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**-So, you been dreamin' about me ?-**

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last updated : 08-14-2022

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i got a surprise for yall lol 🌚

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I must say … my tumblr run was ✨iconic✨

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What would yall say if I said I have a Kyoujuro fic written out, I just have to edit it?

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Put everything in the bag please.

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ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 thinkin’ about S. Gojo being ⟡ scary ⟡

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18+ | piss , bullying, violence, reader is a teacher,

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Satoru Gojo is your worst nightmare. Yeah, he might be the “honored one”– powerful, revered, respected and loved by most but apparently you’re not one for his charms. Where others fawn , you flee. You never offer praise or expected idolatry from one such as yourself. You rush past him in the hallways. Brush off his attempts at communication. Barely reacting to anything that had to do with Satoru Gojo. Who do you think you are ? He’s the strongest after all. What he didn’t know is that you were to shy and in awe to do anything but run away! After all his presence seemed limitless and suffocating. There was no way that someone like you could keep up. But Satoru didn’t know this. You see , he isn’t the strongest because he’s Satoru Gojo. He’s Satoru Gojo because he’s the strongest. And why should the strong protect the whims of the weak ?

So he was mean.

“Innocently” undermining you in front of your students, interrupting your classes , over talking you , bumping into you, pinching your thighs, and cornering you in dark hallways to whisper vicious insults and veiled threats.

“You cryin’? God, you’re weak” lips brushing against your jaw as he squeezes your neck. “What if I pulled you into my domain ? What do you think would happen?”

You tried to tell someone, anyone , but who’d believe you ? You should’ve known better, and you also should’ve known that word would get back to your tormenter. You probably would’ve kept your mouth shut if you’d known that he’d have you backed against the lockers, head locked between two meaty fists. Thumb resting against your temples and lips pressed against your ear whispering cruelly. “Did you really think they’d believe you, weakling?”. “Even if they did, what did you think would happen? No one can stop me. They’re too weak”. Honestly , you should be grateful that I even waste my time on someone as pathetic as you.” “People have literally killed for my attention” And you know he wasn’t lying. Everyone loved him. Everyone except you.

He couldn’t understand why you didn’t immediately succumb to his charms. Why you didn’t fall to your knees the moment he spoke to you. Most women did. He took personal offense to your shy and introverted nature. Getting meaner and meaner everyday. But this was the worst it had ever gotten. His knee was pressed between your legs, right against your cunt. You were shaking so bad. So scared and he was holding you in place. It didn’t help that he’d caught you on the way to restroom. “P-please Gojo … gotta go” Your pathetic pleas fell on deaf ears. “P-please Gojo” he mocked, adding pressure against your temple. “Where do you have to go , huh ? What’s more important than me ?” Fat tears welled in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill with each twitch of his leg. “I have to go to the ladies room, Gojo” you whined, praying that he’d spare you the tiniest sliver of mercy. Prayers went unanswered because Gojo’s handsome face twisted into a cruel smile. Cerulean visionaries burning into your skin and tracing a path down to where his knee met your clothed cunt. “Oh?” he mocked, voice dripping with faux concern. “Does little Y/N need to go potty?” You didn’t answer, just whimpered and averted your eyes which did not bode well with the sorcerer . *BAM! His fists crashed into the locker, leaving a gaping hole right next to your head. “When I talk you- Gojo’s voice trailed off and his gaze fell to the darkening splotch on his uniform pants. Pale yellow liquid surged from the place between your thighs. Pretty white stockings ruined with streaks of hot piss. "G-gojo , i-” Words caught in your throat and you whimpered in humiliation. Utterly defeated by the fact that you’d pissed yourself in front of the most powerful man of your era. He was going to be furious. At least that’s what you assumed before you dared glance at his oceanic orbs. His eyes glazed over, completely clouded with lust. The wet tip of his tongue darted across his plush lips and your eyes followed the movement. Slightly parted and moistened by saliva. What you wouldn’t give to have those lips on your body. As if he were clairvoyant, Gojo pulled you into a bruising kiss. Bullying into your mouth with such skilled aggression that your brain felt fuzzy. A heady mixture of adrenaline and arousal permeated the air and the damp warmth of your cunt pulsed against his leg in rhythm with the frantic beating of your heart. Gojo pulled away hair messy and tie disheveled. Thick fingers carded through his white locs before he stepped forward to fix your hair. A hand lingered against your cheek, almost gentle. Almost. His thumb and index finger squeezed as he pulled your face close to his. “My place at 11 PM, weakling. Don’t be late.”

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reworked this for gojo cause im in love with him really bad

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 watashi wa star ✧₊⁺

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18+ | public sex , cockwarming, degradation, idol!sukuna, pop star! reader

♪ ༘⋆ i get money i’m a star, star, star, star …♪ ༘⋆

Sukuna whose mind was set on fucking you from the very beginning. From the time he’d heard that you were considering him, alone, as a feature for your breakout single. His dick was hard. The thought of you spreading your cute little cunt with those bubble gum pink nails for him was scintillating.

Long before the song was even recorded —when the label execs were still trying to hash out the finer details of your contract. He saw that fiery look in your eye when the label pleaded for you to reconsider. Literally begging you to choose the more appropriate twin—the one that complimented your core audience better. But you held firm , defiant as you locked eyes with him.

“That’s the point. I’m done with this goodie two shoes image! Fuck what Uraume says, I can be bad too !”

Sukuna really appreciated your dedication. Seeing you unlock your inner vixen during the video shoot was delicious. The way your scantily clad body twirled and whined around him. He loved how your pebbling nipples stretched the fabric of that cute little number. The way you crawled between his legs and rested your cheek on his thigh. He could how perfect you’d look with his dick stuffed down your throat—drool and his cum running down your chest as he continued to fuck into toy. Especially the little sounds you made when his hand “slipped” into less than appropriate places during your routine. His hands had a mind of their own. So if you were going to put your ass in his face. Who was he not to oblige ?

It had to look authentic right ?

And your hard work actually paid off because by then end of things you’d definitely convinced Sukuna that you’d love to fuck yourself stupid on his cock!

However the media wasn’t convinced.

Cringe

Trying too hard.

She’s finished. Hate that for her.

Why didn’t she choose Yuuji ?

The media reception to your upcoming project was less than stellar. That’s why Sukuna suggested a club appearance. A PR stunt like this could gather excitement and you might have some fun at the same time!

That’s why you were sitting in Sukuna’s section, perched on his lap, while he and his entourage threw bills and popped bottles in front of hundreds of adoring fans. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Everyone except you. That’s because you were too busy trying to ignore the throbbing cock nestled in your womb.

“You should really loosen up, sweetheart. People are watching. Wouldn’t want them finding out , hmm ?”

The sound of his husky voice in your ear sends shockwaves to your pussy. You whine, walls clenching tightly around the man. He chuckles darkly before your rewarded with a subtle roll of his hips.

“Damn, baby. It’s almost like you want to get caught. You that desperate to prove you’re not a good little girl?”

The hand under your pleated mini skirt grips your thighs harshly. Blunt nails scrape at the skin. A sultry whine drawn out from the action. His other hand glides over your breast to slot against your throat. He squeezes lightly , leaning you against his chest as he turns your face towards his.

You open your mouth to respond but find your voice caught in your throat. Pure lust swirls in his scarlet irises. Heat starts to pool in your abdomen and you find yourself squirming against him. He’s been stretching you so good for so long. You just can’t him yourself. You want more.

Need it.

“N-need you , ryo”

Your voice is wrecked. It’s the best he’s ever heard you sound. Record that shit and you’d probably win a Grammy.

“Tch” Sukuna rolls his eyes, smirking at your pitiful state. “Since you don’t wanna be good for me, then I’ll guess I teach you what happens to brats”.

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Sukuna: *breathes

me:

More food from my semi-active blog 🫶🏾

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18+ feral thoughts of meanie!ichigo pulling your hair while you top him of in his frat brother!grimmjow cause it’s his birthday and that’s my man.

tw! degradation, oral , recording 🫶🏾

♕ ♕ ♕ ♕

they’re so bad too. like super sleazy bros that major in mansplaining and manipulation but get absolutely irate when you choose the bear !

you’re the problem not them.

why’d you wear such glossy lips if you didn’t plan on sucking dick today , whore ?

valid.

meanie!ichigo is very mean about it. he doesn’t care if you can breathe. he’ll pinch your nose while he feeds you his cock. in and out , brutally thrusting into your warm wet mouth. the way your throat bulges makes him throb.

meanie!ichigo moans so sluttily when you gagged around him. it feels so good , y’know? wraps your hair around his hand and just holds you against him. you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

“that’s it, sweetie. be a good girl and take it. that’s all you’re really good for anyway”

fratbrother!grimmjow has the camera making sure to get every single angle of you chocking on his bro. loves the way you whimper and whine.

he’s definitely stroking his cock in time with ichigo’s thrust. you look so good with all those tears running down that pretty face of yours.

“y’know you sound way smarter with a cock in your mouth, pretty. can’t wait for my turn”.

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so i did a thing. a very small thing. and im very rusty. but here’s a treat for you pretty whores 🫶🏾

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i miss tumblr ‘21 💔

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@evierain777 that era was literally ICONIC

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i miss tumblr ‘21 💔

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Kisuke Urahara x Reader (BLEACH)

Warnings: mentions of blood, mature content, ass eating, vaginal licking

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You wake up and almost feel your heart leap out of your chest as you see a message written on your wall in blood.

“Please meet at Urahara shop immediately” you read aloud. It clicks and you scream as loud as you can. Kisuke can be such an ass sometimes. “P.S if you looked at this message and thought that it was the message of a person before death, you have no sense of humor”

You huff and throw yourself back into bed kicking your legs. “He couldve just woke me up and said this before he left fucking weirdo”

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“Y/n .. glad to see you came in today” he says sarcastically.

“Fuck off Urahara, I’m tired” you say flipping him off.

