It took me way too long to write something for this man, but he has me completely deranged.
You manage to get hit by a Vandals lust jinki, but luckily for you Tamsy is there to help you out.
I was originally keeping this idea for Bakugou but somehow Tamzy just fit better.
Pairings: Tamsy Caines x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, dirty talk, fingering, Tamsy ties you up, choking, Tamsy cums untouched.
Word Count: 2.2k.
“Please, help me Tamsy.” Your voice is choked and desperate as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your hand trapped between your thighs as you grind on your palm beneath your skirt.
Tamsy’s panicking now, wide eyes look back towards the door as he keeps his mask firmly over his face to protect from the pink toxins that now float through the air. The Vandal and their jinki move fast enough to escape, but it wasn’t fast enough to protect you from the after effects.
“Where’s your mask?” Tamsy pushes, rushing over to you as you practically hump your hand. Nose scrunched in irritation as it does little to satiate the throb between your thighs.
“It’s not enough.” You whine pitifully, ignoring his question as Tamsy stops in front of you. Chancing pulling off his mask when the rest of the air dissipates as he cups your cheek in a palm. You’re burning up—
“You gotta help me, Tamsy.” You push, and your smaller hand reaches up to encircle his wrist, tugging his hand down to your chest to press his palm against your breast.
It’s wrong. He should wait for back up, for the professionals to get here. Enjin would know exactly what to do in this situation, what needs to happen to fix whatever this is. He’s heard of these kinds of aphrodisiac jinki before, listened to Delmon talk about Vandals who ransacked his farm in search of these plants that held amatory properties that held a high price on the black market.
But all of his training couldn’t have prepared him for the unadulterated sight in front of him, and the desperate way you tried to grind your hips against his thigh as Tamsy tried to keep you pinned against the wall. Worried what you might do if you managed to flee the scene to chase your release, or what real creeps that roamed the Abyss could find you at this hour and do god knows what to you. Never mind the Vandal that did this to you in the first place—
It was lucky he’d been the one to find you.
“Tamsy,” There you went saying his name like that again. The desperate, pathetic whine to your tone had him scrunching his nose in irritation as he secretly committed the noise to memory. Something that would fuel his lonely nights as he fists his cock to the thought of you like this for him, “Please, I need you.”
Fuck.
Your reflexes were quick, but he was quicker. Using Tokushin to wind ropes of yarn around your middle to try and keep you subdued, much to your dismay.
“S’not fair,” You sniffle. Your bottom lip juts out and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and kiss you, “You’re always so mean to me, Tamsy.”
God, you had no clue what you were doing to him right now— you couldn’t. Not with the lust jinki clouding your mind and your senses as you rubbed your thighs together to try and alleviate the tension.
He pressed down on his collar to try and contact Enjin again, opening the connection to try and find help. The signal inside the salt cave was almost non-existent, as he tried to decipher Enjin’s voice on the other end. Hoping that by shouting a rough location over the radio waves that he’d be able to find you both on the lower floor.
“It’s okay,” Tamsy murmured, “You’re gonna be okay.”
Tamsy knew these types of jinki weren’t simple to disband. The kind of power that could invade a persons psyche and consume them from the inside out— ceasing their existence if the desire wasn’t satisfied.
But he shouldn’t be the one to help, especially when he already harboured strong feelings for you— it wouldn’t be right. Tamsy couldn’t take advantage of you, especially in such a compromised state. He’d wait for back up to arrive and Enjin would know exactly what to do.
“The others will be here soon,” He spoke calmly, contrasting the way his cock pulsed between his thighs, “They’ll help you.”
“No, no—” You thrashed against his jinki, the binds tightening as they dug into your supple skin, creating dips in the fat of your hips as Tamsy tried to remember to breathe, “I can’t wait that long, you need to help me Tamsy please.”
These jinki were dangerous, if the tension wasn’t eased it would consume you whole. Worse than any poison or toxin that could invade your bloodstream— this was a death sentence if it wasn’t satiated.
“I can’t even touch myself like this,” You huffed in frustration, pathetic tears clung to your lashes as you rolled your hips, “I’m begging you.”
Oh, he was fucked.
That was the nail in his coffin as Tamsy took a step closer to you, “Calm down.”
He only needed to alleviate the tension enough to save you before your friends found you both, just enough to scratch the itch before backup arrived. He could get you off without penetrating you and quell the ache just enough to keep you alive— it would be fine.
Tamsy’s eyes were stoic as he reached forward to cup your molten heat, hissing upon contact when he felt just how wet your panties were. You couldn’t stop the debauched moan from tumbling between parted lips at the sensation, immediately bucking your hips to try and get more.
“Don’t tease me, Tamsy. Please—” He’d never heard you sound so carnal, so desperate before. Wondering if this is always how you sounded when you were in such a precarious position, fingers plunging into your wet cunt when you were alone at night, “Just one finger, please— just one, yeah?”
His cock is damn near painful now, straining against his boxers as it leaks copious amounts of pre. Trying to ignore the throb as deft fingers tug your panties to the side, gliding through your slick as he nudges your puffy clit.
“Just one.” He repeats. As though he’s trying to fool himself that this is okay.
“Yeah, yeah. Just one.” You babble, “Please, Tamsy. I can’t take any more— it hurts.”
Tamsy tries to ignore the persistent pulse in his crotch as his hard cock strains against his boxers, pre coats the fabric as he shuffles his legs to try and alleviate the tension. Directing his focus to you as his fingers push through your messy slick, parting your labia as he meets resistance.
“Oh, fuck.” Your chest heaves as Tamsy’s fingers find your tight entrance, blunt nails drag against the sensitive skin as he feels you flutter around him. Desperately trying to pull him deeper inside your silky depths as he revels in how tight and warm you are, “Put them in Tamsy, please.”
Every time you murmur his name so desperately it has his cock pulsing in response, dipping a solo finger inside your warmth as he immediately feels your walls cling to him. Your hips jerk as much as they could whilst subdued by his jinki as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his finger.
“More, Tamsy, please.” You choked, “I think I’m going insane.”
“You said one.” He counters, watching the way your hips swish against him as you desperately try to coax him in.
“I know, I know,” You whine pitifully, “But you feel so good, Tamsy. I need more—”
If you were insane, he was damn near delirious as he slipped another finger in to join the first. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he focused his ministrations against it. Pumping his digits with skilled precision as dark eyes focused on your face to gage your reaction.
“Is this okay?” He rasps lowly, and your cunt throbs in response. He steps closer to push his fingers deeper, adding a third when he feels a lack of resistance that has you keening in satisfaction.
“Feels so good,” You pant, chest heaving as you grind your clit against his palm, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue.
All the nights he’d fucked his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to this. Your head knocks against the dirty brick wall as you thrash in his grip, your smaller hand fights against his yarn to reach out to grope his crotch and Tamsy is certain that his last minuscule piece of resolve has crumbled. A deep, guttural grunt spills from his lips and he can’t stop his hips from jerking into your touch. His sweaty forehead knocks into yours as he does everything he can to keep you pinned against the wall as he continues fucking three of his fingers into your sloppy cunt. If this is how tight you are for three, he wonders how you’d feel if you took his cock—
The scent of you potent in the air as his fingers continue to crudely squelch inside your dripping cunt, drooling into his palm and down his wrist as he sets a steady pace.
