You wear this tight little white shirt at your best friend's house for a sleepover. It's a little too small and your tits are a little too big to fit the shirt properly, making the material stretch a little thin and in the right light anyone can see your nipples. But it's just you and your bestie, no harm no foul and it's a joke shirt anyway, bright pink letters straining from your breasts that spell out cowboy pillows.
Expect there is harm, there is foul.
Your best friend's older brother is home tonight, when he shouldn't be. Boots at the door, hat tossed onto the entry table.
Ya know the guy you have a big fat love hate crush on, Bakugou Katsuki.
He sucks his teeth, mutters "trashy" under his breath and you flick him off with burning cheeks.
And somehow around two or three am you find yourself plastered to him, forehead to forehead with that tiny shirt pushed away from your now bruised and bitten tits.
His hips rocking as he fucks his fist, his face sticky from your cum before he's shooting rope after hot rope onto your spasming stomach all while looking you dead in the eyes.
It's quiet for a moment, the two of you panting, him closing the gap between your mouths for a kiss only for you to interrupt the action.
"Thought you said this was trashy." Sharp claws tugging at the shirt. Breaking what little bonding was made between the two of you. Katsuki snarls then scoffs as he rolls his eyes. Slapping your sensitive cunt hard enough it echos.
"It is. Why else did ya think I didn't cum inside?"
if you dont mind,can i have baku with a mommy kink?loved your needy bakugou fic,it had me clenching my thiiighs😳🥵
this has literally been in my inbox for 2 years but i was saving it for when i had inspiration. | bakugo x gn!reader (but he calls you mommy) | nsfw !!! minors dni !!! also why is it a little angsty i'm sorry about that sjkfdhg
thinking of bakugo only letting loose with you, only allowing himself to be that vulnerable when he's with you. he didn't even realize he had that kink until he was settled in his relationship with you, coming to a realization when he noticed how much he loved getting taken care of by you.
he wasn't really used to that. he was brash and blunt and aggressive, and most of all independent. he was always looking out for others, despite his tough approach, not the other way around.
so when you broke down his walls and let him rest his head on your chest, cooing at him that he was your baby and that you'd take care of him, he didn't even know what to do, but he knew he loved it. a lot. maybe too much.
but sometimes, he doesn't feel like he's deserving of that nurturing affection. so he's a little rougher on the exterior, even though inside he's dying for your soft touch and words. especially on those days where he feels he didn't do his best at work. he wasn't fast enough, he was too sloppy, someone could have gotten hurt, etc.
he tries to push you away (it's bad he knows, but he can't control it), giving you curt responses, not looking you in the eye, cause he knows once he does, he'll want to melt into you completely.
so he makes you work for it a little bit, unintentionally though, cause in his mind, he's the one that has to work for it, to earn it.
"katsu c'mere." your voice is soft, beckoning him over like a siren, and he literally clenches his fists and his jaw to refuse.
"m'busy." he goes into the kitchen, letting out a tense breath.
he gets a bottle of water from the fridge and places it in front of him on the counter, leaning forward on both his hands, going completely stiff when he feels your arms slide around his middle, too caught up in his head to even hear your footsteps.
"that wasn't very nice, baby."
he both loves and hates how your words send a thrill through his body, how you already have him in your clutches.
you're not mean to him, not with your voice anyway. that's the distinct difference between you two, you're not rough, you're always soft, even when he thinks he doesn't deserve it. and it makes him feel like shit sometimes. like he doesn't deserve you. but he won't say it, he can't. because what if once he says it out loud, you realize he's right and you leave him?
he doesn't think he deserves you, no. but he's too selfish to let you go.
he's brought back to the moment when your hands slide up and down his torso. you smell good, and your soft pressed up against him, he can barely think straight, already feeling himself slip through the cracks.
he doesn't respond but you know what's wrong with him.
"rough day?" you don't expect a response, so you simply press a few kisses on his back, feeling him loosen up with each press of your lips, and smile to yourself. you're sure he can feel it, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"let me see you." your voice is warm, tempting, but he still hesitates, only slightly straightening up.