“Yeah I bet you are” he smirks. You look at him read to say something smart back but the sound of little feet against the floorboard and Ururu and Jinta crashing into your back gripping on to you.

“Y/n! ” they cried. “We missed you!”

“That jerk said you weren’t coming back” Jinta shouted pointing a Kisuke who just held a hand over his heart.

“I mean she was beat up pretty bad ..” he says hiding his face with his fan.

“Go to hell Kisuke"  you squint your eyes at him.

"Tessai! There you are” he says walking past you ignoring your glare.  “I need you and the kids to stay up here and handle the customers. I have to take y/n and show you the new inventory”. Tessai responded with a humm and grabbed the kids off you. You watched as they fought and gave them a sound pout letting them know you’ll be back and they had to behave for Tessai. Kisuke rolled his eyes at the way the kids only listened to you.

“Hurry up and go, damn” yoruichi said hopping on the counter in her cat form. “You talk to damn much” . Kisuke winked at her and grabbed your wrist dragging you to the back of the store.

“Kisuke im not lifting boxes with you”

“Who said anything about lifting boxes?” He asked waving a small red heart shaped bottle in your face.

“What the hell is that?”

“Our newest product of course now lay down”

“Kisuke no, what if my skin breaks out” you whine

“It’s not now undress and lay down, I didn’t make it pretty in here for nothing” he says pulling your shirt over your head. You huff and take your leggings and panties off. and he pushed you down on the futon he prepared for you. You moan at the feeling of the heating pad hitting your stomach making you body vibrate with warmth. I guess I could give in, he is the reason why I’m sore anyway sick fucker.

He covers you with a warm sheet and you close your eyes embracing it. You feel him straddle your thighs and hear the top of the oil pop open. “Actually” he clears his throat “you should take these off too I don’t want to get oil on them. There’s kids here I don’t want them to think anything weird happened back here” he said tugging at your leggings

“Hmm okay, you do it” You huff and lift your hips off the futon for him to slide them off. Instantly he hooks his fingers into your panties and slides both your panties and leggings down. Your eyes shoot open and you almost shout until he hushes you and says “don’t worry the door is locked just relax. Tessai and the kids don’t have the key for here”

You relax and lay back down. He settled him some comfortably on your legs and popped the cap to the oil back open. “It’s supposed to be a warming oil so let me know if you feel weird"  he says softly.

His hands were warm compared to the cold skin of your back as he spread the oil across your waist and up both sides of your spine slowly applying pressure every now and again.

"Smells good ” you whisper.

“Yeah this one is strawberry flavored” he says lowly pressing him palm into you back a little to hard making your body tense. “Sorry” he says getting up. “Open your legs, my weight is making it hard for you with all the pressure on your spine” you nod and spread your legs feeling the sheet dip as Kisuke kneels in between them. “Yes, this is much better. I’m sorry for last night by the way, maybe I was too rough” Kisuke said as he poured some more oil on your body and started massaging along your spine again.

“It’s okay I had fun” you mumble humming contentedly, encouraging Kisuke every time he found a particularly painful spot, and sighing when the tension dissipated.

“It’s just, you’re so … and I just can’t help myself”. You hum to let him know you were listening even though the act of him rubbing and massaging your body had to drifting off. He made sure to pay attention to every vertebrate separately, down to the tailbone, flipping the sheet back and pouring some oil on your ass. You thought nothing of it and let him do him.

He started to massage and knead your butt muscles carefully over the hand prints left from last night until every knot started to dissolve under his finger tips. You moan a bit when his hand slipped between your asscheeks to massage one cheek individually and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Leaning his head down he pressed soft kisses to the hand prints on both sides. You eyes shot open when you felt him jiggling your ass by shaking your cheeks. He laughed Everytime it made a clapping sound. You rolled your eyes softly laughing at how childish he could be at times.

Your eyes went wide went you felt your cheeks being spread. You try to get up and turn to look behind you but Kisuke along arms pushed your back down. “Relax, I’m just trying to see something”

“See wha—ah” you moan in between asking when you felt  something cold against your asshole. Kisuke was licking your ass.  He lets your cheeks go and takes his face from between it enough to bite your asscheek making you shout. “Kisuke we cant..”

“Hush, I just want to see how you were going to react. Also…” he paused. “This oil taste good” he says licking his lips. He goes back to massaging your ass moving down to your legs. You relax under his hands again.

When he felt you were relaxed enough he spread your cheeks again but this time he was lower and locked from you cunt to your ass, his eyes where closed as he pushed his face in between your cheeks, tongue moving and gliding across your entrance. You moaned he licked up and down from your ass to you cunt occasionally sucking on your clit. He shoved his tongue into your cunt and slowly entered a finger into your ass working you open until he can add a second and then a third. Your eyes were rolling back from the amount of pleasure you feel from the wiggling of his tongue, the fingers on your clit and the way he was pumping his three fingers in and out of your ass. You were on the verge of cumming, you had to shove your face into the pillow in fear that the kids, Tessai and yoruichi would hear you but that didn’t stop you from lift your hips a little bit and pushing your hips back to fuck his tongue and fingers. Kisuke motor boated your cunt and removed his fingers from your ass, you whined at the lost but jumped at the feeling of something cold enter you.

Kisuke removed his now oily face from in between you cheeks and slapped your ass. “Keep that in until we get home” he smirked smiling at the diamond studded metal butt plug. “Get dressed and meet me in the front” he winks at you walking towards the door. “We have work to do y/n .. this is a store after all”

“Fucking Kisuke” you mutter throwing this pillow across the room after hearing the door slam closed

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“Okay but that still doesn’t explain why your face is so shiny” You hear Jinta say as you walk to the front of the shop.

“I can smell it from here it smells like strawberries!” Ururu says excitedly

Looking to Tessai who’s brows were raised and Yoruichi who was looking anywhere but at Urahara you clear your throat to announce you were in the room.

“Y/n look at his face! He looks a mess” Jinta shouts running to you. You watch as Kisuke touches his face and looks at his hand seeing the oil.

“I- excuse me” he says quickly walking past you.

“Serves you right” you say low enough to for him to hear as he passes you. He smirks and continues walking into the back of the shop clicking the button is his pocket. You jump and Jinta looks at you with concern but you smile at him “I’m okay, just still a little jittery” this fucker.

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Me realixing that I’ve unintentionally stumbled across another light haired , semi-insane, anime man that I will whole heartedly and forever simp for with my entire cewchie.

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A Night In - Black Reader x Yuuji Itadori

TW! AU, manipulative reader, kinda toxic reader , yandere reader if you squint, yuuji wants to hang out with his friends but reader is sad ☹️, oral (m) receiving , vaginal sex

Bringing that sweet persona full force you fall to your knees between his spread legs and bite your lip. Meekly gazing up at him with doe eyes and a pout. He always looks so good from this angle—towering over you like a god. Big muscles and powerful hands that could end you in an instant but the puppy like trance that befalls him as you present lets you know that he would never.

Who really has the power here ?

His shorts lay discarded in the corner. Thick cords of muscle flex and ripple under the slow drag of your nails on his flesh. His breath hitches as you pepper sweet kisses up his toned thighs. Leisurely, you suck at the skin. Painting the canvas with darkened marks of passion. Yuuji moans lustfully, placing a hand and cupping your cheek to which you meet with a kiss on his palm. You love his hands. They’re so strong and beautiful. Those hands have helped bring peace and justice to world and normally you’d spend time servicing them deep in your throat but there’s something heavier that’ll settle against your tongue tonight. The object of your desire lies between his thighs too heavy to stand. Thick veins circle the girthy appendage with a purpling mushroom tip leaking pre. On instinct your tongue darts out and you can’t help the lascivious moan that tumbled in your chest. Yuuji’s brows furrow and his perfect lips part slightly revealing sparkling white, and deadly sharp, teeth. God he looks so beautiful—if you could stare at him all day you would but right now you have a job to do. One long strip from the base of his cock to his engorged tip has him rutting forward and whimpering your name. He hisses in pain laced pleasure when your nails break the skin of his thighs at the same time your wet cavern engulfs him.

Yuuji melts into the sofa , literal putty in your hands as you Bob your head on the top half of his member. Your tongue swirls around his dick, spelling your name as if an enchantment. A low grow bubbles from his chest and you dare a glance at his face. Stray strands have fallen in his face, stuck to the beads of sweat forming. His lip is bruised with trickles of blood spilling in the corner from how hard he’d been biting them. God—he’s captivating. Deeper. Deeper. You urge yourself. Swallowing more and more of his massive length while your fondle his balls and dare let you fingers graze past his perineum. He jolts at the feeling but that’s for another time. You suck hard. Swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling off with a pop to spit the mixture of saliva and precum before shoving the entirety of it down your throat. Saliva drips down his heavy balls and you feel them throbbing in your hand a tell tale sign that he’s close to cumming. He does his best to warn. A strained “b-baby”, and a garbled cry of your name is all he manages before spilling his seed in your mouth. Allowing him no time to recover you pull up and sink down his fat cock. The painful stretch of it bullying into your unprepped pussy almost made you scream but you wouldn’t dare spill the liquid delight resting on your tongue. Big hands grip your cheeks slamming your pelvises together. You tangle your fingers into red strands as you pull him into a cum filled kiss. He moans at the taste , swallowing his own seed like a debauched whore. You’re so close now. The delicious curve of his cock is nestled in your womb and every twitch sends shockwaves to your gspot. Yuuji is babbling affirmations of love and praise beneath you but your too far gone to hear him. Instead you focus on the feeling of his silky strands between your feelings and his dick rubbing against your velveteen walls as you cum. He joins your climax— shooting ropes of cum until you’re both left spent and panting.

Who doesn’t like a good night in ?

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The Detriment of Our Origin

Sukuna X Black Reader

MDNI (18+) | slight angst, slight religious undertones, implied obsession, sukuna has a big dick, sukuna covers reader’s mouth , idk what this is

Forever was never the goal.

