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This is literally amazing. This deserves way more recognition and You deserve all the kisses in the world.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ i was there too wasn’t’ i?| satoru/suguru

SYNOPSIS: You, Suguru, and Satoru all meet up after a messy breakup, will you guys reconnect?

CONTENTS: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Choking, Toxic, Threesome, Thruple, All dating each other.

WC because it’s long: 3.3k

All three of you sat across the circle shaped table-distance from each other.

awkward.

You pick up the frappuccino you were drinking and take a sip. The atmosphere in the cafe was busy, and the smell of pastries filled your nose.

“Ahem!” Satoru says obnoxiously, picking up his mug filled with tea.

You and Suguru both roll your eyes, avoiding each other's gaze. Suguru slides down in his seat, spreading his legs and looking ahead of him.

“Why the fuck did you call us here?” Suguru says sitting up.

You all broke up with each other three months ago; yes, you three were basically a thruple. Went on dates with each other, fucked each other, and the whole ordeal

"I didn’t call any of you!” You yell out, slamming the plastic cup on the table.

Suguru scrunches his face in annoyance and disgust, leaning back in his seat.

“No one was talking to you, y/n, guess you haven’t changed,” he spits out, resting his arm on the armrest and avoiding your gaze.

Did I mention it was a messy breakup?

Satoru slides his mug on the table, leaning back and crossing his legs. "I didn’t call you guys either; I want nothing to do with either of you,” he says, rolling his eyes.

Suguru scoffs, resting his head on his hand, mumbling, “Right back at you.”

Satoru sits up, squinting his eyes. “The fuck you say?”

You sigh, sliding in your seat, ignoring the whole situation.

Suguru leans up, smirking, “You heard what the fuck I said.”

“Can you guys stop? You’re embarrassing.” You say with your face scrunched in disgust.

Satoru scoffs, leaning back and tapping his finger on the arm rest. This was bullshit. He could’ve been doing something more important than dealing with two motherfuckers who wasted two years of his life.

You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, and your head spins. Shoko is there with a bright smile on her face.

“Hey y/n," she says, rubbing your back. You scrunch your face, turning in her direction.

“So it was you?” Suguru spits out in annoyance; he was just as over it as the rest of you.

He couldn’t be bothered with any of you, not even Shoko.

Shoko tilts her head in confusion, stuffing one hand in her pocket. “What?”

Satoru rolls his eyes, sighing, “The one who sent the message, don’t act like you don’t know; it’s embarrassing, telling us to come.”

Shoko nods her head slowly, still not understanding what you guys meant. "Mmm, no? I didn’t even know you guys got back together.”

“We didn’t!” the three of you say in unison. You groan, fidgeting in your seat. Shoko rubs your back again before sliding her hand off.

"Well, I have to go; someone is waiting for me. Don’t kill each other.” She says walking off.

You quickly slide out of your seat, about to walk off. “She’s leaving, just like she always does," Satoru says.

You feel his glare pierce into you, along with Sugurus. The thing about this whole situation was that everyone was at fault.

Everyone was hated equally: Suguru hates you, you hate Satoru, Satoru hates Suguru, you hate Suguru, etc.

“Fuck off, you blue-eyed freak.” Satoru slides his chair back, jumping up.

"Wow, what a mature comeback!” Satoru yells, and you scoff, taking another step before Suguru grabs your jacket.

“Wait, everyone, just stop. We should all just talk, especially since no one wants to admit who texted who.”

At this point, everyone is staring at you guys, whispering. You didn’t want to, but he was right.

At the end of the day, neither of you got closure, so maybe this could fix that.

Satoru rolls his eyes, flopping back in his seat.

"Okay, but not here; people are staring.” you say as you take your bag off the seat you were sitting in.

Suguru slides out of his seat, sliding his wallet off the table. “We can do it at my place; I drove here.”

Satoru slides out of his seat, and the three of you begin walking towards his car. Satoru is walking next to Suguru, and you’re behind.

Both their hair got longer: Suguru's midback and Satoru’s near the middle of his neck. Suguru also got a new piercing, one in his lip, and Satoru’s style changed.

Tiny changes you thought to yourself, did you change?

You guys arrive at the car, and all of you get in. You blink your eyes and realize you’re in the backseat.

“Wait, why the hell am I in the back?” you say, scooting up to the both of them.

They both put on their seatbelts, and Satoru sighs dramatically, “Still whining; you really don’t change, huh?"

Suguru puts the car in reverse, putting his arm behind the passenger seat and hitting you in the nose.

“Ow!” you let out. He slips his hand back to the front once he’s out, and you slip back up.

“Also, it’s only been a few months; people don’t change automatically!” You yell in Satoru’s ear, and he takes his elbow, pushing you back, while Suguru ignores the two of you.

“Ugh! My point is, a breakup is supposed to make you realize your wrongdoings, yet you’re still the same.”

You sit back in your seat, sliding to the seat behind Satoru to avoid his eyes. You didn’t want to admit it, but his words hurt.

“Why are you guys acting like I'm the only one at fault?” You mumble out, resting your head on the window.

Suguru looks back at you, then back at the road. “It’s not; it’s also Satoru's." He says, You lift your head up, and Satoru snaps his head to Suguru with his eyebrow cocked.

“Fuck off! and it’s not yours?” He yells out. Suguru is still looking ahead. Jaw clenched, the car was filled with unresolved issues and tension you could cut with a knife.

“Never said it wasn’t.” He spits out, and Satoru groans, laying his head on the window, matching you.

After that, it stayed silent until you guys got to Suguru's apartment building. The walk inside was awkward; the elevator ride was awkward; everything was just dreadful.

Each of you step inside the apartment door one by one, you slip your shoes off, and walks to the couch throwing your bag down, flopping down.

Satoru slides off his jacket, throwing it on the bar stool in the kitchen. "Suguru, I'm surprised you can still afford this apartment after I stopped paying your rent.”

Suguru clenches his jaw and then his fist; he really knew how to get under his skin.

You stay silent, crossing your legs and leaning your head back against the soft couch. the couch, you guys—

“Okay, time to talk.” Suguru says sliding the coffee table to the side, replacing it with a chair from the kitchen.

Satoru flops down beside you, keeping the distance, like you were a nasty stain he didn’t want to touch.

“Where should we start?” You say, leaning forward, laying your hands on your lap.

Suguru leans forward, legs spread, with his hands clasped together and his fingers intertwined.

"Why did we break up maybe?” You nod slowly, looking over to Satoru, who’s looking back at you.

You guys would get into arguments every other day; that particular day, everyone’s emotions were on 10. There wasn’t a specific pin point.

There were "I hate you" flying around the room, “Run into traffic.” “Stop deflecting; you always do that shit!” “Fucking slut, you just fuck everyone, huh?"

Memories flood your mind of that rough argument, but not what started it.

An explosive argument they couldn’t explain even if they tried to.

Satoru shrugs his shoulder, leaning on the inside of the armrest. Suguru leans back, tapping his foot.

“Mm, well?” Suguru asks, scratching his forehead, one hand folded under him.

You tilt your head, peeking over to Satoru, staring at Suguru, practically drooling, his eyes glued to him.

You scrunch your face in disgust, looking away. Wait, where were they?

“What’s going on?” You ask sitting up. Your stomach dropped at the possibility. Were they really screwing behind your back?

Were you really that bad that they wanted nothing more to do with you?

Satoru and Suguru both look at you with their eyes squinted.

“What?” Satoru says, turning his body toward you and crossing his legs.

“What do you guys have going on?” You ask louder than the previous question, and your heart rate quickens as the palms get sweatier.

Suguru scoffs, looking out the big window beside him. "Nothing," he says, quick-witted.

"Satoru, you still want him, don’t you?” you ask, breathing out.

Satoru stays silent, rubbing his arm and turning his head. He opted out; he was aware you already knew.

Suguru looks at Satoru, then at you, your throat tightening. You wanted it to not hurt, but the truth was that it did.

Why not you? What did you lack? Why was everything falling on you? Why couldn’t they ache for you, look for you, and cry out for you? like they did for each other.

Your words can’t come out, and your breathing is limited. You had to let this go, though. Once you get your answer, you’re done with them.

They can fuck and be together; you wouldn’t care.

“We were toxic... That was the nail in the wood.” You breathe out, and there you go.

Suguru nods immediately upon hearing those words, “pretty much.”

Satoru stays silent, not saying anything; he didn’t see it; toxic was too harsh of a word.

Suguru looks at Satoru, cocking his eyebrow in annoyance and bouncing his legs up and down.

“What’s the problem?” he asks.

Satoru shrugs his shoulder, looking at you, then says, "I don’t see it... I have to disagree.”

You and Suguru both groan. Your vision focuses in front of you, then towards the side, looking at Satoru.

“May 5th, last year. that huge fight, remember?” you ask, uncrossing your legs. Satoru taps his chin, pondering and trying to remember.

"No, that doesn’t go in the oven!” You yell out, pushing Satoru out of the way, and Suguru slips past you, running a bowl under the running cold water spraying from the faucet.

"Fuck, what are you doing, Suguru?" Satoru yells, trying to stop the water from spraying everywhere.

Water is bursting from the broken faucet, water is spraying on the floor, the oven is overheating, and the garlic bread that was in there is now burned.

Suguru drops the bowl in the sink, sighing, "I'm not dealing with this shit.” He says this while walking over the water puddle that formed in the kitchen.

You cough from the smoke cocking your eyebrow. “The fuck? Are you leaving right now?” you ask as Satoru presses his hand against the spraying faucet.

“You see me physically walking, right?” Suguru asks in a condescending tone, walking towards his jacket in the living room.

Satoru groans, rolling his eyes, giving up on holding the faucet and letting it spray. You drop the pan you were previously holding, letting it fall to the floor.

“You know what? Fuck you, useless piece of shit.” you say, stomping away. Before you could walk all the way towards your bedroom, Satoru grabbed your arm.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop, let’s all just clean and calm down.” He says in a pleading voice, his grip on your arm tightening.

You snatch your arm away, scoffing, “Say that to the motherfucker who’s leaving; he always does this.”

Suguru groans, holding his head back. He hated this. Every disagreement, every argument, something was getting thrown in his face.

Suguru throws his jacket back on the couch, stomping to the kitchen and picking up the pan. “Fucking fine, fuck.”

You push past him, ignoring his words, “You’re a bitch, dude, seriously.” You spit out, bending down and opening the cabinet under the sink.

“The fuck you say?” Suguru says, tossing the pan on the counter and walking towards you, leaning down towards your level.

Satoru walks towards him, grabbing his arm; this doesn’t need to go any further.

“Stop, just leave it and help us," Satoru says in a soft, almost whispered voice. Suguru clenches his fists, stepping back.

You grab two small towels from under the sink and toss them on the floor, knowing they will get drenched.

Suguru walks over to where he tossed the pan, grabbing it and walking towards the sink. "I'm going to say this once, but watch your mouth, y/n.” his words spitting like venom.

Satoru groans to himself as he walks towards the sink, slipping through Suguru and covering the spraying water again.

You slip out of the kitchen, grabbing a bigger towel out of the hallway closet. “Or fucking what? Leave me alone," you spit out back.

"Hey!” Satoru shouts out, his voice booming throughout the apartment. You flinch at the sound of his voice staying silent; Suguru, on the other hand, does not.

"No, no, let her say her piece; let’s hear her bullshit.” Suguru says, turning towards Satoru.

Satoru scrunches his face up and says, "No! What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s over. Leave it.”

