getou who edges you until you're begging for it and then overstimulates you until you're shoving at him because isn't this what you asked for, darling?
A/N: For the ever-delightful Lili (@touyaspeach), thank you so much for coming into my life and bringing so much beauty and joy. Have the happiest of birthdays, you deserve it so much!!! 💞 Thank you to @katonshoko for Betaing and the Bubble Pop! Server for listening to me rant about this and pitching oh so many things to include.
Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x F! Reader; Denki Kaminari x F! Reader; Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader; Kirishima Eijirou x F! Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: When you invite your voyeurs to join your little misadventure, plenty of fun ensues
Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari sat there with their mouths open. Were they going to join? Did you mean that?
You stood there in front of the mirror, your posture relaxed, your arms crossed, your hip cocked.
Tamaki stood up, coming to stand beside you.
“It’s time to come out,” he said, and they stood up, opening the door to the integration room, walking out with their dicks still out, Kirishima had ditched his shirt somewhere along the way, his cum sticky on his chest, slowly crawling its way down.
“Ditch the clothes boys,” you ordered. Your eyes traced the planes of their abs and toned legs as they stripped before you. Even though it had been mere minutes since they came, each of their dicks were already starting to rise again.
You walked over to Kiri, taking your hand to trace his abs, gathering his cum on your fingers. You lifted your hand, cleaning off your fingers with your mouth. Kiri choked. You moved on, standing in front of Bakugou before dropping down. Cleaning off his chest with your tongue, lapping the soft skin of his stomach. Bakugou whimpered, slapping a hand over his mouth after the sound slipped out. You stood up moving then to Denki, you placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to his knees, his eyes watching your face the whole time. Amajiki came up behind you, his arms encircling your waist, squeezing, before lifting your leg, placing it over Kaminari’s shoulder, bringing your cunt right in front of his face, his breath hot on your slit.
“Use your tongue on her,” Tamaki said. Denki’s eyes widened, moving immediately to lap at your slit, moaning as he tasted you. You leaned back into Amajiki, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. His tongue swirled around your clit sucking it into his mouth, the ball of his piercing stimulating your clit. He looked up at you as he continued suckling on you, taking note of your every reaction and driving you insane.
Tamaki turned to the other two men, watching as they stroked themselves slowly to the sight before speaking.
“Who said you could do that,” Your eyes opened, turning to Kiri and Bakugou. Watching as they let go, their hands falling to their sides. Their cocks now fully hard,
“Eijirou,” Tamaki waved a hand for him to come forward, Kirishima obeyed, walking towards the three of you.
Grabbing your hand Tamaki wrapped it around Eijirou’s cock, the two of you jerking him off together, till you got the hang of it. Tamaki guided Eijirou’s head down to your breast. Kiri immediately lavished it with attention. His tongue circled your bud as Tamaki pinched the other with his hand.
“Katsuki, come here and suck on her tits," he instructed, Bakugou hesitated at first before coming around the other side, your other hand coming up to jerk him off. His hips bucked into your grasp as soon as your fingers curled around him, eagerly thrusting into your fist as he moaned. His lips descended on your other breast. The difference between the three men was driving you crazy. The eager strokes of Denki’s tongue on your clit. Kiri moves slowly and deliberately, lavishing his tongue around you, removing his mouth every few seconds to tweak your nip. Katsuki attacked your breast using his hand to grope at his as he guided your nipple back into his mouth sucking the tip. His teeth scraped against your bud before sloppily kissing it over and over. You arched into Tamaki, his arms around your waist, his hands moving to grip onto your hips, bracing you against the man between your legs.
Denki whined below you, trying to get your attention as he nipped at you lightly with his teeth, you hissed at the pain looking down at him. He smirked at you, your juices shining on his chin, he rubbed his lips together, his tongue popping out, a spark of electricity curling around it. He lapped at your clit, shocking you, prematurely sending you into your orgasm. You cried out, gushing around his tongue, clear liquid dripping down to his shoulders as he continued his ministrations. Working you through it as you slowly descended.
“Shit, Dunce Head did you make her squirt?” Bakugou looked up when your hand stilled around him. Tamaki and Kirishima looked up as well to watch the way your slick drenched him. Kiri guiding your leg off Denki, he and Bakugou lifting you and setting you on the table.
“So how are we gonna go about this?” Kiri asked, looking around at everyone.
“I want her pussy,” Bakugou said, moving towards you, Tamaki just sighed, his arm shooting out, his fingers turning to tentacles as he wrapped around Bakugou pulling him back, setting him down on one of the chairs in the corner.
“Oi! What the fuck?” he said.
“For that, you're gonna sit and watch for now,” Tamaki said.
“Hey, that's not fair!”
Tamaki turned to level him a look, his eyes intense and full of command.
“You’re gonna wait your turn, because you were brash, so sit there and watch.” Bakugou gulped. He’d never seen the shy hero like this. Tamaki guides the other two men towards you, all three coming around you, eyes glinting like predators.
Denki at your head looking at Tamaki before proceeding, once he nodded, he took his dick in hand tapping it on your lips as you opened up, letting your tongue slip out, licking up the length of it before swirling around the tip, tasting the precum dribbling out. You took his tip into your mouth, angling your head back to take him deeper down your throat.
“F-fuck,” he exclaimed, stuttering as you swallowed around him, bringing a hand up to guide his thrusts into you. He quickly got the idea, slowly thrusting in and out of your awaiting mouth.
“Eiji,” Tamaki started, grabbing onto the larger man’s shoulder, guiding him down till his mouth was in front of your oversensitive clit. “Can you be gentle?” Tamaki asked, Kiri nodding vigorously, his eyes raptly paying attention as he looked between Tamaki and your glistening pussy. Tamaki removed his hand, “Go ahead.” Kiri approached you slowly, his hot breath tickling you, making you squirm away but Tamaki was already ahead of you, a stern hand right on your belly. Your movements stalled, Kiri let out a tentative tongue, licking a long stripe up you. He moaned as he retracted his tongue.
“God, she tastes so good,” he groaned, his eyes coming closed as he took a moment to savor the taste.
“Oi hurry it up shitty hair! I wanna see her cum,” Bakugou grouched, his hand already languidly stroking his cock as he watched the sight before him.
“Patience, she’ll cum plenty,” Tamaki said. His free hand stroked up your body, squeezing your breast. Lost in the sight of you taking Denki so well, all the while telltale shakes from Kiri’s ministrations racked through your body. Tamaki’s hand came down to his cock, unable to resist jerking his cock to the image in front of him.
You kept jerking Kiri’s tongue all to light on your cunt, the light strokes, teasing you over and over. You wrapped your hands in his hair, bucking your hips into his mouth as he continued his assault spurring him to take harsher strokes with his tongue, flattening it into a point and fucking you with it. Whining around Denki’s cock you ground your hips on his chin, coating his face in your juices as you grew closer.
You sucked harder, taking your other hand and reaching blindly for Denki, when his hand met yours, you guided him to your breast. Denki got to work, taking his other hand too and kneading your chest. Flicking his thumbs over your nipples, a small static charge forcing you to arch your back, taking him deeper into your throat. Your brain was beginning to feel fuzzy, the lack of oxygen and your head hanging off the table beginning to get to you as Denki and Kiri continued to stimulate you. Behind your eyelids you could feel your vision wavering, your head kept bobbing along to Denki’s thrusts, Kiri’s tongue never-ending you. The heat between your legs was approaching and fast. Your whole body was shaking as you curled your hands further into Kiri’s hair, your legs locking around his head as your squeezed, chasing your orgasm, as Denki sped up, abusing your throat as he approached his own, Kiri’s groaning into your core as you forced him closer, your voice hoarse from babbling around Denki’s cock. You were so close, Kiri pressed his tongue hard on your bud and you came violently, your hold body seizing up shaking, Denki pulled out rapidly stroking his cock to completion as he watched your body tremble from the force of your orgasm. When he finally came, he sprayed your chest, coating you with the sticky substance. He hunched over, a hand coming to brace himself on the table breathing hard before looking up.
You looked as well, Tamaki and Bakugou both looking half-crazed, Bakugou holding onto the base of his cock as he attempted to stave off his orgasm. Tamaki’s cock was practically purple with need as he continued his slow strokes, edging himself. His eyes refused to leave your face. When your breathing returned to normal, he moved to you, guiding you up till you were sitting on the table, his hands framing your face as he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue invading your mouth, sending your already fuzzy head to the heavens. His saliva intermixed with yours as he tasted you. Pulling back, he pressed his lips to your forehead breathing for a minute before looking you over, silently checking in.
“You’re doing so wonderful, my love,” he told you, his hands coming to stroke themselves up and down your arms.
“What do you want next?” he asked. You looked at him, a sheen of sweat on his brow.
“I wanna take care of you,” you said, your hand coming to wrap around his cock. You looked down, unable to meet his gaze for this next part. “And I want someone to help you prep my ass.”
“Oh baby, of course,” he said, guiding your face back to his, capturing your lips and wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands similarly wrapping around his neck as he picked you up. Guiding the two of you to the table, Tamaki laid down, setting you in his lap. He took his cock in hand, slapping it against your slit, you hissed your cunt clutching involuntarily in anticipation.
