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bnha-dumpster · 3 years

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Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)

Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.

oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away

pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play word count: 2.5k

The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.

Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.

But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.

“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?”

As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much.

“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?”

“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?”

“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”

“Fine.”

Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.

Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?”

The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much?

Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this.

“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you.

Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants.

You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan.

“Hanta, what are you doing?”

“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan.

Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing.

“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.

It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place.

The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.

Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you.

“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.”

Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock.

A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen.

Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is.

Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin.

“Relax for us, Y/N.”

You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.

“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you.

And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic.

He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little.

“Who’s next?”

Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you.

He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock.

“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.”

You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.

“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft.

“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?”

The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod.

As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you.

“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.”

Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort.

Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod.

“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either.

And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better.

The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now.

“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.”

The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go.

More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting.

Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you.

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petite-rambles · 4 years

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Pairing: Kirishima x reader, Bakugo x reader

Genre: smut :)

Warnings: swearing, NSFW content, 18+

A/N: I know no one asked for this but it’s been living in my head rent free since August, as I dissociated while driving to Newport for 2 hours and thought about nothing but this haha oops. Obviously the characters are aged up

You laid in Kirishima’s bed playing on your phone, looking over at him every so often when he made some sort of sound. The two of you had been hanging out when Kirishima received a text in the groupchat telling him it was time to play. You knew this meant your boyfriend was going to be preoccupied for a bit, but you didn’t mind watching him play.

“Kaminari, I’m not going to play fortnite.” Kirishima grumbled into his mic, headset sitting nicely on his flat hair.

It was easy to pick up on the bickering that was going on in the chat. Kirishima was sitting on the very edge of his bed, as it gave him a good view of the tv. There wasn’t much going on, the homescreen was showing as the boys were trying to figure out what game to play next.

“Fuck fortnite, you suck at it anyway dunce face.” Bakugo screeched, causing Kirishima to cringe a little.

“Bakugo.” Kaminari whined, “No one else is coming up with ideas.”

“Minecraft?” Sero piped in, Kirishima tilting his head side to side as if thinking.

“I’m good with that, we have stuff to do anyway.” Kirishima hummed as he opened up the game, “Bakugo open the realm.”

“I’m going, shut the hell up.” Bakugo snapped.

Kirishima joined the game and you could see his character in dragon skin appear where he last left off. It looked like he had been making a farm the last time he had played with the boys.

“Kiri, I love watching you play Minecraft.” You said softly, putting your phone down and crawling down the bed. You situated yourself right up against his back, wrapping your arms and your legs around him. You placed your chin on his shoulder so you had a good view of the tv.

“I’m sorry baby, I won’t play that long. We can go get food or something after this.” Kirishima said as he turned to face you slightly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Shut up shitty hair, we can all hear you.” Bakugo hissed into the mic, causing Kirishima to roll his eyes, “Besides, we have to put in serious work today.”

Kirishima sighed softly before covering his mic with his hand, “I��m sorry, I don’t know what his issue is today.”

“It’s fine, you can play for as long as you want. I really don’t mind.” You said quietly, cuddling into his neck.

Kirishima glanced at you slightly before adjusting how he was sitting. He leaned into your touch as you rested your hands on his stomach.

About 20 minutes had passed when you started to get a little restless. Kirishima had fully immersed himself into the game at this point, every so often mumbling something into the mic. He was really just setting up his farm, gathering animals and planting different crops. He was making decent progress with minimal interruptions from the other boys.

You moved your head a little to place gentle kisses along the side of Kirishima’s neck. He let out a soft sign before turning his head again to look at you. You just gave him an innocent look and decided to stay silent. He pursed his lips slightly and turned back to face the tv, going back to what he was doing.

You left a few more kisses on his neck before gently removing yourself from Kirishima, resulting in a soft whine falling from his lips. His cheeks immediately began to turn red as you heard the chirps from the boys quickly coming from his headset.

“Guys, stoooop.” Kirishima whined, stomping his feet a little.

You giggled to yourself as you got off of his bed. Kirishima was no longer paying attention to his game, you could see his eyes tracking your every movement. You smiled to yourself as you stood in front of him. Kirishima looked up at you questionably before you settled on your knees in front of him.

You could see the expression on Kirishima’s face shift from confused, to enlightened, to worry. You moved yourself closer so you were comfortable situated in between Kirishima’s legs. You put one hand on his knee and the other on his upper thigh. He tensed slightly as he looked down at you.

“No.” Kirishima mumbled, taking his hand off his controller to reach for your hand.

“What’s going on?” Sero asked.

“Are you dying? Can I have your dog? Or you cat? I’ll take good care of them.” Kaminari badgered quickly.

“Sorry no. You know it doesn’t work like that.” Kirishima retorted, putting his hand back on to the controller.

Kirishima looked at you silently before giving you a slight nod. You smiled happily as he stood up and quickly pushed his underwear and sweatpants down his thigh. You made quick work of the rest until they pooled around his ankles. Kirishima sat himself back down and gently placed a finger against his lips, signaling you to keep quiet.