Suguru scoffs, balling his fist up, "Actually, no, let’s talk about you. Who was that on your phone?”

Your head spins as you slam the closet door unintentionally. "Huh?" You say, Suguru looks back to you, then to Satoru.

Satoru swallows, folding his arm against his chest. “We’re looking through each other's things now?"

Suguru slaps the countertop, walking closer towards him. “Since when did I not? You both know I check.”

Satoru begins to storm off before Suguru grabs his throat, pulling him back against his chest. Your eyes widen, storming over and gripping his wrist.

“Hey stop!” You yell out, Suguru, quickly let’s go pushing past you.

Satoru squirms in his seat, avoiding everyone's gaze. Oh yeah, "I guess," he mutters out.

Fighting wasn’t always like that, but when y’all did fight, it was hell.

“Can we just start being honest here? Satoru was manipulative.” you say, clasping your hands together.

Satoru turns his head to you at the speed of light and says, "What the hell?! Suguru was too violent.”

Suguru stands up quickly from the last word that was said “Hey! No I wasn’t.” Satoru stands up along with him, pointing towards you.

"Y/N literally just told a story of you choking me!" Suguru scoffs, folding his arms. He rolls his eyes at the accusation of him being violent.

You sigh, looking out the big window. Satoru looks at you with his lip perched up.

“Let’s not act like y/n is an angel either.” Satoru spits out, and you turn your head, standing up at the speed of light.

"I never said I was! If anything, you two make sure I never think I did anything wrong.”

Suguru scoffs, looking down at his feet, his hair falling forward. Satoru bursts out laughing, clapping his hands.

“Wow, you never stop playing victim, do you?” He says leaning on the arm of the couch.

That wasn’t true. You always lived up to what happened. Denying what happened would only make things worse.

“What do you want me to say? I manipulated you guys. choked y’all out? punched you? huh?” Your hands are clammy from the stress, your head is spinning, and tears start forming in your eyes.

Suguru picks his head up, looking at you, his gaze softening at the pathetic sight in front of him.

"I manipulated you guys, lied, and took my anger out on you guys; we all did it to each other.” Suguru says, the words slipping out of his mouth like butter, almost like he was waiting to say them.

The room is silent as the words float around. Suguru flops back into his seat, folding his hands in his lap. Satoru does the same, resting his elbow on the arm rest.

You sit back down, crossing your legs. He was right; that’s why everyone was silent. Everyone blamed each other for the things they were also doing to deflect and act like a better person, but you always knew you weren’t.

Your head begins to ache as more memories float in your head: Suguru screaming at you and Satoru, You degrading Suguru, Satoru spitting his venomous words at Suguru, you shaming Satoru—the same pattern.

"I love you guys.” Satoru says, and you and Suguru's heads turn towards him.

Satoru’s head is down, and he’s fidgeting with his hands. Those words hit you like a bus, your response clenched in your throat.

Suguru's palms get sweaty, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.

“It’s only been a few months; feelings just don’t go away.” he says

Your head shoots to Suguru, and you’re sending daggers his way. Satoru was always expressive, but for Suguru to spit that out was ridiculous.

“Are you serious? Why can’t you just say it back?” You say, balling your fists in anger. Satoru looks at you, then backs down, avoiding Suguru's gaze.

Suguru stares out the window, his fingers playing with each other. It’s not like he didn’t want to say it.

It was hard. What was going to happen when he said it back? It was never this hard before, but he knows he’s weak.

That look you gave him, those dreadful words that crawled out of Satoru’s mouth, he knew he would fall back into both sets of arms.

Maybe that’s what he wanted.

"I won’t deny it; I love you both too.” You say, staring into your lap.

Suguru looks at you, and Satoru looks back up, turning his head in your direction. Those words were always special coming from you.

The silence in the air seemed to be getting easier to breathe.

"I love you... y/n, satoru.” He breathes out, almost in a whisper, his chest clenched in ache.

How could you all go your separate ways after this? But was the relationship that was shattered repaired after this?

You burst into tears as tears slid down Satoru’s face. His words were stabbing through you like a rusty dagger, but it felt good.

You try to muffle your sobs but can't; memories of all the sweet things he would say to you both, touching you guys, reassuring nothing would happen, but now it doesn’t feel the same.

Pathetically crying over two men like this.

Suguru stands up, walking over to you both, kneeling in front of the couch. Grabbing your thigh, rubbing it, and doing the same to Satoru’s thigh.

His touch sent shivers down your spine, his thumb sliding over to your inner thigh with every swipe. You sniffle, slowly holding back your cries.

It felt so comforting under his touch.

Satoru looks over to you, reaching his arm out and rubbing yours. Your red eyes looking over at him as he slides closer to you.

Your body heats up from his touch. This was it; this was how it was supposed to be. You didn’t hate each other; you were all just hurt.

Hurt from the past, the rough touches, and the harsh words being thrown at each other.

You and Satoru’s eyes are glued to each other, his hand sliding down to your forearm. He leans closer, and your heart begins to beat out of your chest. Your throat is tightening, and the hand on your thigh, rubbing in comfort, is now sliding in between your inner thigh.

Your eyes shoot in the direction of the other hand, and it’s doing the same to Satoru's. Your eyes shoot back to Satoru’s, your cheeks heating in embarrassment.

This was far from the first time you guys have had sex, but you were so nervous and sweaty that you were sure you were going to slip out of the seat.

Satoru’s hand comes up to your neck. squeezing it and leaning in, he pecks your lips a couple of times to let you know what’s about to happen.

Fuck it.

You kiss back, his lips soft and sweet from the tea he was previously drinking. Sugurus hand pushes your leg open more, and you spread your other one out.

Your body is heating up faster than a house in the winter. You take your hand and place it on Satoru’s cheek. His kisses are getting sloppier; your eyes shoot to Suguru as he’s spreading Satoru’s legs.

He looks at you, sliding his hand further up. “Don’t focus on me; keep going.” his husky voice sliding through your ears.

You close your eyes, continuing to kiss Satoru, his other hand slipping down to his lap and lying on top of Sugurus.

“Just like that. Can you take your pants and underwear off for me? both of you.” Your heart is quickening at the question.

Satoru takes his hand off your neck, sliding his pants and underwear off with ease while still kissing you. You do the same, and Suguru slides your panties off your feet.

His fingers inch closer to your entrance, his rings occasionally sliding over your skin. He removes his hands, sticking two fingers in his mouth, then taking his other hand and spitting on it.

Suguru wraps his hand around Satoru’s dick and slides a finger inside you. You flinch at his touch and moan into Satoru’s mouth.

You can feel his sharp gaze on the both of you; it made you feel good.

Suguru slowly wraps his mouth around Satoru’s dick, his tongue swirling around. Satoru moans into your mouth as he takes his hand and wraps it back around your neck.

Suguru slides his other finger in slowly, your legs spreading further as the pleasure increases.

Satoru moans into your mouth as Suguru's tongue slides over his tip repeatedly.

The cold rings sliding in and out of you at a steady pace send shivers all through you. Satoru removes his mouth from yours, salvia coated around both of your mouths.

He’s staring you in the eyes like he’s ready to eat you whole. His mouth latches to your neck as he sucks, the sudden feeling causing you to moan.

Before he could continue, Satoru pulled away from you, moaning, “Fuck, I'm about to cum, stop.” he says, grabbing Suguru's hair.

Suguru shakes his head as Satoru’s dick is deep down his throat, spit dripping from his bottom lip.

He slips his fingers out of you, wrapping them around Satoru’s dick.

Satoru quickly replaces his fingers and slips them inside you. You couldn’t catch your breath and let out a soft moan.

His body is collapsing on you, and as his fingers still move into you, you take your hands and put them around him, sliding his shirt up.

He takes the hint and helps you remove his shirt. You grab the shirt, tossing it on the floor. You do the same to your shirt, sliding it off and tossing it.

His hips are moving, thrusting into Suguru's mouth, biting his lips, trying to muffle his moans.

You grin, leaning towards his ear, whispering, “It’s okay, keep going... cum in his mouth.” His body relaxes after those words.

His body releases along with his cum. You look down, staring at Suguru, taking his load, quickly swallowing. He detaches, pulling his dick out of his mouth, quickly taking his arm, and pulling him off the couch. As he gets up, his fingers slide out of you.

He pulls your arm up with him, and Suguru leads the way to his room. Once everyone is in, he quickly slams the door, latching onto you.

His lips are eager to eat yours as his hands travel all around your naked body. The two of you are kissing and walking towards the bed.

When the back of your thighs meets the end of the bed ,you sit, he detaches from your lips licking his his.

“Slide up and spread your legs.” He demands. You obey and hurriedly slide on the bed.

Satoru smirks and walks towards the bed, climbing on the bed, his mouth oozing at the site. His white hair messy and hanging in his face, Suguru behind him stripping off his clothes.

Satoru slowly inches closer to your center, taking his arms and wrapping them around your thighs, his fingertips digging in.

Suguru gets on the bed, placing both hands on Satoru’s ass and leaning forward. You both make eye contact, and his eyes are filled with lust.

Something you haven’t seen in a long time; you needed him.

Suguru leans off the bed to the nightstand and opens the little drawer under it. He pulls out a strip of condoms and lube.

Your eyes watch his every move intently. Satoru licks a long line down your slit, startling you. Your eyes dart down to him, staring at you with his tongue out, connecting to your core.

He takes a stripe of your clit, which instantly sends a sharp shiver down your spine.

Your hand grabbing his hair, your hips moving forward, and the headache you had earlier fading away. It’s been so long since either one of them touched you; you missed it and ached for it.

He takes one hand off your thigh, sliding it down to your core as his thumb presses your clit.

“Satoru!” You yell out, and he chuckles as he thrusts his tongue inside you, rubbing your clit at the same speed.

Your back arches at his touch, the wetness of his tongue feels you up, and his jaw moves up and down, taking you all in.

Suguru sticks the condom wrapper in his mouth, tearing it, pulling it out, and quickly sliding it on with ease. He tosses the wrapper on the floor and takes the lube bottle squeezing the cold wet liquid on his dick.

“Satoru, I'm going to stretch you out before I go in.” He says in a soft voice as he squeezes some out of his fingers, coating them all around, including his rings.

Satoru mutters a “mhm” as he’s still eating you, the sound vibrating off your core and making you squirm.

Suguru takes one finger, sliding it into Satoru. He moans into you, arching his back. Suguru slides his finger in and out before inserting another finger inside.

You watch as he does this biting your lower lip, trying to hold your moans. Suguru looks at you, smirking, and pulls his fingers out, gripping his ass.

"Im done, are you ready?” He asked Satoru, and he pulled away from you, his chin wet and glistening.

"Yeah, hurry," he pleads, his dick twitching with pre-cum dripping on the sheets. Suguru slowly slides himself inside, gripping the cheeks below him.

Satoru winces against you in the sharp pain, and Suguru takes himself all out, thrusting into him again with force.

“Fuck!!” Satoru cries out. You grip his hair, pulling him into you, and you roll your hips into him.

Suguru thrusts into Satoru harder each time, his licks getting slower and sloppier.

“Keep eating; I want to see her squirt all over the bed.” Suguru says, slapping the cheeks below him, causing Satoru to yell out from beneath him.

“Fuck!!! s... stop!” He says,going back to lick you, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a quickened pace.

He’s now pressing down into your core as Suguru slams into him, “Tell me how good she tastes.” Suguru demands as he rubs his rough hands on him.