"come on, baby." you squeeze him lightly before stepping back, immediately making him miss your warmth.
he turns to face you like you pulled him, and you did really, just not physically. his gaze is on the floor, but you're having none of that.
you step closer to him until you're pressed against him, your hands on his waist, and you can see the veins in his arms from how hard he's holding back, his hands in his pockets, itching to touch you.
you slide your hands up to his chest slowly. "can you look up for me?" he takes a second, but once he does, you smiles at him, luring him further into your hold. you have his heart right in the palms of your hands.
"take a deep breath with me." you nod at him, tempting him to follow your lead and he does, eyes roaming over your face like he still can't believe you're here, with him, for him. just looking at you has him feeling a thousand times better than when he walked in.
you smile even wider when he breathes with you. "good, baby."
you raise your arms, not even trying to reach his face, knowing he's far too tall, and he follows the silent request, leaning down so he's at your height. your hands hold his face gently and his eyes flutter shut for a moment before looking back at you, his gaze much softer than before, like a switch was flipped.
you kiss him and he whimpers, hands finally coming to touch you, arms wrapped around your torso like he's never letting you go. he lets you take the lead, letting you consume him wholeheartedly.
you pull back to let the both of you take a breath, knowing katsuki would rather reach his last breath then pull away from you. "m'here, yeah? i've got you." you notice his eyes are a little glazed over and slightly glassy right before he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent and holding you tight.
his voice is muffled and he mumbles but you make out the words against your shoulder. "m'sorry mommy."
you hold him tighter, wanting to hold him together. "it's okay baby, you're okay. let me take care of you, yeah?"
and when you're both finally in bed, him on his back fully nude, hands on your thighs as you sit on top of him still in your underwear, he's looking up at you like you're the moon and stars, moaning when you grind against him.
you slide one hand up his chest, the other holding the side of his face, leaning in close so your lips graze his and his hips buck up into you, making you smirk. "i'll take good care of you, baby. promise."
he nods before you even finish your sentence, completely in your control. "please."
Bakugou would definitely punish you by making you ride a dildo around the same size as him while he got to jerk off.
Now, this might not sound like too harsh of a punishment, compared to other punishments he's gave you before but he would make this go on for hours and hours.
You would be on your 7th orgasm, legs absolutely dead, the bedsheets beneath you soaked and Katsuki is stroking his cock and saying, "Keep going, dumb baby. Keep making a mess for me. You dont stop until I tell you to."
You can be begging, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he does not give a single damn. He'll laugh and mock your pout and sniffles, insisting that you can take it.
"Awwww is princess gonna cry? Cant you take it? Poor thing, you better not fucking stop unless you dont wanna cum for a year."
And like the good baby you are, you listened. Finally, after he's satisfied, he'll let you stop...but he's been edging himself all night and he needs some relief so....
S-slow sleepy morning sex with cowboy Katsuki where the colors of the sunrise slowly start to spread across the sky while you’re wrapped up in one another
Bakugo who in all the times you’ve had sex he’s never bottomed out. Bakugo who is just so freaking big that you can’t take all of him and he doesn’t try, waiting for when your ready. Bakugo who when you’re being a brat will put his hand around your neck, leaning close to your ear so you can feel his breath with every word, saying, “you got a lot to say for someone who can’t even take all my inches.” And that being the end of that. Bakugo who’ll nudge his cock just a little further to tease you and see you melt around him.
Bakugo who when you finally do try to take all of him, he almost cums on spot. Feeling your tightness around him, swallowing him, making his mind go blank feeling all of himself in you for the first time. Bakugo who’ll want to savor the moment, giving you time and taking it slow. Rocking his hips and his eyes permanently rolled to the back of his head, not even able to say a smartass remark or comment cause of how good you feel. Bakugo who does slow deep thrusts, making sure you feel every new inch. Bakugo who cums and shakes the second he feels your walls flutter around him as you start to cum. Bakugo who gives you so much praise during aftercare. He’s so gentle and telling you how proud he is that you took all of him, and how good you felt
i love the idea of bakugo corrupting kirishima so much like just encourage him about his yandere tendencies and surely with the two being so close of course some of Bakugo's traits rub off on him.