Two lost souls met on the outskirts of sanity. Desperate for something to hold on to. Something to ground them.

You just wanted to feel.

Anything.

Pain was fine because it kept you in the present. Stopped you from floating into the cold vast darkness of your own mind— that was a dangerous place to be alone.

He could give you pain.

He was pain.

He was born to take , break and consume.

Ryomen took, broke, and consumed you.

Your soul flaked off bit by bit with the subtlest of caresses.

Actions that would’ve caused butterflies and coy smiles from any other man manifested in blazing desire and yearning that left you wrung out in the spaces between life and death.

The supple velvet of his plush lips proceeded the keen edge of the teeth that sunk into your flesh.

Razor-like nails carved patterns into your body, ornamenting you with his marks for all to see.

Sukuna never gave you anything. Why should he ? He is a god. Your god. He took what he wanted. He took your pleasure. He stole your desire.

Each orgasms was forcefully extracted by the unmerciful roll of his hips against your core. Those punctuated thrusts that burrowed impossibly deep—so deep that your quaked and spasmed.

His hands were everywhere. In your breasts. In your hair. Over your mouth. Curled into the sheets. He was everywhere. He is everything.

Sukuna would lean back to watch where the two of you connected, loving the evidence of your arousal coating his cock like snow in a winter field. It made him want to fuck into you harder. Just to hear the carnal squelch of your soaked cunt. Poor hole weakly submitting to an intrusion that was much too big and much too rough.

His strokes were sinister.

Each thrust angled to attack that gummy spot that drew choked sobs and hoarse cries from your throat.

He loved you like this. An angel crying for the devil

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MDNI(18+)| Poly!GojoGeto, Fem!Reader, Black!Reader, Chubby!Reader, Boys Kiss, Fingering, Oral, They're a little mean, dubcon ?, gojo and reader have been drinking, geto is also a little sleepy, idk, What PLot ?,

You were a lot more confident with the cheers of your friends spurring you on as you brought over the drink to the handsome man at the bar. The liquid courage coursing through your veins aided in the honeyed smile that adorned your features while you gave your name, to which he replied “Gojo Satoru” with a wink before downing the gifted shot and encouraging you to do the same. The cerulean inferno of his gaze catalyzing the burning liquid that spread warmth through your limbs. But, now after a night of suggestive conversation and slow grinding on the dance floor, you’re starting to wonder if you bit off more than you could chew.

“You taking me home then, pretty?” he smirks, pockets shoved casually in his pockets as he leans against the bar. You did tell him initially that you planned on making him “yours” that night, albeit awkward and you stuttered half of the sentence, but he liked it. The “good girl gone bad” thing worked for you, and he thanked God for giving you such a supportive friend group. You gulped, straightening stiffly to pull at the black skirt that had crept up your luscious thighs all night. “Of c-course. Follow me” you cursed yourself inwardly, but the cloudy haze of alcohol and arousal dulled most of your embarrassment.

The ride to his place was agonizing. He barely spoke, opting to hum a bluesy tune while looking out of the window. Gojo kept his hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh there. He couldn’t wait to mark them up properly.

On the elevator his demeanor changed completely. He went from relaxed and charming to imposing and seductive. Your back against the wall, bodies pressed together—Gojo licked across your jaw both hands on your ass cheeks as he rocked you against his thigh.

“Got me all worked up, baby. Treated me nice” he groaned after one particularly salacious moan. “What was it that you said? ‘I’m on you real bad. You my man now.’ You said that right?” Satoru laughed at your frustrated whines. Shaking his head, his lips slotted back against yours, tongue easily dominating the cavern. He smelled sweet in the best way. Like a decadent vanilla with a layer of something much deeper and darker.

The elevator chimed and he pulled away, opting to hold your hand instead of your ass.

A singular door was positioned on the opposite side of the short hallway. A penthouse. You thought, impressed that you were able to snag a not only incredibly attractive but also seemingly wealthy hookup on your first night out in a very long time.

Gojo knocked loudly on the door, confusing you, but as if reading your mind he squeezed your hand and smirked. “i-uh forgot my keys… yeah, I forgot my keys” he chuckled smoothly, “Sugu will let us in”.

As if on cue, the locking mechanism clicked, and the door opened revealing “Sugu” in his shirtless glory. Gojo was strikingly gorgeous, with prominent features that drew attention with ease, but his friend was a more “subtle beauty”. The type that you’d miss if you weren’t paying attention but when you actually saw them, your jaw would be on the floor. He pouted sleepily, a look that seemed almost silly on such a sexy man, rubbing his eyes and looking between the two of you.

“Toru, what are you—” he was cut off by Gojo smashing their lips together. The dark-haired man eyes widened comically but he didn’t pull away which drew a pleased groan from Gojo. He looked at you curiously, eyes glazing over your body and pausing on your cleavage and exposed midsection. You were thick—just their type. With a gorgeous face to match. The gears started to turn in his mind as Satoru’s tongue washed away the last remnants of sleep.  He pulled away, smiling sweetly. “Hello” he murmured, wiping a mixture of saliva and gloss from the corner of his mouth. The man took Satoru’s face in his hand and forced his thumb inside. The other moaned around the digit, swirling his tongue while maintaining contact with the dark eyes in front of him.

“Sugu” cursed under his breath as Gojo bobbed on his finger but turned to you with a roguish smile. “And you are?” he purred, voice laced with saccharine arousal and interest.

Going. You’ll be going. Because whatever this is, it’s clearly more than you bargained for. You try to pull away but Gojo’s grip on your hand tightens. He pulls the finger from his mouth and frowns. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Tryin’ to leave us already?”

US! Us. Us? The idea of an “us” with two of the most beautiful men that you’ve ever seen is intriguing, but you can barely wrap your head around having sex with one stranger. Let alone two.

 “i-i” you stammered, breathing heavily when Gojo pulled you closer to them. “you-you, what?” The white-haired man laughed loudly, pressing your body between them. “Don’t get shy now, baby. You had some big talk back at the club. I figured I might need the extra help”. He turned your body to face the other man while pressing into you from behind. His hardness grazed your lower back, and you whimpered at the thickness.

“Gojo, I don’t understand”, you paused, breathless from the feeling of his hardened cock rutting against you. “I thought we were … who is this?” The ravenette chucked darkly, dropping his hand to grab yours and bring it to his lips. “Geto Suguru. It’s a pleasure”. The way he spoke the word did dangerous things to your pussy.

“Sugu’s my best friend, Y/N. We share everything”. His voice drops, ‘And tonight we’re going to share you”.

…

A rush of heat pooled in your cheeks and between your thighs, as you listened to Satoru recount the details of your evening to a very intrigued Suguru. All the lewd comments made during your alcohol induced stupor. He mimicked all the sweet noises you made on the dance floor when he touched you. Mentioned how you squirmed in the car with anticipation.  Exposed that you rode his knee in the elevator like a depraved whore.

“Had my cock all leaky” he whined dramatically, making Suguru snort.

It was embarrassing. Mortifying even. This wasn’t you. You didn’t do things like this. You’re not a whore. You tried to argue, but they ignored you. They spoke like you weren’t even there. Even with the dark-haired man’s fingers buried in your cunt.

Geto rested his chin casually over your shoulder, with you sitting between his spread legs on the sofa. His index and ring fingers pumped in and out and a snail like pace, occasionally scissoring and curling upwards to massage your gummy walls. The rough pad of his thumb circled your clit with a mixture of your own arousal and saliva.

He pushed your head down and made you spit on it before he even got started.

His free massaged your breasts roughly but avoided your nipples. There was no rush. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of your flesh spilling between your fingers. He wasn’t trying to make you cum. It seemed like he wanted the opposite. Every time he felt you tightening around his fingers, he’d pull out and offer them to Gojo who’d stop mid-sentence for a taste before continuing the conversation.

“That’s why I brought her to your place, Sugu. She was sooo confident that she could handle me. She seemed like such a big girl” Satoru grinned, placing extra emphasis on the last phrase. He knew it sounded condescending—that was the point. He wasn’t even planning on taking anyone home that night but you just served yourself up on a platter. So ready and willing.  

Satoru kneeled between your spread legs, glasses pushed atop his head and a crooked smirk plastered on his face.

“You cryin’?”

That made Suguru’s cock throb. He released your breast to grip your chin, turning your head so that your eyes met his. Pure lust and desperation filled your orbs. It was a captivating sight. They’d barely done anything and you were already wrecked. Gojo had really outdone himself this time.

“Poor thing” he murmured sweetly against your lips. “Would like to cum, sweetheart?”  All you could response was “please”. Begging over and over again for relief. It just wasn’t enough. You needed more.

Geto shushed you, “Calm down, baby. ‘Toru has what you need”. With a lewd squelch he removed his fingers and smeared the slick across your cheek. “Keep your eyes on him”. It was hard. Head cloudy with lust. All you saw was blue.

A wrecked sob fell from your throat when Gojo finally laid his hands on you. Blunt nails dug into your thighs to spread them impossibly wider. He bent down to lick at the sticky slick that clung to your pretty brown skin, and he whined at the taste. He needed more, this time biting down hard making you cry out.

“Somebody likes pain” Geto sung, taking both your nipples and twisting them between his calloused fingers.

Satoru hummed, more focused on the excessive amount of slick weeping from your pussy. Two fingers slid down your slit to spread your labia, he pushed them back up to press on your clit then he pulled down to shove them in your cunt in one fluid motion. His pouty lips attached to your little bundle, and he suckled while rolling his tongue in circles. He spelled his name on your cunny while his best friend slapped your breasts and sucked on your tongue.

It was all too much. Too fast. Your back arched deeply, eyes rolling to the back of your head and chest rising and falling rapidly. You bit down on Geto’s lip, hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, yanking your head back to lick across your throat while you rolled your hips against Gojo’s face riding out your high.