Satoru’s eyes are fighting to keep from rolling. He tries to hold his head up, but the pleasure rising below him almost pop like fireworks.

"You... you taste so good, baby.” He says quickly, trying to get all the words out. His mouth latches back onto your core, sucking your clit, curving his finger inside of you and hitting your sweet spot.

“Ah! Satoru, I'm about to... You couldn’t finish your sentence; moans immediately fell out. He continues to tap that sweet spot, sucking your clit more aggressively.

There’s nothing but moans and skin slapping.

You take your hand, gripping your tits, and put your nipple between both your index finger and thumb finger, pinching it.

Pleasure rolling through you and rolling back out. You blink your eyes, looking down at Satoru; he’s leaning out, your wetness dripping off his chin.

That was a sight for sore eyes.

With his fingers pulling out of you, Suguru slams into him once more, causing his head to collapse on you.

“Fuck her," Suguru says. Your eyes widen, and Satoru turns his head, looking at him.

Suguru slides his hand to the front of Satoru, gripping his dick stroking it

"Fuck, okay, okay. Pass me a condom.”

Your eyes light up; you haven’t had sex in months, and knowing Satoru still knew where your sweet spots were, you knew he would fuck the daylights out of you.

Suguru grabs the condoms from the side of him, holding them out.

Satoru leans up, his chest against Sugurus. His hand still gripping his throbbing dick, sliding his thumb over his sticky tip.

Satoru rips open the wrapper, and your core starts to throb with anticipation.

Suguru removes his hand from his dick, grabbing his hips. Satoru slides the condom on, then grabs his dick, lining himself up with your core.

Suguru thrusts into Satoru, catching him off guard. He quickly slides himself into you, and you gasp with surprise and pleasure.

As Suguru continues to thrust into him, Satoru does the same. Your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing his jaw, his hands gripping your tits, and your other pressing into the mattress, holding himself up.

You clench around him as his dick inches closer to your sweet stop. Suguru is getting more aggressive with his thrusts. He throws his head back as he’s reaching his climax.

He’s gripping Satoru's cheeks more aggressively, and your fingers dig into his back. Your body is getting hotter, and the knot in your lower stomach is about to burst.

“ha… harder.” You breathe out, Suguru hears you, and he thrusts into Satoru harder, causing his body to slam into you, hitting your sweet spot like a magical button.

Your back arches and moans from everyone erupt, bouncing off the room walls. Satoru collapses into you, his head falling on your chest.

Suguru quickly pulls out, breathing hard. He gives the ass under him another hard smack before pulling Satoru up.

His eyes are blank, and there’s a trickle of drool on the side of his mouth.

“Let’s all wash up.” You nod mindlessly and still lay there. Suguru sighs, dropping Satoru back on the bed and walking towards you, picking you up.

After a couple of hours of you all washing each other and hydrating, you’re all in bed wearing the old clothes you and Satoru left before the whole breakup.

Suguru is in the center of the bed, lying down, as both of his hands wrap around you and Satoru, both of you on opposite sides.

"I'm so fucking exhausted.” Satoru says, rubbing his face against Suguru's chest. You reach your hand over, rubbing his face. He smiles at your touch, putting his hand over yours.

“We’re all together again.” Suguru says, breathing out with his eyes closed. You look up again, then back at Satoru, who’s looking back at you.

"I want it to stay like this," you say almost in a whisper. Satoru takes your hand from his face, intertwining your fingers with his.

“It’s going to stay like this. I love you both.” You smile, then look up at Suguru, who’s grinning.

"I love you," you both say back to Satoru in unison.

You smile to yourself, recalling how you all started dating.

You slide the blue notebook from your bag, laughing, “Won’t it be kind of weird to like... date each other.”

Suguru and Satoru both stare blankly at each other, then at you. "No," they say in unison.

You instantly drop your book, looking at them dumbfounded.

The three of you weren’t the whole “three peas in a pod thing.” You all were three different individuals who formed individual connections with each other and developed feelings; it was only natural.

The three of you loved each other equally, even if people didn’t believe that. You all had each other; that’s all that mattered.

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I know you just wrote that satosugu x black!reader fic like 3 hours ago and you said not to perceive it... But I did and it was real good and I need another one or a contiuation R E A L bad sis.

how dare you … but yes lol , gonna post more satosugu 2morrow , don’t really know what i wanna write but i want them to be a little mean , maybe even bullies idk , let me know if you have any suggestions 🤞🏾😘

#anon ❤️

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The Detriment of Our Origin

Sukuna X Black Reader

MDNI (18+) | slight angst, slight religious undertones, implied obsession, sukuna has a big dick, sukuna covers reader’s mouth , idk what this is

Part 1

Forever was never the goal.

Two lost souls met on the outskirts of sanity. Desperate for something to hold on to. Something to ground them.

You just wanted to feel.

Anything.

Pain was fine because it kept you in the present. Stopped you from floating into the cold vast darkness of your own mind— that was a dangerous place to be alone.

He could give you pain.

He was pain.

He was born to take , break and consume.

Ryomen took, broke, and consumed you.

Your soul flaked off bit by bit with the subtlest of caresses.

Actions that would’ve caused butterflies and coy smiles from any other man manifested in blazing desire and yearning that left you wrung out in the spaces between life and death.

The supple velvet of his plush lips proceeded the keen edge of the teeth that sunk into your flesh.

Razor-like nails carved patterns into your body, ornamenting you with his marks for all to see.

Sukuna never gave you anything. Why should he ? He is a god. Your god. He took what he wanted. He took your pleasure. He stole your desire.

Each orgasms was forcefully extracted by the unmerciful roll of his hips against your core. Those punctuated thrusts that burrowed impossibly deep—so deep that your quaked and spasmed.

His hands were everywhere. On your breasts. In your hair. Over your mouth. Curled into the sheets. He was everywhere. He is everything.

Sukuna would lean back to watch where the two of you connected, loving the evidence of your arousal coating his cock like snow in a winter field. It made him want to fuck into you harder. Just to hear the carnal squelch of your soaked cunt. Poor hole weakly submitting to an intrusion that was much too big and much too rough.

His strokes were sinister.

Each thrust angled to attack that gummy spot that drew choked sobs and hoarse cries from your throat.

He loved you like this. An angel crying for the devil

#was in a mood #the inside of my mind is a mixture of darkness and unicorns #jjk angst #jjk smut #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x black reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna thirst #sukuna #sukuna angst #jjk x black reader #sukuna smut

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(18+) NSFW CONTENT | MDNI

*gets on soapbox

I just want my mean Stepbrother!Sukuna to call me a “nasty bitch” while he’s fucking me raw, balls deep in my ass, cause he knows he’s gonna cum inside and doesn’t want to get me pregnant. So he’s just slamming me down onto his cock as my rim squeezes around him and I’m screaming like he’s trying to kill me. (Kill me with ✨cock✨) Chuckling when he wraps my braid around his hand to yank my head back and spit in my mouth. Then he squeezes my jaw and tells me to “hold it” while he balances on his feet for more leverage and fucks me into oblivion.

*gets off soapbox and heads to therapy

🚪🚶🏾‍♀️

#sukuna thirst #sukuna x reader #sukuna x black reader #jjk x black reader #ryomen sukuna

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A Night In - Black Reader x Yuuji Itadori

TW! AU, manipulative reader, kinda toxic reader , yandere reader if you squint, yuuji wants to hang out with his friends but reader is sad ☹️, oral (m) receiving , vaginal sex

Bringing that sweet persona full force you fall to your knees between his spread legs and bite your lip. Meekly gazing up at him with doe eyes and a pout. He always looks so good from this angle—towering over you like a god. Big muscles and powerful hands that could end you in an instant but the puppy like trance that befalls him as you present lets you know that he would never.

Who really has the power here ?

His shorts lay discarded in the corner. Thick cords of muscle flex and ripple under the slow drag of your nails on his flesh. His breath hitches as you pepper sweet kisses up his toned thighs. Leisurely, you suck at the skin. Painting the canvas with darkened marks of passion. Yuuji moans lustfully, placing a hand and cupping your cheek to which you meet with a kiss on his palm. You love his hands. They’re so strong and beautiful. Those hands have helped bring peace and justice to world and normally you’d spend time servicing them deep in your throat but there’s something heavier that’ll settle against your tongue tonight. The object of your desire lies between his thighs too heavy to stand. Thick veins circle the girthy appendage with a purpling mushroom tip leaking pre. On instinct your tongue darts out and you can’t help the lascivious moan that tumbled in your chest. Yuuji’s brows furrow and his perfect lips part slightly revealing sparkling white, and deadly sharp, teeth. God he looks so beautiful—if you could stare at him all day you would but right now you have a job to do. One long strip from the base of his cock to his engorged tip has him rutting forward and whimpering your name. He hisses in pain laced pleasure when your nails break the skin of his thighs at the same time your wet cavern engulfs him.

Yuuji melts into the sofa , literal putty in your hands as you Bob your head on the top half of his member. Your tongue swirls around his dick, spelling your name as if an enchantment. A low grow bubbles from his chest and you dare a glance at his face. Stray strands have fallen in his face, stuck to the beads of sweat forming. His lip is bruised with trickles of blood spilling in the corner from how hard he’d been biting them. God—he’s captivating. Deeper. Deeper. You urge yourself. Swallowing more and more of his massive length while your fondle his balls and dare let you fingers graze past his perineum. He jolts at the feeling but that’s for another time. You suck hard. Swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling off with a pop to spit the mixture of saliva and precum before shoving the entirety of it down your throat. Saliva drips down his heavy balls and you feel them throbbing in your hand a tell tale sign that he’s close to cumming. He does his best to warn. A strained “b-baby”, and a garbled cry of your name is all he manages before spilling his seed in your mouth. Allowing him no time to recover you pull up and sink down his fat cock. The painful stretch of it bullying into your unprepped pussy almost made you scream but you wouldn’t dare spill the liquid delight resting on your tongue. Big hands grip your cheeks slamming your pelvises together. You tangle your fingers into red strands as you pull him into a cum filled kiss. He moans at the taste , swallowing his own seed like a debauched whore. You’re so close now. The delicious curve of his cock is nestled in your womb and every twitch sends shockwaves to your gspot. Yuuji is babbling affirmations of love and praise beneath you but your too far gone to hear him. Instead you focus on the feeling of his silky strands between your feelings and his dick rubbing against your velveteen walls as you cum. He joins your climax— shooting ropes of cum until you’re both left spent and panting.

Who doesn’t like a good night in ?

#itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #itadori smut #itadori x black!reader #itadori x reader #jjk yuuji #yuuji x reader #yuuji x black reader #jjk smut #jjk x black reader

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🤞🏾

step brother choso who bullies his fat cock into that tight space between your thighs since you're being so selfish with your tight little virgin cunt.

"can i please put it in tonight?" he murmurs against your neck, grinding his hard cock along your thigh, smearing pre against it.

"w-what no!" you exclaim quietly, pulling back to look at him. "we cant... we cant do that" its the way you say that, that has dick twitching against your warm skin.

that being him putting his dick inside of you, something you refuse to do because technically the two of you are 'siblings' and that's 'wrong' despite having done almost everything else in the past six months since you and your mom moved in with them.

it started off with small, lingering glances that turned into sneaking in kisses whenever the two of you were alone.

it didnt take much to get you on your knees with his dick halfway down your throat.

then it was the other way around, choso on his knees this time with you hanging off the edge of the couch, your panties pushed to the side as he laps at your cunt hungrily. sucking and slurping down your slick as you bite down on the side of your cheek to keep from moaning loudly, painfully aware that both of your parents are just a few feet down the hall, sleeping.

but after all this time you still haven't let him sink his dick into your warm wet walls. he doesn't really understand why you wont let him fuck you when you have no problem riding his tongue until you're sobbing from the overstimulation.

he doesnt understand why you're still trying to put on this innocent front when your around him.

the way you try to come off as this sweet innocent angel, but he knows your anything but from the way you sinfully drop to your knees the second he walks through the front door.