“Baby please,” you pouted, wiggling in his lap, closer to his length. Tamaki just laughed, looking up to the guys.
“Who here is going to prep her ass?”
Denki licked his lips, flicking the metal tongue piercing between his teeth, and then approached. He leaned forward, his hands spreading your cheeks but before he could do anything Tamaki stopped him.
“Wait, come here first.” Denki leaned out from behind you, Tamaki reached out, pressing a thumb to Denki’s mouth that quickly morphed into a tentacle, thickening in girth as it entered his mouth. Denki closed his lips around it, moaning as it tickled the back of his throat.
Tamaki removed his hand, took his tentacle thumb, and entered you. Stretching you out, the slippery appendage cools to your blazing inner walls and drenched in Denki’s spit sliding into you further with ease, you moan as he invades you, the ridged and smooth feeling of it hitting you in all the right places. Denki moved back behind you, his hands pressing you to lay against Tamaki’s chest, his hands spreading you out again, and his tongue glazing over your tight ring of muscle. Tracing the hole over and over. Tormenting you while Tamaki continued to fuck you on his tentacle.
“Tamaki please!” you cried out; your head, thrown back, their assault too much to handle. Tamaki withdrew his thumb, now back to normal. He gripped your thighs, lifting you much to Denki’s protests as he speared you on his cock, your cunt fluttering around him as his hot length filled you, finally giving you that satisfying full feeling. But that lasted only a moment. Tamaki was more than content to let you cockwarm him as Denki continued to eat you out.
You wiggled your hips, trying to get him to move. Feeling a spark behind you, you snapped your head behind you, Denki glaring at you as he flicked his tongue ring over your rim. You clenched at the sensation, but he had other plans, working his tongue into you fucking into your ass while Tamaki kept a bruising grip on your hips.
This was hell. You were so close again already, you tried to roll your hips, but Tamaki wouldn’t let you budge, forcing you to submit to Denki’s tongue. Your head fell against Tama’s shoulder, tears pricking in your eyes. You looked up to Kiri, pleading with him.
“Eiji please,” you begged. His face melted and he started to move towards you when Tamaki spoke.
“Eijirou, fill her mouth.” Eiji took a step back, his eyes going wide. You’re begging only grew louder as Denki kept up his movements, Tamaki bringing a finger to just tease your clit but still keeping you perfectly still.
“Eiji-” you said, tears falling in earnest. Tamaki growled and Eiji mouthed an apology to you, his hand squeezing your cheeks. Your mouth fell open, and he shoved his cock into your awaiting hole. You moaned around him, your eyes rolled back into your head, Eiji careful to bring a hand to the back of your head, guiding you slowly up and down his cock. Your throat convulsed as it tried to take him in, he was so much thicker than Denki had been, your mouth sore from stretching to fit just the head.
Behind you Denki finally removed his tongue, the tension in your body deflating, you happily hummed around Kiri, his cock still intimidating and the low thrum of your orgasm still humming, but the constant stimulation was over. Or at least till Denki pulled your cheeks apart again, spitting on you, and swirled his thumb around your hole. He pressed his saliva into you forcing you to inhale sharply, his thumb stretching you out so much.
“Shit, she’s clenching around me so much, do you have any lube?” Denki asked, working his thumb in and out of you slowly, continuing to spit on your hole.
“Bakugou!” Tamaki barked “There’s a bottle of lube in her purse, grab it.” Bakugou grumbled, grabbing the long-discarded purse rummaging through it till his hands closed around the small bottle. He walked back over handing the bottle roughly to Denki.
“What the fuck am I getting from this?” All three men turned to look at Bakugou till Denki broke the silence.
“Well, you could always fuck my ass?” he grinned and Bakugou stuttered, his face going red.
“I meant her!!” he managed to get out. Denki merely shrugged. returning to play with your ass.
You took pity on Katsuki, gesturing him to come closer. You pulled off Kiri, replacing your mouth with your hand, descending your lips down Bakugou’s cock. Wrapping them around the head as you took him into your mouth. Humming pleasantly as he stuttered in reaction to you. You pulled back, returning to Kiri and stroking Katsuki off, swapping back and forth between them.
Denki was now working with the lube. Coating his fingers and your hole with lube and zapping you slightly as he entered you, taking glee in watching you clench around nothing as he continued to pull out, shock you then enter again, his pattern becoming unpredictable, so you never expected the shock.
Under you, Tamaki was beginning to writhe, the sensations of your pussy throbbing and the feeling of Denki’s fingers shocking you, growing to be too much. He began moving your hips around, lifting them before slamming you back down, working you up and down his cock. Denki noticed the new movement, the way Tamaki groaned at each new shock, once grinned wickedly.
He removed his fingers from you for a moment, his tongue lapping at your hole before moving lower, stroking your puffy lips, then closer, targeting a particularly strong zap right as Tamaki entered you fully, rubbing his piercing up the length of his cock as Tamaki withdrew.
“F-f-fuck cumming,” Tamaki moaned out, the simulation too much and he slammed back into, you, painting your walls white as you gushed around him. Tamaki withdrew, Denki happily cleaning his cum from your cunt before moving back to your ass, finally fully stretched out for him to enjoy.
“Fuck I want to taste her,” Bakugou said, your mouth stilled on him, your hand dropping off of Kiri much to his protest. Tamaki cocked his head. Considering Bakugou.
“Well, you’ve been fairly good, other than some bitching. I supposed you could taste her…” Bakugou moved to you, but Tamaki tutted, stopping him.
“You can taste her off my cock,” Tamaki swung his legs off the table, standing up and moving to sit in one of the chairs. The whole time staring Katsuki dead in the eyes.
Bakugou’s pupils were blown, shaking slightly. He inhaled sharply, dropping to his knees, his hand wrapping around Tamaki’s cock and licking a stripe up the side.
“Fuck just like that,” Tamaki moaned. Kiri, Denki, and you stood there entranced for a moment. Bakugou’s movements were sloppy, but he was going at it with determination. His eyes watched Tamaki, noting each reaction, copying his movements that got particularly strong reactions. You scarcely noticed as Denki laid down beside you on the table, Kiri picking you up and setting you down on Denki’s lap facing up at Kiri.
“Hey,” Kiri said softly, drawing your attention back to him.
You snapped back to focus, looking at where you were, Denki’s cock bobbing in between your legs. Kiri, testing the table to see if it’d hold you all, giving up. Grabbing Denki by the ankles pulling you both to the edge of the table, slowly pushing you down till you were laying on Denki’s chest, swirling his cock up and down your slit, collecting your slick, and pushing in. Underneath you, Denki guided his own cock into your ass. You were so unbelievably full, even as slow as they were going, Kiri was just so big, and then even as prepped as you were, you could barely process anything but the burn as they continued to work themselves into you.
Next to Tamaki was just as much of a mess, his hand coming to his mouth trying to stifle his moans as Bakugou sucked him clean, every inch of him lavished in attention. He was determined. A glint in his eyes as he watched Tamaki come apart on his tongue. Bakugou backed off, a whine emanating above him as he removed his mouth from Tamaki’s cock. Replacing his hands with his fist, he slowly jerked Tamaki off, bringing his other hand to hold down his hips as Tamaki tried to buck up into him.
“Now about fucking yer girl…” he drawled, deliberately stilling his hand around the base of Tamaki’s cock, squeezing him.
“Fuck, fine, you can, just pleasemoveyourhand,” he rushed out, his orgasm already retreating. Bakugou merely smirked at him, his mouth closing around his cock once more. Drawing him into the warm wet hole and bobbing up and down on his length. Tamaki relaxed almost instantly, his hips snapping into Bakugou’s mouth as he approached his orgasm once more.
“M’close,” he warned, his hand threading into Bakugou’s hair, pushing and pulling his mouth onto his length. Bakugou pulled off, fisting Tamaki’s cock till spurts of cum, sprayed all over the violet man’s chest. Bakugou stood swiping two fingers through the mess and presented them to you. You opened your mouth, taking his fingers in and cleaning them off, swirling your tongue around the digits. Your eyes were on Bakugou the whole time.
“Now hurry the fuck up, it’s my turn,” Bakugou snapped. Kiri and Kaminari’s hips hastened as they fucked against each other through the thin layer between your two holes. Kirishima comes down to kiss your neck, Denki’s lips trailing your shoulders as the two ravage you. Kirishima moved again, his lips tracing your jaw then suddenly he captured your mouth, his teeth pulling on your lower lip. You leaned towards him, your hand coming to curl itself in his hair but below you, Denki had other ideas. Guiding you back down towards him, he began kissing your neck, sucking into the tender flesh, whining when you ignored his actions till you turned your head towards your hip. Your lips met his, his tongue already making its way into your mouth, tracing your teeth and dancing along with your tongue as he explored the cavern of your mouth.
The two of them took turns like that, turning you back and forth, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen, scarcely remembering whose lips were on yours, someone’s fingers made it between your legs, playing with the sensitive bud until you were seizing around both of them. Your legs shook as you came like a whimper, so close to overstimulation as they continued to move into you. Using you for their pleasure. Kiri’s thrusts were powerful, holding onto both your and Denki’s legs as he slammed into you moving the both of you in time with his thrusts. Denki behind you, a hand, playing with his balls, sending shocks up the length of his dick as he pounded up into you till he was spurting cum. Kiri continued to move, the whole table was shaking, and you were certain you weren’t going to be able to move tomorrow. The giant man curled over you, twitching and he held a bruising grip on your thigh, forcing you still as he emptied his load into you.
