As of your Cucktober, when it comes to rather odd threesomes, maybe Bakugo x Hawks x Reader (mha). Giving Bakugo would be aged up to maybe college years it could be some sort of a powerplay between Hawks (who is more or less accurately with the manga ending) still high in his chair, and two college students. Or it could be Hawks and a pro-hero/secretary reader and they both hold power over the college Bakugo. Or something else that maybe comes to mind. Food for thought.
Also idk if this is really an odd pairing of characters but I haven’t seen much fics where them two engage with each other.
I’ve actually already done a Bakugou x Hawks x Reader fic for one of my kinktobers before haha! I love the pairing, and they definitely deserve more fics together. Especially when it’s clear in canon that Hawks pisses Bakugou off, I just love the potential!
The Hawks and secretary reader sounds hot though. Like I love the thought of scummy Hawks telling you what to do or you’ll lose your job or something and Bakugou not exactly saying no—
But also perhaps he knows you have a crush on Bakugou, and Bakugou is maybe gonna get in trouble with the media which could change his hero ranking and Hawks says he could help make it disappear if he does this one little thing for him—
They’re both super fun characters to write so this has given me much thoughts thank you💕
It’s entirely too early to do sexy Halloween asks right?😔 so maybe there’s a costume party this weekend and the theme is movies, and of course Nirei would do absolutely anything for you— he’s just grateful to even be considered when it comes to you because you really are way too fucking pretty for him, too perfect—
So the guys are sitting around a table in Pothos discussing what costumes to wear, and of course Kiryu hears Nirei’s plan and is already a step ahead of him as he types away on his phone and orders the exact same mask.
But can you blame him? When you turn up to the party looking so pretty. And Kiryu can tell that you were expecting Nirei to dress up as ghostface because you make a beeline for him, planting yourself on his lap from where he’s spreading his thighs against a loveseat as you immediately try to pull the mask up for a kiss. But Kiryu is quicker, his hand grabs your wrist roughly and it ceases your movements. Holding you tight against him, far rougher than Nirei has ever held you— and it has your eyes widening in surprise slightly but it’s not like you mind? You like the idea of him being a little more assertive, don’t you?
So of course you don’t complain when Kiryu tugs you towards the tiny downstairs bathroom, closing and locking the door before having you pressed up against the counter. Grinding against his already hard cock as you try to stifle your moans, because you don’t want anyone outside to hear you and you don’t want to ruin this extremely uncharacteristically bold move from Nirei.
But it’s only when he’s balls deep that you realise your mistake, and that poor poor Nirei is looking for you everywhere on the other side of the door.
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?”
So what if he played dirty to get here, can you really blame him? When the reward is the biggest trophy there is—
Warnings: 18+, dubcon, spanking, no prep, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, cum eating, cum swapping.
Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x f!reader.
Word Count: 2.0k.
A man who’s reputation preceded him, rumours swirling about the numerous exploits he was involved in that had to be covered up. Non-disclosures paired with hush money meant the internet was buzzing with convoluted theories about what Shidou Ryusei got up to when he was off the pitch.
But no one really knew the truth— for a man that was seemingly so dangerous and depraved, he was always focused on the win. Trophies and titles are only so important when they’re earned, the thrill of the chase almost more exciting than the prize itself.
Not this time, though— this time the prize was well and truly worth the chase. Leaving a line of deflated men hunched over out in the locker rooms as he stalked towards the room you were waiting in, ignoring every word that Ego tried to say to him as he pushed the door open. Slamming it shut behind him as he took in the sight of you sitting so quietly at the foot of the bed, towering over you as though ready to consume you whole.
“So this is what all the fuss was about, huh?” Shidou scoffed, shamelessly leaning forward to hook an index finger between the cups of your lacy bra. Tugging at the thin string as your breasts bounced from the motion, magenta eyes focused on your bare skin as the same maniacal grin that he wears on the field appeared, “No wonder those bozo’s are practically begging for penalties now.”
Shidou wouldn’t admit the lengths he went to in order to be the next one to have you. The desire and drive the other members of the program now had evident to everyone around, the way they all played the game now far more calculated and tenacious. Every man stepping up their game for a chance of claiming you next, which meant that Shidou had to adapt. And now that he was here in the room with you, he’d admit it was worth the yellow card he’d received after shouldering Isagi as he was about to score. The poor fucker trying to jog off a hurt ankle for the rest of the match, while Shidou managed to intercept the penalty given and knocked his own goal into the top left corner.