The two men waited for you to come down for a few seconds. Kissing your face and stomach. Rubbing your legs and thighs. Praising and thanking you for doing such a job. And promising to reward you with two loads of cum in every one of your holes.

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Its been a minute. Im a lil rusty-- not proofread,

do not percieve me , i do not wish to be perceived.

lol

@xogabbiexo , @chaiiskindagross , @hentyehottie , @nasty-quillz , @plussizeficchick

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wrote this on my “new” blog — haven’t actually posted in months tho

[plussizeficchick]

Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink

Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons

“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.

The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.

She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.

You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.

He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.

That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.

— —

This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.

Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.

He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.

You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.

But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.

You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.

His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.

“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.

Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.

He wouldn’t.

“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t, alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

He would.

— —

As soon as Kirishima got you into his room, he was all over you. The scent blockers that you thought you’d so strategically hidden were ripped off without hesitation, Kirishima burrowing his nose right into your scent gland. He groans at the smell, a mix of honey and cinnamon.

He licks at your scent gland, releasing pheromones that will hopefully push you into heat.

He pulls away slightly to get a good look at you, tweaking your nipples through your top and he notices the slight rubbing in your thighs. You were just too cute.

He leans into you, nipping at your neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Need me? Need your big, strong alpha to make it better, hm? Talk to me.” You whine at his words, the feel of his teeth grazing your scent gland about to send you into a frenzy. When did it get so hot? “Please, Eiji.” You practically beg, but that’s not enough for Kirishima, no. He wants you to need him.

He tsks and gives a slight shake of his head before pulling away from you slightly. You whine at the loss of body heat but Kirishima is quick to shut that down with a searing kiss, tongue swirling with yours before sucking and nipping at your bottom lip. “You need me, baby. Know you do. Jus’ wanna hear you say it.” He whispers into your mouth.

How did you end up like this? He had practically blackmailed you, threatened to expose your secret and throw you into the lion’s den, yet you’re seriously aching to get on your knees for him. Ready to give him anything he wants.

“Need you, Eiji. Need you so fucking bad.” You mewl into his neck, sucking hickies into his scent gland. Kirishima groans at your neediness, ready to devour you completely. “Yeah?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. You don’t know why, but you feel the heat intensifying. And the waves of arousal feel much more profound than usual.

Kirishima seems to notice your confusion, cock stirring in his jeans. You really have no idea how this works do you? “What’s wrong, babe?” He asks you with faux concern. “Heat about to break?” He grins wolfishly.

You feel your stomach fall to your ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He says, peeling away at his clothes. “Well, I’ll try anyway.” He chuckles.

The sight of his rock hard abs and muscles has your panties soaking and the way he’s looking at you, like you're a cute, chunky bunny ready to be eaten has your heart skipping beats.

“Well?” Kirishima gestures to your clothes, wanting more than anything to rip them off your body. “Not gonna make me wait, are you?” He asks, stroking the length of his cock. You immediately shimmy out of your clothes, your eyes trained on the motion of his hand. He has the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It’s heavy, the tip is a nice shade of pink, and it’s drooling pre and you want nothing more than to feel the weight of it against your tongue, but it seems like Kiri has a different idea.

“Next time, baby. Right now,” He hoists you up as if you weigh nothing, and honestly, you probably don’t to him, and he unceremoniously drops you on his bed. His hands find purchase on your thighs, it being one of his favorite things about you. “I need to taste you. You gonna let me, hm? Gonna let me make you cum for me?” He mumbles into the skin, and you know you're done for.

“Please, Eiji. Please make me cum.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes. The sight has Kirishima groaning. He wants to ruin you.

He spreads your pussy lips apart, running a finger along your slick before sucking the finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. That only seems to encourage him to drink right from the source. Before you know it, he’s pushing your thighs to your chest and is sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud in rhythmic strokes. You gasp at the feeling, nobody ever eating you out with such vigor before. He’s moaning into your cunt, lapping up as much of your juices as he can but it’s just not enough! He needs more.

He reaches one hand down and rubs it through your slick before pressing a finger inside. You moan, your cunt clenching around the digit while trying to ignore the embarrassing shlick! sound your cunt is making.

It doesn’t take long before Kirishima pulls an orgasm from you and you barely have time to recover before the second one rips through you.

You didn’t even realize he’d come up until you felt his lips against yours and the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he stuffs his full length in one go, the tip rubbing against your g-spot deliciously with every snap of his hips.

It feels so good, almost too good, the way he’s grinding his pubic bone against you, and when he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts, you know you’re a goner.

You’re gushing around his cock, a lewd squelch sound being made every time his hips snap into yours and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “Feel good, baby? Fuck, your pussy feels s’good. S’good to me, baby. So. Fucking Good. Gonna knot you. Fill you up with my pups. Y’want that, baby? Say “yes, daddy.”” Emphasizing his words with each vicious thrust.

He’s fucking into you with vigor, chasing after his own orgasm and at the same time you both reach your climax, your cunt spasming around his pulsing cock as he shoots load, after load into your abused cunt. He’s pawing at your body, the feeling of the soft, doughy flesh somehow intensifying his orgasm.

You cry out, your plush stomach flexing as you feel all your muscles going taut as your orgasm washes over you. Kirishima works you both through it, laying sweet kisses along your neck and chest before pressing one to your lips and cheek as you both come down from your high. You giggle at his softness, knowing he couldn’t keep the act up for much longer.

“Kiriii.” You whine as he blows raspberries into your neck. “(Y/NNNNN).” He mocks back, before pressing more kisses to your face. “We need to shower.” You pout, the sight making him fall deeper in love with you. He sighs, snuggling further into you, “But whyyy, we’re just gonna do it all over again and you smell like me.” He pouts back and neither one of you can help but bust out laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll get the bath started. You want cookies?” “You have my favorites?” You ask, perking up at the sound of your favorite snack. “Don’t I always?” He smirks. He is your alpha after all.

— —

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[plussizeficchick]

Okay so I think as an alpha, it’s hard to get Tamaki angry, but once he does, he goes feral.

Like normally, he has exceptional control over his instincts. He’s not as territorial as others, but there is one thing that can send him into a frenzy.

And that was someone threatening his claim.

You almost felt bad for the poor excuse of an alpha that tried his luck with you. But you’d warned him. You’d been polite, informing him you weren’t interested and were already claimed, but he insisted, was certain he could be a better alpha than the one that would dare let you out of his sight.

You figured since he wasn’t taking a hint that your best bet would be to be direct, harsh even, but it seemed bruising his ego only seemed to stoke his flame.

He didn’t seem to notice your scent changing, the smell of frankincense overpowering your usual scent of lilies and patchouli. And he definitely didn’t notice your alpha stalking over to you guys, too focused on trying to get you home with him.

The alpha doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels the warm gush of blood running from his nose and the harsh pavement under the palm of his hands. He reaches up to assess the damage before letting out a hiss at the searing pain that shoots to his face.

Yep, definitely broken.

He grits his teeth and looks up at the fucker that dared to hit him, but isn’t prepared to come face to face with Pro Hero Suneater.

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing to my mate?” Tamaki grits out, eyes lit with hatred for the alpha in front of him. Normally, he’s a talker. He hates when situations escalate to violence, but this guy knew what he was doing, your claiming mark clear as day.

“Hey man, I-I didn’t know-” He tries to stammer but Tamaki is quick to shut that down. “But you did, I heard her say it. Multiple times.” He blankly stares at the guy before hauling him up by his collar. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave with the shred of dignity you have left, and if I find that you’re harassing omegas again, you’re going to be left with more than a fucked face. Do I make myself clear?” The man’s head nearly flies off the way he nods in affirmation and Tamaki drops him where he stands.

He’s immediately on you, checking you to ensure there’s not a scratch on you before he guides you out of the park.

— —

You’re aware of how Tamaki gets after a huge display of dominance. He’s still pumped up on adrenaline and needs a way to release the frustration before becoming a recluse.

It's one of the rare times in which he loses complete composure.

As soon as you’re both through the threshold he’s hoisting you up, your thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue laving over your claiming mark before he kisses his way to your lips, licking into your mouth. You moan against him, his clothed cock pressing against your cunt through your panties. You feel slick pool between your legs, soaking the fabric. “Please, Tama.” You whine. He offers you a bit of relief when he reaches a hand down and rips your underwear off. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ve got you.” He murmurs into your mouth. He can hardly wait, opting to just haphazardly pull down his sweats and boxers. He jerks himself off really quick, moaning at the feeling before pushing into you.

You both groan at the feeling, Tamaki trying to quell his whimpers by gnawing at your claiming mark. You whimper as he bites the sensitive skin, cunt clenching around him.

You jerk in his arms, your orgasm already fast approaching even though it feels he’s just getting started. “Fuck, bunny. So wet f’me. Am I making you feel good?” He murmurs, big indigo eyes looking up at you. Even through spats of dominance, glimpses of your Tamaki shine through. You nod at his words, tears beginning to build in your lash line, “Yeah, gonna cum f’ you, Tama. Gonna-” The words escape you as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent scream. He works you through it, reaching a hand down to rub your clit and nibbling around your claiming mark. He slowly pulls out, easing you down as you relax. He pulls his hand from you before putting his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of your combined flavor.

“You always taste so good for me, bunny.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You look up at him with a dopey smile before you feel what seems like suction cups on your thighs. You look to see Tamaki’s fingers have turned into tentacles before looking back at him.

“Mind if I have more?”

— —

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What’s 4+4 ?

[chaiiskindagross]

train ride home part two. part one.

bullies! kiribaku x fem! afab! reader

warnings: bullying, fem reader, afab reader, reader's got a coochie, cunt/cunny/pussy is used, pet names used are pretty, princess, pebble, mlm, kiribaku is heavy, baku is mean and rough, kiri is patronizing and passive, cum swapping through oral, oral (m! & f! receiving), kissing, kiribaku kiss, dubcon if ya squint, nonspecific body type or skin color

notes: happy halloween, a second part to the nastiness I posted last year was requested and I finally got around to writin' somethin'... it's gross so be warned.