"mom and dad are gone, said they wont be back until late" you'd tell him as you begin undoing his belt "i thought we could play"

the way you look up at him through your lashes as you lap at the precome that leaks from the tip has him groaning, hands finding the back of your head and forcing you down further on his length.

the way you take him down your throat so easily tells him all he needs to know about just how innocent you are.

you're far from the sweet girl you want everyone to think you are when you're sticking your tongue out when he's close, wordlessly telling him to paint your face white with his release.

there's no way you could be innocent when you sneak into his room in the middle of the night wearing nothing but an oversized shirt—his shirt, and begin grinding your bare cunt against his thigh, not caring about waking him up when you're soo close, having played with your clit until you were just barely hanging onto the edge.

the way your rest your head against his thigh, panting and gasping for air as you ride out your orgasm, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed as you meet his hungry piercing gaze.

or when you're sitting in his lap, legs spread and your pretty pussy on display for him as he stuffs his fingers into one by one until your taking three of his long digits inside of you.

"i wont even put it all the way in, just the tip." he pleads "just need to feel you wrapped around me" his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking on the nub making you moan softly.

"o-okay... but just the tip" you say after a few minutes. choso smiles against your chest.

finally.

you’re still stretched from earlier when he made you cum on his fingers, and wet enough from his mouth wrapped around your sensitive nipples that he’s able to push in easily.

you mewl as his fat tip stretches you out, eyes fluttering shut when he pulls all the way out and pushes in once again.

“fuck— so fucking tight” he has to force himself not to force himself in to the hilt, wanting the feel the way your walls swallow his entire length.

the two of you sit like that for a couple of minutes, both of you enjoying the feeling of his tip being encased in your warm cunt.

but it doesn’t take long before it’s not enough, you want to feel him deeper, want him to fuck you like he does with his fingers, fast and hard until your cumming around him the same way you always do.

“m-more” you whine, circling your hips and gasping when more of his cock slides into your pussy. “need more choso”

“yeah?” He questions against your chest, “want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”

a broken sob falls from your parted lips when he thrusts the rest of his dick inside of you in one swift motion.

he immediately covers your mouth with his, swallowing the loud moans that were sure to follow as he begins thrusting in and out of you slowly, letting you get use to the feeling of his fat cock stretching you out.

his strokes are rough and deep and you’re pretty sure you can feel him in your stomach.

“s’too big” you gasp when he pushes down on the bulge in your tummy, tears flood your lash line from the intense pleasure.

“shit—keep squeezing me like that I'll.. fuckkk-- i'm gonna cum"

the lewd words are purred directly into your ear, sending a jolt of arousal to your core.

your nails are clawing at his back as he pounds into you, toes curling as you get closer and closer to your release.

"m'close" you warn, and he immediately presses his lips to yours, knowing how loud you can get when you cum.

"come on pretty girl, wanna feel you cum on my cock"

your walls clench around him tightly, legs shaking as you cum hard around his cock.

"shittt" he groans as he comes inside of you. he pulls out and watches as his warm seed begins to drip from your abused hole before pushing it right back in as he fucks the both of you into overstimulation.

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Sharing is Caring

MDNI(18+)| Poly!GojoGeto, Fem!Reader, Black!Reader, Chubby!Reader, Boys Kiss, Fingering, Oral, They're a little mean, dubcon ?, gojo and reader have been drinking, geto is also a little sleepy, idk, What PLot ?,

You were a lot more confident with the cheers of your friends spurring you on as you brought over the drink to the handsome man at the bar. The liquid courage coursing through your veins aided in the honeyed smile that adorned your features while you gave your name, to which he replied “Gojo Satoru” with a wink before downing the gifted shot and encouraging you to do the same. The cerulean inferno of his gaze catalyzing the burning liquid that spread warmth through your limbs. But, now after a night of suggestive conversation and slow grinding on the dance floor, you’re starting to wonder if you bit off more than you could chew.

“You taking me home then, pretty?” he smirks, pockets shoved casually in his pockets as he leans against the bar. You did tell him initially that you planned on making him “yours” that night, albeit awkward and you stuttered half of the sentence, but he liked it. The “good girl gone bad” thing worked for you, and he thanked God for giving you such a supportive friend group. You gulped, straightening stiffly to pull at the black skirt that had crept up your luscious thighs all night. “Of c-course. Follow me” you cursed yourself inwardly, but the cloudy haze of alcohol and arousal dulled most of your embarrassment.

The ride to his place was agonizing. He barely spoke, opting to hum a bluesy tune while looking out of the window. Gojo kept his hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh there. He couldn’t wait to mark them up properly.

On the elevator his demeanor changed completely. He went from relaxed and charming to imposing and seductive. Your back against the wall, bodies pressed together—Gojo licked across your jaw both hands on your ass cheeks as he rocked you against his thigh.

“Got me all worked up, baby. Treated me nice” he groaned after one particularly salacious moan. “What was it that you said? ‘I’m on you real bad. You my man now.’ You said that right?” Satoru laughed at your frustrated whines. Shaking his head, his lips slotted back against yours, tongue easily dominating the cavern. He smelled sweet in the best way. Like a decadent vanilla with a layer of something much deeper and darker.

The elevator chimed and he pulled away, opting to hold your hand instead of your ass.

A singular door was positioned on the opposite side of the short hallway. A penthouse. You thought, impressed that you were able to snag a not only incredibly attractive but also seemingly wealthy hookup on your first night out in a very long time.

Gojo knocked loudly on the door, confusing you, but as if reading your mind he squeezed your hand and smirked. “i-uh forgot my keys… yeah, I forgot my keys” he chuckled smoothly, “Sugu will let us in”.

As if on cue, the locking mechanism clicked, and the door opened revealing “Sugu” in his shirtless glory. Gojo was strikingly gorgeous, with prominent features that drew attention with ease, but his friend was a more “subtle beauty”. The type that you’d miss if you weren’t paying attention but when you actually saw them, your jaw would be on the floor. He pouted sleepily, a look that seemed almost silly on such a sexy man, rubbing his eyes and looking between the two of you.

“Toru, what are you—” he was cut off by Gojo smashing their lips together. The dark-haired man eyes widened comically but he didn’t pull away which drew a pleased groan from Gojo. He looked at you curiously, eyes glazing over your body and pausing on your cleavage and exposed midsection. You were thick—just their type. With a gorgeous face to match. The gears started to turn in his mind as Satoru’s tongue washed away the last remnants of sleep. He pulled away, smiling sweetly. “Hello” he murmured, wiping a mixture of saliva and gloss from the corner of his mouth. The man took Satoru’s face in his hand and forced his thumb inside. The other moaned around the digit, swirling his tongue while maintaining contact with the dark eyes in front of him.

“Sugu” cursed under his breath as Gojo bobbed on his finger but turned to you with a roguish smile. “And you are?” he purred, voice laced with saccharine arousal and interest.

Going. You’ll be going. Because whatever this is, it’s clearly more than you bargained for. You try to pull away but Gojo’s grip on your hand tightens. He pulls the finger from his mouth and frowns. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Tryin’ to leave us already?”

US! Us. Us? The idea of an “us” with two of the most beautiful men that you’ve ever seen is intriguing, but you can barely wrap your head around having sex with one stranger. Let alone two.

“i-i” you stammered, breathing heavily when Gojo pulled you closer to them. “you-you, what?” The white-haired man laughed loudly, pressing your body between them. “Don’t get shy now, baby. You had some big talk back at the club. I figured I might need the extra help”. He turned your body to face the other man while pressing into you from behind. His hardness grazed your lower back, and you whimpered at the thickness.

“Gojo, I don’t understand”, you paused, breathless from the feeling of his hardened cock rutting against you. “I thought we were … who is this?” The ravenette chucked darkly, dropping his hand to grab yours and bring it to his lips. “Geto Suguru. It’s a pleasure”. The way he spoke the word did dangerous things to your pussy.

“Sugu’s my best friend, Y/N. We share everything”. His voice drops, ‘And tonight we’re going to share you”.

…

A rush of heat pooled in your cheeks and between your thighs, as you listened to Satoru recount the details of your evening to a very intrigued Suguru. All the lewd comments made during your alcohol induced stupor. He mimicked all the sweet noises you made on the dance floor when he touched you. Mentioned how you squirmed in the car with anticipation. Exposed that you rode his knee in the elevator like a depraved whore.

“Had my cock all leaky” he whined dramatically, making Suguru snort.

It was embarrassing. Mortifying even. This wasn’t you. You didn’t do things like this. You’re not a whore. You tried to argue, but they ignored you. They spoke like you weren’t even there. Even with the dark-haired man’s fingers buried in your cunt.

Geto rested his chin casually over your shoulder, with you sitting between his spread legs on the sofa. His index and ring fingers pumped in and out and a snail like pace, occasionally scissoring and curling upwards to massage your gummy walls. The rough pad of his thumb circled your clit with a mixture of your own arousal and saliva.

He pushed your head down and made you spit on it before he even got started.

His free massaged your breasts roughly but avoided your nipples. There was no rush. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of your flesh spilling between your fingers. He wasn’t trying to make you cum. It seemed like he wanted the opposite. Every time he felt you tightening around his fingers, he’d pull out and offer them to Gojo who’d stop mid-sentence for a taste before continuing the conversation.

“That’s why I brought her to your place, Sugu. She was sooo confident that she could handle me. She seemed like such a big girl” Satoru grinned, placing extra emphasis on the last phrase. He knew it sounded condescending—that was the point. He wasn’t even planning on taking anyone home that night but you just served yourself up on a platter. So ready and willing.

Satoru kneeled between your spread legs, glasses pushed atop his head and a crooked smirk plastered on his face.

“You cryin’?”

That made Suguru’s cock throb. He released your breast to grip your chin, turning your head so that your eyes met his. Pure lust and desperation filled your orbs. It was a captivating sight. They’d barely done anything and you were already wrecked. Gojo had really outdone himself this time.

“Poor thing” he murmured sweetly against your lips. “Would like to cum, sweetheart?” All you could response was “please”. Begging over and over again for relief. It just wasn’t enough. You needed more.

Geto shushed you, “Calm down, baby. ‘Toru has what you need”. With a lewd squelch he removed his fingers and smeared the slick across your cheek. “Keep your eyes on him”. It was hard. Head cloudy with lust. All you saw was blue.

A wrecked sob fell from your throat when Gojo finally laid his hands on you. Blunt nails dug into your thighs to spread them impossibly wider. He bent down to lick at the sticky slick that clung to your pretty brown skin, and he whined at the taste. He needed more, this time biting down hard making you cry out.

“Somebody likes pain” Geto sung, taking both your nipples and twisting them between his calloused fingers.

Satoru hummed, more focused on the excessive amount of slick weeping from your pussy. Two fingers slid down your slit to spread your labia, he pushed them back up to press on your clit then he pulled down to shove them in your cunt in one fluid motion. His pouty lips attached to your little bundle, and he suckled while rolling his tongue in circles. He spelled his name on your cunny while his best friend slapped your breasts and sucked on your tongue.