You eagerly fixed yourself between his legs and lightly took his semi-hard cock in your hands. You began to pump slightly, feeling Kirishima begin to get harder underneath your touch. You could see him bite his lip and throw his head back a little. You had one hand resting on his thigh and Kirishima, shakily, kept his hands on his controller. If he had the chance he would use his hands to get a solid grip on your hair to guide you right to where he wanted you most.

Once his cock was hard, you moved yourself closer to lick a gentle stripe up the underneath of his shaft. Kirishima’s eyes widened as you took the head into your mouth, using your tongue to trace around the top. Kirishima hummed softly before letting out a soft sigh.

“Shitty hair, give me your coordinates. I need bread and meat.” Bakugo grunted suddenly.

“790, 69, 800.” Kirishima mumbled as he tried to go about what he was doing before.

“Haha, 69.” Kaminari laughed, making Kirishima roll his eyes. You took this opportunity to take as much of his cock that would fit into your mouth. Kirishima shut his eyes tightly and bit back a moan.

“Why the fuck are you so far away.” Bakugo grumbled.

Kirishima made no attempt to respond. You began to slowly bob your head, using your hand on his thigh to rub small circles. His hand quickly moved to cover his mic, letting a soft moan fall out of his mouth.

“(y/n), this isn’t fair.” Kirishima panted softly, bucking his hips slightly to try and make you go faster. You removed your mouth with a slight smile, returning to slowly stroking his cock. Kirishima pouted down at you.

“Can’t you take a break? I want you.” You whispered, resting your head on his other thigh. Your eyes flickered between his hard cock and his face. You could see the internal conflict going on in his head.

“Fuck it.” Kirishima mumbled, quickly pulling off his head set and tossing it, along with the controller on the floor away from the two of you. You smiled as Kirishima’s hand gently weaved itself into your hair.

He gave a quick tug which made you sit up again. You removed your hand from his cock and stood up, removing your bottoms so you were left in your panties. Kirishima moved his hand to your hip and guided you closer to him. You carefully straddled his lap, making sure to line yourself up with his cock.

“Well, you won’t be needing this anymore.” Kirishima hummed softly, moving to take off your shirt.

“I’ve been waiting so long, Kiri, get naked.” You whined softly, clawing at Kirishima’s still clothed chest. He smiled at you before making quick work at the remaining articles, leaving you in just your damp panties.

You began to gently grind down on him, he placed his hands on your hips with a tight grip. You wrapped your arms around his neck and quickly connected your lips. Kirishima moaned against your lips, giving you access to his mouth. You made quick work, moaning softly yourself when one of his hands moved to firmly grasp your ass.

Kirishima removed his lips from your own, moving them down your chin and to your neck. You let out a breathy moan as he settled on a spot on your neck. Kirishima gently sucked and nip, using his hands to guide your hips against his. Once he was satisfied with his work, Kirishima went back to kissing down your neck to get to your chest. He took one nipple in his mouth as one of his hands began to wander.

You gasped softly as Kirishima rubbed gently against your covered slit. He looked up at you quietly as he slowly pushed the fabric to the side. He switched to the other nipple as one finger gently traced your slit, gathering some of your juices, before pushing inside.

“Kirishima.” You moaned softly, your head falling into his shoulder.

“Does that feel good baby?” Kirishima whispered, slowly working his finger inside you.

“Yeah yeah but more.” You whined softly.

Kirishima took the hint and pushed another finger inside of you. You gasped softly at the feeling and found yourself grinding yourself down on his fingers. He kept the pace relatively slow, adding his thumb to rub small circles against your clit. You threw your head back at the feeling, trying to reach down for Kirishima’s cock. He nudged your hand away and quickened his pace.

“Are you ready for me?” Kirishima asked softly, removing his mouth from your chest.

“God yes Kiri, please.” You moaned softly, bucking your hips slightly.

Kirishima smiled slightly before removing his hand from underneath you. You whined at the loss and Kirishima gently lifted you off of him. The two of you both stood up and he took the time to look up and down your body. You rolled your eyes before he gently pushed you onto the bed. You looked up at him with a smile.

“How about doggy today?” Kirishima asked softly, grabbing your calf as he stood over you.

“Yeah sounds good to me.” You whispered back, shaking off his hand. You moved to your hands and knees and gently wiggled your ass at Kirishima. He smiled at you before giving you a playful spank.

You let out a soft gasp as you turned to look back at him. He moved to his bedside table quickly to grab a condom. He ripped it open and rolled it on before moving himself behind you. You watched him shuffle closer, placing his hands on your hips. Kirishima aligned himself up with your cunt before gently pushing inside of you.

You moaned softly, placing your head down on his mattress. Kirishima started off with a slow pace, keeping a tight grip on your hips. It almost felt tight enough to bruise. Kirishima let out a soft moan as you arched your back a little more.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Kirishima purred, spreading your legs just a little more.

You moaned in response, digging your nails into the sheets. Kirishima gave you another playful spank, causing you to let out a soft gasp. He threw his head back a little bit as he slightly increased his pace.

Though the two of you were having a good time, you completely missed what was going on in the headset. How you didn’t hear Bakugo screaming over the mic about Kirishima’s dead body is a mystery. You also missed the part where Bakugo was practically growling about how he was going to kill Kirishima. What you didn’t miss, however, was the sound of the door.