“I want your cock so bad, Tamsy.” You breathe out, your voice hoarse as he fucks his fingers into your needy hole.
“Behave.” Tamzy growls, certain you’re trying to garner a reaction from him now. And he’s already used up every ounce of resolve he had by keeping you bounded by his jinki.
“Please,” You push, just like you always fucking do, “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything if you give me your cock.”
“Shut up,” Tamsy grunts, pushing the heel of his palm against your clit as you thrash against him.
“Ugh, make me.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth now and it’s all he can do to think about shoving his hard cock inside it.
“You’re filthy.” Tamsy grunts, his palm circling your neck to squeeze at the column of your throat. Pushing your head against the wall as his warm breath fans your face, lips dangerously close to yours.
“‘m not.” You tremble, the lack of oxygen heightens the sensation of his fingers plunging into your tight cunt as he fucks them into you with vigour.
“I beg to differ,” Tamsy speeds his fingers up for emphasis, the crude squelch fills the air as more of your slick seeps out of you, cooling against your inner thighs as he presses the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit to rub messy circles against it, “You’re practically drooling onto my hand.”
“Let me drool on your cock instead.” You quip back.
Tamsy sucks a breath through gritted teeth at your lewd words, hips bucking wildly as he imagines your wet cunt soaking his cock in your essence. The moisture drooling down is length and matting into the messy hairs at the base as he fucks into you, leaving creamy rings around the base of him.
“Stop being a brat.” He grunts, but he’s not sure he wants you to.
This is already more than he should be doing, he should’ve waited for Enjin— and now he’s thinking about sinking his cock inside your wet cunt and spearing you open on him.
“Let me touch you, please? I’ll be good I promise.” He doubts that dearly as he shakes his head, sweat beads at his brow as he tries to ignore the desire building inside him. His resolve close to crumbling as he pictures sinking his throbbing cock into your silky, wet walls.
“I don’t think you will be, sweetheart.” He chastises as he continues his pace, pressing down harder which each forward motion as he pushes you closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” You trembled, your voice vibrating against his hand as it flexed against your windpipe. The coil inside you tight and dangerously close to snapping as Tamsy spend his motions up in response.
Three fingers poised to hit that same spot inside you with each forward motion, certain his pads were pruning from how wet and warm you were. Pressing down against your needy clit hard as he felt the way your cunt began to tighten around him.
“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispered, “Cum for me.”
“Oh my— fuck, Tamsy!” The sound of his name spilling from your lips is debauched, and the desperate wail that follows seals his fate.
His hips jerk clumsily as the tension inside him cuts like a knife, legs wobbling from the unabashed force of his climax as he follows you into bliss. Tamsy moans with you in tandem as he finds his release. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into his boxers that soaks his cock and balls, leaving him sticky and messy as his spunk leaks through his pants. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, hips canting forward as your desperate fingers still reach out to grab for him. Hissing when they make contact against his overstimulated cock, sending fresh aftershocks surging through him.
“I—,” You pant, tears dried in streaky lines down your cheeks as your head lolls to the side, “Did you?”
Tokushin goes lax as Tamsy comes down from his high, freeing you from the binds as you rub at the imprints against your skin. The pink lusty clouds still haze your vision as you blink up at him blearily, your palm reaches out to feel the damp spot against his crotch as he hisses in response. Still semi-hard as he throbs against your palm, caging your body in against the cave wall as he looms over you.
Blue Lock was masterfully crafted to build a Japan team capable of winning the World Cup, bringing some of the most talented players together to work their strengths and weaknesses. But what if it doesn’t work?
The players are great, have drive and determination, but what if it’s not enough? What if they need more incentive to reach the top? Which is the reason Ego brings in a pretty thing like you.
You can feel his breath against your neck as he speaks into the camera, unable to see the sets of eyes watching you on the large screen as you suddenly feel vulnerable. Ego’s hands settled on your waist as he talks, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he gives them the rules. It’s simple really. Whoever reaches the top gets the prize, you.
Your chest feels tight as he continues to break down the point system, even with such a seedy agreement he’s still interested in what’s fair. Not that anything was really fair when you didn’t have a choice to be here, although Ego would tell you that you could leave at any time. And you supposed you could, you could walk out that door and forget all about this depraved arrangement that you’d agreed to. The contract didn’t start until first play, and first play was in four hours. But money was money, and your debts would continue to pile, work would continue to run you into the ground, and you’d continue this lifeless cycle of misery. Anything was better than that.
But what you couldn’t see was the dark, depraved looks in the players eyes as they watched your pretty face enlarged on the big screen. Each man finding their own renewed vigour at the sight of you, another trophy to add to their collection as their names appeared on the leaderboard. Each man with no points between their name, a level playing field. For now.
Ego continued to list through the rewards the team could win for each tier of points, every salacious sex act he listed had the men hanging on his every word. Calculating in their minds how many goals they would have to secure to have you, and the number needed to win the grand prize.
Because giving away cheap frivolity would only keep hungry men satiated for so long, it was about time that they were given a chance to hunt a more coveted prize. Kunigami’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, golden eyes glancing to his side to see who else seemed intent on winning. A dark, sinister smirk appeared in Shidou’s face as his eyes shamelessly roamed your exposed skin, while Raichi’s hands balled into fists beside him. Chigiri’s expression was unreadable but he could feel the ache between his thighs as he took in the way your lips curled into a pretty pout, as Bachira began to jump on toe to toe. The lions were about to be unleashed from the den.
“Game on.”
Please be mindful of the warnings which will be displayed at the top of each chapter, but each will be labelled as non/dub-con just to be safe. There is no upload schedule for this so new players will be added as inspiration strikes.
Inumaki Toge is the sweetest guy you know. He’s always so kind and courteous when he holds the door open for you first, or extends a warm palm to let you walk up the stairs in front of him. There’s so many sick, nasty freaks out there so you’re lucky to know a guy like him— even if he sends you terrible memes that he thinks are so funny (if you’re under nine maybe.)
But one afternoon you unlock your phone to see Inumaki’s sent you a photo. Assuming it’s another shitty meme from the first text he sent “saw this and thought of you.”
And you have no idea that he’s now freaking out on the other side of the phone because instead of sending you the hilarious alpha wolf meme that he’s just found on Pinterest, he’s sent you the last photograph in his camera roll— the photo he’d just taken a few hours earlier when you were leaving your favourite bakery.
A photo of his camera angled perfectly beneath your short skirt (almost as though he’s done it before) with an obvious peek of the baby pink panties that you’re still wearing right now.