Bakugo telling Kirishima how it's ok that they're fucking kidnapping you while you're crying so much, begging them to stop like "She'll get use to it" or "We'll just fucking knock her up n she'll be good"
Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki
♡ AN: It's strange, but I always picture it the other way around? Hope you enjoy my take on the dynamic.
♡ TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, stalking, misogyny
♡ FEM reader
Bad Influence
It's not much of a secret that Bakugou doesn't quite enjoy being robbed of his self-restraint each time his focus is pulled from what's important and his eyes forced to look at little ditzy you.
But somehow that busy-bee swing you have in your hip when you bob down the corridor, and the way you clutch your textbooks so tight to your chest and squish your tits, has his eyes zeroing in on you no matter how hard he tries resisting it.
He knows well he's by no means any saint, but he wants to be able to say that he at least tries meeting the standards of being a somewhat decent guy.
But for fuck's sake-
That dorky wave you pull where you wiggle your small fingers all delicately in the air like a complete flirty tease doesn't help. Nor does the way you cheer all your words in that terribly nerdy sweetly girly tone of yours.
And though it should, that entirely innocent smile you give him makes it no easier to think straight either.
He hates the dirty thoughts that bubble up.
He hates wanting to sniff you each time you pass by him.
He hates thinking of how much he wants to squish your adorable baby-face in his hand.
He hates how much he wants to make you cry.
He hates thinking about taking your little plush body against the nearest wall. Of lifting your short school skirt over the dome of your little round ass and pinch the fat there until you whine. Of tearing your pink panties down to your knees. Of ripping them off and sticking them inside his pocket.
He hates how fucking aroused the thought of making you walk around the school panty-less makes him. Imagining how cute you'd bat your lashes at him all bashful and doe-eyed, pushing your knees together and biting down on your plump bottom lip as you desperately try pulling your skirt further down as far as you can.
Or...
Perhaps he just doesn't like getting snagged on Kirishima's pointy smirk each time the boy catches him redhanded in his daily perverted daydreams...
Still, he tries his best at abstaining from looking at you when you're in compromising positions.
But, it's hard with Kirishima acting like the devil perched on his shoulder.
Always alerting him of how cute your butt is each time you bend over to pick up that pencil you clumsily dropped on the ground. Jabbing his side with his elbow when you stand on your tippy-toes reaching for that book on the top shelves. Stretching so that your shirt slips from out your skirt and rides up to give a tempting show of your no-doubt soft skin.
He'll fight so hard to keep his depraved perverted thoughts to himself, to push them down, suppress them in the deepest darkest pits of his desires, flush them from his mind to focus on something less criminal, something that won't have him choke on his spit and blush bright red when you turn your ditzy little clueless head to look at him in the exact moment he's imagining something filthy starring you.
He doesn't even dare talk to you. Even when you do your little wave and give your bright greeting.
He just scowls at you.
Still, clueless you, oblivious to how the ash-blonde dreams of spitting in your mouth while you moan and take his cock, think him and his redheaded counterpart make for the cutest couple on campus.
The bright one always roaring with laughter and poking fun at the other one's tight frown, pulling him along instead of leaving him to grumpily brood in solitude.
Silly you thinks they're adorable.
You think it's romantic how such stark opposites attract.
Like something straight out of a movie.
And it's true.
Kirishima isn't anything like Bakugou at all.
Goofy and kind with just the right amount of playfully charming to make your cheeks heat up.
He always gives you a great big toothy grin in return and a dumb boyish wave that has his entire body swaying to follow the exaggerated movement of his arm as he hollers at you.
He walks up behind you and grabs that book you were trying to reach for you. Handing it you with a lop-sided grin that's perfectly disarming as well as handsome. Sparkling white, making your stomach do little flips as you take the book out of his much larger hands.
Bakugou just hates how you splutter out your words when you thank the redhead all so nervously. He hates how you bow your head and grind the tip-off your shoe into the floor when Kirishima gives you his deceptively good-natured words of welcome in return.
He hates how the whole show turns him on like nothing else.
