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#bnha filth
mechamedusa · 11 months
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high for this — happy bday bkg !
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— bakugou x kirishima x fem!reader
‘“Then hit it,” your voice lilts in his ear, a hand coming down to rest on his thigh while the other one brings the joint closer to his face. “Please? Promise we’ll take good care of you.”
His cheeks heat up at that, the implication all too present in the sultry inflection of your voice. In the way your bodies press against either side of him.’
☆ WORD COUNT | 12.2K
☆ SYNOPSIS | Bakugou shares a birthday with weed but he’s never smoked it before. He’s also never fucked you and Kirishima at the same time before. A birthday 2-for-1 special!
☆ CONTAINS | [+18!] quirkless/college au, drug use (weed), alcohol mention, dubcon due to the previous, bi threesome (emphasis on the bi), oral for everyone, double blowjob, spit!!!, facefucking, degradation + degrading names, praise, voyeurism, size kink, frotting, a lot of cum, anal play/rimming, anal sex, piv sex, daisy chain, some roughness, creampie, cum eating, squirting, kiri + bkg interact a lot, some softdom!kiri but switchy behavior all around, kinda imperfect poly dynamics, reader referred to as “girl” + she/her + has hair long enough to be pulled back, bkg gets slutted out ~
☆ NOTES | i know — i know ! this is very late. i hope i make up for it with the fact that this is basically all filth. there are non-monogamous dynamics here that are nuanced and a little messy, possibly confusing… but it’s not really the focus, it’s mostly just a lot of sexy fun. so i hope it’s still enjoyable! happy belated bday to the great explosion murder god himself ♡
⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ CROSSPOSTED TO AO3 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
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“Come on, just one hit won’t kill you.”
White smoke curls up around your lips like tantalizing little vines, snaking through the air until it dissipates into the growing fog in your living room. You’re leaned in close on the couch, joint perched between your fingers and mischief mixing with the hazy look on your face.
Bakugou scoffs at you, but it’s softened by the few too many drinks you and his friends had pushed on him earlier in the night. And his ever-growing affection for you.
“Oh don’t pressure him,” Kirishima pipes up from behind the couch, big hand coming down on Bakugou’s shoulder and squeezing, “he’s the birthday boy, he can do what he wants.”
You pout up at the redhead. “That’s exactly why he should hit it.”
Normally, Bakugou would snap at you to stop fuckin’ talkin’ about him like he’s not here, something you both have become far too comfortable doing, but his sharp tongue seems to smooth out a bit when he’s alone with the two of you. Plus, he’s in a good mood. 
The day was… great, to say the least. Not too much of a fuss. Just drinks at a low-key bar nearby, and gifts that weren’t extravagant enough to make Bakugou feel awkward. And you and Kirishima had helped get him out of there before Kaminari and Mina could corral everyone into hitting up a strip club, or whatever other ridiculous shit their drunk minds could think up. Honestly, his birthday had been perfect. Not that he’d tell you both that. But he knows he doesn’t need to.
You rise up on your knees, bringing the joint to Kirishima’s lips to let him puff at it. You’re both crowded around him, Kiri’s broad chest brushing against the back of his head, and your cleavage so close to his cheek that he could turn his face and be buried in it. He watches you in his peripheral, tits bouncing lightly as you giggle when Kiri coughs and retreats towards the kitchen for water. When you lower back down into the couch, you’re giving him a knowing look, and he fights the urge to reach out and squish your cheeks in his hand.
You infuriate him, in your own awful, annoying, endearing way — you always have, ever since Kirishima first brought you into their lives. Somehow that has led him here, unimaginably comfortable splayed out on this couch in yours and Kirishima’s shared apartment – an apartment he, admittedly, spends more time in than his own.
Leaning forward over the coffee table to tap the ash off the joint, you continue your devious nagging. “You share a birthday with weed and you’ve never even tried it. It’s unnatural.”
“Weed does not have a fuckin’ birthday,” he grunts, watching your glossy lips wrap around the thin stick once more. “And Kirishima’s hair is unnatural, you don’t seem to give a shit about that.”
You press on, ignoring the quip. “Uhh weed does have a birthday. And you’re twins. Happy birthday to you both.”
Bakugou snorts, waves away the smoke that swirls up between you, “That shit’s makin’ you sound even dumber than usual.”
“Well it’s making you look less ugly than usual.”
“Ugly, huh? Guess weed turns you into a dummy and a liar.”
Chips and water bottles plop down on the coffee table, interrupting your playful squabbling as Kirishima re-enters the room.
“You don’t gotta do it if you’re scared, bro. I get it, I was super nervous when I first smoked.”
Bakugou scowls over at his friend where he’s settling in on the other side of him. “‘M not scared.”
“Then hit it,” your voice lilts in his ear, a hand coming down to rest on his thigh while the other one brings the joint closer to his face. “Please? Promise we’ll take good care of you.”
His cheeks heat up at that, the implication all too present in the sultry inflection of your voice. In the way your bodies press against either side of him. 
The unspoken suggestion isn’t entirely out of left field. The nature of your triangular relationship is… confusing. More than platonic, less than romantically committed — at least where Bakugou is concerned. But what isn’t confusing is the fact that he already knows both of your bodies intimately, and you his. (Kirishima even more so than you.) 
But he hasn’t known them both at the same time — a fact that has been looming over all three of you for months now.
Apparently you and Kiri have decided that today would be the day. A birthday present for the hot-head you’ve absorbed into your relationship. 
Or maybe you were absorbed into his and Kirishima’s? 
The details are muddled static in Bakugou’s brain, his nerves making his mind race as you both watch him expectantly.
“Bro, you really don’t have to if you don’t—“
He’s cut off by an exasperated growl. “If I hit it, will you both shut up?”
Kiri grins, and the corners of your mouth twitch up, bringing the the joint back into view.
He plucks it from your hand, grumbling that he can do it himself as he brings the papery tip to his lips. Kirishima’s good-natured warnings about not hitting it too hard fall on deaf ears as Bakugou breathes in deep… and immediately sputters a cough into the crook of his arm. You snort and take the offending stick back, Kiri opening a water bottle and handing it over with mumbles of something just a bit nicer than “I told ya so”.
When the coughing fit dies down, there’s a heaviness settled over him, like invisible weights strapped to each of his limbs. His chest burns, and his head is foggy, and Bakugou isn’t sure he really likes the feeling — but then Kiri’s thigh presses against his as he relaxes further into the couch, and you run your hand over his bicep while you ask if he’s ok, and every little touch makes his whole body tingle. And Bakugou… finally gets why people like this shit.
You giggle, and he realizes he’s said that last bit out loud. “See, feels nice, right?”
Time seems to start dragging on a bit slower as the high really settles into his bones, and he feels somehow both profoundly relaxed, and buzzing right down to his nerve-endings all at once. You continue puffing away at the joint, absentmindedly playing with Bakugou’s hair as Kiri puts something on the tv before turning and gesturing for you to pass the weed over. Shaking your head at your boyfriend, you instead beckon him towards you with a crook of your finger. A saucy little “c’mere…” reeling him in closer as you take another big drag from the joint.
The both of you lean over the blonde’s lap, faces coming together just inches in front of his. Bakugou is hyper-focused on the sliver of space between your lips — the way yours purse to blow a slow stream of milky smoke, and Kiri’s fall open to accept your gift. So close, a simple swipe of tongue could connect you. It’s an intimate exchange, thick with a sensuality that Bakugou swears is coating his throat and making it hard to swallow. 
It feels like ages before the two of you finally pull away, and his eyes follow Kirishima as he settles back on his right. Red brows raise at him curiously, chest puffing out as he inhales the smoke a bit deeper. Bakugou is staring, he knows he is. He can’t help it. His friend has always been easy on the eyes — pretty, even. Although, if he ever told him that, he knows he’d chuckle nervously and deny it. So he just stares silently, and thinks it. But Kirishima has an uncanny way of reading his thoughts, better than anyone else in his life.
And this time is no different, amusement pulling up the corners of Kiri’s mouth, boldness guiding his calloused hand to the back of the blonde’s neck as he leans in. There’s a split second of confusion, Bakugou’s mind wading through the molasses of his high to try and catch up with what’s going on, but then Kiri is blowing the smoke still in his lungs right into the space between his lips.
From you, to Kirishima, to him. A link of breaths, an unconventional chain made up of musky smoke and sighs and things unspoken. It tastes nice on Bakugou’s tongue. It doesn’t burn his chest like his first hit did. It’s been cooled in the exchange, the harsh bite of it taken away with each pass from mouth to mouth, leaving him with something light and comfortable and warm.
Bakugou wonders if he deserves that.
Kirishima’s lips brush softly against his. Silent reassurance that he does.
And then, as things tend to do when you’re high and horny, one thing simply leads to another. It’s a whirlwind of kisses and wandering hands, and then the kisses become deeper, bleeding into each other, and the hands wander further, their touch melting together. And Bakugou ends up turned around to face you with Kirishima at his back.
Your tongue in his mouth is familiar, and yet entirely new, and in this state the contrast between kissing you and his best friend becomes even more obvious. While the man behind him feels rugged against his skin, he always kisses gingerly at first, maneuvering slowly, tenderly, like he’s savoring it. Like he’s handling something delicate and skittish. 
You, on the other hand, have lips like velvet, skin supple and smooth where he cradles your face. But you suck harshly and nip at him, pull at his bottom lip with your teeth and smile devilishly when he hisses. 
Where Kirishima is hard, you’re soft – and where you’re rough, he’s gentle. 
You’re halfway onto Bakugou’s lap, straddling one of his thighs and raised up on your knees so he has to tilt his head up to you. Holding his face in your hands, you lick eagerly into his mouth, suck at his tongue when you feel it slide against yours. That pulls a soft groan from his chest, and his hips grind just a bit against your thigh, giving you a preview of his desire in the form of a poke.
One of your hands trails down the side of his neck, over the muscular slope of his chest and the firm valley of his stomach until it’s found its target on the inside of his thigh. Bakugou can’t help but moan when you press your palm into his cock where it’s currently throbbing against him, trapped uncomfortably in the leg of his jeans. 
“So hard already,” you murmur against Bakugou’s mouth as you rub your hand up and down his length. 
“He’s been hard since we started smoking,” Kiri chimes in between wet kisses to his neck.
Bakugou glares back with a lighthearted huff. “Always starin’ at my fuckin’ dick, Red.”
A low chuckle. “Yeah? Am I in trouble?”
“You fuckin’— agh!”
Kirishima bites down on his shoulder, just hard enough to make the blonde’s mouth fall open, and you seize your chance to swallow the sound.
It would be embarrassing, how well the pair of you are currently playing Bakugou like a tuned-up instrument, but the weed has his mind so fogged that all he can feel is the pleasurable heat simmering in his veins. The plushness of your skin in his palms as he runs them over your waist, and the firmness of his childhood friend’s well-built body against his back, and both of your hands and mouths all over him all at once — it’s more than he can handle. So he just lets himself lean further into Kirishima’s familiar hold and watches with heavy-lidded eyes as you pull his shirt over his head and start working his jeans down his legs.
“Gonna let us take care of you, right, birthday boy?” Your voice is a siren song in his ear, gravelly from the smoke you’d inhaled, pitched down with temptation. The snarky comment you’d usually receive in return is lost to a pleasured little nnghh when you lower yourself down and press your warm mouth to his cock through his briefs, flick your tongue out to taste the growing wet spot on the fabric. Then you’re hooking your fingers into the waistband, watching gleefully when you free the rigid length from its confines and it bobs up to hit his toned stomach with a slap. 
All the while Kirishima’s calloused hands explore, tender in their travels, ghosting over scars and squeezing lovingly at the spots that make him crazy (his waist, his pecs, the inner part of his thighs). He hooks his chin over the blonde’s shoulder and licks his lips hungrily at the sight of his cock, which is jumping in frustration as you kiss teasingly over his thighs. 
It’s flushed a heated pink at the tip and oozing dews of precum that are simply too pretty to ignore, so Kiri dips his finger in it, spreads the sticky substance around the head to make it shine before raising his hand back up and watching a thick, clear thread stretch before snapping. 
“Bein’ so good for us,” Kiri murmurs under his breath, a secret for them to share, and brings his finger to his own mouth to taste the salty arousal on it. He rubs the mix of saliva and pre over Bakugou’s nipple, rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. “Let us know if this is too much, ok?” 
And it is too much, but not in a way that’s unpleasant. So Bakugou responds with only a shuddered breath and his head falling back on the redhead’s shoulder, heavy with his high and the creeping heat of pleasure as you finally drag your tongue up the underside of his cock. He lets the bigger man turn his face to the side with a gentle hand, slots his mouth with his in a slow, hungry kiss.
He’s pulsing against your tongue, impossibly hard and aching for the feel of your mouth, and still you take your time. Licking coyly around the head, letting it leak right onto your tastebuds. Bakugou finally finds his voice again to curse down at you, and it comes out hoarse, whinier than you’ve ever heard him. 
“Stop bein’ such a damn cock tease.”
You chuckle, but relent, abandoning your teasing to finally sink your lips down on him. It lights Bakugou on fire, his toes curling and nails digging into Kiri’s forearms where they’re wrapped around his torso. So sensitive. You bob your head up and down slowly at first, then faster, slurping and sucking until you’ve gotten it nice and sloppy – which is when Kiri’s hands come to gather your hair out of your face, holding it all back in one fist and using the other to grip Bakugou’s dick tightly, stroke him right into your mouth. 
You moan approvingly at the addition of your boyfriend’s hand, a sweet little mmnnn that rings out from your throat and vibrates down Bakugou’s length right to his very core. The sound joins the noisy schlickschlick of Kirishima pumping his hand up and down, the movements practiced and effortless as he grips and twists, squeezing more and more precum from the tip for you to eagerly swallow. You stick your tongue out, let Kiri slap the head against it with a cheeky smile spreading your lips and exposing your teeth, far too pleased with the way Bakugou is trying his best to stifle his own moans and keep his hips from rolling.
Wrapping your lips back around the thick cock being jerked off in your face, you hollow your cheeks and suck hard, making your shared victim curse brokenly. You and Kiri exchange a conspiratory look, and then he’s grinning sleepily down at you.
“How’s his cock taste, pretty girl?”
Your lashes flutter and you make a sound that could be “so good” if it wasn’t completely muffled by skin, refusing to pop it back out of your mouth for even a moment to answer. Your boyfriend chuckles, feeling his own cock stir at watching the enthusiastic way in which you suck someone else’s – but his own needs can wait.
“Need some help down there?”
An earnest nod from you, and then Kirishima is shifting carefully from behind the near boneless body in front of him, sinking down onto his knees beside you to properly assist in servicing the birthday boy.
You continue sucking while keeping your gaze on Kiri, now close enough that you can make out the inky dilation of his pupils, the lustful flush on his cheeks. And he watches you, enamored, hypnotized by your fuck-me eyes and the way your lips pout and your cheeks hollow — his sweet little girlfriend with a nasty little mouth. 
“Y’look so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he muses, and saliva pools in his own when you hum your appreciation and trace your lips down the side of Bakugou’s shaft, giving him access to the other side. He leans in, licks up a pulsating vein with a groan. The taste is distinctly Bakugou, heady and musky and manly. And it’s distinctly you, sweet like those drinks you order, light like your flavored gloss. He goes back for another taste, and then your tongues are dancing in unison over Bakugou’s dick.
“Jesus fuck, that’s so— fuckin’ good—“ Bakugou’s words are clipped and strained as you both slather his dick with your spit. Up and down, up and down the length of him, until you’re meeting at the top and tangling together in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss around the head.
It’s messy, uncoordinated, drool coating both of your lips and smearing across chins and cheeks. Wet sounds and muffled moans fill the air as you make out with a dick wedged between you. It’s a sight Bakugou had never known he needed to see, but now he’s watching intently, jaw slack and lids heavy, wanting to burn the image into his memory. If his brain wasn’t so scrambled he’d pull out his phone and hit record, keep the moment in his pocket for him to fuck his fist to later.
Wrapped up in the kiss, you both pull away, your hand finding the blonde’s cock to stroke it as you continue exploring Kiri’s mouth. The twist and pull of your palm is slippery, but not slippery enough, so you break the kiss and stick your tongue out. And Kirishima understands exactly what you want, making a show of placing his big hands on either side of your face and tilting it up for him, pressing his lips together and letting spit flow freely down onto your waiting tongue. You turn with a glint in your eye, letting his saliva mix with your own behind your lips before spitting it all out to coat Bakugou’s dick.
A thought flits through his mind about the three-way hit from earlier, but it fizzles out as soon as you suck him sloppily back into your mouth. “Awh, fuck–” 
And then Kiri’s tongue is lapping at his balls, and Bakugou’s head sinks back on the couch cushions. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“
He feels like jelly, melting right into both of your hungry mouths. Nothing but the sensation of slick lips and warm tongues, and silky spit rolling down his balls and seeping between his thighs. You and Kiri are switching back and forth, sharing him between you like it’s an everyday couple’s activity, one you’re both especially passionate about doing together. It’s insane — you’re both insane, hell-bent on turning him into a puddle right there on your living room couch.
And Bakugou is a puddle, splayed out on the cushions, panting with his head thrown back and his arms crossed over his face, just lost in it. Until Kirishima suddenly sinks his teeth into his inner thigh.
“Agh—!”
Bakugou’s hips jerk involuntarily at the bite, ramming his cock up into your throat as his gaze is forced back to you both kneeled before him. The sound of you gagging stirs Kiri on, and he places a big hand on the back of your neck to keep you in place before delivering another, harsher bite to his friend’s thigh. Another buck of the blonde’s hips and your eyes begin to water. But you look up at him, and through the sparkle of your wet lashes is an expression completely glazed over with lust.
Bakugou sneers down at you, suddenly stirred on just like Kiri. “Y’like that shit?” You don’t have to respond (not that you can, with his girth filling out your mouth), he knows very well how much you do. “Here, take it then.”
And then there are two more hands holding you down, steady against the back of your head to make sure you can’t move away as Bakugou rolls his hips up towards your face. 
“Stick your tongue out, like that, yeah–” 
You obey, and he grunts his approval as he fucks your mouth like it’s nothing more than a warm, wet toy. It’s slow, lazy, but hard and invasive, cock dragging back and forth along your tongue, pumping precum so deep it feels like you might choke on it. Your throat spasms and aches as it takes the sudden beating from his cock head prodding at it, a copious amount of drool filling your mouth as your body’s natural attempt at lubricating. It bubbles around your lips, drips down in thick globs onto his lap. 
And that’s what Bakugou wanted, really, the mess – to see the way tears roll down your cheeks and spit smears on your lips, the way you seem to go perfectly dumb for his dick. It’s cute, honestly, and he can’t help but tell you so, filth tumbling from his mouth as he uses yours to get off.
“So fuckin’ cute,” he says between ragged breaths, “so cute when you’re chokin’ on me. Fuck, yeah, keep that mouth open–”
You’re doing your best to breathe through your nose, taking the rough treatment while trying not to drown in your own spit, when Bakugou suddenly stills his hips and gives your head a hard push down.
“All the way down, like a good little slut,” he grunts, angling his hips up to try and invade your esophagus, feel how tight it is around his aching cock. There’s still so much of him your mouth can’t fit, and you gag hard, instinctually trying to pull off. But you’re met with the resistance of not two, but three strong hands.
Kirishima pushes gently, but firmly, at the back of your neck, coaxing you to take his best friend’s cock further down your throat with coos of encouragement. “There ya go baby,” his voice is husky and dark in your ear, eyes blown and pink-tinged as he watches more of Bakugou’s length disappear past your swollen lips, “be a good girl and swallow that dick.” 
And then something in your throat gives, and your eyes roll back in your head as your lips finally meet a sticky pelvis, nose nuzzling into a dewy nest of dirty-blonde pubes. 
“Ugh– there it is, fuck yeah–” Bakugou groans, deep and guttural as he pumps shallowly up into your throat, the visible bulge in your neck making Kirishima echo him with a lewd groan of his own. The only sounds you can muster are gurgles – besides the obscene wet gluckgluckglucks of your throat being relentlessly fucked, but you can hardly claim that you are the one making those sounds ring out.
You’re finally set free, hands releasing you to shoot back up and gasp for air. You cough and sputter, a hazy smile curling your wet lips up once you’ve caught your breath, and you peer up at Bakugou, who returns your smile with a satisfied smirk of his own. But the cocky expression is quickly wiped off his face when Kiri takes him in his hand and replaces your throat with his own, descending on him with an ease that makes the blonde’s face contort.
Crawling up onto the couch, you smooth your hand down Bakugou’s chest. He looks positively ravaged; Lips reddened from where he keeps pulling them between his teeth, face and chest flushed pink and shining with a light sheen of sweat, honeyed hair mussed by his hands continuously running through it. And his eyes, usually piercing and fiery, have lost their heat. They’re glazed over, glowing with his high and swimming with pleasure.
He’s gorgeous like this, you think, picturesque in his wreckage, and you can’t look away — not when his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open, not when his hands reach out and tangle in red locs, not when his gaze finally lifts back to you and he tilts his chin up to silently ask for a kiss. You give it to him, of course — it is his birthday, after all — but then you can’t help but nose against his cheek and tease him just a bit.
“And to think, you weren’t gonna smoke with us.”
He grits his teeth into a semblance of a smile, lids heavy as he looks up at you through thick, blonde lashes. “I like ya better with my—hahh— my cock in your throat. Talk a lot less that way.” Another moan seeps from between his lips, eyes darting to watch Kirishima suck at his balls before returning to you. He reaches out, fists impatiently at the hem of your top. “Take this shit off an’ come sit on my face.”
There’s a slick pop and then Kiri is rising to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and flashing you both a toothy grin. He suggests you all move into the bedroom, squeezing the obvious outline of his hard cock in his pants as he does so, and you’re being scooped up into Bakugou’s strong arms before you can reply.
He pads down the hallway with your legs hugged around his tapered waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. Hands grope roughly at your ass as he carries you easily — which is surprising only because he’s not looking where he’s going, too preoccupied with tasting himself on your tongue.
You’re deposited onto the bed with an oomph, bouncing against the mattress where you’re unceremoniously thrown. You look up to see Bakugou completely naked, cut body glistening in the dim light and cock bobbing heavy between his legs. He’s staring back down at you hungrily, like an animal that’s caught its prey, that sharp look in his carmine eyes back out to play – and you’re suddenly reminded of the incessant throbbing between your legs. 
“I said,” he grips the buttons of your pants, pulls them roughly down your legs as if their presence offends him, “take this shit off.”
You’re stripped and straddling the birthday boy’s face before Kirishima is even back in the room. And when he does return he’s got what’s left of the joint re-lit and held between his lips, water and towels cradled in his arms. He stops in his tracks when he sees the position you two are in; You, with your thighs encasing Bakugou’s head, bent forward and draped over him so your face is right over that pretty cock. And Bakugou, splayed out underneath you, one leg bent and propped up, dick still shining with the evidence of the treatment it had gotten earlier. It’s throbbing and jumping as you grind down onto his face, your lips formed into a cute little ‘o’ as he slurps loudly, shamelessly at your cunt.
Your eyes flutter open when you hear the light crackle of Kiri puffing on the joint, finding him leaned against the door jam, so big he fills up the doorway and his hair brushes against the top of the frame. He’s watching, ruby eyes glittering, taking another lazy drag and blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth. His sexiness is effortless, easy, like it's built right into that sturdy foundation of his – and the sight of him enjoying the sight of you goes straight to your pussy, sends a wave of arousal leaking from your slit and right onto Bakugou’s lips.
You mewl, and Kiri’s eyes wander down your connected bodies, palming at his cock through his pants as he takes you both in. “How’s he doin’, baby girl?”
“Mmnn… good. But he’s so impatient.”
A heavy hand comes down on your ass, squeezing the sting away, and a disapproving grunt vibrates against your clit. Much like you, Bakugou won’t unlatch from you to say what he wants – instead, he’ll scrunch his face up and let your core absorb his words. You imagine it’s something like “shut the hell up” or “it’s my birthday, you fucks” and you let out a snicker, which unravels into a squeak when you get another swat to your ass.
You straighten up and reach out to Kiri, wanting him closer. And he comes easily, tapping out the joint and setting down what he’d brought along, pulling his shirt over his head. He kneels on the bed, and dips his face down to drink up the little sounds spilling from your mouth.
Your fingers trail down the hard ridges of Kiri’s chest as the tip of Bakugou’s tongue trails up your slit. You keep feeling him, feeling the way his broad chest expands with each breath, the way his toned stomach tenses under your touch. He’s so big, muscular in a way that’s so different from the body underneath you; Where Bakugou is cut and rigid, Kirishima is thick, almost soft, the kind of muscle you can sink your fingers into. And you do, squeezing at him, earning happy little sighs breathed onto your mouth, your jaw, the side of your neck.
You’re kissing each other slowly, deeply, and the moment is sweet, yet so nasty — punctuated by the wet sounds of a tongue swirling around your clit. 
Kirishima curses when your hand finally presses against his cock, so hot with neglect that you can feel the warmth through the thick fabric of his pants. You smile against his mouth. “You like watching us, Red?”
His nose nuzzles against yours, panting as you rub harder into him. “Shit… yeah, I do.” A deep, shuddering breath. “A lot.”
“You like sucking dick a lot, too.”
It’s not a question, but Kiri bites at his lip and answers anyway.
“Yeah, I do.” 
You whine, heat crackling in your belly from both the admittance, and the harsh suck to your clit. Kiri adds on with a chuckle, “might like watching you do it more, though.”
Your fingers hook into his waistband and pull his hips forward. “Wanna watch me suck yours now?”
“Thought we were taking care of the birthday boy.”
You bat your lashes, and Kiri truly wants nothing more than to see your eyes water again. 
“I can take care of you both at the same time.”