YET again, you were avoiding the duo, not wanting to face them after the incident on the train. As soon as you got home, you took a shameful shower, rinsing the sweat and cum from your body. If you truly hadn't liked what they'd done to you, surely you'd be crying or feeling more upset, but instead, you were wondering when was the next time they'd jump your bones.

For the next three days, you stayed home, not ready to face the two who had your feelings in a twist. But alas, you couldn't stay feigning sick forever, your classes and professors forcing you to get back on campus. You could only stay away for so long without some actual excuse onto why you couldn't attend classes, you were paying for these classes after all.

Today was Halloween, a fun holiday for dressing up, getting candy, and maybe even getting drunk if you were of age. You'd went for something basic but still on theme with festivity— angel wings and a fake halo, as well as a white sweater and matching white pleated skirt. An angel. Simple, easy, and effective. You hurriedly walked through the campus, eager to get to the safety of your very first class, which you thankfully didn't have with your bullies. The same couldn't be said about your second period, unfortunately.

If that wasn't bad enough, it seemed like your class that usually drug on for way too long, seemed to fly by and fast you, bringing on an urgent sense of doom. And by the time you were being dismissed by your professor, you almost seemed to be suffering from whiplash, brows bunched as you looked around to see people packed up and leaving. Glancing down at your own laptop, notebook, and pen, you slowly packed up as well and stood. Once you stood up, you couldn't ignore the slight buckle of your knees as you squeezed one of the straps on your bag, debating on whether or not you wanted to speed walk to your next class using the quickest route or did you want to duck and around and go the back way.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a need for either.

The impending doom was immediate when you stepped out of the classroom, greeted by a wide chest adorned in a red t-shirt and black, white, and gold varsity jacket. Slowly, you looked up, meeting the gaze of Kirishima, instantly bringing on a wave of anxiety, or perhaps it was excitement...

There was fake blood on his face and 'knife' through his head headband, looking as though he'd been impaled by a machete through the brain.

"Hey angel, where ya been the last couple days? I missed ya."

Out of habit, you looked from his face and then to the area around him, looking for his partner. He caught onto your confused expression, grinning from ear to ear as he answered your unasked question. "Bakubro got caught up with Mr. Aizawa. Don't worry about him, he'll come around later. 's just you and I right now. Ya look cute." He stepped back afterwards and let you take a shakey step forward, only to have him throw one of his beefy arms around your shoulders. Taking the lead, he began to walk, moving slow enough that you wouldn't be dragged along. "Never answered my question. Didja come down with the flu or somethin' after gettin' home?"

"... no. I just had some work to catch up on."

You surprised yourself by not stuttering, but your voice was still low, sounding almost shy as you focused on the ground, inadvertently trusting the big red lug to guide you in the right direction.

"Oh yeah? Cause if I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were avoidin' us— avoidin' me again. But that can't be right, can it, pretty?"

Something about his question held a threatening tone despite being said in an 'innocent' tone. You had to stop yourself from shuddering at his words, only being able to shake your head slowly, not wanting to face the redhead's wrath again. That seemed to please him, his hand squeezing your shoulder in an affirmative way.

"Good girl."

...

The angel and murdered jock, what a combination. The two of you look cute almost, walking so close together, side by side. Kiri's arm has moved from your shoulders down to wrap around your waist, big hand resting on your hip as he guides you along almost as if he thought you'd wander off without him. Your silent as you walk alongside him and he's greeting everyone who looks his way, flashing that big, deadly, friendly smile. Eventually, he leads you to the class you have with the two of them and Kiri released you, allowing you to walk quickly on your own to your usual seat in the middle row, he's obviously hot on your tail as he plops down in one of the seats beside you, an empty one on your other side.

The professor for this course has yet to show up, giving students ample time to lollygag and chat, which he does, but people come up to talk to him, offering him compliments on his costume, which he dishes back with a grin. As he's talking, his hand has slipped into your lap and holds onto your thigh, grounding you in your seat as you begin to unpack the things you need for the class, chewing nervously on your lip. You drown out the conversation happening beside you and try not focus on the hand that nearly dwarfs your thigh, deciding to focus solely on what's in front of you.

About five minutes pass before another familiar face walks into the classroom, causing your shoulders to sag when carmine eyes meet yours.

He's dressed like the devil.

Or more than likely— Mina slapped a headband with horns on his head to make him more 'festive.'

How fitting.

The blond silently stalks his way towards you and Kiri, you three have a seating arrangement of sorts that no one outside of yourself ever seems to question. He slips behind Kiri, huffing when his friend greets him and finds his place in the seat on your other side, sitting and silently taking out his own things. Despite being a troublemaker, he was eerily diligent, the smartest in your class.

And as soon as the professor walked into the classroom, Bakugou snapped his teeth and silently glared at Kiri, who seemed to smile bashfully as he quieted down, turning his gaze forward, taking just a moment to remove his hand from your thigh to take out his own things— a notebook and pen.

Kiri would more than likely do more doodling than note-taking, but he often remembered the important things. Most times he didn't seem to be paying attention, but it was actually the opposite, having grown from his High School self, he learned to be much more attentive to his surroundings in case of eminent danger.

When classes began, you were thankful that neither of the men you were sitting between were paying close attention to you, even if Kiri's eyes seemed to wander from boredom every couple of minutes. If there was one thing you could thankful for, it was that Bakugou was very serious about being the best— especially in class, and with that happening, he kept himself and Kiri in check... The same couldn't be said when classes ended, however.

"Pack it up you two. We've got somewhere to go." You were informed, causing you to look puzzled as Bakugou packed away his things after speaking, Kiri was diligently doing the same, a slight smirk on his face.

"Where are we going?" You asked, though you were hurriedly packing up your things in an absent-minded yet obedient manner.

Swinging his backpack onto his shoulder, Bakugou held one of the straps and stared blankly at you whilst replying, "You'll see."

The three of you, ultimately left the classroom and were on your way— once again, Kiri had his arm wrapped back around your waist while the two of you trailed behind Bakugou who seemed to be on a mission. As you walked, still being held captive by the redhead beside you, you glanced around, hoping to catch someone's eye, but the area you were walking to was in the direction of a building currently under renovation. It didn't take long for you to piece the clues together, causing you to halt your steps, forcing Kiri to stop in his tracks as well.

"What's wrong, pretty? Scared?"

"Tell me where we're going." You boldly stated, glaring up at Kiri and then noticed Bakugou has stopped walking as well, turning to scowl at the two of you. He then stepped towards you, hand shoved into his pocket as he glared down at you. "Didn't I tell you you'd find out when we get there? You're testin' my fuckin' patience." He leaned forward slightly, tucking a finger under your chin to lift it, forcing your eyes to meet. "'less ya wanna get your surprise right here where anyone and everyone can see. It'll turn out worse than our lil' train fun."

Whatever he was insinuating made you shudder, eyes nearly bulging out of your skull while your thighs unconsciously rubbed together. Bakugou caught sight of your movements, smirking as he released your chin, realizing that his words had struck all the right nerves.

Why were you following him so blindly?

Why were you feeling excited about what was coming next?

...

It was silent in the building, obviously no one was permitted yet the three of you were still able to easily enter, making your way into a classroom that was being remodeled for future courses. The boys were quick to drop their things.

"So, where were ya for the last three days, princess?"

Bakugou's voice caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up, watching as he sat down at one of the desks, crossing one leg over the other, crossing his arms over his chest in weight of your answer. You looked towards Kiri, almost begging him to answer on your behalf, but Kiri was far too busy checking out of the super techy desk, fiddling with buttons and what not.

Gulping, you stared at the floor, avoiding the blond's gaze, but he wasn't letting you shy away. "Eh? What was that? Come a lil' closer and tell me."

The demanding tone made your feet move purely out of instinct as you shuffled towards him, fake angel wings flapping with your hurried movements. Once you were within reach, you were tugged down onto his lap, earning a yelp from you as you were forced to sit in his lap, facing him as he gripped onto your hips, your hands moving to press against his chest to keep yourself balanced.

"... I had some work to catch up..."

You whispered in a shy, mousey tone, looking down at his chin instead of his eyes. Since you weren't looking at his face directly, the inquisitive look on his face was missed.

"Oh yeah? Welp, you've got some shit to catch up on with your two favorite people."

He grinned, suddenly lifting and dropping his legs, causing your body to bounce involuntarily. You grabbed at the front of his shirt, finally looking at his face as he continued to grin deviously at you, the horns atop his head seeming to blend perfectly with his personality.

Ringed fingers moved to your thighs, slipping under your skirt to fiddle with your panties, pulling at the stretchy material as if he were messing with a fidget toy. "Y'know, 'cause of you missin' all those days, shitty hair's been havin' to take your place. Ya should been thankin' him."

You glanced in Kiri's direction, confused by what Bakugou meant, that was until you noticed the burly man had a slight limp in his walk. Putting two and two together had your face burning up, gaze snapping back to Bakugou's face. You had your suspicions about the two of them, many people on campus did, but now you had confirmation. You were unsure of how to feel about it, causing you to nibble on your lip while fidgeting with the bottom of your top.

Snap.

You nearly jumped into the air when the front of your panties snapped, the impact on your mound was light but got your attention, just as he wanted.

"Take 'em off. Won't need 'em."

Just like all the other times leading to this moment, you obeyed, already embarassingly wet from the confession you'd heard just a few seconds prior.

You stand up and begin to tug down your panties while Bakugou stood up, "Shitty hair. Gimme your jacket."

Kiri followed his comrade's commands and took his varsity jacket off, tossing it in Bakugou's direction, which he easily caught, dropping it onto the floor in front of him.

Looking down at the jacket and then at Bakugou, you raised an eyebrow, holding your panties in one hand, which the blond reached forward and grabbed from you, tucking them into his back pocket.

