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blushingamethyst · 2 months ago
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Unpopular opinion,
Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.
Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.
He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.
Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.
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serotonins-stuff · 6 months ago
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As a boy Katsuki never understood why men cried whenever they saw their bride for the first time.
When it came to his turn to stand at the altar, suited up and slicked back hair,he finally understood why.
His heart is pounding violently against his ribcage, so loud that he can hear it reverberate through his head. His palms were damp, and his gaze stays fixated on the double doors before him. The doors that will soon open to reaveal the love of his life.
His foot meets the floor repeatedly in a tapping motion, and his hands are rough as he shifts his collar side to side. His body litters with goosebumps and involuntary quivers.
He's suddenly grateful for this being a small wedding with only close family and friends. He wouldn't want a large crowd witnessing his nerves get the better of him.
Kirishima smiles though the tears flowing down his face. He's honored to be the best man on his best friends big day, because that means he gets to see the tough Katsuki find pure happiness and put his walls down for the one he loves. If it's enough to make the great lord explosion murderer god dynamite nervous, then it's love that should be cherished.
Katsukis stomach flutters when the pianist begins to play your song.
It's time.
He fiddles with the cuffs of his blazer and submerges the urge to run his hand through his perfectly styled hair.
When he locks eyes with you for the first time that day. It feels as if time itself slowed down. In this moment, every ounce of anxiety he had been carrying fades away. You are radiant under the soft orange glow of the sun, your skin shimmering like a precious diamond. His precious diamond.
His heart dances swiftly against his chest, touching every nerve in his body.
He catches a glimpse of your hands nervously fiddling your dress by your sides and remembers that he isn't alone. You, the love of his life, are sharing the same nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.
He begins to see you more clearly as you approach him. The soft glow of your eyes, your perfect lips and curves.
And when he hears his name flow so sweetly from your lips he can't help it. He chokes out a sob, and immediately your hands reach up to gently swipe away his tears.
The audience give a numerous amount of awww's, which cause a smile to tug its way onto his lips.
His glossy eyes stare longingly into yours. "You look beautiful" he whispers.
Saying his vows was the hardest part. He just couldn't stop crying, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. You were there assuring him and giving him gestures of love. When you started to say your own vows, seeing his redened nose and tear stained face cause tears of your own to flow down your face.
With a gentle yet firm grip his palm finds comfort on the curve of your waist. The minute the officient said you may kiss the bride. Your arms envelope the soft skin of his neck and your heads tilt to the side as if it's instinct.
This kiss hold a firm yet sweet connection, a silent promise that this love would endure for eternity.
He was finally married to you, his angel, the girl of his dreams. He looked forward to calling you his wife, to starting a family-
Hot tears stream uncontrollably down his face, an explosion of raw emotions he can't contain. His heart swells with overwhelming swarm of love, joy, and deep appreciation, a feeling he once never believed possible.
With a shaky breath, he pulls away softly before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you" he choked "so fuckin much"
You huffed at his cuteness "I love you more Katsuki"
He places one more kiss to your lips, and nuzzles your nose with his.
"Impossible"
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bbkoolkatz · 3 months ago
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wife. god he loves using that word. he's giving your order at Starbucks? my wife wants the usual, making reservations? yeah, my wife and i... at press conferences when they asked him a question, he always happen to mention his beautiful, gorgeous, amazing 'n smart wife.
he gave zero fucks about the context too—his latest victory, plans for the future, or questions about his fav food?— katsuki never misses an opportunity to mention you. so much so that the reporters started to bet on how quickly he'd bring you up...
today was no exception. he leaned against the podium, the scowl on his face doing little to hide how much he didn't want to be there as cameras flashed in his face and reporters shouted over each other for his attention. until he pointed at one, to hear what their goddamned question is.
"dynamite, what are your thoughts on the new collaboration between, heroes and the local government officials?" he held out his voice recorder.
the crowd went mute, cocking their ears for his response, waiting... his crimson eyes filtered the room, flickering between everyone before they landed on you —in the far corner of the back of the room— smiling proudly, gesturing for him to answer the question.
"anythin' that keeps people safe 's a good thing." he starts, "my wife's always said that we needed to team up more, 'n she's smarter than you lot put together, so..." and shruggs, like its most obvious... you facepalm at his need to bring their ego down.
the reporters scribbled away in their notebooks and laptops, mumbling between themselves, some even giggling here and there, before he pointed to someone else.
"bakugo-san, what's your opinion on the rising popularity of the hero support courses in schools?" she asked, holding back a snicker, as she purposely asks a question where it'd be near impossible for him to mention you. or so she thought...
"support 's what keeps most of us heroes out there alive." he says, matter of factly, pointing to his gauntlets on the side of the podium, "my wife'd drill a hole in my head if i didn't give 'em credit. 'every cog in the machine matters' 'n whatever the hell else." he huffs, and your face heats up a bit, seeing him standing tall and proud up there, while he quoted your words.
the murmurs grew louder, as they placed their bets once again... someone raised their hand and stood to ask their question. "mr. dynamight, do you have any plans to expand your work internationally?" he adjusts his glasses, looking down to his clipboard, waiting for your husband's response.
he rolls his eyes, "yeah, eventually. what else would you expect when yer as good as me?" wait for it... "plus, my wife's been on my ass 'bout goin' to europe. says she wants to see paris too, 'n 'm not about tell her no." the crowd laughs, more amongst themselves than what the hero was saying. he could care less about what ever the fuck they were mumbling about and walked off the stage.
he's had enough. he answered a few of their questions like you'd asked and now he wanted his wife, so he stomped his way over to you, "did you have to insult them at the end of the first question?" you laugh, patting at his toned chest.
"insult 'em? i answered their question..." he pulled you in as you giggled, kissing you while he rubbed your waist. every camera zoomed in on you both and he reveled in the flashing lights, smirking into your lips as he dragged the kiss on and lifted your hand where the ring he put there shined. he wife'd you up why would he not show you off?
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hanahaki270 · 1 year ago
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♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡
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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.
Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.
A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!
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Katsuki Bakugou
❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.
❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?
❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.
❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.
❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.
❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.
❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."
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Shoto Todoroki
❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.
❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.
❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.
❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.
❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.
❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.
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Izuku Midoriya
❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.
❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.
❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."
❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.
❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.
❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.
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sleeplessdreamer14 · 8 months ago
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𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊
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fandom: my hero academia
relationship: tenya iida x reader
summary: you left your jacket in iida’s room.
contains: mutual pining, unresolved romantic tension, fluff, opposites attract, thrifted clothes, like two lines of dialogue
a/n: @thecutestgrotto divider credit goes to
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Study sessions hadn’t always been a thing between you and Iida, not until after moving into the dorms. You just lived too far apart to meet up every week like you did now, every Friday to be exact.
Iida had offered to tutor you earlier in the school year, but you always turned him down, wanting to at least try and figure things out on your own. But after you began to live in the same building, you finally accepted his offer and worked out a schedule for the two of you to meet up in the afternoon and go over any material either of you had trouble with.
Eventually, those study sessions began to evolve into hang outs with studying sprinkled in, switching between his room and yours every week. Despite you two having very different tastes in room decor, it look little time for you to grow comfortable in each other’s environments. You quickly learned his organization system and he gradually learned to just leave your clutter be… mostly.
This week’s study meeting was held in Iida’s dorm room, and when you had first walked through the door, you were sporting your iconic letterman jacket which you had gotten from a thrift shop not too long ago. It had become routine for you and your mom to stop by the thrift store when you would spend her days off work together.
Anyway, it wasn’t until about an hour after you had left to start turning in for the night that Iida realized you had left your jacket behind, in a small bundle on the floor near the foot of his bed. He was surprised that it took him this long to notice, considering he had actually watched you walk- or more rush out the door after you realized how late it had gotten. You had taken it off in the middle of studying since the fabric retained heat and you were getting a little warmer than you would have preferred, so he supposed that you must have been so eager to go shower and get to sleep at a somewhat decent hour that you simply forgot.
Iida’s initial idea was to stop by your dorm room to give it back to you, but it was already pretty late and he knew that you tended to lock your door at night. Though he supposed he could simply text you, but you were probably already asleep, or at least drifting off, so he didn’t want to disturb you. It had been a long week and you needed the rest.
So he decided that he would simply return it to you tomorrow morning when he saw you again. And it definitely wasn’t because over the past few weeks, the more time that Tenya spent with you, the more it felt as though your study sessions ended too early and he just wanted to hold onto this piece of you for as long as he could. Of course not.
And that’s why he was lying on his back in the dark, holding the piece of clothing to his chest while staring up and the ceiling with nothing but the low hum of the air conditioner and muffled outside noises to fill the silence.
If he were being honest, Iida loved this jacket. Because despite it being previously owned, it was so uniquely yours. He could still remember the day you returned to the dorms with a skip in your step as you showed off your new duds, talking about how lucky you were to find it right at the front of the shop and have it fit you just right. Coincidentally, it even had the first letter of your surname on the front. There were a lot of things that Tenya had grown to appreciate thanks to you.
Like your piercings. While Tenya previously found them impractical and even a bit unprofessional, he eventually grew to like how they looked on you, especially after you had invited him to go with you to get your most recent one.
And the rings you wore every day, two on your left and one on your right. Honestly, he kind of just liked your hands. Iida had briefly held your hand a couple times before, to help you stand up or when one of you was leading the other somewhere. He wished he could do that more.
Turning over on his side, Iida closed his eyes and lightly tightened his hold on your jacket as his heart drummed in his ears.
No. Don’t do it. Don’t do it, don’t you dare do it.
But he did. Tenya brought the jacket closer to his face and inhaled slowly. Yep, there it was; your natural scent with hints of your shampoo around the back of the collar. It was nice, comforting. Sometimes when he went to bed after your study sessions, he could find faint traces of your smell on his pillow or covers of you had been resting there while working.
Tenya wished he could have more than this. More of you, and for longer. But if this was all he could have, then he could be content with that.
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The following morning, Iida folded up your jacket before going to return it to you. While part of him felt a little disappointed at first about having to give it back to you, that feeling was overpowered by the smile on your face when he did. You slipped your jacket on and tucked your hands into the pockets, thanking Iida.
“Don’t worry, it’s no trouble at all.” he replied, hoping that the blush in his face wasn’t too obvious. It really did look perfect on you.
As you went your separate ways, you gently rubbed your arms and took a deep breath in, your face flushing a subtle pink as you picked up faint traces of Tenya’s scent. Looking back over your shoulder in his direction, you chuckled softly as you stared at him as he engaged in conversation with some of your other classmates, blissfully unaware of that fact that-
“You totally left it in his room on purpose, didn’t you?” Mina whispered as she approached you, a Cheshire Cat grin spread across her face as she quirked an eyebrow at you. You said nothing, only rolling your eyes and lightly shoving her by the shoulder, earning a giggle. You knew that she could see the answer in your face.
Maybe you did, but he didn’t need to know that.
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jazzthatonewriterchick · 9 days ago
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I Got That Good D*ck, Girl, You Didn’t Know? (Toji x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)
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"Fuck you, Toji."
"Only if you pay me, doll. You won't regret it."
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader (Roommates to FWBs/Lovers)
Synopsis: Your asshole roommate and his interesting yet effective occupation are starting to keep you up at night...mostly because of how horny you are hearing him fuck his clients through your paper-thin walls. Lucky for you, your roomie knows just what to do to apologize for keeping his favorite working girl up and make you understand why so many people put in big bills for him and his business.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; S*x Worker!Toji; Voyeurism; Masturbation (Alone & Mutual); Pervy!Reader; Roommates to FWBs/Lovers; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Dubcon/R*pe; Cocky, Mean MDom!Toji x fsub!Reader; Toji Got a Big Ol' Dick; S*x Toy; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Spit on Pussy; Facefucking; Multiple Positions (Mating Press & Doggy); Feet on the Bed; LOUD S*x; Reader Cums 2x; Cum on Ass; Some Aftercare
Writer's Note: A bitch has been SO busy with work & school plus commissions, but I hope y'all enjoy this lil something about Toji's toxic, big dick havin' ass. I was listening to the Biggie song down below & started thinking about Toji lmaoo so this came to be. Enjoy! -Jazz
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"OH, TOJI, YES! HARDER!"
The woman's piercing voice drifts through your bedroom wall right above your head, accompanied by the annoying banging of the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. Luckily, your head is in your pillow so you can't feel any of the wood pounding against your skull.
But damn, if this lady's shrill moans and screams aren't starting to give you a headache. You tired stare up at the ceiling to your bedroom as you have been for the past hour now since this stranger arrived at your shared apartment and ventured with your roommate to his bedroom that happens to be right next to yours.
You knew what the drill was. You always have. Your year-long roommate, Toji, is known for having "lady callers" blowing up his phone and coming at random hours of the night to "spend time with him".
Whether these ladies are clients or just partners for the evening, you have no idea. But you don't care either. None of that matters when all of them are loud as fuck and disturbing your sleep cycle.
"Yeah?" Toji teasingly asks, his deep, rasped voice drifting through your thin bedroom walls. "You like it like this, ya little slut?"
"No," you groan in a response. The mystery lady, whom you only know from her previous giggles when Toji was chatting her up with wine and extensive, colorful vocabulary when he was eating her pussy earlier, only mews in response.
This is enough to make Toji pound her faster, making the bedsprings creak and the headboard pound harder against the wall. The woman's moans and shrieks of pleasure grow louder, no doubt waking the neighbors on your apartment floor.
You can physically feel the bags under your eyes grow as you stare your alarm clock sitting beside you. 2:34 AM. You have to be up at 6 AM to get to work by 8 for a meeting tomorrow.
Not that Toji cares. He never cares. No matter how many times you complain about the noise and his clients, he always gives you a crooked smile, a sweet apology, and a promise to never do it again...but then he does. Over and over again.
You have known Toji for over a year now since you put out an ad online for a possible roommate to help you with rent and expenses that began piling up. Toji met up with you that week at a coffee shop where he not only revealed himself as a fine ass single daddy who was looking for a new place after his got roaches, but he also revealed his "jack of all trades" identity.
"I do plumbing, I fix furniture, I have experience in construction," he explained, taking a sip of his cold brew. "And..." He paused, chuckling to himself and rubbing his chin. "I'm also a sex worker," he finished, waiting for your reaction as if you would be disgusted. "Is that cool with you?"
You had said no, but only after you were sure that he would keep his cliental separate from you and the rest of your home. And it isn't like Toji is a bad roommate. He pays rent on time, he fixes the toilet and pipes when they shut down, and he keeps the crib clean.
The only thing is the damn loud sex. Some nights, Toji meets his clients outside of your home, but other nights, when he is sure you're asleep, he has them come to his room and takes his appointments there. There are a few times you have awakened to one of his ladies using the bathroom or happened across massage oil that he accidentally left out on the sink.
All of that you can deal with....but not these loud ass women. Crying for more from "Daddy". Begging for more dick. Screaming for the heavens to hear. Every time it happens, you can't help but wonder: "Damn...is he THAT good?'
Finally, the pounding stops and the bedsprings squeak as Toji finally stops fucking his lady for the evening. You sigh, hoping to God that this is it and she has finally came. You pray for silence and sweet dreams.
But you're not gonna get it tonight. "Want it doggystyle this time, boo?" he asks. The lady giggles her high-pitched, fucked-out giggle. "Y-Yeah," she purrs.