“Fuck…”
He’s back off the bed and pushing his pants down his thighs without any further discussion, cock bouncing and bending under its own weight as he moves to position himself between Bakugou’s legs. There’s a surprised mmph from underneath you when his knees are pushed open wider to accommodate the larger man, but it tapers off into a low groan when he feels the heaviness of Kirishima’s hard cock slapping down onto his own.
Bending forward at the waist, you grip Kiri’s cock in your hand, so thick that your fingers struggle to connect around its girth, throbbing so hard it seems to grow even bigger in your hold. He watches you with dark eyes as you drag your tongue up the thick vein on the underside, breathes a little “so pretty” when you look back up at him. 
You flick your tongue teasingly at the tip and pull back so the sticky fluid of his arousal connects you for just a moment, before you wrap your lips around it to suck the rest off. He’s salty, musky, hot and heavy — adding to the growing cocktail of sin filling your senses and making your head spin.
You’re quick to try taking him all the way in your mouth, egged on by your own arousal, and gag hard when he hits the back of your throat. Kiri groans, tucking your hair out of your face gently as he keeps himself from snapping his hips forward and forcing his cock all the way in, despite how he knows you wouldn’t mind – despite how badly he wants to. Instead he watches you strain to fit him in your mouth, the way your lips stretch around him and your cheeks fill out with his girth. It’s almost better than forcing it – watching you work so hard to do it yourself. 
You bob and slurp, use your hand to stimulate what won’t fit in your mouth. And more and more drool collects around his cock, pools in your fist and drips slowly down onto Bakugou’s dick underneath it. 
“Ohhh shit, yeah–” the man above you pants, strokes sweetly at your cheek, “get it nice an’ wet…”
Holding him tightly in your fist, you dip your head down to lick up the spit that’s landed on the blonde’s milky skin, earning a desperate roll of his narrow hips. You wrap your lips around him next, let the redhead jerk his cock over your face while he watches – the way you know he loves to do – before switching back. You keep working like that, going back and forth from cock to cock, sucking Bakugou eagerly into your mouth and then letting Kiri guide you back with a gentle hold on your chin.
All the while, you’re giving Bakugou a view to rival the double blowjob – your cunt spread and bent over in his face, skin so wet and soft it’s like satin, pretty hole leaking endlessly down onto his tongue. He’s shameless, the way he digs his fingers into the fat of your ass, uses rough thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart before spitting right into it. He flattens his tongue, catches the drip and tastes you from clit to slit, then buries it in that little hole, spearing you on it like a man out to kill. You squeak, try to wriggle away, but he hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you back down with a growl of “don’t you fuckin’ move” before diving back in.
The way he fucks you on his tongue is for him, really, not for you – but even so, the way the muscle stretches you out, swirls and flicks inside you as it tries desperately to push deeper, to taste deeper, it feels so nasty. So good. You arch your back, moan around Kiri’s cock about how good his tongue feels, and Bakugou just smirks against your cunt. Pleased with himself. He knows it’s fuckin’ good — he knows how to make you squirm.
He runs a thumb through your folds, wets it with the mixture of your slick and his spit, before circling it into your clit. It’s swollen, throbbing under the pad of his thumb, and your walls tighten, gush more bittersweet juice for him to drink up.
Kiri’s dick pops out of your mouth as you’re overtaken by the sudden swell of pleasure, and you cry out a shrill warning.
“Fuckfuck, Katsuki, if you keep doing that–”
“Do it,” he says, gruff and demanding, “fuckin’ give it to me.”
So Kirishima takes over in your mission of taking care of them both — presses his sticky cock up against Bakugou’s and fists them both together to the sight of you losing yourself. You’re bracing yourself with both hands on Bakugou’s stomach, tits pushed together so pretty between your arms, eyes rolling shut and mouth falling open on a moan. 
Kirishima is slack-jawed as he watches you buck and grind, fucking yourself back on his friend’s tongue. So beautiful chasing your own high. His fist is slipping quickly over both their cocks, squeezing them together tightly, rutting his hips and sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both. 
“Fuck, Ei, s-slow the fuck down” — is what Bakugou tries to say, but it comes out garbled, slurred into your skin. He’s so sensitive, and everything is so wet. Your pussy dripping, his chin slippery, his dick and Kirishima’s sliding over each other and squelching lewdly. And you’re all in his senses, coating his tongue, filling his every breath, singing like an angel as you tell him you’re gonna cum, you’re gonna cum right on his face —
So his hips jerk, and his voice strains in his throat, and he shoots his load hard, all up his stomach and onto his chest and between Kiri’s fingers. It just keeps coming, makes a mess of his torso and collects in Kirishima’s hand, coats both their cocks in milky white that he keeps pumping up and down the length of them.
And the sight is so messy, so filthy, both cocks sliding against each other, frothing with a gooey mixture of pre, spit, and cum. It makes that swelling wave of heat in your core grow bigger, bigger still — and Kirishima sees it on your face, whines as he overstimulates Bakugou and brings himself closer to the edge, encouraging you to “let it go, baby— there ya go, cum right on his tongue—” 
And then the wave is suddenly crashing, white-hot and roaring in your ears. 
You’re trembling, crying out, grinding down on Bakugou’s tongue, which he now has outstretched for you, hands digging desperately into your hips as he bucks into Kirishima’s fist – still, somehow, able to keep his composure enough to help you ride out your orgasm. Lightning is shooting up his spine, making him twitch and moan, but your release washing over his tongue may as well be the god damn elixir of life. He can see your pussy clenching, see it leaking liquid gold right onto his face, and it tastes like paradise in his mouth. He’s focused on slurping it up, making you scream and gyrate as pleasure wracks your body like something violent and unforgiving.
And, like some sort of carnal chemical reaction, Kiri grabs hold of your face, moans a strained “cumming— oh shit i’m cumming—!” into your mouth as he follows you both over the edge. He bucks once, twice in his fist and then his balls are tightening where they’re sliding against the other man’s, and he’s spilling over, thick and hot into his hand. 
It mixes with Bakugou’s cum, almost indiscernible from it as ropes shoot up and land on his stomach. But it’s thicker, heavier, it doesn’t reach all the way up to his collarbones. And there’s more of it, so much more that it splatters the smaller man with white, pools in the deep grooves of his abs and sticks there.
You’re all panting hard when you finally roll over and collapse into the sheets. It’s hot, stiflingly so, sweat collecting in the crease of your thighs – or is that your own cum? 
The boys breathe deep next to you, Kirishima sat on his knees, Bakugou with his arms up over his face. It’s silent for a moment, besides the sounds of you all gasping, and the hammering in your own chest.
You let your head roll to the side, checking that your partners are still alive, and are met with the sight of Bakugou’s torso absolutely painted with white. 
A stunned exhale. “Holy shit…”
Kiri’s eyes slide to you, dazed. “You ok?”
“Yeah, that is just… so much cum. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much cum before. It’s like, cartoonish.”
There’s a choking sound – a snort – and then Bakugou is laughing, big and boisterous, mouth wide and teeth bared. It fills the room like fireworks, so bright it lights up yours and Kiri’s faces too. 
“Stop laughing,” Kirishima chuckles, clean hand forming a cup by Bakugou’s side to catch the cum currently sliding down it, “it’s gonna get on the sheets.”
“Well then gimme a fuckin’ towel, dumbass.”
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The smell of sex and smoke hangs heavy in the air. It sticks to your skin, makes you feel tacky as you shift in the bedsheets. You reach out to take the joint (well, the burnt nub that’s left) from between Kiri’s fingers, puffing on it gingerly before blowing some into Bakugou’s mouth. He’s decided he likes it better that way – straight from your or Kirishima’s lungs.
“Doesn’t burn so damn much,” he’d grumbled when he’d asked you to do it for him. You’d rolled your eyes, but leaned in to give him some of your breath anyways. 
You’re all still half naked, you in one of Kiri’s t-shirts and the boys both in briefs. Laid out on soiled sheets as a thin haze fills the room, basking in the humid afterglow of your orgasms. Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the three of you together, but you feel so profoundly comfortable that you find yourself sighing deeply and smiling up towards the ceiling. 
“What?” Bakugou eyes you from where he lies beside you, noticing the little quirk of your lips – which he often does, notices your little tells.
“Nothing, just high. And happy.” You roll onto your side, passing the joint back to Kiri as you prop your head up in your hand, “is that a crime?”
“The first one is in a lot of places, yeah. Maybe I’ll call the cops on ya. Turn your ass in.”
You push playfully at Bakugou’s chest, and he catches your wrist in his hand with a wolfish grin, holding you there against him. 
You jut your chin out at him defiantly. “Eiji’ll bail me out.”
Bakugou glances down to where the redhead is laid across the foot of the bed, his head resting on the blonde’s thigh with a hand behind his neck. Your gaze follows when your boyfriend stays silent for a beat too long, mouth falling open with an incredulous call of “Babe?” 
Kirishima blows smoke up into the air with a sigh, drags out his words like they’re hard to say. “Yeah, I would.”
“Tch. So fuckin’ soft for this brat.”
Leaning your weight on Bakugou’s chest, you lift yourself up over him to gloat – like a brat. “Jealousy’s really ugly on you, Kats–”
The room blurs as he flips you over, appearing on top of you in a second with a snarl. You kick your legs as he slots himself between them, giggling and beating at his chest with your fists – which he intercepts easily, gathering your wrists in one hand to pin over your head. 
“Y’talk a lotta shit for someone so weak.”
Fingers dig roughly into your sides, making you yelp and squirm against his weight, which is pressed down onto you, keeping you firmly in place. “Go ahead, brat – talk your shit.” He forces more gasps of laughter from you with a twisted grin, eyes on fire. “Can’t fuckin’ hear you, speak up!”
“Eiji, help me!”
And then, magically, the weight is lifted off of you. 
In a flash, Bakugou is laid out on his back, hands pinned by his head, held in place by two larger ones. He looks a lot like you just did, fighting and huffing – except he’s actually giving his captor some hell, Kirishima flexing and gritting his teeth as he holds him down on the bed.
It’s lighthearted, grunted laughter slipping out between heavy breaths. But it’s also intense, in the way two men wrestling just inherently is.
Locking limbs and bulging muscles, so much power packed into each strained movement and kept from exploding outward only by the strength of the other. Like two stags connected by twisted antlers, they’re opposing forces keeping them firmly in place. It gives you the impression that if you were to be wedged in between them, they’d crush you. And that… excites you.
Bakugou hooks his legs around Kiri’s waist with a biting smile, muscles tensing as he tries to twist and buck him off – and the bigger man falters, almost flips over, but slams the blonde back down with a smile of his own.
“Get off me you fuckin’ brute!”
A breathless laugh from Kirishima, red hair shaking loose around his face. “Oh I’m a brute?”
“Yeah!” One of Bakugou’s hands slips free and he claps it around the back of Kiri’s neck, pulling him down until their foreheads are knocking together. “You are.”
And then there’s a shift, the energy suddenly heavy. No longer playful, but thick and serious. Wanton.
They’re panting, naked chests pressed together, expanding in time with each other. Bakugou huffs, his eyes flickering down to Kiri’s mouth. There’s a moment of anticipation, suspended and buzzing in the air, heating up until it starts to boil.
“All that hair dye’s gone right to your fuckin’ brain.” Bakugou’s voice is low, breath puffing against parted lips. Kirishima’s nose slides against his. “Made you a damn animal.”
“Whatever you say.”
And then they’re meeting in the middle, mouths coming together in a heated kiss. Kiri’s face pressing down, Bakugou’s chin lifting to chase after that pressure. The redhead’s tongue darts out, asks for entry at the seam of his partner’s lips. And the blonde gives it willingly, passionately, answering with an eager tongue of his own.
They kiss like that for a moment, hot and heavy, pushing and pulling, exploring each other’s mouths like new lovers and not like ones who have been here many times before. Their skin glistens and muscles ripple, tangled so tightly in each other that it’s almost hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. And you can only watch, feeling like you shouldn’t be — like a voyeur.
And that seems to make your whole body hot.
It’s almost like you’re watching through a screen, a slab of glass fogged over by your high and the haze of smoke, and the thick steam that is your own desire — until suddenly that screen is punctured, a hand reaching out through the fog. 
Kirishima pulls you into their orbit gently, but with a strength that makes you feel comfortable, like you can lean all the way into it and not float away. His hand cradles the side of your neck, coaxes you to come closer and kiss him. His lips are already wet and swollen, and they taste slightly different — an added sweetness you can’t quite place. Before you can think about it too long, another hand is redirecting you down, Bakugou stealing your lips away.
Wet sounds and pleasured sighs trickle through the air, you and Bakugou locked together hungrily as Kiri litters kisses down the smaller man’s chest. He takes his time running his tongue over the skin, sucking at it, tasting the sweat there — gratuitously, selfishly, knowing Bakugou won’t hurry him along like he usually does. Not with you tugging at this scalp and moaning into his mouth.
Kirishima is not a selfish lover, not by any means, but he’s also not wholly an angel. So he takes what he can get when he can get it. And right now that means taking advantage of the time he has, descending slowly. Slipping Bakugou’s briefs down his legs and running his lips along the scattered freckles on the insides of his thighs and hips. He could stay just like this, ruby eyes cast up to watch you both indulge in each other, while he indulges in the body beneath him.
But then he gets a little too eager, pushing Bakugou’s legs open wide and breathing a small “fuck…” at the sight of his hole before dipping down to taste it.
Bakugou breaks the kiss, gaze dragged down by the slick feeling of a tongue between his cheeks. His mouth falls open, face feverish as his hand moves to cup his balls, kneading them softly and holding them out of the way to give Kiri better access.
Kirishima’s tongue snakes out, big and thick just like the rest of him, and runs achingly slow over the little ring of muscle. Around and around in deliberate, wet circles. Then he’s drooling down onto it just to lap it back up with a wide, flattened tongue. His eyes flicker down, taking in the wet mess he’s already made before he dips the tip in, stuffs as much of the muscle as he can into the tight hole with a hungry groan. 
It’s a different kind of intimacy, watching them like this, and it fills your face with warmth and drips down your spine. Has your hand traveling absentmindedly between your legs to satiate the ache that’s returned there. The way Bakugou’s head falls back on the mattress, the way Kiri looks up at him with eyes that are both soft and yet sharply calculating — it’s different. You’ve never seen them like this, the way they were together far before you were ever in the mix, at least not at this level of vulnerability. And maybe it should make you feel jealous, or unsure of your place, but, truthfully, all you feel is a burning, unmitigated need.
You almost forget that you’re even there — physically there — until a big hand is cupping one of your tits, an arm hooking behind your back and pulling you close again. Propped up now on his elbow, Bakugou twists his body to peck at the side of your breast and squeeze the other in his palm. He laves his tongue over it, scrapes his teeth along it with a pant before sucking a bruise into the skin. His face is hot where it buries into you, his breath even hotter where it huffs out against the new, wet bloom of red. He looks up at you through heavy lids, brows pinching as Kiri licks sloppily at his fingers and pushes two in.
“Just gonna watch, y’little perv?”
You raise your brows at him, swipe your tongue over your lips. “Maybe– unless you’d like me to do something else.”
He nods down, towards where his cock sits oozing fresh precum onto his abdomen. “Come sit on it.”
You want to, your body’s aching for it, walls clenching at the thought of it stretching you out. You can imagine distinctly how it fills you, how it hits certain spots so perfectly. The memories alone making your stomach tight with need. But you narrow your eyes anyways and say, “that’s a funny way to ask.”
He smiles sleepily, and his eyes rove down your body — and Bakugou realizes, that he’s the weak one. Weak from the weed, weak from the way Kiri works him open, weak from the sight of your cunt wrapping so pretty around your fingers. But, somehow, in this moment, he’s comfortable in that weakness.
So he sucks at his teeth, closes his eyes for a moment before looking back up to you.
“I need you. Fuck– need’a feel your pussy on me.”
The please sits heavy in his eyes. He doesn’t say it, but you hear it nonetheless. 
You press forward, slot your mouth with his and let him wrap his arms around you to pull you onto him. Swinging your leg over his body, you come to rest atop him, hovering your hips over his just so until he’s growling in frustration and pulling you closer. Closer, he wants you closer – wants you both so much fuckin’ closer. So he hugs you against his sweat-dampened chest with strong arms, opens his knees wider and thrusts up to rub himself against you. 
The hot length of him sliding through your folds makes you gasp, and your body reacts on its own to grind back down on it. That’s all it takes to get it slippery, your pussy so wet already, leaking slick onto his skin and making it shine. 
With three fingers now stuffed knuckle-deep in Bakugou’s hole, Kirishima is getting impatient. His cock is so hard again that it hurts, throbbing in anticipation of feeling that elastic tightness currently gripping around his fingers. And now he’s watching you roll your hips back, seeing the evidence of how wet you are right there on the underside of Bakugou’s cock every time you roll them forward again. He’s squeezing his own cock at the sight, pushing his briefs down to free it so he can spit down on it.
You keep working yourself up, teasing yourself with slow grinds, letting the ridges of Bakugou’s hard cock stimulate your sensitive clit. His lips ghost against your jaw, teeth nipping lightly. “You want it?” He asks, breathy, just as worked up as you are. “Want my dick inside you?”
“Yes,” you feel him pant against your cheek, his cock pulse against your sex, “I want it so bad.”
“You want it so bad, put it inside you, then.”
Eagerly, you reach back behind you, wrap your fingers around his throbbing cock and swipe it through your folds once, twice, before slotting the tip at your entrance. Then, finally, you sink down.
There’s a resounding curse as your pussy starts to swallow Bakugou’s cock. 
From you, as you’re slowly filled to the brim with heat, his cock rigid and heavy as it makes room for itself inside you, the ache in your core finally soothed by the heady feeling of being completely full. 
From Bakugou, as your walls start to envelop him, quivering and squeezing around him, so snug and warm and wet that he can feel your arousal coating him and rolling down his balls. 
And from Kirishima, as he watches it all happen, sees the way you open up so eagerly for cock, the way your cunt gushes around it, the intrusion pushing your juices right out. The way it splits open and sucks in inch after inch after inch, until his cock has disappeared completely inside of you. 
Once you’re sitting all the way down, ass meeting skin, your clit resting against blonde curls, Kiri decides he can’t wait any longer.
You’re tipped forward as Bakugou’s legs are pushed open and back, and then you feel his breath hitch beneath you when Kiri’s dick begins to sink into him. 
“Oh— fuck—!” His jaw goes slack, eyes wide and brow furrowed, as he’s stuffed completely and utterly full of Kiri’s cock. It’s huge, a fact you know well, so you coo your encouragement into his skin, kiss down his jaw and the side of his neck with each reassuring whisper. 
“Ohh god, that’s so good,” Kiri sighs, eyes trained down to where his dick is being swallowed up, girth squeezed so tight it’s almost painful, “Takin’ me so, so well. Shit, so tight—“
The little, pink ring sucks him in deeper, stretching impossibly far around his thick cock. Kiri spits down on it, spreads it over his free length with his hand then pushes the fluid in with a shallow thrust. He does it again, slowly, answering each one of Bakugou’s choked groans with sweet, albeit equally choked words of praise. 
And you sit there, patiently, tasting Bakugou’s skin and scratching lightly at his scalp with his cock nestled inside you. 
The sensations are overwhelming — the impossible fullness in his ass, the delicious sting of Kiri working his cock in deeper and deeper. And the snug fit of your pussy around him, damp walls clenching every so often, like a warm, wet hug for his aching cock. His dick is jumping and tensing inside you, no doubt coating your insides with more and more sticky arousal with each careful push of Kiri’s hips.
And then Kirishima is finally buried to the hilt, balls meeting the tight muscle of his ass, and the long, low groan Bakugou lets out seems to vibrate right up your spine.
Kiri pulls out, the tight ring squeezing like a vice the whole way, and then slams back in.
“Fuck!” Bakugou’s face is pinched and flushed, sweat beading on his forehead when he pleads with you in a strained voice. “Need you to move. N-need you to ride me…” And this time he says it out loud, a hoarse and needy “Please.”
So you move for him, push your hips back on him so his cock is sliding slowly in and out of your pussy. It glides easily, so slippery with the mix of your juices and all the precum he was leaking right into you. You roll your hips steadily back and forth, back and forth, pulling pretty moans from Bakugou’s lips with each careful movement.
Strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down and hugging you close, and then a new set of hands is gripping your ass. Kiri pulls you open, squeezing hard as he watches the dick slide in and out of your wet pussy, watches your silky skin hug and drag every time you roll your hips up. 
He has the most perfect view of you creaming around Bakugou’s cock, making a mess of white that coats it and collects right around the base. It makes his mouth water — so he spits down on your ass, watches the glob drip onto your hole and down over the dick you’re impaled on. It mixes with the fluids there, makes it even wetter, messier.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Look at you…”  He murmurs, awe-struck, snapping his hips harder into Bakugou as his big hands push and pull on you, guiding you back and forth on another man’s dick. “Ride that dick, baby. So pretty… God damn, these holes are so pretty.”
“Y’like what you see, Red?” Comes your voice, sickeningly sweet as you smile over your shoulder at him.
“Mmm yeah, look so pretty stuffed with cock.” A smile of his own playing on his lips when he adds, “Both of you do.”
You send your hips back again, slowly, teasingly, and Kiri’s gaze drops back down to watch your pussy swallow Bakugou’s length. And right underneath that is Bakugou’s ass swallowing his length, over and over with each buck of his hips. Both holes so greedy, so wet and tight and eager for cock — the sight alone is overwhelming, downright pornographic, and Kiri feels his stomach tighten up with the tell-tale sign of his release—
So he pulls out, clenches his jaw and grips the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming so soon. “Shit, I almost…” He laughs, light and breathy, as he cards his other hand through his hair. “Just need a second.”
Fingers gripping your chin pull your attention back, Bakugou catching your mouth in a needy kiss before grinning up at you. The mist in his eyes has parted, nothing but fire outlining the deep, dilated black of his pupils.
His voice is quiet, but rough when he tells you, “‘m gonna fuck you now.”
You don’t have time to respond before you’re being flipped over. (Not that a response is needed. It wasn’t a question.)
You’re on your back once more, your legs being pushed open by hands cupped under your knees, Bakugou mounting you with a tongue swiping hungrily over his teeth. He slides his dick back inside you in one foul swoop, the head of his cock hitting your walls hard and knocking a shrill cry from your throat.
He’s so pent up from having you grind on him slowly, being a puddle underneath you despite aching with the animalistic need to pound you, that he just can’t hold back. He’s ruthless, needing to fuck you hard and fast and mean – and your pussy responds so beautifully, syrupy juices gushing out around his dick, practically spraying all over him with the force of his thrusts.
“God, this pussy’s so fuckin wet. So fuckin’ sloppy. All for me, yeah?”
Your staccato moans are the only answer you give – besides the loud squelch of your cunt when he buries himself to the hilt.
“Say it,” he spits, squeezing your face in his hands to force you to focus on him, “say it’s all for me.”
So you do — you chant it like a holy truth, with your eyes on him and your legs shaking. “All for you, it’s all for you!”
You’re rewarded with a more violent snap of his hips, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. “That’s. fucking. right.” He’s growling down at you, crazed, punctuating each word with a wet slap of skin.
“You like bein’ a little slut for us don’tcha, princess?” He drills you into the mattress, pinning both of your legs back, bending you painfully so he can fuck into you deeper. “Like bein’ my little cocksleeve?” 
All you can do is squeal, mind going blank as he bullies into you — so he answers for you, he knows the answer anyways. “Fuck yeah, you do.” Another hard thrust, and you’re sliding further up the bed. His hands hot, possessive when he drags you back. “Nasty little bitch — god, this pussy feels so fuckin’ good—“
But then he’s falling forward, being pushed forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of your head. He shoots a glare behind him, spits a “what the fuck” back at Kirishima, who has a hand braced on the blonde’s shoulder and his eyes cast down.
Kiri grabs hold of the smaller man’s hip, squeezing as he pushes into him, in turn pressing Bakugou further into you. A collective hiss echoes through the room.
Kiri is sheathed back inside him and, like a switch being flipped, Bakugou goes silent. His breaths are ragged, his eyes glazed. His hips still. 
Kirishima pulls out, then fucks back into him just once, making Bakugou’s cock reach even deeper inside of you with the force of his thrust.
“Don’t stop.” A firm command, punctuated by soft kisses to Bakugou’s back. “Keep fucking her.”
Bakugou grits his teeth, breathing a curse out between them, then sets his jaw hard with determination and rocks his hips again. And Kiri stays still, lets him fuck himself back on his cock.
The blonde pulls out and slams back in, over and over, harder and harder, resuming his brutal pace. He’s fucking into you feverishly, spearing himself on Kiri’s dick as he spears you with his, seesawing back and forth between the two. 
“Ohhh fuck… there you go, good boy.” A big hand appears, wrapping loosely around Bakugou’s throat, fingers gripping right under his jaw to tilt his head up and make his back arch. Not choking but possessing, commanding. Dominating. The blonde pants, eyes rolling back, hips moving faster as he succumbs to the will of the man deep in his ass — and he looks positively blissful doing it.
Kirishima leans in and presses a cheek to his temple, eyes dark and piercing as he grips his jaw tighter. “Keep going just like that. Make her cum for us.”
Then he turns his gaze down to you. “Be a good girl and play with your pussy while he fucks you.”
You’re quick to obey, fingers finding your clit to rub fast, harsh circles into it. You were already close, dangling right on the edge from Bakugou’s rough treatment. And now the way your boyfriend is looking at you, looming over you both in a way that’s so different than you’ve ever seen him — you’re practically boiling over with desire.
Bakugou keeps fucking you, hard and deep, caught in between the heat of your cunt and the stretch of Kiri’s dick, and the sounds he’s making are downright sinful. Grunts and whines and broken curses that meld together in his mouth, sometimes spilling right over your lips, sometimes being swallowed by Kiri as his face is turned back by a hand on his jaw. He’s taken Kirishima’s cock before, and he’s given you his, but both at the same time has his eyes rolling so far up into his head that he can’t see straight.