It was all too much. Too fast. Your back arched deeply, eyes rolling to the back of your head and chest rising and falling rapidly. You bit down on Geto’s lip, hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, yanking your head back to lick across your throat while you rolled your hips against Gojo’s face riding out your high.

The two men waited for you to come down for a few seconds. Kissing your face and stomach. Rubbing your legs and thighs. Praising and thanking you for doing such a job. And promising to reward you with two loads of cum in every one of your holes.

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Its been a minute. Im a lil rusty-- not proofread,

do not percieve me , i do not wish to be perceived.

lol

@xogabbiexo , @chaiiskindagross , @hentyehottie , @nasty-quillz , @plussizeficchick , @bookwormsenpai

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Was halfway through with Incubus!Professor!Nanami when it all got deleted. So ….. lol

#lol fml #what is life

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I-

i have no words.

i have no remorse.

i have no shame.

i have absolutely no fucking decency.

because THIS my friend…. this was the best fucking thing I’ve read in an EXTREMELY long time. Like like —

When he said “after he spread HIS legs for me” I shifted. I’m no longer apart of this orbit , beam me TF up Scotty.

@nasty-quillz i love your big brain

Keepin' It Sleazy: EraserMic NTR

AO3 Mirror

tags: NonCon, Forced Orgasm Yandere themes? Daddy Kink if you squint, Dirty Talk, Cuckolding, Cheating, Come Eating, Drinking

Summary: Shouta leaves you alone with a friend of his.

Shouta had come home from UA on a rare night he didn’t have to patrol. You had thought it’d be a cute night in, but Shouta was followed by one loud “Hizashi”, a red and green eyed man in a leather cropped jacket, a mesh shirt and leather pants and blonde hair cascading down his back. He’d strode in carrying around Strawberry Hennessy and a bag of other alcohol declaring tonight would be a night to remember.

Shouta calmly introduced you and you shyly introduced yourself, before excusing yourself to get snacks, so the men weren’t completely wasted at the end of the night. As you did you could hear the men from the living room of your apartment.

“Don’

“Geez Sho, you didn’t tell me your girl was so pretty. It’s a wonder you leave her at all.”

You felt the embarrassment creep up your neck, never quite sure on how to handle compliments.

“Mmph she is.” Unbeknownst to you, both men leered at your plump ass from behind, watching as you bent over in the fridge and the fat outline of your pussy could be made out.

Hizashi’s eyes went dark and he leaned over to whisper to his friend. “This the hot lil’ thing you been hidin’ from me for so long? I can understand why. Is her pussy and juicy as it looks?”

Hizashi watched Shouta reach down and squeeze his dick through his jumpsuit, grunting. “Juicier and everytime you make her cum, it gets louder.”

Hizashi let his eyes run over you, from top to bottom. Over delicious curves of brown skin exposed under booty shorts and a cropped tank top. Green and red eyes caught on pretty sparkling waist beads, before roving up to the way riotous curls shone under the warm lights of your apartment.

You were real pretty. Gorgeous actually. Hizashi was kinda jealous, Shouta had kept him away for so long, you seemed precious.

The blonde watched as you made your way out of the kitchen and were now setting the kotatsu up with shot glasses and alcohol, but only enough for two people.

Oh, that’s cute. She thinks she’s turning in for the night.

He throws Shouta a look and he catches on.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you put some music on for us.” Shouta’s pushed into your space whispering into your ear. His rough hands run up and down your sides. He knows what he’s doing too. Know when he touches you like that and speak in that low deep voice of his you’d melt right into him.

You feel the embarrassment as some stranger witnessed you go so soft under his affection, but comply. “Yes Baby.” As you scampered to find your speaker, he swatted your ass and you yelped, but kept going.

HIzashi whistled, “Damn look at it jiggle,” he muttered low. “Can't wait to make it do that.”

Shouta nodded and gestured for the other man to sit with a tilt of his head. They sat under the warmth of the table, while you found the bluetooth speaker. Rakiyah filled the room and Hizashi grinned. “Oooh I love this artist. Wonderful taste Honey.”

You awkwardly smile, ready to hide away in you and Shouta’s bedroom, while the two friends get drunk.

Shouta wasn’t letting that happen though. He had plans after all.

“Y/n, come here and keep ‘Zashi company, while I go shower and change.”

Before you can say anything Shouta is up and grabbing you with his Capture Weapon, before he plopped you down next to your guest. Then he’s gone.

Left speechless and nervous, you hesitantly look at Hizashi, now too close to keep up your awkward demeanor, without speaking, but having no idea on what to say.

Hizashi took that out of your hands though.

“Say Y/n, while Sho’s in the shower you wanna do shots with me?” He waved the Strawberry Henny around and you eyed in dubiously.

“I’m not a Hennessy typa girl, sorry.” The man’s attitude didn’t falter though.

“Aww but Shouta mentioned that you liked fruity things and how you were missing american alcohol, just a lil’ shot.” Red and green eyes stare at you pleadingly and there’s something behind them you can’t quite place, but you acquiesce.

“Fine, but it bet not taste like teen pregnancy and bad decisions.” You watched the man smirk as he poured you a shot and slid it over to you. You take a breath before knocking it back. It’s smooth as it goes down your throat but you feel the heat of it all the same.

“Oh w o w, what part of my body is gonna hit first?” you wondered to yourself.

Hizashi laughs, “Whaddya mean by that Honey?” He leered at you, subtly admiring the curves of your body. You don’t notice, too busy enjoying the warm feeling the alcohol puts over your senses, not realizing the man has poured you another drink until it's in front of you. “C’mon Sweetheart, Sho said you were a fun drinking buddy.”

You snorted as you reached out to take your drink. “Of course he would say that.” You knock the shot back this time, chasing that warm loose limbed feeling, before sliding it back over to Hizashi, gesturing for him to pour you another.

“Oh now you have to explain.” He grinned as he slid the shot back over to you. “You can’t just give me that and not explain.”

The alcohol caused a pleasant tingling thrum to start in your core, making you wet as you pressed your thighs together to ignore it. The relaxed feeling spread too making you feel…the best you could describe the sensation as mellow, before spreading warm and slow through your chest.

“Mmm all Alcohol feels different to different parts of the body.” She picks up the bottle, pouring more shots.The liquor relaxed you as you talked. Had you smiling softly at Hizashi as you waited for Shouta to return.

“Vodka hits the chest. Soju the legs. Tequila the head and legs. Rum…everywhere..” You were full on beaming at him, knocking back another shot. Hizashi was absolutely delighted.

“Oh yeah, Sweetheart? And what about Henny? Where has that hit you?” He leaned forward, smirking down at you. You giggled, trying to lean back on your hands only to slip. You fell back, laughing drunkenly, barely hearing Hizashi’s question.

“Hm?”

“Where,” he moved closer, half laying down casually next to you. “Does the Hennessy hit?” He looked into your eyes.

“My pussy!” you said as you giggled drunkenly at the man. “My pussy is thrumming!” You exclaimed not at all noticing the way the man’s hand moved to your thigh. You were too distracted thinking about Shouta. His broad shoulders and hairy chest.

His big rough hands holding her down as he fucked her deep and slow. His other hand gripping your throat, depriving you of air, as he gazed into brown eyes, enjoying the desperation in your eyes. Thinking about it made you wet. Made you so distracted that you barely noticed anything outside of the clenching muscles of you pussy.

That is until a rough hand dragged up you thigh to cup you through your shorts

Your breath hitched as you looked at the man reclined next to you. You went to move away, but Hizashi was faster. He pinned you to the ground, taking both wrists in one big hand. His smirks down at you and the look on his face is both horny and sinister.

Your hazy alcohol addled mind protested, while your body registered the sensation of being overpowered.

He looked down the length of your body to where his fingers cupped your sex. You wriggled clearly trying to get free, but gaining no purchase. He held eye contact, face intense, as he slipped his hand below the hem of your shorts.

Instantly you tried to fight harder, thrashing about harder, but to avail.

Hizashi’s fingers slid between slick folds slowly and you stopped moving. He suckedd his teeth as slowly let his fingers toy with your pussy.

“Oh Sweetheart, you weren’t bluffin’. All that Henny went straight to this pussy.” The smile he gave you was nasty. “Goddamn all this just from a few shots? His fingers sank deeper, invading and probing. Insistent in their exploration.

His fingers were big. Large like Shouta’s. Hell, larger even. They filled you so well, making your breath catch in your throat and your hands clutch at strong shoulders. He slowly stroked in and out of your twitching heat. His eyes never left your own as he violated your pussy. You turned your head away and gasped, not able to keep in distressed confused whimpers.

Or at least you tried to turn your head away, but Hizashi’s other hand grabbed you around your jaw and forced your head back around to meet his eyes. He looked irritated. “Ugh uh, Y/n. Look at me when I finger you pretty pussy..”

To emphasize his point he sank his fingers fully in you and then crooked them upward, The action pressed on something that made you scream as your back bowed off the floor. Pleasure zinged across your nerves and your nails clawed at Hizashi’s back through his fishnet shirt. “Fuck!” Your voice was shrill and frantic. Startled by the orgasm that the man forced out of you.

His grip on your jaw held firm as he watched you and started massaging the pads of his fingers in circular motions. He cooed at you as your body quaked under his and you let out incoherent sounds. “Oh so sweet Babygirl. Look at all that cream coating my fingers. You like being pinned down and played with, Y/n?”

You fought to shake your head vehemently. “N—No! I don’t want—Stop!”

But as much as that was true, it didn’t stop your cunt from slicking further. The stranger pinning you down knew how to work your pussy. His fingers stretched and fucked your pussy sloppy, making you moan shamefully between pleas of mercy.

You were enjoying the man forcing your pussy to give way to his fingers. Enjoyed Shouta’s friend sullying your body, as you told him no.

The look in his eyes was mean as he ignored you. “But you look so pretty down here Y/n. Quivering and creaming on my fingers.” He took time to draw out the last motion before dislodging his hand. Gooey white fluid covered it, a thick strand still connecting to your cunt. Bringing it up to his mouth he slurped your cream off his fingers, savoring the sweet taste of you.

With a soft pop, Hizashi freed his fingers and looked into shocked eyes. “Why are you so surprised, Baby. I know you’ve seen a man slurp up your juices. Shouta always talks about how good you taste.” He lets go of your face to caress it and let it run down your body, until he gets to where he’s lodged between your legs. He grabs hold with both hands and rips the thin fabric of your shorts.

You shake your head, not believing Shouta, would tell some stranger, how you like your pussy ate. Tell him how fast you fell apart on fingers and tongues for the man only to just be in the shower in the back of the apartment. Ignorant of how his friend was fingering his girlfriend on the floor of his living room.

You cried out, distressed, only to be further dismayed when he ripped your top right after. You were left bare to this stranger hovering over you, taking you in hungrily. He throws the scraps of clothing to the side, unconcerned.

“Shouta wasn’t lying when he’d said I love everything about your body.” Hizashi caressed your breasts, in both hands, pinched dark areolas cruelly, enjoying the cry you let out. His left hand slipped back to gushy folds, fingering your messy lips apart, and gently thumbing your clit. He watched you writhe and whine, trying to kick at him but with no success. The way thick digits roughly invaded your cunt left you delirious.