The three of you laid there, exhausted until Bakugou was pulling Kiri off of you.
“Hold on, she needs a minute,” Tamaki said. The three of you disentangled and Tamaki came up behind you, taking his thumb and wiping the tears that had formed under your eyes.
“Don’t you know anything?” Denki asked. Bakugou’s face began to flush, and you cocked your head. He was refusing to meet anyone’s eye.
“Know enough,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.
“Bakugou...?” You started; he still wouldn’t look at you. “Are you a virgin?” His face turned fire-engine red, and his eyes snapped up at you, fueled with rage.
“You don’t know shit,” he practically yelled.
“You are!!!” the other three boys around you exclaimed, the outburst all but confirming your suspicions.
“Shut up!” he roared, and you slid off the table, your hands coming to frame Bakugou’s face, guiding his gaze back to your own.
“Do you want us to change that for you?”
Bakugou looked at you for a moment, his eyes narrowed, till he finally nodded, just once, and looked away. You let your hands trail down his arm, taking his hand in your own and walking back towards the table, guiding him with you.
“Tamaki, wanna help?” you asked. Tamaki sat on the table, and you laid with your back against his chest, legs dangling off the table.
“Come here Bakugou,” Tamaki said. Waving him towards the two of you. Bakugou stood near the edge of the table, watching as Tamaki spread your legs. Your swollen clit was on display for ravenous eyes.
“This is her pussy, every one is different and responds to different things so you must listen to her reactions. Now watch,” Tamaki traced his middle finger up your slit and you let out a breathy sigh, your head falling back to lean against Tamaki’s shoulder. Tamaki rubbed up and down your slit, your eyes fluttering shut as he played with your cunt. His fingers circled your clit, taking it between his fingers and rolling it. Releasing and repeating the gesture. Bakugou watched with rapt attention, taking in every noise you made.
“Want more,” you whined, your hips chasing Tamaki’s fingers as he avoided the one spot you wanted him most.
“Now normally we’d finger her but she’s been stretched out plenty already so come here,” Bakugou scooted closer.
You knew he was so close to you, his cock thrumming in between your legs. Tamaki reached between the two of you, his hand wrapped around Bakugou’s cock, and swirled it in the slick collected between your legs. Coating his cock up and down, tracing your slit, guiding in just the tip, and backing out. Tormenting the both of you. The tension palatable in the way he gripped onto your thighs, your cunt clenching down around nothing.
“Tamaki please…” you begged, your hand gripping onto Tamaki’s arm, forcing him to still his torture.
He looked down at you, your brow shining with sweat, your pupils expanding wide with lust, your arms shaking with exhaustion, and he took pity on you. His eyes met Bakugou’s, and he released his cock, pulling his arm back to brace you.
“Put it in slowly,” he instructed. Bakugou let out a sigh, taking his cock in hand, he guided it towards the spot that had tormented him. He pushed in, and like heaven, your cunt enveloped him. The warm wet grip you had on him was addicting. Taking another breath, he forced himself to still for a minute, already so close to blowing his load and he was only half in.
“Shit, you’re so warm,” he said. You clamped down at his words, forcing a slew of curses out of the explosive man’s mouth. You couldn’t control your inner muscles, squeezing him over and over as he kept moving into you. The delicious feel of his length splitting you open. Your thighs shook, desperately trying to close, to provide you with relief but Tamaki held you still.
“Eijirou, Denki, hold her legs,” Tamaki ordered. The two men snapped into action, holding you still right as Bakugou hilted his length into you. Your thighs shook, desperate to lock around him, to do something, anything to end this slow torture. Bakugou waited, giving himself a moment to breathe. This was nothing like his fist, already so much tighter, and the way you warmed all of him, your gummy insides caressing every inch of his cock while you fluttered around him.
“Shit, you gotta stop squeezing,” Bakugou breathed out. His eyes had fallen shut, lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him.
“Please move, I need you to move,” you pleaded, still struggling against your restraints but the grip that the guys had on you was firm. Bakugou opened his eyes, seeing the way you were held hostage for him, forced to take anything he gave you.
“Fuck princess I want to,” he said looking up to Tamaki, waiting for his approval. A moment passed, tears starting to fall from your eyes. You needed some kind of stimulation, your clit begging to be touched. Tamaki finally nodded, his hand snaking down to play with your clit while Bakugou backed out, leaving just the tip in, and then moved in again, long and slow strokes that agonized you.
You tried begging, pleading eyes, you tried kicking your legs but nothing would get him to speed up, long deep strokes that drove you crazy, but you desired the friction you knew he could give you, the feel of his hips snapping into yours. And the slow circles Tamaki kept pressing into your clit were only working you up, the idle play slowly killing you.
Finally, you collapsed, tears sparkling in your eyes as you accepted your punishment, the strokes were still methodic, but ever so slightly shorter, Bakugou working the pace up. His stamina, now under control. Tamaki noted it too, waving Eijirou and Denki to let go and back off before speaking
“Take her legs and put them on your shoulders.” Bakugou complied, and you felt yourself folding in half.
“Make her cum,” Bakugou’s face widened, an evil smirk growing on his face. He leaned forward, bending you even more, and pulled out almost entirely, just the tip remaining in you. Teasing you once again, and suddenly he was slamming into you. A jackrabbit of force. Gripping onto your legs so tight you were sure you’d bruise. His pace was brutal, pushing up into you so deep you thought you could feel him in your throat, your legs burning as he refused to relent. Tamaki’s fingers rubbed rapid circles into your clit and the stimulation was all too much. You could feel the heat growing in your belly, a strange tingly sensation happening between your legs like you were dangerously close to peeing.
“Stop! Stop!” You tried to warn them, fearing what you were about to do but they were both too lost in the moment. Their assault never ended Bakugou forcing one particularly deep stroke into you.
“Shit, I’m so close,” he warned. Pushing into you once more and you snapped. Your legs trembled and spazzed, clear liquid gushing out of you, splashing up and coating Bakugou’s stomach.
“Shit, now you’re squirting?!” he asked incredulously, the wonderment seeping into his voice. He slowed his strokes, coming to a stop.
“That’s my good girl,” Tamaki cooed, swiping up your slick and popping his finger into his mouth. Bakugou pulled out, carefully lowering your shaking legs, massaging any potential cramps out of them. You took a moment, coming back down to earth. You looked over to Bakugou, his dick still rock hard.
“You didn’t cum,” you said. Your head cocking.
“T’s fine,” he waved you off, turning to find his clothes.
“Come here,” you called, and he ignored you again.
“Bakugou~” you tried again, and he dropped his shirt, turning to look at you. His arms crossed around his chest.
“Fine what,” he grumbled. You crooked your finger, indicating for him to come closer. You sat up, leaving Tamaki’s embrace as Bakugou approached you. When he was in front of you, you reached a hand out, fingertips dancing along the planes of his chest.
“Bakugou~ you said, your voice sing-songy “I want you to cum too.” Your bottom lip jutted out, pouting at him. “Couldn’t I help you with that?” your hands descended, moving dangerously close to his cock.
He swallowed, his cock, bobbing for your attention, you were so close, half an inch and you’d be touching him, there, and he wanted you to touch him again.
“Yes,” he heard himself say, and you immediately brightened.
“Then I have the perfect idea!” you said.
Bakugou knew he was inexperienced, surely anyone would balk a little at this?
You were laying down on the floor, your tentafreak boyfriend already between your legs, licking and sucking your juices into his mouth. Bakugou caught just a flash of his purple…. wait
Was that a tentacle?
Why was he even surprised?
Bakugou couldn’t even begin to process that, more concerned over his predicament. You were grinning like the cat that caught the cream, motioning for him to join you. But what you had suggested? Bakugou was more than a little intimidated.
He walked over to you, his legs on either side of your head, before lowering to his knees, his ass hanging right over your mouth, right where you wanted it. Your fingers spread his cheeks apart as he lowered himself, right onto your awaiting tongue.
The sensation was odd at first, the warm wet pressure circling his hole, over and over. Lapping at him till he grew used to the sensation. Then you waved shitty hair and dunce head over. The two of them lay on either side of the two of you, leaning over Bakugou’s legs. The two of them licked up the length of his cock.
“F-fuck,” Bakugou exclaimed, shitty- Eijirou had moved down to lick at his balls while Denki started sucking at the tip of his cock taking it into his throat.
Below him you were squirming, Tamaki saying something to you, but Bakugou wasn’t quite sure how you could understand him with legs smooshed on either side of your ears.
“Aww, is my baby dirty? You like it when someone sits on your face? When you get to taste them? Feel them squeezing down on you. My good little slut hmm?” You mewled, your hips bucking towards Tamaki’s face, trying to entice him into tongue fucking you again. Tamaki stuck out his tongue, the tentacle swirling around, and he descended on you once more, moans rippling out of you as he fucked you.
It was all too much, the noises all around him. Wet sucking sounds below him, the feeling of tongues around his cock and invading him as you pressed into his hole.