You have never been more heated in your entire life. Your anger only grows when Toji finally gets his client on all fours and begins fucking her from behind, causing her squeal, scream, and wail as his dick drives into her. "OH, GOD, YES! HARDER! FASTER!"
'This bitch,' you think. At this point, you don't know if you're referring to the lady currently getting her guts rearranged or Toji. "Put your hands on the wall," he demands through his grunts and groans as he drives himself into her.
Your mouth falls agape and you glare at the wall as if he is staring right back at you through the plaster. 'This asshole!' you think, enraged. The lady does as she is told and suddenly, she grows louder than before as the headboard knocks harder against your wall, knock-knock-knocking in a loud pattern that begins to drive you nuts.
No amount of stuffing your pillows over your ears or music will do. Now you will have to do what you were dreading: knock on his door. You toss your duvet off of you, shove your Sanrio slippers on, and storm out of your bedroom.
Toji's bedroom is only a couple inches from yours, so it takes no time to get there. You stand there outside his door in your oversized sweatshirt and slippers, fuming and trying to ignore the sounds of sex through the wood.
Knock, knock, knock. Your fist raps against the wood, quick and firm. The bed stops creaking and the lady's moans die down to mere pants and whines. "Aw, shit," you hear Toji huff, frustrated. "Hold up, stay there." The lady groans in annoyance and impatience, needing more of her nighttime hit.
After a few short seconds of waiting and your arms crossed over your chest, the door finally opens. Toji stands there, looming over you at six-foot-something shirtless and in his sweats. Those damn sweats.
Your eyes graze up his big, toned, tatted form to his snakebites, black hair in disarray, and grey eyes looking down at you. He gives you that crooked smile that never fails to make your stomach flip. He truly is a handsome man. "Hey, roomie," he greets.
He cocks his head to the side, his smile fading and his eyebrow raised. "What's goin' on? Why are you up?" You do your best to keep your composure. "Why do you think I'm up, Toji?" you say, unable to keep the bite out of your tone.
Your six-foot roommate doesn't seem to catch onto your tone, and if he does, he doesn't make it known. He places a hip against the door, causing his sweats to slip a bit down his waist and reveal a sliver of his V-line. "Uh...I dunno...is it your time of the month or somethin'?"
You ignore his answer, instead diving into your quickly-planned speech about respecting your time and your sleep. "Listen, I know you've got an 'appointment' tonight and I'm not gonna knock your hustle, but could you please try to keep her down? I have to get up at 6 tomorrow."
Toji blinks at you, confused at first, and then pinches the bridge of his nose. "Oh, shit, your job," he groans. "Sorry, babes. I'll keep it down for ya so you can sleep, I promise." He flashes you a Colgate smile then and nods back at his bed. "But I can't promise she will."
Over his shoulder, you can see the woman lying there on her stomach, her red toes hanging off the bed and her dress laying on the floor. You feel your body flush. You shouldn't be seeing this.
"Please try, Toji," you sigh, already stepping away from the intimate scene. "This is the fourth time this month you've had a loud client. My dark circles can't get any darker." No amount of concealer, caffeine, or eye cream has been able to help. You have been tossing and turning for so many nights because of Toji's work interrupting your dreams.
And deep down, you know that it's also because you've been envisioning yourself with him. Underneath him. On top of him. Against him. Feeling his muscles against your body. Feeling his cock deep in your-
"Well, you know," Toji says, pulling you out of your dirty thoughts, "some good sex always helps with that." He gives you a mischievous look as he leans against the doorframe, his lips curling into a crude smirk.
You glare at him, disgusted (and also secretly aroused). "Fuck you, Toji."
He gives you a wink. "Only if you pay me, doll. You won't regret it."
You have no time to wonder if he is just playing with you or if he is deadass because his client begins to moan and groan about her complaints. "Tojiiiiii!" the lady whines from the bed. "Where'd you goooo? I'm still so wet for yooooou!"
You both look from her to each other and you place your hands on your hips, your lips pressed tight together. Toji throws up his hands in defense and places one big hand on his heart. "Alright, you have my word. Now get that fine ass to bed before I put it to bed." Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, hoping that wasn't a sex joke. Your roomie just laughs, giving you a wink. "You know what I mean."
With a huff, you step away from the door as he shuts it and trek back to your bedroom to hopefully get some much-needed sleep. When you do, to your surprise, Toji and his client are surprisingly quieter than earlier. You hear the occasional giggle and bed creaks, but other than that, there are no explosive, annoying sex sounds.
You sigh, feeling your eyes flutter shut and your brain begin to shut down...until you hear Toji start fucking again. Unfortunately, you can still hear the whines and whimpers of Toji's nightly partner drifting through the walls: "Oh, yes, Toji, like that! Fuck me harder, please..."
And as usual when you hear Toji going at it with someone, you find a way to join them instead of beating them, all thanks to your trusty rose. You have no time to be angry or tired once your favorite body-warming lube is coating your pussy once you apply it to your fingers and then the pleasurable buzzing and vibrations of your rose are against your clit.
You softly moan in the darkness surrounding you as your ears strain to hear the creaking bed as Toji thrusts into his woman for the night. His deep, ragged moans and hushed gasps reach your eardrums, making your pussy slicker and more open to allow something inside. You allow one finger on one of your hands to slip into your sobbing hole as you use your other hand to hold your rose against your clit.
"Get those fuckin' legs up," Toji growls and you almost do as he says. Your mind is so dizzy and clouded from the pleasure that you almost believe that he is here, forcing your tired body into different positions for deep dick.
You hear the client give a yelp before her moans are suddenly muffled, possibly by Toji's hand...oh, God, that's hot. You picture him above you now, his handsome face eclipsing your ceiling fan, his body pushing into yours as his veiny hands grip your thighs. You imagine your finger is thicker and longer, filling you up the way his cock would, plunging in and out of you and hitting your G-spot every time he pushes in.
"God, you're fuckin' good," he grunts through your walls. "Does it feel good for you too, baby?"
“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, your voice soft and high as you answer him. You suddenly hear a pause through the walls-no moans, no whines, no bedsprings-and your heart thunders in fear. Did he hear you?
But then, blessedly and luckily, you hear the bedsprings creaking in a faster pattern as Toji speeds up his thrusts, driving his dick into the client as she whines and screams into his palm. "Take it," he demands. "Fuckin' take that shit."
You have to bite your lip to avoid moaning out as your finger drags in and out of you faster, your rose slipping against your clit as it becomes wetter with every passing second. You begin to feel that familiar clench in your core of an approaching orgasm building inside of you, egged on by the toy and Toji's luscious, porn-worthy moans.“You cummin’ for me?” he gruffly asks.
Deliriously, you nod, your eyes fluttering shut. You see his face there, flushed and pretty. “Yeah,” you gasp. “Yes.”
“Cum for me,” he demands. “Cum on that dick, you pretty little slut. Do it.”
You hear the client let out a muffled scream as she finally cums around Toji's cock the way you would if you were with him. You feel your walls clench around your finger as you finally meet your end, the vibrations from the toy rocking you to the core. "Ah!" you gasp, your orgasm crashing over you.
You have to turn your head to muffle your moans into the pillow as you cum around your finger, leaving an embarrassing puddle on your bedspread. In the fog of your pleasure, you hear Toji's erratic breathing and soft grunting as he fucks the client's pussy into the bed to chase his high.
"Cummin'!" he suddenly gasps. "I'm fuckin' cummin'!" In an effort to keep quiet, you hear his moans become muffled as he cums. 'Where', you wonder? Inside of the woman? On her tits? Her ass? Her thighs? How would his cum look on your skin?
Finally, his moans die down to sighs and a tired laugh while the client giggles. "Definitely worth the $250," she comments. And before sleep takes you before your humiliation can, you wonder briefly just what his sex is like for that much money.
—The Next Day—
You damn near sleep through your meeting.
Actually, you damn near sleep through all of work. It's bad enough to nearly missed your alarm because you didn't hear it during your deep sleep and you had to rush to toss your cum-stained bedspread into the washer machine before getting dressed and heading out the door.
Thank God you never ran into Toji before you left. You couldn't stand the thought of seeing him this morning after last night. You feel such embarrassment and humiliation for getting off to him yet again, like some voyeur pervert. You may as well steal his boxers too!
But when you get home shortly after 3PM after bumbling through work, operating on two cups of coffee and caffeine-induced iced tea, you know you'll have to face the Devil when you see him leaning against the kitchen counter in sweats and a black tee that his waaaay too tight on him. Toji turns to you from making a ham sandwich with chips on the side, chewing some.
He gives you a crooked smile as you drag yourself into the apartment. “Good afternoon,” he chirps. You slam the door shut and walk by without even looking at him, heading straight for the fridge. “What’s so good about it?” you grumble.
Toji gives you a strange look as you yank open the fridge and fish a water bottle out. You need water. “Well, damn, someone shit in your cereal this mornin'. Least you look cute.” His smile widens as his eyes roam over your sweater, loafers, and work skirt that you pulled out of your drawer. Nothing matches. “Dark circles and all.”
Irritated, you nearly break your wrist trying to yank the cap off of the bottle, so you opt for the butterknife method and pry it open that way. “Don’t laugh at me, asshole. I’m not in the mood.” Then you angrily gulp down the cold water, grateful for it because you feel yourself becoming hot with rage. Your roomie is perturbed and put off by your attitude, narrowing his brows at you. “Jeez, okay. What’s your problem?”
“You!” you snap, finally turning to face him. “You’re my fucking problem! I almost missed my meeting because of you and that bitch last night after I told you to keep it down!”
Toji turns toward you fully, his big, toned body facing you. “Whoa, whoa, babes, relax," he says as if calming a rapid animal. "You’re grippin’ that butterknife awfully tight.” His grey eyes flicker down to the knife that you're holding towards him. You quickly put it down on the counter, disturbed by your rage. "Sorry," you mutter. "I'm just tired. And stressed. And extremely sleep-deprived."
You turn away to continue drinking your water and stand at a good distance from the knife. You don't need to accidentally stab your roommate and catch a case. "And dick-deprived too, it seems like," Toji adds.
You nearly choke on your water and cough into your fist. "What?!" you exclaim, shocked at his bluntness. You twist around to face him, gobsmacked, while Toji stares blankly at you as he tosses another chip into his mouth. "What? Do you not go that way or somethin'?"
You scoff, shook by his gull. "Toji, my sex life AND my sexual orientation has nothing to do with your ass. You need to mind your business." Quickly, you storm out of the kitchen, not wanting to be around him any longer.
But Toji follows just like the asshole he is. "Well, shit, roomie," he huffs. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that, c'mon." You feel his hand grab yours, but you push him off. "Don't," you snap, narrowing your eyes at him. "I don't make your sex life my business," you growl. "So you shouldn't make mine yours."
Then Toji's eyes raise and you know he is about to be on some BS. "Uh, technically, you are makin' my sex life your business, babes," he argues. "You complaining about my clients and makin' my job a problem are-"
"Are nothing," you interrupt. "And the reason I'm complaining is because your clients are too fuckin' loud! I need to sleep!"
Toji just stares at you, silent, observing you closely. It is making you deeply uncomfortable. Is he going to say something? Finally, he cocks his head to the side as if sizing you up and his gaze softens. "You sure this is just about the noise?" he asks. "Or is somethin' else? Was I really wrong to assume that you're dick-deprived, babes?"
Suddenly, your anger subsides and you're left with fear twisting in your gut. "W-What do you mean?" you find yourself stammering.
You're so afraid that you let Toji take your water from you and place it on a nearby table. "C'mon, babes," he sighs. "Unless I'm just not privy to it, you don't got many male callers comin' in here."
He comes closer, his scent of ocean-scented body wash and cologne invading your nostrils. "I don't know why because I'd be all over a girl as pretty as you and knockin' down that door to get you naked."
You stand there, your brain moving too slow to process this. The air is tense and charged with a dangerous current now. You can feel it the closer Toji gets to you. Instinctively, you back up, but end up walking right into your coffee table. "Toji," you exhale. "W-Why are you-"
"Sayin' this?" he finishes. One big palm moves to take your hand, pulling you closer to him. "'Cause I'm so fuckin' attracted to you and I know the feeling is mutual. Why else would you play with yourself listenin' to me fuck my clients?"
If this were a movie, a record would definitely scratch somewhere. Your eyes widen as big as saucers and you feel as if you're about to faint. There is no way he knows...but he does. He smirks at you, knowing and teasing. "What?" he chuckles. "You think I couldn't hear you last night? That toy you got is loud, honey, 'specially with them thin ass walls."
Oh, God, he knows! This is beyond humiliating. You could just about die right now. "Don't be embarrassed about it, cutie," he coos, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. "I thought it was cute. The whole time I was with client, I kept thinkin' about you."
He grips you to his body, forcing you to feel every inch of him against you. You place your hands on him to push him away, but his arm snakes around your waist, holding you in place. "Don't," you gasp.
"Why not?" he whispers, staring you down. Hot. Lustful. "I can show you why I get so many customers. Plus, I can show you how sorry I am for keepin' my favorite roomie up so late."
You dare to peek up at him and regret it instantly. His grey eyes, molten hot, and his dark lashes mesmerize you as if he is a siren and you are the sailor being drawn to him in your ship. "No charge," he murmurs. "All you have to do is cum for me. What d'ya say, babes?"
His hand moves to cup your chin, one finger gliding across your cheek to trail down to your lips. Between his touch and his naughty words holding forbidden promises, you don't know what to say. "I...I..." Your words are caught in your throat. Language ceases to exist for you.
"Just nod your head for me," Toji gently orders. Your body, shaky and warm, betrays you and you give a jerky nod. You can't deny the throbbing between your legs or the warmth in your belly any longer. Toji grins, wolfish and proud. Asshole. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now fuckin’ kiss me.”
Suddenly, his lips, soft, luscious, and addicting, are on yours. Every bad thought you had about him being a cocky asshole and a jerk and an obscene dickhead are gone, zapped away by the way his hand firmly holds your chin and the way his lips move against yours. His tongue gently swipes along your bottom lip and you gently pry your lips apart to allow him access.
As he cups your face in his hand, all you can think about is how fucking good of a kisser he is. Good isn't even a proper word for how Toji kisses you. He is the best kisser you have had the pleasure of kissing by far in your life. He pulls away with a soft 'pop!' as your lips disconnect and he places his mouth on your neck. “Y’know, I don’t usually kiss my clients," he murmurs, "but you, pretty baby, aren’t a client. So I can make an exception for you.”
His wet kisses trail down your neck to your throat, making you feel hotter and hotter in your work clothes. Your hands clutch his big, broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt as your inner thighs quiver from each heated kiss. “Toji,” you whimper. “Touch me.”
He doesn't make you elaborate on what you want to be touched. He already knows. But he does, however, make you beg. Asshole. “What’s the magic word?” He pulls away to stare into your eyes, drawing your desperation out of you with one steamy look. Your lips quiver with the six-lettered word, vulnerable and needy: “Please.”
That one word and the soft, breathy tone of your voice that the three syllabled word drips from somehow works for Toji. You see his eyes become hooded and darken to a stormy grey that makes your stomach flip-flop. In an instant, he is hiking you up onto his waist by securely gripping your thighs underneath your ass, forcing you to latch yourself onto him.
