Heyy this has been on my mind since reading your polybakusquad post , like Hispanic reader and her and mina dress up sluty for Halloween , the boys get jealous they go home and get their freak on and reader is js talking in Spanish the whole time sero only understanding

KINKTOBER DAY 27: GANGBANG
Pairing: Poly!Bakusquad x Hispanic!F!Reader
Synopsis: In which you and your pretty ass girlfriend Mina get some punishments in your candy bag instead of treats when your sexy ass boyfriends decide that they don’t like all the attention your costumes are getting at a costume party and you’re fucked so good that you start speaking in your second language. Lucky for you, a certain Spanish-speaking pro is happy to fill the others in on what you’re babbling about.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Poly!Pro!Bakusquad (Late 20s-Early 30s); Everyone Dates Everyone; Slutty Halloween Costumes (Angel!Reader x Devil!Mina); Jealous BFs; Sixsome/Gangbang; BF!Sero x GF!Reader Centric; Ownership; Possessive Sex; Mild BDSM; Bilingual!Reader; Bilingual!Sero; Doggy w/ 69ing; Boy on Boy (I like seeing guys kiss lol); Mild Electric Play; sub!Reader x sub!Mina; Mutual Oral; Daddy/Papi Kink; Mutual O; Everybody Cums lol
Word Count: 4.6k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: This request was waaaaay too hot not to fulfill & use for a Kinktober entree. Alsoooo I’m not a native Spanish speaker AT ALL so most of this was put in a translation generator. If anything looks or sounds inaccurate, PLEASE tell me! I don’t wanna offend anyone who speaks Spanish! -Jazz
Credits: Divider made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!
“Uh-uh, stop doing that,” Sero growls, gripping your chin tight so you can look at him.
“Doing what?” you stammer. His eyes are ablaze with an irritated fire that somehow makes you wetter, squelching around his fingers.
“Speaking Spanish like no one can understand you. You ain’t slick.”
You whimper as he curls his fingers upward inside of you, brushing your internal clit. You toss your head back into Kirishima’s broad shoulder, his beefy arms wrapped tight around you with your arms clanked down tight to your sides so you can’t move.
You sit in Kiri’s lap, your legs spread wide and your white mini skirt hiked up to expose the beginning of your white thigh-high socks, your creamy thighs, and puffy pussy oozing wetness onto Sero’s fingers.
Kiri laughs, keeping his head back slightly to not get hit in the face by the fake, fuzzy halo on top of your head. “I knew that’s what she was doing. What, you can’t let us in on what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, slutty girl?” He pecks you on the cheek as he unwraps an arm from you to toy with your tits and hard nipples spilling out of your laced white corset.
He is so strong and buffed up that one arm wrapped around your midsection and arms is all it takes for you to feel restricted. He chuckles, sliding his tongue down your neck as Sero kneels down to inspect your cunt further as you suck in his fingers. “Or are you feelin’ as good as Pinkie here that your brain got kicked into your second language?”
You look over at your beautiful Mina in her devil costume, her red pleather skirt hiked up over her perfectly-round ass that she has in Bakugou’s face. His Ghostface mask is cocked up to expose his handsome face as he fingers her from behind, his thick digits plunged in her wet pussy while she sucks off Denki.
The honey blonde-haired pro in his Pikachu onesie bites his lip as he forces his cock deeper down Mina’s throat, causing the headband where her red horns are on her head to slide down her face. Denki fixes them, tugging his zipper to his onesie down more to expose his heavy balls. “That’s it, you little devil,” he coos, toying with Mina’s tits dripping out of her red corset. “Take that fuckin’ dick. It’s what you need.”
Mina suddenly yelps, pulling herself off of Denki’s dick coated in her red lipgloss to look back at Bakugou as he nips at her pussy with his teeth. “Fuck, Bakugou!” she whines. “That’s s-so mean!”
He glares at her from over her ass, her red thong pulled aside to expose her dripping pussy. “Shut up,” he growls. “You’re lucky I’m even doin’ this to you. I could’ve done way worse considerin’ what you and this other slut got up to earlier.”
He cuts his heated look over at you as you squirm in Kiri’s arms. Sero chuckles from between your thighs, his Jason hockey mask turned up so you can see his handsome face and beautiful lips pierced with snakebites. “Oh, yeeeeah, that shit at the party. I could’ve sworn Midoriya and them were gonna fuck you right on that dance floor.”
He pauses to give your pussy an open-mouthed suck, making you gasp. You’re fairly sure that you’re leaking all over Kiri’s “Good Guy” overalls in his Chucky costume, but you know he could care less since you can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass the same way it was at the party.
Oh, how you loved feeling that. Combined with the bubbly feeling you got from the tequila shots you did with Mina during a pregame at the house and the fruity goodness of the spiked punch that Hawks fixed for the party, it made you increasingly bold. And extremely horny.
You and your partners were invited to Hawks’ annual costume party along with your other mutual pro hero friends. You decided to dress as a sexy angel with fake wings and all while Mina did a saucy devil. Your costumes, of course, grabbed some eyes despite your very possessive, very protective pro hero boyfriends, in addition to your dance moves.
After a couple of cups, you were grinding against Mina and accidentally flashing your panties to a few other guys at the party. You grew incredibly social too, giggling at Hawks’ jokes, chatting with Deku about upcoming anime, and gushing over Fatgum’s cooking while he blushed. You touched Todoroki’s arm and hugged Mirio longer than necessary, complimenting his grip since he’s been in the gym lately.
And this all made your guys mad. Very, very mad. Mad enough for Bakugou to literally carry you out of the party, much to your dismay, while Kiri scooped Mina up onto his shoulder. You knew it was coming judging by the scathing looks they would shoot you across the room for bending over and shaking your ass, practically in their friends’ faces. But all of that only made you bolder and feel even sexier than when you walked in in your white corset that pushed up your tits, white mini skirt, and red bottom pumps that your guys bought you.
But now, here you are, paying the price for your sins. “First you and Mina try to make us jealous,” Sero tuts. “Now you’re speakin’ in your other language as if I can’t understand you.”