“Fuck too much,” he moaned out, but no one ceased, their efforts redoubled. Denki bobbing up and down, choking on his length, Kirishima, licking at his base while you breached his hole.
He felt fat tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes, so close it felt like he was being consumed, flames licking at every edge of his consciousness, and still, the torture continued.
“Help, please I’m so close,” he whimpered, your tongue pistoning in and out his hole. Kirishima moved up, licking and sucking at his nipples as Denki swallowed around his cock. Kiri kept moving, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud till his hands curled in Bakugou’s hair, yanking his head back, exposing his neck to eager attention, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin, while fingers continued to torment him. He was so close, he tried to warn, but Kiri captured his lips, the words dying out as a tongue thrust into his mouth, a moan replacing it instead. Bakugou threaded his hands through Denki’s hair, forcing him all the way down his length, right as he exploded, cum coating the inside of his throat, Denki swallowing each and every last drop, pulling back and tonguing him to clean off every last inch of his cock.
Bakugou disentangled from Kirishima and Kaminari, lifting off your face, ignoring your whines, and watching the subtle twitch in your legs. You were close, Tamaki’s tentacled tongue, still thrusting in and out of you while his thumb played with your tender bud. Bakugou kneeled again, his knees framing your head while his hands reached out. His fingers come to graze your nipples, tweaking them in between his fingers before widening his hand and kneading the soft flesh. You moaned, arching into his touch. Denki moved to your waist, replacing Tamaki’s hands, lavishing your clit in static attention, forcing you to jerk even more. Kiri joined Bakugou to trace your curves, feeling the soft flesh under his touch.
You scarcely knew where to focus, all their attention on you.
Your limbs moved, your legs squeezing around Tamaki’s head, and a head threaded in his hair as you rode his face, so close to the edge. You let out a breathy sigh, your whole body shuddering as you came, twitching away from everyone. They all sat there, waiting as you came too, your eyes opening slowly to eye each one of them.
“Well, that was certainly something,” you started. Unsure of where to go from here.
“I’ve got something to say,” Denki stated, a pout forming on his face, “How come the virgin got his ass eaten? Where’s the fairness.” His eyes scrunched together, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the giggles forcing their way out of your lungs. Tamaki chuckled and Kiri and Bakugou joined in as well. Denki looked around before he let out an awkward laugh.
“Wait? Why are we laughing?” he asked, “That was a genuine question!”
You sat up, shaking your head, “You know what sparky, we’ll get to it next time.”
Denki pumped his fist, whooping and hollering at your promise. You curled up next to Tamaki, eyes drooping from all your exertion.
“There’s going to be a next time?” He asked you. Raising an eyebrow at you.
“So long as everyone’s comfy with it- why not?” you shrugged, too tired to care anymore. Tamaki just chuckled, looping an arm around your shoulder as you began to drift off, the heroes all talking around you.
Yeah, it’d be nice to do this again, you thought right as you finally passed out.
Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated! ♡
⚠︎ cw :: nsfw, mdni, oral sex (m.receiving) in public, exhibitionism, edging. draken is an aged up adult in a present timeskip.
this was wrong. oh, so wrong.
draken’s fingers dug into the tablecloth, hissing at the sensation he’s feeling down under. hiding beneath was you; on your knees while your hands were slowly stroking his cock. his hips were slightly vibrating with the suppressed need to thrust into your mouth, thrust into your cunt that belongs to him tonight. but he was already lost in his own indulgence. nothing could turn him on more than risking it all with you.
especially during your restaurant date.
you could see every vein of draken’s cock as it eased in and out between your perfect lips, moans and gags barely heard from the vicinity’s conversations. draken’s knuckles were turning pale the more he gripped tighter on the tablecloth, imagining this piece of fabric were your clothes and immediately tearing them off. he couldn’t focus on finishing his food. he couldn’t even take a sip of his favorite wine.
the more his arousal and your drool mixed around his cock, he wanted to come right there. you could hear his breathy groans, struggling to remain quiet and calm in the restaurant. his cock was starting to twitch inside your throat. before anything, you slip him out of your mouth and hands.
“aw. you wanna come already, baby?” you purred under the table where only he could hear. “we haven’t even had our dessert yet. . .”
“f— fuck that,” draken panted out. “you’re my dessert tonight. god, i wanna come in your mouth and then fuck you real hard at the hotel. please?”
you gave a small kiss on his tip that sent his thigh to shudder. “i love when you beg. it makes me wanna tease you more. . .” you muttered sweetly.
with one last kiss and a small lick on his tip that made him shudder again, you crawled out from under the table and sat back in your seat as if nothing happened. the long tablecloth hid draken’s cock glistening underneath, the cool air kissing him that it frustrated him inside. seeing your pretty face and body right in front of him after all that. . . his body intensified with the irresistible urge to kiss you and fuck you hard and rough for what you’ve done. but he couldn’t. god, he couldn’t. not here. not right now.
“i swear to god. when we get back in that fucking hotel room, you’re gonna be feeling me in your guts for a week straight,” draken grumbled.
you gave a cunning smirk at him, feeling cocky of teasing draken like this in public. but deep down, you were frightened, aroused and titillated by his willpower to break you in unpredictable ways that send you unhinged. he knows you were asking for it the whole time. and he knows just how to give it to you without asking.
hearing him whimper and feeling him shake against you as he sits with his back to your chest, legs spread
he's so desperate to get off that he's practically sobbing but he just sounds so pretty when he's this needy and begging, pleading over and over to let him cum
suna akaashi osamu and kenma would eat you so LAZILY but so GOOD i- they would take turns changing every time they realized you were reaching your orgasm they would do everything SO SLOW teasing you omg just when you’re a begging mess and cant stop crying to cum they would fuck you hard, fuck you sooo dumb pls imagine akaashi holding your legs holding you still and playing with one of your breasts while osamu plays with the other, suna using his tongue on your clit while kenma uses his gamer fingers on your entrance...
It’s the way I choked on my mf coffee like DAMN ANODHAKWHWOA okay y’all hold on. —
warnings: 5some, fem reader, dom/sub dynamics, edging and overstim, titty suckin, messy pussy eatin, one slap, degrading.. 🤤
Akaashi is the leader here. Always will be in charge, especially when your involved. Although he’s not a strict dom, he’s still stern with each order. You sit in his lap, his thighs hooked over yours to keep them spread apart for the boys. Every time you twitch them a little closer he only brings them further apart, a swift swat to your breast being enough to get you to behaviour again. He nuzzles your ear constantly, murmuring praise and filth into your ear as he watches the boys all over your body.
That’s it baby, taking all this teasing. Daddy’s gunna let you come soon. Promise. Be good and hold on a little longer. You’ll do it for me, wont you Angel?
Osamu 🤝 oral fixation. He would suck on your precious tits for hours if he could. He loves feeling your heart thump aggressively against his head, lips latched onto your pretty nipple. His tongue teases over it a couple times before he goes back to suckling, his other hand massaging out your neglected breast. He’ll get to it, just likes to take his time, make sure the plane of your chest is throughly covered in hickeys and spit before moving onto the next one. He also loves that your trembling little hands are locked in his sliver locks, tugging on it each time you jolt or get closer to your release, it only reminds him to suck a little harder, murmur into your skin.
Fuck baby, yer fuckin delicious ya know that? These perfect fuckin tits look good enough to eat covered up in ma marks, don’t ya think?
Suna is a lazy pussy eater. He knows it. You know it. The rest of the boys know it. But that’s why he does it, because he also knows you like being edged on, like being lazily lapped at, his narrowed gaze always starin up at you as he slowly presses his flattened tongue along your quivering cunt. He prods at your clit with his tongue, never really putting enough pressure to push you off the edge, just enough to keep you whining, squirming, basically crying. His lips will loosely wrap around when your clit when it starts to throb, his nose gently brushing into your pubic bone as a sign of affection before he starts to suck. Won’t stop until your actually crying, hips straining into Akaashi’s hold to try and arch for more.
Pretty little baby, so whiney, so needy… gunna suck this little clit for hours just to see your eyes roll back.
Kenma. Oh Kenma. King of Degrading you to filth, King of thin, lean fingers that manage to poke into every singe one of your sweet spots. He’s grinning at you, wrist pumping into your walls and allowing your slick to dribble past the rings he wears because it’s just so cute how your cunt clenches his fingers like they’re a cock. It’s so cute how you always get so close to coming before he’s pulling his fingers free, showing everyone your arousal before licking it lewdly. It happens once, twice.. you lose count before he finally sinks his soiled fingers into your mouth to shut you up, two fresh fingers sinking into your gaping hole and making him groan in delight.
What a little whore, creamin all over my fingers and you haven’t even gotten fucked yet. Cmon, keep suckin on my fingers, clean em off good and then maybe Kaashi will let ya come. Probably not, you just look so fucking cute like this.
I will be knocked tf out from this ask for at least two weeks 🤤🥴
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Your car breaks down on the way home from a friend’s house, forcing you to call roadside assistance. He does more than fix your car, however. Will you make it home at a decent time-- or at all?
𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: This is my contribution to @cyancherub wheel of misfortune kinktober collaboration! A huge thank you to her for inviting me to take part! I spun the prompts-- masochist & car breaks down. 7.9k words
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙒: Horror fic-- graphic imagery, mentions of anxiety, descriptions of death, serial killing, and gore, betrayal, ignoring red flags, use of a weapon-- blade, explicit photography: post-mortem, revoked consent?, strangulation
𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙏𝙒: Heavy bondage, teasing, edging, biting/bruising/marking, fingering, masochism, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swallowing/eating, head forcing, doggy, overstimulation, nipple play, consent revoked(?), creampie, cum as lube, nonconsensual knife play
𝔽𝕌𝕃𝕃 𝕋𝔼𝕏𝕋
Running, she’s running for her life. Down a never ending hallway, did she escape him? She turns a corner, smack. Her final moments were running for a life she wouldn’t keep. Switch to her lifeless body being dragged into a room, her final resting place. Her blood leaves a carmine trail, plagued with the footsteps of her executioner. Sinister laughter amplifies. Darkness. Credits.
Your heart is pounding. As an avid lucid dreamer with a fear of running from the unknown, this movie was particularly chilling. You throw in the towel.
“I’m gonna head home and watch a few hours of the Discovery Channel, in an attempt to sleep tonight.” you say, turning to your best friend, Akira. It is mid-October, the usual time for your yearly scary movie marathon. It also just so happens to be Friday the 13th. Each year, the two of you go on binges of different scary movies, in hopes of finding a unique Halloween costume idea. Though you chose the costumes for this year early, the marathon carries on. Today, however, you’ve reached your limit.
You stand up from the couch and stretch. Akira turns on the side table lamp, so that you can gather your things.
“Fun as always, I’m extra pumped for Halloween this year. Especially now that you’re in a new complex that actually hosts events.” you say, feeling proud of your long-time best friend. Up until recently, Akira was living with her parents until she finished college. After an incident her freshman year forced her to live off campus. This past May, she graduated and was offered a job a few towns over. She conquered her fear of being alone and moved into this beautiful new complex to begin her life, you couldn’t be prouder.
“I am too.” Akira says with a smile.
You slip on your shoes and make your way to the door. It’s around 8:30pm, and when you open the door you are welcomed by a cool breeze and the sound of drying leaves scraping the sidewalks as they’re pushed by the wind.
“I will text you when I get home!” you say. Crossing the threshold of her exitway.
“Okay! Be Safe. I’ll text you later after I check the mail and let you know if either of our costumes came in yet!” she excitedly reminds you of the pending delivery.
“Sounds good! Later.” you turn to trek to your car. Hearing the subtle click of the door closing and locking behind you.
Daylight savings time has not ended yet, so the evening sun is just beginning to set, filling the sky with a mural of magenta, orange, violet, and fading traces of cerulean. The view helps calm your nerves slightly as you make your way to your car. Once you reach your car, you grab the handle and press the small unlock button, allowing you to settle into your car, and escape the lowering fall temperatures.
You start your car and connect to the GPS. Since this is only your 2nd time visiting Akira, you still need directions on your 35 minute drive back to your own complex. You enter your address and begin the trip home. Once you hit the highway, a notification pops up on your GPS, alerting you of an upcoming accident. The GPS suggests an alternate route, saving you an additional 20-25 minutes. You accept, ready to shower and relax.
You get off at the directed exit, and make a turn. As you are heading down the backroad, the GPS abruptly directs you to turn. You oblige, turning at the closest available opening. You continue to drive, the lights of the town fading behind you as the sun in front of you bids its final goodbyes. The new darkness has your other senses heightened. You realize, the car is bumping and swaying. The tink and crunch sounds beneath your tires, small rocks hitting the metal undercarriage-- the paved road has turned to gravel and dirt.
You must’ve zoned out, because looking to your left, an eerie cornfield, with stalks challenging the height of your car. To your right, a wooded area-- Tall, thick trees and brush. No houses or streetlights, only indications of you being alone. A white sign catches your eye to the left. As you drive, you can only make out the bold, auburn ‘DO NOT ENTER’. Looking away from the contrasting white sign, your eyes adjust and you’re able to see barbed wire coiled and taunting, lining the right side of the road, as if to keep you out of the sinister forest. A chill creeps down your spine-- you do not know the area well enough to turn back around, and your GPS, while still guiding you, has gone offline and can’t reroute you.
“Or to keep something in…” you think to yourself. The anxiousness from earlier plagues your body. Goosebumps litter your skin, your palms are sweating, knuckles white gripping the steering wheel. Then you notice it, a break in the barbed wire. Not a clean break, no. Someone or something snapped it. That’s the last straw.
You floor it. Looking at the GPS, there are 7 miles left on this road, approximately 4 minutes left. You decide to speed up the process. You are pushing the pedal to the floor board, scooting forward in your seat, as if you can force it further down. Your speedometer easily brushes past 20,30,40 mph. Your heart is racing, anxious to break the threshold and finally depart from this situation.
You hear a loud noise come from the engine bay. Abruptly, the tiny red needle of your speedometer halts its climb-- 40, 30...0. Your car comes to a stop. As if in shock, you sit there, processing the series of events. Your hands still gorilla gripped to the steering wheel, your mouth hanging open. As if taunting you, your headlights flicker a few times, before dimming and dying out.
“Fuck me” you sigh, exasperated. You smack your hands on the steering wheel. You get your phone out of the dashboard mount. Swiping from the upper right corner to check your percentage -- 56%.
“At least my phone isn’t dead.” you murmur to yourself. You reach into your bag, and feel around for your wallet. Once you have it in your grasp, you pull it out and open it, finding the AAA card in one of the slots, and scanning the back. You dial the number. They pick up and ask you your card information and ask a few questions about your location. Though you don’t know where you are, you are able to send a location ping to the driver.
“What seems to be the problem with your car?” the technician asks you. You explain what happened, but inform them that you’re not exactly sure of the problem.
“Are you in a safe location to pop your hood and check a few things for me?” he asks. You don’t exactly know if you'd classify this as a safe location, but you want to be as specific and helpful as possible.
“Sure” you reply, less than enthusiastic. You tuck the phone under your bra strap, so that it rests on your shoulder and you open the door. The breeze has died down a bit, but it is still somewhat cool. You lean down, and pull the small lever to pop the hood, and make your way to the front of the car. Since it’s dark, you have a bit of trouble feeling for the latch to let you lift the hood, but you eventually find it, pulling the rod and placing it in the hole to prop the hood up.
As you are looking at the engine bay, you think you see something move out of the corner of your eye. You look, but see nothing and continue to examine the engine bay. The wind is still miniscule, however you hear rustling in the distance, coming from the woods.
“Is there anything else you need me to check?” you ask the technician, nervous and ready to find sanction inside your vehicle. He asks you to check one more thing, but as you are looking for it, you hear a snap, almost like a twig, coming from the cornfield, followed by rustling and crunching of withered autumn leaves. You make your way back into your car, completely disregarding the hood still being open, and lock the doors behind you.
“Yes, it looks fine.” you lie, having not even located what he asked you too. He finishes writing the report and quotes an estimated 75 minute wait time, due to your remote and non-exact location. You thank him, and hang up the phone. You notice that that phone call consumed another 6% of your battery life. Since the problem is more than likely your battery, and the car is dead, you don’t have the radio to keep you company. You decide to check your social media.
The first app you click on, is a news app, the headline story catches your eye. ‘Another 2 Bodies Found-- more bite marks, hands bound, and 2 different yet familiar symbols carved into their backs. This brings the total to 5 bodies each, all having similar profiles: Females age 20-25.’ You scroll a bit further down and see pictures of the symbols— one of them is a linear ‘S’ and the other looks like some sort of lightning symbol. You’ve had enough.. you close out the app, not wanting to further your panicked state.
You quickly check your other social media, which prove--as usual-- to be dry as fuck. You do have one social media that you’ve developed a bit of a following on. ‘Rumblr’, is an app you use as a diary/ escape from the harness of real life. Especially projecting your obsession with 2D men. You open the app, and check the few notifications you have from your fellow horny followers about a recent post you made. As you finish responding to a mutual, you notice a bright reflection of headlights in your rearview mirror. You squint your eyes, as the contrast of the yellow tinged brightness is harsh against the darkness you’ve sat in for the past few minutes. Wait-- a few minutes?
“I couldn’t have made that call more than 15 minutes ago, fast service.” You mutter to yourself. You shrug it off, really just glad someone is here to fix your problem, and allow you to go on about your trip back to the salvation of your bed. The lights dim and turn off, allowing you to see the truck. The truck is a big, white, older looking truck, with writing on the side. You can’t make out what it says, due to either the darkness or it being faded, but you pay that no mind.
You ponder whether or not you should get out of the car and go greet the technician, but ultimately decide against it. The last time you got out of the car, you didn’t necessarily have a great experience. You hear a car door slam and you look again into the side mirror, though you can’t see well, you make out a tall, nice framed man. He isn’t wearing the stereotypical “mechanic wear”, instead sporting a black hoodie with black sweatpants.
‘This is clearly after hours for him’ you think to yourself, knowing you also wouldn’t bother with a uniform at this hour. An entire mood. A soft knock on your window pulls you out of your head. You know that the car has no power, so you open your driver side door. The man steps back to allow you to fully open the door, giving you space to step out. You stand up, shivering at the cool air, and look at your savior. Stunned.