Hizashi deftly undid his belt and leather pants, freeing the hot heavy girth of his dick, of the confining pressure. He worked them low on trim hips and you stared as you laid eyes on the villain’s dick. It’s long in a way that you know would knock against your cervix, with enough force. The girth of it is something you know will stretch your abused pussy to its limits, head peeking ��out of its foreskin

It hung uncurved between Hizashi’s strong thighs, covered in pearlescent precum, and still leaking as he toyed with your pussy.

With the hand covered in your messy slick, Hizashi stroked his dick, reveling in how good it felt. He looked at your tear tracked face, noting how you ground into his touch.

Leaning down, Hizashi took one pert dark brown nipple in his mouth suckling on your breast, as he listened to you cry out and pleasured himself to the high of finally getting to taste your body.

You slapped his shoulder weakly, giving a horrible impression that you wanted him to stop. His mouth was on you and his hand toyed eagerly with your clit, making your pussy a gushy mess. You tried to hold onto the terrifying fact that Shouta could come out at any moment and see his friend slutting you out, but it just sent a thrill of terrible excitement through you.

The fact that you were being forced to service his friend, getting off on it when he trusted you? It was equal parts despicable and scorchingly hot to your addled brain, that didn’t want to focus too much on the morality of it.

You were so caught up in your emotional spiral, you were startled to feel the fat tip of his dick pushing at your entrance. The same time you noticed this was the same time the water in the shower stopped and you were overcome with panic and shame in equal measure.

“No Hizashi—Ah! No don’t—Ugh fuck! Don’t put it in, don’t want it pl—Please! No Shouta will—!” Your voice cut off in silent ecstasy as his heavy leaking dick slid home. The way it filled you was new and arousing and terrible.

Terrible, because as you lay there forced to take a man you don’t know’s dick, you realize that Shouta will never fill your pussy the way his friend can. The feeling was so blindingly good, you let out one long loud wanton moan, legs subconsciously wrapping around Hizashi’s waist, forcing him impossibly deeper and til the fat tip is pressed against the ring of your cervix.

Hizashi groaned low and hoarse as he detached from your tits. “Fucking Christ, Sweetheart. No wonder Shouta’s always late to my heists. I’d be late too if I had to choose between villainy or this perfect cunt.” He pulled out, making you moan, and sank back to the hilt, heavy balls slapping your ass. He repeated the motion, getting a feel for your gushy heat, until he built a slow heavy pace that made you weep as he fucked you to tears.

“Please H—Hizashi, Shouta will see, Take it out! I don’t want—!”

But Hizashi seemed to have enough of your water works. “Don’t want what? How hard you came from just my fucking fingers toying with your G-Spot? Shouta seeing how well you take villain dick?” Hizashi took hold of both your thighs, hold, bruising as he held you in place and thrust slowly into you, until your hips were flush together.

Looking down at you, smirking, before making his dick jump inside you. You whined low, overwhelmed by the sensation, but not too overwhelmed to notice what he said. “V-villain?!”

He smirked meanly at you, “Villain Babygirl. Our Shouta has been up to no good. Coming out with me at night, catching bodies, before he spreads those legs of his for me.” He started rolling his hips into your now. “Imagine my surprise when I asked him why he was late and he told me the pretty young thing he keeps at home jumped him, before our date!” His rhythm has built now.

His length pierced you over and over as he fucked into the juicy walls of your pussy, continuing his filthy monologue. “My favorite thing has to be when you send him to work with your pussy still dripping off his dick.” You feel how the thought makes him grow stiffer. “I can’t move fast enough to slurp you off him, you taste so sweet, Y/n.”

As he talked, his stroke got meaner. It was harsher that Shouta ever fucks you, making your toes curl and you’re mortified that comparison crossed your mind.

But it doesn’t stop the pleasure the man forced on you. The way his dick fills your pussy and batters against your walls. He resumed his attention to your tits, pressing them together with both hands and suckling fat dark nipples in his mouth.

The feeling made your pussy flutter around him and you couldn’t fight to keep your teary moan in. His hips picked up a sharp snapping pace for the angle he’s maintaining. Balls deep in your gushy cunt , titties in his mouth.

It’s so fucking good, the way he fucks you. It’s fucking overwhelming and you hate it. Shouta’s doesn’t fuck you like this. Mean and unforgiving. Relentless as he forces pleasure on you.

The thought makes you sob, sorrys falling from your lips as your chubby thighs wrapped tighter around Hizashi’s narrow hips and you buried soft brown hands in soft blond hair and encouraged him to suck harder.

You shuddered at the feeling of his mouth, hot and wet. Teeth biting lightly as he fucked you to orgasm. It hit you fast and dragged out, pulling sobs from your lips.

“I’m sorry Shouta, I’m so fucki—Ah Sorry!”

Hizashi bit your nipples, before pulling off. He viciously flicked them both as he smirked down at you. “Yeah Y/n? Go on, say why you’re sorry.” He put both hands on your hips and held you still as he attempted to beat your shit out the frame. “What happening that you’re so sorry for?” He fucked you harder, watching your cream froth out around his dick.

You squirm and squeal on his dick, “Getting violated by another m—man and liking I—it! Cuming on it! ”

Hizashi groaned as he fucked you deeper, head knocking into the spongy opening of your cervix. “Yeah Sweetheart, that’s it. Tell me how much you like it, is it better than Shouta?"

The question threw you into a guilty spiral. "H— Huh?"

Hizashi sucks his teeth. “Don’t give me that Y/n, I said is my dick,” he punctuated his words with slow deep thrusts into your pussy. Pulling out slowly, making your wall spasm and sinking in so deep it left you gasping for air. All while looking into tear filled eyes. “—better at making this nasty pussy cream?”

You whimpered at the man’s filthy words, wishing it didn’t turn you on. You try to gather your voice enough to beg the man off his question, ashamed of the answers. P—Please Hizashi,” you sobbed. “D—Don’t make me—Ah!”

Your pleas were cut off by the villain smacking your sticky swollen clit. The pain sent a sweet cresting pleasure through you. It made you clench around him. It felt so good you couldn’t help but moan.

“Look at you, lil unfaithful slut and can’t even admit it.” Hizashi teased you viciously. It’s okay, it’s not as if I don’t know the answer,” he said between the ecstatic pain of his clit spanking. “I mean I’ve seen how Shouta fucks you and you never fall apart pn his dick like this.”

What?

You looked at Hizashi, shuddering sobbing breaths escapied with each thrust and smack to your slick messy clit. “What do you m—mean you’ve see—Oh!” You’re back arched as the villain pinched you clit.

“Oh you don’t know, but one night before you moved in together, you came over and I was here.” He rhythm continued in earnest, dick nudging against that spot inside that made your toes curl and smacked your abused nub. “He wanted some dick after patrol, so I came over, but you also wanted some dick..

Low and behold you showed up with a needy lil’ look on your face and jumped on him. Got bent over the couch and fucked.” He leaned down to nip at your titties, before kissing up your chest and neck. Hizashi moaned, sucking and biting at your neck. “Lil’ did you know, Y/n, while Shouta fucked you, I was over in the kitchen, watching.”

You gasped, embarrassed shame and betrayed.

“Oh don’t look like that Sweetheart. I just couldn’t help myself, and Shouta never can tell me no. Besides, you looked so pretty together. You throwing this fat ass back on him,” He smacked a brown cheek, swearing at the way it rippled.

“And his drilling your shit, with my cum leaking out of his ass.” He laughed as tears filled your eyes, but your pussy spasmed around him. No matter the pain of Shouta’s cheating, the image being painted for you only served to turn you on more.

“Tell me Y/n, did you enjoy how much harder he fucked you, when I got tired of watching? When I spread hairy asscheeks and ate my cum out of his hole, did you enjoy the way his hips jack rabbited? How he couldn’t decide between burying that long pretty dick in this pussy, or giving me more space to sink my tongue in his ass?”

You shook your head in denial but the loud sound of your sex filled the living room. Hizashi’s stroke didn’t let up as he whispered filth and secrets at you, viciously satisfied at the look on your face and the way your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him.

Green and red eyes gained a sinister look, before he leaned down to kiss down your neck before he latched on to the squishy soft flesh of your breast and sucked a lurid bruise there.

Pulling away he eyed it, hips rolling to, fat tip of his dick hitting the spot deep inside that made your eyes cross. Deciding he liked it, he went to work sucking more of them into brown skin. Hizashi’s mouth edged around pretty deep brown areolas. Teeth and tongue licked, bit and sucked, sparking pleasure through your body.

You involuntarily arched up into his mouth, hating the fact that he knew how to make your body want his touch. But the meanness of his teeth and slickness of his tongue just pulled tear filled moans from your mouth, that you tried to smother.

Finally Hizashi pulled away and you both looked down to see dark purple red hickies encircling your areola. Hizashi smirked as he caught the shame in your eyes and hiked your legs up higher.

He hooked them over his shoulder, grunting as he sank more deeply into your pussy. “So fuckin’ perfect, Baby. So happy Shouta found you.” He grunted, through his pleasure, hands squeezing the squishy meat of your thigh. “Mmmph you take this dick so well. Can’t wait to share you with Shouta. Maybe he’ll like to eat my cum out of you”

His words are lost on you, as his dick plundered your cunt. He was so deep in you, it was overwhelming. “Hizashi—Hizashi please pull out! D—Don’t cum inside, Shouta’s gunna see. H—He’s gunna know,” You sobbed to the villain but he just ignores your cries.

“Shh Babydoll, be good and take my cum. Gonna cum deep in this pussy. Could knock you up. Make you pretty with our baby. Bet that would make Shouta hot. Watching you get fat with another man’s baby.” He muttered as his hips drove into you with uncompromising force, chasing the smothering heat between your legs.

His stroke was maddening. Brutal and inflaming, filling you and making you gush in ecstasy. Hizashi grabbed your chin and made you look in his eyes as he drew his thrusts out, purposely prolonging your fevered delirium. Red and green eyes took you in, salaciously.

Your eyes were red. Tears stained your face, but you were moaning. Crying in pleasure as your cunt cried on his dick. Your beautiful dark face tantalizing with tears and full lips opened is sobbing gasping cries.

You were magnificent.

Hizashi shuddered as he came. His hips jerked abruptly, rhythm thrown into chaos, before he buried his dick in you. Jet after jet of cum filled you. You felt each hot spurt dirty your abused violated hole and sobbed through your own pleasure.

Looking down you saw it ooze out around the thick appendage still twitching and cumming inside you. The sight mortified you, as your walls spasmed around him making him swear.

“Aww it’s okay, Y/n,” Hizashi reassured, voiced rough and wicked, lips planting kisses down your neck. We’re not done with you yet. Isn’t that right Shouta?”

Your heart seized in your chest, dread and shame filling your head in equal measure. Before you knew what was happening Hizashi was scooping you up, dick still lodged inside of you.

Being upright again so suddenly made you dizzy, but did nothing to make to soul crushing shame dissipate at the sight of your boyfriend, as you looked over your shoulder

Shouta Aizawa stood behind the couch, in nothing but a towel. Hair wet and clinging to his chest and shoulders, water trailing down his scarred chest and abdomen. His face was inscrutable of any reaction. He blinked slowly at you and you stared at him with tear stained eyes.

“Oh God S—Shouta it isn’t what it looks like,” came your teary reply. “H—He w—wouldn’t stop. I didn’t—But he made me—”

A sound cut you off. A sound that made your blood run cold.

Shouta’s dark laugh filled the living room.