He looks totally wrecked, completely fucked out, glassy-eyed and flushed and panting like a dog — it’s egging you on, making you rub your engorged nub faster as you feel pleasure winding tightly in your core.
And Kiri sees it on your face, so he brings his lips closer to Bakugou’s ear. His voice like cocoa, dripping dark and sweet.
“Want you to tell me when you feel her cumming, Katsuki. Tell me when you feel her gush on your dick.”
And something about that – being talked about like you’re not there, like you’re just a toy being shared, or a precious little pet being played with – makes the tether in you suddenly snap.
You do gush, hard, shrill chants of “ohmygod, ohmygod” and “yes, yes, yes” joining the chorus of wet sounds as you cum on Bakugou’s dick. His eyes go wide in realization before they’re rolling back, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He groans long and low at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, leaking more and more slick that he fucks right out of you with each stroke. 
“Ohhh fuck— I feel it—! She’s so, f-fucking tight. So wet.”
Kirishima smiles, big and wicked, then reaches out to grab hold of your hips before plowing forward. 
He pounds hard and fast into Bakugou, big hands wrapped around your hips for leverage, trapping him between you. Each thrust is an explosive chain reaction — Kiri fucking into Bakugou, forcing Bakugou to fuck into you. You’re caged underneath the blonde, his forearms on the bed and his chest pressed to yours, his eyes squeezed shut as Kiri gives him every thick, rigid inch like a man possessed.
It’s merciless, the way Kirishima is manhandling you both, the mattress squeaking and the headboard thudding against the wall. And it’s hot, all of you damp with sweat, two hulking forms crowded over you and making you feel like a small animal caught in a trap. 
Your head digs back into the cushion, back arching off the bed, fingers scratching mindlessly at the sheets as you’re fucked into oblivion. You’re given no chance to come down from your high, everything so swollen and sensitive as your orgasm is prolonged past the point of sanity. 
Bakugou is so deep inside you, reaching so far up into your cunt that you swear you can feel him in your throat. Every pull has him dragging deliciously against your walls, and every push has him carving out the space again, his tip hammering right into your sweet spot like a pleasurable punch to the gut. You scream, babble incoherently about how deep he is, how it’s too much, how you can’t take it.
And Bakugou echoes you, voice hoarse and face pinched.
“Fuck— W-wait— if you keep— I’m g-gonna—“
Kiri shushes him, kisses his shoulder, coos so sweetly as he continues his relentless assault on both of your holes. “Take it a little longer, baby. Doin’ so good, so fuckin’ good for me.”
“Fuck , Ei—!“
“Go ahead.” Sweat rolls down his temple, red hair sticking to his forehead. He cranes his neck down, watches Bakugou’s ass swallow him up with a groan. “Cum for us. Do it inside her. Let it all out in that pussy.”
You’re practically brainless at this point, wet and warm and perfectly pliant underneath them, but Kiri’s filthy command brings you back down to earth. You hook your arms around Bakugou’s shoulders, as if he can be anymore trapped, and plead breathlessly for his cum.
“Please! Give it to me, please—!”
His eyes open, fiery red reappearing from behind his lids as he takes in the desperate, fucked out look on your face. He feels his balls tighten, stomach tingling — aching to give you exactly what you want. “Fuck, you want it? Want this load in your cunt?”
You nod furiously, open your legs up wider, wanting him deeper. “Fill me up, Kats. I want it— want it so fucking bad.”
A loud curse and another hard thrust, and his own hips start matching Kiri’s rhythm, chasing the slippery drag of your walls. You’re so tight around him, almost like your body knows what’s coming and is trying to milk it right out of him. 
“God damn— I’m gonna cum, gonna dump it all so deep inside you.” He burrows his face in your neck, his voice shaky and vibrating against your skin. “Fuck, take it— take all my fuckin’ cum—!”
Burying himself to the hilt, he gives it to you, shoots it all out against your walls, his dick pulsing so hard with each thick rope that you can feel it. It’s warm, flooding your insides with heat that spills out around his cock and trickles down your ass in hot, gooey trails.
And Kirishima feels it too, his cock caught in a vice-like grip as the muscles around it contract. He can barely move, sucked in by Bakugou’s orgasm, but each twitch and squeeze feels so unbelievably good — he throws his head back and lets the pleasure wash over him, pumping his cum right into that tight, needy hole. And then he pulls out, fists his cock wildly and shoots the rest of it out onto Bakugou’s ass. 
The redhead is panting as he strokes the last bit of cum from his tip, grabbing a handful of the blonde’s taut cheek to pull him open and watch the mess of white dribble from his loosened hole. There’s so much of it, oozing out in thick globs over his balls, dripping down to mix with the cum slipping out of you and coating his dick. “Such a mess…” he chuckles under his breath as he shifts out of the way enough for Bakugou to roll off of you.
But then a rough hand is tangling in his hair, pulling the redhead down towards your used up pussy as warm cum continues to seep out of it. Bakugou’s face comes right up to his, nose to cheek, with a nasty grin splitting his lips open.
“Then clean it up.”
Kirishima’s face is pushed down between your legs, and you gasp at the sudden contact of his mouth. His tongue is downright greedy as it laps the bittersweet cum from your folds, and you’re so sore and sensitive that you immediately whine and try to scoot away.
Two muscular arms hook tightly around your thighs, Kiri pulling you back in and looking up at you with big, pleading eyes. “Stay still, baby, please,” his tongue darts out again, groaning low at the taste, “gonna clean you right up, ok?”
“S-so sensitive—!”
“I know, baby girl, I know. Just let me…” But he can’t finish his thought, lashes fluttering as he continues licking up the cum from your entrance. The mix of you and Bakugou swirls around on his tastebuds, makes him dizzy with desire. He extends his tongue, drags it all the way up from your ass, letting it dip into your slit and collect more of the mixture for him to hungrily swallow.
It’s filthy, watching your boyfriend eat another man’s cum out of you like he’s starving for it — and you’re already so sensitive, your clit engorged and your folds swollen from friction. A thick finger pushes inside you, sinking knuckle deep to scoop more cum out of you, and your back arches high off the bed.
“Ohhhh— ohmygod fuck!”
Bakugou is right behind Kiri, watching with low eyes and a snarling smile. He pushes the bigger man’s face harder into you, laughs meanly when you gasp.
“What was that shit you told me?” He rasps, craning his neck down to talk in Kirishima’s ear. “Tell me when you feel her gush.”
It’s like a game between them, and you’ve somehow become the ball.
There’s an excited glint in Kiri’s eyes when he opens them again to stare up at you, plunging another finger into you and curling them hard as he latches his lips onto your clit. You writhe in the sheets, bucking and squirming as you’re overstimulated. But Kiri keeps you firmly in place, holding you down like it’s nothing with a thick arm barred over your hips, and quickly brings you back to the edge.
But this time is different, your insides so swollen from the beating they’d gotten, so sensitive from your last mind-numbing orgasm, so responsive to the beckoning curl of his big fingers… You feel it, the intense build of pressure, and your eyes go wide, pleas to wait and hold on tumbling from your lips as your body curls in on itself. But Kiri just keeps going, grunts his encouragement onto your clit as he sucks and licks it, flexes his forearm as he fucks you even harder on his fingers — and you fall right apart with a scream and a rush of fluids.
“Ohh shit!” Bakugou laughs as Kiri pulls his face away. 
The redhead braces a hand on your abdomen and pushes down to keep you still, then hooks his fingers into you, moving his arm hard to attack that spongy spot and fuck more squirt out of you. It sprays violently out of your cunt as you scream, showering them both in your essence, so much that it drips down their bare chests and soaks the sheets.
Bakugou slaps at your clit as you come down, laughs again when you buck up involuntarily. “Now that’s a fuckin’ mess.”
They’re both glistening, Kiri’s face dripping, droplets of your cum snaking down their stomachs. It’s nasty, everything muggy and wet and covered in somebody’s cum.
And you all look downright blissful about it, panting heavy and smiling like cats that got all of the cream.
Bakugou reaches out, kisses Kirishima hard and licks the taste of you off his mouth. Then he’s pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours, passing the sweetness on to you.
“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”
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peach-filth · 1 year
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Hawks x Reader smut short
1029 words, fem!reader
tw: dacryphilia, teasing, rough sex, spitting
It’s always the most beautiful thing to him, something he feels privileged to watch, feels his chest swell with pride when you’re writhing under him with that look on your face. Your skin flushed and hot to the touch, your eyes barely open and glazed, mouth wide and tongue stuck out for him. You’re whining and begging and squirming under him, pleading for more, for something. He feels impossibly hard inside of you, but he isn’t moving and it’s killing you.
“Please, sir,” You breathe, so close to tears. “Please, please, just— just please, fuck, God.” You’re too fucked out to think, having cum twice already and almost, almost been brought to a third peak. He pulses inside of you at the fruitless whines and grins, raking his hands down your sides to pull your hips to him so you cry out. Tears now fall freely down your cheeks and you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Ah-ah,” Keigo tuts above you, caressing your cheek so sweetly that you lean into his touch without thinking. You open your eyes and look up at him oh so prettily through wet lashes. His hand trails down your cheek to your chin and he presses his thumb into the flesh of your bottom lip. You open without hesitation, eagerly lapping at the digit that’s found it’s home in your mouth. You suck and nip and whine and God he almost loses it. Almost. “Pretty birdie,” he coos sweetly as he watches you drool over his thumb. “Sweet, messy thing.”
“Keigo…” You gasp around him, your face so wet, so filthy as you look at him with such unabashed want in your eyes. That’s when he loses it, his composure. Something in the pit of his gut just crackles and he can’t help himself. The sounds you start making when he finally starts pounding into you again are just the cherry on top to him. He has your hips lifted, your legs wrapped around him, and the grip he has on you is so hard that you think it might bruise.
“Dove,” He says softly but firmly, grabbing your chin again and tipping your head toward him. He leans down so he’s hovering right over you, still driving his cock as deep into you as he can manage like this, and you aren’t sure you can take it. “Open up.” Oh. You stick your tongue out again for him, shuddering as he spits right onto it. You let it roll down the muscle, to the back of your throat, and make a show of swallowing for him. You must have done good because he groans, leaning back and bringing both hands down to your ass, pulling you against him harder. One of them snakes its way around to where the two of you connect and starts playing with your clit, sending sparks up your spine. Your tummy twists and you arch your back to lean into his touch, crying at him that it’s too much sir oh my God. He just goes faster. Goes harder, rougher, until your precious little cunt is spasming around him, almost sending him hurtling off the edge as well. Almost.
He lets you ride out your high on his cock, lets you gather yourself and catch your breath before hauling you off of him and onto your knees by the bed. You look up at him with a dazed expression while he swings his legs off to rest on either side of you. He sits above you, cock in hand, looking down at you with a need in his eyes that makes you shiver. He looks like a greek God like this, his wings spread a little and his expression filled with lust and love and want.
“Go ahead, birdie,” He sighs, head thrown back the second your tongue drags its way across the length of his cock. He fists one hand in the sheets, the other in your hair, as you lap and suck and bob your head on him. Your face is still such a mess, he notices. You’re sticky with tears and sweat and drool, eyes glazed over and he can tell how fucked out you are, how exhausted. But you’re still getting him off so well, the good girl you are. He lets out a choked noise when your nose hits his pelvis, your throat constricting around him and again, almost bringing him to the edge. His grip on your hair tightens and he ruts his hips up into you, his eyes twisted shut and his expression almost apologetic. But you hum against him encouragingly, bobbing your head faster, going deeper again and again until he can’t help the push of his hips.
He swears even after he cums, he could go again after seeing you on your knees in front of him, face slick and dripping with his cum. You swallow it like a good girl and look up at him with pride in your eyes, not paying any mind to the stickiness of your chin and your neck until he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bath.
He washes your face for you carefully, cheeks pressed between large palms, nose scrunched and eyes closed. You let him hold you against him and comb shampoo into your hair with his fingers, melting into the feeling of his nails on your scalp. You let him wash every inch of you, well past whining about being able to do it yourself. You know he loves taking care of you, and thoroughly, too. If it makes him happy, you’d concede almost anything. So you relax into his touch as he hums a familiar song to you and scrubs your body clean, sure to apologize for every bruise he sees. You never mind them, you always reassure him. You have to tell him so, hold his face in your hands and tell him that it’s okay, or he’ll feel guilty about it until they go away.
When the two of you crawl into bed together, you cradled against his chest, he kisses the crown of your head and tells you that he loves you.
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Sleuths & Syndicates
Part 3
Mafia Boss! Shigaraki x fem!reader
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˚✧₊⁎ find Part 1 & Part 2 here ⁎⁺˳✧༚
~MDNI~
Being Tomura Shigaraki’s captive becomes easier once you stop fighting it. Before, he’d leave you bound and gagged for hours, days, unconcerned with your wellbeing. Only consumed with having your body available for him whenever the urge struck him. He’d fall asleep nuzzling your breasts, his cold legs entangled with your immobile ones. For weeks, the only people you’d see besides him were the cleaning staff who seemed assiduously oblivious to your existence even as you screamed for help. But you saw how soft he’d get when you were pliant, and your will to survive made you use it to your advantage no matter how much you hated yourself for it.
He was observant. Knew just how to get a reaction out of you. Weeks of having you tied up and unable to stop him or squirm away from his prying fingers and tongue had let him learn exactly what made you tick. Things you hadn’t even known about yourself. He made you feel good. So if you forgot everything about the world outside of that room, about who you were, things weren’t so bad. He kept you fed and made you cum and only hurt you if you displeased him – or if he felt like it.
When you’ve both grown more familiar your situation, he gradually gives you more liberty. You’re allowed to move freely within his mansion, although he’s strengthened the guard. You don’t often ask for things but when you do, Tomura makes sure you get them.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Sunny? You just had bubble tea yesterday,” he rolls his eyes. But he doesn’t send one of his men. He gets it himself on his way back home so he can see the stars in your eyes when he hands you the cup. “Whadya say, brat?” And here’s why you have him wrapped around your finger. You know he’d be happy with a sweet “thank you, Don” and a blowjob, but you don’t need him happy. If you are to survive – to escape someday – you need him absolutely enraptured.
So you make sure he reads the sin in your eyes before you ask him if he’d like a taste. And when he takes the bait, quirking an eyebrow, you pop the seal and let the milky liquid pour slowly over your mouth, neck, and breasts, drenching the shirt you’re wearing until the fabric is sheer and stuck to your nipples. It’s almost endearing how his jaw hangs open – or it would be, were he not the devil himself. But you channel your hatred into lust and guide him by the back of his neck to your mouth, letting him lap up the sweet drink. His tongue runs up along the column of your neck before he lowers his head further to suck greedily at your tits through the shirt. The feel of his tongue with the added texture of the wet fabric has you moaning above him, raking your nails against his scalp.
And because he’s feeling extra generous, he turns you around and gives you his solid thigh to ride from behind while he teases your nips, head bent over your shoulder, with slow licks and quick twists between his fingers. Despite yourself, you’re coming undone so quickly, the feel of his hard thigh under pressed trousers somehow giving you what you need. Heel lifted, he pulses his leg up and down in time with the rocking of your hips and you’re so close, already feeling the tiny contractions coming when he suddenly pushes you off of him, making you fall to the floor on all fours.
“No, please!” You wail, hips thrusting uselessly into nothing, chasing your lost orgasm.
“I thought the bubble tea was for you, pet. Not me,” he smirks. His pants are around his ankles when you turn to face him and he’s found the half-empty cup, tilting it over his throbbing erection. “Don’t you want it?”
You give him what he wants – a messy blowjob worthy of a porno, wondering if your little act was all for nothing. He’s seconds away from cumming when you decide to risk your life for some petty revenge. You lift your head, gasping for air, but instead of swallowing him right back down your throat, you stay put, panting on his flushed cock, just out of reach.
“F-fuck! Sunny-nnghh!” Tomura roars, legs quivering. But instead of grabbing your head and violently fucking your face like you expected, he’s whimpering beneath you, begging, and then you’re both gaping at each other in equal surprise. Tentatively, you reach for the restraints that would usually hold your wrists and his ruby eyes follow you, a slew of emotions reflected in them clear as day. He’s a little frightened but also very hopeful.
Straddling his torso, you tie his right hand to the bedpost and then his left, kissing him slow and tender in between. He’s an absolute wreck and you haven’t even started yet. You’ve never done anything like this before, wouldn’t even know what “edging” is but with how responsive Shigaraki is, it comes to you naturally. With kitten licks and slow strokes of your fingertip, you bring him right to the edge of release before backing away and letting him cool off, over and over and over again. And when he moans, you can’t help but moan with him. You’re enjoying this, too. Your pussy aches with need. You want to ride him, and when you ask him if he can hold off his orgasm til you say so, he huffs a drunken laugh.
“Sorry, Sunshine. Don’t think I can hold it if you so much as breathe on my dick right now. What’s wrong?” he adds, seeing the frown on your face. Then he growls. “Fuck, don’t tell me this is turning you on that much, my sick little pet. C’mere.”
When you just look at him confused, he clarifies, “come sit on my face. Use me to get yourself off ’slong as you want, baby.” He’s panting hard, voice raspier than usual, cock twitching helplessly. Something inside you snaps.
You’re bracing yourself with your forearms against the wall, riding Shigaraki’s tongue as he eats you out like his life depends on it. His arms strain against the ropes, corded muscles bulging. You’re cumming for the second time, slick and spit dripping down his face and he’s groaning like he’s in agony but can’t stop lapping you up for even a second, even though you’re whimpering and backing away from the overstimulation.
Suddenly one of the restraints snaps, and in the back your head you’re furious – how often you’d have given anything for one of those ropes to snap when it was you tied up – but you’re somewhat blissed out, mid-orgasm and caught off guard when Shigaraki uses his free arm to topple you so you’re on your back, head hanging off the side of the mattress with his arms now holding both your thighs open for him and his mouth free to continue its assault on your cunt.
His lips close over your swollen clit, suckling on it hard. You scream, hands fisting and tangling in his fluffy, white hair. Two thick fingers stretch you out and pump into you, easily finding your most sensitive spot and you’re cumming all over again, legs shaking uncontrollably and sparks going off in your head. You’re pulled back fully onto the mattress by your throat and his fingers are quickly replaced by his cock and fuck he’s so damn hard you’ve never felt him this thick before. He’s not fucked you so rough since before you became “Sunny” but you love it and you’re so grateful when he spills his seed inside you but still keeps going, fucking it deeper into you. You’re begging him not to stop, and he’s eager to oblige.
It takes a while, but when you’re both worn out, clean and curled up in bed, Tomura is sweet and gentle. He’s got you tucked into his side, head resting on his chest, hand carding through your hair while the tv throws dim, flickering blue light over an otherwise dark room. He kisses the top of your head.
“I love you, Sunny,” he murmurs, and you’re just about far gone enough to almost feel as if this could be a normal relationship. Almost.
“Fuckin’ love you so god damn much. What did I do to deserve you, hm?”  
You curl up further into yourself, and to Shigaraki, it feels like a hug.
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dabislittlemouse · 8 months
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I’m not sorry for this
To celebrate taking over the plf, the men from the league of villains decided to “reward” themselves, with you being their prize.
Which is how you found yourself in a orgy with five of the members.
Dabi is beneath you, his arms wrapped around your waist, licking and sucking your tits while you bounce your pussy on his cock. Behind you, Shigaraki pounds into your ass, both hands spanking and groping each cheek. In front of you, Compress fucks your mouth, one hand gently holding your head up by your hair while the other massages his sack for extra stimulation. On your right side, you hold Twice’s cock in your hand, rubbing his shaft until his head is thrown back, groaning in pleasure. On your left, you do the same with Spinner, and he whimpers when you stroke his tip with your thumb. After every orgasm, they all switch places and manhandle you in different positions. You’re covered in so much sweat and cum that you don’t know which is yours or theirs. You’ve lost count of how many rounds you’ve had.
You’re so stuffed and full that you can barely concentrate, too lost in the ecstasy of having all your holes filled. You love being used like this, being the league’s personal cocksleeve, being stretched out and overstimulated until you’re a fucked out, cum-drunk mess. You know you’ll be sore in the morning but when you’re this high on sex, the consequences don’t matter to you.
You belong to them, and your body is theirs to do with as they please ❤️
I can’t fucking breathe-
ANON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ON THESE LATE NIGHT HOURS BRO
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Omg I need more of this, first threesome and now orgy? You guys are the WORSTT ASOAJSKANSKANSOAKS
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chargeeboltz · 1 year
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denki headcanons <3 (nsfw 18+ mdni)
denki who will hold you whilst watching possibly the most scary movie he knows, who will gently rub circles on your hips and soothe you after every well-timed jumpscare.
denki who will slowly pull your body flush against his every time you try to wriggle closer, instead of letting you bury your face in his chest.
denki who somehow manoeuvres you into his lap during one of the less scary moments in the movie, and spends the next few minutes ‘adjusting’ beneath you.
denki who gets more and more needy as you jump and writhe on his lap, who will gasp into your ear and whimper as subtly as he can.
denki who caves and begs for you, his dick hard against your ass in his lap, who begs so pretty for you to hurry up and touch him.
denki who blames you, even though it was all his idea, and he just couldn’t keep calm underneath you - not when your hand twists in such a way that his vision goes white and he chokes on a desperate moan of your name.
denki who, when his focus is back on the movie, jumps with you at every jumpscare, because he’s a coward too.
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dcsiremc · 3 months
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ok ok ok. here’s a boatload of shiggy brainrot (sry). i know a ton of people characterize shiggy as subby bc he lacks maturity (thanks, trauma) and maybe he is. however.
dom!shiggy, who’s definitely immature but loves being in control, has been rotting my brain for a hot minute. imo he’d probably murder you if you tried to call him daddy (tho i’ll hear different opinions on that), but he loves the idea of being called sir and having a pretty girl at his feet or under his desk while he games. he wants other people to hear you choking on his cock bc that means he’s wanted and other people will know it, too. he gets weak thinking about some pretty person (any gender tbh) falling apart underneath him. he’s a huge fan of cockwarming, free use, and orgasm denial bc he wants to decide if you cum. you should be happy he’s not turned you to dust, why does it matter if you haven’t cum in a week even tho he’s used you every day? but when you do, he’s either gonna fuck you, or if you whine too much, he’ll hold a wand to you until he thinks you’ve cum enough times to hold you over for a while. 😵‍💫
but also my sub/switch shiggy hcs are goin brrrr rn. i’ll save that for another day. 😵‍💫
yes i love him. i think he’d be so mean as a dom. and not even like sadist (tho…he is. but also he likes pain himself) ?? but i’m thinking bully, like when a boy likes a girl in school so he pulls on her pigtails, holds stuff out of her reach etc.
he just likes seeing you pouty. he likes tears. he likes begging. he thinks its so fucking cute. he likes to smack you around, likes to hold power over you any way he can.
and honestly thanks to how he grew up, he kinda sees you as more of a plaything than a partner. but you’re /his/ toy, god help anyone who tried to come between you two.
uh but yeah….subby shiggy is also a heavy brainrot
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strbymacaroon · 2 years
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❀𖧷 Sweet Intoxication 𖧷❀
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❀𖧷 Hawks x Reader Pairing 𖧷❀
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❀ This is part 2 to Sweet Oblivion! Read P.1 Here
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❀ Synopsis:
After the little night shared between Keigo and Y/n, the two seem to find themselves entranced. Keigo a little more than he’d like to admit. To the point where… he wouldn’t mind making a point to his sister in a very sinful manner.
❀ Genre:
College AU, no quirks, drug dealer/Frat boy Hawks kinda, etc.
❀ Content warning:
Scummy Hawks/somewhat fluffy, practically pure smut/Somewhat plot, filth, drug use, oral receiving and giving, tummy bulge, kissing, exhibition, voyeurism, dirty talk, degradation/praise, unprotected sex, masturbation, cream pie, etc.
(Not proofread, sorry!)
❀ Word Count:
24.4k words!
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Wind softly pushed your hair back. You leaned your cheek on the dashboard. Looking outside the passenger window. Pushing the button to make the window go up and down. 
Keigo passed you a glance, noticing the way you were shaking slightly. Keigo smiled at you, “Don’t worry, everyone will love you.” He put a hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair. “Just like I do.” You blinked at the road, a small pout on your lips. 
You hated parties. 
“I know, but I’m still-“ 
“Don’t worry, Y/n.” He reassured, annoyed by the amount of times he had said it. “You’ll be fine.” You noticed how he said it through grit teeth. Making you pull up the window all the way. 
You quinted your eyes, biting your bottom lip and slowly nodding your head. Leaning on the car window and sighing, “Okay, fine.” You said in defeat. “I trust you.” You meekly whispered. You looked outside, watching as trees passed by. 
Why did you even agree to come? You didn’t even like parties. 
You thickly swallowed when you knew you arrived at the house. A few young and clothless women sitting down on the lawn. Two people making out on the patio, a few friends conversing, and the everlasting sound of bass booming some random song. You turned away from the window, looking at your phone. Trying to distract yourself. 
You could feel the eruption of butterflies in your stomach. A feeling which you actually hated. However, it was something you had to get used to once you and Keigo officially started dating. 
Keigo parked the car, removing the key and turning to you. Seeing how you were playing with the fabric of your skirt.
This made him deeply inhale, leaning his head back for a second. Then, moving his golden eyes to you, “Y/n.” 
You turned to him, sweet, big, and innocent eyes staring into his eyes. “I promise, you’re going to like it.” He slowly said, “You’re with me.” He gave you an iconic smile, dimples prominent and motivating. 
You just huffed, turning away from him. “And, this won’t be like last time?..” You practically whispered, looking away from him.
Kiego took a moment to respond, his mouth opening then closing. Taking in a deep breath and trying to phrase his words perfectly. “Last time.. Last time was an accident.” He slowly moved his hand to your thigh, giving a reassuring squeeze. “And, after she tried doing that, I shoved her into a pool.” 