Because how the fuck is he going to explain this to you—
Happy you liked the wb thoughts. How about gachiakuta? 🤍
yandere!zodyl uploading you in revenge porn to /pissdrinkingsluts
You guys have to stop leaving such good thirsts in my askbox lately, it makes it impossible to focus on anything else😫
Warnings: 18+, noncon, revenge porn, reader is in a relationship with Enjin now, watching porn together, voyeurism, piss (not vanilla piss Zodyl pisses in your mouth)
Sex with Enjin has always been good, a stark contrast to all your previous lovers as he handles you with such care. Care you wouldn’t expect from a hulking man covered in tattoos and piercings— but it’s as though he worries you might break, like you’re a baby dove that he cups so gently in his rough palms. And you shouldn’t complain, because he always leaves you satisfied, and he’s perceptive enough to know when you haven’t climaxed so he can fix it with his fingers or his tongue.
But sometimes you find yourself wishing he was a little rougher. Willing to explore more kinks in the bedroom together instead of the same vanilla sex that you both indulge in, perhaps a bit too much— suggesting one evening that maybe you could watch some porn together online to try and find out some different things you’re both into. The curiosity of what kinks Enjin could possibly be into is overwhelming, and it leaves you wondering if there’s anything dark and twisted that he might enjoy too—
So you settle down together, your back pressed against his chest as he sits you on his lap. Leaning over your shoulder as you scroll through the various videos that come up on the page. From mutual masturbation, to threesomes, to public sex that somehow opens a gateway to darker kinks too. With Enjin whispering in your ear as he asks whether you want him to fuck you like that— and god, you really fucking do.
But your aimless scrolling from video to video stops the moment you recognise a panel. The smallest screenshot to give a preview into the full video as you read the title:
“Filthy slut can’t get enough of guzzling piss.”
But it isn’t the shameful title that has a debauched heat rising inside your tummy as you wonder if Enjin’s eyes have focused in on the same thing— it’s the girl settled on her knees in the screenshot.
It’s you.
“I should—“ You move to close the laptop with shame and embarrassment as you wonder how to process the violated feeling that surges through you, but Enjin’s hands are quicker. Keeping the screen open as he moves deft fingers against the trackpad to click the link, the video auto-plays as he looks at you staring back at him. Those same sweet, innocent eyes that you give him whenever he’s settled above you as he slides his cock inside.
But this is different— you’re begging someone, the pretty sounds pour from your lips before a strong hand is on the back of your head to pull on your hair and tilt your head to face him. Demanding you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, which you do far too obediently. The sight has Enjin’s cock throbbing in his pants as he forgets about the questions that were on the tip of his tongue about why there’s a video to you on the internet like this.
And then it happens. Zodyl lets out a guttural groan from deep in his chest as he holds his fat cock above you, letting a warm stream of piss leak out as it splashes against your outstretched tongue, spilling down your chin and on to your naked breasts and lap as the rest pools at the back of your throat.
You’re a mess, gargling it as he degrades you on camera. Telling you how disgusting you are for being his little piss slut, and how you’d let him do anything to you, wouldn’t you?
Zodyl’s piss glistens against your skin as you feel Enjin shift behind you, brushing his growing bulge against the small of your back as his grip around you tightens. Hearing the slight hitch in his throat when Zodyl shifts his hips forward to thrust the tip of his cock inside your mouth that’s now full of his piss, making you choke and splutter as more of it streams from between your lips and down your naked body. He strokes his wet cock against your cheeks as he continues to degrade you, before he’s closing your mouth with a simple command.
“Swallow.”
You don’t even know what to say, or how to tell Enjin what that was— when it was filmed, or anything. Looking down at the views as you see the sheer volume of people that have now watched the video that Zodyl uploaded without your consent as you try to ignore the way your clit throbs between your thighs.
“Is that your ex?” Enjin finally breaks the silence as you feel a heat rise in your cheeks at the question.
“Yeah.” You murmur, eyes focused on the final screenshot on the page which is you looking completely ruined beneath him.
okay so we knew sakaki seiryu likes to pretend as his twin uryu so what if one day he just went and acted like his little brother to get with uryu's s/o for one night
This literally made me bite my fist oh my GOD.
When Uryu doesn’t feel like going out, so he lets his brother borrow his clothes and shoes to take you out instead— as if that wasn’t already bad enough, but they usually get away with it too.
Warnings: 18+, dubcon (more noncon I guess cause reader can’t exactly consent if she doesn’t know? Idk), twin swapping, semi-public sex, mirror fucking, creampie.
You should’ve known that something was up the moment that Uryu replied to your text almost instantly when you’d asked if he wanted to hang out tonight.
But all your doubts disappeared the moment he had you bent over the sink in the men’s bathrooms in Ougi as he split you apart on his cock.
“I missed this pussy.” He breathed against your neck, rough fingers pressed into the fat at your hips as he kept your skirt bunched around your waist.
Your hands splayed against the counter to try and stop yourself from slamming face first into the mirror as he set a rough, persistent pace. It was unusual for Uryu to move with so much urgency, used to his languid pace when he eased his hips into you.
“What’s gotten into you, Uryu?” You gasped when he gave a particularly harsh thrust, feeling the blunt tip of his cock drag against your velvety walls before he nestled it as deep as it would go. His balls snug against your clit as he cherished the way your walls clung to him, lifting the bottom of his shirt to look down at where your bodies were connected as he noticed the creamy ring of slick at the base of his cock.
He had to record this to send to his brother to thank him for the wonderful gift— you looked way too fucking pretty. Pulling his cellphone out of the tight denim jeans he’d borrowed from Uryu as he moved to take a video, holding the camera directly above your ass as he arched his back to give his brother the perfect view.
“Shouldn’t you be thinking about what’s gotten into you?” He laughed at his joke, giving your ass a rough smack as he continued to fuck into you. Your thighs bruising against the edge of the counter as he used you for his pleasure, already feeling his balls begin to tighten in the telltale sign of his climax as he reached a hand around your body to press two slender fingers against your clit.
“F-uck,” You whined, biting down onto your bottom lip as you looked at your face in the mirror. Lipstick smeared across your chin as your mascara began to clump from the tears clinging to your lashes, wondering how you were supposed to walk back into the pub looking like this.
“Gonna fill this sloppy pussy up,” Uryu gave your ass another smack as you moaned at the thought, “You gonna take all my cum, baby? Gonna let me stuff you full?”
You were delirious now, palms pressed against the mirror to hold yourself up as Uryu’s pace began to falter. Desperately close to his release as he strived to get you off first, swirling your clit beneath his fingers as he worked your body towards your release.
“Yeah you are,” He grinned, “You’d let me do whatever I want to you, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck a baby into you and get you all nice and round— give you so many fucking babies and then let my brother give you even more.”
You hated the way your body reacted to his words, crying out for him as you felt your orgasm surge through you in harsh waves. Your eyes rolling back into your skull as your nails scratched down the glass, leaving marks on it where your head collided with the cold surface and left streaky lines of foundation.
“That’s it— cum all over my cock,” He groaned as you began to pulse around him, coming undone as you cried out entirely too loud. Thankful for the loud bass that was playing through the speakers outside as your legs began to quiver and shake, blinking away the white spots that blurred your vision as you noticed Uryu with his phone in his hand.