“Sero, no,” you whine through your glossy, trembling lips. “I-I wasn’t–” His fierce looks makes you pause. “Sorry, what?” he asks, his tone firm. You wither, your stomach flipping. “No, Papì,” you correct yourself. “I wasn’t doing that, I promise! I swear!”
“But why the sudden change, baby girl?” Kiri coos as his cock throbs underneath you. “As hot as it is, some of your Daddies can’t understand ya. You don’t wanna talk to us?” He presses a finger to your cheek, making you turn to look at him and his fake, bloody scars on his face.
“N-No,” you whimper. “I-I just…” You pause, unable to really piece together a proper sentence as Sero slurps on your pussy again. “You what, cutie?” Denki snickers. “You just love how you’re feelin’ right now? You just love that we’re breakin’ that pretty little brain?”
He leans over to give your pussy a harsh smack, an electric shock buzzing from his palm onto your clit. “Ah!” you gasp, gritting your teeth at the sudden shock of pain. It only makes you wetter, much to Sero’s enjoyment.
Bakugou huffs from behind Mina, his hands gripping her ass. “Of course, you would. You both would. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two planned this.”
“We didn’t plan shit,” Mina grunts, spit dripping from her red lips as she glares back at the platinum blonde. “You’re the ones who said you liked our costumes.”
SMACK!
Both Bakugou and Denki give her ass a smack, causing her to wail. “Bratty little bitch,” Bakugou growls.
Denki cackles, shoving his cock back into the pink-haired girl’s mouth. “S’okay, Bakugou. We can teach this one some manners all night.” He gazes down at her, rocking his hips to fuck her throat. “Somethin’ tells me she wouldn’t protest to that,” he chuckles. “Wouldya, baby girl?” Mina only whimpers in reply.
“But you,” Bakugou says, turning his crimson eyes on you. You gulp, your mind racing. “If you’re gonna be speakin’ in that sexy second tongue, we’ve got a translator for that.” He cuts his eyes to Sero who pulls away from your pussy, smirking. “Bet,” he chuckles, roughly squeezing your ass. “Nothin’ gets me harder than hearin’ you speak my language, mami.”
Kiri hums in agreement, nuzzling his nose into your sweet-smelling hair as both of his hands cup your tits, massaging them. “Such a sweet lil’ angel,” he coos. Sero playfully flicks one of your fake wings strapped to your back, grinning. “You had just the right costume tonight.”
Bakugou rises from his spot behind Mina and kneels onto the bed, already working his fly open to free his big, hard, pulsing dick. “Our friends certainly thought so,” he bitterly states. “And you two liked that shit, didn’t you?”
“No, Daddy,” you and Mina both reply in unison, only resulting in two harsh spanks on your asses from the hotheaded blonde. “Liars. We saw the way you were smilin’ in that damn Deku and Half-In-Half’s faces.”
“Even Hitoshi seemed very interested in your costume, baby girl,” Denki adds, smacking his hard dick against Mina’s face, ever the sadist. “I’ve never seen that guy ogle a girl in his life!”
You try to remember if all of that happened and if maybe you did give off the vibes that you were flirting with anyone other than your boyfriends, but it’s hard to remember much when you’re pumped full of booze. “W-We were just having fun, Papis (Daddies),” you moan. “We promise! We wore these costumes for you!”
Sero holds your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him. “Then you’ll have to prove it to us, pretty girl,” he whispers. “You can do that, can’t you? All it takes is you and this sexy body of yours.” You watch with one hand as he unzips his fly and peels the flap to his briefs away.
He lets you reach inside to retrieve his hard, throbbing, veiny cock, the tip pierced with a silver ring. His smirk is wicked and almost carnal, knowing that he’s hooked you judging by your sharp intake of breath…or maybe that’s just from his fingers still slowly fucking your pussy. “Can you do that for us, mami?”
You whimper as he rubs your clit with his palm while Kiri continues to rub your tits, gently pinching your dark brown nipples. “Sì, Papi,” you obediently reply. “I promise.” The four men smile, pleased by your submission. “Can you abide by that too, Pinkie?” Bakugou teases, slapping his cock against her pussy lips, earning a few sticky, wet sounds in response.
Mina groans, Denki’s cock slipping out of her mouth as she jerks him off, her red nails glistening and shining against his shaft. “Y-Yes,” she stammers. “Just please, please touch me!”
The four men laugh at her, your poor little Mina. Bakugou leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to her ass, giving it a mere smack. “So whiny. We’re gonna have to plug that mouth up.” He crawls over to where Denki is, practically shoving the guy out of the way to replace his spot.
You and Mina watch as Bakugou strips off his costume, exposing every inch of his perfectly muscled body, but your excitement grows when he decides to keep the mask on. “Suck me off and maybe I’ll forgive you,” he softly growls, wrapping a hand around his cock to offer Mina. She stares at it, eyes wide and her tongue jutting out to taste his tip.
“Hang on a sec,” Denki says, his cock twitching at the sight. “I wanna taste her while she does it. Let’s test her to see if she can focus.” He pauses, winking at the platinum blonde. “She won’t. My tongue is too good.”
You watch with interest and arousal as Denki strips off the rest of his costume, leaving himself naked too, and lies back onto the bed. Mina assumes the position, straddling his face and facing his cock while Bakugou kneels in front of her, plunging himself in her mouth. “Fuck,” he groans, grabbing a fistful of her pink curls as she gets to work, bobbing her head and slurping him up as she jerks Denki off with one of her pretty hands.
Sero slides his fingers out of you and sucks your wetness off before Kiri dumps you onto the bed. You assume the position: all fours with your ass exposed underneath your dress. Sero strips, exposing every inch of his lean muscle and tattoos to you. He, too, keeps his hockey mask on, adding to the thrill of roleplay sex. “C’mere, mami,” he coos, beckoning you forward with his finger and his hard cock. “It’s right here for you. Come and get it.”
Quickly, you wrap your lips around him and begin to greedily suck, sliding your mouth up and down his shaft. “Shit!” Sero swears while Bakugou lets out a long hiss of pleasure, Mina’s mouth working overtime beside you. Sero gently strokes your hair as he feeds you all of his dick, staring at you through the holes of his mask. “How does Papi taste, puta? Good?”