You looked back at him, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile and giggle. Nodding your head and pressing your glossy lips together. 
However, that feeling disappeared. “Hawks.” You softly said. 
He hated when you called him that. 
You opened your mouth, pausing before softly speaking. “If anything like that happens…” You bit your lip, slightly bothered to say it, but you forced it out. “..I’m- I’m leaving.” 
“You didn’t bring a car, yo-“ 
“I’ll get an Uber.” You said, big sparkly eyes trained on him. Your voice is sharp despite its soft tone. It caught Kiego off guard. 
It had been close to eight months since the two of you first slept together. And it had been close to six months since the two of you officially started dating. 
Which, you don’t even know how the two of you had lasted that long. It seemed like the only good thing about your relationship was the sex. Sure, the two of you weren’t bickering every day or had absolutely nothing in common. It’s just, it felt like there wasn’t really a romantic connection. 
It kinda hurt your feelings. 
And if anything, it felt like you were holding Keigo back from getting with other women. It felt like the relationship you had with him was a chore for Keigo. Something he had to constantly worry about, when he really didn’t want to. 
Almost as if the only thing holding him back from hooking up with other women was.. he didn’t want to deal with the argument that would ensue between the both of you. And, it hurts. Really bad. 
However, -despite how timid you came off- you always made sure to voice this. 
Despite your kind and slightly reserved nature- you didn’t let him do anything disrespectful to you or your relationship with him. If you felt he was rude or just stupid with emotions, you’d leave. The amount of times you’ve left him on read, threaten to call quits, or even just blocked him on everything was- insane. (Of course, it was always a tear filled experience every time you did so.)
It was only of the things that surprised Keigo once the two of you started dating. 
No matter what, you’ve always noticed Keigo’s questionable behavior towards women. Actually, you’ve gone as far to call him out on it. Called him an attention whore, despite claiming you would never use foul language in your life. (It made you feel dirty.)
Women and Keigo’s action was the reason for many of your disagreements. Of course, you’re still too sweet and kind about it. Despite putting up boundaries and requests you were always extremely sensitive and emotional. Tears brimming your eyes and falling with every word you threw at him. Explaining why his actions hurt or just weren’t… okay. 
 Keigo brought the worst out of you. 
The two of you adored each other, yes.
You two adored the interactions you had together, yes.
Loved the moments you shared together, yes.
Loved the sex, yes.
And it hurt Keigo to see you cry, yes. 
But damn, you were the only person who didn’t put up with Keigo’s bullshit. Which sucked, because you were the only person who he wanted to put up with his bullshit. And, that’s just not you. 
Still…
There were still moments where he wished he just broke it off with you, but he learned to get over those moments. He learned to calm down and express his emotions. Learn to communicate with you and talk about the situation. To help better explain what happened and how next time it could be avoided. 
Geez, look at him! Being a good boyfriend for you!
Of course, it always ended the same way- you lied down on his bed or backseat of his car, looking at him with doe eyes as he fucked your mouth. Legs spread as he split you open with his cock. His tongue licking away the salty tears that fell down your face as you babbled about how good his cock was. 
It was your way of rewarding his good behavior. A way of showing him, talking about emotions and misunderstandings was a good thing. Praising him for speaking to you respectfully and kindly. Your perfect smile and eyes giving him validation. A positive thing. 
So, was he doing it for a good reason?... Debatable. 
But, he was still communicating! And, that’s better than nothing! You surely appreciated both things!
Still… Keigo wasn’t perfect. He still had moments where he’d just shut you up in a different way, rather than communicating. Because, if there was one thing that could make you quiet- it was your lust for Keigo. 
You smiled at Keigo, tilting your head to the side and patting his shoulder. “Okay?” You meekly said, voice slightly embarrassed by bringing it up. 
Unfortunately. This was one of those moments. 
Kiego felt his eye twitch before his hand left your thigh and grabbed your cheeks. Bringing you close to his face and giving you a sadistic smile, his eyes dilated and wide. Trained on you. 
Your eyes were wide, open and darting all over him. Your face is heated up and confused. Then, without second thought he was forcing you into a kiss. You tensed, letting out a small squeak. Fingers flexing as you jumped, trying to pull back only to meet his other hand pressed to the back of your neck. 
Hawks noticed, smiling into the kiss and tilting his head. Keeping his golden eyes open and trained on you, watching the way your shoulders slowly dropped. He just forced you into a deeper kiss. His eyebrows knitting together, eyes sharpening. Watching your every move. 
You gasped, giving Keigo the advantage of inside your mouth. He pushed forward, forcing you back. Swirling his tongue around yours, the small metal bead inside cooling your tongue. Soon enough, your eyebrows knit together, your lashes fluttering closed. Moaning as his hand went into your hair. 
You tilted your head to the side, feeling your body melt into his. Your hands tensed then relaxed reaching for his shirt. Trying to stabilize yourself.  A small moan of satisfaction leaving your occupied lips, “Mhm.” 
Keigo smiled, closing his eyes and enjoying the kiss himself. Feeling as you slowly started to become desperate. Yet, Keigo didn’t give in. He kept the kiss to his pace. Slow and hot. Tongue following yours teasingly.
He pulled away, a small string of saliva snapping as he did so. Keigo gave you a charming smile, taking his hand off you and leaving the other on your neck. Slowly sliding it to your cheek as you tried catching your breath. He tilted his head up, looking down at you with a cocky smile. Then, slapping your cheek gently before speaking. “There you go! Good for you to loosen up.” He reached for the car handle, but felt you grab his wrist. 
“Kei, I’m being serious here.” You leaned over the center conceal, tilting your head and smiling at him innocently. That smile that Keigo loves all too much. “Don’t make me feel like a dummy.” You scrunched your nose cutely, then let go of his hand. Pressing a strand of hair behind your ear. 
Keigo swallowed, blinking at you and fixing his sleeve. Feeling his character slip for a second, because he knew- you were being dead serious. He tried covering up with a nod and charming smile, but you were already looking away from him. Looking outside the window and waiting for him to open the door for you. 
Keigo nodded his head, pushing the door open and walking to your side of the car. Opening the door and standing in front of you. Giving you some privacy once exiting the vehicle. He didn’t want you flashing your panties at random horny boys. 
You slid out of the car, cautious of your skirt. (Which wasn’t even covering anything, to be honest.) Then grabbing onto Keigo, giving him a sweet smile and letting him assist you on getting out of the vehicle. He shut the door, looking at you and smiling. 
A fake smile, but a smile nonetheless. 
It took him a moment, but he finally did muster the courage to speak. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this.” 
You looked at him, tilting your head. Eyes shiny and squinted at him accusingly. “Do what?” You pressed. 
He smiled at you. Pulling you in by your waist. Having you pressed directly to his side. Keigo was bent down slightly, so he could press his cheek to yours. “I’ve always wanted to have a little puppy by my side while I sell candy.” 
You blinked at him innocently, slowly nodding your head. Looking forward and pressing your lips together. You learned to accept Keigo was a drug dealer. However, you couldn’t help but feel out of place when he spoke or sold them. Talking about carts or amounts. You could never wrap your head around it. Nevertheless, Keigo still loved to have you around when he sold them.
Hawks always loved the idea about having his little play thing with him while he sold stuff. Showing off another thing people wanted yet, couldn’t have. Yet, he never did. 
Wait, let me correct myself. 
Hawks had never found anyone to do it with. It was always a matter of no one met up to his standards. Every girl he even considered, has always been at least used somehow. Whether that be because someone’s slept or dated her. He didn’t want that. 
He wanted someone innocent and untouched. Someone no one knew or heard.  Someone no one had. Something just for him and him alone. Something for him to show and tell, like a little trophy. A cute, slutty, trophy of course! 
And then, there you were. 
A pretty little thing made just for him. 
Of course, you fit his expectations perfectly. You had a few imperfections, like constantly bickering at him. But, Hawks still adored you. Far more than he’d like to admit. Even if you were up his ass about his actions and women.
Still, he loved you. 
But, that didn’t matter right now. What did, was selling all the candy on him. And, he really needed to do that. 
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Hawks was… irritated, to say the least. 
The loud music, random people, most of all- Victoria. Hawks couldn’t stand her around friends, let alone around you. Victoria did everything in her power to jab at you. Considering how hung up she was about Hawks. 
And, it was proving to be difficult when you didn’t even know what she was doing was supposed to be bad. How she was purposfully trying to get under your skin for fucking the man she wanted. 
For example;
Trying to give you alcohol, making fun of you when you refused, recalling her and Hawks sexy affairs, calling you adorable, (in a degrading manner) speaking to you in a baby tone, and asking if you’ve done drugs. Then, making fun of you when you said you weren’t much of a fan of them. 
All of which happened in close to an hour. 
Yet, none of it was getting to you. You just had an adorable smile while you happily spoke to her. Making her look like an idiot and asshole. While everyone was absolutely adoring you with every breath you took.
Maybe that was adding to Hawks’ irritation. The fact that you were getting way more attention than he was. With every word and movement you made. Somehow everyone’s eyes were trained on you. Hanging onto every word you were saying. 
The way a crowd of people were listening to every word that left your mouth. Small giggled and “Yeah! I’m a student here!”! While you took sips of your pink lemonade. 
Actually, that part didn’t bother Hawks all that much. What did..
Was men openly talking about how they would fuck you. Trying to get your number or socials. Worst of all, they did it directly in front of Hawks. Like, they were trying to bother him. Actually, they were trying to bother him. 
Of course, you’re an Angel. Quite oblivious to the situation and refusing all their advances and repeating like a broken record- ‘I’m currently in a relationship with Keigo!’ With a cute and innocent smile.
Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the way you hesitated to say that everytime it was needed. How you would press a strand of hair out of your face to better view the men in front of you. Face heating up with every word and praise shot at you. 
Now that was bothering Hawks.
Yet, none of that could compare -or justify- to what Victoria was doing now. Because, for once- she was actually getting on your nerves. She was propped on Hawks’ lap, one leg crossed over the other as she had her head turned to Hawks. Trying to smile cutely. 
Which couldn’t compare to your smile. 
Her eyes were fixated on his gold chain. A manicured hand coming close and playing with it. Her other one grabbing onto Hawks’ arm, trying to keep herself stabilized and close. 
Victoria’s eyes would wonder to you every now and then. Only to see you on your phone smiling innocently or talking to another person with admiration written on your face. You were like a cute puppy. 
One that couldn’t be touched or bothered. 
Which was annoying her. Well, that wasn’t the only thing annoying her. 
Hawks was too. 
Hawks just kept his head to the side, his eyes trained on a random cabinet. Which seemed to be stained with some bleach. Or just whoever painted it did a terrible job. Thankfully it wasn’t his house so he didn’t have to look at it forever. Just until this slut got off of him. 
The worst part was… 
“Keigo?” You kindly asked, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you. Despite there being nothing there. “A-are you going to do something?..” Your voice was so sweet compared to the intent of it. You were obviously embarrassed. Taking a small sip of the strawberry lemonade in your red solo cup. Not bothered to pass him a glance as he spoke. 
Keigo felt a jab in his heart. 
You had to sit right next to him while Victoria was on him. Now, Keigo would shove Victoria off him, he really would. Hell, Keigo would do anything you asked- but…
He absolutely loved the attention. He loved the attention women gave him. Of course, the only person Keigo actually wanted was- you. However, he still enjoyed the time women gave him. Even if he didn’t treat them kindly. 
You knew this. You knew Victoria was trying to bother you. (You had a small grasp of it after a long conversation about women's tricks with Rumi. Even if you still didn’t really get it.) And, you were determined to not let it bother you. A determined expression written on your face. You did steal the man she wanted after all. 
Yet, despite this, you couldn’t help but give him the side eye. Piercing right into his whole being. 
He shivered. 
You looked forward again, feeling a small pain in your chest by seeing this girl on top of your boyfriend. The way he was so casual about it, not caring to do anything.
You bit your bottom lip, stopping it from quivering and feeling your eyes water. You put your elbow on your leg, resting your face in the palm of your hand. Trying to discreetly blink rapidly as you looked away from your boyfriend. You ended up closing your eyes and breathing deeply. 
You didn’t even want to be here. 
You forced a smile and stood up, leaving your cup on the ground and dusting your outfit off. You looked at him smiling, clasping your hands together and saying, “I’m getting an Uber.” And with that, you were walking away. Trying to make yourself smaller as you walked through the crowd of people. 
Hawks rolled his eyes, groaning softly. He grabbed his drink and took a final swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, trying to see where you went off to. Tilting his head to the side, trying to see if that would help his frame of vision. 
“You know.” Victoria started, making Hawks’ golden eyes snap to her. “You could just forget she existed for a night.” She leaned closer, grabbing his face and bringing it to hers. “I know how up-tight girls can be, so- if you were ever with me. I’d let you do whatever you want.” She smiled, “I’d let you fuck whoever you want.”
Hawks smiled, leaning in even closer. “Get off of me.” 
She smiled, biting her bottom lip and feeling her eyes get heavy. “Make me.” 
His eyebrows shot up, a small laugh leaving his lips. Before he grabbed her face, turning it to the side and giving a taunting kiss on her cheek. He smiled, “I promise you Victoria, you will never be good enough to date me.” And with that, he stood up, letting Victoria drop to the floor and waking after you. Waving goodbye and chuckling at the sight.��
Like he’d ever leave you for a slut like that. 
Hawks walked in your direction, trying to see where you went. Maybe, you already left the house. Yet, it was too soon for an Uber to be here yet. So, you either had to be waiting outside or inside. Obviously. 
Hawks grabbed a random girl, smiling at her and asking- “Hey, have you seen my girlfriend?” She blinked at him, a small blush coming over her features before nodding her head. 
“The girl that was sitting on your lap?”
Damn, that was a slap to the face. 
“No.” 
“The girl you were sitting next to?” 
He grimaced, nodding his head. “Mhm.” 
She pulled back, tilting her head to the stairs. Pointing to it, “I think she's in the restroom or bedroom?..” She bit her lip, “I’m not entirely sure though.” 
He nodded, saying a small thank you and moving up the stairs. His eyes peering at every door.
You sighed, leaning back on the soft bed. Waiting for the Uber app to notify you that your ride was here. Which shouldn’t take too long. Luckily the person actually was coming to this party for another person who ended up canceling. Which was convenient. Actually, the person said that even if you canceled he’s sure another person would request his services. 
Nevertheless, you were still somewhat bored. Playing a random game on your phone while you kicked your feet back and forth. 
“Y/n.” 
You looked over your shoulder, then forward again. Continuing the game on your phone, hearing the door click shut. Then clicking again, Kiego locked the door. 
You squinted your eyes, hurt. Forcing out words as you tried not to cry.“Honey, I hope you know I’m not going back out until my rides here.” 
He nodded, walking the bed and laying down on it with you. Watching as you played this stupid game. “I know.” 
You gave him the side eye, wanting to stay quiet but ended up speaking anyway. “So, why are you here?” You softly asked, hating how rude your question was despite your tone. You hated being mad at Keigo. 
He tilted his head, giving you a kind smile. A fake one, but a kind one. “Can’t I be around my beautiful girlfriend?” 
You cutely huffed and looked back at your phone, pausing the game and opening the Uber app. Trying to see how much longer until your ride was here. You sighed when you saw you still had at least twenty more minutes. 
“Can you give me some space..” you quietly started. “I don't wanna’.. do anything- sexual.” You whispered, going through your phone settings. Which seemed to be so interesting for the time being. 
“You want me to leave?” Keigo asked nonchalantly. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice how his eyebrows were scrunched slightly. Like, he was hurt.
You pressed your lips together, chewing on your bottom lip comfortingly. You slowly inhaled, “No but,” you stopped, trying to think of your words before speaking again. “I know what you’re going to do.” You said. 
Keigo put his hand to your hair, rubbing your head. He scooted closer to you, forcing your noses to touch your screen. Softly asking you, “What am I going to do?” 
You didn’t say anything, just put your phone down. Looking at him with glossy eyes. God, and he was the reason. You sighed and stuffed your face into a pillow. Mumbling a small, ‘You always do this.’ Trying to hide the tears and emotions you were feeling.
Despite the small guilt he felt in his stomach, Keigo smiled and put a hand to the lower part of your back, massaging it lightly. Trying to comfort you. Even if he wasn’t the best at doing it. 
“You apologize like you mean it,” you started, tilting your head up slightly. “Say you love me, how it hurts you to hurt me, and how you don’t mean it.” You pressed your lips together slightly, suppressing the whimpers wanting to escape your throat. “Then you go off and do it all over again. Like,” You shakily inhaled, “Like, I just don’t matter.” 
You rapidly blinked your eyes, “Do I not matter enough? Am I not that..” Your lip quivered, “..important?..”
“Y/n, you know it’s not like that.” He started, moving his hand up slightly. “You’re the only person who-“ 
You laughed lightly, making him pause. You sighed dreamily, enjoying the sensation Keigo was giving you and continuing. “I know why you do this.” You softly said, turning your head so you could see Keigo. “All of our talks or arguments, how you always kiss me when you don’t want to talk.” Your eyes were on him, making him feel small. “How each argument ends the same..” You sighed, letting your eyes wander away.
“I know you do it just because you gain something in the end.” You closed your eyes, feeling them water. Biting your bottom lip to try and suppress the tears from falling. Your throat feels tense because of how it’s closing. However, you still forced your next words out. Despite how much they hurt, “I-I know you’re using me.” 
You stayed like that, eyes shut while the tears you were suppressing fell down your face. Making you feel embarrassed. You couldn’t even express how you felt without crying. 
So much for trying to make it seem like it didn’t bother you. 
It worried you that Keigo didn’t say anything. How his hand stilled and completely left your body after a while. The only sound in the room was the muffled sound of trashy music from downstairs. Honestly, it gave you some form of nostalgia. 
Like, the first time you and Keigo were in a room alone. 
After a while you decided to slowly opened your eyes. Slightly worried he might’ve left, due to his choice of silence. 
Yet, you didn’t. Expect what was the actual reason. 
For once, you saw Keigo. The real side of him. The side he hid away from everyone. The side he hid away from you. 
His eyes were wide and glossy, his lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something. Yet, he couldn’t find the energy to do it. He ended up closing his mouth, giving a soft heart warming smile and putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbing it soothingly. 
“Y/n.” He softly started, wiping your tears away. Something he only really did when the two of you were engaging in indecent acts. So, to say this reaction was surprising was an understatement. “Ask me how many people I’ve dated in college.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “And highschool.” He said, waiting for your words. 
When they didn’t come he just gave you a reassuring smile. “Go on, this isn’t a trick question.” He reassured, biting back a laugh. And despite you not wanting to- it made you smile. 
“How many?..” You whispered, bring your hand to play with his bangs. Seeing the way he melted into your hand. Which made you hyper aware of how he was acting. 
He slowly inhaled, “I haven’t dated anyone before you.” He softly uttered, “You’re the only girl I’ve ever..” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “Wanted to myself.” He grabbed you quickly, bringing you into a hug. “Call me selfish, sure.” He laughed, “And yeah, I’m not always the best boyfriend with the best intentions.” He smiled, “And sometimes I see some beautiful women and can’t help but-“ 
“You’re losing me Keigo, Honey.” You remarked.
He softly laughed, placing his face into your hair. Making you playfully roll your eyes. “I’m just trying to be honest here, Y/n.” He remarked, making you try to push him away but he just kept you into his arms. Your face pressed into his chest. “Y/n, at the end of the day I know, you’re the only one I want.” He kissed your hair, smelling your sweet perfume. Something that made him feel safe and comforted. 
“You’re the only right thing in my life.” 
You felt your eyes widen, surprised by his words. For the jerk Keigo was, you could confidently say- you didn’t expect him to ever say anything like that. He couldn’t even hold your hand in public without expressing how ‘affectionate’ it was. Now, Keigo was expressing his love for you? 
Where did the Hawks you know go?
You pulled back to look at him, feeling your tears stop. “Really?” You asked innocently, your eyes wide and glossy. Desperation and hope littered in your voice. 
He just smiled at you. A real smile where his dimples were prominent and the corner of his eyes wrinkled. Keigo nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yes, really.” 
You looked down, smiling to yourself. “Alright, I-I trust you.” You placed your hands in his jacket, hugging him. Hearing his heart beat in his chest. Humming once you felt his hands hug you back. Engulfing you into a nice warm hug. 
“Y/n?” 
You took a moment to look at him, enjoying the sweet act between the two of you. Then, finally tilting your head up at him and smiling. You could feel his heart speed up slightly. 
“Mhm.” 
“Nothing,” He brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “Just wanted to see your face.” 
He just brought his head closer to yours, making you instinctively close your eyes. Waiting for him to kiss you. Except, it never happened. You slowly opened your eyes, your face burning with embarrassment. 
“Why would you-“ 
“Can I kiss you?” He said, making you seize your words. Your eyes widened, blinking at him dumbfounded. “You’re really pretty and- I just really want to kiss you.” 
You parted your lips, smiling. “Who are you and what did you do with my Keigo?” You felt your eyes flutter as his hands landed on your cheeks, cupping your face and bringing you close to his face. 
“Y/n, please. Can I kiss you?” You felt the lower half of your stomach turn. His breathy and almost whiny tone hitting a part of your brain you didn’t know existed. Seeing the way his face was dusted in red. The tips of his ears are burning in the same color. 
You felt a shiver move down your back as you but your lip, nodding your head. “Yes, mystery man. Please kiss me.” You thickly swallowed, feeling him press his lips to yours. Feeling his hands continue to caress your face, his lips moving in perfect syinc with yours. 
You don’t know if you were dazed or losing your mind but, you could’ve sworn you heard Keigo moan. A soft and whiny moan. One of desperation and accomplishment. Like, he had never kissed you before. His lips moved quickly against yours, tasting the sweet drink on your lips. Contrasting perfectly against the bitter alcohol he was drinking not too long ago. 
He pulled back, eyes fluttering with a dreamy feel. A soft content sigh leaving his lips. He had a goofy smile, “Have I ever told you how good you taste?” He pressed a quick kiss to yours lips, “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” 
You smiled, feeling your skin heat up. “Stop, Kei.” 
His eyebrows shot up, “Kei?” He softly questioned, putting his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “That’s new?” You rolled your eyes playfully, running your hands over his face softly. 
“What? Can’t a guy just tell his girlfriend how much he lov-“ 
His eyes widened. 
So did yours.
Once again, the room fell silent. The only thing to be heard with the muffled music from down stairs. Your cheeks burning as you thickly swallowed, trying to supress the smile on your lips. Unfortunately, you were failing miserably. “You love me?” 
“Y/n, don’t.”
“Is that what you were going to say? That you love me?” 
Now Kiego’s cheeks were burning. 
“I- ignore me.” 
You shook your head quickly. “I could never ignore you.” You pressed your lips to his, slowly moving your lips. “I love you too.” You softly stated. 
He suppressed a smile, mumbling a small and pathetic, ‘I love you’ back. Then continuing to slowly make out with you. Swirling his tongue around yours as he softly groaned. Enjoying the way you ran your hands through his hair. 
“God, you’re-“ He said in between kisses, “you’re incredible.” 
You shook your head, continuing to kiss him. Softly moaning into the kiss. 
For some reason -no reason in particular- Keigo couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you laughed or cried. How you moaned or whimpered. Gripping onto his body with your arms or legs. It made him insane. 
All the could shoot through his head was the word-
Mine,
You were all his. His to do whatever he pleased. If he wanted you to leave, you would. If he wanted you to cry, you would. If he wanted you to cum over his cock, you would. If he wanted to fuck you infront of his friends, he would. 
Because you were his. 
Sure, Keigo knew it wasn’t healthy. He’s never been so attached to a person. He thought he was broken at first. In some weird childish way. 
So, he tried fixing it. Of course, it wasn’t the best thing he could’ve done. It was the reason behind many of your arguments. Keigo trying to figure out if he was broken or not. Which, happen to include speaking to different women, playing with their hair, caressing their face, and or talking to them in an enticing tone. 
Don’t worry, Keigo’s never fucked any of these women. Which actually could have worsened it. He didn’t fuck any of these women… because he didn’t want to. He never found himself wanting to. 
He always found himself thinking back to you. Wondering what you were doing or thinking. Was he obsessed with you? Was that healthy? 
To the point where he couldn’t even imagine himself fucking somone else. It grossed him out. Hell, even porn grossed him out. He could get off to a picture of you smiling with friends. Which was-… weird..
So, all those arguments about him talking to other women or flirting with them? Yeah, just him making sure he wasn’t broken. I mean, he still thinks he is. Only finding you attractive. Yet, he felt everything clear up once he saw you walk away earlier today.
The way you tried to pretend like Victoria didn’t bother you. The way she was so close to him. Playing with his hair and white t-shirt. Getting closer than necessary to tell him something. Giving you the side eye everytime Keigo just let Victoria do whatever. 
Yet, seeing you walk away with your eyes glassy. That cleared everything up for him. 
Keigo wasn’t broken, he was in love. And also obsessed. 
With you and only you. It was unhealthy. Keigo knew this. 
He knew it wasn’t a good combo. 
But, you didn’t need to know that.
You smiled against his lips, giving a final kiss and pulling away. Giving him a knowing look, “What’s up with this whole-“ you gestured your hand over Keigo playfully, “attitude change, what did you do with my beloved Hawks go?” 
Keigo raised his eyebrows, his iconic cocky smile coming over his lips. Sharp canines flashing at you. “Dove, he’s right here.” He said, grabbing the back of your head and gripping onto your hair. “And he’s dying to get a taste of your lips.” 
You raised an eyebrow, feeling his hand snake down from your head. “I mean, aren't you doing that already?” 
His eyes sharpened, golden eyes darkening. His attention trained on you and only you. “Oh no, your other lips.” He had a cocky smile, making your thighs come together instictly. And from his lewd comment. 