“Upstairs we go then. Hang onto me.” You do as told, interacting your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders as he walks to the steps, carrying you over to them. You messily, sloppily kiss as he slowly ventures up the steps with you in tow, your tongues twirling and swirling together. The kissing only makes you wetter and by the time you're in his bedroom, your panties are just about stuck to your pussy lips.
Toji tosses you down onto the bed, laughing as you squeak and bounce on the mattress for a few seconds. He descends upon you immediately, tugging at your blouse. You watch as he expertly unbuttons each pearly button, your breath labored and hot. “Let’s get this shit off,” he growls. “You’re wearin’ too fuckin’ much.”
The blouse comes off and then comes the skirt that he tugs down your nylon-covered legs. The more he undresses you, the more you can see Toji is getting hard. His cock chubs against his jeans, creating an obscenely obvious print in his pants.
"You always look so good in these goddamn skirts," he huffs, suddenly turning you over with ease. As you're recovering from his stretch, he forces you to bend your knees and toot your ass in the air so he can fully see your ass and hot pink panties poking through the nylon fabric.
"Nice panties, babes," he chuckles. "What's the occasion?" SMACK! His hand suddenly comes down against your butt, the sound of it colliding with your cheeks echoing throughout the room. The moan that escapes you is one that shocks you.
Toji laughs, giving your ass a pinch. "I knew you liked gettin' spanked, ya little slut." He then loops his thick, calloused fingers underneath the waistband of your stockings and pulls them down, groaning at the sight of your perfect, plump ass in those tight, little pink panties.
His kisses and light nibbles that he gives your ass and thighs are damn near torture. They make you grip the sheets and moan into the soft, cotton-scented fabric, his soft lips turning you into a fiend. You need to feel his soft lips somewhere else.
Toji seems to know it too because he purposely keeps skipping your pussy as he moves between biting your ass and kissing your legs despite the throbbing, soaked cunt right in front of his face. Fuck your pride. You need him too much. “Toji!” you beg. “Lower, please!”
Your roommate stares at you over the hill of your ass, giving you another smack that travels right to your cunt. “Patience, baby. You ever heard of foreplay before?” His chuckle is straight out of a horror movie, sinister and mean, as he goes back to kissing along your spine as his hands massage your ass.
Finally, his patience thins and he forces you to roll over onto your back. You stare up at him, your arousal peaking, as he strips off his hoodie in front of you. Though you've seen him shirtless plenty of times before (and have secretly gotten off to the image of him at night), it is something else to see each defined muscle, vein, and tattoo up close.
Your eyes graze over his lickable six-pack; his big, juicy pecs; his prominent, brown, pierced nipples; his happy trail; his well-defined V-line with a snake tattoo leading down underneath his sweats; his big arms that you want to feel wrapped around you and holding you tight. You understand now why so many women flock to him, other than his obvious charm and kissing skills.
He ducks down between your legs, opening them wider for him as his eyes pierce into yours, pinning you to the spot. “Look at me while I do this.” You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. The sharply-linked spinal tattoo hypnotized you as he ducks between your legs, sighing at the sight of your glistening, sobbing wet pussy. “Little slut. Bet you’ve been wantin’ this for a long time.”
With the way the man begins kissing, licking, and sucking on your pussy, you start to think that he's wanted this for a long time too. Toji knows exactly how to treat a woman, alternating between quick tongue flicks and long, slow drags of his tongue up to your clit. You buck under his hands pinning your thighs to the bed, forcing your body to take all that he gives you. “T-Toji!” you moan, your voice ricocheting off of the bedroom walls. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Your roomie's gray eyes trail up to admire your pretty face etched in ecstasy as he wetly pulls his tongue away from your gorgeous cunt to tease you. “Now look who’s loud. But it’s so fuckin’ hot.” He then puckers his lips and hocks a copious amount of saliva onto your cunt, loving how it drips down to your asscrack.
Excitedly, his eyes widen at the sight of your pussy twitch and his ears perk at the sound of your sweet, weak whimper. “And you like spit on your pussy?" he cackles. "You little freak!” He gives your outer thigh a little smack before he dives back in, slurping his spit back up into his mouth as he takes a mouthful of your pussy.
You learn very quickly that Toji likes to French kiss, noticing how his lips and tongue move so gracefully against your pussy lips and clit all buzzing and twitching with pleasure from his talented ministrations. He is talker too, murmuring "such a pretty lil' pussy" and "fuck, so good" into your hole as he greedily eats you out, joyously taking everything you give him.
You're enjoying everything he gives you too. He is certified munch which you're 100% sure is somewhere on his ad. You now understand why you always hear his clients squeal, whine, and scream as he goes down on them, often making them cum rather quickly or making them beg for multiple rounds. Toji is incredible.
“Where’s your toy?” he suddenly asks. He is staring dead at you, his lips coated in spit and your juices. You blink wildly at him, the edges of your vision fuzzy from the pleasure. “H-Huh?" you stammer. He wastes no time repeating himself: "Your favorite sex toy. Where's it at?"
You blink at him again, wondering if he is serious. Judging by the clench in his jaw and the wild look in his eye, he is DEADASS. "In my room, second drawer next to my bed." You swallow hard, wondering what he is planning as he gives your clit a peck before jetting off to your room.
Seconds later, he returns with your rose, a bottle of your favorite lube, and a wicked smile on his face. He directs you to sit up on your elbows and props a pillow up behind your back to better help you. You watch as he kneels on the bed beside you, his groin right in your face, his cock pulsing beneath his pants. “What are you doing?” you breathlessly ask.
Toji applies a bit of lube to his thick fingers before applying it to your pussy, gently circling your clit as he does. You moan at the contact, your head lulling back against the pillow. “About to make you fuckin’ scream. Show me how you played with yourself last night.”
Bzzzzz goes your rose when he switches it on. He grins wider as he hands you your toy, trusting you to know what to do with it. "C'mon, baby doll, don't be shy now. It's too late for that." With his other hand, he palms himself through his sweats, watching you intensely.
You stare at him and then the buzzing rose, your pussy oozing and twitching for release. Reluctantly, you begin pressing the rose against your needy, desperate clit. The instant you do, Toji's eyes widen an inch at the sight of your body responding to the low yet impactful setting that the rose is on as it buzzes against your clit.
"Oh, shit," you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed from all of the stimulation: the vibrations from the toy; the head radiating from Toji's body; the scent of his body wash and cologne. "Fuck, baby," he groans. "Look at what you did to me."
Your eyes open and then widen at the sight of his cock suddenly in front of you. Long. Thick. Curved. Two-stoned, the shaft a darker tan while his head is a light pink. And the very real, very obvious silver hoop dangling from his dickhead. He chuckles at your cute reaction, a cocky smile on his face. "You ain't the first to react like that," he laughs. "It was a dare from a friend."
As if teasing you, he wraps a hand around his shaft and begins slowly stroking himself to the sight of you. He leans back a bit, jutting his hips forward so his cock nestles against your cheek. You swear it's by accident, but your cheek nuzzles against the throbbing, hot sensation of his dick against your face and a slight moan slips out.
"Oh, shit, you little slut!" he laughs, his dick twitching at the sight underneath him. "So you're one of them girls that likes this?" He takes his cock and gently slaps it against your chin and cheeks, laughing lightly at your little pout. "S-Stop," you stutter.
Toji raises a brow down at you, one hand curling in your hair. "Stop what? I'm not doin' anythin' but givin' you whatcha want, honey." He pauses, pulling his long, throbbing dick away from you. "But do you really want me to stop?"
It's like dangling a bone in front of a panting dog. Biting your lip as your toes curl at the rose's vibrations, you shake your head. "I thought not. Just shut up and let yourself feel good, Y/N." He then pours some lube into his hand and rubs it along his cock, making it slick and shiny. You're hypnotized by the lewd scene before you, noticing how firmly he holds himself, stroking up and down.
"Just look at me," he murmurs. "Look at what you've done. What you've been doin' to me." His eyes are hooded and his bottom lip peels back to settle between his teeth as his fisting becomes a little faster and a little more urgent.
You love watching him jack off in front of you. Oh, how you wish his hand was your mouth or your cunt, stretching around him, feeling him fill you. A loud, choked moan escapes you, bubbling up out of your chest, making Toji groan. "Bet this is how you were last night, screamin' into a fuckin' pillow when you came for me."
He takes two fingers and curls them under your chin. "Tell me, babydoll: did ya like hearin' me fuck that lady? Do you love listenin' to me make those girls scream?" His hand then wraps around your throat, firmly squeezing it. "Don't lie," he growls.
You can't deny it. Not when your toy is so persuasive against your pussy, making you drip all over the bed. "Y-Yes," you confess. "You're just really loud." Your roommate smirks down at you, knowing and being very cocky about it. "And you're about to be loud too."
He then takes his cock and gently slaps it against your glossy, sticky lips, making them stickier from his pre-cum and the lube. Knowing what he wants, you pry your lips open, allowing him to slowly slide against your tongue. “That’s it, open your mouth,” he murmurs. “You got this dick now. So take it, babes.”
Toji keeps a firm hand on the back of your head as he pushes further in your mouth, moaning when he bottoms out at the back of your throat. You have to widen your jaw to accommodate him, opening your throat to avoid choking. All you can see is his V-line and stomach, cut from years of sit-ups, pushing into your face as he fucks your mouth as if it were a fleshlight. “Nice mouth. Probably the best I’ve ever had.”
You feel your hand wobble, nearly dropping your toy. He softly chuckles, gently stroking your hair. "Don't worry, baby; I gotchu. Just focus on that cock, alright?" He then shows you what he means by replacing your hand on your toy and pressing it against your clit, rubbing it up, down, and around the sloppy, wet lips of your pussy.
This freedom allows you to wrap one hand around Toji's cock, giving yourself some leverage to sucking on him. "Goddamn, you're good at this!" he hisses, sliding himself deeper, making you gag wetly along his shaft. "That's a good lil' cocksucker. Maybe I shoulda been fuckin' you instead of them other girls, huh?"
You feel that familiar urge to cum building and begin to moan loudly around his cock. He pulls away, allowing you to breathe and warn him of your oncoming orgasm. "Oh, fuck!" you bellow, desperate and close, your hips jutting forward into the toy. "Toji, I'm gonna-"
And then he stops. But just for a moment. "Not yet," he growls, quickly crawling down towards your pussy and tossing your legs over his shoulders. "You cum in my mouth. Nowhere else."
Between his hot, wet tongue in your pussy and the buzzing of the rose against your clit, you have no choice but to cum. With a choked moan of "O-O-Oh, f-fuck!", you feel pleasure wash over you and come undone in Toji's mouth, your thighs twitching and muscles tensing as your orgasm rocks you to your core.
Your eyes roll, your back arches, and everything in the world seems nice and good in those split seconds as you cum all over your toy and your roommate's magical tongue. Toji groans as your taste floods his mouth, soaking his chin and his sheets. He licks and suckles on you until you're nothing more than tired breaths and soft whimpers, your body twitching from the intensity.
Finally, Toji pulls away and turns your toy off, but sucks your juices off of it before tossing it aside. You lay there before him, winded and spent, coming down from your high and in need of a breather...but Toji doesn't give a fuck. He never gives a fuck. "Don't tell me you're tired now, baby," he tuts. "We haven't even started yet."
He gives you a wolfish, evil grin before he takes you by the ankles and spreads your legs apart for him. He takes his cock and gently slides it against your overly-sensitive, twitching, soaked cunt, focusing on your clit. You both moan at the contact, every slight touch worth a thousand. "Good, baby?" he asks. "You want this?"
You stare up wordlessly into his eyes, unable to move your lips or heavy tongue to form your words. All you can do is nod. But Toji isn't happy with that. He gives your pussy a firm slap with his hand, making a high-pitched squeak escape you. "Uh-uh," he firmly says. "Use your words. Tell me what you want."
You should tell him no. Tell him to stop. That you need a break. Some space to recover. But despite the twitching and tremors in your pussy, you can also feel that you desperately need more of him. "I-I want...you," you manage you gasp out. "I need you, 'Ji. Please."
You can't express how full you feel when his cock is finally inside of you, inch by inch stretching out the wet walls of your pussy. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan as your hands grip his shoulders, desperate to grasp something. Toji stares down at your face and pretty body all stretched open for him, wanting so desperately to fuck you dumb.
And he does. Once he has some slow, shallow strokes in to allow you to get used to him, nothing is stopping him from absolutely fucking your shit up. He grips your hips and proceeds to thrust his hips forward and back, drilling his dick into your cunt as he sucks on his fingers and uses them to rub your clit with each thrust.
"Now you see," he grunts. "Now you know why bitches come flockin' to me. Now you know why I always get calls. Now you get it...dontcha, babes?" The only thing you can respond with is "Ahhh, fuck, fuck, oh, my God, oh, oh!" as he proceeds to fuck you absolutely stupid.
You can't keep quiet. Your response to the pleasure you're feeling fly out of you, bouncing off of the walls, echoing throughout the apartment. His dick is so persuasive, drawing so much out of you in such little time.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM the wall behind the headboard goes. Toji grins at the plaster, using one of his big hands to slam against the wall, basically telling your neighbor 'Fuck you!' "Whoops," he chuckles. "Guess we got an audience." He gives you a wink, making you lowkey afraid of what could possibly come next. "Let's give 'em somethin' to really be mad about, hm?"
He then proceeds to prop his feet up on the mattress and firmly grasp your ass from underneath, pinning your thighs up and apart, before drilling himself down to pound your pussy into the mattress. Again and again and again.
You are in a whole other world. Another universe. Nothing exists but Toji and the explosive pleasure he is serving you on a silver platter. He then stops, drops your legs, and takes his dripping cock out of you. "Stick out your tongue for me." Silently, you do as told, letting your wet tongue hang out of your plump lips. Tap-tap-tap. "You made a mess," he murmurs. "Now you need to clean it up."
He watches you intently as he swirls his cock around in your mouth and you diligently suck all of your juices off of him, even sucking on his balls. You have turned into a complete mindless slut for him, desperate to please and to be pleased. "Ya like the taste, babe?" he chuckles. "You taste good, right?"
He groans as he slides his cock out of your luscious mouth and presses a hot kiss against your sticky lips. Nice an' sweet, just like you."
Before you can even think of a response or to even take a breath, he is flipping you over onto your stomach. SMACK! "Ass up, baby girl," he demands, his voice breathless and full of lust. Though your limbs feel like jelly, you get on all fours and firmly push your knees and elbows into the mattress.
"That's a good roomie," Toji mutters before slapping his cock up against your pussy, emitting soft moans and mews of desperation out of you. Then, finally, again, he is inside of you and proceeds to fucking your cunt like it's about to go out of style.
One hand on your throat, the other on your clit, and one foot propped up on the bed, Toji fucks you in doggy, making the bed rock and the neighbors bang harder as your shared moans grow louder. "Good, baby?" he pants, a cocky smile in his voice.
Your head is digging into the bed, your makeup fucked and drool spilling from your mouth. "Yes!" you sob into the sheets. Toji yanks you up off of the mattress, forcing you to come back to reality. "Sorry, hon, I couldn't hear you. Say it again real loud for me."
"Yes!" you yell, but it sounds more like "Ye-e-e-essss!" because of the force, breathtaking thrusts, and deep dicking that Toji is giving you right now. He nods in encouragement, pleased with your answer and your body and your everything. "That's my good baby girl. So obedient for me."