He has gorgeous blonde hair, with a strange yet cute black zigzag towards the front on one side. He can’t be any older than 25, with an extremely nice and slender fit build. He’s 6’0 minimum, and as you scan his body up to his face, you’re caught off guard once more by his soft eyes. With only the moon barely illuminating his face, his irises appear to glow an encapsulating auric gold, matching his golden hued hair. You can’t look away.
“What seems to be the issue?” he asks, interrupting your trance.
“I’m not really sure, I was heading home, but took an alternate route. When I got to the dirt road, I panicked a bit and floored it. I heard a pop and the car slowed to a stop and shut off.” you explain. He asks a few more questions, similar to the technician on the phone earlier.
“I see… Can I take a look under your hood?” he asks, tilting his head at your already propped up hood.
‘He can look under anything he wants’ you think to yourself, nodding at him. He rounds the front of the car, and begins to look under your hood. You follow, and stand beside him, still giving him enough space to look, especially because you can’t offer assistance, so you don’t want to be in the way.
“I think it is a battery issue. I think maybe some gravel made its way into your engine bay, and dislodged something under the battery, causing the cables to disconnect. I can hook it back up and charge the battery a bit. You can go wait in my truck while I get that started.” he says to you confidently with a smile.
‘Fangs?!?!’ you think to yourself. You notice his sharp canines, which seem to be longer than the rest of his perfectly white, aligned smile. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen a more perfect man.
“Okay, umm would you mind starting it? It’s a bit chilly.” you ask, beginning to walk toward the truck.
“Oh of course.” he follows you, opening the passenger side door, and letting you hop up into the cab, before closing the door and heading to the driver side to turn the key. Once the truck roars awake, you’re met by a soothing blast of heated air. He gives you a thumbs up, and you smile. He closes the door and proceeds to go back to your car, out of your view.
Looking around, the truck is a bit run down, but it’s clean nonetheless. Nothing but a bottle of water, business cards, and a phone charger plugged into the dash. You look up, checking that he is still out of your sight, before helping yourself to his charger, thankful it is the type your phone requires. Now that your phone is charging and your assistance has arrived, you decide to shoot Akira an update text, letting her know you’re being rescued and that your savior is a sexy and leisurely mechanic.
You close out the messaging app, giggling to yourself, and your curiosity gets the best of you. You grab one of his business cards. A nice, simple white business card with his name and telephone number. Denki Kaminari.
‘Kaminari-- thunder in japanese?’ you question internally. You shrug your shoulders and brush off the thought.
You open Rumblr and type the name into the search bar. A few profiles pop up, but his picture is distinct. His golden hair is hard to miss. You click on the profile and your jaw hits the floor. You’re greeted with shirtless pictures.
‘I pictured him being fit, but not this fit.’ you think to yourself. Shocked at the muscular chisels on his slender form. You continue to scroll, thinking you’ve seen it all, until the next few pictures prove you wrong. Denki, leaning up against a door frame with a daring smile, wearing a maid outfit and cat ears.
‘I can die in peace.’ you think to yourself, realizing you’ve stumbled pervertedly on the man of your dreams. As you’re scrolling through the maid post, drooling over your roadside assistance, you hear taps on the window. You quickly find the lock button on your phone with your finger, assuming you’ve been caught red handed. However, when you look around, you see nothing. Denki is still at work in your engine. You look to your right, and scan the dark treeline. Nothing stands out, but you feel as though more than the trees are moving around. Figures. You’re sure you’re seeing figures move about the brush and compacted trees. You lean back in the seat, and secure your vision on the roof.
‘I’m clearly losing my mind.’ your thoughts are attempting to soothe your pounding heart and fervent anxiety. The rustling of the leaves seems to get louder. Crunching seemingly getting louder… closer. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing your body to calm down. Your hands grip your phone, palms becoming clammy, and your leg begins to bounce involuntarily as a means to soothe and distract your mind.
Suddenly, the driver’s side door opens. Your body jolts, and you let out a shrill squeal. You meet Denki’s gaze, he is frozen at your scream.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asks, unsure whether it’s okay to move. You sigh, realizing you’re in no immediate danger.
“I am SO sorry, I was a bit on edge, and didn’t realize you were coming back to the truck. You startled me.” you say, relaxing your shoulders, and looking down into your lap, a bit embarrassed. Your leg has stopped bouncing, and you feel your heart rate slow to normal.
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to scare you. Hopefully it’ll make it up to you to know that I was able to find everything, I am just waiting on the cables and everything in the engine bay to cool off before I touch anything. It shouldn’t take long, with the breeze.” he offers you with a hopeful smile.
“Oh cool. Glad it isn’t a huge problem.” you say with another sigh of relief. Your night is finally starting to look up. You open your phone, and freeze.
‘I take that back…’ you think to yourself. Amidst the chaos, you forgot that you’d been snooping on his profile. You look at him, and his eyes are locked on your screen. He has a faint blush spreading across his face, and you feel your own face growing hot with embarrassment.
“So… ya found me?” he chuckles. Clearly embarrassed, but with a hint of amusement. You feel your chest ready to burst.
“I--I--..... I was just curious is all. I didn’t catch your name, so I grabbed a business card, and-- I decided to look you up. I’m sorry for intruding.” you’re stumbling over your words. You know your face is beet red. You feel your cheeks and under your chin are on fire.
“Relax-- it’s fine. I guess I shouldn’t post things like that if I don’t want them to be stumbled upon.” he says, a bit bashful. You can tell he is embarrassed, probably a bit extra, considering the maid picture you were set on.
“I really am sorry for snooping… I must say though, your aesthetic is pretty dope, and I am a huge fan of the maid outfit.” you giggle. You gain the courage to look at Denki again. He is looking at you wide eyed, clearly shocked.
“The maid outfit was sexy, but the cat ears take the cake.” you say flirtatiously deciding to take advantage of his shocked state. He is just about to say something, when you remember something in your trunk.
“I’ll be right back!” you say, turning and opening the door quickly. You jump out of the truck and land with a crunch a bit crooked, due to the gravel. You jog to your trunk, using the key to pop it. You brought a few Halloween inspiration pieces to Akira’s house, one item in particular.
“It’s in here somewhere” you murmur, digging through your belongings, pushing aside gym shoes, old school papers, and half-opened packages. You hear rustling behind you, but pay it little attention, there is a slight breeze. However, you get a spine chilling feeling. You’re not sure what it is, but you feel frozen-- as if you’re being watched. You look downward, towards the edge of your trunk, catching a glimpse of the black, velvet fabric of the object you’ve been looking for. You reach for it, but hear a loud, close crunch, as if a pile of leaves right behind you has been destroyed. You jump back, and your back collides with something hard… no, someone. You turn around, and Denki is standing there, looking down at you.
“Whatcha looking for? Everything okay?” he asks, placing his hands on his hips. You exhale, your body instantly at ease, a sinister smile crossing your face. You place your hands behind your back and secretly grab the object, grasping it tightly, and bringing it behind your back, out of view.
“Bend down towards me.” you say teasingly. He hesitates, a questioning look on his face.
“Come on, I don’t bite.” you giggle. Still hesitating a bit he complies, bending at the waste, bringing his face down closer to yours. You laugh, and place the object on his head. Cat ears. You can’t contain your excitement. You clap your hands together and giggle.
“You’re gorgeous” you blurt, then cover your mouth. You realize that you said that outloud, and heat rises to the tips of your ears. He squints at you, and a smile grazes his face.
“Not as gorgeous as you.” He says, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The heat that was in your ears, suddenly travels down into your stomach. You’re not sure what comes over you, but you grab his hand and pull him towards you. He is a bit caught off guard, causing him to stumble closer to you, and his mouth crashes onto yours.
‘Soft lips, cake batter chapstick… warmth’ you’re drinking him in. Even against the cool autumn night air, your body is ignited. The feeling of his lips on yours causes a wave of warmth to spread across your skin, almost like the heat blasting in his truck earlier. He regains his footing, and places his hand on the small of your back. Your body instinctively wraps its arms around his shoulders, as if he can get any closer than he already is.
The kiss deepens, your tongues dancing, enticing each other. He bites your lip, making you melt in his arms. A soft moan slips past your lips, causing Denki to smile into the kiss. He brings his hands down the curve of your ass, and grabs the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You allow him to lift you. Holding you with one hand supported under your ass, he uses the other hand to quickly close the trunk. He then lifts you a bit higher, setting you on the back of your car, all without breaking the kiss.
You spread your legs, allowing him to settle in close to you, his torso is now pressed against yours, your hands behind your back, supporting the slight lean. Your legs wrap around his back, holding him there. His hands begin to explore your torso, kneading your tits and grabbing your hips, the skin of your abdomen peeking from under your crewneck. He pulls back, and scans over your disheveled body.
“You are absolutely beautiful” Denki whispers, looking into your eyes. He bends down, and kisses your neck, licking and sucking, leaving a decent sized hickey right over your jugular. As he pulls away, leaning instead to continue the heated sequence of kissing, right as you close your eyes, lights. A beam of buttery yellow light assaults your eyes. You put your hand in front of your face, shielding your eyes. Denki on the other hand, panics. He grabs your hand and quickly helps you off the back of your car, pulling-- almost dragging you to his truck.