“Don’t worry, Isagi,” Shidou called across the pitch as the players made their way towards the locker rooms. Holding up his fingers in a peace sign towards Isagi after before moving them to his lips to stick his tongue out between them in a lewd gesture— a reminder to his rival of what reward awaited Shidou tonight, and left the poor striker fucking his fist in the showers at the thought of it, “I’ll tell you how she tastes.”
You could smell him, a virile musk that shrouded his form and clung to his football shirt that made your thighs shudder. Clearly, he hadn’t even bothered to shower after the game before finding his way here to you— deciding this matter was of far higher importance as he shrugged his damp shirt up and over his head.
“Aww, don’t worry,” He cooed as he noticed the way your eyes widened at his bold movement, voice oozing with faux sympathy, “I’ll be gentle.”
Shidou broke off into a laugh after, as though he couldn’t even believe his lie long enough to endorse it. Catching you by surprise as he wrapped a palm around your thigh to flip you over, pulling a surprised squeal from your lips as he took in the view of your round ass.
“Shit, that ass is fuckin’ eating your panties, huh?” He was so crass, the words had an intense heat rushing to your face as he smacked a large palm down on your right cheek hard. Splaying all of his fingers for maximum impact as he palmed your cheek after, letting the meat of it mould around his fingers as he shook roughly, “Can’t wait to make it bounce.”
You cried out when he spanked you the second time, the dull ache from the first now ebbing to a sting as he gave the other cheek the same attention. The sensitive skin darkening from his ministrations as he pushed his hips forward, feeling his naked length now perched between the curve of your ass. When had he even—
You turned your head back to see his football shorts left bunched around his thighs, barely enough to free his hard cock. And although he hadn’t been as big as you’d anticipated him to be, nothing could seemingly be as big as his ego. The length definitely made up for his size, forking veins scattered along him as they melded into a bulging, swollen tip.
“Like what you see, babe? And unlike these other losers, I know how to use it too—” He sneered, wrapping a palm around himself to give a teasing pump before slapping the tip of it against your ass, leaving a silvery line of pre against your skin, “On your knees.”
Shidou slapped the side of your thigh as he leaned back on his calves, watching in amusement as you assembled the position. Bracing yourself on your palms as you kneeled, legs on either side of him as he reached out to run his fingers along the crotch of your panties. A guttural groan rumbling deep in his chest at the sensation, feeling how wet the material was before he’d even really toyed with you.
“Does he make you get yourself wet before, or is this all for me?” Shidou smirked, pinching your labia between his thumb and forefinger as he toyed with your folds, “It’s all because of me, ain’t it?”
Knew it, he murmured beneath his breath as he continued to play with you like a toddler with a new toy at Christmas. Rough hands prodding at you as he did as he pleased, thumbing your clit to pull more pretty moans from between your lips before tugging your panties to the side. Grinning as he watched the glistening strings of your slick stick to the fabric and break off against your skin as your tight hole fluttered around nothing. He pushed his middle finger forward, prodding it against your hole to feel how tight you were. Biting down on his bottom lip as he dragged the calloused pad along your inner walls, watching in amusement as you tried to push back into his touch.
“I thought I’d have to prep you or some shit, but looks like this pretty pussy’s practically begging for me, ain’t she?” He snorted, moving into position as he took himself in a rough fist. Lining himself up with your drooling slit as he dragged his leaky tip through your folds, coating himself in you as he slowly began to push forward, “So fuckin’ easy.”
“Oh,” You exhaled, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you as you felt Shidou push into your tight sex, unbothered about the slight resistance as he rolled his hips.
“Shit,” Shidou grunted, “No wonder those fuckers are actually trying now, you got this perfect angel cunt.”
Shindou was ruthless as he started a brutal pace, hands splayed against your ass as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside your wet heat. Creamy rings of your slick circling his length as his balls slapped against your clit with each rough thrust. Your arms became weak trying to keep up with the force of his movements, shaking before you collapsed onto your forearms. Changing the angle of his thrusts as he moved to curl over your body, one of his hands now pressed to the sheets beside you while the other curled into the back of your bra. Roughly holding the clasp as the wires dug into your chest, pink eyes watching the swell of your ass ripple with the force of his thrusts.
“Shit, baby. You’re tryin’ to get me to cum fast, ain’tcha?” He trailed off into a groan as he felt your walls clench around him from his tone.
You couldn’t keep your head up, your forehead now against the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast. The tip of his long cock so deep inside you that it gave your cervix a bruising kiss with each forward motion, certain that you’d feel his cum in your guts if he came inside.