You pouted slightly, turning your head to the side playfully. “I think I liked the other guy who was begging me to kiss him.” You softly said, fluttering your lashes at him. Making him melt into you. 
Keigo kissed your nose, “Y/n, I promise you you’ll get to see him again but..” he trailed off, running his hands down your body. Landing them at the small of your waist. 
You tilted your head curiously, “but?…” you questioned. 
You could see the way his eyes dilated. “Please, let me eat you out.” He said, his tone slightly more whiny than normal. He sat up, grabbing the back of your neck and lifting you up with him. “Actually, I am going to eat you out.” He slowly said, “For however long I want, and you’re just going to spread your legs and take it.” 
You felt your pussy grow with desire, desperate to have him closer to you. Your eyes are growing lidded. You bit your lip, meekly nodding. Following him up. 
He slid off the bed, placing one foot to the ground and keeping his knee off the bed. Keigo pushed a piece of hair out of your face, leaning close. Your noses are practically touching. “Because, at the end of the day..” He said, a kind smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to kiss, and most importantly mine to fuck.” He slowly got off the bed, watching as your eyes followed his body. 
Burning with desire and need. 
He laughed, watching as your body naturally followed him. Sitting at the edge of the bed and pressing your legs together. Looking at him with innocent eyes. Eyes he loved to corrupt.
God, he was obsessed with your eyes. The way your pupils were blown wide. Small breathy moans leaving your lips as you were eager to know what he was going to do next. Your back is arching in his direction. 
He took off his jacket, placing it on the bed and kneeling to the ground. Parting your legs slightly. Just enough so he could be in between them comfortably, looking up at you with his golden eyes. Then resting his head on your thigh, stealing a look at your panties. 
“You know,” He started, “I love your voice.” He said softly, taking his left hand and trailing if on your thigh. His fingers are light and soothing.
You swallowed, nodding your head. Feeling slightly embarrassed. “I like your voice too.” You meekly said, still not entirely used to Keigo’s compliments. Your eyes are turning away. 
He smiled at you knowingly. “I know, everytime we fuck I can feel you tighten around me when I call you a slut-“ eyes directly looking at yours. “My slut.” You could admit, when Keigo had a cocky smile and dimples decorating his face. You could feel your knees give in. You thickly swallowed, feeling your pussy flutter. 
He kissed your thigh, running his nose softly against your skin with each kiss. Lightly peppered closer and closer to the place you wanted you most. He felt his mind swirl with desire, growing full with the thought of you and only you. How you would grip onto the sheets and beg for his tongue. Breathy moans leaving your glossy mouth every time he sucked on your clit. 
He wished he had a vibrator. He would make you cry if he had one of those. 
His pupils were blown wide. His cock strained against his pants as he slowly inhaled. Smelling your essence. Wanting to stroke his cock by the mere sight of you. He could get off by looking at you alone. He pressed his lips to the cotton of your panties, giving a hard lick with his tongue. 
He smiled against you, seeing as you jolted. “You always smell so good.” He softly said, “You always taste even better.” He moved his hand to palm his cock, stifling a groan. Trying to relive some built up…
Watching as you slowly lowered your body to the bed. Trying to get comfortable. Closing your eyes and keeping your focus on Keigo. The way he felt, smelt, everything to a nine. 
Which made him continue, pulling your panties down a line of slick snap. He smiled and returned to your pussy, blowing on it. Making you jolt up. Not ready for the sudden temperature change. 
You pouted, pressing your knees together. Opening your eyes and saying, “Can you..” 
Keigo slapped your thigh, shushing you. “Wait, Honey.” He kissed where he slapped, suppressing a laugh as you whimpered. “All good things come to those who wait.” 
You softly sighed, leaning back on the bed and trying to get comfortable again. Letting your knees fall open so Keigo could be more comfortable. He kissed your clit, then slowly licked your slit as a thank you. Enjoying the way your legs twitch in each other's direction. Naturally wanting to close shut. 
You thickly swallowed and let out a soft moan. Feeling the way you tried shutting your legs. Of course, you slowly relaxed again. Closing your eyes. Letting your hands wander to his hair. 
Keigo groaned at the sensation, leaning into you. Reaching for his belt and then unbuttoning his pants. Feeling the restriction on his cock loosen. Trying to help the hard on from not being so uncomfortable. 
Could he get off? Would you let him? 
Would you let him fist his cock as he ate you out? Because he really wanted to do that. Cum when you didn’t get to. Pulling his mouth away from your cunt to mess with you. 
He’d much rather fuck you. 
Yet, at the same time- he really just wanted to make you feel good. Only you. He closed his eyes, softly moaning into your cunt. Placing his lips on your clit and softly sucking. Rubbing the palm of his hand on the tip of his dick. Holding his breath. 
His tongue swirled around your clit then entered you. His eyes rolling to the back of his head due to your taste. His free hand rubbing his cock from the outside of his underwear. 
You let out a small ‘hmp!’ Feeling his thick tongue slowly split you apart. His nose nuzzling against your clit perfectly. Kiego put his hands on your thighs, continuing to make out with your cunt. Taking his left hand and placing his middle and index finger in between his face. Making a ‘v’ shape and pulling your lips apart. Allowing his tongue to go deeper inside you. 
You laid on the bed, feeling tears brim your eyes. Biting onto your bottom lip as you tried suppressing the broken moans and whimpers threatening to leave your lips. Clinging onto a white pillow while your eyes rolled back. Feeling a buzz come over your clit every time Keigo sucked in it. 
His tongue leaving and entering. Leaving you a twitching mess. You felt your clit burn with pleasure, it shooting through your body as it became too much. Your toes curling as you arched your back. Legs trying to squish together but Keigo’s big hands pushing them apart. 
Making you take every piece of pleasure he was giving you. Even if it was too much. 
His tongue swirling inside of you while hot tears fell from your face. Your moans are muffled by your hand over your mouth. Keigo wasn’t a big fan, but decided it’d be better considering he didn’t want to think with his cock just yet. 
Still, he took his right hand off your thigh. Pushing his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles. taking the other one and pushing his fingers inside you. Running his tongue in the new motion. His golden and darkened eyes watching the way your body violently jolted. Your toes curling as he smiled against you. Like this, you were just open. Couldn’t do anything but take his tongue deep in you. 
Keigo didn’t know why he liked eating you out so much, but he did. 
There was a first time for everything. 
He liked how it sort of took away from him. Caused a build of denial to his own body. Something that made him so much more anxious and eager. Suddenly trying to cut corners or take away from himself. He didn’t know if it was a way to punish himself for everything he’s done while giving to you, but in the end- he always loved the build up. 
Loved the way he got so desperate he humped the bed or the air. Desperate to please himself. Slightly whining into your cunt becuase he wanted to fuck you so bad. And you just felt so fucking good. Even if you weren’t sucking his cock. 
You deeply groaned, tilting your head back and feeling your body tense. Your legs shaking as you felt yourself getting closer to your finish. Keigo’s eyes glancing at the way you jolted, feeling you tighten around him. Making him stifle a groan. 
You whimpered, forcing soft words out of your mouth. “Kei’ I’m gonna, I feel…” You tilted your head back, “I’m..”
“I know,” he said, spreading your open again. Forcing his tongue on your hole before returning his mouth on your clit. Sucking it while letting his fingers do the work. “Just, relax.” 
You twitched, leaning back into the bed and going limp. Feeling your mind blank from the pleasure and then squirting. Your breath stilling as your eyes rolled back, tears falling down your cheeks. Your hands gripping onto his hair, making him groan. 
Keigo felt his eyes flutter shut, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. His body shutting down as he did his best collecting everything you gave him. It felt so good. Moaning as you tugged onto his hair and brought him closer to your cunt. His eyes rolling back and tearing up. It felt so fucking good. 
That’s when Keigo paused. No, he froze. His eyes shooting open and dilating to small pupils. 
You noticed, immediately pulling your body up and looking at him. Your eyebrows knit together showing your concern. Keigo looked… horrified. Did you do something bad? 
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, tears brimming your eyes as you said a meek and concerned- “w-what’s wrong?..” 
Keigo’s eyes met yours. Only for a second. 
Then, pulling away. Kissing your ankle and grabbing your panties, slowly dragging them over your legs. Covering you up and giving a playful -but slightly hard- slap to your pussy. Making your yelp in surprise and sensitivity.
Suddenly your tears were falling. Why the hell did he give you that look? 
Yet, it all made sense from the words that left his mouth. 
“Honey, I just came into my pants.” 
The tears stopped. They were still falling down your face but they stopped. 
“What?”
He smiled, laughing loudly. “Honey, I just fucking jizzed my pants from eating you out.” 
You let out a small noise. Something you didn’t know how to describe. Amusement, bewilderment, flattery, maybe even shock? Something along those lines before you were giggling. 
It was Kiego’s turn to be embarrassed.
He put his hand on your face, harshly shoving you as you continued to laugh. 
“What?” You could hear how embarrassed he sounded. It was so out of character for him. 
It was cute. 
You moved in, hugging him from behind. Placing your head on his shoulder as he turned the other way. Allowing you access to kissing his neck. You giggled against his skin, feeling the way he shuttered. “Nothing, Honey.” You softly said, your voice was so sweet making him look back at you. 
Nothing in the world would have prepared him for the next thing you were going to say. 
“It’s actually really..” You looked away, skin heating up, “..hot.” 
He could feel his dick getting hard again. 
You didn’t notice, or just decided not to. 
“Hey, Keigo?”
“Yeah?” 
You smiled and kissed him. “Uhm, I’m kinda craving strawberries and cream.” You glanced down, letting your hands wander over his body. Slightly embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth. “Think you can give me both?..” 
Oh, you were going to get so fucked.
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You laughed, running a hand through your messy hair and then clinging onto Keigo. Messily stepping over your feet to your house. Allowing him to laugh with you and press a kiss to your lips. You giggled fondly and handed him your keys. 
He laughed back and opened the door. Hushing you loudly as you walked inside the house. Clearly out of it. You just giggled, shouting a very loud and happy- ‘Rumi!” 
Kiego forced a smile, feeling his body freeze. 
Oh fuck. 
He needed to leave. Like, right now. Either that or Rumi would fucking kill him. And, he didn’t really want to deal with that. Although, a part of him did want to stay and mess with his little sister. It’s what big brothers did after all.
He ended up choosing against it. He was too tired. 
Keigo turned on his heel, heading to the door but- unfortunately, Rumi was already behind him. Arms crossed over her chest as she stared daggers at him. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. 
How the fuck did she even get there? 
He just smiled at her, extending his arms like he wanted a hug. 
“Sis!” He cheerfully said, “Long time no see! How've you been?” 
“It’s 3 am.” She slowly started off, walking towards him. Making him take a step back. He kept smiling cockily, looking down at her. “Where the fuck have you been with Y/n?” 
He shrugged, “I don’t know, a party?” He said nonchalantly. Checking his watch, and looking at the time. He totally lost track of that. “Somewhere away from you.” 
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I doubt Y/n see’s it like that.” She smiled fondly, almost cockily. “I mean, I am the woman she comes home to everyday. Aren't I?” 
“Yeah, but you’re not the once she begs to fuck everyday.” He quickly spat back, feeling venom and annoyance bubbling inside him. God, he wished he could shut Rumi up.
Rumi glared at him. Before her eyes drifted to the side. 
You popped out of the kitchen, random chip bag in hand as you beamed- “Dude,” You blinked once, and looked at the bag in your hand. “These potato chips are so fucking good.” 
Keigo didn’t even need to glance back at you. “Honey, those are gummy bears.” 
You tossed a gummy bear at him, which completely missed him. 
“No,” You slowly said, slowly bringing the bag of gummy bears in front of your face. “Pretty sure these are potato chips.” 
Keigo chuckled but quickly covered it with a cough once he saw Rumi. He looked to the side, putting his hands in his pockets. “We were just out having fun.” He said. Slightly bothered by his sister’s inability to loosen up.
Your eyes locked on Rumi. Running to her and capturing her in your arms. You giggled, nodding your head and pressing your head into her neck. Rumi always smelled amazing. Something sweet and rich, almost like a sweet vanilla. You always thought her scent perfectly matched her hair. 
You pulled back, smiling at her. 
Rumi shook her head at Hawks. “So you fucking drugged her to do that?!” Rumi practically yelled. Hands moving to your arms as she tugged you into her chest. Engulfing you in another hug. You ended up face planted in her tits. You tensed for a second before immediately relaxing. 
Hawks rolled his eyes at that. Secretly watching the way you melted into Rumi. That annoyed him even more. Maybe even made him a bit jealous of Rumi. He wanted you in his arms. 
Everytime Hawks dropped you off, Rumi always had shit to say. He could never just drop you off. There was always a big fight about it. 
“Look sis.” He said, tilted his head to the side. 
“Don’t fucking call me that.” 
He raised an eyebrow, raising his hands defensively. 
Believe it or not, Hawks hated speaking with Rumi just as much as he loved it. He loved getting under her skin. It slightly eased the tension. It slightly eased his annoyance. Only slightly.
 But right now, he was just really annoyed.
“She asked me!” He grit, “She’s old enough to think for her fucking self, Rumi!” He yelled, hands raising. “She’s not a kid who needs to be told what to do.” His teeth were grit, his eyebrows furrowed together. 
You laughed, looking at Rumi and nodding. Pressing your finger against her nose, letting out a small ‘boop.’ A little oblivious to the conversation happening. You were just happy to be there.
And you just wanted to sleep. 
Rumi huffed, looking at your frame. Completely ignoring what he said, “Where the hell are her clothes?!” 
Hawks sighed, running his hand over his face. Whispering a small, ‘Fuck me.’ Rumi was so controlling. And, the worst part was, she probably didn’t even know it.
“She’s wearing them.” He said slowly. His eyes moving up and down your body. It was something he couldn’t help but doing once the topic was brought up. 
“She’s practically wearing a bra and panties! This skirt isn’t covering anything.” Rumi grabbed your face, smiling at you. “Doll, go upstairs. We can watch Star Wars.” 
Your eyes lit up. A big smile coming over your red stained lips as you straightened out. Pulling down your skirt and fixing the strap on your shoulder. Pushing a strand of hair away from your face and saying a sweet. “Okay!” Before walking up stairs, waving a good-bye to Keigo. 
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your clumsiness. Tripping on one of the steps. Glancing down to see if anyone saw you and giving a weak and embarrassed wave once you did. 
Keigo smiled, before turning his attention back to his sister, glaring at her. “Could you not.” He said, scowling at her. “Be happy I even let her fucking live with you.” He seethed, “I’m not an idiot I know you’re probably fingering yourself to the thought of her.” 
Rumi’s jaw dropped. “Really?” She said, “You wanna go there?” She said, a hand on his chest shoving him back. “I’m the one she comes home to, in the end I’m the one she’s going to choose.” Rumi smiled. 
Hawks smiled back, “Right, that’s why I have her bouncing on my cock while you finger yourself in the next room.” He was rolling his eyes, “Don’t you think I don’t know that.” He took a step in front of her. “Sis.” 
Rumi felt her eye twitch. “Hawks she’s only dating you ‘cause she wants to feel alive.” Rumi tilted her head up, “The moment that feeling disappears, the moment she truly wants a future, she’ll leave.” She pushed him out of her face, walking to the stairs and standing at the first step. “I’m pretty sure you’re not the man she wants to marry.” Rumi started to make her descend up the stairs, when Hawks spoke. 
“I beg to differ.” He said. 
Rumi let out a small amused laugh, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t fool yourself, Brother.” She turned her body to him. 
“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to be married to a worthless drug dealer.” 
Hawks didn’t say anything. Just clenched his jaw, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Staring daggers at Rumi. Watching the way she so contently tried making her way up the stairs. 
He felt something in him snap. 
“Hey, Rumi?” 
“What.” 
“I’m going to fuck Y/n infront of Shigaraki and Dabi.” He said nonchalantly. “In fact, I’m going to send a video of me fucking her in front of Shigaraki and Dabi.” He said, not losing eye contact at any moment. 
And, suddenly he got sick satisfaction from her reaction. 
Rumi looked mortified. 
He laughed, “What? Not into that?” He said, “I have a video of her sucking my dick if you’d rather have that.” He said, a sick proud smile on his face. Dimples prominent and taunting. 
“You’re a sick fuck.” 
He laughed, shrugging his shoulders and walking up the stairs slightly. Seeing as you were sitting in the loft, trying to find the Star Wars movies. He pushed Rumi back, enjoying the way she physically contorted from his touch. 
He looked at you fondly. “Y/n?” He said, singing it out loudly enough for you to hear. 
“What are you doing?..” Rumi slowly questioned, trying to compose herself. Trying not to throw up.
Hawks looked down at her, whispering- “Trying to get that video, that’s what.” 
You turned to Keigo, blinking at him and nodding quickly. Letting out a sweet and innocent “Yes!” You said, way too enthusiastic than Rumi would’ve preferred. That made him almost feel bad for what filthy thoughts were rushing through his mind. 
He said it anyway. 
“You wanna sleep at my house tonight?” 
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Hawks clenched his teeth, hands gripping your hip as he pulled you back into his cock. Pressing your face to the wall and forcing his hips into yours. Bullying his cock into your tiny hole. Teeth biting his bottom lip as you moaned out in bliss. Unaware of the whole ordeal he was setting up. 
Unaware of what he was doing. 
Now, to set up the situation, we have to go back a few hours. When the two of you just arrived at Kiego’s house; 
Dabi was sitting on the couch, typing something on his phone. Most likely texting a random girl he hooked up with. Not bothering to look up while Shigaraki was watching a movie. Taking a moment to glance at the door, you, then back to the screen. 
You tilted your head, looking at them. Trying to observe the two. 
Dabi was wearing gray sweatpants with a white wife-beater tank top. His tattoo decorated body on full display for you to look at. His hair looked wet and messy, the roots being white while his hair being dyed black. 
Shigaraki was wearing a random Queen shirt and black sweats. His hair tied up so it was out of his face. Pink Hello-Kitty lighter in hand while he lit the cigarette in his mouth. The pink flame made you giggle. 
He tossed it to Dabi. Making him lighting up the cigarette in his hand. A similar -amusing- sight. 
It had been awhile since you had seen -let alone spoken- to them. You did a polite wave and took off your shoes. Taking a small peak at what they were watching before Keigo grabbed your hand. Slowly leading you to his room.
You took this time to look at his house. It was neat, decorated nicely, smelled wonderful, (despite the actions Dabi and Shigaraki were doing) and most importantly- clean. How? You didn’t know. 
 Keigo pushed open his door and entered the room. Pulling you inside and flicking on the light.
Surprisingly, the room was really nice. (It also smelled just like Kiego.) It was neat and simple. A bed, TV, drawer, closet, and other simple things. The bed was decorated in dark sheets, pillows matching, and a cute and simple bird plush. It made you smile. 
You plopped yourself on the bed. Reaching for the stuffed animal. Holding it in your hands and smiling. It had a long neck and was decorated in red feathers. A gold chain around his neck and some small boxers. You placed it back down on the comforter and looking at Keigo. 
He smiled and opened up the drawers, pulling up a white shirt. Then throwing it next to you. More specifically at your face. He snorted, saying a small- ‘Change into that.’ He reached for another drawer, pulling out some shorts and tossing them at you. This time in your hands. 
He stood up, shutting the drawer with his foot. “Meet me downstairs, I’ll be having a drink.” You nodded, and with that he left the room. Shutting the door quietly behind him. 
You blinked and stared at the door for a while, before sighing and slipping off your shirt. Trying to glance at the underwear you were wearing.
Keigo sighed and walked into the living room, waving to his roommates and going to the fridge. Grabbing a random beer and popping it open. Taking a sip and looking at the TV screen. 
Shigaraki gave him a look before returning his gaze to the TV. Trying not to stare for too long. He didn’t feel like speaking to anyone right now. 
Unlike Dabi.
“Since when did you start bringing girls back to the house?” Dabi said, tilting his head back and peering at Hawks. Raising an eyebrow. Hawks noticed how his phone was no longer connected to his hand. 
“Dabi, you already know the answer to this question.” He said, keeping his eyes on the screen. Not wanting to give Dabi the reaction he wanted. 
Dabi let out an amused smile, laughing lightly and shrugging. “You're still with her?” He looked forward, taking a drag of his blunt. Letting out a puff of smoke and closing his eyes. “Damn, you’re a better man than me.” He raised the blunt, “Sucks to be stuck with one person but, whatever you want man.” 
Hawks rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his beer. “Once you find the one, you don’t think like that.” 
“Really?” Dabi said condensely. Suppressing the laugh building in his throat.
He nodded, “Yeah.” Hawks responded. He took another sip, feeling his pupils dilate. “She’s..” He shook his head, cutting himself off. Not wanting to spill his heart out to his very self-centered roomate. 
“She’s what?” He asked, malice dusting his tone. He laughed condescendingly, “She’s different?” He mocked. 
Hawks felt his body bubble with annoyance. His eye twitching as he clenched his teeth, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He didn’t bother to check it. He scowled at Dabi, scoffing and forcing another sip of his beer. Trying to ignore the words rising in his throat, trying not to give into Dabi’s antics. 
Before a realization hit him. It made him laugh. 
An important thing to mention was Hawks’ ability to insagate. It was a hidden guilt of his. 
So, that’s what he was going to do now. 
Especially since he wanted to- send Rumi a special video. 
Hawks tilted his head, giving an iconic smile. “Dabi, just say it.” He cooed mockingly. Letting his golden eyes follow him.
“Say what? Hawks?” Dabi said, pushing himself off the couch and walking to Hawks. Wanting to punch the cocky smile on Hawks’ face. “Tell me, what am I supposed to say?” He asserted. 
Hawk took another sip, smiling at him.
“You’re jealous.” 
Dabi rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette before pressing it down on the marble counter. Giving a half laugh, half scoff. 
Dabi licked his teeth, feeling himself scowl about to let Hawks have it when a hand pressed on his back. Making him flinch from the unexpected touch. It was cold yet.. small?
You poked your head to the side and looked at him smiling. “Dabi!” You said cheerfully, making him turn his attention to you. “It’s good to see you again!” You brightly said, hugging his side and pulling back and looking up at him. Allowing him to get a good look at you. 
You were wearing a large white shirt. Obviously one that belonged to Hawks. His eyes drifted down, only to snap back up to your face. 
That was the only thing you were wearing. 
How the hell did Hawks let you wear something like that around other men? Around men like Dabi and Shigaraki. 
You looked at him with a confused look, extending your hand and rolling it in his direction. Silently asking him to reply to your words. 
Dabi forced a smile, “It’s good to see you too, Y/n.”
You kept your smile and nodded your head. Gripping onto your shirt and looking at the other blue haired male in the room. You waved at him, “Shigaraki.” You greeted in a similar fashion.. 
He raised his hand and acknowledged you silently. You smiled, walking to the couch and leaning on the frame. Watching the film playing. Making polite conversation with the sky haired male. Trying to be as polite as possible as he explained the premise of the movie.
Hawks tilted his head, peering at your cute pink panties. His eyes glanced at Dabi, seeing he was doing the same thing. Not as obviously, but still enough to notice. Hawks bit the inside of his cheek, annoyed that dabi was looking at you. 
Dabi glanced at Hawks, seeing he was looking at him. Mouthing- ‘Jealous.’ Dabi threw the cigarette blunt at him. Shaking his head annoyed. 
Hawks smiled, “So, you’re telling me you don’t think Y/n’s attractive?” He took a step in his direction, keeping his voice down. “You totally weren’t staring at her ass right now, right?” He questioned, keeping his smile. “You don’t want to fuck her,” Hawks’ golden eyes were now glaring at Dabi. “Right?” Hawks made sure to keep his voice down, not wanting to catch your attention. 
Dabi didn’t say anything for a second before scoffing. “Hawks.” He started, “Y/n is a random girl who you’re smitten for.” You peered over your shoulder at the mention of your name. “She’s not hot shit. She’s just annoying and clingy.” He glanced at you then Hawks, shrugging his shoulders. “Not everyone wants to fuck her.” 
Hawks smiled and lifted his beer to him, a mocking ‘cheers.’ Watching as Dabi walked off to his room. Passing you a glance and waving. By your hurt expression, he knew Dabi did it condescendingly. 
Hawks looked at Shigaraki, “Would you?..” He trailed off, letting Shigiraki come to the conclusion of the rest of the sentence. 
Shigaraki smiled, chuckling lightly. “Is that an offer?” 
Hawks looked at you, seeing as you were still pouting at what Dabi said, you body faced in his tattooed roommate's direction before answering. “Somewhat.” He slowly remarked. 
Shigaraki shrugged his shoulders, “Then, yeah.” He got up, walking to the backyard. Turning his head to Hawks, “But, I don’t think you’d let me.” He opened the sliding door and screen. “I’m going outside to finish this.” He held up his cigarette. “I need air.” 
Hawks didn’t object, just shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to his almost finished drink. It wasn’t even good, Dabi just bought it and he wanted to bother him. Which he did somewhat succeed at, in a different way no less. Yet, it didn’t feel as rewarding as he thought it would.
You pouted and nodded your head. Saying a soft, ‘Okay then.’ Looking back at the screen and hearing him close the sliding door. You took this opportunity to speak to your boyfriend. 
“I..” You sighed softly, “I don’t think your friends like me.” You meekly muttered, slightly hurt by both of the interactions with Dabi and Shigaraki. More Dabi than Shigaraki. You looked at Keigo, keeping that hurt and bothered expression. “I’m sorry.” 
He smiled at you, pushing you playfully and grabbing your hip. Then, pulling you to his side, pressing a kiss to your head. “Naw, don’t be.” He reassured, “Dabi’s a hard person to like.” 
