. There's no cowering behind your brother's legs like some fucking baby, there's no using your sisters as an excuse to turn your face away from me."
Bakugo presses you tight against the wall, smothering you chest-to-chest with him and using the confined space to rut his naked erection against your thigh, his hips snapping forward and chasing years of needed release in your presence.
"I'll tie you down on my bed, face down ass-up and breed you as my bitch. I'll take you bent over and wrapped around me against every surface and floor of our secluded cave."
You blubber as you can feel yourself coming to a high, the water splashing obnoxiously at your humping against each other. In an effort to keep your pride, you try as hard as you can to grit your teeth and delay your orgasm, but he seems to catch on pretty quick.
"And then," he drops your tit and uses both hands to pry your asscheeks apart, impaling you impossibly closer down on the hard bone of his knee, your clit grating deliciously as his leg vibrates and flexes from moving you back and forth, up and down, any direction he can get your teeth to latch onto your lip and pussy clench on nothing.
"Then, you won't have to hide that pretty voice anymore. I'll get those years of silence back in exchange for your screams for help."
At this, he hugs you flush against the wall and himself as you shake from your orgasm, the water rippling at your reaction.
"So if I were you, I'd be grateful for any solitude from now on. Because you won't be getting it anymore."
Deku - Midoriya Izuku
TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere
Thinking about being childhood friends with Izuku, who’s always had a bit of a crush on you.
You’ve always known, but you’ve never humored it. He’s your friend – anything else would just be awkward. If you had to put it in any other term, you’d say he felt more like a little brother.
You wish he’d allowed the two of you to grow apart – as normal people do.
There wasn’t really any reason for the two of you to stay friends after middle school. His quirk suddenly manifested, and he got into UA – became a pro-hero – and then the symbol of peace. And you were still… kind of just doing your thing – studying, working, struggling to pay rent – struggling to keep a date…
The two of you never had much in common anyway, and you never really knew what to talk about with him anymore – only knowing to ask him how his mother was. After all, you grew out of your otaku phase a long while ago – and otherwise, you felt out-educated in any and every conversation the two of you had with each other. You swear talking to him makes you feel like a toddler learning your first words – it’s humiliating, and you don’t understand how any of it’s remotely stimulating for him, either.
Still, he’ll text you when he has the time, asking if you’d like to meet up at a café – talk, catch up – and you, not wanting to be rude, always accept.
You’d gone wide-eyed the first time you’d met him after middle school. Jeez Louise – he’d had to have grown twice his size – jacked and scarred to no end. It only got worse over the years. Now, adults – he must be twice your size. Bigger even.
You blush now when he flirts with you. But not so much for the reasons he wants.
Honestly, it’s more uncomfortable than it’s flattering. It was Izuku, after all – Deku – no matter how little he resembled the crybaby from your childhood – he’d always be that same nerdy loser friend who’d chased after you ever since you first met.
He might have grown up, but his crush on you hadn’t.
His doe-eyed look of longing and adoration had always made you feel a little awkward – a little sorry for him. And now that he’s become a man, it’s only become even more… desperate… a little pathetic, actually…
Bedroom eyes that make you laugh nervously, pretending to brush it off as a joke but really wishing he’d just give it a rest already. Surely, as a pro-hero and public figure, he could get a date? One of the many screaming fangirls that pine for him everywhere he drags that awful golden cape he has on his shoulders. And if not any of them, then maybe a model. A movie-star even.
Why is he so hung up on you?
The funny thing is, you’d tried vying him of his crush by telling him about hook-up after hook-up, boyfriend after boyfriend – treating him like a girlfriend you could gossip with.
But it’s almost like he takes it as a challenge – talking and helping you through your relationships, giving his input and advice – just like a real friend would… only… always implementing something… something condescending, something suggestive, something saying you ought to be with him instead – he’d never treat you like that, he’d never do you wrong, you’d be taking good care of with him.
You’d made the mistake of saying you were struggling with a class at university – just to make conversation – just to talk about something trivial. But of course, he’d seen it as an opportunity – quick to offer his help, saying he’d taken that class as an extracurricular – just for a bit of fun, he’d said, light reading material he’d done on the side of his internship.
You don’t know why it’s so hard to tell him no.
Suppose it’s the possibility of being wrong – the guilt of thinking he has impure intentions when he’s supposedly the purest person in the world.
But you should have trusted your instincts.
“Please, Izuku-” You’d immediately restored to begging. Who wouldn’t? He’s a two-meter-tall monster of a man – jacked with muscles fatter than a bear.
Your phone’s been missing since you came back from the bathroom – your lips wet with his unwanted kisses – your neck sore from having his fist wrapped around it when you tried stopping him.
You’d only managed to break free after biting – blood salty in your mouth. You nearly vomited, choking on a mix of bile and fear.
Fuck – your legs are so weak, you might just buckle from the dread alone – feeling like a bunny snagged on fox teeth.
“You used to take me when we’d play wrestle... you remember?”
The comment is pulled out of nowhere.
He stalks you, a fond look on his face as though the two of you were reminiscing good old times. As though his eyes weren’t a nocturnal green like foxfire on the fen. As though he wasn’t radiating black whip – ready to snare you.
“Think you can take me now?”
You had your hands raised apprehensively – but the hopelessness took its toll and made your entire body shake on the spot.
Your only hope was to talk him out of it. If only you could think past the fear and string a sentence together that wasn’t along the lines of “Please-”
But something about that look on his face told you he wouldn’t listen to reason anymore. Not manic, not like a person who’d finally snapped – but controlled – resolute – and playful even. Nothing like you’d ever seen. Nothing you could understand.
“What’s wrong, hm?” He smiles, head tipped in that charming way that used to make you want to pinch his cheek. Now it just makes you sick to look at – swallowing thickly as you tack another step back away from it. “I’ll go easy – so don’t worry… I know it's not exactly a fair fight anymore…”
Your better judgment failed you – fight-or-flight kicked in, and you made a break for it.
Budging into the couch on your way, it’s a messy scramble for the door – but you manage. Feeling feverish with dread and pumped full of adrenaline, you brush the cold handle with just your fingertips before something wraps around your midriff in a snug grip – pulling you back into the living room.
You’re lifted from the ground, kicking – now screaming – flailing in the air before you’re flipped on your back against the couch.
“Don’t be like that~” He murmurs. “Always so wishy-washy~” Voice in a low purr that makes you feel like coughing up your heart – squirming beneath him and his heavy hands as they paw your thighs beneath your skirt – manhandling you like nothing you’d ever imagine him to do.
Raking his fingers through the dough before squeezing your ass greedily – kneading his fat crotch against the thin fabric protecting your cunt.
“Complaining about all your weak-dicked boyfriends as if begging me to come fuck you myself – yet such a flighty little slut when it comes down to it.” He sneers. “Let me help you out.”
One hand tugs your panties until they rip, whilst the other hand pulls up to grab your face – squeezing your cheeks to keep you still when forcing his kisses on you.
“After all… what are friends for?”