He leans in, pressing his lips to your ear and gently nibbling on the flesh. "Don't let this go to that pretty head," he whispers, "but you're the best fuck I've had by far." Embarrassingly enough, the comment makes you fold completely.
Or maybe that's just because of his dick filling you up and plunging in and out of you, somehow better with each passing second. You now understand why so many throw their hard-earned dollars at Toji to get a fuck. He is the best fuck you've ever had. His sex is your kryptonite. Your weakness. The very thing that will keep you addicted to him.
And when you feel a second orgasm coming on, you know that you are hooked on your roommate and nothing (and no one) else will compare. "Toji, m'gonna cum!" you warn him. "I'm so close!" His calloused fingers slip and slide across your slippery clit, getting you closer and closer as his dick works with his fingers to get you to your end.
"Daaamn, roomie, again?" he cackles. "Tell me somethin' first." He takes his hand off of your throat and pushes your cheek to face him over your shoulder.
"W-What?" you mew. You'll just about say anything he wants at this point.
"Tell me you're a filthy fuckin' pervert who loves listenin' to her roommate cum and fuck his clients."
You swear that you thought you just hallucinated what he said, but his steely eyes tell you different. "W-WHAT?!" you exclaim. "But-"
SMACK! He takes his hand and slaps your ass hard, leaving it stinging and your eyes wet with unshed tears. "Is that a no?" he pants in your face. "I guess you don't wanna cum then." He slows his thrusts to an agonizing halt, still pulsing inside of you. He pauses from rubbing your clit as well, leaving you in purgatory.
"No, no, please!" you nearly cry. "I'll say it, Daddy! I promise!" You've never felt such desperation. It aches in your core, your body desperate to be relieved. Your roommate grins in your face, enjoying your anguish. "Then say it."
Your mind is screaming at you to not do it...but inevitably, Toji wins. You lick your lips and nearly cringe at the horribly embarrassing and lewd words that pass them: "I-I'm a filthy fuckin' pervert who loves to hear her roommate cum and fuck his clients," you softly announce.
Toji swoops in and presses a hot, passionate, deep kiss onto your lips that steals the air from your lungs. "Good girl," he coos against your lips. "And when good girls listen, good girls get rewards."
Then it's back to fucking. Back to moaning. Back to chasing that high and letting every sound explode from your chest along with the creaking of the bedsprings underneath you. It only gets louder and more frequent when Toji fucks you faster, his hips pistoning against your ass that bounces and shakes against his pelvis every time he slams himself into you.
"Fuckin' cum for me, slut," he demands. "M'close too, so you'd better cum now." He grips your throat tight and nuzzles his nose into your sweet-smelling air. "You're mine now, baby. Nobody will ever be able to fuck you as good as me."
No way. No possible way. And you know that the minute that your second orgasm crests and washes over you. You cannot stop the loud, unabashed wail that escapes you as pleasure crackles beneath your fingertips, toes, and deep within your core: "I-I-I'M CUMMING!"
Your pussy damn near clenches Toji for dear life, tighter than a vice, as he watches you cum around his cock. Your swirling hips and bucking body ignites a fire in him that causes him to fuck the absolute shit out of you, pushing you down into the bed and hiking your ass up. "Stay there," he groans. "Stay right fuckin' there and take this shit."
You do as told, but you couldn't fight him off even if you tried to. He fucks you through your orgasm, making your limbs turn to jelly and your pussy melt like ice cream, wet and slippery. Toji's grunts and groans grow louder until he pulls out of you, strokes himself to completion against the soft globes of your ass, and finally cums with a loud "FUCK!" that echoes throughout the bedroom.
You weakly gasp as you feel warm, wet droplets of his spunk coat your ass and back, creating a nice pearly necklace for your waist and asscheeks. His loud, guttural moans finally die down into soft groans and sighs as his high fades and all that is left is the soft ache of exhaustion. "Now that's a pretty sight: all my cum on this fuckin' ass."
SMACK!
He hits your ass again, hard, but all you can do is flinch. You can barely lift your head. You feel as if you have just been put through the wringer. You are soaked head to toe in sweat and your inner thighs feel sticky with your cum...and maybe his as well?
You don't know, but you find yourself not caring. Not when the thick fog of after-sex exhaustion looms over you...just like Toji is doing. He hovers above your back and comes down, each hand on either side of your head. You feel his lips at your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand on end.
"Like I said: no charge," he whispers. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, roomie." He swoops down to give you a kiss on the cheek and it is like putting a cherry on a sundae.
Oh, yes, you enjoyed it-and him-very much. And who knows? Maybe you'll be a regular client of his from now on.
THE END.
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obessedd · 2 months ago
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katsuki bakugo¡
; he has a nightmare and can’t sleep without being in your arms.
— KATSUKI’S first thought whenever he would have nightmares is to walk towards your dorm, not liking the feeling of waking up with his heart raised, and sweat dripping from his head. luckily you being up studying, you heard a knock on your door, you perked up from your desk, pulling out an earbud looking up at your door hearing that same knock again. getting up placing down your pencil to open it. you thought it was going to be kiri or denki asking for one of your blankets again but was surprised to see your boyfriend?. "kat?." you were taken back by how fast he grabbed you, pulling you into a hug. his grip was tight. almost like he didn't want to let you go?. "hey, what's wrong? why are you shaking?." — "I just..had a nightmare." oh. you sighed moving your hand up to his hair, combing through it with a small smile, "you wanna talk about it baby?." he didn't say anything but nod his head.
apparently it was about what had happened at the hospital. after the fight with shigaraki, some was badly injured as some weren't, however..unfortunately you were one of the people who were put in the hospital. you had a coma for a full two weeks. from overusing your quirk too much in a span of one day put your life at risk which why many teachers including hawks said it was too dangerous for you to fight at the moment but being stubborn you did it anyways. your quirk is blood manipulation, you can manipulate your own blood cells and ever others. from using too much blood over time can put your life at risk, if you were to use too much you could potentially die. that’s what he’s afraid of. In his nightmare you didn't wake up and was pronounced dead. yelling and yelling begging for you to wake up but you didn’t..waking up with sweat dripping from his head, and his heart racing. you hummed after he was done explaining, "kat… I know what happened scared you— it scared everyone, but I promise i'm fine. I'm ok." you mumbled kissing the top of his head as he held you tighter, "I know..but these damn nightmares keep happening." he snarled but sighed, he cares too damn much about you, he loves you, you're literally the love of his life. the thought of ever losing you scared the living hell out of him, his heart couldn't handle all these damn emotions.
you've never seen kat be afraid as he was tonight. It made your heart sink..how long was he having these nightmares for? he kept a firm grip on you as you two were laid together, his arms wrapped around your waist, as you laid on his chest trailing small circles on his stomach. weirdly it calmed him down a little, knowing you're here laid against him. It calmed him down a little. breathing in and out, his heart felt softer, he sighed pinching your waist out of nowhere, jolting up. "the hell was that for?" you scoffed with a frown hearing him grunt looking away from you. "don't scare me like that again..idiot." he muttered and you rolled your eyes with a small smile, "I won't." you chuckled, but he turned to face you, furrowed eyebrows. "i'm serious." when you heard his tone, your face softened more, "kat..it won't happen again. I can swear it to you. plus.. aizawa won't let me train for awhile till i'm fully healed. you have nothing to worry about.." it looked like he had doubt in your words but sighing in defeat he nodded his head believing you. you smiled, "will you be able to sleep now?" you asked and he nodded his head, pulling your body closer to his, fully cuddling.
"with you here.. I can.."
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b1ackg1rl-mag1c28 · 1 year ago
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♡♡More of perv shigaraki♡♡
Perv shigaraki who is so obsessed with you that he has a whole stolen collection of your used panties. It makes him throb and leak knowing that your bare lips touched this fabric. He makes him shiver knowing that you leaked all of your slimy juices on them. He likes to bring the wet patch to his nose and take a big, strong whiff. He needs to have your scent etched into his brain. Every inch of his lungs his filled with nothing but your scent. Might take it a step further and licked the crotch so he can taste what remains of you. And it taste like heaven. No sweet candy or high quality dessert could every compare to your sweet and addictive juices. He tells himself one day he will get to taste it straight from the source. He's so nasty with it cause one of his favorite things to do is wear your used panties on his face and stroke at his redden and leaky tip. It feels like his brain is melting and every nerve is on fire. He needs all of you. It makes him throb and shiver just dreaming about the day you allow him to pump his fertile cum inside your gummy walls. Dreaming about feeling your walls tighten around his aching cock, ready to pump you full of everything he needs to give you. One day, he keeps telling himself. Maybe one day you will finally let him suck on your puffy clit with your juices all over his face, with him pleading you to finally let him cum. After all, he has been a good puppy for mommy.
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ink-stainedkiss · 3 months ago
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‘Jacked and Kind’ Drabble - Bnha Boy Trio
Synopsis: Doing the ‘A Boy Who’s Jacked and Kind’ with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya!
A/N: This was a request! A fun one might I add. Hopefully you guys like it and don’t forget you can always request Oneshots, drabbles, Headcannons, etc! 🫶🏻
Warnings:None
Word Count: 1.1k
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Katsuki Bakugo
Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he’s seen the trend, and when you brought it up to him, he wanted no part in it.
“C’mon Katsuki,” You whined, waving your screen in front of him,”It’ll be cute,” He huffed,”I don’t care.” Frowning, you plopped onto the couch next to him,”Why are you so against it?” He continued to read the book in his lap, slightly annoyed by your persistent,”Because it’s a stupid fuckin’ trend. Why do you need to film it to prove I can pick you up?” Smirking, you draped yourself over the boy, putting on a pitiful performance,”So we can prove our love.”
Scoffeing, Bakugo shoved you off of his arm, unfazed by your words,”Yeah, whatever.” You decided to move onto the next tactic,”I mean, if you’re too weak to do the trend then I understand…” Alas, Bakugo showed no reaction to your provocation. Your shoulders dropped and he let out a chuckle,”Did you really think that would work? You’re not as smart as I thought.”
Clearly the ‘kind’ part didn’t apply to your boyfriend. You groaned audibly and got up, finally leaving Bakugo to his reading. You stood, staring sorrowfully at this couple on your phone,”I guess I’ll ask Eijirou instead, I’m sure he’ll be up for it.”
Like a flipped switch, Bakugo was on his feet in an instant, his book left behind,”Like hell you will.” He uttered,”Set up your damn phone.” A giddy smile spread to your face as you set up your phone. I knew that would work.
Bakugou stood next to you begrudgingly, a scowl depicted on his features. The music started and you hoped your boyfriend wouldn’t get revenge by tossing you over his shoulders. His large hands gripped your hips and you didn’t have anytime to grab his wrist before you were being lifted from the ground. You were star struck. I didn’t even jump. Bakugo snickered at your reaction and flexed slightly for the camera. You posed for the camera, feeling Bakugo’s hand resting comfortably on your thigh. Right before the music ended, Bakugo flipped off the camera, making you let out a laugh.
He let you down easily, mumbling under his breath about how stupid this was and he was going right back to his book. That night, your post had blown up. You rested on your bed with Bakugo showing the hilarious comments.
i feel so disrespected.
in front of my salad??
the audacity to be in my fyp…
so cute! *blocks*
If one thing was true, Bakugo fit the jacked description extremely well.
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Shoto Todoroki
Shoto hadn’t seen the trend at all, which wasn’t a shocker, but when you came to him so energetic, he was curious to see what it was all about. He had to admit, the trend was cute. You stared at him with such hopeful eyes,”So? Can we do it Sho’?” He glanced at the video again, then at your face,”Will it make you happy?” You bobbed your head rapidly,”Yes, I’ve been dying to do this with you.” He gave a small smile, then gave a curt nod,”Then let’s do it.”
You were buzzing with happiness and your smile was blown wide in front of the camera. You started lip syncing to the music and then you felt Shoto’s hands on your hips. You knew Shoto had muscle (he always let you caress them whenever you liked) but you were still shocked by the ease of his movements. He gracefully lifted you, placing you onto his shoulder and you posed for the camera, crossing your leg over the other like a princess. Once it was over, Shoto put you on the ground softly, and as a thank you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek,”Thank you, Shoto.”
After a few hours, your video was flooded with likes and comments, but as you looked over the video, you realized Shoto wasn’t even looking at the camera. He didn’t flex or smile, instead his eyes were locked onto you, who was too busy looking pretty for the camera. He looked completely whipped for you and you couldn’t help but show it back to Shoto. The boy gave a simple shrug,”You looked beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”
His words made you blush and you had to cover yourself ur embarrassment by tucking yourself into Shoto’s embrace. He didn’t know why you needed a hug all of a sudden, but he was happy to provide. When you calmed down, you both went through the comments. Shoto was a bit confused,”Why are they so angry?” You chuckled, shaking your head,”No, they’re not mad Sho’, they’re being sarcastic.”
on my wifi?
if you look closely you can see me hanging in the background 😊
you guys are adorable!! I’m standing in the middle of the highway rn!!
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Izuku Midoriya
Let’s be honest. Izuku is the one to come to you about the trend. He saw it on his feed and was thrilled to try it out. He practically bounced on his feet as you watched the couple. You knew Izuku wasn’t as tall as most of the guys on the trend, but if you knew one thing, it was that Izuku had arms for days, let alone his muscular legs. You passed Izuku his phone back, raising a brow at him,”And why do you wanna do this?” Izuku lit up, puffing his chest out with pride,”So I can show you off.”
If that wasn’t a perfect answer, then you don’t know what is. You were setting up his phone immediately. The song began to play and you stood next to Izuku happily. He grabbed your waist, lifting you swiftly onto his shoulder. He flexed his bicep, winking toward the camera, but unexpectedly he was bumping his shoulders up and you were slipping from your spot. You let out a gasp, but then Izuku’s arm was placed securely on your back and under your knees. You giggled out of shock and Izuku’s heart melted at how pretty you looked. He quickly stole a kiss and when he pulled away the video was already done.
He set you down carefully, a heavy blush tinting his face,”Sorry, I got carried away.” You rolled your eyes playfully,”You definitely don’t have to apologize.” He stood over your shoulder, watching the video back and he would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately save it to his camera roll. Later that day you were both cuddling on the couch and you checked the video, which was overfilled with hilarious comments.
am I interrupting something..?
stood up, shed a tear, then applauded
pls get a room.
this has to be cyberbullying.
You both were entertained by the comments, but then Izuku pointed to your caption,”Did you call me a ‘Short King’?”
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shrublike · 2 months ago
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ok hear me out; Keigo personally funds a gravestone for Jin after the war that he visits and maintains it as often as his schedule permits
he goes through periods of guilt where he feels like he doesn't deserve to face him and mourn like that so he won't visit for a while, but he always comes back with a pack of cigarettes and fresh flowers after not too long
(he also helps Ochako fund a gravestone for Himiko and they put it right next to Jin's)
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sp4ceboo · 2 months ago
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a/n: ok so. alpha deku. this was specifically inspired by @kajinovaa's art (here and here) because. what the fuck man. this gave me severe brain rot. absolutely delicious artwork, belongs in museum.
tw: 18+, smutty, afab omega reader, a/b/o, alpha deku goes into rut, breeding kink (it's abo, what were we expecting)
wc: 1.2k
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Everyone knows when your alpha is close to his rut.