But more than anything, he hates the shitty look on Kirishima's face once he turns his head quite subtly to the side to look to him with an expression so smug he's unsure whether he wants to knock his stupid croc-teeth right out or kiss him until breathing becomes hard.
But that would be giving him what he wants.
The innocent act doesn't fool him.
He knows full-well what the scheming two-faced little shit is up to.
He can see it plain as day in that alarmingly dangerous twinkle in his matching red eyes as he flirts with little flustered you.
He makes the blonde even rowdier than before, nearly uncontainable were he sits and stares at the two of you giggling with each other.
"Would you fuck-off with that shit already?" He barks once the red-head finally makes it back to their study-date, done taking a break to play with little adorable clueless you.
"What?" He simply smirked, laughing mockingly at the visibly angry blonde sitting with folded arms in front of spread textbooks and busy notes. "You're the one who's dirty sock has her pretty name on it, creep."
Bakugou's jaw clenched as he suppressed what curse words he urged to fling at the infuriating imp sitting apposed from him.
He sighed and threw his head back to let it hang off the chair's back. Looking to the stale grey ceiling of the library. Counting the tiles before closing his eyes and sighing out again.
"You've made your point." He stated, now calmly.
Bakugou, in all his narcissistic rights, believing he knew why the sturdy male was acting the way he was.
"I've been distracted, I'm sorry." The blond apologised.
But the sincere apology was only met with Eijirou's laughs.
"You're so cute-" He smiled, earning him the look of a frustrated and confused boyfriend. "But not everything is about you, King Explosion Murder God Dynamight."
Kirishima stopped laughing, though his smile still present and looking every bit as ready to tear through skin like a chainsaw.
"I think she's cute too." He said, voice having shed its friendly tone.
And Katsuki's skin spiked with a million goosebumps at the haunting of what impure ulterior motives he was hinting at.
"But you know what?" The shark-toothed male simpered.
Turning to face you again. The blonde followed the redhead's gaze to where you sat undisturbed knowing and wishing no ill-will at the other library study table some meters away from the pair. The tip of your pencil caught between your lips as you tilted your head at the fat book plopped down in front of you.
"She'd look even cuter sandwiched between us." He mused darkly.
Two pairs of stark red-eyes never once leaving you, as though you were a peaceful rabbit in a flower field and they were foxes on the hunt hiding in the grass.
"Don't you think?"
Bakugou looked away from you with a snap of his head, slight hint of rose dusting his cheeks with bright pink, sensing his battle for morality was already forfeit.
Where, as much as Bakugou would like to boast and say that he was immune to the redhead's persuasion...
In spite of spotting how Kiri's smile curves sinisterly in those moments when no-one but him is looking...
He, quite like everyone else, falls right into the honey-trap time and time again.
Where despite all his practice of self-restraint and in waste of all those times he'd talked himself out of fucking his fist when thinking of you. Those enticingly tempting words dripping from Kirishima’s tongue so brazenly acted like a sanction to the fire-type, who simply couldn’t resist the image of your tiny plush body and terribly adorable face squeaking out precious moans and whimpers while the two of them breed you full like what a sweet cute ditz like you deserves.
And it doesn't help that you're too sweet to even consider saying no when Kirishima approaches you.
Gullible people-pleasing you nearly jump with enthusiasm when the redhead asks you for tutoring help. Nodding your head like such a well-manored goody-two-shoes when he invites you to his dorm-room. Gushing with gratitude when he offers to carry your bag for you. Snorting on your laughs when he cracks joke after joke as though he's got an endless supply to charm you with.
Ditzy dork completely distracted from seeing him secretly text Bakugou.
Phone held at his side real smooth and out of sight, while the two of you walk side by side as he guides unsuspecting sweet you right into his trap where another tall strong male is waiting with sweaty palms and and an almost violent urge to play with you outweighing his burdening morals.
Kirishima isn't struggling whatsoever though.
Like a true sociopath, he's playing the perfect gentleman with the perfect smile and the perfect amount of pressure in his hand laid on the small of your back as he guides you forward. Opening the door for you. Welcoming you inside. Taking your jacket and feigning nervousness as he scratches the back of his neck and tells you that he's sorry that his room's such a mess.