All of a sudden Kirishima’s door flung open to reveal a blood thirsty Bakugo. Kirishima jumped slightly as his thrusts came to a halt. He turned and looked at the door and locked eyes with Bakugo. Bakugo’s eyes looked like they were so wide that they were going to pop out of his head. He took a slight step inside the room before shutting the door.

“You decided to just go AFK to fuck your girlfriend?? What the fuck Kirishima.” Bakugo grumbled, struggling to find a place he could look. You could see the red growing rapidly on his cheeks. He let out a huff before crossing his arms, settling on looking at the floor right in front of him.

You turned your head to look up at Kirishima, who turned his gaze from Bakugo down to you. He raised an eyebrow which caused you to give him a slight nod. A slight smirk spread across his face before he turned back to Bakugo.

“Quit being so mad Bakugo. You know (y/n) and I talked about it, why don’t you join us?” Kirishima asked as he rubbed gentle circles into your hips.

“Join you?” Bakugo questioned, his gaze snapping from the floor to Kirishima.

Kirishima gave him a slight shrug, “Yeah join us.”

Bakugo looked between you and Kirishima, tapping his finger on his arm. You could tell he was thinking hard about the proposition. His gaze moved back to the floor in front of him before letting out a soft sigh.

“Tch, only if you want me to.” He responded before looking back up at the two of you. You released your tight grip on the sheets to gently pat the bed in front of you. Bakugo watched you intently before uncrossing his arms and making his way over to the bed.

“Well take your clothes off.” You mumbled as he made an attempt to sit at the head of the bed. He gave you a slight glare before stripping down to his underwear before sitting on the bed in front of you.

Kirishima looked between the two of you before thrusting into you again, causing you to let out a soft moan. You looked up and locked eyes with Bakugo, as Kirishima resumed his previous pace.

Kirishima leaned down and gently wrapped his hand around your throat, giving it a quick squeeze. You gasped at the contact before he roughly pulled your body up. Your back was pressed against his chest so your whole body was on display to Bakugo. Bakugo was quick to check out your body, biting his lip in the process. His eyes focused on the bounce of your tits, starting to palm himself through his underwear.

Kirishima tightened his grip around your throat and used his other hand to grab your hip, steadying your body. He increased his pace a bit, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. Soft pants fell from your mouth as he increased and decreased his grip on your throat. You could tell Kirishima was beginning to get close as his thrusts were starting to get a little sloppy.

You felt his hand drift from your hip to your clit, rubbing tight circles. You could feel the heat starting to pool in your stomach.

“I want you to cum for me, princess.” Kirishima whispered in your ear, before leaning down slightly to press soft kisses on to your shoulder.

“Make me.” You moaned in response. He smirked against your shoulder and increased his pace on your clit. You could feel the heat beginning to grow before it was too much. You cried out Kirishima’s name as you came, clenching hard around him. This sent him over the edge, causing him to moan out your name as he filled up the condom.

He gradually came to a stop, releasing your throat from his grip. You heard a soft moan fall from Bakugo’s lips, turning your attention to his hard cock in his hand. He was pumping himself at a steady pace, pulling his attention away from your body and back up at your face.

“My turn?” He asked with a cocky smirk, Kirishima pulling out from behind you.

“All yours Bakugo.” Kirishima hummed softly, placing himself on the bed next to Bakugo.

“How do you want me?” You asked, crawling up the bed as Bakugo kicked off his underwear completely. He watched your movements closely as you straddled his lap, grinding yourself against his hard cock. He licked his lips as he placed his hands on your hips, tightly.

Kirishima cleared his throat, causing the two of you to look at him. He was holding up a condom before Bakugo snatched it out of his hand. He ripped it open and pushed up back slightly, quickly rolling the condom on.

“You can start by riding my fat cock.” Bakugo almost purred, using his hands to guide his cock towards your entrance. You almost gasped at his words, lifting your hips up to line yourself up with him. He sat up a bit as you lowered yourself on to him, taking it slow because of the stretch. He was indeed thicker than Kirishima.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, as you bottomed out. He was quick to connect your lips, kissing you roughly. His hands quickly made their way along your body, one hand settling on your ass the other pinching your nipple. You let out a whine at the rough touch, giving his tongue access to your mouth.

You slowly rolled your hips, causing Bakugo to buck his hips a little, “You like that, (y/n)?”

You let out a soft whimper in response as he began to kiss down your neck instead. He settled on a spot on your neck before biting down, causing you to let out a gasp. He moved both hands to your hips and began to thrust up into you. You threw your head back at the feeling, Bakugo making sure to keep a firm grip with his teeth.

He was much rougher than Kirishima had ever been but this difference was so exciting. You could already feel the heat beginning to pool in your stomach again. Bakugo squeezed your hips tightly, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. A strangled moan fell from his mouth before he removed his mouth from your neck. You almost whimpered at the loss before his mouth began to make its way down your chest, latching on to one of your nipples.

His mouth was rough, sucking and nipping at your nipple. You couldn’t help the soft moans that were continuously falling from your mouth, he was making you feel so good. He continued his abuse to your other nipple before his mouth returned to yours, teeth almost clashing.