At the mention of such a naughty word being uttered in Spanish, your pussy throbs and gushes around air, but is soon shown mercy when you feel Kiri’s tongue slide among your wet folds. “Mmmph!” you moan around Sero’s cock. You pop off of him, leaving a string of spit in your wake, to moan in pleasure. “Coño, por favor! (Fuck, please!)”
“I understood that,” the redhead chuckles. “Sorry, baby. Your pussy looked like she needed some attention too.” He kneels beside the bed to cup your ass, sliding his tongue along your pussy, sucking your clit. Sero’s cock throbs as you moan around his dick, your glittery lashes fluttering. “Let her sit on your face, Kiri. I wanna see this pretty girl squirm with my dick in her mouth.” Kiri doesn’t need to be told twice, already ripping off his clothes so he can be naked too.
Your men might as well have been demons with the way they touch, tease, and play with you. Moments later, Sero is fucking your mouth while you’re sitting on Kiri’s handsome face, his red hair cascading over the bed, as he grips your ass and laps at your pussy, thrusting his hard, veiny cock up to brush against your tits jiggling against him.
“Coño, baby, shit!” Sero blurts, thrusting deeper into your mouth. “Gag on that shit. I love them sounds you make.” Those sounds are sloppy and wet, your throat flexing and gagging around the cock in it while Kiri slips his fat tongue inside of you, hungrily slurping up your slick arousal.
“God, slow down, Mina,” Bakugou grunts. “You tryna suck my soul out?” Your eyes flicker to your left where Mina is in the same position as you, Bakugou’s dick in her mouth while Denki hungrily eats her pussy from below. Sero laughs, his eyes alight with lust. “Let her! That’s what she’s good for, the little cock slut.” He gives Mina’s firm ass a hard smack at the same time Denki does, causing both of her firm cheeks to jiggle.
Then Kiri does that thing he does with his tongue–where he wiggles it just right on your clit–and your brain goes completely numb. “Mmmph mmm!” you mumble around Sero’s dick. He pulls out, groaning as he slides against your wet tongue. You take that moment to breathe properly, inhaling and exhaling. “Speak to us, baby,” he orders.
The words that leave your mouth is a jumbled mess of Spanish as you grind your hips down into Kiri’s wonderful mouth: “Más profundo, Papi! ¡Dame más, por favor! ¡Necesito correrme, joder!”
“What’d she say?” Bakugou softly growls, his lust-filled eyes gazing at you.
“‘Deeper, Daddy’,” Sero translates. “‘Give me more please; I need to cum’. That’s to you, Kiri.”
“Mmmm,” the redhead moans from underneath you, pawing at your soft, luscious asscheeks, prying them apart so he can get more of your hole. “You’ve gotta work for it then, mama. Grind on my face and take Sero’s cock.”
You do exactly that, sucking Sero off like it’s your job as you ride Kiri’s face, making him disappear beneath your ass. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Sero tosses his head back and groans to the ceiling as you work him with your mouth, your blowjob growing sloppier and wetter, drool dripping down your mouth and onto Kiri’s cock. “That’s it, mamìta, fuck,” he groans. “Coño, your mouth is good.”
Bakugou laughs, still fucking Mina’s mouth off of its hinges. “Now that I understood,” he cackles. “These whores know better than to give poor blowjobs. Right, Pinkie?” He pulls himself out of Mina’s mouth, slapping it up against her wet tongue. “Yes, Daddies,” she pants. “Only for you.”
“Only for you,” you repeat in Spanish. You peer up at Sero and Bakugou, hoping they see the want, need, and utter adoration glistening in your tear-filled eyes. You feel Sero’s cock grow harder against your cheek and you nuzzle your face against his tip, making him groan.
Bakugou cocks his mask over his head, showing you his wicked grin. “Then it’s time to fuck.” The vulgar word coming from his soft lips, pierced with a lip ring, sends shivers through you. “You two stay right where you are.” He reaches over and gives Kiri a hard smack on his thigh. “You two extras stay down there too. We need those pussies nice n’ open.”
You shiver and shudder in pleasure as Kiri continues to lap at your cunt, wrapping his arms around your waist to clamp your ass down onto his face. Sero watches with interest as you make the cutest faces, whispering to yourself in Spanish. “Mmm-hmm, and your tongue looks like it’s doing the trick, Kirishima.”
Kiri moans into your pretty hole before pulling away, his lips and chin wet with your juices. “Yeah? You like it when Daddy eats that slutty pussy?” His raspy voice is like an aphrodisiac for you, making your pussy gush before he dives back in, shoving his tongue deep inside of you. “S-Sì! Sì, I do, Papi!” you cry out, shamelessly riding his face. Mina does the same, grinding herself down into Denki’s mouth as he gives her spanks here and there, sparks of electricity leaving his fingertips to zap her.
Sero taps his finger against your chin and bends down to give you a kiss. “You’ll like this even more,” he murmurs before he crawls over the bed and settles behind you, prepared to sink his cock inside of you. He takes your hips in his hands, making you shudder in anticipation. “Ready when you are, Bakugou.”
You don’t miss the teasing lilt in his voice and neither does Bakugou.
“Fuck off! I had to get her situated.” He has gotten behind Mina as well, leaving Denki to lay beneath her pussy and Bakugou’s heavy balls…not that he’s complaining. Neither is Kiri from his spot–in fact, he has started to swirl his tongue between you and Sero, licking his balls and dipping inside of your hole.
“Don’t you two move an inch,” Bakugou growls, gripping Mina’s ass as he slaps his cock against her pussy completely hands free. This is exactly what you two sluts wanted.” Sero slaps his cock against your wanton pussy at the same time as you, causing sparks of electric pleasure to zing through you.
“Papi, por fãvor (Daddy, please),” you beg, looking at him over your shoulder. “Fuck me.” That is all the begging Sero needs for the lust to take over and for his tip to slide inside of you.
When both Sero and Bakugou slam home into you and Mina at the same time, it seems that your pleasure is shared through some invisible thread between you. You both moan out and look for something to grip–you grip the sheets while Mina grips Denki’s thighs–as you are both fucked absolutely stupid, all thoughts, logic, and sense completely knocked out of your heads by the two fat dicks fucking you.