“Made you what, Y/n? Cum your pretty brains out?” The look on his face was different now. It was darkly amused and the same lustful glint that was always there when he wanted to fuck you shined in the dark depths. He moved, closing the distance between you and with that movement you noticed something you failed to notice before.

Shouta’s dick was a thick long line pushing up against the pale towel around his waist.

As he approached, Hizashi pulled you off his dick. He jostled you around until you were facing your boyfriend. You came face to face with Shouta as he stopped in front of you. He had that mean little smirk on his face as he took in your slick bruised body

The rings of hickies around your nipples. The purpling bruises on your hips and thighs.

He licked his lips and stepped closer to thumb at the hickies encircling your areolas, sucking in a breath. “Oh you weren’t kind to Y/n at all, ‘Zashi.” He looks over your shoulder to his friend.

His hand ran down to your hips and overlapped over the marks the villain had left on you. You flinch at the pain, but Shouta doesn’t let you pull away. His hand slide down your thighs and he hoist you up. Your legs wrap around his waste and you whimper as you feel Hizashi’s cum, start to drip out of you.

The towel is knocked loose and your boyfriend is standing naked with you in his arms. His fingers deliberately dig harder into your bruises, making you cry as he kisses along your neck.

“Shh Sweetheart. Just toot that ass out for Hizashi. Shouldn’t be hard, you already gave it up to him once.” Shouta’s voice is mean and condescending. His lips press against your ear and his voice is low and dark. “What do you have to be modest about now? You’ve already gave it up.”

You shook your head in vehement denial, tears, tracking down your face. Between your legs your pussy oozed with the evidence of the man’s words, as it slid down your thighs and drips loudly onto the floor.

“Shouta no. I—I didn’t. He forced me—Forced me to take it. H—Held me d—down—” You voice broke off into a sob and Shouta cooed at you, before speaking to the blonde over your shoulder.

“Is that how it went? I could swear I heard something different from the bathroom.” His voice was a harsh rasp in your ear. “Isn’t that right Hizashi?”

“Hmm,” Hizashi’s voice rang in the other ear. “Yeah Baby. Y/n couldn’t even tell me you fucked her better that me.” The grin was evident in his tone, even without feeling it against her ear.

Shouta raises an eyebrow, “Is that right? Were you too dickmatized to even lie? Just couldn’t keep your sloppy pussy off his dick, Babygirl.” He tsked as he pressed you more firmly between them. You felt the fat tip of Hizashi nudged your lips again and began struggling , begging Shouta to let you go.

Both men sucked their teeth, before their hold on you tightened and they pressed you between them. “Just be good and relax, Y/n. You already let Hizashi fuck you once, what’s another round,” he said over you pleas.

Without a second thought Shouta impaled you on his boyfriend’s dick. You sobbed at the betrayal and the way pleasure seared across your nerves.

Large hands pressed you down on the villain’s girth until he was fully seated, and in your ear Hizashi groaned. “She feels so good inside, Shouta. How do you get anything done?” Shouta grunts in response and moves forward, to kiss the man over your shoulder.

You’re left to watch helplessly as the men kiss passionately as Hizashi begins to fuck you.

The sloppy gooey feeling of him fucking into his own cum, and your slick makes you cry in shame as you get wetter from the display in front of you. It seemed to spur the older men as they moaned into each other’s mouth and Shouta’s hands held you tighter, while Hizashi strokes you out.

You watched their kiss grow more sloppy and soon you couldn’t tell if the wet messy noises were from them or your pussy. They looked to be in utter bliss as they forced you to be apart of their fucked up coupling.

The pressure of the man’s dick, grinding in and out of you, was maddening. It felt so fucking good and wring at the same time. They were using you, forcing you. The sound of your sobbing turned them both on. You Hizashi twitch inside you and Shouta was leaking onto your plush labia.

You watch a pale hand sink into damp black tresses and feel another slick itself between your thighs, before it wraps around Shouta’s leaking dick. The tired man gasped, mouth falling open against Hizashi’s as he stroked his dick.

“Oh there you are, Shouta. You like that, Baby. Like me beating this pretty dick off, while you force your girlfriend to bounce up and down on my dick,” Hizashi said, hand cupping the scruffy man’s jaw. Shouta whimpered, open mouthed and desperate and Hizsashi smirked, before tongue fucking the Hero’s open mouth.

You turned your attention back from the men, to the messy display between your thighs. There was a creamy mess being dragged out on Hizashi’s length and dripping onto Shouta’s towel that had fallen off the man’s hip at some point. You watched the large hand work the man’s member, until his hand was tacky with it.

You watch Shouta’s abs contract as he shudders and moans, hips stuttering as he tries to catch onto Hizashi’s rhythm. “That’s my good boy Sho, donchu wanna paint our girl pretty?”

The whimper that left the man’s mouth is sharp and desperate and you’ve never heard it before. You shudder at the way it runs down your spine, arousing you. Shouta was never the submissive one when you had sex. You were always the one put on their knees, or tied up. Never leading the fun. But it looked like, with Hizashi, he was just as much of a pillow princess as you were. And he enjoyed it, if the way his hands were anything to go by with the way they were gripping your hips.

It was hot.

“Fuck Shouta.” You were looking at him in a different light, clearly in an ecstatic haze as you were used to. The men seem to pause at the sound of your whispered expletive. Their eyes turn to you and you can see the grin split Hizashi’s face.

“Well it looks like our baby likes seeing you like this. Does seeing Shouta fall apart turn you on, Sweetheart? Isn’t he he pretty?” At the end of his question he stroked the other man and you feel precum spurt onto you. You can’t bring yourself to answer and Hizashi tsked. “It’s ok, you’ll get to see what he looks like when you do it. C’mon Sho, move to the couch.”

Shouta whined as he pulled away but took the few steps backwards to fall into the couch.

Behind you Hizashi, pulls you off his twitching dick, to situate you both on the couch. He man handles you roughly, as he and Shouta overlap their legs and mercilessly impales you on his cock again.

You rested on your knees, facing your boyfriend, who’s hand moved swiftly along his leaking shaft. His eyes roved over your taut frame until he locked on where your pussy was making obscene noises around Hizashi. Dark eyes got hazy as his fist moved more quickly over himself.

You weren’t the only one to notice.

“Look at our Shouta. He loves watching me fuck you better than he ever could. Isn’t that right Baby?”

The AHero lets out the sluttiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Love getting cucked in his own home. He always did love to play like this,” the Villain whispers conspiratorially in your ear, looking at the other man all the while. “He used to save damsel in distress all the time.”

As Hizashi told you the story you noticed both him and Shouta getting more excited.

“When they’s fall over themselves to try and repay him, he’d point them in my direction. They’d be confused until, I had their pretty pussy gushing around my dick twenty minutes later and Shouta beating off to it, over their faces—Fuck!”

You pussy fluttered around him at the obscene realization. Upon realizing that Shouta had been taking advantage of vulnerable women just to watch his lil boyfriend slut them out in front of them.

And that you were one of them. The way Hizashi described was precisely how your boyfriend met you. But you hadn’t offered him anything in return. In fact you’d run away to get to work on time and after that the man kept popping up in your area.

It happened so often that eventually you went on a date to a cat cafe.

The rest was history.

“Yeah Babygirl, that’s right. You had our Shouta sprung. We fucked so many women wishing for a taste of you.”

The revelation was too much. Shouta had manipulated you. Stalked you. Set you up to be a pretty hole to fuck. Done it to countless women, no doubt. The knowledge of his perverse actions sent you into a new peel of sobbing pleasure.

“S—Shouta how could you! I—I thought you l—loved me!”

You were stuck between them as their plan came to fruition. As the villain forced himself into your cunt over and over, smacking at your clit and pinching your nipples and your boyfriend watched raptly, jerking off to it, moaning like a slut.

Lips kissed up your neck groaning. “None of that Y/n. Shouta does love you. That’s why he wanted to see us like this.” He takes your hands and forces you to wrap around Shouta’s precum-covered cock. “The two most important people in his life, like this,” he said, punctuating his words with a steady roll of his hip. “Look at his face, how much he loves your hand on him. Stroke him, Babygirl.”

He rasped all this into your eye, as he started stroking you out. His hips drilled into yours and his hand encouraged you to stroke the dick currently in your hand. The ecstasy being forced onto you couldn’t be denied and it caused psychological damage.

You pleaded with the men using you.

“Please I never wanted this! S—stop, don’t make me take it—”

“You’re a Hero! How do you live with yourself knowing you’ve forced this on me—Let a villain in to pin me down and— And—” You couldn’t even bring yourself to acknowledge how he betrayed you. Not over the trauma and way the man behind had your pussy creaming around his dick.

Besides, looking at Shouta. Your barrage of delirium and agony only made him chase his orgasm faster. He thrust frantically into your tight grip and whined. “S—shit Baby, love you like this. So fucking perfect, letting Hizashi slut your fuckin’ pussy out—” He cut himself off with a loud groan as strip after strip of cum spurted from his dick.

It landed hot and messy across your abdomen and face. Your titties and lips were stained with thick white cum, as he stroked until he emptied his sac. You were horrified watching him get off to your distress. Horrified and heart brokoken at the type of depraved individual you’d let into your heart.

As Shouta planted his mouth on your tits to lap up his own cum, you finally felt something in you shatter.

You couldn’t bring yourself to question your lover anymore. To try and figure out how he could do this to you. That couldn’t possibly bear thinking about now.

You were already used now.

Used by a villain as his personal fleshlight.

Used by your loving boyfriend as depraved live porno.

Used to give your men everything they wanted

You just let yourself feel.

Feel and revel in the way your deep brown nipples ache with the way the man sucks his cum off of them.

Feel as his lips press to you cum covered ones and feeds you his release. How sticky your lips are as he keeps kissing you.

Feel how Hizashi’s dick goes stiff and creampies your dirtied pussy again as he sees the filthy kiss you share with your lover. Hot hot and sloppy it makes your spasming walls when he roughly pinches your clit.

Feel all the tension go out of your body, as the older men slump against you and you slip into unconsciousness.

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Monkeys are cute 🫶🏾

It’s really people out here that don’t have piss kinks and I hate that for y’all 🫶🏾

Because Geto having you on his lap for hours, cockwarming him while he handles business and making you cream again and again from the sheer girth of him and him absentmindedly pinching and pulling your clit and him refusing to let you get up for anything and forcing you to piss all over his lap … yeah that’s top tier 🥺

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It’s really people out here that don’t have piss kinks and I hate that for y’all 🫶🏾

#♛♚|the king speaks #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto thirst #geto smut

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kinq-sleazee · 11 months

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Gojo will make you fall in love with him and then laugh in your face for being so stupid. He told you in the beginning that he wasn’t interested in anything serious, but missionary sex in a low lit room, one hand holding your knee against his shoulder and the other holding your jaw open to spit in your mouth … it does things to people. Mistakenly, you whimper, “i love you satoru” and it doesn’t surprise him; he knew that he’d fuck those words out of you sooner than later. He chuffs a breathy laugh and noses along the column of your neck.

“God—you’re weak”.

#♛♚|the king speaks #gojo satoru #gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader

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It’s been almost two months on this new account and I’ve already made it to 500 followers, yay ! I left my old blog when i had over just over 5,000 followers, but sometimes you just gotta start fresh !