It was too much, and not enough at the same time. The pleasure numbing the pain as your cunt cried out for relief, the euphoria swirling inside you as you teetered on the edge of your climax. Embarrassed at the pathetic whines that you couldn’t stop from spilling from your throat as Shidou fucked into your pliant body, overcome by pleasure.
“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it— cum on my cock.” You felt lightheaded as the pleasure finally consumed you whole, crying out in pleasure as your climax crashed down around you. Toes curling as your arms and legs gave way, collapsing onto your stomach as your walls pulsed around him.
Shidou didn’t miss a beat as he followed you down onto the mattress, his cock still buried firmly inside you as he pressed the muscular weight of his body on top of you. Chasing his own pleasure as your cunt continued to pulse around him, trying to milk him of his own release.
“That was so hot,” He grunted, chapped lips pressing wet kisses against the curve of your neck as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, “Sound so pretty when you cum— I bet the whole locker room heard ya.”
He was relentless as he chased his own pleasure, the change in position had you even tighter as Shidou felt his balls tighten in anticipation, giving a few more rough ruts of his hips against the curve of your ass as he came undone. Coating your walls with ropes of white, hot cum as he emptied himself inside you.
“Fu-uck,” He grunted, his sweaty chest tacking to your back as he nuzzled your neck. Surrounding you completely with the scent of him as he stayed buried inside you for a few moments, cherishing the sensation of your walls continuing to clench around him in the tremours of your climax before he finally pulled out.
Smirking in satisfaction at the way your slick and his cum left messy strings along the length of his cock, glistening in the fluorescent lights of the room as he spread your cheeks apart to see your stretched hole.
“Can’t let it go to waste,” He scoffed, pulling your hips up as he pushed his tongue inside you. Tasting the bitter mixture of his spend laced with the flavour of you as he slurped lecherously at your throbbing cunt, sucking the mixture out if you and into his mouth.
You groaned as he moved to hold the back of your head with his strong palm, fingers digging into the base of your skull at the root of your hair as he tugged your head back. His other hand pulling at your jaw to tug your mouth open as he pressed his lips against yours, letting the debauched combination of your releases trickle into your mouth as he spat. The bitter taste hit your tongue as your eyes rolled back, his fingers moving lower to wrap around your neck as he urged you to swallow. Magenta eyes focused on you with the same depraved smirk on his face as he felt your throat bob, swallowing everything he’d given you.
“God, you’re a bigger freak than me.” He shook his head, leaning forward to give your glossed lips a languid lick before pulling back and making a scene of smacking his lips, “Maybe I’ll let those other fuckers clean you off my cock— see what they’re missing.”
If Shidou had risked a red card to get a chance with you today, before he’d even had you, you dread to think what he would do to get another taste. Stuffing his cock back inside his shorts as he pulled them back up, scratching at his chest as he gave himself a final look at your spent body lax against the messy sheets. Knowing that every single man inside Blue Lock would be jealous of him and the stench of you that permeated from him when he walked back into the room. That Shidou Ryusei currently held the biggest prize in the program.
Everyone thinks Red Riot is such a nice hero, but really he just loves fucking his cute, unsuspecting fangirls.
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, not proofread, non-con/dub-con, implied!drugging but could just be seen as intoxication, unprotected sex, teeny tiny bit of assplay, Kirishima promises to wear a condom but doesn’t, creampie, public sex.
Word Count: 2.5k.
“You’re so lucky!” You heard the voices around the table when the Red Riot had offered to buy you a drink.
Suddenly finding it difficult to speak when you gave him a nod in response, grateful that he’d looked down at your glass of wine as an indication of what to order you because you weren’t sure you would’ve been able to answer if he’d asked.
You felt hot as it seemed as though every set of eyes in the vicinity were on you now— from the women who wished that he’d picked them, to the men that he’d come in with standing around the bar. The angry blond more formerly known as Dynamight seemed to be glaring at you from across the room, shaking his head slightly before downing the rest of his whisky.
“Don’t worry about him,” Kirishima grinned softly at you as he handed you a glass, “He always looks like that.”
Kirishima had this perfect way of making you feel at ease, the friendly tone to his voice paired with kind eyes made it easy for you to melt into him. Silencing any objections you’d usually have if a guy leaned down to tug your chair closer to him, or wrapped their arm around your waist during a first date. It was different when it was Red Riot— you felt like you already knew him. From your television screen to the huge billboards that were up all over the city to promote his latest collaboration. The man that you followed on social media and religiously liked his posts, not that you’d told him that— although with another few drinks inside you, you might.