“I told you before not to record us like this.” You whined, your lips curled into a pout as Uryu continued to fuck himself into you, feeling your walls trying to milk him of his release.
You’d told him not even a month ago that you didn’t want him taking anymore photographs or videos during sex, because they often ended up in the hands of his twin brother. Seiryu often liked to text you about them after too, as if he was part of the relationship.
“It’s okay, baby,” He grinned, “I won’t show Seiryu, promise. This one will be for my eyes only, yeah?”
He groaned low and deep in his chest as his hand moved to cup one of your cheeks to spread you open for him, angling the phone to capture his cock disappearing inside your quivering walls as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts before finding his own end. Shooting spurts of white hot cum inside your abused hole as he gave a few more ruts of his hips to deliberately fuck it deeper.
But it was then that you noticed it in the reflection— the phone he was holding with the obnoxious smiley face that looked like it had been ripped from a Nirvana logo. Embarrassment and dread began to bloom inside your tummy as he slowly slipped his cock from your used hole to pan down to where his load was now drooling out of you.
“Seiryu?” Your voice broke as you felt your throat tighten as tears began to pool in the corners of your eyes, trying to blink them back as you watched his hazel eyes meet yours in the mirror.
“Took ya long enough, baby.” He threw his head back in raucous laughter as he gave a playful spank to your ass, “What gave it away this time?”
Warnings: 18+, non-con, baby trapping, Bakugou says he’s using a condom but doesn’t, creampies, breeding, pretty much yandere!Bakugou, manipulation, not proofread, Bakugou is just obsessed with you okay?
Word Count: 1.4k.
There’s just something about the way that Bakugou loves you. It’s deeper, more intense than anything you’ve experienced before. A love that’s almost suffocating as it consumes you from the inside out, taking over every piece of you until there’s nothing but him.
Bakugou just doesn’t want to lose you, not when you’re so perfect.
He’s been so patient with you, dutifully walking you home after dates and leaving you on your doorstep. Building up from fleeting kisses on the cheek, to intense make out sessions that leave him standing outside all hot and bothered as you bid him goodnight. Walking home with a raging hard on between his thighs as he fists himself raw at home the same night, watching the creamy ropes of his spend hit the clean porcelain tiles of his bathroom floor as he stares down at the mess he always makes.
What a waste.
It would look far better splashed across your pretty skin, leaving silvery lines in his wake as he paints you with his release. Or even better— buried inside your tight little pussy so everyone knows that you belong to him.
Because you’re his, aren’t you? And he’d do anything it takes to keep you.
He can’t deny that he’s become a little obsessed with you since you both started dating, but it’s not his fault. Not when you’ve given him a taste of what he could have— and Bakugou’s a selfish man. He doesn’t want anyone else to have you.
You’re his.
He’s not a naive man, he’s heard your friends talking about how you can do better. That he’s keeping you away from them, and that they’re worried about you. But he’s doing it for your own good, they’re no good for you. You don’t need them when you’ve got him.
The media are no better, publishing articles about whether a Pro-Hero as volatile and explosive as Dynamight can ever truly love— and you’re the one sign that proves he can.
Maybe a little too much.
Bakugou’s practically in heaven the first time you agree to have sex with him. Moving to that stage in the relationship he reckons should’ve happened weeks ago, thoughts of how wet and warm your cunt would feel completely consuming his mind as he thinks about it at the worst times.
Your pliant body so eager and willing for him, splayed beneath him like a meal he’s ready to sink his teeth into. Cock heavy and weeping with pre as the swollen tip bumps your puffy clit, practically feeling the heat radiating from you as he moves to push forward when—
“Wait, Katsuki. A condom—”
He’s livid, honestly. No, incensed.
He’s waited weeks to have you like this, to fill you to the brim with his cum and to claim you as his own and you whispered those words so sweetly. Like you were doing him a favour.
His jaw clenches as he smooths the gummy latex down his length, feeling it cling to him uncomfortably as he finally pushes forward. Grunting when he feels your tight walls cling to him, but it’s just not the same. The thin barrier prevents him from feeling every inch of you, from consuming you whole.
You writhe beneath him, clinging to his broad shoulders as you practically beg for his cum. The cum that he would’ve happily given to you if you hadn’t made him confine it to nothing more than sticky latex. Canting his hips into you as he felt his release fill the condom, an uncomfortable weight inside it as he pulls out of your spent cunt to see it bare of any trace of him. Your creamy slick coats the condom, clinging to the material like it should be clinging to him. He pulls it off and ties the end with distaste, what a fuckin’ waste.
But you’ve always been a tempting seductress, coaxing him in with your innocent eyes that are really anything but. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him into a salacious kiss as you straddle one of his thick thighs, press your clothed cunt against hard muscle as you grind against him.
“Need you,” You whisper, and it’s all Bakugou needs to hear.
Movements hot and heavy as he pushes you towards your bedroom, letting you land on delicate sheets as he moves to devour you. Dipping two thick digits inside your hungry walls, curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he hears you beg for more, beg for him. A calloused thumb swipes against your clit as you cry out his name, begging for his cock— and tonight he’ll give it to you.
“Katsu— ah, condom—”
That same word that has his blood boiling and hands igniting. Roughly flipping you onto your chest as he leans over you, opening your bedside drawer to find the small square packets as he tears it open with his teeth. Pulling the rubber out as he makes a show of discarding the foil packet beside your head, right where you can see it.
But he’s got no intention of using it tonight. His hands are smeared with the lubrication, sticky and uncomfortable as he spreads your cheeks. Thumbing your tight asshole as you gasp, turning back to him in surprise as he pushes your head back down.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m just touching,” He coos, “You’re just so pretty.”
Oh, that hole will be his soon. Like all the rest of you, you’ll always be his.
He keeps a palm spreading your cheeks as he takes his cock in his fist, smoothing the leaking tip through your messy folds as your bone the wiser. Groaning at how you really feel without and stupid barriers— wet, warm and eager for him as you grind your hips back against him.
“Put it in, Katsuki,” You whine, “Need you.”
Yeah, you do. You need him so fuckin’ bad. Your cunt practically sucks him in as he eases his hips forward, groaning at the feel of your bare walls for the first time, no distracting barriers as he gives an experimental thrust.
He won’t last long like this, and he knows it. Steadying himself above you as he leans his weight on top of you. Forearms on either side of your head as he starts a rough pace, the sound of skin against skin fills the room as he gives you everything he’s got. Those weeks of waiting for this are nothing compared to having you here and now, claiming you as his own.
Pressing wet, sloppy kisses against your cheek as he fucks you with vigour, your moans only goad him on as he’s certain you prefer this too.
“‘m gonna cum,” You cry out, and it’s like a gift from the gods when he feels your walls clamp around his cock with no latex barriers in his way.
“Gonna fill you so good, sweetheart,” He groans, lips flush against your ear as he breathes in the scent of you, “Gonna make you mine.”
Bakugou thinks about how easy it would be to breed you, to fuck a baby into you and have you all soft and round with his child. The perfect little housewife to stay with him forever—
And Bakugou cums hard.