Since Izuku has risen on the hero rankings, ‘everyone’ has become anyone who happens to be watching the news that week. Citizens, villains, news reporters, hell, even his mother - they all know. It would be hard to not notice, not with the pheromones that practically ooze off him, and especially not with the way he acts.
Normally, the villains are the first to know. You always patrol with Izuku (he insisted it be that way, but you wouldn’t have been paired with anyone else with how obvious it is that the two of you work best together), and usually, you’ll divide and conquer any minor villains with ease. You’re ridiculously attuned to each other, able to communicate in battle just as well with your eyes as with your words, and it makes it pretty hard to mount a defense against.
All of that flies straight out of the window the moment his pre-rut hits; the hormones give him an extra edge, a strength derived from something primal, and his hindbrain takes control. Your mate is a force to be reckoned with already, but in pre-rut, he’s unstoppable.
You’re aware that he knows you’re perfectly capable of holding your own, but once his instincts take over, there’s no stopping him. He’ll break a villain’s hand if they come too close to you, flashing his canines and snarling keep away from my omega while he pumps out a ridiculous amount of pheromones. By then, they’re already running: it’s no secret that his threats aren’t empty when it comes to you.
The reporters are the next to find out, and you hope that the ones that get sent to interview you and Izuku while he’s in pre-rut get paid extra, because he’s impossible; once he’s sure the villains are successfully detained, he’ll latch onto you, curling an arm about your waist and wrapping himself around you from behind.
It’s worth acknowledging that Izuku is big, even by alpha standards. He’s fucking huge, broad shoulders and massive thighs, still bristling from the fight, and he dwarfs your frame entirely when he crowds into you the way he does. You’ve seen fan-made compilations, clips of him draped over you, nose buried in your hair as you answer reporters’ questions, captioned with things like ‘proof pro-hero Deku can’t get enough of his mate, if you hadn’t noticed already’.
You always politely smile for the cameras, but he has no patience for them. He never speaks during those interviews, instead drowning his restlessness in the familiarity of your scent, growling if anyone comes too close and only letting up once they retreat.
At that point, you already reek of him - well, more than you usually do - and when you feel that you’ve shown face enough, you excuse yourself. No one can refuse you, not when you have a more than just sizeable alpha hanging off your shoulders, glaring at anyone who might dare to object.
On the way home, you’ve made a habit of filing your request for leave from work (that is, if your manager hasn’t seen the news and already granted it). You’ve never been refused leave, but that doesn’t surprise you. The risk of having pro-hero Deku off patrol is nothing compared to having him half crazy, half feral and fully grumpy, supposedly watching over the city while in reality all he does is want after his omega.
Reliably, you’ll barely have gotten through the doorway of your home, struggling to close the door behind you, when he finally lets loose.
He’ll be all over you, hands tugging at your clothes while he laps at your scent glands, almost drooling as he breathes in your pheromones. Rut reduces your alpha to nothing but a mess. You won’t even be more than a metre into your house, and he’ll be grinding against you, fondling you, groaning in your ears and telling you sinful things: that you smell so fucking good, that he can’t wait to be deep in your sweet omega pussy.
They’re always dirty, the things he mumbles in your ears, but it always circles back to the same thing - I protected you so well, didn’t I, omega? I kept you safe, right? - and you nod every time, kissing him sweetly - yes alpha, of course you did - and tilting your head back to give him access to your throat, a display of trust, because that’s what he needs to hear. That’s what has his cock throbbing against your hip, achingly hard.
It’s what sets that part of him ablaze, just like you burn whenever he tells you that you’re such a good, pretty omega for him and that you take him so well while he fucks you through your heat. Yes, Izuku understands you can protect yourself, but he needs to know that he’s a good alpha to you, that he takes care of his mate and keeps you happy and safe and content.
The moment he hears that, he won’t stop until you're knotted and pumped full of his come.
He’ll take you against the first flat surface that presents itself (usually the wall of your foyer), slipping in easily because your body responds to him even before you’ve smelt his exquisite pheromones, your pussy all slicked up and fluttering for him. He won’t stop for days after that, ruining you on his cock over and over again, eyes rolling back in his head as he slurs about how he’s going to give you his pups, and though you know it won’t take because of your medication, sometimes you wish it would.
Right now, you lie on his warm chest, tracing the constellations of his freckles with your fingertips. Today his rut started no different from how it normally does, and he’s purring softly in his sleep beneath you, his warm palms splayed wide over your back; you smile at the occasional snore that leaves him. Your mate has been busy recently. You’re not surprised that he knocked out so quickly.
He’s fucked his knot into you already, and from where it sits snugly inside you, you can feel it slowly coming down. You don’t bother to lift yourself off him though - he’s far from done, and besides, he’ll just ease it right back into you the moment he wakes up.
You’ve heard people comment on how your Izuku is pretty high maintenance during his rut, that he should take suppressants to give you a break, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He stirs, and you watch his green lashes dip as he blinks his way back to consciousness; gently, he catches your fingers, his palm calloused against your skin, and lifts your hand to his mouth to press kisses your knuckles. Your lips curl up at the sight of him, unruly hair mussed, glowing in that way he does during his rut, and sleepy eyed, he smiles back.
Already, you can feel him stiffening inside of you, his body getting ready for another round. He cups your face in his hands, fitting his lips to yours, and you find yourself grinning into his kisses.
Yeah, you definitely wouldn't have it any other way.
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melanthaeunomia · 1 year ago
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Do y’all ever reread an old unpublished fanfic you wrote and then get invested on the storyline but get sad because you never wrote the next part of it, just me?
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slapintoaslimjim · 3 months ago
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*clears throat*
why is no one talking about how izuku midoryia is the type to write you love letters or even draw you something that reminded him of you; or the two of you??
he’s such a sickening detailed oriented boy with a notebook filled with notes and drawings about heros and his classmates quirks, and knows so much about his friends as well.
just imagine, you two get together romantically, and his way of confessing is writing a sickeningly sweet love letter to you.
the two of you walking together on the sidewalks of the city on a chilly night, the stars bright, street lamps are bright and the two of you yapping away.
“oh! there’s something i wanted you to read” he announces after a few beats of comfortable silence passes, his hands fiddling in his jacket pocket and a shy adorable smile on his face.
he pulls out a folded sheet of notebook paper, handing it to you with that same smile. you accept it of course with a smile of your own.
“zuku, is this..?” you ask with a soft grin and eyebrow raise while unfolding the paper, already having a general idea of what he just handed you.
“maybe” is all the green eyed boy replies with, grinning so adorably hard while also blushing ever so slightly.
your attention is sucked into the letter he handed you, the extension of details enough to put shakespeare to shame. the way he confesses his love for you through words is adoring, it’s like art. from the way be describes how you make him feel, to how he feels about you, it’s art.
you pick your attention back up from the paper and look at izuku with tears welled in your eyes. holding the paper in your hands shakily.
“zu..” you manage to say softly, a soft smile on your lips as you look at the grinning boy.
izuku raises his hands and gently uses his thumbs to wipe any tears that threaten to fall, his touch is so soft to your skin that it gives you goosebumps.
“soooo does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”
“i’d have to be crazy to say no to someone like you”
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bbkoolkatz · 4 months ago
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bnha characters when you leave them alone with your baby and it starts crying.
incl: K. Bakugo, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, T, Amajiki, H. Sero, O. Uraraka, M. Yaoyorozu, M. Ashido
I fking hate writer's block mannn... the Mina request💫 and part 3 to prof! Izuku will be out soon! so hv this thing in the meantime 🙏
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mlist!
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fioblah · 18 days ago
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cut out for greed
tip jar
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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 months ago
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Drunk N Nasty PT. II 🥂🩷✨ (Bakusquad x Black!F!Reader NYE 18+ One Shot)
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✨Pairing: poly!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader
✨Synopsis: In which you and Mina didn’t learn your lesson the first time about pushing your boyfriends’ buttons, so you decide to once again do something you’re not supposed to at a boring NYE party when their attention is adverted somewhere else instead of on their pretty girlfriends. But they’re on the exact same type of time you and Mina are, so why not celebrate the new year in a way only they know how AND teach you a lesson about being good girls too?
✨Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Aged-Up!Bakusquad (Late 20s-Early 30s); Black-Coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Polyamorous; Established Relationship; Alcohol Consumption; Drunk Sex; Dubcon; Groping; Thigh Grinding; Dry Humping; Spit Play; Edge Play; Girl on Girl; Mutual Oral; Bondage/Tape Play; Shock/Electro Play; Daddy Kink; some DDLG; Spanking; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Facefucking; Spitroast; Degradation/Praise; Multiple Creampies/Throatpies; Facials; Some Aftercare
✨Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
✨Writer’s Note: Happy New Year & (almost) 2025, sweeties!!!! Sooooo I remember how much fun I had writing "Drunk N Nasty" so I decided to do one for NYE. I hope y'all enjoy it! Idk if I did as good of a job, but I still hope it's enough to scratch the deviant itch that y'all have like me lol. This one is still very NASTY tho -Jazz 💋💋💋
Read PT. I HERE!
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“Baby?” Bakugou asks in that raspy, gruff voice that never fails to send tingles up your spine. “Yeah, babe?” “If you don’t want me to lift up that dress and embarrass you in front of all these people, I suggest you take your hand off my knee.”
The blonde, looking so scrumptious in his burgundy suit and undercut, is serious about his threat and you know it. He truly doesn’t give a fuck.
His lewd threat sends shockwaves throughout your body and makes the most forbidden part of you, the part of your body you should NOT be focused on at the moment, throb. Slowly, you slide your hand off of your boyfriend’s knee despite wanting so desperately to run it up his muscular thigh and grip his— 
“That too, Pinkie,” Bakugou growls, not even looking up from his menu for the party. “Hands off. Now.” Your perfect, pretty, pink pro hero girlfriend, who currently looks delicious in her backless mint green gown, begrudgingly takes her hand off Sero’s thigh. He, too, looks delicious in his suit just like the rest of your boyfriends sitting at your assigned table. 
“So bossy,” she pouts, her glossy lips puckered. Sero shrugs, grinning wolfishly at Bakugou. “I dunno…I kinda liked it. A lot, actually.” The platinum blonde glares at him over his reading glasses which only makes you hornier. Bakugou looks so goddamn good in glasses. “You’re a perv just like her,” he grunts. “Usually, I don’t give a fuck who sees us, but I’ll be damned if All Might looks over here and sees a hand on my cock.” 
He gives you a side-eye that makes you flush hot despite the gorgeous strapless red gown you’re wearing as part of tonight’s festivities. “So lewd,” you tut. “And you complain about us.” 
Suddenly, you smell familiar Gucci cologne and your stomach flips. “He’s not the one gropin’ you though, is he, naughty girl?” Denki asks, his lips suddenly at your ear. “Mmm-hmm. I saw that aaaall the way at the punch bowl.” The honey-haired blonde, along with Kirishima’s sexy, redheaded ass, sit on your left while Bakugou occupies your right. 
Sero sits across from you with Mina who is about to drop her head into her shrimp salad. “Spiked, I hope,” she mutters. “This party is soooo boring!” 
You silently concur. As a fellow pro hero, you were invited to attend the Heroes’ Annual Christmas Party along with your partners to celebrate all heroes and the holiday season. Though you feel extremely glamorous in your dress with the thigh slit and your gold Jimmy Choo heels with your face beat for days and your skin smelling intoxicatingly sweet, this party is anything short of “glamorous”. 
Despite all the famous pros and important folks being here, and the ballroom being swaddled in gorgeous Christmas trees, centerpieces, and expensive o'devours, you have never been so fucking bored in your life. Hence why you’ve been teasing your boyfriends for the past hour since you’ve been here. 
“What the hell did you expect, mamì?” Sero asks, nudging Mina with his elbow. “It’s a NYE party where very important people, like us, are in attendance, including city officials.” He pops a shrimp into his mouth and you zero in on his lip piercing. And the rings adorning his fingers that you’d love to feel wrapped around your neck right now. 
Curse your boyfriends for being pierced up, tatted up, and hella sexy! Why the fuck would they choose tonight of all nights to look so damn good? Why couldn’t you go to the club, get drunk, sloppily make out on the dance floor, and then go back to the crib to “celebrate in private”?
Or stay home and spend NYE fucking until the sun came up? 
Or fuck in general?
You wrinkle your brows at your advanced horniness. You can’t remember the last time you were this aroused and in need of your boyfriends’ attention. Perhaps it’s because the busy holiday season has brought too much work and not enough play that now you and Mina both are feening for some dick that your men aren’t free to give at the moment. 
The rush of the holidays and working overtime for more money to buy gifts and still pay rent has affected all of you to the point where you and Mina are teeming with arousal and desperation, and your boyfriends are overcome with exhaustion. Too exhausted to dom their pretty babies and give them the attention they so desperately need.
“But no alcohol though?” Denki scoffs, his tiny hoop earrings glistening in the soft glow of the lights above. His honey-blonde hair, streaked with one single black strand in the shape of a lightning bolt, is styled back in a man bun for the special occasion tonight. “C’mon, they’ve gotta be kiddin’ with that one! Do the party planners know a single pro hero?” 
“You don’t have to drink to have fun, Denks,” Kiri criticizes, mouth full of steak. He looks absolutely mouthwatering in his tailored suit, his long red locks cascading down his broad shoulders. “You’ve just got a problem.” You tut, rolling your eyes at the redhead. "Says the one who can chug five beers in one sitting,” you giggle. “And then pass out.” 
Mina, Denki, and Sero laugh at your little quip while Kiri gets a playful fire in his crimson eyes. “Don’t try me, baby. I’ll show you your man can do six.” Unlike Bakugou, he doesn’t ignore the flirty energy that is emanating from your smile or eyes rimmed in mascara. You reach across the table to take his big hand in his, an electric shock coursing through you at his touch. 
He must feel it too because his body visibly tenses and his pierced tongue juts out to lick his lips. “Fuck, you look good,” he sighs. “Both of you do.” He turns to Mina and her hooded, inkwell eyes, the sexual tension becoming more obvious with the unwavering look she gives you and Kiri.
“Mmm, agreed,” Denki sighs, swallowing so hard that his Adam’s Apple bobs. “It’s taking everything in me to not pull you both out of here and tear these dresses off of you.” 
Boldly, Mina takes her glass of punch and slowly drinks from it, making it a point to play with the straw with her tongue. “What’s stoppin’ you?” she purrs. Your cunt throbs impatiently under your dress, needing so desperately to feel her tongue in other places. You want to be between all of them, feeling each ridge of their muscles and caressing their warm skin.
“Stop flirting,” Bakugou grunts, his eyes flaring at the pink-haired pro. “You can do that at home.” He puts his menu down and turns to you, making your blood run hot with the seething intensity and lust in them. “And when we’re there, you know you two are gonna get it, right?” 
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, hoping that he promises. And you hope that you all can go home ASAP to make up for the weeks of constant missions, patrols, and paperwork that kept your Daddies away from you and Mina. You girls can only get so much satisfaction out of each other and while sex with Mina is always great, you miss Bakugou’s hand gripping your throat while he’s fucking you into the bed or Kiri’s touch as he litters your body in kisses where he left bruises. 