“You look gorgeous tonight, you know,” His warm lips brush the shell of your ear as he leans closer to talk to you over the loud bass of music in the club, “I just had to come and talk to you.”
You don’t even question it when he lays a huge palm on your bare thigh, his thumb disappearing beneath the hem of your dress. Ghosting against the lace of your panties as you give another glance around the bar to see if anyone is looking— the only set of eyes that match your gaze are the same crimson ones from earlier, Dynamight still watching intently as he nurses his drink.
The fact that the Red Riot has asked for your number, bought you countless drinks and given you his undivided attention has you bursting with glee. Certain that none of your friends will believe you, instead wishing they’d come to the bar tonight to see for themselves when you tell them that you’re courting the number twelve hero.
“It’s so loud here,” His palm squeezes your inner thigh and you can’t stop your heart from pounding against your ribcage, making it difficult to breathe as his warm breath fans your skin, “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?”
“Yeah, sure.” You find yourself nodding as he helps you stand, certain you weren’t this drunk before.
“Whoops—” He grins as he grabs your hips, his fingers brushing the curve of your ass as he keeps you upright, “I’ve got you.”
And it’s that moment you feel his hard bulge pressed against the small of your back. Even in heels he dominates your size, towering over you as a pure wall of strength and muscle as he guides you through the crowds. Stepping down a quieter hall that leads towards the bathrooms as he presses you against a wall, large palms still planted firm on your hips.
“I’ve wanted you all night,” He sighs, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses against your neck, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“This is too fast,” You mumble, already feeling his fingers dipping beneath your skirt to grab your ass.
“Aw, sweetheart. I’m sorry,” He seems so sincere when he looks down at you with worried eyes, “Shall I call you a cab home? I just thought you wanted to have some fun.”
“I do, but—”
“But you’d prefer Dynamight or someone, huh?” His eyes droop, “I get it, that always fucking happens when it’s someone I really like—”
“No! I like you too,” You panic when he takes a step back, trying to step forward as you stumble into his arms.
“You do?” He coos, holding you tight, “I’m so lucky I found you.”
It’s embarrassing when he tugs you into the men’s bathroom, sets of eyes watching you with knowing looks from the urinals as he opts for a stall. Locking the door as he presses you against the sink, allowing you to look at him through the reflection in the mirror as he pulls your top over your breasts.
“You’re fucking stunning,” He groans, cupping your breasts as you grind yourself back against him. Alcohol inebriating your senses as he strokes your body, wondering whether you should just tell him to slow down now.
“It’s too much,” You mumble, unsure whether he put something in your drink as your head pounds.
But this is Red Riot, he wouldn’t do that, would he? He’s a Pro-Hero tasked to protect you from sleazy people like that, to make sure you’re safe.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He coos, “I’ll take good care of you.”
“We shouldn’t,” You slur, “Not here.”
“Oh? But I bought you all those drinks,” He mumbles against your neck, “I thought you liked me.”
“I do!” You panic, catching the forlorn look on his face.
“You do?” His eyes immediately brighten, “I’m glad because I like you too, sweetheart. A lot—”
He has you feeling like a giddy, lovesick schoolgirl as he reaches under your skirt to pull down your panties. Letting the fabric settle around your knees as he works on unbuckling his jeans. A large palm splayed on your back to push you over the sink as he guides the leaky tip towards your slit.
“Wait,” You mumble, trying not to slur your words, “Condom.”
You miss the look of annoyance that flashes through Kirishima’s eyes in his reflection in the mirror as you turn to look back at him before that same smile spreads on his face.
“Of course, sweetheart. What do you take me for?” He’s cooing at you as he reaches into his wallet to retrieve a large foil packet, ripping it with his teeth as he leans down to put it on, “Safety first, yeah?”
And the tip of his cock nudges against your ass, feeling the slickness of lube from the latex smear against your bare ass as you cling to the porcelain. Holding on as you watch him in the mirror as he slides the condom onto his cock.
“There,” His hand smooths along your ass, rubbing the lube against your skin to get it off his hand as he pushes his hips forward.
He’s big. The swollen tip enough to have a lump in your throat as you forget to breathe, wiggling your hips in a feeble attempt to reduce the ache.
“Shh, baby. I know, I know.” He coos, pulling back to fist his cock, “Let’s try again, yeah?”