Anywho , here is a list of my mutuals and favorite writers ❤️ Please be nice and support their work. Also if you want to read my older material, please go to @pervysenpaix , there’s tons of Bakugo stuff so be warned lmaooooo

Mutuals 🫶🏾 | Highly Recommend

@xogabbiexo

@plussizeficchick

@dirtydynamight

@thee-horny-thicky

@simp4irie

@chaichaiiskai

@mhathotfic

@bussyqueensblog

@hentyehottie

@tenyaiidasslut

@nasty-quillz

#♛♚|the king speaks #fanfic writing #fic rec #writer recs

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Lmao yep that’s me , small world 😭😭

What abt Piercer!Katsuki who sees that ur nips aren't hard enough so he helps u out by playing with them which turns into him sucking on them and his hand rubbing ur clit through ur underwear. And we cant forget Piercer!Kiri who has to thank you for distracting Katsuki for him because he was late. Thats how you end up between both men, legs and holes spread being fucked stupid.

A/N: i- I this took a turn. It's slightly different from what you requested and a little longer than expected but hey "When in Rome" right? I realized how long it was starting to get so I condensed the ending a bit. I hope you like it.

tw! dubcon ? [ i don't think so but it's questionable so just to be safe] , degrading , dumbification, mentions of blood (piercing), nipple play, spit-roasting, established KRBK, aged up characters

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

It was almost comical how sweet you looked sitting in the 90's grunge inspired lobby of HotRocks! Tattoo & Piercing Parlor, a joint venture between high school friends. Looking oh so cute in the in the oversized sweater that was tucked into a pleated pink skirt. Thigh-highs forming indentions on your skin, making the fat bulge to the top in an oh-so appetizing manner. Bakugo had to bite his lip to refrain from commenting on how cute you were. Didn't want to scare you off when Kirishima spent so much time reeling you in and getting you comfortable during your consultation. Ensuring that your first time would be virtually painless. His needle would be in and out and the only indication that he'd ever been there would be a trickle of blood and a shiny set of balls adorned to your skin.

Bakugo remembers just how wide your eyes got as the innuendo settled. Pulling at the hem of your skirt and trying to look anywhere but the two sets of red visionaries, one vermillion and one crimson, locked on your face.

"Hey, if it's any consolation, I think you'd look so cute with those little nips pierced". Heat flooded your cheeks, nodding dumbly as you signed all the consent forms and scheduled your appointment for the following week.

Now, you're here. All alone in this quiet shop with a man who hasn't said a word since you arrived, but won't stop staring at you.

"i-is Kirishima gonna be here soon?" His ears perked at the sound of your voice. Soft and sweet, just like your pretty face. and probably your pussy. The blonde shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he rounded the counter. "Fucker's probably still sleepin' after the poundin' I gave 'em last night". His brazenness had you coughing, chocking on your own spit. The blonde quirked a brow, leaning in and dropping a heavy hand on your back while barking a harsh , "you good?" As if he didn't just casually mention his sexual ventures to a stranger.

He lingered in your space a bit longer than necessary. Cologne a heady mixture of caramel and sandalwood. It was dizzying paired with the way his fiery orbs held you.

"Sure you're okay, Princess? Don't need 'ya passing out when you get poked".

Your little gasp shouldn't have signaled his cock to twitch in his jeans but it did. The thought of other sounds he'd hear if toyed with your stupid little twat.

"Want me to do 'ya ?" Another gasp suggested that your mind had also been wandering. "Huh?!" you squeaked, swallowing thickly as you drunk in the sight of him. A 6'5 ash blonde god , chiseled body decorated with beautiful patterns of black ink. More than a few piercings adorned his face. Spider bites on the left side of his bottom lip. A silver hoop through his nostril. Several piercings on his ears, but the kicker was the shiny red tongue ring that he played with absentmindedly. Rolling it in out of his mouth. It was distracting..

"m'not Kirishima, he's better with first-timers, but you'll be ok, huh? not a crybaby, are ya ?" he sneered, pinching the fat of your cheeks.

A shameful tingle danced in your nether regions from his condescending tone. The nerve of him being so mean, but you were determined to prove him wrong. Blinking away the tears that were already forming from his harsh grip on your face.

"I can take it" you pouted, eyeing him defiantly but confidence waning when he leaned closer smirking.

"I'll be the judge of that."

You sat stiffly on the table as Bakugo stood with his back to you, silently sterilizing his equipment and popping on black gloves in surgical fashion.

"Alright" he sighed, turning towards you and leaning against the table, "Let's see what ya got." Offering no further explanation other than an upward motion with two fingers pointed in your direction.

He must mean-

"Show me your tits, Princess" An eyeroll but he was anything but annoyed. You were so cute and innocent, looking up at him with big doe eyes and a wobbly lip. What even convinced you to go through with this in the first place ? "Need help?"

Big, scarred hands were sliding underneath the large sweatshirt before you even had time to respond. Fingers grazing over your skin as he removed the material. You hadn't bothered with a bra, knowing you'd be sore after. Hence the oversized sweater.

Now, you were bare chested, wearing nothing but a skimpy skirt and thigh highs. It was like something out of a porno. Especially with you trying to cover your breasts from his burning gaze. "Tch, c'mon now. None of that". His hands circled your wrists and pulled them down to your side.

"Not bad" he muses, inwardly groaning at the sight of your pebbling brown nipples. His hands slowly trail up your arms, over your shoulders and down to palm your breasts. Large hands covering them entirely. "Gonna get 'em nice and hard for me. That okay, Princess ?" Your cunt throbbed every time he said the pet name in that perfect condescending manner. Talking down to you so sweetly, like you were the dumbest and cutest thing in the world.

"'S'okay, Bakugo" His name sounded heavenly on your lips. As a reward, he brought the pads of his thumb to your darkened areolas and began rubbing tight circles. You looked absolutely adorable with your brows scrunched in concentration while biting your lip to fight the urge to moan. It felt so nice, the way he was working you over and when he pinched your nub between fingers you couldn't help but whimper.

"Good girrrll-" he drawled, slotting closer between your legs. He could feel the heat from your core against his stomach. Damp material making a mess of his band tee. "Don't be embarrassed. Keep makin' them pretty sounds for me. Feels good, yeah?"

"Y-yeah" you mewled, tongue darting out to wet your plump lips. It was hard to tell which ones were more enticing. The glossy ones pulled into a pout as he tweaked your nipples or the ones that'd swallowed your thong and were currently drooling against his abs.

Why not have both ?

The blondes lips smashed against yours just as his hand snaked between your thighs. He pulled the material hard against your clit, side to side, as he licked into your mouth and massaged your tongue. Even though you were shocked and startled you didn't pull away. Actually wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"Good fuckin' girl" His head fell to your shoulder. Sucking bruises onto your throat and collarbone before taking your bud into his mouth. You flinched when you felt the first vibrations of his tongue ring but quickly succumbed to the pleasure. Lewd moans so loud that you'd failed to notice the jingle of keys and soft chuckling.

"Nice of you to get her prepped for me, Bakubabe".

Your eyes fluttered open to take in the site of the massive, 6'7', Kirishima snapping on a pair of black gloves. Long hair pulled up in a high, messy bun that left ruby strands framing his tanned face. Wearing a skimpy Crimson Riot tank top with the sides cut and ripped black jeans. Like his blonde boyfriend his body was littered with tattoos, some dark and ominous, others brightly colored and bold. Perhaps an ode to his multifaceted personality. He also had most of the same piercings with he addition of a golden hoop over his scarred brow and shark bites in contrast to Bakugo's snakes.

He looked absolutely sinful and the dangerous grin he wore had you clenching your thighs around the blonde.

"Took ya long enough, dumbass. Thought I was gonna break her in" Spit soaked lips brushing your peaks with each word. "No way, man" the redhead beamed, "I've been thinkin' about popping her cherry for days". A pleasurable tingle shot down to your cunt making you squeeze his waist tighter. "Fuck you're a needy little thing aren't ya?" You whimpered, equal parts embarrassed and aroused, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"Fuuuck-- she's cute" Kirishima groaned, adjusting the tent in his pants. He was hoping that your session would've ended like this but he never expected Bakugo to take the initiative. Good for him. He approached, standing shoulder to shoulder with the snarky blonde that was pinching your nipples. "Eyes on me, babygirl" your head lifted immediately, and your obedience only added to their growing arousal. "Alright, sweetheart. I'm gonna stick you now and it's gonna hurt for a bit , but I promise I'll make you feel real good after. Sound good?" You nodded, giving him a shy smile that he returned with his signature grin.

"Good girl".

Words couldn't describe how beautiful you looked as the two men fucked into you. Tears falling from your rolled back eyes and drool spilled from the sides of your mouth while Kirishima shoved his length into your heat. Running his big hands over your throat to rest against the bulge and pressing down to add more pressure on his cock. You could barely breathe and the blonde's explosive thrusts that slammed your body forward didn't help. Groping at the fat of your breasts, far enought to not upset the piercing, but just close enough that it brought a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. Your pussy squelched obscenely, wetness dripping from your sopping core onto the table. "Such a messy girl" Kirishima cooed, "Should make you lick that up". A low groan rumbled from Katsuki's chest , "sh-shit fuck! squeezin' me so tight. you like that, huh ? nasty little bitch". It could've been his words, the sloppy thrusting, the fingers pinching your clit, Eijiro squeezing your throat or maybe a combination of it all, but something had you screaming as best you could with a cock down your throat, and squirting all over the blonde. They both spilled inside you, thick sticky ribbons of white that painted your insides. Breathless and exchanging silent grins as they looked down at your fucked out state. Probably couldn't remember your own name at this point. Which was fine for them, all you needed to think about was getting you cute little cunt split for a second time. And maybe your ass too.

@xogabbiexo, @yo-nn, @bookwormsenpai, @plussizeficchick, @38riku, @7inaa, @simpliheavenli, @blkchxrryblyss, @nasty-quillz, @namjoonswifeyy, @tenyaiidasslut @presidentmonica , @hhawkz

#this feels like a full circle moment

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@simp4irie not you reading from the old blogggggggg , damn this sent me back— i remember when i was so in love with krbk that I just wrote about them everyday !

tw! dubcon ? [ i don't think so but it's questionable so just to be safe] , degrading , dumbification, mentions of blood (piercing), nipple play, spit-roasting, established KRBK, aged up characters

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

Now, you're here. All alone in this quiet shop with a man who hasn't said a word since you arrived, but won't stop staring at you.

He lingered in your space a bit longer than necessary. Cologne a heady mixture of caramel and sandalwood. It was dizzying paired with the way his fiery orbs held you.

"Sure you're okay, Princess? Don't need 'ya passing out when you get poked".

Your little gasp shouldn't have signaled his cock to twitch in his jeans but it did. The thought of other sounds he'd hear if toyed with your stupid little twat.

"m'not Kirishima, he's better with first-timers, but you'll be ok, huh? not a crybaby, are ya ?" he sneered, pinching the fat of your cheeks.

"I can take it" you pouted, eyeing him defiantly but confidence waning when he leaned closer smirking.

"I'll be the judge of that."

You sat stiffly on the table as Bakugo stood with his back to you, silently sterilizing his equipment and popping on black gloves in surgical fashion.

He must mean-

Why not have both ?

"Nice of you to get her prepped for me, Bakubabe".

He looked absolutely sinful and the dangerous grin he wore had you clenching your thighs around the blonde.

"Good girl".

@xogabbiexo, @yo-nn, @bookwormsenpai, @plussizeficchick, @38riku, @7inaa, @simpliheavenli, @blkchxrryblyss, @nasty-quillz, @namjoonswifeyy, @tenyaiidasslut @presidentmonica , @hhawkz

#nostaliga #i was down bad when I wrote this

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