In time with Sero’s fucking, Kiri’s tongue slurps you up from below, making your pussy sloppier and wetter, allowing for Sero to fuck you as hard and as rough as he wants to. Once he is in deep, so deep that you can almost feel him in your stomach, your moans grow louder, causing Kiri’s cock to grow harder in your face, damn near pulsing.
“Theeeere we go,” Sero draws, slamming you back into him, watching your ass jiggle against him. “Does Papì’s cock feel good, baby? Dime. Sólo yo (Tell me. Just me).”
His voice becomes a lot deeper and raspier when he speaks Spanish, all the more persuasion for you to continue to lose your shit. “¡Sí, papi, joder, sí! ¡Me encanta tu polla! (Y-Yes, Papì, fuck yes! I love your cock so much!)” Your words are jumbled and loud, the English language taking the backburner.
Sero presses his mouth against your ear as he trails up your neck, peppering it in wet kisses. “Lo sé, nena. Sé que tu coño necesita toda esta polla (I know you do, baby. I know your pussy needs all of this dick).” He places one foot up on the bed and nails his hips against you, the smack of your ass against his thighs filling the bedroom.
“Hey,” Bakugou barks. He is still fucking a moaning and whining Mina stupid, her pretty, pink pussy sliding down his cock. “Quit excludin’ us from your dirty talk. What’s she sayin’?”
Sero smirks, giving you a wink. “How much she just looooves me inside of her. How good I’m rearrangin’ those insides.” He gives your ass a smack before slamming into you more, putting his back into making your pussy squelch around him. “Ah!” you gasp. “Fóllame! (Fuck me!)”
“‘Fuck me’, she said,” Sero chuckles. The honeyed blonde lying beneath Mina and fucking her tits pulls away from her pussy. “You ain’t been fucked yet, cutie,” Denki snickers from his spot below Mina’s perfectly round ass. “Don’t you worry. I’ll make you speak all types of languages once I’m inside you.”
The redhead pulls away from licking you and Sero up to, just enough to breathe. “Is that a challenge, Kaminari?” Kiri asks from underneath you. “Not to toot my own horn, but you’re actin’ like these two don’t cry and beg for me when I’m fuckin’ them.”
Bakugou growls at this, his eyes ablaze as he continues to roughly fuck Mina into the bed, gripping her hips and keeping her in all fours. “All of you extras are delusional. I’ll fuckin’ show you.”
You shiver in anticipation of that. That means you get all four cocks from your boyfriends tonight. “Ah-ah, Katsuki,” Kiri tuts. “We take turns, remember? Let Sero show us what he’s got. Plus, I kinda like hearin’ this one talk in a different language.”
Denki lazily watches you from afar as he toys with Mina’s clit with his fingers. “Mmm, me too. That shit is too hot.”
Sero grins, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he goes faster, harder, giving you all of the dick that you can take. “Go on, mamì, talk more for us. Ride Kiri’s tongue and take my cock.” You nod, delirious with the ecstasy your boyfriends are serving you on a silver platter. “Yes, Papì. I promise I will. Then you dip your head down and give Kiri some very sloppy head and deep deepthroat as Sero fucks you from behind.
“Good girl,” Bakugou praises you, watching you take both dicks like it’s nothing. “You open that mouth up too, baby girl.” He holds Mina’s cheeks in his hand, squeezing her chin. “Yes, Daddy,” she moans. “But I think Y/N sounds a lot cuter.”
SMACK!
Mina yelps as Bakugou’s hand comes down hard on her ass, causing the firm cheeks to jiggle in response. “You both sound fuckin’ cute,” Bakugou growls. “Now open your mouth and let us hear you.” And she listens, letting her voice out in loud moans, whines, and gasps that mirror yours until your sounds, the creaking from the bedsprings, and Kiri and Denki’s sloppy tongue swirls and flicks against your pussies create a symphony of sex.
It doesn’t take long for that knot in your core to get tighter. The more Sero fucks you and the more Kiri sucks on your clit, the more you feel the urge to cum rising to the surface. Kiri’s cock grows harder in your mouth, only adding to your arousal. You just love a big dick in your mouth and pussy at the same time. You love the way they feel swelling and throbbing in your holes, closing to blowing their loads.
You completely lose the rest of your mind as your body winds tighter and tighter in anticipation of your intense orgasm. “¡Dios mío! ¡Me voy a correr! (Oh, my God! I’m gonna cum!)” you wail in time with Sero’s thrusts and the shaking of the bed.
“Oooo, I know what that means,” Kiri chuckles. “Sounds like someone’s gonna cum.” Sero grunts in response, his hand circling your throat to squeeze it the way you like. “Is that true, baby? You’re gonna cum all over my cock?”
“Si!” you whine. “Si, si, yes!” You need it. You crave to cream all over your boyfriends’ cock and mouth, drenching them in it. Sero presses his lips to your ear, the scent of his cologne drenching your skin and filling your nostrils. “Do it then, mi amor (my love). Ven para mi (Cum for me).”
You whine in response, desperate and needy, just as Mina is as she takes all of Bakugou’s harsh fucking in doggy, his big hands gripping her slim hips. “Fuck, I’m cumming too!” she cries out, tossing her ass back into Bakugou’s cock. “Please, ‘Suki, make me cum! Please, Daddy!”
The platinum blonde groans at her sweet begging, wrapping his hand around her throat as well to choke her as her orgasm comes. “You’re lucky I like you beggin’,” he growls. “Fuckin’ cum for me then. Just for me.”
You go back to sucking Kiri off in an effort to make him cum too just as Sero’s thrusts grow faster and rougher, his moans growing louder and more intense. “Ven para mi, ven para mi, Ven para mi,” he grunts, gradually growing more intense as he thrusts inside of you.
Finally, you reach the point of no return and your entire body shudders as you finally orgasm. When you cum, you do it hard. Your muscles tighten and your pussy quivers as you cum on Sero’s cock, some of it dripping into Kiri’s mouth. The two of them cum too, Sero groaning as he fills you up while Kiri moans into your pussy, gripping you tight as his cock explodes in your throat, filling it with loads of his creamy spunk.