You felt him squeeze your hips again before he lifted you off his cock. You whined at the loss before he pushed you down on the bed, crawling over you with a smirk.

“You’re really enjoying my cock, aren’t you?” He teased as he lined his cock up with you again.

“Yeah I am.” You mumbled back, using this time to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Don’t be afraid to mark up my back.” He hummed as he began to push back into you, “I have a feeling you’re going to.”

You heard Kirishima snicker slightly but you could only focus on Bakugo in this moment. His cock filled you up so good. He was quick to get back at it, starting off at a decent pace. His hands were placed by your head to brace himself. He let out a soft grunt as he got into a good rhythm of snapping his hips roughly against yours.

His pace was rough but his strokes were really deep, hitting all the right places. You found your hands had a mind of their own, your nails finding grip in the skin of Bakugo’s back. He let out a slight hiss at the feeling of your nails clawing down his back slightly but looked down at you with a smirk.

He leaned down and roughly pressed his lips against yours, letting his breathy sounds fall into your mouth. Bakugo reached one hand down to grab the back of your knee, pulling it more towards your chest while also spreading your legs open more to give him better access. A loud moan fell from your lips but it was swallowed by Bakugo’s mouth on yours.

You could feel yourself begin to clench around his cock, still being sensitive from your first orgasm. He could tell, as his thrusts began to speed up as well.

“I’m gunna cum.” You panted against his lips. He pulled away from you a bit before pressing his body tightly against yours, getting his cock in even deeper.

“You better cum.” He mumbled in response, deciding to kiss down your neck again.

It was only a matter of time before the feeling in your stomach became too much, crying out Bakugo’s name as you threw your head back. He smirked at the feeling, continuing his rough pace to reach his own high. It didn’t take long for him either, your name falling softly from his lips as he filled the condom.

He slowly came to a stop, lifting himself off of you. He looked down at you before pulling out and settling back at the top off the bed next to Kirishima.

“How was she?” Kirishima asked softly as you sat up, your body sore from the abuse from the two boys.

“That was really great, thanks.” Bakugo mumbled as he cleaned himself up.

“I know, she’s really something else. I’m a lucky guy.”

You laughed softly as Bakugo rolled his eyes, both boys smiling widely. You looked at the two and returned the smile before falling back onto the bed.

“Could you at least warn us when you two decide to fuck?” Bakugo asked, putting his hands behind his head to get comfortable.

“No way.” You mumbled, lifting your head to look at the two boys, “Not if it means this could happen again.”

Bakugo looked at you a little surprised before looking at Kirishima, who was sporting a playful smirk on his lips with a slight blush, “That can be arranged.”

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cals-laundry · 3 years

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Dirty Laundry

“But what? But you have so you can't atone? But you have so you deserve nothing?” Sero asks, but Denki knows better than to answer. “In here, right now, you're Denki Kaminari, I'm Hanta Sero, and neither of us have ever made a mistake.” “You'll hate me when you do know.” “I don't care,” Sero pulls him closer, “I don't hate you now.”

NSFW - Minors dni please! Relationship: Denki Kaminari x Hanta Sero Words: 3,595 Tags: trans! Denki, vague mentions of cheating, light angst, self deprecation. AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31501247

Tonight wasn't supposed to go this way. Denki sips and grimaces before letting whatever vile liquid is allowed to pass for beer dribble back into the cliché red cup. Or is he grimacing because Shinsou is right there? He's happy to convince himself that it's the beer. It's the music. It's the lights. It's anything but the gaping, unhealing wound in his chest at the sight of Shinsou. He looks like he always does; bored. His hoodie is too big, his jeans, tattered, and his boots scuffed. He's leaning against a wall, either blissfully unaware or willfully ignorant of Denki, and Denki doesn't want to consider which it could be. He wonders now if he should have tried harder. His skinny jeans and sneakers are plain enough, but he's not even sure this big white t-shirt is his.

Before Shinsou can catch him, he weaves through the crowd and finds the closest group of friends he can, though on the way, he puts his solo cup on a random counter. The piss taste still in his mouth is enough to remind him not to drink tonight. By his friends, he can ignore everything. He can lean on Jirou, laugh when they do, maybe even actually talk to them. But at every glance around, Shinsou is in his line of sight, and every time, that wound in his chest wrenches open again, and months of memories, of pining, of “goodnights” will rush back. It's not Shinsou's fault; he didn't know he was flirting. At least, Denki thinks he doesn't know. In an effort to seem absorbed in the conversation, and not key them into his faraway mind, Denki stares at Midoriya as he recites some funny work story. He's absorbed enough that he doesn't notice a body beside him, not until he leans back against the wall as he laughs and it's too late.

“Hey.”

Denki swallows a stone.

“Hey,” he replies with a shaky smile.

“Can we...” Shinsou juts his head towards the kitchen. Denki's feet know better than his head that he'll follow this man anywhere. So he does. The kitchen is empty, bright, and best of all, quieter.

Shinsou leans against one counter, hands in his hoodie pocket, one ankle crossed over the other. Denki stands opposite, though without anything for fidgeting, he clings to the counter until his knuckles turn white.