Hips stuttering as empties his balls inside your warm, wet cunt. Filling you to the brim with spurts of his cum, feeling it overflow as his hips keep rutting into you, fucking it deeper inside you as the lewd squelch fills the room.
“Katsuki, stop—“ You gasp, your body shaking beneath him, “Did the condom come off inside me?”
There’s a slight panic to your voice, and Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. His cock throbbing in tandem with the sweet tone to it, pulling out as he masks the groan from deep in his chest with annoyance, feigning disdain as he reaches out to grab the forgotten condom. His cock now glazed in a layer of your creamy slick, glistening with you. He’s already hard and throbbing for you again, desperate to feel the warmth of your cunt hugging him once more. And it takes every ounce of self-restraint he has not to slide back inside you again.
“Fuck, condom broke,” He grunts. The lie leaves his lips so effortlessly, “Sorry sweetheart.”
But he’s not sorry, he’s anything but.
Especially when he sees his creamy spend begin to drip from your stretched little hole, dribbling down your slit as it coats your clit. Thick globs of it drip onto the once clean sheets beneath you as he parts your cheeks for a better look.
But he knows deep down, now you’ve had a taste you’re just as corrupt as he is.
I can’t believe its October already and I’m posting the first day of Kinktober 2022. This was actually supposed to be Day 29 of my Kinktober last year, but its better late than never! I hope you guys enjoy it, and thank you to anyone that gives this a go! As always, read the warnings and if its not for you, please don’t read.💕
Summary: Your boyfriend Dynamight is hard at work trying to keep the city safe and apprehend the perpetrators of a spate of home invasions across Musutafu. But unfortunately for you, it seems as though your house is next on their list.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, PWP, consensual non-con, role-play (home invasion fantasy), threesome, blowjobs, fingering, spit roasting, cum swallowing, creampie, not proof read!
Word Count: 4.7k.
The perpetrators still haven’t been caught in what has been a prolific spate of home invasions around Musutafu. The villains are known to be armed and dangerous, and citizens are advised to keep their doors and windows locked, do not open the door to anyone you don’t know and remain vigilant. Here is Pro-Hero Deku with some tips on keeping you and your family safe in these trying times.
Having a Pro-Hero boyfriend had its perks as you felt nowhere near as scared as some other citizens of Musutafu must have felt seeing the latest news broadcast play on the television. Grinning as Deku appeared across the screen as the spokesperson for the home invasions in full hero costume. Bright eyes spoke directly to the camera as you picked your phone up to text Bakugou about it, knowing that he wouldn’t be home tonight due to a scheduled night shift.
You[6:29PM]: Just saw Deku on the 6 o’clock news giving tips about staying safe! Shame they didn’t ask my favourite hero Dynamight :(
Smiling as you pressed send, watching the message quickly turn to read as you waited for the three dots to appear to indicate he was texting you back, but instead, your phone began to ring.
“That fuckin’ nerd would be the spokesman.” Bakugou scoffed on the other side of the line, the rough whirr of traffic was loud in the background as you assumed he was out on patrol.
“You had any luck today?” Bakugou had been picking up extra shifts at the agency since these robberies had occurred, vowing that he would be the one to catch them before they struck again. Unfortunately, these villains appeared to be far more elusive than anyone had originally planned, even managing to hit Pro-Hero Uravity’s apartment while she was out on duty.
“If I catch the fucker it’s on sight.” Bakugou snarled, the frustration evident in his tone.
“I know, baby. You keep us safe.” You smiled softly.
“Damn right,” Bakugou continued, “But you better listen to Deku, keep the doors locked.”
“Yes, daddy.” You teased.
“Careful woman.”
“I think I’m gonna have a bath and go to bed,” You smiled, “It’s boring and lonely here without you.”
“You’re really doing everything in your power to make me hard at work, hah?”
“Maybe,” You laughed, stretching as you stood from your position on the bed, “Is it working?”
“Behave, angel.” He replied, as the husky rasp to his voice had you squeezing your thighs together, “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Night, sweetheart.” Bakugou murmured, “Make sure you keep the doors locked and don’t—”
“Don’t let anyone in. I know, baby. I will. I love you.”
“Tch, love you too.”
You grinned as you tossed your phone onto the top of your bed, pulling your clothes off as you made your way into the bathroom.
The steam from your bath had made your skin dewy, your fingers pruned from how long you’d spent inside the hot water as you wrapped a fluffy towel around your torso. Stepping back into your bedroom with the idea of sending Bakugou a flirty text message with a selfie before falling asleep, so he would regret picking up the extra shift tonight when he could’ve been home with you. But now your phone was nowhere to be seen as you looked at your empty bedspread, checking to see if it had maybe vibrated onto the floor.
Your heart began to speed up when you noticed the open window, your black curtains blowing in the cool evening air as you wrapped your towel tighter around your frame. Suddenly feeling completely exposed as you tried to decide what to do next. Wondering whether you should step back inside your en suite and lock the door until Bakugou returned home in the morning, knowing that nothing in the house held the same value as your safety.
A loud clang made you jump as you looked with wide eyes toward the source of the noise, your grip on the towel immediately tightening as you felt goosebumps begin to prickle against your skin.
There was someone in your house.
Backing up as you turned to run towards safety but you were instead met by a tall wall of muscle as you ran straight into someone’s chest. Crying out in surprise as you tried to move back, wide eyes staring up at piercing ruby red.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The man spoke giddily, like the cat who got the cream as you noticed your cell phone in his large palm, “Oh, were you looking for this? Too bad-”
You always used to think about how you would react in a situation like this, convincing yourself that if something like this were to happen you’d be primed and ready to attack. But your flight or fight response activated and you felt yourself bolting towards the door, a hand holding the corner of your towel tight to your body as you ran down the hall.
“You won’t get far, sweetheart,” The red-haired man’s voice bellowed behind you, “ It’ll be easier if you don’t run.”
Ignoring him as you bolted down the hallway, running directly into the nearest room which happened to be your guest bedroom as you slammed the door shut behind you. Hearing the familiar click of your lock as your chest heaved, a mixture of adrenaline and fear brewed inside you as you tried to quell your racing heart. Maybe he’d take what he wanted and would leave without incident, wishing that you had your cell phone so you could call Bakugou and tell him to come home early.
There was a heavy pounding against the hardwood door as you tried to think of what to do or where to go, there was no way you’d be able to climb out the window, especially when you were on the second floor. The banging increased with each heavy blow as the door finally gave way, the lock snapping as the wood collapsed onto the floor, narrowly missing your bare toes.
You screamed at the motion, your back hitting the wall as you tried to put as much distance between yourself and the intruder as you could.
“Shhh,” He hushed you gently, “It’s okay, you’re okay.”
He made his way into the room, stepping over the broken door as he caged you in against the wall.
“Come on, sweetness.” The large man cooed as he stepped over the broken door now lying on the floor, his boots heavy against the wood, “Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, yeah?”