You looked to the side, feeling your eyes gloss over. “B-but, he said-“ 
Keigo laughed, “I know what he said.” He leaned down on the couch, silently offering a sip of his beer. To which you soundlessly declined, shaking your head and pushing the drink away softly. Scrunching your nose in disgust. Keigo laughed, “Believe it or not, Dabi’s not a good liar.” He placed the side of his head on yours. “He likes you way more than he lets on.” 
You wiped the back of your hand on your face. Looking at him with wide and somewhat hopeful eyes. Smiling brightly, “Really?” 
He nodded, letting out a small ‘mhm.’ He finished his drink, walking to the kitchen and tossing it in the trash can. “And, I promise.” He began, making you turn to look at him. Leaning your back on the couch and placing your leg over the other. Making your hip and thigh ratio insane. 
Keigo couldn’t help but notice, “By tomorrow night, he’ll be all over you.”
Your eyes lit up, making his heart leap out of his chest. You jumped up quietly, your hands coming together as you tilted your head. “Really?! You think he’ll like me?” You were smiling innocently. Not realizing the extent of Keigo’s statement. 
He wondered how the hell you were giving him the best head and could still smile -let alone look at him- like that. You were so oblivious. 
It was weirdly cute. Scrap that, it was cute.
Keigo nodded his head, walking to you and grabbing your hands. Brining it to his lips and placing a small kiss on your knuckles. “Yeah, I think he’ll like you just like I do.”
Your shoulders came up, your eyes crinkling as you smiled thoughtlessly. Nodding your head eagerly and following him into his room. Explaining how you still wished to watch Star Wars. Or that new series Obi-Wan Kenobi. Even going as far to ask Keigo if Dabi liked Star Wars.
Keigo laughed, pushing open his door and shrugging. Allowing you inside in the room, and glancing to the door to the left of him. Seeing it was cracked open, lightly illuminated by a blue light. It was Dabi’s room. 
Which was odd considering he always went out of his way to close and lock his door. It made him scoff. Slightly amused by Dabi’s interest to listen in on his conversation with you. He wasn’t too bothered, in fact- he was going to give exactly what Dabi wanted in a sense. 
If Dabi wanted to eavesdrop, Keigo would let him. 
Dabi grabbed the gatorade on his bedside counter. Taking a sip and hearing Hawks door click closed. He shrugged and continued to scroll through his phone. 
Dabi was never a big fan of Hawks. He always tolerated him, since he was his roommate and dealer. That’s why he was constantly trying to get under his skin. Just overall make his perfect life a little more… exciting. As he liked to call it.
So, when word got around Hawks was dating you. His first girlfriend ever. He couldn’t do that anymore, well he tried. But, he couldn’t really do that considering he was always out with you. 
Honestly, at this point, he couldn’t even annoy Hawks. Hawks seemed to be so far off and happy. He wasn’t bothered. Which made dabi.. bored. 
He sighed, scrolling through his phone. Trying to occupy himself with Tik Tok. 
When he heard a femine giggle. It sounded like you. Which made him slightly annoyed. He forgot how thin the walls were in his shared apartment. Dabi just tried ignoring it, taking a small glance around his room for some headphones just in case your giggling became too loud.
Suddenly, you did become loud. 
Hawks clenched his teeth, hands gripping your hip as he pulled you back into his cock. Pressing your face to the wall and forcing his hips into yours. Bullying his cock into your tiny hole. Teeth biting his bottom lip as you moaned out in bliss. Unaware of the whole ordeal he was setting up. 
Unaware of what he was doing. 
Smiling as he shifted his eyes to the wall that separated his and Dabi’s room. Grabbing your legs and pushing them against your stomach. Hearing the way you squealed in pleasure. Now, this was exactly where he wanted to be. 
And, this was the perfect way to get Dabi and Shigaraki interested in you. 
Hawks did love instigating. 
So, that’s where we continue from before; 
Dabi sighed and searched his room for his noise canceling headphones. A frequent friend of his back when Hawks was single. It had been awhile since he actually needed to use them. Actually, it had been a few months since he needed to use them. So, it was safe to say his attention to where he kept them started to dwindle. 
Which really sucked for the situation that was happening now. 
Dabi wasn’t a pervert. 
He kept reassuring himself. Feeling his cock harden in his pants. His hand twitched as he heard you softly cry. 
Dabi felt his eye twitch, lifting his sheets and opening random drawers looking for these damned headphones. Until he stopped, standing in the middle of the room and sighing in defeat. Letting the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed and sitting down on the cool comforter. Leaning his head on the wall and closing his eyes. He felt his eyebrows come together. Hearing the way you slowly groaned, pressing your face against something as you muffled slightly. Dabi groaned, thickly swallowing at your voice. 
You were so intoxicating. 
He hated to admit it, but it was true. 
His hand moved to his hair, running his fingers through it and spreading his legs. Man spreading on his bed. Opening his eyes and keeping them on the ceiling. Trying to ignore the painful boner in his pants. 
Trying to ignore your echoing moans. 
The way you were sobbing quietly, yet encouraging Hawks to keep going, and saying profanities he didn’t even know you knew. It felt like your face was pressed against the wall, moaning loudly so he could hear. 
Almost like, you wanted him to hear. 
Is that what you wanted? You wanted him to fist his cock to the thought of you? Did you want him to fuck his hand to the thought of you? To the sound of his roommate fucking you? 
Is that what a slut like you wanted? 
Dabi palmed his throbbing cock. Looking at the window in his room. Glancing at the headphones resting on the windowsill. He blinked a few times, letting out a satisfied hum. His hips twitching forward. 
He winced, closing one eye and keeping the other one open. An almost pained expression washing over his face while he kept up with the action. Having a small mental debate in his head whether he should grab the headphones. 
He was leaning to yes-
“S-stop! S’to much! Can’t!..” You groaned loudly, making his face heat up. His hip lurching forward unintentionally as he grit his teeth. Not liking how his body was reacting to his roommate fucking his girlfriend. 
God, maybe he was a pervert. A sick man who liked to get off on girls who sounded like they were losing their mind on cock. Stretching their cunt and crying over the pleasure. Mind blanking with nothing but simple phrases and a mantra of their partner’s name. 
Seeing them squirt and moan uncontrollably just because it felt that good. 
Fuck, now he had to take care of his problem. A very uncomfortable and bothersome problem. One he really didn’t want to deal with. 
Dabi bit the inside of his cheek, reaching down for his sweats. His massive cock pressing an outline against his sweatpants. Hooking his fingers around the waist band for both the pants and his underwear. Allowing his cock to spring free. 
He winced, his shoulders jumping from the weird sensitivity. It had been awhile since he’d felt like that. 
He was already really hard. His mind clouded with arousal. His dick dripping with pre-cum, his tip blushed red. Throbbing from your goddamn voice. Honestly, how pathetic of him. Why was he so… infatuated with you? 
Well, infatuated enough to fuck his hand to the sound of you. 
Maybe it was because of Hawks. Always coming home and boasting about how great you are. Not even sexually, just as a girlfriend. How you were one of the few people to say ‘no’ yet, still made him feel good. Shit like that was rare for Hawks. 
He hated to admit it but Hawks was right. Dabi was envious of him. He wanted someone like you. Maybe that’s why he craved you so much. Maybe that's why he wanted to stroke his dick to the sound of you crying over Hawks’ cock. 
Because deep down, he wanted a girl like you. A girl who made him want to settle. And maybe, just maybe, you were that girl. 
Dabi took in a breath and held it. Trying to prepare for the sensation that was to come. 
He grabbed the base of his dick and instantly tried to stifle a groan. Biting onto his lower lip and feeling his eyes shut instantly. His tip was sensitive and wet with precum. Giving him some lubrication to slowly stroke his cock. For some reason, he didn’t want this to end just yet. 
He moved his hand up and down, tilting his head back and letting out a strained moan. Trying to stay as quiet as possible. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live down Hawks’ taunting if he found out what Dabi was doing. 
Dabi grunted, “F-fuck..” Suddenly feeling a whimper bubbling in his chest. 
Now, Dabi wasn’t completely proud of his next actions but- he did it anyways. He turned his body to the side, leaning the side of his head on the wall. Pressing his ear against the cool surface. 
Desperate to hear your voice. Desperate to hear you absolutely lose yourself. He was so filthy. 
You parted your wet lips, “H-hah! Kei-“ You panted, enjoying the way Keigo pressed the spongy spot inside you. “So- s’good! Right there!” You moaned. Arching your back and jolting forward with every thrust of his hips. 
Dabi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. High off the sound of your voice. Moving his hand up and down his cock in a slightly faster speed, the lewd noise of him stroking his cock echoing off the room. Adding to the indecent noises from next door. 
He grabbed the bottom of his tank top, lifting it to his mouth and biting onto the soft fabric. Making it easier for him to move his hand up and down his cock. Feeling his mind starting to blank slightly. Tilting his head back bucking his hip up into his hand. Whining softly as he tightened his hand, his expression changing into a grimace. Slightly pained by the feeling. 
Jesus, why was he so sensitive? 
Why was he so depreate to fuck you?
Imagining the expressions you were making. The way tears were falling down from your cheeks because the pleasure was too much. Or how you looked when sucking cock. Were your eyes still shimmery then? When a dick was stuffed deep in your throat.
What about when his cock was stuffed in your small cunt? What expression would you make then? What noises would you make? Would you cry and beg him to stop because it just felt too good?
Dabi imagined that you desperately grab at the sheets, trying to ground yourself from the building sensation within your belly. Running his tattooed arm under your frame and lifting your hips up. Allowing him to fuck you better. 
Your moans making him laugh. 
He’d press his mouth to your ear. Whisper all types of filthy things he’d like to do with you. Whisper praises and horrible degrations about how much you loved his dick 8 inches inside you. He’ll go as far to mock the sweet moans leaving your mouth. Making sure to never allow you a moment of relaxation until he was done with you.
Because you’d take everything he’d fucking give you. Like a good, sweet, and innocent little thing. 
Dabi felt his mind blanking, imagining you in front of him. Forcing your leg up, pressing his big hand on your thigh. Stretching your leg and allowing him to split your pussy around his cock. Grinning down at you while degrading you. Saying a mocking line of, ‘So much better than that small dicked Hawks.’ And he wouldn’t let you come until you admitted it. 
He moaned, dropping his body down in the bed. Arching his back into his hand and groaning. His lower stomach tightening. 
Feeling his sense of reality and pleasure mush together incoherently.
Shigaraki rubbed his eye, pressing the buttons of his ps5 controller in a pattern. Trying to eliminate the person he was playing against in Mortal Kombat. Laughing as he finished the person. 
He decided enough was enough and left the game. Grabbing his phone and clicking onto a message he got not too long ago. Replying to the person.
It was his ex from a month ago. Begging for a second chance. He rolled his eyes and typed a very simple, ‘no,’ before tossing his phone back on the bed. Despite his roommates, he wasn’t a big fan of hook-ups. He never saw the benefit of them. 
He didn’t like sleeping with random girls he found at parties. Despite how attractive they might’ve been. He’d much rather sleep with a girl he’s known for awhile, or had sexual tension with. It just made the act so much more satisfying in his eyes. 
That’s why he didn’t outright refuse to sleep with you. Admittedly, he considered it when the two of you first met each other, but then he got into a relationship. Which killed any motivation to do so. 
Which leads back to how Shigaraki knew you. 
Well, Shigaraki had always noticed you. Whether that was because you were walking to class or sitting in the back. It wasn’t because you were cute or mysterious or anything. Always wearing pajamas to class or drawing random things on your tablet. 
No, that wasn’t the reason he noticed you. 
It was because you always asked for a pencil. And not any pencil, a simple, sparkly, and pink mechanical pencil. You always refused the transformer mechanical pencils, you had to have the simple and boring ones. 
And why did you ask for one? 
Because you used it as a hair stick to put up your hair. 
That’s why Shigaraki knew you. He thought it was the weirdest thing, but soon found himself watching every time you did it. Slightly intrigued by the odd way you did your hair. You always laughed when you saw him watching. Turning your back to him and slowly doing your hair so he could ‘learn’ how you put up your hair.
Soon enough, the two of you would sometimes sit together. You would give a quick debrief on the topic the class was going over if Shigaraki didn’t get it. Which he greatly appreciated, since it wasn’t always so quiet at his house to study. (With his roommates constant ‘guest’ at the time.) 
He was actually quite fond of you. Enough to know your name and what you wore at least. He considered asking you on a date, but that’s when his girlfriend at the time asked him on a date. 
And, that’s how he knew you. 
And, also.. now the obvious. You were Hawks’ girlfriend. Hawks’ only girlfriend throughout college and highschool. Which was shocking to everyone at the school. 
So, you could imagine how surprised he was once he found out. Then, imagine his surprise when you two dated for over a week. Hell, over a month! Imagine how Shigaraki felt when Hawks brought you home. 
It was odd, but he was glad he wouldn’t have to hear the random sex noises in the middle of the night from Hawks’ special ‘guest.’ He still had Dabi to deal with, sure. But- hey, baby steps. 
Key word; Was glad. 
Shigaraki reached for his headphones, peeling them off his ears and instantly freezing. His head turned to the left wall. Again, it wasn’t odd for this sound to occur. 
Like he said before, he never had interest in random hook-ups. He’d always end up feeling a bit gross when hearing those noises. Opping out to putting his headphones back on and watching a movie. Or just playing a random video game he downloaded not too long ago. It’s what he did for every random girl being as obnoxious as she could. 
But, you weren’t a random girl.
You were a girl Shigraki knew. Liked, even. 
So, maybe that’s why he found it so… hot. 
Like, really fucking hot. 
Hearing the way you pleaded for more, desperate to have more. 
He placed his headphones down. Turning off his monitor and walking to his bed. Peeling off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the room. (He could honestly care less.) Then flopping down on his mattress. Pressing a strand of blue hair out of his face and sighing. 
He felt his dick throb at a certain small word you muttered. 
“Wait-wait.” You said, squealing softly. But, by the sounds of it, Hawks didn’t stop. “C-can your h-hah! roommates hear m-me?” 
You stopped shoving your face into some sheets, muffling yourself. “S-s’good, fuck. Keep g-going, please!” You begged. 
Shigraki felt his sanity shatter. Little pieces scattering over his room as he palmed his cock. Pressing his ear to the wall without a care. Because, deep down, Shigaraki was a pervert for women like you. Or, just you as of now. 
He shoved his hands down his pants, closing his eyes as he stroked himself. Spreading his legs and bending his knees. Shoving his pants down and continuing the motion. Groaning. 
He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. Trying to muffle his moans as he continued. Pumping his cock as he bit his hand. Breathing heavily through his nose. 
Shigaraki was somewhat of a pervert. 
Keigo groaned into your neck, biting into your shoulder to stifle his moans. He just needed his roommate to hear you, not him. Yet, he found himself constantly thinking back to what Shigaraki said. 
‘Shigaraki smiled, “Is that an offer?” 
Hawks looked at you, seeing as you were still pouting at what Dabi said before answering. “Somewhat.” 
Shigaraki shrugged his shoulders, “Then, yeah.” He got up, walking to the backyard. Turning his head to Hawks, “But, I don’t think you’d let me.”’
It was true. 
He didn’t want his roommate to even touch you. He was having trouble with doing this. Having his roommates hear you.
So, how the hell was he going to allow them to watch you.
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Keigo stirred in his sleep. Groaning as he opened his eyes. Feeling you press against his chest, arms wrapped around his torso awkwardly. He scoffed playfully, grabbing his phone and checking his notifications. When the text from yesterday caught his attention. 
He groaned, realizing it was from his Dad. 
Shit.
He sighed, pulling himself away from the bed and giving you a kiss on the head. Clicking onto his Father’s contact and walking out of the room. Slowly closing his door and pressing the call button. 
He bit the inside of his cheek, hearing his phone ring. Until his Father finally picked up. 
“Keigo!” 
He nodded once, forcing a smile from habit. “Father.” He dully responded, leaning back on his door and waiting for his response. 
“Don’t be like that, son!” 
Keigo licked his teeth, stifling a mocking laugh. “Just tell me what you need, I’ll go do it.” 
“What? I’m just checking up on my son, can I not do that?” He asked condescendly, “Did you finally get a nice girl to bring home.” 
Keigo didn’t respond, it's not that he didn’t want to- it’s just he didn’t know how. He's never had a girlfriend when he lived with his parents. He wouldn’t know how to say it, let alone admit it. 
His Father laughed, “I’m not hearing a no. Bring her around sometime, Son-“
“What do you want, Dad.” Keigo grit, trying to keep his cool. “‘Cause’ I know you don’t call your deadbeat son for no reason.” He laughed, “That seems more like a Rumi thing.” 
His Father laughed, but it was an obvious fake one. “I need you to grab some things for me, think you can do it?” 
Keigo thought for a second, “Depends, last time you had me ‘grab some things’ I ended up in the middle of a big drug deal.” He laughed, “Don’t think I want a gun pointed to my head again. I actually have something to live for now.” His mind flashed to you. 
“So you do have a little lady! How charming.” He forced a happy tone, “but no. It’s not that this time, just some papers I need to be picked up.” 
Keigo sighed, nodding his head. “Sure, I’ll go pick ‘em up for you.” He pushed himself off the door, entering his room again and grabbing a random black shirt. Trying to dress himself decently. 
“Great, it should take you 2, maybe 3 hours max.” 
Keigo mentally noted that, awkwardly placing his shoe on and leaving his room again. Shutting the door behind him and shooting you a text. 
“Alright, just text me everything you need done.” 
Keigo sighed, “Great, see ‘ya soon.” 
And like that, the phone call ended. He sighed, grabbing his keys and walking out of the house. This shouldn’t take him too long. He was just hoping he wouldn’t get shot at this time. 
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You sighed, pressing your forearms on the bed and lifting your head up. Blinking your eyes open and yawning. Reaching for your phone and checking the time. 
1:14
“Geez, how long was I out?” You whispered, wiping your eyes clean. Trying to wake your body up and sitting up on the soft bed. The sheets falling off your frame, making to reach for it again, Wrapping it around your shoulders. 
When your eyes landed on text on your phone. 
Keigo
‘Hey, I’m going out to do some work for my dad. Help yourself to anything in the house, love ya.’
You smiled, looking away and feeling your cheeks heat up. You just sent back a simple text. Then, looking around the room for a random shirt. Trying to make yourself decent before searching for a restroom. 
You pushed yourself off the bed, grabbing a shirt off the floor and placing it on the bed. Also, trying to locate your panties. You gave up and reached for your bag, pulling out a clean pair of underwear. A black lacy bra with matching panties.
You were originally going to change into them when you were going to return home. But, considering you didn’t know where your panties were -and you wanted to wear a clean pair- you decided to change into them. 
You placed them on your body, then grabbed the big white shirt slipping it over your bare frame. Walking to the door and slowly opening it. Peaking your head out and checking if the coast was clear. You nodded to yourself and continued your adventure for the restroom. 
Standing on your tippy toes and making sure not to make too much noise. Reaching for the restroom and slowly pulling the door open. Walking inside and shutting the door slowly. You sighed a breath of relief, placing your forehead against the door. 
“Mission accomplished.” 
“Really?” 
You yelped, putting your hands up and towards the person behind you. Trying to block whatever was in front of you. You blinked a few times, laughing as you lowered your hands. 
“Dabi!” You stated, smiling brightly as you pushed yourself off the door. “What are you doing here?” 
His eyes went back to the mirror in front of him. Raising the white fluffy towel from around his neck to his hair. Trying to dry it. You noticed how it was slightly stained back due to his hair dye. “Uhm, it’s my restroom and house.” He looked at you smiling, “If anything, I should be asking you that question.” 
You giggled, pushing yourself past him and pointing to the toilet. “Just have to use the restroom.” He nodded, looking back at the mirror and continued to dry his hair. Grabbing a bottle off the counter and squeezing it in his hands, rubbing it into his hand and then running it through his hair. Ignoring you. 
You blinked, tilting your head. “Are you going to leave? I need to use the restroom..” 
He looked at you, laughing. “What? Are you going to take a shit?” He looked back at the mirror, reaching for another bottle. 
You felt your face heat up as you awkwardly looked to the side, muttering a small- ‘No.’ Trying to ignore his nonchalant persona.
He smiled tauntingly, “I promise I won’t look.” He cooed.
You scoffed, peeling off your underwear and sitting on the toilet. Beginning to do your business. 
Dabi loudly laughed, “I was joking but, okay?” 
You were mortified. 
“I like it. You got balls kid.” 
You finished grabbing some toilet paper and wiping yourself. Saying a soft -and embarrassed- “don’t call me that.” Then pulling up you underwear, walking to the sink and standing at his side. Washing your hands. 
“Good morning, Dabi.” You added.
He gave you a look. “Doll, it’s like an hour past noon.” 
You giggled, shaking your hands. Trying to get them dry. “Good afternoon, Dabi.” 
He laughed, shaking his head and replying- “Good afternoon, Y/n.” 
You tilted your head up, looking at him. Flicking some water in his direction and speaking, “Are you just a jerk to my boyfriend, or is it a ‘don’t talk to me past 12 am’ thypa’ thing?” 
Dabi didn’t like your boyfriend. You, fortunately, weren’t your boyfriend. He could tolerate you. (I mean, he was stroking his dick to the sound of you not too long ago. The least he could do is actually be nice.) And, you were pretty enjoyable to talk to. 
So far. 
Dabi looked to the side, pretending to think. “It could be both.” He opened the door, allowing you to walk outside. You thanked him and turned around, peering at him while the two of you walked. “And, I just don’t really like your..” He cringed at the word. “Boyfriend.”
“Really? I lov-“ you cut yourself off, feeling your face heat up from the look Dabi gave you. “I adore my boyfriend.” 
“Good for you.” 
You giggled and followed him into the living room. Except that’s where the two of you seperated. You went to the pantry trying to locate a bottle of water. While Dabi went to the couch. Sitting down and grabbing the remote. 
Ignoring Shigaraki’s protest about how he was already watching something. He didn’t care, just changed the channel to something he would enjoy. 
You found a bottle and sipped on it. Grabbing your phone and texting Keigo about food. You offered to get an Uber and make something. Since you were slightly in the cooking mood. (Also, it was something you and Rumi did frequently. So, you learned to be quite a good cook.) 
Keigo just offered to bring something to the house. You declined, not wanting to spend any more money this week. He did already take you out somewhere nice a few days ago. 
You leaned on the counter. Continuing to talk about dinner with your boyfriend. Trying to come up with a money safe idea.
Dabi moved his eyes to Shigaraki, biting the inside of his cheek. Taking small glances in your direction.
A white oversized t-shirt, (which belonged to Hawks.) draping to the mid of your thighs. But, due to the thin material he could practically see your black lacy bra underneath. 
He’s pretty sure Shigaraki was staring at the black panties that matched. Two very different perspectives. 
It was interesting. 
You were eye candy, something for him to look at. And you cooked. You were really good at cooking, -something Hawks had always raved about- and Dabi wanted to try one of your dishes. 
He grabbed his phone, replying to a conversation he ghosted last night. Ignoring Shigaraki getting up and walking to you. 
“What’s on the menu for dinner?” Dabi said, not looking away from his phone. He should probably tell Hawks you're making food or something.
Shigaraki nodded, going into the pantry and grabbing a water of his own. Standing behind you while you spoke. 
You looked up from your phone, intrigued. “Well, what are you guys feeling?” You asked, taking a moment to look at Shigaraki then Dabi. Trying to acknowledge them both. Smiling the whole time. 
Dabi thickly swallowed. 
Shit.
Dabi didn’t expect that. His eyes went off his screen then back to it. “Uhm, steak? Maybe?” 
You texted Hawks about making steak. You smiled when he agreed with the dish. “Do you guys even have steak?” You looked to the side, thinking for a moment. “Oh! And texan bread?” You asked, going to the refrigerator and opening it. “Do you guys have Texan bread?” 
You were beaming, practically jumping in your spot at the idea of making food. Having people try your food! You’ve always wanted to share your skills!
He blinked at you, slowly nodding his head. Caught off guard by your enthusiasm.
Shigaraki pointed to the freezer, “Yeah, it’s in the freezer.” He took a sip of his water, watching as you walked to the freezer. Peeling open the door and looking inside. 
You finger going up and down lightly, checking if they had all the main ingredients so far. You pouted seeing that the door wasn’t tenderized. 
Dabi’s  eyebrows squished together. Okay, now, he was confused. “Wait, you’re actually going to make it?” He placed his phone down, turning his head over the couch. 
You looked from behind the freezer door, tilting your head. “Yeah? I mean, you asked, why wouldn’t I?” Your tone was sweet, a smile matching it. He wondered why you were so positive. “I love cooking for my friends and family.” 
You were friends with Dabi?
You were friends with Shigaraki?
You blinked a few times, thinking. “Oh!” You softly said, “Did you guys want to help?” 
Suddenly you were ecstatic. 
“Wait! Want me to teach you how to make the best steak! Me and Rumi perfected a recipe!” You leaned forward, grabbing the stuff and placing them on the counter. “I even taught Keigo how to cook the perfect steak!“
Shigaraki laughed, “I’m down. Beats sitting around and getting high.” 
You clapped your hands together lightly, nodding your head. Excited. “Dabi?” You asked, turning to him and tilting your head. 
He sighed, pushing himself off the couch and talking into the kitchen. “Sure.” 
You smiled and nodded your head. 
“Okay! Time to get dirty.” 
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You reached up on your tippy toes. Reaching for something on the top shelf of the pantry. Trying to reach for some seasoning. 
You huffed, pressing your heels to the floor again. Placing your hand on your hip and pouting.
Who was the idiot who made the shelf’s so high? 
You considered climbing the shelves for a second. But, the idea of falling or even breaking the shelves due to your weight dashed through your head. Both of which would be incredibly embarrassing. 
You reached for it one more time. Jumping up and trying to grab. You knew the earth was messing with you when your fingers grazed the bottle. You landed on the ground, rolling your eyes and groaning. 