Sero obviously sees the molten lust in your eyes and smirks. “Seems like that’s the plan,” he chuckles. “You know how these two operate, Kats. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The look he gives you and Mina is enough to make you explode. 
“Can’t we just go home now?” you tiredly suggest, pouting. “No offense to All Might and the others here, but this party is damn near putting me to sleep!” Kiri chuckles, aiming those damn crimson eyes your way. “Or maybe you’re just desperate to get home so we can put your fine ass to bed. Is that it, little lady?” 
You suddenly feel his hand ghosting over your knee and do your best to hide your gasp. Every slight touch is like kryptonite to you. Bakugou is gripping his glass so tight that you’re afraid he’ll break the thing. “I said cut it out!” he growls at the redhead. “I can see your boner from here!” 
Kiri blushes as red as his hair and places a tablecloth on his lap to cover himself. You wither at the loss of contact and sexual chemistry, needing so much to feel both.
“This is probably the only time I’ve ever sided with Bakugou,” Denki huffs. “As much as I love the sexy game-playing, ladies, I really don’t wanna be walkin’ around with a stiff one if you catch my drift.” 
Kiri sighs, staring down at his lap. “Same here. With my quirk, it’s much worse.” Now your mind has drifted to think about their boners. Could you dare to take a peek under the table and see for yourself? Are you bold enough to reach over, grab their hard cocks, and stroke them through their pants until— 
“Well, can’t we hit a club around here and then come back before the midnight toast?” Mina suggests, snapping you out of your nasty, depraved thoughts. “I mean, it’s New Year’s Eve! We’re supposed to turn up!” 
“After the party,” Bakugou firmly says, rubbing his undercut in obvious frustration. “It’s a charity event and we’re doin’ charity. Now both of you brats pipe the fuck down before I really give you somethin’ to complain about.” Anyone else would be damn near pissing themselves at the hot-blooded look Bakugou is giving, but you and Mina know better. He is just as worked up as you are. 
You both turn to each other, sharing a playful smile with one another. Kiri, Denki, and Sero watch on, all equally turned on by the bratty energy emanating from you and Mina…especially Mina. That girl isn’t afraid of anything and won’t stop until she’s a writhing mess after too many orgasms and spankings. “Like what, Kats?” she quips. “Are we gettin’ you hot and bothered too?” 
Feeling your girlfriend rub off on you, you take a hand and slyly squeeze Bakugou’s thigh, making his knee hit the bottom of the table. He turns to you, cheeks flushed and bottom lip pierced with snake bites caught between his teeth. “You little fuckin’—“ 
“Ohhh, look at this!” a sudden voice interrupts. You jump in surprise and turn to the balding city official standing by the snake table nearest to you. “It’s my favorite hero couple all here together! You must come and meet the other officials! They’re big fans of Dynamight and Red Riot, apparently, so I said I’d bring you guys over.” 
Kiri, for one, is happy for the distraction before Bakugou possibly tackled you to the ground, ripped off your dress, and fucked you dumb in front of all of these poor people. “Sure! That’s what we’re here for!” 
Bakugou stiffly gets up and walks over to the city official, obviously hard, while Denki and Sero trail behind him. You and Mina share a look, neither one of you wanting to socialize and pretend to be interested in anything other than sex with your boyfriends. “We’ll stay back and finish eating,” she tells Mina with a smile. “Don’t worry, babe, we’ll keep your seats warm.” 
Kiri fixes you both with a “you’d better behave” look before he walks off to be the buffer for his boyfriends. You sigh, placing your nails, glossy, red, and almond-shaped, under your chin. Mina does the same, running a hand through her pink curls. “Are you as bored and as horny as I am?” she deadpans. 
“Hell yes,” you reply with a scoff, “but as much as I wanna leave, I don’t wanna ditch the guys or make them angry.” You already know that this is what Mina is going to allude to, just like the last time you two didn’t get enough attention. “Oh, who cares about that?” she scoffs, waving a hand at the idea of your boyfriends being pissed at your decisions. “They’re bored and horny too, but just don’t wanna give us what we want. I don’t appreciate being denied.” She gives you a devious smirk that will only lead to trouble. 
As much as you enjoy the idea of teasing your dudes for the night, you also know that ditching them just to entrap them wouldn’t be the best idea on NYE. “Well, we only have an hour until midnight,” you say, checking your phone. “We can just get some dessert, gossip with Uraruka and the girls, and—“ 
“Oh, you two are still her!” Kiri says, pleasantly surprised. You turn to see him back now, holding a new glass of punch in his hand. “I was sure you ditched us.” You grin up at him, hope blooming in your chest. “Never, baby. How was the meet n’ greet?” 
The usual chipper and bright redhead rolls his eyes, exasperated. “Fuckin’ annoying and my social battery has just about reached its limit. How about we leave in say…” He pauses, checking his Rolex. “Twenty minutes?” 
Mina groans in happiness, dramatic as usual. “Oh, yes!” you reply, grinning happily. You could kiss your Red Riot because you’re so damn happy to finally be rid of this party and get dicked down before midnight…and after. Kiri laughs at you and Mina’s cute antics as he pulls out his phone. “I’ll tell the guys in the group chat and—“ 
“Oh, Kirishima!” Fat Gum hollers from across the room, waving a pudgy hand. “Come over here! These girls wanna meet you!” He points at the girls in question—three very pretty, modelesque, and expensive-looking ladies who look very interested in meeting your man. 
Kiri looks wearily at you and Mina before sighing, apologizing with his eyes. “Twenty,” he mouths to you and Mina, but you both know that this won’t be twenty minutes at all. When he leaves, you huff in frustration and turn to Mina who suddenly produces a tiny vodka bottle out of her purse. “Good thing I bought this,” she giggles with a mischievous wink. “Don’t tell the guys, okay?” 
You smirk at her, passing your cranberry juice over to her for some of that liquid confidence. “Only if you pour me a shot.” Your girlfriend is happy to oblige and discreetly pours you a glass under the table, spiking your drink. When you take a sip, you feel your bones melt and your face flush from the strong vodka mixed with the sweet, tangy cranberry juice. 
After thirty or so minutes of drinking, you and Mina are good and tipsy. You can tell from the way she keeps giggling at nothing and your erogenous zones are more sensitive than usual. Your nipples feel puckered, tight, and flushed while your pussy throbs insistently for attention. You desperately turn to search for your boyfriends and find them still chatting with the three girls. 
Only this time, there are more than three. More women have seemed to gravitate over to your Dynamight, Red Riot, Chargebolt, and Cellophane, gushing over their hair and their quirks. One of them blushes as she asks Sero for an autograph on her napkin, placing a hand on his arm in gratitude when he takes out a pen. 
You also know that you’re tipsy when you begin to feel quickly irritated at seeing another hand that isn’t yours or Mina’s on your man’s arm. Your jealousy and illogical anger only intensify when you see a blonde with long legs standing between Denki and Kiri for a photo.
The blonde’s hands are placed dangerously low on your boyfriends’ backs…any lower and she’d be cupping their asses. “Are you seein’ what I’m seein’?” Mina whispers, irritation in her voice. You slowly nod, barely even looking at her. You’re too focused on the bitches all over your men. “Yeah, and I don’t like it.” 
Another fan, a ginger with a curvaceous body and a beautiful gold gown, is chatting Bakugou up, her hand placed on his shoulder as she laughs. Why is she touching him like that? Why is he allowing that? You know that your boyfriends are quite popular among the female population, but shit, don’t they know that these four sexy men are off-limits? 
Flushing with envy that would make anyone green in the face, you begin to search for something. A distraction. A diversion. Something to catch your boyfriends’ attention. You find it in the emerald eyes that are currently staring you down from across the room at another table. The eyes belong to a handsome lizard hybrid with scaly skin, claws, a tail, and a tongue that you’ve heard can do wonders. 
Next to him sits another pro adorned in piercings with spiked, black locks and eyes the color of molten silver. He waggles his ringed fingers at you though his eyes are pinned on Mina. There is no doubt in your mind that the two haven’t been watching you and your girlfriend all night despite you clearly having dates. Then you get a very bad, very stupid idea. “I’ve got an idea,” you mischievously giggle. “Follow my lead.” 
You rise from your seat and Mina follows, the both of you slowly strutting across the room over to the two pros. They drink you in with every step, their lips curling up into pleased smiles at the sight of you and the pink-haired pro. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. The alcohol has made you too reckless…but it also feels kinda good, like being on a rollercoaster and waiting at the top just before the drop. 
“Well, it’s nice to see some familiar faces here,” you say, making your voice as flirtatious as possible. The lizard hybrid smiles up at you, drinking a glass of punch. “H/N and Pinkie,” he greets in his raspy voice, on the same exact time as you. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your boyfriends.” 
“Lizard and Slipknot,” Mina giggles, nodding at the grey-eyed pro. “What are pros #12 and #15 doing here at a party like this? I figured you two would be out hunting for some pretty girls to celebrate NYE with.” 
Lizard and Slipknot are known for their monthly (if not weekly) girlfriends and hookups, having been trending on social media many times for being snapped coming out of hotels. “You make us sound so predatory, Pinkie,” Slipknot scoffs, pressing a hand to his heart. “I’m a little hurt…unless those pretty girls happen to be you and your girl.” 
He gives you each a flirty, almost lecherous smile that Lizard wipes off with a punch in the arm. “Dude, don’t push it. Don’t you know who they’re with?” 
You look across the room at your boyfriends who are still annoyingly occupied. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about them,” Mina replies. “They’re busy.” Slipknot quirks a brow in interest. “And left you two alone?” he huffs. “Lucky for us, I guess.” 
He and Lizard share a secretive smile with each other that you’re too drunk to question. “That being said, you guys wanna have a drink with us?” you suggest. “And maybe…talk?” It’s the most you can come up with. The vodka has started to make your head throb and your mind sluggish. But the duo are more than happy to agree to your suggestion of shots and chatting. 
Somehow that “talk” leads to you, Mina, and the two hot guys who aren’t either one of your boyfriends leaving the party early to go to a club two blocks down. If your boyfriends notice then you don’t realize it. 
The cold air is thick with anticipation and excitement for the new year as the men lead you and Mina down the street, stumbling around and loudly laughing from the alcohol. As soon as you’re in the popular, crowded, and sweltering nightclub, more alcohol starts to flow, shot after shot coming thanks to Lizard and Slipknot’s wallets. 
It’s only a matter of time until all of the flavored vodka shots—birthday cake, caramel, and sour green apple—start to collide and work their effect on you. The world comes softer and fuzzier as your vision starts to blur, but the music blasting from the speakers overhead sounds sharper. You can feel the bass pumping and throbbing in your head as you stand on the dance floor with Mina. 
Speaking of which, your girlfriend has never looked prettier. She danced to the music in her gown, hiking up the skirt over her toned thighs as she winds her perfect ass. She turns to you, eyes aglow and slightly hooded from the vodka. “Now this is a party!” she laughs. You giggle with her, agreeing. The loud music, crowded dance floor, flashing strobe lights, and endless alcohol are exactly what you need. 
You slip your phone out of your clutch and hold it up to get you and Mina in view. “Let’s take a photo!” you shout at Lizard and Slipknot who have been surrounding you two like vultures since you came to the club. 
Slipknot tosses up a middle finger and makes a show of leaning in towards Mina’s shoulder while Lizard hugs in close on your left, one hand on the small of your back. He lets it linger there even as you snap the photo, the white flash capturing your big smile and the drunk look in your eyes. 
Quickly, you post the photo on your private IG, smirking to yourself. Maybe that will make your boys pay some attention to their pretty girls and make them remember what the fuck they have. 
Mina’s eyes grow soft in the glow of the colorful lights as she gazes at you. Nobody but you despite the two hot pros you came here with. “Come here. Dance with me, Y/N.” 
In one hand, she holds a cup of drank while she takes your hand with a free one. Interlacing your fingers, she invites herself into your space and presses her back flush against your front. Her ass presses against your crotch, grinding back into you as the music glows to a chopped and screwed R&B classic that would definitely get the whole floor pregnant. 
Lizard has long since taken his hand off of your back, but he still lingers behind you, watching you and Mina dance with a predatory look in his reptilian eyes. You can’t pay close attention to him because Mina is tossing a sultry look at you from over her shoulder, swishing the alcohol in her cup around. “Want a taste?” she whispers, her tone soft and low. 
It makes your pussy throb something awful. All self-control and the ability to make good decisions gone, you nod and allow her to carefully tilt the cup into your mouth, giggling apologies when some of it spills onto your bosom. You’re surprised to find that it’s fizzy champagne that makes you feel bubbly the moment it goes down your throat. 
“Lemme get that up for you, darling,” Mina purrs before turning around to slowly lick each droplet of champagne off of your chest. Her glossy lips stick to your skin, leaving stains of Fenty Gloss on your throat and chest. You softly moan at the contact, so drunk off of her and the alcohol that you can barely comprehend that you’re doing this in public. 
And with an audience. Lizard groans at the sight. “Fuck, you two are too hot,” he groans. Mina giggles, giving you a mischievous wink. “We know.” 
Slipknot corners her front, the lights flashing against his glassy, drunk eyes and sloppy smile. “What I wouldn’t give to take you both home with me.” His hands graze Mina’s waist, trying his luck, but the pink-haired pro steps out of the way to press closer to you. “Uh-uh, Slip, watch it. Our boys could be lurking in any dark corner right now!” 
Your stomach drops and reality barely breaks through the comfortable, glittery wall that the alcohol built for you tonight. Any one of your boyfriends could be in this club, couldn’t they? They could’ve arrived at any point and are watching this.
Suddenly, you have the urge to call either one of your men. They must have that urge too because when your phone buzzes, it’s Bakugou calling, his fine ass popping up on your caller ID. You begin to nervously sweat, unsure of whether you should answer or not. 
Lizard bumps into you by accident, inching a little closer to you to stand behind you. You notice that he has gotten closer. Extremely close. He’s so close that if you were to lean back, you’d be right against him. You turn to face him, your throat clogged. “That your man?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. 
You should say yes. You should stop this recklessness and answer your boyfriend like a good girlfriend should. But the alcohol and the urge to be a brat win. “No,” you reply, ignoring Bakugou’s call, but you keep the phone in your hand. 
Lizard smiles, pleased. “Good. You’re here with me right now.” He inches closer to you and begins to sway to the music that has picked up to a song you’ve heard a thousand times on TikTok. “So what’s up for the night after this?” he whispers.
Under the lights, you see the seductive look in his slits of eyes. You can’t find the words to speak. You don’t want to say yes because hello?! You’re dating people! Four very hot, very famous people who will most definitely kill you tonight. 
The urge to call one of your boyfriends and apologize for your behavior returns, sobering you up. Luckily, your phone buzzes again and it’s Kiri. You give Lizard an apologetic smile and put up a finger for a minute. As you strut off of the floor, Mina calls you, mindlessly dancing by herself while Slipknot watches her. “Y/N, get off the phone!” she hollers above the music. “This is our song!” 
“Hang on!” you reply, raising your voice enough to be heard. You stand against a nearby wall away from the writhing bodies on the floor and press a hand to your other ear to hear your boyfriend better. “Yeah?” you shout into the phone. 
”You two are in big fuckin’ trouble,” Kiri growls. Your stomach flips at the irked, seething tone of his voice that dips into a low rasp that usually occurs when Kiri is very pissed off. “Where the fuck are you?” 