You tick your eyes over to your other partners where you find Mina shuddering as she cums, her eyelids fluttering and her golden eyes rolled back to her skull. Bakugou lets out a guttural groan as he cums deep inside of her, holding her firm against his pelvis. Denki has cum too, completely hands and mouth free, his spunk spurting onto Mina’s tits and stomach as he whines and whimpers into her pussy and against Bakugou’s heavy balls.
Sero peppers your cheek in kisses, his thrusts growing slow and sloppy as his orgasm drains in. “¡Muy bien! ¡Qué buena chica para mí! (Very good! Such a good girl for me!)” he brightly praises, causing you to smile. Slowly, he pulls out of you and you roll off of Kiri who greedily presses his lips soaked in your cum to Sero’s mouth.
Denki does the same thing with Bakugou, the two of them sharing Mina’s cum as they kiss. You use that time to watch as you lay side by side with Mina, exhausted, satisfied, and coated in cum.
“Get some rest now, babies,” Kiri coos, giving you both a chaste kiss on your lips. “You’ll need it for later.”
The four of them grin at you and Mina like they are straight up horror movie villains, making your stomach flip and your pussy twitch. Bakugou grips both of your chins in his big hands, his crimson eyes drilling you to the spot.
“So are you gonna be a good girl and let us have our fun with you too?” he asks. Mina, too winded to speak, only nods.
But you manage to speak: “Si, Papis,” you reply with a sultry smile. “I promise.”
Hear me out! Character A of your choice riding character B of your choice as character B gently bounces them while softly praising them (maybe even a little hypno action on character A to get them to relax a bit more ooooOOo) … thoughts…?
What about some angsty post-break up, lingering feelings stuff between Arthur and reader? Maybe they get back together, but who knows!
Just a Handkerchief
Reader Requested ♡ — thank youu so much for sending this. i really enjoyed writing it for you! it means a lot that you took the time to share your idea with me, and i hope yearning arthur is all you wished for!!!!!!
ARTHUR MORGAN X READER, angst and heartbreak. yearning and desire. arthur’s desperate lol. fixing of relationship? sorta. 700+ words
YOU hadn’t even realized Arthur was back.
He’d been gone only a few weeks, sent off on one of Dutch’s jobs. Not so long you could forget him, but long enough to notice the space he left behind.
No one had said a word when he rode in, and maybe that was because he didn’t seek you out. Why would he? You weren’t together anymore.
So you kept yourself busy at camp, quietly tending to small tasks and avoiding the ache of waiting. Pretending you didn’t care.
Later that night, when the fire had dimmed and most had turned in, you found yourself near the horses, breathing in the cool night air.
And there he was—sitting on a log, rolling a cigarette slowly, his silhouette framed by the moonlight.
He didn’t look up as you approached, didn’t move. Just sat there, still and quiet.
“You’re back,” you said softly, folding your hands in front of you, trying to steady your voice.
His eyes met yours then, tired but steady. “Yeah. Dutch sent me out quick after Rhodes.”
You nodded, swallowing the flutter in your chest. “You didn’t have to take that job.”
He shrugged gently. “Not much choice in that.”
“No,” you whispered. “You never do.”
The silence between you stretched, heavy and fragile. Your fingers twined nervously.
“You alright?” he asked quietly.
“Still here,” you replied, offering a small, sad smile.
Arthur shifted, glancing down at his hands. “I brought you something.”
Curious, you raised your brow. “Why?”
From his saddlebag, he pulled a handkerchief—white, edged with delicate blue stitching.
“Saw it and thought of you.”
You took it with trembling fingers, your skin brushing his. His hand was warm against yours.
“You didn’t write,” you murmured, eyes downcast.
“I thought you didn’t want me to.” He paused for a moment and his jaw tightened, “I thought I was doin’ right by you.”
“Yeah,” you said softly, a hint of bitterness in your tone.
He stood slowly, hesitating, but not stepping closer.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said. “Figured lettin’ go was kinder.”
“Kinder than what? Staying? Trying?”
His eyes dropped away.
“I thought about you every day,” he said, voice rough with honesty. “Even when it tore me up.”
You swallowed hard, your heart fluttering despite yourself.
Then, before you could think, he stepped closer.
You should have moved back. But you didn’t.
He was near enough now to see the lines beneath his eyes, to feel the weight he carried. His gaze flickered to your lips, then back.
“You look real pretty tonight,” he said quietly, rough around the edges.
You said nothing.
His hands found your waist, pulling you close with a sudden urgency. You gasped softly, your hands resting lightly on his chest, but he didn’t let go.
His breath brushed your neck, warm and uneven.
“I shouldn’t…” he muttered, voice thick, before his lips pressed to the side of your throat—slow, firm, tracing your pulse with a hunger that made your knees weak.
Not gentle. Not soft. Like a man wrestling with himself to hold back but losing.
You shivered, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. His stubble scratched tender skin.
“I shouldn’t be doin’ this,” he murmured again, voice trembling with need. “But I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you… what you smell like… how you taste…”
His kisses traveled lower, teeth grazing, hands tightening at your waist, pulling you flush against him. His desperation was raw, unfiltered, like he was making up for every night apart.
Your body softened instinctively, leaning into him, hands clutching his back like you never wanted to let go.
His lips moved from your neck to your jaw, the heat of him burning through every wall you’d built.
You didn’t stop him.
Because you missed him just as much.
Tonight, neither of you had the strength to fight it anymore.
I was wondering if you could write something for Billy that I saw somewhere as a prompt. Basically it said that he was the type to put his cigarette out on you, and that he would also be the type to lick the burn mark right after and praise you HWGEHCVAJEJFHDJSJ
OoOooOoOoooooooo YES let’s do that!!! I feel like Billy probably would do a whole bunch of painful little dirty things to you. He probably likes having it done to himself, too, tbh. Our man is a little kinky pain deviant and we love him for it. He’s received so much bad pain we just want him to feel good with it okeyyy <33
Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Billy thinks he needs to teach you a lesson after you give him attitude.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female! Reader
Warnings!: 18+!!!! Pain and such with sex!!