You turned over your shoulder, looking back into the kitchen. Nibbling on your bottom lip and peaking your head out. Peering at the two men in the kitchen, grabbing a few things for the meat. 
You felt slightly embarrassed to ask, but softly called- “Shigaraki?” Making the male turn his head to you, nodding softly. 
“Can- could you help me grab something?” 
He stifled a laugh, “I’m pretty sure there’s a step stool in there.” 
You should’ve just took your chances climbing the actual shelves. That was way more embarrassing. 
You looked back in the small room, eyes scanning over the room and looking for the step stool. When you couldn’t find it you peaked your head back out. 
“Actually, I’m pretty sure Keigo broke it.��� Dabi added, looking at Shigaraki.
Shigaraki laughed. “Shit, my bad Y/n. Yeah, let me just help you out.” He placed the bag of bread down. Whipping his hands on a towel and walking into the pantry with you. 
“So, what’s troubling ya’?” He casually voiced. Looking around the small room for a second. Trying to guess his own question. 
You smiled sheepishly. Standing in front of the item and pointing at it, turning your head over your shoulder. “That one.” A bottle at the top shelf. 
Shigaraki laughed. Nodding his head and walking forward. 
You were about to move out of the way when his hand landed on your shoulder. You silently gasped, keeping your body forward as Shigaraki pressed his front to your back. Reaching up and grabbing the item you wanted to receive. 
You felt your eyes widen, face burning with embarrassment as you kept your face forward. Trying to ignore the male behind you. 
You could feel his chest right against your head. You could smell the body wash he used and a faint burnt ash smell. Maybe it was from the cigarettes. 
His hand followed the curve of your back. Moving to the small of your back, smiling as he lowered the item. 
Shigaraki brought the seasoning in front of your face. Lowering his head so it was close to your ear and grinning. “Here.” He shook the seasoning in front of you. 
You swallowed quitely, keeping your hand pressed to your side. Embarrassed by the close proximity between the two of you. You blinked once, running your tongue over your lips. 
You turned your head in his direction, noses already touching. Shigaraki’s eyes widened in surprise. Unaware of how close he was to you.
“Thank you.” You whispered, feeling your lips part. Your eyes moving over his face. 
He did the same. “Yeah, no problem.” His eyes went to your lips then back to your eyes. Memories from last night flashing in his head. 
Your sweet voice tainted. The way he wished he was the one making you cry in ecstasy. Pumping his cock and wishing you were underneath him. 
He thickly swallowed, moving his hand to the side of your waist. A silent gasp leaving your lips from the sensation. 
You nodded, taking a step back and feeling your back press against the shelfs. Keeping you aware of how small the space was. Maybe how big Shigaraki was. 
He placed the bottle on a much lower shelf. Moving the other one to cup your cheek. Bringing you closer to his face. You felt frozen, letting out a quiet and embarrassed. “Uhm..” 
You felt his nose touch yours.
“Did you get it or not?” Dabi shouted, “Or do you princesses need help?” You could hear the sarcasm dripping in Dabi’s voice. 
It helped you snap out of it. 
Because a part of you wondered if Dabi knew what was happening. And, that scared you. What would Keigo think?
Suddenly you were extremely aware of what you were wearing. How thin the material was. How bare you were in a house full of men. Should you be worried?
Shigaraki and Dabi weren’t threats like that. They didn’t even really like you. They tolerated you. 
At least I think so. 
That’s also another reason you were making food. To get on their good side. You used your left hand to press the white shirt against your body. 
“Thank you for grabbing the bottle for me.” You softly said, pressing your hand against his lips softly. Tilting your head and smiling awkwardly. It kinda looked like you were embarrassed. 
He blinked a few times. Realizing what he was doing. 
Oh shit.
Two things flashes in his head. 
One being- Damn. 
The other being- I’m so fucked if Y/n tells Hawks this.
He pulled back, not knowing what to say. “Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s the least I can do when you’re making us food.” He forced a smile. 
You could tell it was forced. 
You smiled back, nodding your head and pushing yourself away from the shelves. Grabbing the seasoning and walking out of the room. Giving him a final glance. You passed him a friendly wink, trying to get him not to worry. 
You didn’t want him to freak out over a small accident. 
A small accident. 
“C’on, I’ll teach you my secrets.” You cheerfully said, putting a thumbs up and glancing at Dabi. He was busy setting out the meat. 
Thankfully.
Shigaraki took a moment to regain himself. Running a hand through his hand and laughing silently. 
What the hell. 
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Keigo laughed at Shigaraki, watching as he struggled to drink the alcohol he bought. Dabi stifled a laugh, trying not to embarrass him further. 
You weren’t a fan of drinking, so you didn’t want to actually sit at the table. 
So, you sat on the couch, legs crossed as you watched the movie playing. Distinctly listening to the conversation happening in the kitchen. 
Keigo got home a while after you finished eating. Which you kinda’ felt guilty of, considering you didn’t wait for your boyfriend to eat. Dabi and Shigaraki were at the table finishing their meals. While Keigo just started his. Which was kinda amusing to hear.
You heard your phone loudly ‘ding!’ Making you reach for it and check the notification. 
My smart bunny <3
You smiled, letting out a small laugh and unlocked your phone. Pulling the screen down to see your notifications. You silently read the message. 
‘What time you coming home tonight? Should I get food?’
You blinked a few times. Processing her words. 
When were you going home? Actually, you were using the only clean pair of underwear you brought. (And, you have no clue where the other pair went.) Also, you really wanted to take a hot shower. So, you really needed to get home. 
You tilted your head back, glancing at your boyfriend. “Uhm, Kei?-“ You softly said, trying to get his attention politely. 
He looked at you, nodding his head as he cut into his meat. Placing the juicy piece in his mouth while listening to you speak. 
You watched as the other boys looked at you. You felt your face heat up, almost embarrassed to say it in front of Dabi and Shigaraki. Considering it could come off as rude.
“Uhm, I don’t have any more clean clothes- and kinda’ need to shower..” You softly said, “So, I was wondering when you were going to drive me home.” You giggled, scratching your cheek as you awkwardly smiled. 
He smiled, a hidden panic flashing through his eyes. Keigo needed to complete his goal today. Or he wouldn’t be able to send Rumi that special video.  So, he had to think. And he had to think fast. 
“Uh, you can use my shower.” He got up from his chair, pushing it back with his legs. A honey smile on his lips while extending his hand friendly. “Here, let me grab you a shirt-“ 
Shigaraki quickly cut in, looking at the laundry room. “I actually just washed some of my shirt, so she can wear something straight out of the dryer.” Dabi silently gave Shigaraki a look, wondering if he meant to jab at Hawks. 
You smiled and nodded your head, about to accept his offer when Keigo spoke for you. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He said, pushing his chair in and walking to his room. “As her boyfriend I want to take care of her, even if it’s something simple like a shirt.” 
Dabi chuckled, looking at Shigaraki and smiling. “Damn, didn’t think you had it in you.” He pushed his chair out, “Anyways, I kinda’ wanna’ freshen up.” He waved at Shigaraki, getting up and walking to his room. He quickly shouted over his shoulder- “You can shower after me!” Before entering his room and trying to grab something clean for him to wear once he was done showering. 
You ended up in the restroom. (You ended up using Dabi and Shigaraki’s restroom in the morning.) Waiting for Keigo to bring you a clean towel and clothes. You sat on the toilet lid, kidding your feet back and forth. Listening to the shower run and watching the mirror fog. 
The door opened, Keigo walking into the room and closing the door behind him. A dimpled smile brightly shining at you while he raised the items in his hand. Showing you what he was holding. 
Two towels. 
You giggled and stood up, wrapping your hands around his neck. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Is this an offer?” 
Keigo poked his cheek with his tongue, looking to the side. Letting his hands wander to your ass, grabbing it and slowly running them up his back. Lifting your white shirt. 
“Of course.” 
❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀❀ꕥ❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷
The air was fresh, the living room smelled of fresh coconut. Your hair was damp along with everyone else in the room. An old show playing on the TV.
You softly giggled as you nodded your head. “Right? I didn’t even know people actually did drugs until I went to highschool.” 
Dabi laughed loudly, “Really? I think I was doing Molly back in middle school.” 
You didn’t exactly remember what Molly was but, you distinctly remember Keigo telling you something about it. Maybe, it was the drug you took when you two first got together. 
“Dabi, I’ve been meaning to ask.” You said, pointing at his arm. 
He looked in the direction you were pointing. Immediately smiling knowingly. “Shoot, Doll.” 
You smiled, “Do you have any more tattoos, like hidden ones?” You asked. “I’ve been wanting to get one with Keigo so, I’m kinda curious.” 
Dabi’s eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile as he glanced at Hawks. Who was directly behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. 
“Yeah, I do.” He tilted his head, “I can show you if you want.” 
You nodded quickly, excited to see more of his inked skin when Keigo spoke up. “No, s’it okay Dabi. You can tell us about them later.” He smiled, flashing his white teeth at him. 
Dabi followed, “No, Keigo. I think she really wants to see it.” He said, licking his teeth as he scrunched his nose tauntingly. 
Shigaraki took a sip of his water, raising his eyebrows. Pressing the white fluffy towel to his wet hair. He was starting to feel like this conversation wasn’t about tattoos. 
Keigo felt his eye twitch. “Dabi, she’ll see it later. I promise.” Keigo enjoyed the way Dabi’s face dropped for a second, utterly confused about what he was talking about. “Now, drop it.” He forced a smile, placing his chin on your shoulder. Wrapping the big blanket around you two. Trying to cool down. 
You giggled, shrugging your shoulders as you placed a small kiss on Keigo’s head. Leaning on it while looking at the screen. Laughing silently at the joke played on the screen.
You jolted, feeling Keigo’s hands tracing your thighs. You quietly yelped, feeling him pinch you. He smiled against your neck, shushing you quietly. You sighed and nodded your head, suppressing the noise bubbling in your throat. 
You awkwardly shuffled against Keigo. Feeling the way he nuzzled his nose against your bare neck. Sending nice shivers down your body to your…
You glanced at the other two boys in the room, scared they may be watching you. You noticed that they had their attention on the screen of the TV. You sighed in relief, leaning back into his chest and trying to silently tell him to stop. 
You patted his hand, clasping it in yours. He smiled against your skin, running his tongue up your neck to your ear. Pressing a taunting kiss as he squeezed your hand. Making your body heat up. 
“Kei!” You whisper shouted, smiling at Shigaraki when he passed you a glance. Keigo smiled. 
“What? They don’t care.” He pressed another kiss to the nape of your neck. You straightened up, sticking your hand out the blanket and waving at him. Forcing a smile. 
Shigaraki gave you a look before nodding his head and waving back. Slowly turning his head to the TV. Giving Dabi a soft shove in your direction. Trying to silently tell him what was going on between you two.
Dabi already knew. He just gave a quick glance, keeping his eyes on the screen. He didn’t want to stare too long. 
“Y/n?” He whispered, mkaing you peer over your shoulder. 
You nodded your head, pouting slightly when looking at him. 
Kiego smiled, running his tongue over his teeth. “Can I have kiss?” You could feel your eyebrows mush together in confusion. Slowly turning to face him and nodding your head slightly. Opening your legs and straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck and awkwardly smiling. 
You tried to remind yourself, ‘they don’t care’ as you leaned into Keigo. Fluttering your lashes shut and kissing him. His hands hitting your waist and bringing you closer to his body. 
You tensed feeling his tongue circle yours perfectly. A small muffled yelp leaving your lips as you jumped in surprise. Your body immediately melting into his body. Enjoying the way he gripped your hips and forced you to move against him. 
His eyes opened, shooting at Dabi and Shigaraki. Who were taking small glances in your direction before looking back at the TV screen. Not wanting to stare for too long, yet wanted to watch the scene unfolding next to them. They wanted to see you unfold. 
Keigo smiled, pinching your waist making you yelp. Pulling away as you cutely glared at him. “Why’s you do that?” You expressed, rubbing the spot with the palm of your hand. 
Keigo smiled and shrugged, biting the corner of his bottom lip to suppress a laugh. 
You giggled and leaned back. Glancing at the other boys before feeling his hands dip under your arms and hold your back. His lips coming to the center of your neck, kissing over the smooth surface while he lowered his hands. Moving them to your hips as he bit your neck softly. Encouraging you to grind against his dick. 
You didn’t mind, just started to crave the suppressed moans he let out when you grind your hips into him. Your hands gave him silent praise as you massaged his arms, encouraging him to continue. Your head tilting to the side to make it easier for him to kiss you. 
A certain roll of your hips made you yelp, Keigo’s neck kissing coming to a stop as he did it again. Smiling knowingly against your skin as his golden eyes moved over your skin. A soft moan leaving you this time. His lips ghosted your neck, making you shiver in response. “Do you like that?” He whispered, running his tongue up your neck. You blinked a few times, Keigo’s hair tickling your face. You nodded your head, not saying anything. 
A chucke left him, as he kissed the center of your collarbone softly. “C’on, use your words.” Your mind went blank for a second as his dick rubbed against your clit, your hips stuttering for a moment as your hands gripped him a little harder. “I’ll promise to reward your good behavior, lovely.”
For a moment you almost pulled away, that sentence seemed a little too real for your liking, but you ignored it and tried to enjoy the situation. 
“God..” you moaned. “Yes.” His hands landed on your waist, his eyes watching the way your hips moved against his, trying to feel his cock within his pants. Your panties making him smile to himself. 
He looked back at the other men in the room. Feeling his eye twitch. Keigo's eyes darkened, slightly annoyed by the attention- or lack of. His hands went to your thighs, pulling them apart. Letting his hand slot in between them. 
You squeaked, slapping your hand over your mouth. Tightening the blanket around yourself around your body, not wanting to show what was happening underneath. Keigo placed he chin on your shoulder, humming. “Honey.” 
Suddenly, you were hyper aware of the other people in the room. Infact, you were super embarrassed. Pressed your lips together, trying to be quite. “Keigo.” You grit. Trying not to make a noise. “Can you not?…. Don’t want them.” 
He kissed your neck, whispering against your ear. “To see?” He questioned, “Are you sure?”
His finger rubbed your clit, your mind went blanking. A white fuzz filling your headspace with thought of him. He smiled, “C’on, I know you want them to watch, touch, feel you.” You felt yourself nod. Eyes darting to the other boys in the room. 
“Yeah.” You whispered, shutting your eyes. “I kinda’ want that.” 
Keigo chuckled, glancing at Dabi. “Dabi.” He said, making the man look at you. “Shigaraki.” He added, trying to get both of their attention. “You wanna watch?” He fended. 
Turning your body around to face them. Keeping you planted in his lap. 
Both of them were silent, unaware of how to respond to Keigo’s offer. Shigaraki spoke for both of them. “Are you?.. You want us to fu-“ 
Keigo glared, “It’s an offer to watch, okay?” He slowly smiled, running his finger over your clit again. You tilted your head back, letting out a rather loud moan. You hand gripping his hand. Silently telling him to continue.
“S’good- don’t- don’t-“ you felt your hips buckle forward, your hands dropping. Your body relaxing against Keigo’s. 
Dabi’s and Shigaraki's eyes immediately went to Keigo’s hand. Watching the way he rubbed your outside your panties. 
Dabi bit his lip, pressing his hand over his growing erection. Feeling his thoughts wander all over. 
While Shigaraki embraced it. Suppressing himself from palming his growing cock. Imagining what you’d look like without them. 
You pressed your lips together, a strained whimper escaping. You couldn’t talk or you were struggling to. Everything was just a mumbled plea and beg with some curse words in between.
Keigo laughed, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at them. “What?” he cooed, “Why don’t you put on a show for them, Love.” He slipped his finger in your waistband. Pressing it directly on your clit. You felt your body spasm. Your back arching as you turned your head to the side. 
Tears pearled your eyes, “Shit- don’t stop.” You quickly said, spreading your legs and grabbing at the blanket.  Letting Keigo work his finger around your clit. His nose nuzzling against your neck fondly as he worked spreading you open again with his free hand. Golden eyes glancing up at the other men in the room as he pulled your panties to the side. 
He smiled when Dabi’s hands moved against his cock. It was so subtle, he could’ve missed it. He laughed, “Dabi you wanna fuck your cock with your hand?” Keigo licked his lips, feeling his eyes darken. Golden eyes trained on him, seizing the opportunity to taunt him. “Promise I-“ he glanced at you, smiling. “We won’t judge.” 
You bit your lip, nodding your head. (It was Keigo moving your head.) As you let your head dip down, finding it hard to keep up. Your head becoming heavy and fuzzy. Almost like TV static. 
“S’close, Kei I’m-“ he pulled his hand away. 
Bringing it to cheek and wiping off your slick. Laughing at the way you blinked in confusion. Your legs twitching together. You were about to protest when Keigo hushed you. Pressing a finger to his lips and silently telling you to be quiet. 
“Dabi, Shigaraki, any suggestions.” 
You brought your head up, looking at the two males. Your eyes are glossy and empty. You looked like a doll. Lashes clumped together while you slowly blinked.
Shigaraki shivered, standing up and walking towards you. Keigo felt his eyes twitch but forced himself to remain calm. Observing what he was going to do. 
His hand came to your face, tilting your head to look up at him. Shigaraki’s eyes glancing at Keigo's before leaning closer to you. The memory from earlier in the pantry flashing through his head. He still wanted to kiss you. 
You fluttered your lashes, tilting your head and looking at him. “Shiggy, do you wanna’ kiss me?” You slurred, leaning into him. He blinked a few times, his lips pressing together as he felt himself get nervous. You gave him a cute fucked out smile, quickly glancing at Keigo. Trying to give silent approval before continuing your actions. 
Keigo briefly nodded, making you look back at shigaraki and nodded lightly. Feeling his hand pull you towards him softly. Pressing your lips to his. A part of you was surprised by how slow and soft he was. Slowly moving his lips against yours. You pulled back, running your tongue over your lips and looking to the side. “Were you smoking?” 
He blushed, “I- I was..” He sighed, smiling back. Nodding his head. 
You giggled, eyes moving to Dabi. Seeing was staring at the both of you. You pressed your finger to your lips. “Want one?” You questioned, leaning back in Keigo. 
Dabi laughed at the way Keigo was glaring at shigaraki. Standing up and pushing Shigaraki out of the way. Lifting your chin and pressing kisses to your neck. Letting his free hand roam under your shirt. Reaching for your breast and running his tongue over your neck. Enjoying the way you moaned. 
“Like that?” 
You nodded, pushing yourself off Keigo and leaning into Dabi. He smiled against your skin, laughing taughteningly. “You wanna’ feel even better?” You quickly nodded, watching the way his hand caressed your cheek. His thumb pressing against your bottom lip and parting them. “Open.” He cooed, watching the way you parted your lips. Enjoying the way he pressed his lips to yours. Kissing you perfectly. 
His icy eyes flickered to Keigo’s golden ones. Enjoying the utter jealousy burning within them. Smiling against your lips. 
Keigo Pulled away from you, placing you on the couch. “Y/n?” 
You pulled away from Dabi, a small string of saliva breaking once you did so. Nodding your head and leaning towards him. 
“Wanna’ suck my dick?” You blinked a few times, letting the words register in your head before nodding. Keigo grabbed a strand of your hair, pressing behind your ear. Smiling cockily. “Good.” He cooed. 
Dabi came behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he smiled against your ear. Shigaraki sitting on the couch and palming his dick. He always wanted to watch something like this while fucking his dick with his hand. 
Dabi laughed, “Or, do you want me to eat you out.” 
You looked at him, turning over your shoulder and biting your lip. Unsure of what to say. Keigo laughed, “C’on Dabi, don’t be like that.” He sang. “Who says we can’t do both?” 
Dabi grinned, nodding his head. Flipping you to your back and raising your shirt, while you just looked at him. Forearms lifting your torso off the ground and watching as he grabbed your panties. Pulling them down your legs. 
While Keigo ran his thumb over your lips. Smiling down at you. “You’re about to feel real good, Dove.” You nodded, swallowing the saliva that pooled in your mouth. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. You heard Keigo and Shigaraki audibly groan. 
Keigo nodded his head. “Good girl, knowing just what to do.” He placed the head of his cock against your tongue. Groaning at the wet and hot muscle. You slowly licking it, not able to move too much due to the position you were in 
Dabi groaned, seeing the way you soaked the thin cloth of your panties. The way you clit was swollen and sensitive with desire. Begging to be touched, licked, fucked. He pressed his hips to the floor, trying to grind on his erection. 
He ran a light finger over your clit. Watching you jolt with anticipation and sensitivity. You shuffled your hips close to him, enticing a small chuckle from his lips. He ran his finger down your slit, his fingers coated with slick. “Fuck, you’re really liking this. Huh?” 
You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you meekly nodded. Admitting that you did like what was happening. You like the attention, the feelings, the emotions. It made your body tingle with pleasure. You just wanted more of it. 
Dabi laughed and softly ran his tongue over your clit, your back arching instinctively. Hips twitching in his direction as you were desperate for more. His finger formed a ‘v’ parted your lips as he stared at you. His mind blanking with pleasure. Memories from the night before, his fantasies flashing through his head. He thickly swallowed. Fuck he needed his taste you. 
Yet, he couldn’t help himself. The words fell out of his mouth perfectly. “Fuck, you feeling’ good?” He grinded his hips into the floor. His cock gaining some needed friction. Dabi was going to fuck you.
You slurtly giggle, a soft moan leaving you as you nodded your head mindlessly. Just desperate to feel good. Keigo glanced at Dabi, “Well, what are you waiting for. Make the pretty girl feel good.” He taunted, pushing the head of his cock in your mouth. Groaning with a pained expression. Fuck your mouth felt so good.
Dabi didn’t object, just immediately ran his tongue over your bud. Sucking on it as one of his fingers worked inside of your tight slit. Curling up with flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your body twitching as you loudly moaned into Keigo’s cock. 
You arched your back, Dabi’s free hand dipped under your shirt to feel your stomach for a moment. Before slowly bringing them to your back and grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his mouth. His grip tightening once you started to squirm. Gripping onto his hair and instinctively pulling him closer to your cunt.
Keigo groaned, eyes following to the back of his head with every shallow thrust of his hip. The head of his cock dipping into your mouth and coming back out. Before he would bottom out, his abdomen touching your chin with every deep thrust he gave. 
Your hot mouth sucking him back in so eagerly everytime he pulled out. His cock sensitive and red with saliva. Shiny with your sticky spit. He could feel a coil in his stomach watching the way your throat bulged with each thrust. Your tongue working around his cock perfectly. 
The way you gagged. Couldn’t help but moan and roll your eyes back when Dabi ran his experienced tongue over your sensitive clit. Moans muffled and cut off with every sharp thrust. It was filthy, yes. But god, you were so fucking hot. 
God, and it felt so good. You felt amazing, hell you always felt amazing. Keigo always got pussy drunk with you. His mind blanking with pleasure as he grabbed the sheets of his bed. For his thick cum deep inside your needy pussy. He couldn’t help it when he was with you. You just felt too good. 
Sometimes it hurt. In one of the best ways possible. Believe it or not, Keigo liked fucking you until it hurt. ‘Til the tip of his cock burned with sensitively and begged him to stop. But, he couldn’t. It felt too good. He liked getting to a point of no return. Mind blanking with nothing but you and pleasure. 
Tears pearling his eyes as he couldn’t help but moan into you damp skin. Biting your neck as you proclaimed you loved him. He loved getting you to the point because he knows you don’t even know what you’re saying at that point. 
Keigo’s hand went to your neck, grabbing it and jerking himself off inside your throat. His eyes rolling to the back of his head while he felt his toes curl. God, you felt amazing. Your mouth felt amazing. 
“You’re doing so good, Y/n.” Keigo praised, his head tilting back when you moaned from Dabi’s tongue. He pulled his tongue out, watching you pant for air. Chest heaving up and down dramatically as he jerked off. 
“You talk too much.” Dabi scoffed, talking into your cunt. Removing his mouth and running his thumb over the spot he left. Not wanting to completely remove all your pleasure. 
“You just don’t talk enough.” Keigo rebutted, placing the head of his cock back in your mouth. Slowly thrusting it in your mouth. Softly groaning at the sensation and sight. Neck bulging with the size. 
Dabi raised an eyebrow. Grinning slyly. “You want me to talk?” He taunted. 
Keigo laughed, “Why don’t you ask the person who it actually matters.” He said, smiling as he pulled out. Your saliva coating his cock, strings of saliva snapping once he got far enough. 
Dabi laughed, “What about it, Y/n? Like my voice?” You looked to the side, wondering where the hell he got that from, but didn’t disagree. His voice was nice, really nice. You took a moment to answer, but replied with a quick and meek nod of your head. He smiled, making you turn away. 
“Yeah?” He grabbed your face softly, bringing you to look at him. “Of course you do.” His lips met your abdomen. Sending a tickling sensation through your body. His mouth returning to your small bud. Sucking it softly. 
Keigo’s hands massaged your breast, making a nice moan leave you. His tongue ran over his sharp teeth as he moved his hand and pinched at your nipples. Humping your mouth as he groaned.
You felt your back arch. Eyes rolling back as you felt Dabi suck on your clit, curling his fingers and moaning into your cunt. You felt your body spasm, your legs squishing around Dabi’s head. As you felt this string in your belly snap. Suddenly going slack as Keigo laughed. 
“Damn, you really tired her out.” He smiled, pushing his hips deeper and grimacing. Feeling himself strain before cumming into your mouth. Watching the way your neck contracted around him. Swallowing his thick seed. 
He chuckled darkly, running his tongue over his teeth as he pulled out. Watching you saliva coat his dick. Shiny and thick. He ran a hand through his hair, caressing your cheek. “You’re such a whore sometimes, Dove.” He cooed, eyes flicking to Shigaraki. “Isn’t she, Shigaraki?” 
You glanced over to him, eyes glossy with tears. You could feel your pupils dilate when looking at Shigaraki. 