But you don’t notice the devious smirk on his face, or the way his eyes glint with intent as he slides the annoying latex off his thick cock. Discarding it to the floor like trash as he wraps his cock in a large fist again, tapping the leaking tip on your slit before sliding it through your folds. Letting it catch against your tight entrance again as he can finally feel you without a latex barrier.
“Is this okay?” He hums, keeping his tip pressed against your quivering hole.
You nod in response as you try to remember to breathe, taking in large gulps of air as you feel him slowly push his hips forward.
“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” He pushes.
“Yeah, I want it.” You groan as he immediately pushes forward, feeling the tightness between your thighs.
“Oh, shit.” His eyes roll back as he groans at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. He’s far less kind now he can truly feel you as he cants his hips forward without a moment for you to adjust, the pain comes sharp and fast as he stretches you out on his cock.
“Ow,” You choke, your head lolling forward as you try to breathe, the ache between your thighs throbs sharply as Kirishima feigns sympathy.
Telling you what a good girl you are for him, what a good job you’re doing, that you’re his favourite. Clever lines he’s rehearsed time and time again, and it just so happens that they’re working on you just like they have a hundred times before on other girls.
You think you’re special, and in this moment you are. He’s picked you.
“God, your pussy feels so fucking good.” He grunts, warm palms heavy on your ass as he spreads you apart to see his cock buried deep inside your walls. The messy tuft of hair at the base tickles your skin as he pulls his hips back to give an experimental thrusr, “Taking me so well.”
You’re a mess as he fucks into you, your tits bounce with every rough buck of his hips as he presses you into the porcelain sink, your cheek leaves a messy streak of foundation against the mirror as he sets a brutal pace. Telling you it’s because he’s worried someone could come in and see you like this, that he wishes he could have you for longer to really take care of you.
And you believe every line.
“God, sweetheart. Your pussy feels amazing,” Kirishima groans, his thumb brushing the tight rim of your ass as your body jolts in surprise. Embarrassed and terrified at the same time.
“Not there, please—”
“Oh god, baby. I would never.” He shakes his head, but presses down harder against your tight hole, “Relax, Red Riot’s got you, yeah?”
His words are soothing as you try to focus on the pleasure, trying to block out the sound of footsteps outside and the way your cunt clenches around him every time someone rattles the door handle.
“Fuck, you’re clamping down on me, sweets,” He slurs, drunk on pleasure, “You’re tryin’ to milk me.”
He sucks air sharply through his teeth as he bends his back to watch his cock disappearing inside you, the slap of his balls against the swell of your thighs sounds inside the dingy bathroom as your legs shake. Balancing yourself in heels as you try to stop the sink from digging into your hips uncomfortably, certain you’ll have bruises in the morning.
“Gonna cum, shit— gonna fill this little pussy up.” He groans, and you’re certain it’s just words. Dirty talk to help get himself off as he prepares to cum inside the condom, “You want that, baby? Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes,” You find yourself playing into it, your walls throb around him as he works you towards your own release.
“That’s my girl,” He grins, reaching around to press messy circles against your puffy clit, “Gonna stuff you full of my cum.”
“Oh my god,” You repeat, clinging to the sink to keep yourself upright as you feel yourself on the edge of your release. The familiar pleasure building between your thighs as Kirishima leads you into bliss, “Kiri—”
“Red Riot, call me Red Riot—” His fingertips dig into you bruisingly as your cunt begins to convulse.
“Red Riot!” You mewl, “I’m cumming, Red Riot—”
“Oh shit, you want the entire bar to hear you, don’t you?” He grins, spanking your ass as your cunt spasms around him.
Kirishima fucks you through your climax, roughly thrusting into you as you feel the tip of him as deep as he can go. Kissing your cervix with each forward motion as he focuses on his own pleasure, his own desire.
“Hurts,” You choke out as you try to ignore the throb between your thighs or the way your skin digs uncomfortably into the porcelain.
“I’m almost there, sweetheart. Almost there—” He groans, ignoring your pleas, “Gonna fill you up.”
It doesn’t take him much longer to find his own release, his balls tightening as they begin to empty warm, hot spurts of cum into your pulsing walls. His hands smoothing down your back before reaching around to palm your naked breasts before pulling back.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He groans when he pulls out to see strings of your slick connecting his softening cock to your folds.
And that’s when you feel it.
Warm globs of his cum slowly seeping out of your quivering walls, dribbling down your inner thighs and dropping onto the dirty floor.
“Did you— the condom?” You ask in confusion as you turn your head to face him, noticing the shiny gleam of his cock in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom as he gives you a cheeky grin.