He caught you by surprise as his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss, his nose bumping against yours as you tried to struggle away from him. Instantly thinking about Bakugou and what he would do if he knew this was what was happening to you right now, the rage that would coarse through him. Your boyfriend was out pulling extra shifts to find the very man that was currently inside your home.
Everything felt foreign as tears continued to spill down your cheeks, his hands rough against your hips as he pulled you into his touch. Allowing you to feel the tent beneath his pants as he ground himself against you, a low groan reverberating from deep in his throat as his tongue swiped against yours to deepen the kiss. You were certain you were going to pass out, the lack of oxygen was causing you to become lightheaded as you tried to remember to breathe through your nose.
Everything would be okay, if you could just distract him enough to make your escape you could make it to the front of the house to make enough noise to cause a scene. Someone in the neighbourhood would call law enforcement and you’d be safe, you just had to make it to the front door—
“Fuck,” He groaned, his large hands snuck beneath the hem of your towel as calloused palms dragged against the smooth skin of your inner thighs, “You’re so soft—”
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” You pleaded with the man, “My boyfriend will be home soon, he’s a Pro-Hero—”
“A Pro-Hero?” The man scoffed, “Oh yeah? And what’s his name?”
“D-Dynamight.”
“Dynamight?” Kirishima began to laugh, “I hate to break it to you, sweetheart. But Dynamight can’t do shit to me.” He squeezed your cheeks together in one large hand as your lips puckered into a pout as he stared down at you, “I bet he’d be happy to know that Blood Riot was currently in his house with his girl, though.”
Blood Riot? Was this the villain responsible for the spate of burglaries in the area over the last few weeks? The man that Bakugou had been spending extra hours and taking extra shifts to try and apprehend? The thought filled you with dread as the headlines continued to replay in your head, almost numbing you to the sensation of his hands groping the meat of your hips.
“Look at you,” He groaned, pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips, “So fucking pretty.”
“How lucky was it that I picked your house?” You were barely listening to him as you tried to plan an escape route, trying to remember everything Bakugou had taught you about what to do when you were in a sticky situation. Bakugou had always been weary that you were dating a popular Pro-Hero so you could be seen as a target, so you’d gone through hours of roleplay scenarios with him for when things turned sour. But it’s as though your mind was completely blank as you stood in front of the hulking tower of a man in front of you, his knuckles stroking your cheek as you took a deep breath.
“Shit,” Kirishima snarled as you ducked beneath his arm, his palm knocking against the doorframe as he turned to follow you.
Speed was on your side as you ran down the hallway, turning the corner to knock face first into another man’s chest. You stumbled back as you almost fell back onto your ass, squealing in surprise as you put your palms out to steady yourself. Large palms circled your arms to keep you upright as the man bent his knees slightly to bring his face level with your own.
“Where’d you think you’re going, sweetheart?” The man’s raspy voice had your stomach in knots, his grip firm as though he thought you might struggle again.
“I— uh, I—” You stuttered, feeling his vermillion eyes piercing through your soul as his gaze remained unwavering on you.
“Hey, Bakugou.” Kirishima came around the corner to stand directly behind you, “You’ll never guess who her boyfriend is.”
“Who, Kiri?” Bakugou replied, his warm breath fanning your face.
“Dynamight.” He practically sang the name.
“Well shit.” Bakugou’s lips curled into a smirk, “This is Dynamight’s house?”
“Yeah, dude. We hit the jackpot.”
“Of course, Dynamight would have a beautiful girl hah?” Bakugou’s palm cupped your cheek as he leaned in closer.
You felt them eyeing you up like a piece of meat, fingers tightening in the corner of your towel as Bakugou’s lips met yours in a rough kiss, his grip firm on your face to prevent you from moving away as his tongue swiped against your lips. Gasping in surprise as he took the opportunity to delve inside your mouth, his tongue lashing against your own as he deepened the kiss. Distracting you as he moved his other hand to the hem of your towel, tugging roughly as you felt the cool air from the hallway hit your exposed skin, the fabric pooling around your feet on the hardwood floor as you were left completely naked in front of both strange men.
Bakugou broke the kiss to take a look at your naked body, watching the way your nipples began to pebble in the cold room, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a breath. Kirishima let out a low whistle behind you as he was given the perfect view of your naked back as you felt a hand come down on your ass hard. Yelping in surprise as you stepped closer to Bakugou, his body looming over yours as he unabashedly ogled your chest.
“Best one yet.” He murmured, reaching out to grope your breast as you arched your back into his touch. Holding the weight of it in his palm as his thumb flicked your taut nipple, causing a soft whine to slip past your lips.
“She’s fucking perfect right?” Kirishima pressed his clothed body up against yours behind you as his lips began to pepper kisses along the apex of your neck.
“She is,” Bakugou murmured, curving his neck to take one of your nipples between his lips. His tongue flicked against it as he massaged the mound with his palm.
You hated the way your body was betraying you, your thighs rubbing together to try and create some friction as you felt the familiar sensation brewing in your pelvis. A movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the two men surrounding you.
“Does that feel good?” Kirishima goaded, his palm flat against your abdomen as he pushed you back into his clothed erection, letting you feel how hard he was for you, “Yeah it does, listen to you moaning.”
“No, please.” You mumbled, your fingers curling into the fabric of Bakugou’s shirt as you feebly tried to push him away, “Please stop—”
“You can cry and whine as much as you want that you don’t want it, but your body is betraying you, sweetheart.”
Bakugou’s hand moved between your plush thighs to cup your warm sex, his touch had you gasping as you rolled your hips back into Kirishima’s crotch. Causing the large man to bite down against the supple skin of your neck.
“Please, don’t.” You continued to plead, but your cries fell on deaf ears as both men continued their assault on your body, “I’ll scream.”
“Ain’t no one gonna hear you, princess.” Bakugou scoffed, “Go on, try—“
Deep down you knew he was right, your boyfriend had specifically chosen this neighbourhood because it was quiet, the houses weren’t close to each other and it gave you both the privacy you craved.
“Didn’t think so.” Bakugou grinned at your silence, lifting his hand slightly to put more pressure against your slit as you moved onto your tiptoes. Your eyes rolled as you let out a soft mewl, feeling Kirishima’s hands coil around your body to cup your naked breasts.
“Wanna show us your bedroom, sweetheart?” Bakugou whispered, “I can give you a real reason to scream.”
“We gonna fuck in Dynamight’s bed?” Kirishima scoffed.
“We’re gonna destroy her in Dynamight’s bed,” Bakugou smirked, already pushing you down the hall towards your bedroom, as though he knew exactly where to go.
Stepping inside the room as he pushed you back onto the soft mattress, leaving you sprawled out in front of him as both men stopped to admire the view. Kirishima palmed himself through his sweats at the sight as he stepped into the room behind Bakugou.
“Dynamight’s gonna come home to find his girl dripping in our cum.” Kirishima grinned as he pulled his sweats down around the curve of his ass, the heavy meat of his cock hanging down a sheer indication of its weight. Wrapping a large palm around himself as he gave it a teasing pump, his wrist rolling around the head to smear the pre oozing from the tip along the length.