You smirk to yourself, glad to have riled him up. “Oh, you’re startin’ this by arguing with me?” you scoff. “Now I’m glad we left.” Kiri scoffs to himself, obviously done with your ass and your brattiness. “You’re lucky it’s me callin’ you and not Bakugou. He just about blew a hole in the wall at the party.” 
You stifle a laugh, picturing your hot-headed blonde shooting a hole into one of the ballroom walls after finding you and Mina gone. You picture all of them losing their shit, sweating over the whereabouts of their girlfriends, and then growing angered at the photo on your IG. 
“Good! Maybe then you’ll start listening and attending to your girls instead of entertaining your big fans.” You can’t keep the venom from leaking out of your voice. Kiri pauses, assessing the damage and the sound of your voice. “Y/N, you been drinkin’?” he asks, slight worry in his tone. “I can hear it all in your voice.” 
He should be worried. Leaving his poor, horny girlfriend to search for excitement on her own is not the kind of treatment you deserve. “Yes,” you pointedly answer. “And I plan on going back to doin’ just that with my pretty girlfriend. We’ll explain everything when we get back.” 
Kiri makes a sound between a laugh and a sigh, making your smile slip from your face. “Oh, you can explain everything to me now, baby girl,” he says. “‘Cause I’m right here.” 
Confused, you begin to look around the room, squinting into the flashing blue and purple lights that illuminate strangers’ faces, clothes, and bodies. Finally, your eyes land on a pair of big dress shoes standing inches away from the club entrance. Your eyes trail up their thick, muscular legs and broad, tall build to their red locks and handsome face frozen in a steely expression. 
Shit.
Kiri stands there with his arms crossed over his beefy chest, his lips pursed in a thin line…which means he isn’t happy. Fear and anxiety sober you, plunging you back into reality like Superman crashing headfirst into Earth as your six-foot-something boyfriend begins to walk toward you. People ogle in shock at him, snapping photos of Red Riot in the club for NYE. But Kiri keeps his eyes locked on you, the hot red of his irises stirring something inside of you. You already know what is in store for you tonight…or do you? 
Finally, he stops in front of you, inches away from you. You drop your phone from your ear, stunned. You can’t speak. Words evade you. The corner of Kiri’s mouth turns up into a knowing smirk. “What’s the matter, mama?” he asks, condescending and smug. “Ya look like you just see a ghost.” 
“Y-You’re here,” you squeak. 
“And you’re in very deep shit,” he replies without missing a beat. “You and that other brat. Where is she, anyway?” Before you can even utter a breath, Mina is dancing up to you with her curls sweated out and her cheeks flushed from dancing. “Y/N!” she laughs, waving her phone at you. ”Slipknot just gave me his number! I can’t wait to see the looks on the boys’ faces when I—“ 
Her smile instantly fades when she sees Kiri standing there glaring at her. The situation only goes from worse to worser when suddenly, your phones are snatched from your hands as if out of thin air….but not thin air. From two translucent shots of tape that can stick to anything it wants because of how strong the user is.
“Busted!” Sero cackles, snatching your phones away and pocketing them in his suit. He, too, looks very irritated, but also more excited for tonight’s plans than Kiri does. “Now let’s get you two sluts home where you belong.” 
You can see flashes of cell phones snapping pics and videos of your private situation, making embarrassment flood inside of you. Mina stands next to you, her head bowed and her lips wobbling nervously. “Boys,” you begin. Like a flash of light, Kiri and Sero’s expressions grow darker and firmer, their eyes flashing with a hot wildfire. “Who?” they question. 
You swallow hard and look around, noticing the eyes and the whispers. You know that people can barely hear over you the music, but God, if this isn’t humiliating! “Daddies,” you whimper, gripping your clutch so hard that your nails dig into it. “We’re sorry.” 
But your boys aren’t swayed. In the blink of an eye, Kiri is hiking you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Save it for the bedroom, mamas,” he sighs. “Now let’s go before Bakugou gets in here.”
Sero does the same to Mina, making her squeal once and then twice when his hand slaps her hard on the ass. “Wait!” she shouts. “Where’s Lizard and Slipknot?” You look around for the two pros too, now realizing that they are nowhere to be found. 
“Nowhere you need to worry your pretty head about,” Sero replies, walking in stride with Kiri through the club. “Only thing you need to worry ‘bout is us.” But as you pick your head up from Kiri’s shoulder, you see them: Lizard and Slipknot tied up in Sero’s tape in the corner of the club, sitting back to back.
You have no time to feel anything but humiliated as Kiri and Sero carry you and Mina through the throng of clubgoers who stare like you’re some exotic animals being hauled off to the zoo. You suppose that this is what you deserve. Pissing your boyfriends just for good sex? Only the brattiest bitch alive does that! 
Finally, outside in the bitter winter cold, Kiri and Sero lower you and Mina onto your feet and hand you the fur coats that you left at the party. Bakugou’s sleek, black Range Rover sits in front of you along with your two other boyfriends in the front seat. The passenger window rolls down and your heart jumps at the sight of your other two partners.
“Got ‘em!” Denki joyfully hollers, smirking wickedly at you. Bakugou twists his head to glower at you and Mina, his look dripping with promises of endless torture. “Get your asses in the car now,” he demands, his tone not up for discussion. 
With your heads hung low, you and Mina crawl into the backseat of the Range Rover only for Kiri and Sero to crawl in behind you and force you both onto their laps just as the door closes and locks. You are trapped. Denki turns the volume to the music up just as Bakugou hits the gas, and the car zooms down the street away from the club. 
You have to grip the car door and Kiri’s thigh to keep from falling forward due to the speed. It feels like Bakugou is going about ninety, especially without a seatbelt. Kiri tuts as he squeezes you in his lap, your ass sitting perfectly on his cock. “You two just won’t learn. What are we gonna do with you?”  
The bass to the music pumps through your ears and shakes the windows just as Kiri snakes a hand down between your legs, hiking up the skirts of your gown. He begins to palm at your thighs, his calloused fingers snaking across your skin. You do your very best to keep your thighs closed, not wanting him to expose your secret. 
You turn to look at Mina who is sitting in Sero’s lap, biting her bottom lip as he presses sloppy kisses to her neck and plays with her tits outside of her dress. “You wanna explain yourselves?” he asks, sneaking a glance at you.
Before you can open your mouth, Bakugou hits the gas harder and the car accelerates down the highway, now going about one hundred. You would lurch forward and probably end up in the front seats if Kiri didn’t tighten his hold around your arm.
“Bakugou!” you shriek. “Please slow down!” The platinum blonde’s crimson eyes shift to yours in the rearview mirror, silencing you with the level of irritation in them. “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do in my car,” he growls. 
Kiri’s knee has begun to slide between your thighs, unfortunately rubbing against your pussy. The speed of Bakugou’s driving and the slight bumpiness of the street help to stimulate you against your boyfriend’s knee, no doubt staining it in your juices. Denki tosses an arm over the passenger’s seat to look back at you and gasps, a wicked smirk curling onto his lips. “Ohhh, I know why she wants you to slow down,” he giggles. “Just look down.” 
Kiri and Sero look down at you where, sure enough, a slight peek between the slit of your dress gives you away. “Jesus Christ,” Kiri hisses, ogling at your bare cunt rubbing against his knee. “No wonder your ass looked different from the back!” 
He turns to Mina who is now sitting with her legs forced open by Denki, her bare, pink pussy, freshly shaved and pierced with a tiny hoop, is on display. “No panties, babies?” Sero mockingly gasps. “Shiiiit, you two were askin’ to get fucked tonight by anyone, weren’t you?” He snakes a hand down to toy with Mina’s pussy, earning a soft moan in response. 
Kiri does the same, two of his digits slowly sliding along your slit and up to circle your clit. Your body tenses at the slight yet torturously pleasurable touch, all of your senses coming to life once you finally, finally, get your man’s hands on you. “N-No,” you whimper. “Never.”
Mina whines in agreement as Sero begins rubbing her clit, playing with the cute little clit piercing she has. Denki watches like the pervert he is, damn near having a nosebleed. 
“Then why the fuck were you in the club with those two extras like you were plannin’ on fuckin’ em, huh?” Bakugou snarls, gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turn white. “You tryna get a rise out of us? Because you’ve got it.” 
Kiri has begun to kiss your neck while he toys with your clit, so words evade you. It’s up to Mina to save your asses. Sero nibbles on her earlobe, continuing to play with her exposed cunt on his knee. “Open that mouth up, slut,” he growls. “Answer the question.”
Then one finger sinks inside, making her choke on a moan. “W-We just wanted to have some fun!” she whines. “W-We—oh, fuck!—we weren’t gonna fuck those guys, ‘Suki, we promise! We love you!” 
“So much,” you add, pathetically moaning as Kiri bounces his knee up against your cunt as Bakugou stops at the red light. “Well, you can show us how much when we get home,” the redhead hums, smiling almost wickedly at you and Mina. “You can prove it to us like we know you can.” 
He uses his other hand to pry your thighs apart, keeping one leg firmly spread away from your cunt as his fingers play away like one would with piano keys. You moan, your voice drowned out by the music and have the urge to grind your hips in Kiri’s lap. Your pussy is throbbing and gushing around nothing, desperate for more. 
But a sharp smack on the thigh stops you. “Ah-ah, puta,” Sero hisses at you, still fingering Mina. “No grinding. You just sit tight and don’t you dare try to touch that pussy either. This is what you fuckin’ get for your choices.” You whimper pathetically, doing your very best to keep your body still despite the rippling pleasure inside of you. 
“And if you two whores even think 'bout cumming now, you won't get to later,” Bakugou growls, glaring at you and Mina in the mirror. “Trust me: I’m not playing.”
You know he isn’t and that scares you…scares you because there is no telling what kind of torture he and the boys have in store for you until they finally make you cum. That could be all night or not at all. 
As soon as you get home to your beautiful and expensive penthouse, luckily not getting pulled over because of Bakugou’s reckless speeding and swerving, Sero and Kiri are carrying you and Mina across the threshold of your bedroom like brides. Once you’re there, the duo toss you and Mina onto the bed in your gowns, making you squeal as you soar through the air before landing on the soft, king-sized mattress underneath you. 
And there you and your girlfriend are, trapped in your own bedroom because of the four big, tall, and sexy pros that stand before you, surrounding you like predators. Their gazes are hot and lustful yet intimidating, promising you a night of endless punishment and possibly orgasms until you cry and beg them to stop. 
“Now don’t you two look adorable,” Denki coos and then taps his finger against his chin. “But somethin’ is missin’…” Bakugou snorts, crudely cupping his crotch where his cock has begun to harden and chub against his slacks. “It’s those damn dresses. Sluts don’t wear clothes, especially expensive ones.” 
The look in their eyes is damn near evil as they pounce on you and Mina, yanking down the zippers to your dresses and nearly breaking them just to get your dresses off as quickly as possible. You gasp as Bakugou yanks the gorgeous red number off of your body, leaving you in just your heels, the same as Mina. “Leave the heels on,” Sero hums, staring hungrily at your and Mina’s slender feet. “I like ‘em on.” 
“Mmm, me too,” Kiri hums, kneeling before Mina’s pretty feet in her strappy Louis Vuitton heels. 
A hiss whistles through the pink-haired pro’s teeth as Kiri begins kissing over her stomach and down her thighs, his big hands grasping her ass to hike her legs up. He tosses them over his broad shoulders as his pink lips cascade over her inner thighs, earning soft moans in response. He lifts his gaze to her, locking eyes. “You like my kisses here, Mina, baby?” he murmurs. 
Mina slowly nods, lips parted and panting, just as Denki kneels by her head on the bed. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers. The honey-blonde is now shirtless and just in his briefs, his hard cock chubbing against his Calvin Kleins. He produces a bottle of champagne from behind his back, grinning down at Mina. “You’ll like this too.” 
Pop! The cork of the champagne bottle pops off and Denki successfully catches the champagne fizz into his mouth before leaning down to transfer into into Mina’s mouth. You watch the two messily makeout as Kiri begins to dive into her pussy, gently nibbling on her pink pussy lips before his tongue drags across her clit.
Your watching is interrupted when you suddenly feel Sero’s mouth on your pussy, the cold metal of his piercing melting against your hot pussy lips. “Hope I ain’t interruptin’ you,” he teasingly murmurs against your mound. “You just looked too good, mamì.” 
You moan and writhe against the bed as your boyfriend lashes your pussy with his tongue, caressing your clit and your lips, sucking on each one before dragging his nose up to lightly brush against the needy button of your clit.
Beside you, Mina is caught in the rapture of pleasure as Kiri dribbles champagne onto her pussy and greedily sucks it up. Sero catches on and takes the bottle from him, pouring the fizzy alcohol onto your soft, wet cunt. You jump at the cold sensations of the liquid hitting your hot, sensitive skin, wetting you up. 
“Goddamn,” Sero sighs, his eyes hooded and dazed as he stares at your cunt dripping in champagne. “I swear this pussy was made for me.” He goes back to greedily sucking and lapping at the alcohol as he drinks in your pussy, making you nearly arch off of the bed.
Bakugou hovers over you now, his vermillion eyes drilling holes into yours. He is semi-naked, the same as Denki, each muscle rippling with veins and power. Your eyes indulge in his tattoos–one on his right pec, one on the left side of his neck, and the others trailing across each toned arm in sleeves. 
He smirks down at you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from the tent in his Armani briefs. “Ya like whatcha see, baby?” he murmurs. You nod, answering with a sweet moan as well when Sero swirls his tongue over your entrance, messily eating your pussy. “S’good,” he moans into you. “So fuckin’ good f’me.” Bakugou places a hand on your throat, forcing you to pay attention to him. “Tilt your head back for me.” 
You do as you’re told and he snatches the champagne bottle from Sero before taking a swig from it. He then places the bottle aside on the nightstand and leans down to press his lips to yours. The cold liquid pours out of his mouth and into yours, forcing you to swallow all that he gives you before his tongue caresses yours, swirling and dancing in the middle of a very messy, very sloppy kiss. 
When you suddenly feel Sero’s finger prying your asscheeks apart and the familiar, bulbous tip of a butt plug, you hurriedly pull away from Bakugou. The metal tip is cold against your asshole and though isn’t inside of you, your body reacts as if it is. “A-Ah!” you gasp. “Wait, don’t—“ 
“‘Wait, don’t’ nothing,” Bakugou growls, gripping your throat and briefly restricting your airwaves. “Whores like you don’t get a choice in this. Are you dumb?” He squints down at you like this is the first time he is realizing it.
Denki laughs, pinching Mina’s nipples while Kiri is still lapping, sucking, and slurping away, her heels pressed against his back muscles. “Obviously if she thought she was gonna get away with tonight.” Denki glances at Bakugou, mirth in his eyes. “They complained all night about the party, fellas. I think we should give ‘em somethin’ to really complain about.” 
The excited and greedy glow in your boyfriends’ eyes is the stuff of nightmares as you share a withered look with Mina. 
You can only wonder what the four pros have in store for you and your girlfriend for the rest of the night until the dawn of 2025 hits the skyline.
Will they bend you over and take turns filling you up with their cum until you’re begging them through tears to let you cum? Will they not fuck you at all and instead spend time between your thighs, eating your pussy until it’s falling off the bone and overly sensitive? Will they spank your ass until it’s coated in their handprints and force you to deepthroat them until you choke? 