And sweet little unknowing you obviously just giggle. Completely unaware that it was the signal Bakugou was waiting for to come out of hiding.
No... Kirishima doesn't struggle at all...
He has no problems holding you down. No guilt burdening him when bending your helplessly weak arms behind your back and pulling you against his chest in his lap as he lays down with you on the bed.
He shushes you smoothly, with that same suave voice he's been buttering you up with the entire week, giving you chills as to how completely calm he can be when doing something as disturbing as violating his peer.
And poor little you is so terribly confused at first.
You almost don't believe it because you don't want to believe it.
You're almost convinced it must be some cruel prank he's pulling, like the ones you see in movies, where the handsome popular hero student picks on the nerdy nobody from general studies.
But this is so much worse than a movie.
Because the bud of the joke doesn't come and soon he's got his hands on places that's barely been touched by anyone but yourself.
And that's when the fear finally comes. Settling like snow on your skin, until it goes seeping into your bones like the cold in late autumn.
Biting like winter once you recognise the spike-y ash-blonde hair of Bakugou round the corner.
The white sleeves of his shirt rolled up to just above his elbows, buttons undone halfway down, flexing scarred brawn you cannot ever hope to fight against.
He crawls over you with heavy hands and knees sinking into the mattress. Trapping you even further where you lie tight against Kirishima's chest.
The two of them manuevering as though it was only natural, as though it'd been carefully thought through a million times before.
And you can tell the blond has been waiting once you feel the hard tent kept constrained rubbing against your thigh, making your stomach fold in every haunting way.
You're on your back like a flipped ladybug struggling to get up. Hands trapped beneath you with your tits face-up and jutting forward for the face that ducks to rub between them. Beard-stubble harsh on you sensitive skin.
His hands move impatiently. Tampering with the buttons as though it's his first time and Kirishima chuckles at him like it's all some cute gesture even though he's clumsily struggling at stripping you off your clothes in order to violate you.
You try screaming rather than begging once Kirishima's large paw grabs a handful of your tit, but his other hand had already taken repercussions. Forming a tight lock over your mouth, making any and every noise you try squeaking out sound like lewd whines and moans instead of pitiful pleas of mercy.
You choke on your heart once your eyes meet Bakugou's bleeding red gaze, where he looks at you like a dog drooling for steak.
Your arms savagely bent behind your back, tucked away from intervening while making you chest strut forward where he'd buttoned up your shirt for the sake of seeing your sweet tits squeezed together within your pretty bra.
Your waist still gripped by your short black school skirt, doing little to protect you from him where the pleated edges ride up your thighs, giving for a show of your chaste cotton underwear beneath it.
Your thigh-highs squeezing into the soft cake of your flesh. Teasing him. Making him want to squeeze you even tighter. Grab and hug and bite you.
The tears spring free once Bakugou's clammy hands start groping at your ass. His fingers curling around the band of your panites and pulling down your thighs and knees and legs before ripping it off at your thrashing feet, leaving you shaking in just your cute bra, skirt and socks.
Your knees quaking as they huddle together, pointlessly trying to protect what tenderness found between your thighs from the beast on top.
But Bakugou pays your meagre efforts no mind.
He just reaches forward and grabs your legs, prying them apart. Having falling much too deep into his desperate need of fuck you dumb than to care of the resistance you might put up beforehand.
Especially when most of your struggle was kept contained by redhead beneath, where all your other pathetic thrashing only resulted in the blond's raging temper, where with much unneeded brute strength he roughly grabbed you by the calf before you managed breaking his nose with your clumsy panicked kicking.
You cry out under the assault. Bawling into Kirishima's hand and try pulling your bruised legs back to yourself. Whimpering all cutely for the strong men you're caught between.
But the redhead only tuts at you, his other hand keeping a tight grip around your waist, keeping you close. His cheek squished against your cheek, rubbing against your hot tears while his lips kiss at the space right next to the hand kept like a muzzle over your mouth.