“Are we good?” Shinsou asks, airy and light and perfectly fine.

“Yeah,” Denki replies, breathless. Had he forgotten how to breathe because of this?

“You've just been sorta quiet,” Shinsou shrugs, “I thought maybe I'd done something.”

What, was leading me on not enough?

“No way, man,” Denki smiles bright as a plastic doll, “we're cool.”

And Shinsou believes him.

For a minute, Denki wonders if he could confess. Or if maybe he could just forget it all and they could go back to “goodnights”. But that minute is ruined in a way only Midoriya can manage.

“Hey, guys!” he bobs into the room like he's just run a marathon.

His freckled cheeks are pink, and Denki would say something back, but Midoriya is looking at Shinsou in that way, that same way Denki looks at Shinsou. They share a small smile, one that tells him all he needs to know. When Midoriya takes Shinsou's hand, he really tries to be angry, but in the tiny look Midoriya sends his way, there's only a pleading not to do what Denki did with the last love of Midoriya's life. The two share quiet words with their noses touching and Denki's discomfort is surely obvious. So he does all he can do.

“Gotta pee.”

And he leaves. He runs. Because he's a coward now and he was a coward then and he was a coward then. He takes a shuddering breath and makes for the stairs. Up here, the music still bangs through his feet, but it's not as loud somehow. He glances at the choice of doors and opens one. Bedroom. The next; an office. The third, another bedroom, but- Laughter. Bright bubbling beautiful laughter that makes him freeze. A girl he sort of knows, Mina, and a shock of red hair he definitely knows are on the bed, all with folded legs and a black haired boy he doesn't know. Mina waves, but Kirishima's smile falters when he looks over. Nausea sinks into the pit of his stomach and he waves back at Mina before he steps back.

“Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom,” he squeaks, but Mina stands.

“Nope, me first!” and she runs past him, giggling and smelling of flowers.

The silence in her wake makes Denki's stomach churn further. Kirishima's clenched jaw doesn't help.

“I don't think I know you,” the black haired boy says, seemingly oblivious to the tension.

“M'Denki Kaminari,” he rushes out and the boy lounges onto one elbow

“Sero,” he says simply, but he studies Denki. And Denki knows because he can feel the honey slow dribble of his gaze on every part of him.

He tries to return it, but Denki's never been one for slow and sensual. Sero, however, oozes the idea. He's still laid on his elbow, and the front of his already low buttoned shirt came further apart with the movement. His pants are black and high waisted enough to show off his ankles. In short; he looks good. Denki's throat dries as he takes in the look, and Sero...Sero loves it. His head falls back a little, and his already wide smile widens somehow.

“I'm gonna go get a drink,” Kirishima's voice is devoid of emotion, and the shoulder check as he leaves says everything he does.

As he rubs his shoulder, nausea comes back.

“He's not a fan?” Sero's voice calls him out of his spiral.

“Heh, not really,” Denki laughs as if he doesn't know Sero would hate him too.

“C'mere,” Sero pats the bed beside him, “I don't bite.”

Denki sits on the edge of the bed, his side to Sero, and Sero regards him with another curious look.

“You've got secrets, huh?”

“I mean,” Denki snorts a laugh, a more genuine one, “doesn't everyone?”

Sero shrugs.

“Probably.”

“Don't you?”

“Probably,” he says again and shuffles himself so his chin is in his palm and his side is pressed into the bed fully, “does it matter?”

The bile of his own secret's rise in Denki's throat and he swallows it.

“If they're bad, maybe they shouldn't be secrets,” Denki swallows again, “if we're bad, if we've done awful things, shouldn't we warn people?”

“Are you going to do it again?”

“No.”

“You seem certain you won't make the same mistake,” Sero's head tilts, as if he knows something, as if he knows more about Denki.

“Once was enough,” Denki's voice is quiet.

“Here, you haven't made any,” Sero is brave. He trails his fingertips up Denki's arm like he's done it a million times.

“But-”

“But what? But you have so you can't atone? But you have so you deserve nothing?” Sero asks, but Denki knows better than to answer.

“In here, right now, you're Denki Kaminari, I'm Hanta Sero, and neither of us have ever made a mistake.”

“You'll hate me when you do know.”

“I don't care,” Sero pulls him closer, “I don't hate you now.”

“You will,” Denki gasps as his legs tangle with Sero's.

“Then let me enjoy you while I don't,” Sero kisses his neck first in soft lines that tickle. Each one steals Denki's breath a little more until he lets out a tiny moan. And that little moan reminds him of all the reasons he shouldn't be here.

He shouldn't be leaning on Sero. He shouldn't be enjoying himself. He shouldn't be-

“I can hear your brain over thinking it,” Sero mumbles before he presses another kiss to Denki's jaw.

“I shouldn't...”

“Is there someone waiting for you?” the words make Denki shudder.

“No,” it's one word but it shakes like a speech.

Sero pushes him but follows the motion, now hovering over Denki. The length of his hair is more obvious here as it hangs down past his cheeks.

“Then we're not breaking any rules,” Sero leans in close, maneuvers his hips so they're slotted between Denki's, and with his forearms against the bed at either side of Denki's head, brushes the blonde back from his forehead, “be mine for a while.”