He opens the passenger side door, and forces you up into the seat, slamming the door behind you. He then rushes around the cap and jumps in the driver's side. He puts the truck in drive and skirts off. He drives only about 100 yards ahead of where your car is, before making an abrupt left turn into the cornfield.
“What the hell Denki?!” you shout, not having had enough time to put on your seat belt, you’re clutching the overhead grip for a bit of stabilization. He ignores your cry, and continues on. You’re heading down a narrow path, the truck barely fitting, if that. You can hear the clunking of corn stalks hitting the side mirrors and even the doors of the truck, as it passes.
“What is going on?” you persist. You look over at his face and he seems focused, worried. As if he knows something you don’t. He turns off the headlights, but continues to drive. About another half mile up the gravelly path, he slows and stops. Immediately turning off the engine. He turns to you with widened, worried eyes. He puts his finger to his lips, and signals for you to lower your head. You are now confused, but obliged.
“Okay, please tell me what just happened.” you demand in a whisper.
“I know you have heard about the recent kidnappings on the news. Females in this area are going missing, and some of them have been found dead. Not a lot of people use this road, so I didn’t feel safe trusting a random passerby, especially not in the vulnerable state we were in.” he explains, keeping his voice low, a glimmer in his eye.
“What about my car?” you ask, remembering the abandoned vehicle with its hood up.
“I locked it before I came back to the truck. The only thing accessible is the hood, and no one can unlock it or access the inside from the engine bay.” he reassures you. Denki then sits up a bit, looking back over his shoulder. You follow his gaze, straightening your back so you can see through the rear window. Nothing-- you don’t think you were followed. You turn around, but are stopped when he mimics your movements. You’re now looking at each other, faces so close, you can feel his warm breath on your face. A smile crosses your lips, the strange getaway becoming irrelevant. He looks at your lips.
His hand grazes our thigh, the warmth in your core reawakening. You lean into him, placing your cold hands on his warm cheeks, and pulling his mouth onto yours. He pulls back from you, squeezing your thighs.
“There is a vacant barn just up this trail, we could move this to a safer location.” he suggests. Your mind is solely focused on getting in his pants, so you agree. He restarts the gurgally engine of the truck, and drives another quarter mile up the road, making a slight right hand turn. You see the big red barn come into view. It is clearly an abandoned horse barn or something. It isn’t worn down by any means, just clearly not in use. The metal rusted gate is opened, a broken chain dangling around one of the rods. He drives up next to the barn and parks the truck. He leans over and pecks your cheek before hoping out, and coming around to your side.
‘Chivalrous’ you think, patiently waiting for him to open the door for you. You drop out of the truck, and get a better look at the barn. You notice a thick black padlock on the front doors, securing the entrance.
“The front is locked” you say, disappointedly. However, he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. You look up at him questioningly, and he nods his head, reassuring you.
“Come on, there is a side way in.” he says, pulling you towards the other side of the barn. There, you see a few boards that look a bit misplaced. Denki releases your hand, and pulls the boards aside, revealing the inside of the barn. You hesitate, not being able to see far into the barn, but he holds his hand out as if to say ‘you first’. So you duck down, and slide through the entrance. He follows, re-securing the board behind himself.
From what you can see, which isn’t much, the barn is empty. What you do notice, however, is the smell of cleaner-- bleach? The barn is freshly cleaned.
“Cleanest barn I've ever come across.” you mutter, clearly the owners are repurposing it or maintaining it to sell or something.
“How did y--” you begin to ask how he knows about this place, but he grabs your hand and pushes you up against the wall. Knocking the thought out of your head. He pins your arms above your head and engulfs your mouth with his. This kiss is more eager, passionate. He kisses your jaw bone, down to your neck again, tracing over the bruise left earlier with his tongue, before nibbling the sweet spot on the base of your neck. You want nothing more than to run your fingers through his soft blonde hair, but his hands still have yours affixed above your head.
He removes one of his hands from your wrists, moving the other and spreading it enough to keep you at bay. With his newly freed hand, he begins to touch you, he shoves his hand under your sweatshirt and feels your chest, fingers dancing across your hardened nipples. Moving one of his legs in between yours and pushing his thigh up against your clothed cunt. This entices a moan from your throat, egging him on. He takes your peaked nipple between his fingers, rolling it and pulling on it ever so slightly.
“Aahh fuck, Denki” you’re a moaning mess. The pleasure from your nipples and his leg between yours is overwhelming the fact that your hands are beginning to tingle from blood loss. Denki then pulls away, pulling you away from the wall with him.
He brings your hands down, and places them behind your back, as if you’re being arrested. He forces you to bend at the waist, pushing your face into the wall, and causing your back to arch. He pulls down your sweats and underwear with his free hand, surprising you. You’re so wet at this point, your pussy dripping with anticipation. He brings his hand down on your ass with a loud smack, definitely leaving a handprint behind. Before you have the chance to comment, he is dropping to his knees.
‘Oh my fuck..’ you think to yourself. From his knees, Denki has a perfect view of your plump ass, and your dripping pussy. He wastes no time, he grabs one of your ass cheeks, and attempts to spread it, revealing an even better view of your pussy. He buries his face in, dragging his tongue from your clit, back. His tongue is lapping up your wetness, his chin dripping in your sweet lust. He drops down a bit further, and swipes his tongue horizontally on your clit a few times.
“Nnggh, yes, right fucking there” your clit is throbbing, your hole fluttering around nothing. He drags his tongue from your clit, down the rest of your messy cunt, and brings his wettened tongue to your asshole. He teases it a bit, circling the tight hole. Your body is shivering, you arch your back more, pushing it towards his. You need more. He brings his hand to your pussy, using your wetness to lube his hands, he inserts two fingers into your pussy. At the same time, he dips his tongue into your ass, finally giving you what you want.
“Mmmm” you moan, biting your lip to prevent screaming out with pure bliss. He pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them and assaulting your g-spot. His tongue continues to lap at your ass. He turns his head, and sinks his teeth into your ass cheek. He bites hard enough to leave marks, but just gently enough that it forces you closer to the edge. You’re so ready to cum, to begin to push back on him, riding his fingers from the back. Just as you’re about to cum, he stops.
He pulls the string from his hoodie, brings your hands in front of you and ties them. Looping the cotton strand multiple times around your wrists in a figure-8 before securing it with a knot. He bunches up the front of your sweatshirt in his hand, and pulls you aggressively into another kiss. You taste your sweet pussy on his tongue. You pull back, taking his lip between your teeth this time with a moan.
“Such a good fucking girl” he moans. Then he pulls down on your chest, forcing you to your knees. You bring your bound hands up, reaching for the band of his sweatpants and boxers. It is clear that you are struggling, so he assists, pulling them together down to his mid thighs.
His dick flips out of his boxers, it’s perfect. Long, girthy, but not too thick, slightly curved upward. You look at it in awe, biting your lip with anticipation. You grab it between your tied hands, and guide it to your mouth. You stick your tongue out, kitten licking the tip, in an attempt to tease his throbbing cock. Denki isn’t a fan of teasing.
He forces your head down on his dick, you feel the head poking the back of your throat. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you try to breathe through your nose, but you can’t stop your gag reflex. He pulls you back by your hair, strings of saliva connecting your sloppy mouth with his drenched dick.
“More” you mumble, sticking out your tongue. The forces you down on his dick again, you moan, vibrating his dick and coaxing a growl from his throat. You bounce your head up and down, swirling your tongue along each vein. Sucking extra when you reach the tip, before gliding back down to the base. You cup his balls in your hands, massaging them with the thick spit that has run down from your mouth. The air is filled with slurping. Your throat is starting to feel coarse from the constant assault. You release his balls, and wrap your hands around the base of his dick, pumping what isn’t in your mouth. You focus your tongue on the underside of his cock, right below the head.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking cum baby.” Denki moans, persuading you to continue. You grip a bit tighter, pumping fast and steady, gliding your tongue along the underside of his dick. Denki sharply inhales through his teeth with a hiss, grasping your hair, and forcing you to halt. You feel his thick, warm cum slide down your throat. You continue to tease him with your tongue, helping him ride out his orgasm. Once he’s done, you pull back, and sit back on your calves. You look up at him, waiting for his next move, possibly waiting for the restraints to come off. However, he has other plans.
Denki pulls you to stand, and guides you to a corner of the barn. He shoves you toward the floor, causing you to stumble over and land on your back. You expect to hit the floor, but are surprised to feel a soft surface. You extend your legs, feeling and recognizing a dull and lumpy mattress. He kneels on the mattress in front of you, nesting himself between your legs, and bringing his hands to the collar of your thin sweatshirt, grabbing it firmly in each hand, and tearing the top. You gasp in surprise, as he finishes ripping the front open, completely exposing you to him.
You squeal in excitement, giving no thought to the ruined piece of clothing, nor worrying about what you will wear home. He brings his hands up to your tits. Squeezing them gently, and taking both your nipples between his fingers and scissoring. You’re whimpering at him, begging for more. He brings his mouth to one, taking your nipple between his teeth instead, tugging it a bit before soothing it with his tongue. He kisses across your chest making his way to your other mound. As he sucks and nibbles at the other bud, you bring your tied hands down and finally run your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly.