“Oh, it must’ve ripped,” He shrugs, sticking himself back into his boxers with no care about how messy he is, “Sorry about that, sweetheart. You’ll be okay, I’m clean.”
Kirishima has just enough manners to pull your panties back up, even though you don’t have a chance to clean yourself up. Feeling his warm cum continue to drool out of you and collect in the lace of the crotch as you shuffle uncomfortably. Tugging your skirt back down as you fix your top, hearing Kirishima buckle his belt again as he checks himself out in the mirror.
“I’ll call you yeah, sweetheart?” He presses a lingering kiss to your cheek before unlocking the door to the men’s bathroom stall and stepping outside. Leaving you standing alone in the room as you stare back at your disheveled reflection.
It’s only when you look down at the ground where you notice the drops of his cum that had fallen to the floor, and beside them the discarded condom still in the perfect roll from the pack.
Okay but Bakugou being stuck is so funny to me cause I imagine it's a very quick, stubborn and a little stupid decision he makes.
He's fast on a villain's heels that he's chasing they are quick to jump through a hole in the wall of the abandoned warehouse they're in. Now WHY Bakugou doesn't just blast the wall in the first place , who's to say, but NOW he's stuck. Palms by his side as his broad chest and shoulders are wedged into the thick concrete and hes lucky no rebar is jutting out of the hole his dumb ass thought he could fit through.
And you know its funny he gets stuck like this, ass out and cheeks slightly rounded from the angle.
Almost the exact position you were stuck in just last month and instead of catching the villain he stoped to help you. Mostly by ripping your uniform, berating you before eating and finger fucking your cunt until you cried.
And you intend to return the favor before husking at the angry blonde that
"Karma's a bitch."
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It’s embarrassing as the number two hero when he gets stuck, the awkward angle makes it difficult for him to aim his explosions towards the hole to get himself out.
“Careful, Dynamight.” The satisfaction oozing through your tone has him thrashing irritably, trying to back out of the tight space— but it’s futile, “You might hurt yourself.”
“Just get me out,” He snarls, “Now.”
And of course you’re going to help him, the villain now long gone but it doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun with him first.
“What’re ya doin’?” He rasps when your hands begin squeezing the swell of his ass, feeling him stiffen under your touch before trying to wriggle away from your grip. 
“Remember when I got stuck like this that time?” You hum, reaching around his hips to unbuckle his utility belt, the clank of his grenades dropping down to the stone floor has Bakugou’s throat going dry and his heart hammering against his chest, “And you told me that it ain’t so bad.”
He can feel the cool chill of the warehouse when you pull his pants down his thighs, his tight underwear following as he snarls in frustration. He can’t see you, but he can feel every slight touch of your hands as you lay your palms flat against both cheeks of his ass, spreading them apart before landing a harsh smack against one of them. Causing him to jolt forward as he hisses out a sharp ‘fuck’.
“Stop messin’ about and get me outta here. The villain could still be here—”
You knew there was no chance. There wasn’t a villain in the city that would stick around with Dynamight hot on his heels, especially when he’d been so close to being detained.
“You’re so so silly, Dynamight.” You smile, letting your thumb press against his taint as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, “Letting yourself get stuck in such a precarious position.”
You’re leaning over him now, your warm breath fanning against his fluttering hole as he tries to choke back the groan that threatens to spill from his lips when he feels your tongue swipe at his entrance, cheeks flushed pink as you see his cock begin to harden between his thighs.
Been thinking about Shindo more😔 he's just a scumbag I just can't get enough of. Like imagine him just using you for your body and you got no choice in it thinking if I just put up with it he'll get over me sooner. And unfortunately for you're the most obedient one out of all the girls he had. Like you do what he says no matter how dirty it is. No complaints or fighting. You just let him take all the control. He didn't realize just how much he liked a submissive till now. He was so used to brats it brought out a different side of him. Like the power trip is getting to him fr.🥵
The power trip of making you do the nastiest things like eat his ass or making you piss on him. And you’ve never done anything like this before but you’ll do whatever he says just because he keeps praising you and telling you how pretty and perfect you are.
But also the idea of him seeing just how far he can push you? Trying to find your limit? He’s so used to bratty girls telling him no or talking back to him, and you haven’t yet— so what will it take to have you talk back to him?
It’s like that subtle manipulation if you try to say no, like the “oh? I thought you loved me, guess not huh sweetheart? It’s okay, don’t worry. I’ll get over it—”
And you’d do anything to make him happy, to stay with him— so you’re obedient to a fault.