"On your knees, princess."

You look up at him, blindly following his words as you got on your knees, using Kiri's jacket to cushion your knees from the tiled floor. As soon as you're in front of him, he undoes his pants, tugging them down and revealing a pair of umber boxers.

He looks down at you afterwards rather expectedly, figuring you'd get the memo, which you did.

Shakily, you reached up, carefully tucking your fingers under the band of his boxers and slowly start to tug them down his thick thighs, revealing a fat, veiny shaft that you'd had inside of you just a few days prior.

He feels warm in your hand, though only half-hard, the stocky girth fitting near perfect into your hand.

"What are you? Stupid? Spit on it."

You pouted at the insult, furrowing your brows before muttering some not so nice words under your breath.

"Aye? Hell'd you just say? Say it louder. I dare you."

"I said, you're lucky I'm even holding your sorry excuse of a dick, let alone about to put my mo—"

Your dirty mouth is soon filled with cock, though it tastes like nothing, you're forced to take the entirety of it in your mouth, a hand pressed onto the back of your head to hold it in place.

You can't breathe.

It's too much.

You whimper against the flesh in your mouth, quickly slapping at Bakugou's lap, trying to tap out, gagging as the mushroom tip hits the back of your unprepared throat.

He holds you there for a few seconds longer until your eyes water before he lets you up, watching as you yank yourself away from him and have a coughing fit, lightly beating on your chest.

"I try to be nice, but you keep pushin' my fuckin' buttons, princess."

The venom he says the pet name has you even more docile than ever, slowly ceasing your coughing fit as you look up at him through blurred vision. He stares back down at you, gripping his cock and stroking it as if he's disappointed in you.

"Bakubro... be careful with her. Don't break her before the fun even begins."

"Shut your fuckin' mouth before I shut it for ya, Kirishima."

The taller of the two throws his hands up in defense, taking a few steps back at the man's threat, Bakugou's gaze then shifts back to you, hand still stroking at his shaft.

"You gonna be good f'me or what?"

A few quiet sniffles later, you slowly nod your head and he releases himself, watching as you replace his hand with your own. You get to work, using your slobber as lube, jerking him off at a slow pace, sucking on the part that you're able to fit in your mouth.

As you're sucking him off like a good little whore, he beckons Kiri over with a wordless motion of his finger, and before you know it— Bakugou pulls Kiri down by the front of his shirt and kisses him with enough passion and intent that it has you clenching around nothing. Whilst your mouth and hand are busy, your eyes are focusing on the picture in front of you— Kiri is nearly leaned over to reach Bakugou's height, mouth being dominanted by the blond while he lets out a few wanton grunts. The dick in your mouth and hand seems to throb, a few of his own pleasured noises slipping as they continue to suck face.

The kiss is so intimate and mesmerizing that you almost feel left out, mouth still working on its own as you watch them. Suddenly, a surge of determination is blinding your previous irritation, the want to be included only amplifying your whorish behavior.

Hollowing your cheeks, you start to suck as much of Bakugou's cock as you possibly can, harsh slurping noises being loud enough that it would surely echo throughout the empty building.

This earns a breathy moan from the blond at your actions, consequently making him suck a little harder onto Kiri's tongue, a glorious harmony of grunts and sucking putting Bethoven to shame.

Your actions soon bear fruit as Bakugou soon nears his release, signaled by him pulling away from Kiri's lips and groaning, resting a hand on top of your head as he lets you go on.

"Fuck... close. Ei— get ready."

His words confuse you but you have no time to ponder, Bakugou nearly hunches over you as he cums, a hefty load unleashing into your mouth as you stop sucking, dropping your hand and letting him empty himself with ease.

When he's finished, he lets you go, releasing your head as he motions for Kiri to move.

You're a bit dazed, cum still in your mouth, but you're soon answered when Kiri's got you in his hold, and like deja vu his hand is on your jaw, but this time he isn't squeezing.

He guides your face to his and grins.

"You gonna share with me, pebble?"

He answers for you, smashing his lips against yours, prying your mouth open with an eager tongue.

Never in a million years did you ever consider the possibility of swapping Bakugou's cum in a kiss with Kirishima... Was it bad that you kinda liked it?

You allowed him to steal some of the cum from your mouth, reaching up to tangle your fingers up into his hair while your spectator watches, slowly pumping his cock and riding out his high.

Letting the redhead take majority of the cum from your mouth, you find yourself drooling as he pulls away, smirking at your fucked out face, delirious and panting. Kiri pats your head while licking the spit and cum off his lips, "Good girl.~ You did well. You've earned a reward. Don'tcha think so, Kat'?"

The blond groans in response, already tucking himself back into his pants, taking a step aside. Yet again, you're confused, but then Kiri stands up, offering you a hand, which you carefully take, letting him stand you back up on your feet.

"Sit on the desk for me, mamas. Wanna see that pretty pussy o' yours. Bet it's soaked by now." He instructs, looking behind you, almost like he was trying to catch a glimpse of you.

Suddenly bubbling with anticipation, you do just as what's asked of you, planting your bare ass on the cold desk, already feeling goosebumps on your skin. And just as he's predicted, you're soaked, nearly making a puddle on the desk beneath you.

"Tch. You got off on just a lil' dick suckin'? Ya really are a whore."

Shutting your legs in defiance, frowning at Bakugou's words, Kiri clicks his tongue. "Bro. Be nice. She's been good for us. Don't listen to him, pebble. Lemme see that pretty girl, I know she's missed me." He urges, tapping your knees.

You slowly open your legs, looking at Kiri, secretly wanting more praise.

He whistles in approval, grabbing up a chair to take a seat in it as if he's about to be fully engrossed in a lecture on the secrets of the universe. Bakugou soon joins him, pulling up a chair as well, and suddenly your shy, ready to close your legs back up again but are blocked by the head suddenly between your legs, red hair being the only thing in your sights.

A rough lick right up your slit had your eyes fluttering, body shuttering as you grabbed at the man's hair. He starts off gentle, giving you a pleasure you'd never felt before in your life, his fat tongue fondling your folds and lapping at your clit. But then he begins to devour you, covering the entirety of your cunt with his open mouth, rapidly lapping up your slit, your clitoris being lashed at as an afterthought. Kiri has you trembling and crying out, back arching off of the desk, the monitor on it seeming to spasm just as much as your thighs were.

This time it's Bakugou's turn to watch, silently enjoying the frontrow seat to the show. Kiri only seems to get more ravenous with you, hooking his arms under your knees and putting your legs over his shoulders.

A few orgasms later and someone's feeling left out.

"Aye. Quit hoggin', damn brute."

Unhooking your legs from his shoulders, Kiri pulls away, his mouth and the area around his mouth wet with your juices as he glares at his partner in crime. "No one's hoggin' anything. Be fuckin' forreal."

Bakugou scoffs at Kiri, attempting to shove his partner aside, which does nothing to move the mountain of a man.

The two of them then stare at each other as you lay sprawled out on your back, not even paying attention to the piss off that was going on between your legs.

That was until you felt a hand on each of your inner thighs, and then the feeling of stretching, your legs being spread to the point of a near split. You gasp in surprise, mystified by the sight in front of you before you're tossing your head back, breath hitching as you're overtaken by— not one, but /two/ hungry tongues, the sound of the metal chair legs clanking together being the last thing on your mind.

Your bullies are seemingly pushing each other like puppies to a food bowl, trying to get a taste of you. It's an absolute mess (almost as messy as your sloppy cunt) as they childishly wrestle with another, using your cunny as their prize. It felt like their tongues were everywhere thrashing muscle flicking at your sensitive bits with desperate and lustful purpose. Not only are they making out with your pussy, they're making out with each other yet again, your mound being caught in the crossfire of a passionate competition. Their tongues are opposing forces and your poor cunt is the battlefield, your sanity is just an innocent bystander.

With their joined forces, another orgasm is forced from you.

And then another.

And then another...

When did you start crying again?

What kind of new form of bullying was this?

"Too much... Too much, please...! Break!"

You push at the two heads between your legs, trying to scoot backwards on the desk, wanting to escape their battle, but you're trapped by their hands, both of them have a grip on you that's keeping you in place.

Kiri is the one to answer, finally pulling away a little, panting and huffing hot air on your skin. "Just a couple more for us, pebble. Can't get enough of ya." He then dives back in, making you let out a strangled moan, becoming weaker and weaker with each lick. It's taking everything in you not to scream to the heavens or dig smileys into their scalps.

By the time they've had their fill, leaning away from you and letting go of your legs, they're wiping their faces with the back of their hands and discussing lunch plans.

"Hm. Kinda want a salad."

"You? A salad? Something gotten into ya, hair for brains?"

"Pffft. What? I can't have some leafy greens every once in a while?"

"Not like you. You're basically a carnivore."

As they converse, Kiri picks up his jacket from the door and swings it around to get the dust off before sliding it back on. Bakugou is grabbing up your backpack and his own, rolling his eyes as the conversation continues, which seems more like bickering.

You lay on the desk, dazed, staring at the ceiling as your chest rises and falls, heaving breath serving as background noise. The two of them are still talking but also seem to be waiting for you, and it takes you some time to find your strength again, carefully lifting yourself up to sit, eyeing the two who'd turned you into this mess in the first place.

Eventually, you slid off the desk on wobbly legs, gripping the desk for support.

Finally noticing that you were ready to get going, Bakugou grunted.

"Get up, no one's carrying you around. Hurry it up, princess. Shitty hair's gonna eat us both if he doesn't eat somethin' else soon."

"Can I have my panties back...?"

"Hm... Let me think about it.... No."

[pervysenpaix]

The best shit in the internet. I swear to god.