A sweet whimper crosses his lips. He litters your chest with hickeys, before leaving a trail of hickeys down your torso. He makes his way down, yanking your pants and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them into the unknown. He bends down, spreading your freed legs and drags his tongue once more up your dripping cunt.
“Oh fuck baby” you moan, panting. Your pending orgasm from earlier is begging to be released. He sucks your clit, then flattens his tongue, licking your entire pussy. You grab his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He turns his head, and bites your inner thigh. This time, it startles you a bit, being that the area is a bit more sensitive. It surely left a bruise. He returns to hastily fucking you with his tongue, hazing your mind and turning the pain into pleasure. He brings his tongue back to your clit, and begins to swipe at your clit repeatedly. Challenging your orgasm. You move your hand farther back on his head, displacing the cat ears and bucking your hips up to meet his movements. Just as you’re about to cum, he stops again.
This time, however, you can’t be disappointed, as he sticks two fingers in your cunt curled upward. You let out a disgruntled moan, feeling suddenly full. He pumps his hands in and out of you, curling his fingers as if memorizing the location of your g-spot. He leans to the other side and bites your other thigh, the pain sends a wave of pleasure through your body. He feels your pussy pulse around his fingers. Denki knows how close you are, and how eager you are to cum for him.
“Please Denki” you say suddenly. Your panting and mewls filling the stale air.
“Please what, baby?” he asks.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.” you moan, wanting more than just his fingers filling your insides. Denki is a bit taken aback. He looks up at you. Though he can barely see, he can tell your face is scrunched, mouth hanging open, you’re enjoying this.
“What was that?” he says, teasingly-- his body overflowing with excitement.
‘They never beg for it’ he thinks to himself.
“Please fuck me, fill me with your cock.” you beg, his unwavering striking of your g-spot unwavering. That’s all he needs. He takes his fingers out of you, leaving your pussy aching for release. He grabs your hands, and leans above you, reaching for something on the floor above the mattress. He finds a nail sticking out, and secures the binding to it, securing your hands once more above your head.
You can’t move, your hands already tingling from lesser blood flow now begin to lose feeling completely. Before you can allow it to bother you, however, Denki is positioning himself between your legs. He drags the swollen tip of his dick up the folds of your pussy, drenching it in your juices. You squirm with anticipation, ready to be full of him. Not ready enough apparently.
He suddenly bottoms out in your oussy without warning, causing you to squeal. His hips stutter a bit, he leans forward, placing a hand next to your shoulder and propping himself up. He was not prepared for how tight you’d be, even after being prepped. He begins to move, slowly. He is fighting the urge to finish right then and there. The slow pace allows you to adjust quickly, and you let out a delicious moan. His dick feels amazing, the slight curve causing it to hit a sweet spot in your walls. He looks down at you, though it’s dark, he notices a glimmer in your eyes.
‘You’re enjoying this… I’m being too easy’. He thinks to himself. He shakes his head, refocusing. He has an objective. He picks up the pace, fucking you faster, harder. He puts his arms under your legs and lifts your bottom half up, scooting farther under you but pulling you closer to him. Your arms are now fully extended. The strain is worsening, the string now cutting into your wrists, but the angle he is now fucking you at clouds your mind and your pain receptors mute. He thrusts his hips hard and fast, angled perfectly at your cervix, which the tip of his dick kisses perfectly.
“Right-- there… FUCK yes..” you’re moaning so loud, screaming for him. He is hitting so deep, fucking you at such a good steady speed. He extends one of your legs upward, straightening it. Denki brings your calf to his shoulder, turning towards it, grazing it with his tongue, and once more sinking his teeth into your flesh. This time, he definitely bruised you, possibly even drew blood. However, this still isn’t enough to over power his attack on your cervix.
He slows down his thrusts gradually, keeping the same intensity. He brings his thumb up and begins to rub circles around your clit. The coil in your stomach tightens, aching to snap. Your orgasm has been put off so much that your body is already feeling over-stimulated. He pulls out, smacking his dick on your pussy, causing you to jolt with pleasure. Denki then drops your legs, and flips you over. The string binding your wrists twists, deepening the laceration. At this point, you can’t even feel it. What you can feel, however, is him lifting your bottom half so that your ass is in the air. His tongue grazes your pussy once more. He smacks your ass cheek, keeping his hand there gripping your cheek, and jiggling it. He releases it, and smacks your ass one last time.
You’re whimpering again, you’re so wet, it is dripping down your legs. He puts one hand on each of your hips, lines his cock up with your entrance, and fucks you with just the tip, teasing you, and luring more moans out of you. He enjoys tantalizing you.
You’ve had enough. You throw your ass back on him, swallowing his dick into your pussy. The slap of his balls hitting your clit permeates the barn. This time, it is him that lets out a luscious moan.
“Fuuuuuck.” he moans, drawing out the word with pleasure. Your pussy is so wet and warm, the best he’s ever had. You continue to throw your ass back, chasing your delayed orgasm. He begins to match your thrust, challenging your pace, making you go harder and faster. You can tell he’s close again, his strokes become sloppy and inconsistent. He puts one of his legs up, so that he is just kneeling. Denki thrusts a few more times, hard, hitting at an exemplary angle. He thrusts one last time, but you’re so close that you try to move. To no avail. He holds you close to him, his dick fully sheathed in your cunt. He is gripping your hips so hard, you know you’ll have marks. But you don’t care, the feeling of his hot cum filling your pussy overwhelms you. There is so much cum, that it is seeping out of you from around his dick. He catches some on his fingers, knowing how close you are and uses it to rub your clit.
Your body begins to shake, the coil in your stomach is on the verge of snapping. You’re so close, just a little more.
“Don’t move, stay still and cum for me baby” he whispers in your ear, leaning and reaching for something with his other hand. His soothing voice. Baby. The pet name registers in your mind for the first time, and that’s enough. The coil snaps, your vision goes white, and your pussy clenches around his dick, still embedded inside you. A huge wave crashes over your body, you feel tingly. So much so, that you don’t notice the cold, rigid object pressed into your back. Until it moves.
You let out a blood curdling scream. Something sharp, a blade.. Knife? Something is cutting you. You scream out, your throat burning. He carves one line, then another--diagonally attached. You’re sobbing, trying to move, begging for him to stop.
“Denki, what the fuck… Wh--What is happening?!” you yell. Your back feels scorched. Another line, connected to the second, parallel to the first, and as he begins to carve the final line, you understand. It clicks.
A lightning bolt. He carved a lightning bolt into your back, the same one you saw earlier in the news article. The news article that HE warned you about. Warm tears stain your cheeks, the fresh wounds on your back burning more intensely due to the exposed cold air. Everything starts to clear up in your head- the unmarked truck, no uniform, the other mystery truck… which was probably actual assistance. Denki wasn’t a mechanic, no. This is his territory, and you were his next victim.
“Why?” you ask, barely audible. He ignores you, standing up and redressing himself. He turns and grabs something.
“WHY?!” you shout this time. You need to know why you. He seemed so genuine.
“Denk---” you begin to scream at him, but you’re abruptly cut off. Something coarse is restricting your airway. It’s rough, jagged… rope. You can’t even attempt to free yourself. Your hands have no feeling. Tears stream down your cheeks, you’re gasping for air, seeing blurry doubles.
“For what it’s worth, you fucked the best. You’re the only one I let live long enough to cum.” he says, his voice seemingly deeper, more sinister. His words are the final straw. You give up, letting his words sink in as the burning in your chest ceases, your vision is submerged in darkness. Your body falls sideways, limp-- lifeless.
Denki gets up and heads to his truck, grabbing his phone. He comes back to where your body lies, using his phone as a light. He finally gets a good look at your face, brushing a hair behind your ear and admiring it while it is still warm and flushed. He then opens his camera app, makes sure the flash is enabled, and snaps a picture of your lifeless body, in the lewd position, making sure to capture the symbol carved into your back. He glances at the picture, making sure it isn’t blurry, and sends it to his partner. Then unties the string from the nail, grabs a blanket, wraps you up and proceeds to clean up his mess.
*bzzzzzztt*
Sero picks up his phone-- it’s a message from Denki.
“Catch up, pussy” he mutters the context of the message aloud. Sero chuckles, closing the messaging app, and opening the camera, swiping to the recording option. He takes a short video, and presses send.
Denki takes off his gloves, and presses play. The video is from inside Sero’s car, the street is dark, no streetlights. Right outside of the window, about yards away, a woman is standing at an apartment complex mailbox, alone.
breaking down on the floor because i know sadistic sukuna won’t be satisfied until all you can do is beg (whether he’s edging you or doing some sort of pain play thing) all you can say is ‘please, please, please’ but i just know he would ask you ‘if you want it that bad, why don’t you ask me?’ just for him to deny you again because he’s a sick fuck and he gets so hard seeing you cry and be desperate … i’m done
VEY I AM LEAKING LIKE A FAUCET THIS IS SO HOT I CANNOT STAND THIS I NEED HIM IN ME STAT