"Don't struggle, baby girl." He whispers, his breath warm and ticklish against the peach-fuzz on your cheek. "You wouldn't guess it, but Pop-rocks here's extremely sensitive you see." He chuckled. "Fight too much and he'll start feeling insecure. And trust me, you don't wanna be hurting his flimsy feelings-"
"Shut up, Shitty-hair." Bakugou interrupted in a growl and you felt the sharp teeth of Kirishima's smirk graze your cheek, making you still. "And make her stop squirming."
“You hear that, sweetheart? Already on his last straw..." The redhead threatened playfully.
And all you could do was whimper pitifully in return.
"You'll be a good girl for us, won't you?" He asked, kissing your cheek tenderly, making you whine whilst Bakugou's coarse fingers greedily carded into the plush fat of your thighs. "We don't wanna hurt yah, toots, but one way or the other, today and tomorrow, we're gonna figure out how many times we can make you cum before you pass out."
His words had you shudder while bleating. Big pleading eyes looking to the blonde on top of you, silently begging him to stop.
But Bakugou paid little attention to what transpired from Kirishima's pointed teeth and your reaction to his cruel words.
He was much too busy doing what he'd imagined so many times before when stalking you to have the focus to amuse his boyfriend's petty intimidation games.
There were more important things waiting for him after all.
His strength barely needed as he grabbed you beneath the knees and pushed your thighs to each their side.
Already salivating at the mouth. His dick drummed at the thought of fucking you into a wet little cross-eyes mess.
Thoughts drifting to what a good little bookworm you were. Always chewing your pencil with your eyes flitting over textbook pages. Your knees tapping against one another, giving him a slight peek at your panties each time your thighs softly clap together beneath the table.
And Kirishima got hard with you twisting against his chest as he watched the blond's eyes go opium-black with soaking dark desire. His spiky ash-blond locks ducking down as he pulled you forward with his meaty arms looped and locked around your thighs.
Hot eager tongue meeting your exposed cunt hungrily. Making you squeak and Kirishima chuckle wickedly whilst holding you still.
Bakugou's red eyes couldn't leave you. Looking up between the the valley of your tits squished in your white floral-lace bra, at your pretty teary eyes and that sweet crinkle between your brows, and your tiny face caught inside Kirishima's large scarred paw.
He grabbed you harder with a rowdy growl, spiked by the cute lewd sight of you, sucking harder at your clit. Some part of him getting immensely off on how fucked up what he was doing was, and how he was doing it to sweetest kindest you.
Angelic you, who reacted with a whine as he curved his tongue inside you. Kicking the balls of your feet into his back, digging them into his muscles, gripping his shirt with curled toes, trying any desperate attempt to pull him off.
But Bakugou didn't mind your pathetic aims.
In fact, it all just made him seem all the more keen.
Further abusing how lapping at your poor little bundle of nerves had your back arching from Kiri's chest and your doughy thighs quaking in his arms.
"You should feel lucky." Kirishima broke your struggle, licking your cheek with words. "He doesn't eat me like that."
Bakugou grunted. "'Cause you drink too much soda-" He mumbled, his angry eyes dragging from intently watching your face twist along the sharp movements he made with his lips and tongue, to glaring at the redhead by your side. "Tastes like acid- not sweet like this."
"Ouch, Bakuboo." Kirishima feigned hurt. "I thought you'd be sweeter once I gave you this little gift." He teased as his rough hand spidered up your back while still keeping you down with the other. Tampering with the clasp to your bra. Pinching the mechanism and releasing your breasts.
"Tch-" Bakugou scoffed, scooching further up the bed again. "Don't think I owe you anything. We both know this's as much for me as it is for you."
His thighs touched yours as he circled your clit with the rough base of his thumb. Rubbing patterns on top of it. Making you whimper and writhe as his lips once again came to kiss your chest, now with your nipples free for him to suck on.
"Yeah, but if it'd been up to you we'd be stuck daydreaming about this cutie forever. Wouldn't we, Scaredy-Kat?" Kirishima further poked whilst Bakugou tried comforting himself from the snide comments in the pillow of your chest. Rather fixating on how wet with you his hand was, how silken and velvety and soft your cunt now was after he'd sucked and tasted you.