Sero's lips are soft on his, and Denki's hands card through those silky tresses. It's innocent, really, but the bite in Sero's teeth when he nips at Denki's bottom lip, the slightest grip of his hair, the smallest roll of his hips, it turns it to something else, something lewd. And Denki loses himself in it. For the first time in 6 months, he's not thinking about anything; not his faults, his mistakes, his treachery. But the world around him is not so forgiving.

“Is Kaminari still-”

Kirishima's words die off, and the pair look toward him. His eyebrow raises and he snorts.

“Never takes long, does it?” the bite behind his words is venomous.

“Do you need him for something?” Sero asks, still chest to chest with Denki.

“No, I need to talk to you.”

Denki knows what that means.

“Wait for me outside,” Sero whispers before he pulls away and helps Denki sit up. He shuffles out the door, avoids Kirishima's gaze, and tries to swallow the self hatred when he hears Sero say: “So, what's up?”

That's enough. He walks through the house with his head down, prays for peace, but the moment of reprieve from his self-made torture was too much in the world's eyes.

“The fuck are you doing here?” the snarl in Bakugou's voice makes Denki jump but he just keeps walking, desperate to be away from the noise, the anger, the hate of it all. But Bakugou is only getting started.

“I asked you a question, dunceface,” Bakugou's arm lands across his vision and Denki ducks.

“What, you're still being a pussy about it? Should have fuckin' known,” Bakugou jolts back and suddenly is surrounded by friends who laugh, not at Bakugou, but at Denki. He should hold his tongue, he knows he should.

“It took two, Bakugou.”

Their laughter dies and Denki walks away before he can suffer the consequences of his loud mouth. Somewhere behind him, he hears the shuffle of Bakugou's boots and the hushed words of one of his friends; “he's not worth it.”

No. He's not. The night air is cold enough to sting his throat. It brings tears to his eyes, but they're cast aside with a wipe of his sleeve. He doesn't deserve to cry. He could go now. He could go to his own place, ignore Sero's offer, and instead, cry in bed. It would be better than this constant, sickening reminder.

“Ready?”

Sero's voice breaks him out of his pity party.

“For what?”

“We're going to my place, it's like five minutes away,” Sero shrugs, “we don't have to do anything you don't want to, and I promise, I'll get you a cab home. But I still want you to be mine for a little while longer.”

Sero's home is bright and very...green. The walls are pale and the decor natural and it suits him. Sero guides him through with a hand on his lower back, and it's only as the door opens that Denki realises where Sero is leading him.

“You can say “no” any time,” Sero says with a small kiss to Denki's shoulder. In the same breath, he lays on the low bed and holds a hand out to Denki to join him. Denki's mind races with what Kirishima could have admitted on his behalf as he takes Sero's hand.

Would he really be inviting him to bed if he knew? Sero pulls him down until they're tangled and rolls so they're side by side.

“Denki,” Sero breathes out, like he's discovered the name of a mystery song, a beautiful one that plagued him.

He kisses Denki again, softer this time, but without the background noise of the houseparty, his thoughts are so much harder to ignore. At the same time, Sero's curious hands are just as hard to ignore. The rough pads of his fingers tickle the skin of Denki's stomach and he laughs.

“Oh?” Sero smiles, “is that a real laugh?”

His fingers creep higher and now, the tickles are intentional. They shriek and laugh and wiggle around the bed together, until Denki pleads “no more” with tears on his cheeks. They fall beside each other, panting, and for the second time today, Denki's mind is empty. It's pleasant. With his eyes still on the ceiling, he reaches out, shy, as if he hadn't already tasted Sero's lips. He finds Sero's hand and from the corner of his eye, he sees the smile on Sero's face. He fixes his stare on the ceiling again and wills himself to stay here, like this, where it's safe and quiet. The bed moves beside him and Sero's chest presses to his shoulder. He sneaks an arm under Denki's head as his other hand lands on Denki's stomach. The mood shifts; the playfulness turns sultry and thick. Sero's hands are so busy; one toys with Denki's hair, the other dances over his stomach, well past his belly button. His lips press to Denki's ear and he nips at the lobe before he kisses his way down, a little lower, until their lips meet at the same moment his hand cups Denki's crotch. Out of shock and pleasure, Denki gasps, and his hips buck up against Sero's hand, but their kiss steals every sound. It takes a moment for Denki to realise how hard he's clinging to Sero's shirt, hard enough that he's stretching the fabric to the point of bumping it, but Sero says nothing, only traces circles that make Denki moan. Sero pulls back the barest inch.

“You're just the prettiest thing,” he murmurs as his fingers card through Denki's messy hair, “is that okay to say?”

Denki nods, terrified that his words have been stolen in favour of moans and pleas. Sero kisses his cheek as his fingertips press just a little harder and pure pleasure blossoms through Denki's abdomen. Sero kisses where he can, tugs his hair, bites marks that'll bloom by morning, and with every pass of his fingers, steals the breath right from him. He whines when Sero's touch leaves but he's soothed with a quiet “shh, it's just for a second,” as Sero undoes his jeans. With some wiggling and pushing, they're just low enough for Sero's middle finger to slip between Denki's folds.