[chaiiskindagross]

train ride home part two. part one.

bullies! kiribaku x fem! afab! reader

warnings: bullying, fem reader, afab reader, reader's got a coochie, cunt/cunny/pussy is used, pet names used are pretty, princess, pebble, mlm, kiribaku is heavy, baku is mean and rough, kiri is patronizing and passive, cum swapping through oral, oral (m! & f! receiving), kissing, kiribaku kiss, dubcon if ya squint, nonspecific body type or skin color

notes: happy halloween, a second part to the nastiness I posted last year was requested and I finally got around to writin' somethin'... it's gross so be warned.

YET again, you were avoiding the duo, not wanting to face them after the incident on the train. As soon as you got home, you took a shameful shower, rinsing the sweat and cum from your body. If you truly hadn't liked what they'd done to you, surely you'd be crying or feeling more upset, but instead, you were wondering when was the next time they'd jump your bones.

For the next three days, you stayed home, not ready to face the two who had your feelings in a twist. But alas, you couldn't stay feigning sick forever, your classes and professors forcing you to get back on campus. You could only stay away for so long without some actual excuse onto why you couldn't attend classes, you were paying for these classes after all.

Today was Halloween, a fun holiday for dressing up, getting candy, and maybe even getting drunk if you were of age. You'd went for something basic but still on theme with festivity— angel wings and a fake halo, as well as a white sweater and matching white pleated skirt. An angel. Simple, easy, and effective. You hurriedly walked through the campus, eager to get to the safety of your very first class, which you thankfully didn't have with your bullies. The same couldn't be said about your second period, unfortunately.

If that wasn't bad enough, it seemed like your class that usually drug on for way too long, seemed to fly by and fast you, bringing on an urgent sense of doom. And by the time you were being dismissed by your professor, you almost seemed to be suffering from whiplash, brows bunched as you looked around to see people packed up and leaving. Glancing down at your own laptop, notebook, and pen, you slowly packed up as well and stood. Once you stood up, you couldn't ignore the slight buckle of your knees as you squeezed one of the straps on your bag, debating on whether or not you wanted to speed walk to your next class using the quickest route or did you want to duck and around and go the back way.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a need for either.

The impending doom was immediate when you stepped out of the classroom, greeted by a wide chest adorned in a red t-shirt and black, white, and gold varsity jacket. Slowly, you looked up, meeting the gaze of Kirishima, instantly bringing on a wave of anxiety, or perhaps it was excitement...

There was fake blood on his face and 'knife' through his head headband, looking as though he'd been impaled by a machete through the brain.

"Hey angel, where ya been the last couple days? I missed ya."

Out of habit, you looked from his face and then to the area around him, looking for his partner. He caught onto your confused expression, grinning from ear to ear as he answered your unasked question. "Bakubro got caught up with Mr. Aizawa. Don't worry about him, he'll come around later. 's just you and I right now. Ya look cute." He stepped back afterwards and let you take a shakey step forward, only to have him throw one of his beefy arms around your shoulders. Taking the lead, he began to walk, moving slow enough that you wouldn't be dragged along. "Never answered my question. Didja come down with the flu or somethin' after gettin' home?"

"... no. I just had some work to catch up on."

You surprised yourself by not stuttering, but your voice was still low, sounding almost shy as you focused on the ground, inadvertently trusting the big red lug to guide you in the right direction.

"Oh yeah? Cause if I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were avoidin' us— avoidin' me again. But that can't be right, can it, pretty?"

Something about his question held a threatening tone despite being said in an 'innocent' tone. You had to stop yourself from shuddering at his words, only being able to shake your head slowly, not wanting to face the redhead's wrath again. That seemed to please him, his hand squeezing your shoulder in an affirmative way.

"Good girl."

...

The angel and murdered jock, what a combination. The two of you look cute almost, walking so close together, side by side. Kiri's arm has moved from your shoulders down to wrap around your waist, big hand resting on your hip as he guides you along almost as if he thought you'd wander off without him. Your silent as you walk alongside him and he's greeting everyone who looks his way, flashing that big, deadly, friendly smile. Eventually, he leads you to the class you have with the two of them and Kiri released you, allowing you to walk quickly on your own to your usual seat in the middle row, he's obviously hot on your tail as he plops down in one of the seats beside you, an empty one on your other side.

The professor for this course has yet to show up, giving students ample time to lollygag and chat, which he does, but people come up to talk to him, offering him compliments on his costume, which he dishes back with a grin. As he's talking, his hand has slipped into your lap and holds onto your thigh, grounding you in your seat as you begin to unpack the things you need for the class, chewing nervously on your lip. You drown out the conversation happening beside you and try not focus on the hand that nearly dwarfs your thigh, deciding to focus solely on what's in front of you.

About five minutes pass before another familiar face walks into the classroom, causing your shoulders to sag when carmine eyes meet yours.

He's dressed like the devil.

Or more than likely— Mina slapped a headband with horns on his head to make him more 'festive.'

How fitting.

The blond silently stalks his way towards you and Kiri, you three have a seating arrangement of sorts that no one outside of yourself ever seems to question. He slips behind Kiri, huffing when his friend greets him and finds his place in the seat on your other side, sitting and silently taking out his own things. Despite being a troublemaker, he was eerily diligent, the smartest in your class.

And as soon as the professor walked into the classroom, Bakugou snapped his teeth and silently glared at Kiri, who seemed to smile bashfully as he quieted down, turning his gaze forward, taking just a moment to remove his hand from your thigh to take out his own things— a notebook and pen.

Kiri would more than likely do more doodling than note-taking, but he often remembered the important things. Most times he didn't seem to be paying attention, but it was actually the opposite, having grown from his High School self, he learned to be much more attentive to his surroundings in case of eminent danger.

When classes began, you were thankful that neither of the men you were sitting between were paying close attention to you, even if Kiri's eyes seemed to wander from boredom every couple of minutes. If there was one thing you could thankful for, it was that Bakugou was very serious about being the best— especially in class, and with that happening, he kept himself and Kiri in check... The same couldn't be said when classes ended, however.

"Pack it up you two. We've got somewhere to go." You were informed, causing you to look puzzled as Bakugou packed away his things after speaking, Kiri was diligently doing the same, a slight smirk on his face.

"Where are we going?" You asked, though you were hurriedly packing up your things in an absent-minded yet obedient manner.

Swinging his backpack onto his shoulder, Bakugou held one of the straps and stared blankly at you whilst replying, "You'll see."

The three of you, ultimately left the classroom and were on your way— once again, Kiri had his arm wrapped back around your waist while the two of you trailed behind Bakugou who seemed to be on a mission. As you walked, still being held captive by the redhead beside you, you glanced around, hoping to catch someone's eye, but the area you were walking to was in the direction of a building currently under renovation. It didn't take long for you to piece the clues together, causing you to halt your steps, forcing Kiri to stop in his tracks as well.

"What's wrong, pretty? Scared?"

"Tell me where we're going." You boldly stated, glaring up at Kiri and then noticed Bakugou has stopped walking as well, turning to scowl at the two of you. He then stepped towards you, hand shoved into his pocket as he glared down at you. "Didn't I tell you you'd find out when we get there? You're testin' my fuckin' patience." He leaned forward slightly, tucking a finger under your chin to lift it, forcing your eyes to meet. "'less ya wanna get your surprise right here where anyone and everyone can see. It'll turn out worse than our lil' train fun."

Whatever he was insinuating made you shudder, eyes nearly bulging out of your skull while your thighs unconsciously rubbed together. Bakugou caught sight of your movements, smirking as he released your chin, realizing that his words had struck all the right nerves.

Why were you following him so blindly?

Why were you feeling excited about what was coming next?

...

It was silent in the building, obviously no one was permitted yet the three of you were still able to easily enter, making your way into a classroom that was being remodeled for future courses. The boys were quick to drop their things.

"So, where were ya for the last three days, princess?"

Bakugou's voice caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up, watching as he sat down at one of the desks, crossing one leg over the other, crossing his arms over his chest in weight of your answer. You looked towards Kiri, almost begging him to answer on your behalf, but Kiri was far too busy checking out of the super techy desk, fiddling with buttons and what not.

Gulping, you stared at the floor, avoiding the blond's gaze, but he wasn't letting you shy away. "Eh? What was that? Come a lil' closer and tell me."

The demanding tone made your feet move purely out of instinct as you shuffled towards him, fake angel wings flapping with your hurried movements. Once you were within reach, you were tugged down onto his lap, earning a yelp from you as you were forced to sit in his lap, facing him as he gripped onto your hips, your hands moving to press against his chest to keep yourself balanced.

"... I had some work to catch up..."

You whispered in a shy, mousey tone, looking down at his chin instead of his eyes. Since you weren't looking at his face directly, the inquisitive look on his face was missed.

"Oh yeah? Welp, you've got some shit to catch up on with your two favorite people."

He grinned, suddenly lifting and dropping his legs, causing your body to bounce involuntarily. You grabbed at the front of his shirt, finally looking at his face as he continued to grin deviously at you, the horns atop his head seeming to blend perfectly with his personality.

Ringed fingers moved to your thighs, slipping under your skirt to fiddle with your panties, pulling at the stretchy material as if he were messing with a fidget toy. "Y'know, 'cause of you missin' all those days, shitty hair's been havin' to take your place. Ya should been thankin' him."

You glanced in Kiri's direction, confused by what Bakugou meant, that was until you noticed the burly man had a slight limp in his walk. Putting two and two together had your face burning up, gaze snapping back to Bakugou's face. You had your suspicions about the two of them, many people on campus did, but now you had confirmation. You were unsure of how to feel about it, causing you to nibble on your lip while fidgeting with the bottom of your top.

Snap.

You nearly jumped into the air when the front of your panties snapped, the impact on your mound was light but got your attention, just as he wanted.

"Take 'em off. Won't need 'em."

Just like all the other times leading to this moment, you obeyed, already embarassingly wet from the confession you'd heard just a few seconds prior.

You stand up and begin to tug down your panties while Bakugou stood up, "Shitty hair. Gimme your jacket."