Your breathing stilled as you felt him tease your opening for a second. Crying more as he pushed his crooked fingers inside your drooling cunt. Starting to pump and work your tightness. Briefly preparing you whilst his cock strained close to painfully inside his pants.
"Shut up, Shitty-hair..." He grumbled, rising from your chest.
Fingers wet as they fiddled with the belt to his pants. Ripping it loose from it's loops and throwing it to clatter on the floors.
"Heh, I'm just teasing yah..." Kirishima crooned, large red eyes glued to watch the man in front buttoning up his slacks.
Watching intently as he reached a large hand within his trousers. Freeing the thick meat kept bulging within the confines of his boxers.
Standing proudly, purple veins strumming up the shaft on both sides, pumping blood to the head that seemed angry by the long wait it had endured.
The redhead felt your whimpers vibrate against his palm, where you as well were no doubt watching the same intimidating sight as him.
"You know I like watching you have fun." He whispered, though it wasn't meant for you.
Tone playful and wanton and sadistically gleeful as he continued watching the blond play with your cute dripping cunt with one hand and himself with the other.
Strong fingers rubbing up and down his own size. Thick where they spread you open and rubbed cruel friction upon your buzzing clit.
And you could only watch as he shuffled forward some more. Pushing his plush bulged and weeping cock-head against your slit, where leaking from his slit dribbled hot pre-cum he painted your folds with, mixing it up and down your own wetness, as you desperately sobbed to let them free you.
But Kirishima held you tightly. One arm locked over your waist, keeping your arms to your sides, whilst the other still kept your pleas muffled.
And your scream once Bakugo pushed forward and filled your tightness up snug with one swift roll of his hips.
Barreling forward with a deep groan. He squeezed your thighs tight in a bruising grip and hissed at the tightness. Sure to leave spotted marks on your skin where his fingers dup inches into your flesh.
His head dipped down to your shoulder, continuing to push deeper inside even though he was already at your cervix. His scruff brushing against your cheek as he placed sluggish kisses alongside your jaw.
Your body tense between them. Tense with pain and fear of tearing in two once the blond started moving. Dragging his thick length out where your taunt walls clung to him. Slowly at first, but soon with such a force you were rocked like a boat in a storm. Your tits doing jumps and your legs springing where they where held in the air. Feeling someway weightless and lightheaded being stuffed full in one second and robbed in the other.
Kirishima removed his hand and you were just a second to late to beg them to stop before Bakugou had your mouth stuffed with the frill of your pink lace panties.
You sobbed again, but sucked on the cloth for comfort as you thighs ached from the constant pain of having the strong hero-student's fingers bury themselves greedily into the flesh there. Having you spread wide as he rolled his thickness inside your weeping wet cunt, milking him uncontrollably as the other brute's hand clasped atop you belly, with abusive fingers as coarse as rock flicking mercilessly on your poor budding clit, making you clench so tightly on the member taking up space inside he couldn't last longer even if he'd wanted to.
You were sure his nails tore your flesh. His mouth leaving your neck wet with drool as he groaned into you on last time.
You could feel it filling you with warmth. Dripping from you hole where he was still pumping it into you in slow and deep bumps against your womb.
Disgust drained your veins of their blood, making you feel sick.
Overwhelmed with dejection, where still a mixture of disbelief of what had just happened still lingered in those places you still felt warm and safe deep within.
Your flesh crawled, where in the cold sweat layered like dew on your skin you felt used. And in the harsh pressure beneath the four handprints that pawed at you, you felt fear.
But somehow, in the way warm cum seemed to cool as it dripped from your cunt where the male was done pumping it into you, you felt relieved that it was all finally over.
You closed your eyes and cringed as Bakugou's softening dick slinked out of you.
Breathing better once Kirishima did you the justice of pulling your panties out of your mouth.
He happily watched you pant before looking to Bakugou who'd collapsed on top of you. Ruffling his ash-blonde head.
"Mmh..." He hummed, shifting beneath you. "My turn, buttercup."
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Read before bedtime! College Years is a collection of twenty short erotic thrillers, each with a loose theme revolving around college—and co