None of these thoughts even come close to what they do to punish you and celebrate the coming of the new year. You come to know what true pain and suffering are when you and Mina are forced onto your hands and knees with your wrists and ankles tied in the sticky tape that Sero’s quirk produced for the occasion. “Now don’t move too much, mamìs,” he chuckled as he wrapped your ankles up. “This won’t come off even if ya squirm. Don’t want you hurtin’ yourselves before we have any fun.” 
But that isn’t even the worst of it. All four of your boyfriends make it a point to strip buck naked in front of you and Mina’s excited eyes, each article of clothing falling to the floor making arousal stir inside of you. Your wide pupils glide over each vein in a hand or forearm; each muscle jumping under a thick thigh or a bicep; each patch of hair on their chests or on their toned lower bellies that are in need of some licking. 
Your eyes lower down, down, down to their bulges, each one different in size or shape but still the very things that you breathe for at this moment. Kiri notices your pitiful expression and coos at you, his hair tickling your face as he leans down to peck your lips.
“Is my baby feenin’ for somethin’?” he asks, his tone saccharine and almost mocking. You nod, leaning your cheek into his hand as he presses it against your face. “Well, that’s too bad,” he chuckles. “You’re gonna have to wait a little longer to get what you want, baby girl.” 
Somehow, Denki finds it funny to give both of your pretty, plump asses spanks that are sparked with electricity, causing painful sparks to pop against your skin with each fall of his merciless hand.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
He cackles like a madman while Bakugou and Kiri kneel behind you and Mina, both of them fucking your pussies with their tongues while rimming you with matching butt plugs, all slick with cherry-flavored warming lube. 
You feel tears cling to your lashes at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your hands writhing in the binds that Sero created for you, your ass shamelessly tossing back to fuck Bakugou’s face. “F-Fuck, ‘Suki, please!” you cry out, desperate to be released from the hold he has on you. 
“S-Shit, Kiri!” Mina whines beside you, only growing louder when Denki yanks her up by her hair. “Please, please go faster! Please–”
Her pleas are silenced when Denki pulls his briefs down with one hand and shoves his throbbing cock, flushed with arousal, into her unprepared mouth. He hisses at the contact, strands of his hair falling into his face. “Goddamn, Mina,” he groans. “You talk too fuckin’ much. Had to give your pretty mouth somethin’ else to do.” 
Sero hums in agreement, his own cock now throbbing and pulsing in front of your eyes. The sight of it makes you wetter, much to Bakugou’s enjoyment. “Want me to fuck your throat too, babes?” Sero asks, tilting your head up with two fingers under your chin. You silently nod, your mind too blank to reply with coherent words. 
With a moan, Sero slides his cock into your mouth just as Bakugou’s tongue rolls around your clit while your asshole clenches around the buttplug. All of your holes are played with as you sit on all fours between Sero’s body, hardened by years of training and hero work, and Bakugou’s wicked, pierced lips and tongue. “Fuck, mama, yes,” Sero hisses, his fingers digging into your hair, wrapping your braids around his fist. “Wanted to do this to you all night.” 
“Mmm-hmm,” Kiri moans into Mina’s pussy, pulling away with a wet, smacking sound. “Me too. I would’ve done it at the party though that wouldn’t have been too manly.”
His cute little response probes some giggles out of you and Mina, causing Sero and Denki to shudder at the vibrations that travel up the bases of their shafts. “Even your laughs are hot!” Denki groans, in full goon territory for his girls. “How the fuck are you both this fuckin’ sexy?” 
He and Sero each pull their cocks out of their mouths and hold them together, side by side, slick with your and Mina’s saliva and their balls heavy with unreleased cum. “Go on,” Denki sniggers. “Give us a kiss.”
You and Mina each lean over to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your boys’ cocks, moaning like you’re straight out of a porno…but that comes naturally since Bakugou and Kiri won’t let up behind you, tonguefucking your pussies until the both of your moans reach a crescendo. 
Mina pulls away from the sloppy makeout session and Denki’s cock to cry out in desperation, her pink curls bouncing around her face. “O-Oh, my God!” she whimpers. “I-I think I’m gonna–” 
“No, the fuck you’re not,” Bakugou growls, tearing himself away from your pussy to glare at the pink-haired girl. “You’re gonna wait ‘cause you didn’t get permission yet.” He swats you across the ass, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your core. “That goes for you too, slut. What, you think I can’t feel that pussy tightenin’ up?” 
You whimper pathetically as Sero taps his cockhead against your soft, wet lips, applying his own kind of stickier lipgloss to them, moaning at the feeling on his sensitive head. “I-I can’t—h-ha—help it, ‘Suki,” you stammer. “I-I….oh! I need to–”
Abruptly, you stop when you feel Bakugou’s cock slap against your wet pussy, making your jaw drop at the immense pleasure that the slight little thwack gives you. 
“Nah,” Bakugou huffs as Sero moans, still sliding his cock against Denki’s and your lips for some relief. “What you’re gonna do is cum all over my dick when I tell you to. You know why?”
He circles a hand around your throat, squeezing harder than he did before, as his lips ghost over your ear. “Because you’re mine,” he whispers. As soon as the last word is uttered, he is sliding that gorgeous cock inside of your soft, wet, velvety pussy, stretching you out in just the way you’ve been craving. 
From beside you, Mina lets out a high-pitched moan that is almost worthy of a Grammy when Kiri slides inside of her. You turn to watch him grasp her hips with his big hands, digging them so deep into her ass that he is surely leaving bruises, as his own hips begin to rock against her.
His cock plunges in and out of her cunt, his balls swinging between his muscular thighs, just as Denki inserts his cock back into her mouth. Mina looks so small between them, each of your boyfriends towering over her as they fuck each of her holes with a plug still plunged snuggly between her asscheeks. 
And then it’s your turn. Sero finally slides his cock into your mouth just as Bakugou begins to fuck you from behind, slamming his hips into your ass that bounces with each mind-blowing thrust. “Fuck, baby,” he grunts, using one hand to massage one of your drooping, gorgeous tits while the other toys with your ass, spanking it as much as he sees fit. “You fit me so perfectly. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” 
Kiri laughs, the sound like an aphrodisiac to your ears. “This one is too.” He nods down at Mina who is bouncing against his thick cock like a remote-controlled bunny, split between the buff redhead and Denki as he ruts into her mouth, cackling when her body thrashes at the feeling of his electric fingers tweaking her nipples and sending shockwaves throughout her body. “Think you good girls can cum for us soon?” Kiri pants, his handsome face flushed as red as his hair. 
You frantically nod while Mina whines in response, each of you unable to speak ‘the English’ right now. “Bakugou, quit hoggin’ her,” Sero angrily grunts, his hand laced in your scalp. “You’re not the only one who’s fuckin’ her. The hotheaded blonde looks at the black-haired pro like he just insulted him. “You’re lucky I’m even lettin’ you fuck her, dickhead,” he growls. “Just try to keep up.” 
Unfortunately for you, Sero can and he does. He and Bakugou fuck you between them like your body is going out of style, using your pussy and your mouth as much as they want and need. It doesn’t take long for Bakugou’s cock to stroke your insides and massage your G-spot so fucking well that you reach your first peak of the night. Bakugou feels you squeeze around his dick and grips your throat, massaging Sero’s cock down your throat in the process. 
“Give it to me, babe,” he demands, using his other hand to twist the plug inside of your asshole. “Cum for me. Show these extras how good of a girl you can be.” 
“You too, cutie pie,” Kiri coos, petting Mina’s ass the way she likes as he continues to rail her from behind. “Cum on that dick and be my good lil’ slut, hm? Don’t disappoint us now.”
Mina whines around Denki’s cock, spit dripping from her lips and all over the bedspread. You can’t help but stare at her as you feel pleasure ripple through you the more Bakugou fucks your cunt, making you see dozens of stars with your eyes wide open. 
When your orgasm hits, it hits you hard like a freight train or a villain’s punch. ​​Your eyes close and you see the entire galaxy, planets and all, as the first wave of total bliss hits you and submerges you in pleasure. Your pussy grips Bakugou tighter than a vice as you gush all over his cock, stroking and milking him of all that he is worth. Your voice is loud enough to worry the neighbors as you moan and cry around Sero’s cock, the sounds of your release as muffled as they can be during such an intense orgasm. 
Mina cums in unison with you, the both of you coming undone on your boyfriends’ cocks just as the clock hits midnight. As your sweet moans echo throughout the bedroom, filling the walls with the echoes of your pleasure, the sounds of distant cheering from the penthouses next door and fireworks popping somewhere in the distance explode from all around you. In your delirious mind, you think that these people are cheering because you were finally allowed to cum. 
“A-Ah, fuck!” Denki gasps, gripping Mina’s hair as Kiri grips her ass, pressing himself flush against her. “She just latched onto me tighter!” Sero breathlessly laughs, pressing his cock deeper down your throat as your lips tighten around the base, his balls flush against your chin. “So did this one. I bet they needed that.” 
“And I fuckin’ need it too.” Bakugou grips you tighter as he begins to slam his cock into you again and again, turning your cunt into silly putty around his throbbing length. Your mouth falls open at the sensations, the pleasure almost agonizing. Your pussy is so sensitive from the orgasm that it quivers and clenches around Bakugou who fucks you like he’s trying to fill you with his kids. 
“Not done,” he grunts, groping your tits and tweaking the sensitive peaks of your nipples. “Gotta fill you up first. Teach you a fuckin’ lesson about fuckin’ with me.”
Kiri begins to fuck Mina at the same breakneck pace, his big body mounting her tinier frame as he pistons his cock into her again and again. “Oh, fuck, this is gonna make me cum!” he warns, making Mina bounce on him like she’s on hydraulics. “You gonna take it, Mina, hm? Like a good lil’ slut?” 
“Yes!” Mina gasps, her moans and sobs of pleasure broken because of the speed Kiri is fucking her. “Yes, Daddy, I promise!” Denki quiets her down by slipping his cock back into her mouth, making sure he is nice and snug in her throat before thrusting in her face. “Don’t leave me out,” he groans. “I’m about to bust too.” 
“M-Me too.” Sero slips his big dick in your mouth, collecting saliva from your bottom lip before swishing it around the inside of your mouth with his cock. “‘Bout to fill this pretty neck up,” he pants, fucking your face like he would a toy. “You’re gonna be feelin’ all of this shit for days, mamìs.” 
You know that, and you couldn’t be more prepared to feel the rawness in your throat and the soreness in your muscles after this. You let your boyfriends use your body, see-sawing you between their cocks as they use and abuse your holes like they were made for them and them alone. Their rough fucking causes the bedsprings to bounce and creak below your bodies, no doubt signaling the neighbors below that you are, indeed, fucking. 
When your boyfriends’ moans begin to grow louder and more intense, you know that they are right at their peak. And so are you. Because your wrists are still tied, Bakugou has to reach down to rub your clit with his calloused fingers, quick and precise. “Cum with me,” he demands, his voice all in your ear. “Cum with me right fuckin’ now. Gimme another one, baby.” 
With a muffled whine, your second orgasm roils through you just as Bakugou’s body tenses and he stills. With a guttural moan of pleasure, he fills you up with his cum, flooding your insides with a week’s worth of nut. Sero cums too, spilling curses in Spanish as he slams into your throat with one final thrust. His spunk coats your tongue and spills down your throat, forcing you to take every ounce of it down your throat to your tummy. 
Beside you, Kiri and Denki’s moans are loud, unabashed, and extremely verbal as they get closer to their end. Chants of “M’gonna cum, m’gonna cum” and “Take it, baby” escape them as they finally fill Mina to the brim with their streams of spunk.
The pretty, pink pro takes it all as she shudders between them and thrashes against Kiri’s hips, her own orgasm taking control. Her eyes roll to the back of her head at the intensity of the orgasm, her long, doll-like lashes fanning across her cheeks as she closes her eyes at the bliss. 
“Oh, my God,” she sighs, her tone breathless and soft. “That was amazing.” 
“And you’re not done yet.” Bakugou slows his fast, rough thrusts down to a slow, gentler yet deeper pace, stroking your sensitive pussy walls. You feel like running from him at this point. “We’re not finished here yet, little girl,” he whispers, his voice low and raspier than usual. It makes your cunt throb around his pulsing cock, making the pleasure almost agonizing. “We’ve still got plenty of tonight to punish you little whores.” 
“And celebrate 2025,” Kiri chuckles, stroking Mina’s ass before giving it a firm, open-palmed smack. “I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than makin’ these cuties cum over and over again.” 
Bakugou presses his hand against your cheek, making you turn to look at him over your shoulder. With his hips still rolling sweetly against your ass, plunging his cock into the wet depths of your pussy over and over again, his hooded vermillion eyes lock with yours, daring you to not look away.
“You can handle that, can’t you, sweetness?” he asks, cheeks flushed and muscles clenched from the force it takes him to not cum. “You can go all night and take what we give you without question, right?” 
“Mmm-hmm,” Sero hums in agreement, sliding his cock out to wetly tap against your tongue. “After all, you and Pinkie still got some apologizing to do for earlier.”
He reaches over to give Mina a smack on her ass, making her moan against Denki’s balls that he’s got in her mouth. You stare up into Sero and Bakugou’s eyes, melting under their hot gazes. “Yes, Daddies,” you answer for both you and Mina. “We promise.” 
Mina tears her lips away from Denki’s balls as he strokes his cock in her face, ogling at the way her ass looks squished against Kiri’s toned lower abdomen. “Just please fuck us!” she whines, tears glittering across her thick, black lashes. “We promise we’ll be good girls for you, Daddies! Just don’t tease us!” 
The four pros smirk at each other, each one planning their own bullshit for their pretty little brats. Anything to force their babies to understand the error of their ways and take responsibility for their actions. Anything to make very sure that you understand that if you even look at another guy, you won’t be able to walk for days afterward. 
Fortunately for you and Mina, your private NYE celebration lasts for several hours where your boyfriends and Daddies put you in every position possible to fuck more of their cum into your holes.
After Bakugou’s cock, you get Sero’s and then Denki’s and then Kiri’s, each of them spreading you out and dicking you down the way they see fit. And then each one of them fills you up with their spunk or coats you in it, decorating your ass, tits, and face in their cream the same way they do their kisses and bruises. 
Finally, after what feels like all night, you and Mina lay on the bed, naked, exhausted, and covered in cum. You heavily pant next to each other, exhaustion taking over. Your makeup is destroyed, running mascara coating your cheeks, and your hair is a sexed-out mess. Both of your tinier frames twitch from your orgasms, your pussies leaking with spunk and your assholes clenched around the butt plugs still nestled in your asses. 
Your boyfriends kneel over you with their sweat-soaked muscles and flaccid cocks, watching their girlfriends tap out for the rest of the night. Supremely satisfied but absolutely winded and sore. Bakugou reaches down to grab both your and Mina’s chins in his rough hands, his crimson eyes intense and stern.
“So,” he rasps, “you two lil' bimbos gonna fuck around and act up like that again?” 
You and Mina share a soft-eyed, dazed, and cum-drunk look before you look back up into your man’s eyes. “No, Daddy,” you answer in unison. “We promise.” 
Until next New Year’s, at least. 
THE END.
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