“It wasn’t even that expensive.” You complained, crossing your arms as you both walked out of the mall to his car. You had stopped to look at a purse, gushing over it, animated and excited at how cute it was. Billy had simply stood behind you boredly waiting for you to be finished. When you checked the price tag you put on your signature pout and looked at him, but he laughed and dragged you out of the store.
“I’m not buying you a purse. I’m not your bitch.” He pulled the cigarettes out of his back pocket, smacking the bottom, not caring that you were cold and didn’t want to wait for him to smoke them.
You ruffled your nose, like you could smell the thing before he even lit it. “Can you at least wait until after you drop me home? If you smoke that thing in the car I’m going to reek.”
Billy shot you a look, annoyance clear on his face. He could be really sweet sometimes, even downright lovesick with you, but right now was not one of those moments. Usually, those moments were private. Just between you two. You would tell your friends ‘you don’t get it, you don’t see what he’s like when we’re alone’ and they’d roll their eyes and not believe you, but it was the truth.
He would play with your hair. Cuddle you. He would take your fuzzy socks and put them on his hands to warm them up before putting them on your feet. He’d give you forehead kisses, hand squeezes, shoulder rubs.
Honestly, he was the best boyfriend you might’ve ever had.
As he opens the car door for you (such a gentlemen) he gives your ass a hard smack before shutting the door as you sit. You let out a small squeal at the contact.
He might’ve been the sweetest boyfriend, but he was also the roughest.
Sure he was a softie whenever you guys were alone, but when it came to your more…intimate moments, he had a thing for…well, some light pain.
It had started off innocently enough. Ass smacks were the norm. They were light and playful in the beginning but now they were with force. A smack that would send your cheeks jiggling, leave you red. Then, there was the yanking. That had been simple, too. He’d grab you and toss you on the bed. Shove you against walls. Soon it went to your hair. Yanking it back when he took you doggy style, or knotting it in his knuckles when you sucked him off.
Little nips with his teeth turned into full bite marks on skin.
Light touches turned to fingerprints.
Sometimes after he’d finish inside you, you wouldn’t be able to move. He’d help you sip from a water bottle, clean you up himself, cradle you in his arms like a limp broken doll.
All this to say, you loved it.
There was no denial in that.
You didn’t tell your closest friends for fear of judgment, but you knew they’d worried. When they saw the marks he left behind, you would just laugh it off. He wasn’t hurting you. He was giving you more pleasure than you’d ever fucking known.
When he pummeled into you with everything he had you begged for more, for harder, for rougher. When he grabbed your hair you wanted it ripped from your head.
You were the one who first asked him to start choking you.
Sometimes when you were drunk he’d shove it in without lube or anything - just relying on how wet you were - and you saw stars every single time. The way he wouldn’t prep, how he would just thrust into you full force.
“My good girl.” He’d praise, grabbing your hair, alternating between stroking and yanking. “Always ready for me, huh? Take me so fucking good, squeezing my cock like you’re a damn python.”
You could never dirty talk as well as him because you were always too blissed out, cock drunk, to reply.
Now though, he was driving you home.
And he hadn’t bought you the purse.
And you were annoyed at the way he said he wasn’t your bitch.
So you were already in a bit of a mood.
When he pulled into the driveway you got out of the car and slammed the door behind you without so much as a word. Of course this was deliberately to piss him off, to start a fight. You were suppose to thank him when he drove you home, kiss him goodbye, be sweet and docile.
But you lived to rile him up.
Truthfully, maybe you weren’t the best for him.
You liked him mean.
You heard him slam his car door shut too, and in a flash, he grabbed you and pulled you around to face him. “Oh we’re doing this, are we?” His voice was how you liked it. Twisted, pissed off. “You just going to go run into your room and cry because I didn’t buy you some ugly little purse?”
“It wasn’t ugly. And I thought you weren't my bitc-” but you can’t finish, he’s squeezing your cheeks hard, pushing your lips into a pout, being rough and rude.
“Shut up. I’ll let you talk when I want you to talk.” He let go, pushing you back toward the front door. You shot him a look but went to unlock it and suddenly, he gave chase. He started rushing you up the stairs. You nearly tripped, heart racing. “Get up there, you little slut!” He barked, and you felt the familiar panic and thrill of the game you two played rising up inside you.
You ran into your room, jumping onto your bed on your knees and turning to look at him as he burst into the room behind you.
He looked you up and down. You know he liked you like this. A part of you that only he got. Obedient, submissive, his. You didn’t hesitate in sitting back, taking your shoes off.
You liked keeping things clean, neat, orderly. No shoes on the bed, one of your little rules. You leaned off the mattress to put them gently aside and he laughed. “What?” You asked, daring him to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches for his cigarette pack in the back of his jeans and pulls it out again. “Uh, no. No way. You are not smoking in here.” You sat up to come over and take it from him but with a firm shove of one hand he knocked you back down onto the bed.
“Take off your clothes.” He said casually, putting the cigarette to his lips and immediately lighting it.
“Billy-!”
“Don’t make me say it again.” His eyes were blazing. Icy blue. Violence hidden in the quiet depths as he waited for you to comply. He knew you would. You always did. Because you were his. His to use how he saw fit.
You could see it. The thoughts brewing. The insanity looming.
He became like this right before you two would fuck.
Deranged.
Unlike himself.
Unlike anything you were used to.
As much as you did genuinely dislike him smoking in your room, you listened. You reached down for the hem of your shirt, about to pull it over head when his voice barked in an order again. “Slowly.” He commanded as he took a step toward you on the bed, making your hand still as you looked at him. “I want you to make it good for me…strip like the little slut I know you are.” He took a long drag of the cigarette, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke in your face, relishing in the way you recoiled.
You wanted to curse him off. You were pissed he was smoking in your room. Pissed that he hadn’t bought you that purse. Pissed at how he kept calling you a slut...even if deep down you liked it.
Instead, you did just as he said. Your hand moved back to the hem, touching it lightly. Your eyes were locked on him, and his were locked on your body as you slowly pulled the shirt up a little higher, taking your time to let your fingers graze against your skin as you did.
When you removed it fully, you tossed it at his feet, and he just quirked a smile. “Keep going.”
Next was your socks. Knee high. You stretched one leg out, rolling it down. Then the other.