“Wow,” he whispers – more to himself than to Denki – as he pulls his finger away. A string of glittering slick connects Sero's finger to Denki and if it didn't make Denki's mouth water, he'd die of embarrassment.

“Wow,” he mirrors instead.

Sero's nose against his cheek draws his attention and he turns back toward him. The kiss that meets him is harsh and sloppy as two fingers slip into Denki's cunt.

“M'gonna eat you out until you cry sometime,” Sero growls against his lips between kisses.

Sometime.

Sero is enjoying him. Sero doesn't hate him. And every vile emotion that was quelled by kisses crashes back into Denki's gut.

“Ser-”

“Hanta,” he says, breathless, “call me Hanta.”

“Hanta, you...didn't Kirishima tell you?”

Hanta's fingers slip from him and he stands from the bed. But he's not leaving; instead he pulls Denki's shoes off and tugs his jeans and underwear off the rest of the way.

“He didn't tell me anything because I didn't want to know,” he undoes his own jeans and pushes them down, slow enough that it aches.

“I don't care about what you've done,” he steps from the pool of his trousers and nudges Denki's legs wider with his knee, “I only care about what we do.”

Denki watches him with doe eyes, his lungs empty. Until Hanta captures him in another soft kiss.

“Everyone makes mistakes, Denki,” the tip of him presses to Denki's entrance.

“But here, you're a saint,” he presses in, eyes on Denki's.

“And fully intend to worship you,” his elbows rest at either side of Denki's head, they cage him but it's not claustrophobic. It's safe. It's warm and comfortable, and this moment – truly alone and utterly unhindered – is one Denki wants to repeat over and over, until it's all he knows, until his sins are forgotten and his mind is free of them. If Hanta, kind, wonderful, beautiful Hanta, can forgive him, surely he can forgive himself too? The steady rhythm of Hanta's hips and every praise he litters on Denki's skin are enough to make his mind go blank again. And instead of fighting it to confess, he lets his head roll back against the bed and he lets Hanta take him apart, piece by piece, thrust by thrust, until he knows nothing but pleasure. His moans are soft, cutesy almost, and Hanta tells him so.

“You get gruffer during sex, you know,” Denki giggles.

“Oh yeah?” he thrusts hard and Denki's giggles turn to a squeak, “how?”

“You're all growls and all that, before you were just so...restful. Now you're gripping the bedsheets so hard, they'll never sit right again,” Denki giggles again, but it's not genuine. Hanta chuckles, but it's a dark sound, and the tip of his nose tickles the skin of Denki's jaw and along his throat.

“Maybe I should be gripping that pretty throat of yours instead, hmm?” he rumbles and Denki whines.

“You want marks, pretty boy?” Hanta nips at the skin of Denki's throat, and the way his back arches, Hanta takes as a 'yes'. He sucks and bites and savours every piece of skin he can find, though he offers Denki no chance to return it. His whines are louder now and his nails dig into Hanta's shoulders, no doubt leaving marks of their own.

“You're squeezing me so much,” Hanta trails to a groan, “y'gonna cum on me, sunshine? Hmm?”

Denki nods frantically – he just needs that tiny push. And Hanta plays his body as if he's returning to an old passion and grinds his hips in a way that rubs Denki's clit just right. His toes curl and his back arches and he moans Hanta's name as he keeps pressing just where Denki needs until Denki's words die and he gasps for breath behind his arm. At that, Hanta kisses him again.

“I want to see that again,” he pants against Denki's lips, “I want to see that a million times, but God fucking damnit, you looked so good, I can't wait, I'm so close.”

Pretty fingers lace through Hanta's hair as Denki pulls him into another kiss.

“Please, please, please,” he repeats between kisses, “wanna see you cum, you're so good, you're perfect, please.”

It turns to nonsense, and Denki can't believe that it's his incoherent begging that has Hanta pulling out just in time to splash cum up the stomach of Denki's t-shirt with a whine of his name.

They stare at the puddle for a moment before Hanta laughs a little.

“Sorry, got a bit lost in it all,” stands from the bed to move off to Denki's side, and Denki follows on shaking knees.

“S'okay,” the bliss of the moment has passed. Denki can feel the dread of the eventual 'here's your cab fare' in the best case scenario, but as he reaches for his jeans, Hanta's head tilts.

“Do you sleep with jeans on?” he looks like a confused pup.

“No?”

“Then why are you getting them?”

“T-to leave.”

“You think I don't have intentions of having you for breakfast too?” he grabs Denki's waist and pulls him until the stain of cum before his eyes, “only if you want, that is. I'll give you actual breakfast too!”

He sounds like he's bargaining and Denki laughs. Really, this time.

“I-I don't want to get in the way or assume,” he says quietly with a kiss to Hanta's hair.

“Then let me be clear,” Hanta stands and pulls Denki's shirt up as he does, edges it higher and higher until he's free of it and casts it across the room somewhere, “get into bed with me,” he takes off his own shirt and presses it into Denki's hands, “and in the morning, I'll either make you breakfast, or make you breakfast. Or both.”