Kiri followed his comrade's commands and took his varsity jacket off, tossing it in Bakugou's direction, which he easily caught, dropping it onto the floor in front of him.

Looking down at the jacket and then at Bakugou, you raised an eyebrow, holding your panties in one hand, which the blond reached forward and grabbed from you, tucking them into his back pocket.

"On your knees, princess."

You look up at him, blindly following his words as you got on your knees, using Kiri's jacket to cushion your knees from the tiled floor. As soon as you're in front of him, he undoes his pants, tugging them down and revealing a pair of umber boxers.

He looks down at you afterwards rather expectedly, figuring you'd get the memo, which you did.

Shakily, you reached up, carefully tucking your fingers under the band of his boxers and slowly start to tug them down his thick thighs, revealing a fat, veiny shaft that you'd had inside of you just a few days prior.

He feels warm in your hand, though only half-hard, the stocky girth fitting near perfect into your hand.

"What are you? Stupid? Spit on it."

You pouted at the insult, furrowing your brows before muttering some not so nice words under your breath.

"Aye? Hell'd you just say? Say it louder. I dare you."

"I said, you're lucky I'm even holding your sorry excuse of a dick, let alone about to put my mo—"

Your dirty mouth is soon filled with cock, though it tastes like nothing, you're forced to take the entirety of it in your mouth, a hand pressed onto the back of your head to hold it in place.

You can't breathe.

It's too much.

You whimper against the flesh in your mouth, quickly slapping at Bakugou's lap, trying to tap out, gagging as the mushroom tip hits the back of your unprepared throat.

He holds you there for a few seconds longer until your eyes water before he lets you up, watching as you yank yourself away from him and have a coughing fit, lightly beating on your chest.

"I try to be nice, but you keep pushin' my fuckin' buttons, princess."

The venom he says the pet name has you even more docile than ever, slowly ceasing your coughing fit as you look up at him through blurred vision. He stares back down at you, gripping his cock and stroking it as if he's disappointed in you.

"Bakubro... be careful with her. Don't break her before the fun even begins."

"Shut your fuckin' mouth before I shut it for ya, Kirishima."

The taller of the two throws his hands up in defense, taking a few steps back at the man's threat, Bakugou's gaze then shifts back to you, hand still stroking at his shaft.

"You gonna be good f'me or what?"

A few quiet sniffles later, you slowly nod your head and he releases himself, watching as you replace his hand with your own. You get to work, using your slobber as lube, jerking him off at a slow pace, sucking on the part that you're able to fit in your mouth.

As you're sucking him off like a good little whore, he beckons Kiri over with a wordless motion of his finger, and before you know it— Bakugou pulls Kiri down by the front of his shirt and kisses him with enough passion and intent that it has you clenching around nothing. Whilst your mouth and hand are busy, your eyes are focusing on the picture in front of you— Kiri is nearly leaned over to reach Bakugou's height, mouth being dominanted by the blond while he lets out a few wanton grunts. The dick in your mouth and hand seems to throb, a few of his own pleasured noises slipping as they continue to suck face.

The kiss is so intimate and mesmerizing that you almost feel left out, mouth still working on its own as you watch them. Suddenly, a surge of determination is blinding your previous irritation, the want to be included only amplifying your whorish behavior.

Hollowing your cheeks, you start to suck as much of Bakugou's cock as you possibly can, harsh slurping noises being loud enough that it would surely echo throughout the empty building.

This earns a breathy moan from the blond at your actions, consequently making him suck a little harder onto Kiri's tongue, a glorious harmony of grunts and sucking putting Bethoven to shame.

Your actions soon bear fruit as Bakugou soon nears his release, signaled by him pulling away from Kiri's lips and groaning, resting a hand on top of your head as he lets you go on.

"Fuck... close. Ei— get ready."

His words confuse you but you have no time to ponder, Bakugou nearly hunches over you as he cums, a hefty load unleashing into your mouth as you stop sucking, dropping your hand and letting him empty himself with ease.

When he's finished, he lets you go, releasing your head as he motions for Kiri to move.

You're a bit dazed, cum still in your mouth, but you're soon answered when Kiri's got you in his hold, and like deja vu his hand is on your jaw, but this time he isn't squeezing.

He guides your face to his and grins.

"You gonna share with me, pebble?"

He answers for you, smashing his lips against yours, prying your mouth open with an eager tongue.

Never in a million years did you ever consider the possibility of swapping Bakugou's cum in a kiss with Kirishima... Was it bad that you kinda liked it?

You allowed him to steal some of the cum from your mouth, reaching up to tangle your fingers up into his hair while your spectator watches, slowly pumping his cock and riding out his high.

Letting the redhead take majority of the cum from your mouth, you find yourself drooling as he pulls away, smirking at your fucked out face, delirious and panting. Kiri pats your head while licking the spit and cum off his lips, "Good girl.~ You did well. You've earned a reward. Don'tcha think so, Kat'?"

The blond groans in response, already tucking himself back into his pants, taking a step aside. Yet again, you're confused, but then Kiri stands up, offering you a hand, which you carefully take, letting him stand you back up on your feet.

"Sit on the desk for me, mamas. Wanna see that pretty pussy o' yours. Bet it's soaked by now." He instructs, looking behind you, almost like he was trying to catch a glimpse of you.

Suddenly bubbling with anticipation, you do just as what's asked of you, planting your bare ass on the cold desk, already feeling goosebumps on your skin. And just as he's predicted, you're soaked, nearly making a puddle on the desk beneath you.

"Tch. You got off on just a lil' dick suckin'? Ya really are a whore."

Shutting your legs in defiance, frowning at Bakugou's words, Kiri clicks his tongue. "Bro. Be nice. She's been good for us. Don't listen to him, pebble. Lemme see that pretty girl, I know she's missed me." He urges, tapping your knees.

You slowly open your legs, looking at Kiri, secretly wanting more praise.

He whistles in approval, grabbing up a chair to take a seat in it as if he's about to be fully engrossed in a lecture on the secrets of the universe. Bakugou soon joins him, pulling up a chair as well, and suddenly your shy, ready to close your legs back up again but are blocked by the head suddenly between your legs, red hair being the only thing in your sights.

A rough lick right up your slit had your eyes fluttering, body shuttering as you grabbed at the man's hair. He starts off gentle, giving you a pleasure you'd never felt before in your life, his fat tongue fondling your folds and lapping at your clit. But then he begins to devour you, covering the entirety of your cunt with his open mouth, rapidly lapping up your slit, your clitoris being lashed at as an afterthought. Kiri has you trembling and crying out, back arching off of the desk, the monitor on it seeming to spasm just as much as your thighs were.

This time it's Bakugou's turn to watch, silently enjoying the frontrow seat to the show. Kiri only seems to get more ravenous with you, hooking his arms under your knees and putting your legs over his shoulders.

A few orgasms later and someone's feeling left out.

"Aye. Quit hoggin', damn brute."

Unhooking your legs from his shoulders, Kiri pulls away, his mouth and the area around his mouth wet with your juices as he glares at his partner in crime. "No one's hoggin' anything. Be fuckin' forreal."

Bakugou scoffs at Kiri, attempting to shove his partner aside, which does nothing to move the mountain of a man.

The two of them then stare at each other as you lay sprawled out on your back, not even paying attention to the piss off that was going on between your legs.

That was until you felt a hand on each of your inner thighs, and then the feeling of stretching, your legs being spread to the point of a near split. You gasp in surprise, mystified by the sight in front of you before you're tossing your head back, breath hitching as you're overtaken by— not one, but /two/ hungry tongues, the sound of the metal chair legs clanking together being the last thing on your mind.

Your bullies are seemingly pushing each other like puppies to a food bowl, trying to get a taste of you. It's an absolute mess (almost as messy as your sloppy cunt) as they childishly wrestle with another, using your cunny as their prize. It felt like their tongues were everywhere thrashing muscle flicking at your sensitive bits with desperate and lustful purpose. Not only are they making out with your pussy, they're making out with each other yet again, your mound being caught in the crossfire of a passionate competition. Their tongues are opposing forces and your poor cunt is the battlefield, your sanity is just an innocent bystander.

With their joined forces, another orgasm is forced from you.

And then another.

And then another...

When did you start crying again?

What kind of new form of bullying was this?

"Too much... Too much, please...! Break!"

You push at the two heads between your legs, trying to scoot backwards on the desk, wanting to escape their battle, but you're trapped by their hands, both of them have a grip on you that's keeping you in place.

Kiri is the one to answer, finally pulling away a little, panting and huffing hot air on your skin. "Just a couple more for us, pebble. Can't get enough of ya." He then dives back in, making you let out a strangled moan, becoming weaker and weaker with each lick. It's taking everything in you not to scream to the heavens or dig smileys into their scalps.

By the time they've had their fill, leaning away from you and letting go of your legs, they're wiping their faces with the back of their hands and discussing lunch plans.

"Hm. Kinda want a salad."

"You? A salad? Something gotten into ya, hair for brains?"

"Pffft. What? I can't have some leafy greens every once in a while?"

"Not like you. You're basically a carnivore."

As they converse, Kiri picks up his jacket from the door and swings it around to get the dust off before sliding it back on. Bakugou is grabbing up your backpack and his own, rolling his eyes as the conversation continues, which seems more like bickering.

You lay on the desk, dazed, staring at the ceiling as your chest rises and falls, heaving breath serving as background noise. The two of them are still talking but also seem to be waiting for you, and it takes you some time to find your strength again, carefully lifting yourself up to sit, eyeing the two who'd turned you into this mess in the first place.

Eventually, you slid off the desk on wobbly legs, gripping the desk for support.

Finally noticing that you were ready to get going, Bakugou grunted.

"Get up, no one's carrying you around. Hurry it up, princess. Shitty hair's gonna eat us both if he doesn't eat somethin' else soon."

"Can I have my panties back...?"

"Hm... Let me think about it.... No."