You didn’t need to be told what next as you reached behind and unzipped your skirt. You shifted up your hips to pull it down and then laid back on the bed, breathing heavy as he watched you.
He leisurely climbed onto the bed, towering over you, cigarette still in hand. He looked down at your arm, could see the goosebumps there, and it only seemed to turn him on more - the bulge in his jeans threatening to burst. “Don't worry, baby.” His voice was mockingly soft. “You have nothing to be scared of. I know how much you love the way I fucking ruin you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
His hand holding the cigarette went to your shoulder, touching your bra strap then slowly moving across to trace against your collarbone. It was dangerously close to your skin now, the smoke trailing up to your nose, the glowing embers looking like they may fall onto you at any moment. “I think you need to learn a lesson.” He flicked the ash from the cigarette onto the bedspread, watching as it sizzled and burned a small hole in the fabric. You’re eyes widened at the audacity, at the lunacy, but you were too entranced in him to call him out on it as he damaged your belongings.
“A lesson?” You said, managing to find the words.
He took another drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing it gently against your cheek as you coughed. “For trying to get me to buy your affection. For acting like a brat and slamming my car door.” His nose nuzzled your cheek now sadistically. “You know I don’t need to spend a fucking dime to get you to spread those pretty legs for me.”
As his free hand went down your waist and hips, you parted your thighs obediently for him, just like he said. You were so wet already, laying here bare in just your bra and panties as he taunted you and defied you.
He moved back to look at you, spread out for him. He took another pull of the cigarette as the white paper started to grow smaller, while his hard on seemed to grow bigger. His hand reached out, touching you through your panties as he groaned with you, feeling your wetness, knowing that even through the fear, your body still craved his touch. “See, your pretty little cunt is already responding.” He growled, stroking you through the fabric, feeling your body clench and flutter around his palm. “It knows who it belongs to, even if the rest of you is too stupid to realize it.”
“Billy…” You closed your eyes as you tried to rock against his hand. You loved foreplay, but right now you just wanted him. You didn’t want this torture anymore, this waiting.
“Tell me who you belong to, babe.” He growled as his hand kept teasing her. “Tell me who owns this tight little cunt.”
You opened your eyes just enough to see him holding the cigarette up and letting the embers glow brighter for a moment, almost like he was transfixed. You let out a tiny whine, head falling to the side, closing your eyes again. “You. It belongs to you. I belong to you. All of me, Billy. Don’t need a purse.”
His hand finds your clit and presses down on the spot, rubbing as you moan. “You’re right.” His voice said, oddly calm. “And that’s why you need to be put in your place.” He hissed, before removing his hand from your cunt and pressing the glowing tip of the cigarette against the soft flesh of your inner thigh.
Your eyes shot open as you yelped, body trying to jerk and move but he held your leg down as he branded you, watching as her skin sizzled and blistered, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. You could see him pressing the tip of the filter into your leg, could see how he reveled in your pained cry and the way your body jerked and bucked beneath him, trying to escape the searing heat.
"Billy, what the fuck!" You cried out in pain as your thigh burned. Maybe this was too far. He'd never burned you before, not even with candle wax. Now? Now he had put a cigarette out on your skin.
He yanked his hand back in a quick motion, crushing and discarding the remainder of the cigarette onto your nightstand as he looked down at the red welt he left behind. His hand drifted down to your thigh, his fingers tracing over the angry red welt left in it’s wake, leaving you cursing out and bucking again.
You were twisting, eyes watery, looking down to try to see the damage but his body was obstructing your view. It was burning, stinging like a cruel sharp reminder. You held back the tears from the pain, your core still wet despite it all, maybe even more soaked now in some sick way.
You didn't want your tears to spill over. You wanted to be able to take it, take all the fucked up things he gave you, show him how good you could be.
Billy moved his head down to your thigh, examining the wound. “Look at this pretty little mark, baby. It's like a brand, a tattoo, a permanent reminder.” He brought his hand to his mouth, blowing cool air over the wound before pressing his lips to your skin, kissing it gently, almost reverently. You winced, body recoiling at the contact, which only spurred him on more as he spoke against the wound. “I just needed to remind you that you don’t get to call the shots. You don’t get to be in control.” He purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “I’m the one with the power of you.” Then, he leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lap at the blistered, abused skin of your thigh.
You moaned loudly, from the back of your throat, unable to resist the fucked up torture of his tongue against your burn. The wet saliva was a cool sensation, dulling the pain for just a moment. His lips moved, pressing soft kisses around the reddened skin of the surrounding area, his tongue flicking out to trace the blistered edges of the cigarette burn for a second more. “You're my good girl, aren't you? You can take so much for me.” He praised, his voice low and warm, like honey dripping from his lips.
“Hurts. Fuck, Billy, it fucking hurts.”
He shh’d you, going back to the spot. He licked, sucked, made your eyes cross and made you feel like you were about to faint, but just as you almost lost yourself you felt him pull forward over you - capturing your lips, kissing you so hard it hurt, his tongue diving into your mouth and demanding more of you.
He must have been able to sense your confusion and fear, but he could also feel your arousal, the way your body was responding to his touch despite the pain he just inflicted.
You were getting off on this. On being dominated. On being branded.
He smirked, knowing that despite it all, you were still craving him. His approval, his touch, his love.
You watched with drowsy, half-lidded eyes as he shimmied his jeans lower, cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. “Shh, baby, shh.” You hadn’t even realized you had let a tear fall, that you were whimpering. His hand pulled your jaw forward, kissing your cheek, tasting the salt of the tear that had spilt. He stroked your hair, looking at you with love now instead of the sadistic expression he had worn only moments ago. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know it hurts. I’m so fucking proud of you being able to take it.” He leaned in, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your forehead, then finally to your lips. “My perfect little pain slut, so eager to please her man.” He whispered into you. "I'm going to make it all better now. I promise." He murmured, his hand sliding up your thigh, over your hip, and then dipping between your legs again.
He could feel the heat radiating from your core, the way your panties were soaked through worse than before. “Fuck, baby, you're so fucking wet. You're getting off on this, aren't you? On being punished? On me calling you names?” He shoved your panties to the side, his fingers delving into your slick folds.