His cock throbbing in his palm as he panted. Face tinted in red as his bottom lip looked swollen . Like he was biting into it. And his cock covered in cum. 
“Damn man, you looked fucked up. Didn’t know you’d be into this kinda’ thing.” Dabi taunted, licking his fingers. His tongue running over his lips. 
“Shut up Dabi.” He retorted. Running his tongue over his lips. Eyes darting to you. 
Keigo sighed, looking at Shigaraki. “Actually, that gives me a good idea.” He said, “Y/n, get on your knees for me.” He glanced at the couch, reaching for his phone. “Wanna’ show Rumi how slutty her crush is.” 
You felt your eyes widen, jumping off the ground and on the couch. “Wait, what?” You said, “Rumi likes me?!”
Dabi let out a breathy laugh, raising his hand to his face. Covering the amused look he had. “Fuck, that’s all you man.” 
Keigo smiled, “Of course she does, we all do.” He cooed, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the floor. “I just want to-“ He gestured to the other two men in the room. “Add her to the fun.” You hated how inviting and charming his smile was. 
You bit your lip, nodding your head and leaning into him. Placing a small kiss on his lips and pulling back. Going on your knees and leaning down. Keigo chuckled, nodding his head approvingly. 
“Good.” He praised, a hand pressed into the small of your back, keeping you pressed between the floor and himself. “S’good for me.” 
You didn’t even notice how close you were to Dabi. Him kneeling on the floor, you in between his legs. Looking up at him. Literally. 
You flinched when you saw a light flash. Despite knowing what what was happening, you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth. “What are you doing?” Keigo didn’t reply, just pressed his hand between your shoulder blades. Making you shiver and deepen your arch. 
“I want fuck you like this.” He said, holding his cock. You felt your legs close, wanting to rub your thighs together. You flinched, feeling his cock press against your ass. 
D-did he get bigger?...
You could feel your eyes move to the other boys in the room. Seeing them utterly engrossed in the way Keigo was touching you. Your body is like a magnetic pull, unable to look away. You looked back at his sweat, which was unfortunately worse. His dick print catching you completely off guard. You ended up looking at the floor, face burning in embarrassment. 
You blinked a few times, feeling Keigo’s hands rubbing the dip of your waist soothingly before lifting you up slightly. Letting his hand roman over your stomach before squeezing your tits softly. Enjoying the way your shoulders jumped up in shock. 
A small moan escaped you as he did so, making him smile cockily. “You like that?” He taunted, “You like to be recorded and watched like a slut?” You shook your head, not giving him much satisfaction. His hands tore away from his chest to the back of your neck. Lifting you up slightly so he could talk against your ear. Chuckling darkly. 
“I’d suggest you start talk or I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to.” Your eyes fluttered. Your mouth going slack in shock. You pussy burning with desire, your mind clouding with filthy thoughts. 
Holy- this is exactly what I needed.
You pressed your hips closer to his, trying to encourage him to do something. Keigo choked back a groan as he lowered the camera to your thighs. Biting his lip and stifling his laugh. “Impatient little thing.” He cooed, pressing the head of his cock to your drooling cunt before rubbing your clit.  Keeping the camera up and ready to record the lewd sight. His tongue poking out the side of his mouth with a sadistic smile. Honestly, that was the best way to describe Keigo’s expression- sadistic. 
“Ready?” He asked. 
You bit your lip and nodded your head. 
Keigo felt his eye twitch in annoyance, his free hand running up your scalp and yanking your hair back. You could feel tears pearl your eyes. “Words, Honey.” He grit. 
You felt your lip quiver, pussy clenching needily. 
“Yes,” You begged, “Now, stop talking and just fuck me, please.” He chuckled, the vibration of the action translating to you. Before he pushed the head of his dick into you, immediately turning off the recording and tossing his phone aside. Keigo noticed the stretch of his cock made you shut your eyes for a moment. Tears falling down your hot cheeks. 
A suppressed moan left you. God, it always felt amazing to be stretched out by Keigo’s dick. His cock curving into you perfectly. You dug your nails into the carpet, toes curling from the sensation. 
Keigo stopped, lifting down to you for a moment and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. Before another thrust made you jump forward. “God, fuck yes.” You panted, arching your back and leaning into him. 
A slow build of tingles and pleasure shooting through your body, when he moved his hips. His nose was pressing against where he kissed, when you felt his tongue lick up to your neck. A loud moan leaving you from the act. His mouth hovering over your shoulder and pressing a kiss into it. You threw your head back, feeling him thrust into you. 
“Fuck- god..” you let your head fall, his cock slipping in and out of you in a rhythm. His voice was bouncing within the room. “So good.” He briefly laughed before grabbing your hips and continuing. Eyes glancing at Shigaraki, seeing as he was fisting his cock. Hips thrusting up into his hand. Dabi palming his cock in his sweats, not giving it his desire just yet. 
Fuck. You felt so good and Keigo just wanted to do this all day everyday. Watching the way his cock entered and left your fluttering walls, seeing you desperately clamp on him. Thank god you were his girlfriend, he could just fuck you whenever he felt like it. 
And you didn’t seem to mind. Keigo was sure you were thankful for his godly stamina. He mentaly laughed at that thought.  
Your body would jump forward with every thrust, your voice loudly telling him, he was doing an amazing job. You shoulder jumping up with every thrust. When he remembered a certain spot you really liked. He then moved to that said spot, making you lowly groan. 
He laughed, flexing his fingers. Not wanting to hurt you with his harsh grasp. “This place?” He teased, pressing into that spot again. Your back arched and eyes shut in return. 
Keigo smiled a bit, not letting you answer. “Yeah, this spot.” He remarked to himself, continuing to abuse that spot. You gasped and felt him hammer into you. You felt everything, your mind blanking out to just the thought of him fucking you. 
Keigo bit back a groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he continued to thrust into you. A pleasure he didn’t know he could feel taking over his being. Maybe it was the fact that he was being watched. Maybe it was becuase of how untouchable you were, yet here he was fucking you. Maybe, it was the fact that this was the closest Dabi and Shigaraki were ever going to get to you. 
Watching the way he fucked you was also going to be a late night thought. You jolted forward, tears falling down your face with every harsh thrust of Hawks’ hips. His hand pressed to the back of your head, forcing your cheek into the floor. Looking up at Dabi and Shigaraki. 
“She’s cute, right?” He said, moving his hand to your back. Applying pressure to deepen your arch. Feeling his cock slow down and stretch your open. “Moaning over my cock.” He teased. 
Dabi rolled his eyes, looking at Shigaraki. Seeing him utterly engrossed with the blank fucked out look on your face. Hand quickly moving over his cock. The way your eyes were glossed over, tears falling down your cheeks. 
Hawks smiled, “Go on Dove, tell them how much you love my cock.” He teased, “Tell them how you beg me to fuck you everyday. Stretch your pussy around it.” He smiled, leaned back and observing the way you melted into his floor. Pussy clenching around his cock. He laughed mockingly, “Make you my little fuck doll. Something for me to fuck whenever I want.” 
He thickly swallowed, taking a hand and running it through his hair. “You want that? To be my cock sleeve? A cumdump, huh?” 
You couldn’t talk, twitching around his cock as you melting into the floor. God, you loved this man so much. You loved the way he made you feel. So in love and fucked out. How you couldn’t think straight once you got a whiff of his cologne or shampoo. 
The craving you got from wanting to suck his cock. Hearing the loud profanities that left his mouth as he praised you.
Degraded you. 
Maybe you had a thing for men that were obsessed with themselves. Fucking whatever opened their legs to them. But, you didn’t care. You didn’t fucking care when serveral men’s eyes were on you. Filled with nothing but desire and need. 
I mean, at least Keigo wasn’t completely like that.
You jolted forward, feeling his cock hit the perfect spot inside you made you forget. Made you not care. The deep and full feeling you got every time he entered then pulled out, only to push himself back in. Bully that head of his cock into your tight hole. 
You ended up moaning loudly, whimpering. Your cheek touching Dabi’s knee.
Keigo laughed. Raising his voice and mocking your moans. His fingers wrapping around your body to your clit. Rubbing circles to see how you reacted. Getting you to cum over and over again. Just because he was bored. 
You couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of him. 
And Keigo couldn’t get enough of you. You were so perfect, so docil and frail. It felt like he could snap you if he grabbed too hard. Maybe that’s why he liked you so much. You were something just for him. Something to play with. Whether that be gently or rough. It didn’t matter, you didn’t care. 
You just wanted to cum. 
“Fuck.” Hawks choked on his breath, biting his bottom lip. “Dabi, you wanna see her squirt?” He thickly swallowed, moving his hands to your ass. Pulling it apart to get a better view of him entering your soping pussy. “She lets out the prettiest moans, doesn't she?” 
Dabi shrugged, “Don’t know, maybe.” He cooley said, biting back the groan threatening to leave his throat as your head rested on his thigh. Looking up at him with glossy and swollen cheeks. Your nose running slightly. 
Hawks smiled, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. Forcing you to look at the people in front of you. “Dabi.” He quickly said, “Do me a favor and actually watch me fuck her.” He said, glaring at him. “Get your knees on the floor if you need to.”
Dabi grit his teeth, before composing himself again. “Really?” He said. “Then, go ahead. I wanna’ see the disappointed face on Y/n when she doesn't get to cum.” 
Hawks laughed, “I think that means you need some pointers.” 
“Fuck off.” 
Keigo poked his cheek with his tongue. “Currently doing that.” 
Dabi shook his head, reaching his hand to your cheek. Caressing it lightly. Leaning down to your face and smiling, “You like being fucked by Hawks? He makin’ you feel good, Pretty.” You looked at him, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Innocent eyes staring at him so kindly. He can see why Hawks was so obsessed with you. 
Even like this you looked pure. 
You nodded, answered his question. He just got closer, “Yeah?” He cooed, smiling at you. “Such a good girl.” 
You just melted into his hand, small breathy moans leaving your mouth as you looked at him. Gripping onto his thighs and twitching. Absolutely loving the attention Dabi was giving you. Keigo grabbing your hips and forcing his cock into your little twitching hole. Gripping onto him and trying to get him to finish. Like you were begging him to breed you. 
He speed up, feeling you twitch and tighten around him. You let out a high pitched moan feeling that particular bubbling feeling develop within your stomach. His hands meeting your breast and squeezing you. His hand pinching and pulling softly, making the both of you moan. 
You pressed your forearms to the ground, leaning your head down and looking down. Your eyes wandering to his dick continuing to press into you. Hitting the spot that made you feel and see stars. 
You tilted your head back, feeling him slowly fuck his hip up into you. Your mind slowly blanked. 
“Fuck, im gonna..” you felt him speed up, ”fuck.. im!-'' You cried loudly, lip quivering as you shut your eyes. Hot and fat ears falling down your cheeks. Keigo grimaced, feeling you squirt around his cock. His hips twitching as he slowly stopped. 
Keigo smiled, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “You wanna’ suck Dabi’s cock?” His golden eyes flicked to Dabi experimentally. Smiling at the way he looked frozen. 
You slowly moved your eyes to him, your fucked out expression. Clearly not a single thought behind your eyes as you slowly calmed down. Trying to slowly regain yourself from the high emotions you just endorsed. 
Keigo slapped your cheek lighted, “Do ya’?”
You slowly moved your eyes to Keigo, nodding your head weakly, lashes fluttering while giving a weak and sheepish smile. Moaning as you slowly looked up- “Maybe.” You whispered, eyes moving to his dick outlining his sweats. You looked at Kiego, your doe eyes pulling him into you. “Can I suck his dick.” 
Dabi felt his mind melt. “Jesus fu- Hawks where’d you get a girl like this? Fuck, man.” He said, slotting himself between your legs. Leaning over your body and running his tongue over his lips. Whispering a- “She’s such a whore.” To himself, not particularly wanting you to hear. It wasn’t by any means a bad thing. 
Keigo glanced at Shigaraki. “What about you?” he questioned. “Or, are you fine with watching?” 
Shigaraki nodded, “Don’t worry, this is pretty hot alone. Watching a girl about to get split roasted.” 
Keigo shrugged his shoulders, he couldn’t even disagree with that. Especially if it was you he was going to be watching. 
“Alright then,” He sighed. “Anyways, I wanted to make her cum again.” 
Dabi lowered his sweats, allowing his dick to press to your swollen lip. He smiled, “Open for me, Love.” He watched you hesitate for a moment. A big hand coming to caress your cheek soothingly. “Don’t worry, somethings tellin’ you’re really gonna’ like this.” 
He watched as you still looked a bit nervous. Eyes dancing to Keigo before smiling fondly. Tilting your head and sighing softly. “Did I tell you where my other tattoo was?” He started, “Do you still want to see it?” You adored how soft his voice was, it made you comfortable. 
You nodded your head weakly. 
He nodded, pointing your head at his abdomen. “I got it as a dare, definitely not one of my best moments.” On it was what looked like a succubus symbol. “A girl I was talking to suggested it, didn’t know what it meant when I first got it.” 
You giggled, leaning close and getting a better look at it. Eyes moving to his cock, which suddenly made the whole situation way more hot for you.You bit your lip before nodding your head. Parting your lip and sticking out your tongue. He smiled, taking this as a silent invite. 
“Good girl.” He cooed.
He pushed his cock into your mouth. Biting into his bottom lip with a loud groan. While Keigo followed in motion. Dipping his cock into your pussy. 
Dabi and Keigo looked at eachother. 
Keigo laughed, “We’re going to have so much fun ruining her.”
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Sorry for such the long wait. I completely lost motivation to write this like 17k words in and kinda’ left it in my drafts. Even at this point, I was so over this fic. Like, you don’t even understand. :)
Anyways! I hope you enjoyed it!
Cant wait to drop the other fics I’ve held off on for this one! You don’t even understand how excited I am for that one!
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mllechartreux · 1 year
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MDNI!
Imagine calling bf!Bakugo telling him to come to your place and to hurry but to bring candy. So he’s rushing over, gets there in 10 minutes and you run to the door to greet him throwing your arms around him and the tears that have been threatening to fall for the past hour finally stream down your face. He throws the bag full of your fav candy and other snacks on the ground and he’s asking tf is wrong. You can’t get a word out and he says he can’t do shit unless you tell him and then you blubber out that you’re so horny, you haven’t been able to think straight all day. You need him to fuck you nice and deep and then fill you up with his cum. You need him to mark up your body with bite marks and hickies. You need backshots where he grabs your hips and puts a hand on your head to keep you from running because it’s like medicine so you need to lay there and take it. You need him to eat you out like he’s starving and you’re the first meal he’s had in weeks, then use his fingers to stroke that sensitive spot inside you that makes your mind go blank. And when you’ve cum and you’re telling him it’s too much, you’ve had enough, he’s too deep and you can’t handle all the pleasure that’s overriding your body functions, you need him to keep going because you’ve been insatiable all day and your mind has been so foggy that you can’t possibly tell him when you feel properly fucked out, so you tell him you trust that he knows when you’re properly fucked out. And after, you need to lay on top of him, smother him in kisses and cuddles while he feeds you candy.
I’m — uh— I’m in a mood 🥴 no edit just vibes.
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jctaro · 2 years
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no thots head empty just...
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Shigaraki running the tip of his cock over your clit n then down your pussy, spreading your lips in the process.
That chuckle he lets out when he sees you flinching underneath him because you're so sensitive you want him bullying your insides already.
That smirk that spreads wider when you're calling him by his name — that name that would never ever roll so sexily, so perfectly off any one but your tongue. 'Tomura...' and 'please, baby...' : words that are guaranteed to make him feel the coil in his abdomen tighten with the need to give it to you, to bury himself to the hilt inside you, but goodness, doesn't he enjoy watching you break apart for him.
That ego that only seems to grow when he feels your clit twitch underneath the slit of his head when he's running it upwards again, passing in between your slicky lips, coating himself in your honey before he's reaching your overly sensitive bundle of nerves again.
"shhh, know you wanna, but this is fun too," he coos at you, rolling a nipple in between his free hand as he finally slots himself in between your lips.
His hard shaft is grazing your sensitive cunt as he indulges himself in a oh, so needed, never once disappointing pussyjob that has him watching how your nether lips hug his length, hearing how the slick clicks as he moves, feeling your nub twitch over and over as his head bumps into it, drawing from you the neediest, lewdest, loudest of the noises — absolute music to his ears, enhanced when you're hugging his hips tight with your legs, heels of your feet digging into the small of his back in an attempt of having him impossibly closer.
So responsive, that's just how you are and what he loves, the sight of you crumbling down for his affection, for his touch — metaphorically decaying, and fuck what doesn't he love more than your destruction, transitory destruction in which you're later pulling yourself together until the next time he wrecks you. You love it, too; you let him know with what you say, what you do — what you don't say, and what you don't do too.
Fuck, you spoil him so well without even doing anything, just being there for when he needs you, just being so good for him when he says he needs you — and he's about to pay you back.
He knows you wanna, and he might as well give it to you.
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touyasdoll · 2 years
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Tomorrow
pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: please read! suicidal ideation, overall sense of hopelessness, please do not engage if you are not in the proper headspace, spoilers for the manga, burns
notes: this man is not all sunshine and rainbows & I know he can’t be truly happy serving the agency that kidnapped him. just an angsty little dose of reading between the lines.
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Keigo stares out the floor to ceiling windows of his penthouse. His elaborate cage. He finds himself here often. He keeps finding himself here. Stuck.
“Babe?”
And then there’s the reminder that you’re stuck with him. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, puts on a smile, and turns around to pretend that everything’s just fine. Like always.
“What’s up?” He asks easily. As if he hadn’t been contemplating what might happen if he jumped and conveniently forgot that he had wings.
But you can always tell when everything’s not fine. He almost wishes that you couldn’t, but he’s grateful that you can.
“You okay?” You ask quietly, though you know you don’t need to. The same song and dance.
He looks down and shakes his head, sticking his hands in his pockets as he shrugs his shoulders. He can’t bear to look at you.
“No.” He turns to look out the window again. Stares down at the street below before he looks out at the horizon and somehow that hurts more. ”I’m so tired.”
Your beneath his wing in a moment, arms folding around his middle to hold him tight. Trying in vain to hold together a man who is so close to breaking. A man who can’t afford to shatter. One who’s never allowed himself the opportunity, but he’s so close tonight.
“Let’s just go,” you whisper against the fabric of his shirt, tears already pricking your eyes, because you swear you can feel the sadness seeping from his bones. You hold him tighter to no avail. “We can leave tonight. We’ll run.”
His arms wind around you, pulling you closer still. It’s still never close enough.
“We can’t,” his voice breaks and your tears spill onto his chest, because you know that he’s right. “They’ll find me. Even I’m not fast enough to outrun them and even if I was..” he trails off and loosens his hold to look down at you.
He catches your chin, tilting your head back to cup your face in his hand. His thumb wipes away one of the countless tears he wishes you’d never had to cry for him.
“I can’t risk losing you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I won’t do anything that might put you in their sights,” he whispers as he wipes away another tear, then kisses yet another rolling down your cheek.
“I can’t,” he repeats, voice wavering as his forehead rests against yours and his eyes fall closed. Yours do the same while your hands fist uselessly at his t-shirt and you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat.
“I love you, Kei.” Your voice is just as broken as his, but there’s still hope in your voice when you whisper, “It’ll be alright. We’ll be alright.”
“I love you too.”
Of that, he’s certain. Of what he says next, he’s far less convinced of.
“We’ll be okay,” he murmurs as he pulls you close again, cradling the back of your head against his chest as he kisses your scalp and looks out at the horizon.
Tomorrow could change everything.
He usually tells you when he’s heading off on a particularly dangerous mission, because he usually isn’t actually afraid of not making it back in one piece.
This time is different. He has an awful feeling that he can’t seem to shake. He’s been carefully gathering intel on the PLF and tomorrow’s the day that it finally comes to fruition. He hopes that all goes well. As well as it can, at least, but hope isn’t enough to keep you protected in case things don’t go according to plan.
“We may not be able to run,” he says as he rests his hand against your back, rubbing it gently. “But we can escape for a little bit.”
You tilt your head back and peer up at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
“I booked us a trip.” He smiles and it touches his eyes. Just barely, but it’s enough to soothe the ache of worry in your chest. “I wanted to surprise you in the morning, but something came up that I can’t get out of, so you’ll be on a flight tomorrow and I’ll be right behind you once I'm finished."
He doesn't love the way that he has to lie to you, but he knows that it's for your own good. Maybe he would be right behind you. He hopes so.
“What?" You blink at him in surprise.
It wasn't like Keigo to take a vacation, especially one that he had orchestrated. He'd agreed to it in the past but only after a great deal of persuading on your part. It was encouraging to think that maybe he'd seen the value in allowing himself to rest once in a while.
"Really?" The excitment that had snuck it's way into your voice makes him smile and he nods as you mirror his expression. "Thank you, baby, but I don't wanna leave without you," you say softly as you run your hands over his chest. "I'm happy to wait until we can go together."
"I thought you might say something like that, but your family's going too. They'll be on the flight with you tomorrow and I should be in the day after that. I want you to go and start enjoying yourself, babe. Really," he insists gently, wearing a soft smile as he spots a stray tear on your chin and makes it disappear with his thumb before tilting your head back to give you a chaste kiss.
You lean into it, deepening the kiss for just a second before you pull away to smile up at him, thoroughly and pleasantly surprised.
"You planned a vacation for us and my family?"
"I did," he says proudly. His hand slips over your spine and down to your ass, which he squeezes and delivers a light swat to as he nods towards the bedroom. "So you best start packin'. Bring somethin' to swim in."
You squeal quietly, bouncing on your toes as you wind your arms around his neck to lean in and kiss him again. You're about to take off when you pause and cock your head to one side, trying to read his mind once again.
"I'm fine," he whispers, taking your hand to lift your palm to his lips as he holds your gaze. "I'll be in there in just a minute, okay?"
You nod and slip off to the bedroom to start gathering your things together, your head filled with visions of laying somewhere on a warm beach surrounded by those you love.
While he stares out the window again, contemplating the multitude of ways that tomorrow might play out. None of them bring him any comfort. Only anxiety.
He sighs and stuffs it down to go and join you, eager to keep your spirits up, so that at least he could take comfort in knowing that you wouldn't be concerned about him tomorrow.
He packs a bag for himself, talks to you about the destination, and allows himself a moment of peace as he wraps you up in his arms for the evening while he listens to you go on about how excited you are until you eventually drift to sleep.
The anxiety keeps him awake, but he holds onto the little moments of joy, replaying them in his mind to keep himself grounded while he wraps you up in one of his large red wings, mercifully unaware that tonight would be the last night that he even gets the opportunity, because they would be all but burned away completely by this time tomorrow.
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chaos-night · 2 years
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Dabi and Romance
Dabi x GN reader
CW: unprotected sex, masturbating 
DO NOT REPOST // DO NOT RECOMMEND ON TIKTOK
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Not interested and not looking for love (outside of specifically paternal love from his father!)
However, I feel like Dabi would unintentionally grow attached to someone who does show him that they care. It's not the same in his eyes, he still has goals and he won't stop at nothing, but it's still nice.
Won't admit it though. And absolutely will get jealous. But when he's jealous it's more that he would try to manipulate you or the situation to get you to come back to him if he thinks you’re interested in someone else.
First time everything is awkward.
First time touching him, he's pulling away. He's not used to being touched and he doesn't hold himself in high enough regard for you to touch him.
You'll have to give him a lot of reassurance by continuing your efforts. If you give up, then he gives up.
First time kissing is way too rough and awkward. Bumping noses, hitting teeth, he doesn't know what to do with his tongue and he shoves it so far in your mouth that it makes you gag.
First time sex is also rough and clumsy. He's breathing heavy and doesn't know how to touch you. He doesn't care so much about your pleasure as he does the feeling of being intimate with you. He desires the closeness, not necessarily the pleasure of sex.
It would be to let off steam and release pent up emotions. Don't expect it to happen more than once.
He won't pull out. He doesn't even think about it. He’ll just bury himself deep inside of you and stay there. Won’t use protection either. He’s the type to just totally get lost in the moment.
I think Dabi would masturbate to let out frustrations when they come up, but not frequently. Like quickly jackin’ it in an alleyway before returning to the League’s hideout. Thinking about you in all the ways he refuses to admit.
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cloudshapedpatch · 9 months
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thinking about how i let random strangers read the todoroki x reader smut i wrote in the mental hospital 😭
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rayshippouuchiha · 2 years
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Suggestion for Izuku's camboy name (which I thought that you put down as Yamikumo in the ficlet) as Foot Might. He's an All Might Fanboy who's a foot camboy. Or maybe All Feet. he only shows his feet, so that would also be a pun as well as a reference to what is shown.
Oh no Izuku's screenname in The Toes Show is still Yamikumo.
I'm looking for suggestions for a different project of a similar type
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silvers-smuttery · 2 years
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It was supposed to be another wasted attempt from the young upstart, Jade had been schooling Mr.Big Man on campus Katsuki Bakugo, for weeks she’s been messing with him, only for him to lose a fight.
But tonight was different, be analyzing previous data, new techniques, or just dumb luck she laid on the floor, the loser of the duel of the dark, way past curfew. She was so lost after the fight that she wasn’t aware of the approaching teen.
@filth-personified
"You see what happens when you mess with me, you dumb bitch?!", Bakugou yelled at the loser of their duel. Too long had she teased and mocked him to avoid getting punished for it. Upper classwoman or not, he had won and come to claim the spoils.
Bakugou's hands dug into Jade's red hair, as he pulled her head up, same as with her pants. He forced her ass up into the air, before tearing her pants apart to reveal the bare ass beneath and spank it red with all his remaining might.
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callsignavalon · 2 years
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i am about to do something terrible
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nutelloona · 2 years
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the way shigaraki is now one of those well spoken and charming villains whose speeches make too much sense and they're IMPOSSIBLE TO HATE... I am NOT well.
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