“She ain’t ever gonna want Dynamight’s cock again when we’re done with her,” Bakugou spoke as though you weren’t even there, “She’s cryin’ now but she’ll be begging us to come back later.”
Bakugou’s fingers brushed through your messy folds, dipping into your slick as he circled your tight entrance. The movement had your hips jerking on the mattress as he smirked down at you, dragging his fingers back up to nudge your puffy clit as you let out a soft moan.
“You like that, hah sweetheart?” He watched your lips part in a silent moan as he continued to rub teasing circles against your clit.
You didn’t want to admit how much you liked it, how he’d managed to touch you in the exact way that had your toes curling and your chest heaving. Your body betrayed you as your tight walls clenched around nothing, desperate to feel more of him.
“It’s okay, you can tell me how much you’re enjoying it, baby. Dynamight doesn’t have to know.” He scoffed, moving his fingers back down to press against your tightness.
“She fucking loves it, look at her.” You felt the mattress dip as Kirishima crawled onto it beside you, angling his cock towards your mouth as the tip smeared a glistening line of pre against your cheek.
You kept your lips pursed shut as you felt fresh tears beginning to clump in your lashes, trying to ignore the sensation of Bakugou’s fingers prodding your tight entrance.
“Oh fuck,” Bakugou grunted as he slipped one solo finger inside your tight heat, feeling your walls clamping down around him as you gasped at the intrusion. Your eyes widened in surprise as Kirishima took the opportunity to press his cock inside your mouth, groaning as your lips wrapped around him.
“That’s it- just like that.” Kirishima cooed as he watched more of his length disappear inside your mouth, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You tried to remember to breathe through your nose as you felt Bakugou add another finger inside your tight cunt, stretching you out as he began to curl them inside you. Pumping them roughly as Kirishima matched his movements, rolling his hips as he pushed his cock deeper inside your wet mouth.
“I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou continued as he continued fingering your cunt, “I know you want it,”
“She’s so good at sucking cock,” Kirishima groaned, “Dynamight’s a lucky guy. Maybe we should just take her instead. So we can use her whenever we want.”
You blanched at the idea, wide eyes staring up at them pleadingly as tears began to stream down your temples, soaking the pillowcases beneath your head. You hoped if you just did as they said they’d let you go—
“Fuckin’ shit,” Kirishima grunted, his balls tightening as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Gagging at the sheer size of him as your nails dug into the tops of his thighs, trying to get him to pull back. Your jaw ached and your throat burned as he tried to get as much of his thick girth inside you as possible, an obscene challenge as he was met with resistance.
“That’s if you don’t kill her first with that fat fucking thing, be careful Kiri. Jesus-” Bakugou rasped.
You spluttered as Kirishima pulled out of your mouth for a moment to allow you to gasp for air, gulping in mouthfuls as strings of your spit and his cum connected him to your lips as they snapped off against your chin. One of Kirishima’s large palms stroked the top of your head soothingly as he began to fist himself languidly, smearing your drool along his length.
“Sorry, babe.” He smiled a sharp-toothed grin as he tapped his cock against your lips, “Let’s try that again, yeah?”
He was far more delicate this time as he slid his cock back inside your mouth, Bakugou’s thumb pressed messy circles against your clit as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy.
Whining around Kirishima’s cock as you felt Bakugou pull his hand away from your cunt, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and jeans filled the room as he tapped the fat, leaking tip of his cock against your soaked slit.
“So pretty,” Bakugou groaned as he pressed forward, watching as the tip of his cock slowly began to disappear inside your tight hole, “Good girl.”
Your thighs quivered as he pressed more of himself inside you, vermilion eyes focused on his cock disappearing inside you. Giving an experimental thrust as he canted his hips forward, your tits bouncing from the movement as he pushed deeper inside you.
“How does she feel?“ Kirishima looked back at his friend as Bakugou finally bottomed out inside you, the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit as he curled his forearms beneath your thighs to bend your body.
“Fuckin’ amazing.” He grunted, easing his hips back before snapping them forward as you moaned around Kirishima’s cock.
“It’s my turn after, yeah?” Kirishima turned back to watch Bakugou’s cock disappearing inside your tight walls.
You felt like you were being split in two, your jaw aching from the sheer size of Kirishima’s cock paired with Bakugou stretching you open had your insides swirling as you tried to ignore the ache throbbing through your veins. The sensation was overwhelming as both men set a steady pace, using your body for their own pleasure.
“S’too much.” You mumbled around the tip of Kirishima’s cock as he pulled his hips back, feeling the ache between your thighs as Bakugou’s length nudged your cervix. The motion had your back arching in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your silky walls throbbed around him.
“Aww, poor baby,” Kirishima feigned sympathy as he stroked the top of your head, “But you can take it for us, yeah?”
“Please,” You pleaded with them as you felt Kirishima tap the tip of his cock against your bottom lip before sliding back inside you. His pace became sloppier as he continued rutting his hips against you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he danced on the edge of his climax.
The crude squelch of Bakugou’s cock sinking into your wet cunt and the sound of you gagging around Kirishima filled the room as you tried to ignore how lewd it sounded. Both men’s grunts left a swirl of heat inside your abdomen as they used your body for their own desire.
“I’m gonna cum,” Kirishima grunted, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the headboard, his balls slapping against your chin as he gave a few more messy ruts of his hips.
“Thought you wanted a go after me,” Bakugou scoffed, “Your shitty fuckin’ stamina.”
“I told you she feels good,” Kirishima groaned, ruby eyes focused on your lips wrapped around his cock as he came inside you with a grunt. His release was warm against your tongue as he leaned his body over you to cling to the headboard, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath after the intense orgasm. Pulling his softening cock from between your lips with a groan as he looked down at your debauched face.
“Holy shit,” Kirishima groaned as he caught sight of his cum inside your mouth, some of it dribbling down your chin, “Should take a picture. You look so pretty right now.”
“She really does,” Bakugou growled, Kirishima moving to the side gave him the perfect view of your body as he began to speed up, slipping his hand to where your bodies were connected to press messy circles against your clit.
“Fuck,” You cried out, Bakugou’s body curved over yours as he drove his hips harder against you, pounding into your wetness as he worked you towards your release.
“Come on, pretty girl.” Bakugou murmured, “I know you’re close- I can feel you clampin’ down on my dick.”
It was true, you wanted to. Your body betrayed your mind as you thought about Dynamight coming home and seeing you in such a precarious position, knowing he’d save you and apprehend the villains— if they even lived long enough to be captured. Wondering whether he’d be mad at you for not following his instructions on what to do during a situation like this.
“Fuck, that’s it- cum all over my cock.” Bakugou groaned as he felt you cum hard. Your walls clamped down around his fat cock as you shook beneath him, a loud cry leaving your lips as your body followed its bliss. He continued his harsh pace as he fucked you through your climax, beads of sweat clinging to his temples as messy blond spikes of hair stuck to his skin. Weaving his forearm beneath one of your thighs to angle your body so he could use you for his own pleasure.
“Gonna leave you full of my cum for when your boyfriend comes home.” Bakugou continued with a smirk.