He kisses Denki's nose and skirts around him before disappearing out the door. The shirt in his hands is still warm. Denki sheds his binder over to where his jeans should be, and when he slips on the shirt, it smells like Hanta. Not like any cologne or specific scent, just him. He turns in the mirror and admires the way it dances over his thighs. It isn't until Hanta's hands land on his hips that he's taken from the moment.

“Looks good on you,” Hanta kisses the side of his neck and their eyes meet in the mirror.

The gaze is a hungry one first, but in those eyes, Denki can see understanding, kindness, and forgiveness. Hanta pulls him into bed, wraps an arm around him, and kisses the back of his neck for good measure. Hanta would know his secrets. But Denki doesn't doubt that he'll understand them. In the quiet snores, Denki finds himself comfortable and at peace for the first time in a while. All he can do is pray that it lasts.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #kaminari x denki #trans! denki #kamisero

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“So eager tonight, little girl, you really wanna show Hanta what you can do huh?” Kirishima taunted, smirking at you while his mind swirled with ideas of just what to do to you next. “She sure is, and fuck is it sexy~” Sero growled as his dark hues watched you licking your lips at the sight of him, chuckling huskily as you pulled him closer and neither man had missed you struggling against his tape on your ankles again. A groan rumbling through Sero’s chest, lashes fluttering at your nails on his sensitive thighs and your smaller hand around his aching cock.

“Ahhh, no teasin’ princesa.” He warned but unlike the redhead, his tone was still playful as he watched the way you licked at his underside, one of his large hands weaving into your tresses as his head tipped back with a low moan at you taking his swollen head into your hot mouth. “Fuck nena~” He muttered, his gaze meeting the redhead’s as he smirked, hardening one of his fingers into a sharp point. Kirishima waited while you teased his friend some more, until you fully took him into your mouth before leaning forward to cut the tape around each ankle.

“Damn, she knows how to suck a cock, eh?” Sero asked as he looked down at the way your eyes began to water as you took him into your throat, moaning as it constricted around him and it took everything not to just face fuck you. “She does, so fuckin’ good.” Kirishima mused, growling softly the second your hand moved to rub at your throbbing bud, swatting it away. “Ah, ah, babygirl, none of that…your greedy little pussy just had some attention. Be a good girl and focus on Hanta while Daddy gives you your birthday spanks, yeah?” He instructed, waiting until you pulled off the other’s length to drag your ass in the air, putting you on all fours as his large hands kneaded at your plush ass.

“So attentive, dirty girl, look at you~” Sero purred as you lavished attention on his balls, fingers tightening in your locks as he smirked down at you running that pretty mouth so lewdly. “Yeah? Wanna swallow me down?” He purred, his eyes flicking between your sweet face as you took his cock in your mouth again and Kirishima kneading at your ass. Letting his heavy hand come down sharply against your ass and the way it made you gag around his cock had Sero’s eyes rolling. “Fuck yeah, do it again Eiji.” He growled, each swat to one of your round cheeks getting him closer to the edge. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, takin’ your birthday spanks so well but I dunno, princess, I think you’re a little too into Hanta…” Kirishima cooed, voice a little too sweet and this time his hand collided sharply with your soaked cunt. Growling as he watched your body lurch at the sting before doing it again.

She was pouting at the way her boyfriend swatted at her hand , she needed to relieve this tension that was building up the more she sucked and tasted the raven haired man. Whimpering about being a good girl and promises of spanks had her rubbing her freed thighs together, nodding up at him. Dipping her head to get to his heavy balls , sucking and leaving kitten licks on them. Settling how Kirishima positioned her , releasing the meaty sac , scraping her teeth lightly back up to his tip . Rolling her hips against the red heads touch trying to get him where she wants “Mmm, every last drop” taking him back into her eager mouth , hollowing her cheeks bobbing her head back and forth, body jerking forward when the large hand meets the flesh of her ass , choking on Sero’s cock, the moans that came after vibrating against him and she keeps her pace.

Smack after smack helping her take him further and further down her throat and every moan making it hard for him to keep his composure, nothing to stop it as her hands were helping to hold her up from collapsing from the force. She feels him twitching and she knows he’s close from the look on his face, the grip on her roots and the pretty sounds he makes. Her eyes widening at the way he sweetly speaks to her , crying out at the sting on her drenched throbbing sex. And again the smack has her clenching tightly around nothing and the feeling already has her tethering on the edge again sucking hard on the angry tip and Hanta is shooting his seed in her , keeping her mouth on him until he’s done , slowly removing herself , then she’s looking up at him through her lashes sticking her tongue out so he can see the thick white essence on her tongue before she putting it back in swallowing it with a gulp and a hum, bucking her hips back against the red heads crotch as he stares at the way you swallow up his friend. Pressing against his hard clothed cock “Need help with that daddy?” Looking over her shoulder at him, thighs rubbing together.

#Ajshshsgs!#I wonder what daddy is gonna do next #I’m enjoying my gift very much #and I need kiri to touch me more #waiting to feel his hands roam #feel both of them fill me up #I’m so anxious to find out where it’s gonna go now #now to fluster the fuck out of you #😈#my baby girl is gonna kill me #I’m already having heart palpitations thinking of could come #Sensei Kiri #sero hanta #character anon #character ask

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