You let out a moan and lifted your legs to wrap around him more, the mark still stinging harshly with each tiny movement. He could feel your wetness, could hear the obscene sound of your arousal as he drove into you again and again with his fingers. But he also saw the way your body reacted to him, the way your core still ached with a desperate, needy hunger. He pumped his fingers faster, harder, his thumb grinding against your sweet spot, leaving you a moaning, writhing mess before he suddenly stopped - feeling like you were so close and he just was tormenting you more by denying you the orgasm you needed.
He picked up your bent leg, squeezing the tender flesh your thigh, just above where he had branded you. “You're being such a good girl for me.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the skin. “My perfect little fucktoy.” He rasped, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your stinging skin again, his tongue flicking out to soothe the angry red mark. He knew you needed him, needed the twisted mix of pleasure and pain that only he could give you.
“Billy. Please…” You felt exhausted. Your head was doing laps to keep up with the mental gymnastics of somehow being so ridiculously horny over your boyfriend wounding you and then making out with the bruise. “Please. Need you.”
He let your leg drop down and moved from your thigh to your breasts, pulling the bra down, his teeth and tongue lavishing attention on the soft mounds, biting and sucking until he left angry red marks blooming across.
More marks.
As if the burn alone wasn’t enough.
He could feel you trembling beneath him, could hear the hitch in her breath as you fought back tears. But he didn't stop, didn't slow down.
His hands roamed your body, caressing and stroking your curves, worshipping every inch of you like he knew you craved. He caged you in, settling his weight between your thighs, the thick line of his cock nestling against your center. He rolled his hips against yours, grinding his cock against your soaked core. “I'm going to make you feel so much better, baby. I'm going to fuck this pain away, fuck you until you can't think of anything but me. Until all you can remember is the feeling of my cock splitting you open.”
Your eyes were closed, head back, but you swear you could tell he was smiling.
You couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t be patient. You felt like if you didn't feel him inside you, you would die, seize to exist. "Now. Fuck. Please." You moaned, nails going into his skin, your back arching. “Fuck me, Billy.”
He laughed darkly, yanking your panties down, mangling them and almost ripping them at the way he pried them from you. “Fuck. Listen to you, begging so pretty for my cock.” You knew his ego was swelling. It always did. Easy to inflate. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He grabbed at your hips, pulling you down and lining up against you before slamming into you with one brutal thrust, making you cry out. He buried himself deep inside you, as far as he could go, just savoring it as he felt your tight walls clenching around him.
Then he started to move.
Each thrust was punishing, powerful. He pounded into you relentlessly, the bed creaking, shaking against the carpet. The room was filled with the sounds of both of you. Skin against skin. Moans, grunts, muffled swears under breaths. Your thigh still burned, but now the rest of you felt like it was on fire, too.
He leaned down, kissing you fiercely, sloppily as he continued to fuck you roughly. “That’s it. Fuck. Take it.” He panted against your lips. “Take it like the good little slut you are for me.” He reached down, finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. He could feel you tightening, your body tensing as he fucked you harder, deeper.
You were already on the edge. All the actions from before already had you close, but now, the way he was talking and using you were making you feel dizzy with need.
He could tell.
Could always tell.
He reached up, wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. Not enough to cut off your air, but enough to push you over, to give you what you needed. “Cum for me.” he demanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. “Cum all over your man's fucking cock. Let me feel that tight little cunt spasm and milk me fucking dry.” Your breath was coming in short gasps, legs starting to shake.
Your release hit you in a rush. Your nails dug into his skin as you cried out. He let out a long groan in response as he felt you come undone against him. He thrust into you hard still, fucking you through your high. “That’s my good girl.” He grunted, his rhythm growing erratic as he approached the edge with you.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go.
“FUCK!” He yelled out, his cock spasming and pulsating inside you, painting you with his release, making you moan out again as you felt like you were close to blacking out completely. He groaned long and low as he filled you, and then with a shuddering heavy sigh he collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress.
“Fuck, babe.” He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in the scent of the sweat on your skin, his softening cock still buried inside you. “I fucking love you,” he murmured, his voice soft and sated. "I fucking love you, baby. I love you so goddamn much."
He rolled you both over, limbs tangled a bit as he slid out, his cum dripping out with him as you made a pained noise from the bruise still on your thigh. “I love you, too, you asshole.” You croaked, voice dry and spent.
He pulled you against his chest, kissing your head, stroking your hair.
You both laid there, exhausted. You knew he’d start cleaning you up in a second. Taking care of you. Hydrating you. Making you food.
But for now, you both tried to take a moment to absorb all that happened, the afterglow buzzing throughout you both.
Your messy hair splayed against his chest as you looked up at him. “What are you thinking?” You asked quietly.
“I’m thinking we go back to the mall tomorrow.” He said, looking down at the burn mark on your leg. “I think you earned yourself that purse after all.”
Because Steve taking the reader in the wsqk van. I have a feral need and I’m sure others do to.
Your writing is absolutely Devine ✨✨
well, nonnie... it's very funny you ask...... sneak peek below, 18+ only mdni!
UPDATE: read the full thing here!
It’s been months of this. Months of driving around in circles, chasing ghosts, getting nowhere. Months of Hopper’s vapid updates crackling through the radio while you and Steve rot in the van like two strangers locked in the same cage.
Except, it’s not exactly strangers, is it?
No. Not after hours spent side by side in the dark, listening for things that aren’t there, waiting, hoping, pretending this isn’t the closest thing either of you has had to a date in months.
But you don’t do dates.
You do the backseat.
You do frantic, messy fucking on ugly shag carpet, killing time in a metal box while you both wait for the world to change, or maybe for it just end already.
You fuck until it hurts, until your skin stings and your lungs burn, until the sound of your own blood is louder than the relentless beep-beep-beep-beep of the telemetry signal.
You fuck. You wait. Then you fuck again.
No restaurants, no movies. No roses or candles or foreplay.
None of that normal, mundane shit. Not anymore.
It’s just this. This van. This backseat. This hideous carpet and the cheap vinyl seats that squeak every time the car rocks.
This strange, suspended limbo where you touch each other like it doesn’t mean anything—just habit born of frustration and boredom—only it’s getting harder every night to keep pretending that’s true.