“No, please.” You cried out, “Anywhere but inside–” You tried to argue but he was relentless. His thumb remained constant against your puffy clit as you continued to writhe beneath him, feeling yourself on the cusp of another climax. Your body felt overstimulated as you let out a high-pitched whine, your toes curling as you felt another harsh orgasm rip through you.
“She liked the idea of that,” Kirishima grinned as he leaned down to nip at your breast, “Think she wants to be fucked into the shape of our cocks.”
“Fuckin’ hell– Clampin’ down on my fuckin’ cock,” Bakugou groaned as he felt his own orgasm take over him, his balls tightening as he spilt hot, white ropes of cum inside your tight cunt, “Good fuckin’ girl.” Each word was enunciated with a sharp rut of his hips as he stilled inside you to cherish the way your walls trembled around him.
“This will be our little secret, yeah?” Bakugou groaned, still buried inside your abused hole. Feeling your walls continue to flutter around him in the aftershocks of your release as he kept you plugged full of his cum, “Every night you’re lying in this bed with Dynamight, you’re gonna be thinkin’ about how much better our cocks are, ain'tcha?”
Bakugou landed a playful smack to your slit which had you squealing in surprise, your clit overstimulated as you tried to clamp your thighs together to prevent him from touching you there as he grinned down at you. Warm palms stroked the inside of your thighs as he squeezed the supple skin softly, a stark contrast to his prior actions.
“And don’t even think about telling anyone or we’ll come back and it’ll be worse.” Kirishima glared down at you, but you couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” Kirishima whined as his lips curled into a pout, “Why’re you laughing?”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You laughed, “That just didn’t sound menacing at all.”
“Well, what did you want me to say?” Kirishima’s brows furrowed as he stared down at you in annoyance, the most obnoxious pout now gracing his lips as you had to stop yourself from leaning up to kiss them.
“She’s right, shitty hair,” Bakugou scoffed, “You broke character way too fuckin’ easy.”
“I did not,” He scoffed, “Blood Riot was real menacing.”
“It’s not my fault, she’s cute.” Kirishima pouted as you began to laugh at the bashful expression on his face.
“Oh shit, sweetheart.” Bakugou choked out as your walls clenched around him from your laughter, “You trying to make me cum again?”
“Sorry,” You hummed softly as Kirishima leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.
“Thank you for indulging in my little fantasy,” You cooed up at Bakugou as you met his lips in a soft kiss.
“Whatever you want,” Bakugou grinned down at you as he teasingly rut his hips against you before moving back as his softening cock slipped out of your spent pussy. Your fluttering walls slowly pushed the mixture of your release out of your stretched cunt as both men stared at the sight in awe, following the trail as it began to leak down towards your ass.
“So pretty,” Kirishima cooed as he pressed his lips to yours, “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock next time.”
“Next time?” Bakugou shot his best friend a glare, “Who said there’s even gonna be a next time?”
“But you both said you had fun, I thought—”
“You owe me a new fuckin’ door, asshole.” Bakugou snarled, “That definitely wasn’t part of the plan.”
“I’m sorry,” Kirishima whined, “I got too in character.”
“Are you joking? Your acting was fuckin’ terrible.”
And now here you were in between two bickering men as you felt Bakugou’s cum slowly seep out of you.
So how does jabber get the cleaners all riled up about you and your night time proclivities. I know he’d prefer to do it in person but I can’t get the idea of him sending a video of you bouncing on his cock, to enjin, and you having to deal with the fact that a man you see as a big brother and mentor has seen everything of you.
Tw: noncon, drugging.
I have such a vivid picture of him giggling and kicking his feet after personally sending an old VHS tape to the cleaners compound that’s stuffed into a brown paper bag and has absolutely no information on it a few weeks later.
And you’re back with them all but you haven’t mentioned a word of it to anyone, especially Enjin. Even when Riyou asks what the fresh marks are on your neck, or the way you have a slight limp when you walk from how hard Jabber fucked into your unconscious body. The poison flowing through your veins gifted him the opportunity to be a little meaner, and of course he indulged.
So Corvus holds up the tape and he’s certain that it’s important, so he tells Semiu to gather everyone in the main lounge area so you can all watch together and see if you can find out any information. The kids are all asleep, so he tells her not to bother waking them and it ends up with you squished onto the couch between Tamsy and Enjin as August presses play, and then suddenly you see it on the television. The video quality is horrible; definitely shot on one of those old school camcorders that were big in the 80s, and Jabber’s camera angles suck as it keeps panning to the garish wallpaper that was plastered over the dingy motel— but you recognise it instantly.
“Did someone send a porno?” Enjin laughs, spreading his thighs as he leans back into the couch, slinging an arm over the back of it just above your shoulders.
“Why would anyone do that?” Griss raises a brow as he leans forward slightly to try and decipher what’s going on.
And before you can tell Corvus to switch it off, to stop the tape you feel Enjin stiffen beside him when your face comes into view. It’s evident you’re passed out, barely able to make out the whites of your eyes as you slip out of consciousness as Jabber fucks into your pliant body. Talking all kinds of filth, despite the fact you couldn’t hear it that day, it’s definitely all for show— the theatrics of everything. He knows you would’ve refused if he’d tried to record you conscious, like you had many times before. Once catching him when he tried to sneak a photograph of you bent over in a dirty dive bar bathroom in town.
But this— this was calculated.
You expect Corvus to switch it off to save your dignity, but even he seems frozen in place as your friends continue to watch in horror as Jabber fucks you on screen.
Enjin is stiff beside you, and you can just about make out the way his jaw locks out of the corner of your eye as his tattooed hands ball into tight fists, blunt nails piecing his skin as he can’t take his eyes off you.
And he feels sick with the way his body reacts to it, his cock swells to half-mast beneath his baggy pants as he watches the way your breasts bounce with each rough thrust. Your head lolled to the side as he maps out the curve of your neck, trying to stop himself from rutting his hips when Jabber pans the video lower so he can see where your bodies are connected. Even on the grainy film he can make out the curve of your hips and how pretty your mound looks from this position.
He’s just as sick and depraved as Jabber, practically getting off on this as he feels bile rise in his throat.
But somehow you’re still worse— feeling your clit throb beneath your panties as you sit in a room full of people watching you get used by the enemy. The thought alone has your cunt gushing around nothing, but the fact that you now get to see what Jabber saw when he was using you like that has you feeling warm.
Semiu eventually stops the tape, the entire room silent as they try to process what the fuck happened. Tamsy, sweet Tamsy, pipes up that you must’ve been coerced or kidnapped because you weren’t conscious in that video— and perhaps you yourself don’t remember it at all.
It’s then Enjin catches everyone by surprise by bolting upright and fleeing the room, slamming the door on his way out as you try to decide whether to follow him or not.
“It’s probably harder on him than most,” Follo gives you a sympathetic look, “You’re like a little sister to him.”
But little do you know Enjin is trying to stop himself from fisting his cock in his room after seeing you like that. And he’s disgusted at how much he wishes that it was him on that video, and not Jabber.
