Sukiii

Kiri is practically seeing red when he watches you dance in between Sero and Denki who are more than delighted at having you sandwiched between them. Bakugou is busy playing designated driver with his Coke at the bar next to Kiri, the only one of Kiri’s guy friends that aren’t all up on you like bees on honey. 

Mina and Jirou are on the floor too in their nightclub best, Mina in her pretty pink mini dress harassing a blushing Jirou in her leather pants and red crop top for photos. Kiri may be biased, but you are by far the most vibrant and eye-catching in your bright, tight bodysuit paired hip-hugging, ass-squeezing jeans and kitten heels and freshly-manicured nails….nails that are currently gliding down Sero’s bare arm. 

You look like you’re having so much fun dancing with the mullet-haired pro and Denki, the blonde with the black lightning bolt streak in his hair standing behind you that you lean the back of your head against when you laugh. You are smiling. Giggling. Moving those hips as if either one of the two are your man. 

He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the way Denki slides his hand up your arm or the way Sero is smiling down at you. It doesn’t help that both of them have piercings which you are 100% into.

You had confessed to Kiri when you started dating that other than his muscles, flowing, long red hair, and sweetheart personality, you fell head over heels for the tattooed sleeves and piercings: one eyebrow, two gages, a tongue ring, and snakebites (the same as Bakugou). 

‘Stop,’ Kiri tells himself as he sits at the bar, nursing the same fruity cocktail (he LOVES his fruity drinks) he has been holding onto since he got here an hour before.

He wanted to be at least a little bit sober for you in case you needed it. You just love to throw back your shots infused with all kinds of fruit and gourmet flavors, like chocolate and strawberry cheesecake. And he loves watching you. The sexiest thing to him is watching you have fun and let your hair down. 

But not with other men. And definitely not with his friends. He knows he is being stupid. He knows he is just being a jealous boyfriend drunk with anger. But dammit, if it doesn’t grind his gears and make him want to punch a hole in the wall watching you twirl your little hips with Sero and smile your sweet, beautiful smile at Denki. And they’re both pervs! 

‘Stop!’ he tells himself again, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid watching the scene any longer.

“Stop what?” Bakugou grumbles. Kiri opens his eyes, seeing his friend narrowing his vermillion eyes at him. “Huh?” he dumbly asks. 

Bakugou’s eyes narrow even more under the strobe lights, and Kiri never thought that was physically possible. “Da fuck you mean ‘huh’?” he grunts. “Either you said ‘stop’ to me or you’re talkin’ to yourself. In that case, you need to lay off the booze.” 

Kiri’s cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. “Sorry, bro. I’m just…lost in thought, is all.” He sips his drink, letting the taste of watermelon calm and distract him. “Uh-huh,” Bakugou replies, watching him with a knowing look. “Your girl is gettin’ real comfortable on the floor, y’know. You might wanna beat some ass.” 

Kiri rolls his eyes at his hot-headed friend, always ready to fight. “C’mon, Bakugou, Y/N is fine!” Bakugou looks at him as if that should be damn well obvious. “Yeah, I know,” he huffs. “And so is my girl. Why the fuck you think I keep Uraraka at home?” 

“That’s not what I meant,” Kiri sighs. “I meant she’s fine with Sero and Denki. They’re our friends and her friends too!” Even to his own ears he sounds like he is trying to persuade himself over Bakugou. “They know not to–” 

Your cute little squeal of laughter cuts him off and grabs his attention. “Denki, stop!” you howl as the blonde twirls you around on the floor, his arms locked around your waist. While they aren’t on your ass or anything, just seeing your smile and your tits pushed against his friend’s chest is enough to make Kiri see red. 

And he is. The entire nightclub looks like it is coated in a red light as Kiri’s anger boils over like a pot put on high heat. He is seething, so much so that he unknowingly grips his plastic cup until the thing bursts in his hand, shocking onlookers. Bakugou just sits there, a small, placating smirk on his face as he sips on his Coke. But his next few words are less than placating: “Still think they know they’re friends, shitty hair?” he asks. 

Kiri can’t even answer him. He is too busy watching Denki place you down on the floor on your cute little heels and hold your cute little hand and snap a picture with cute little you. You! His beautiful, wonderful, adorable girlfriend! He can’t take it.

He can’t have it.

He snaps his head towards the bartender and, as kindly as he can despite his simmering anger, asks for a shot of rum. The bartender grabs one immediately and Kiri downs it like it’s water, welcoming the strong taste and burn in his throat. With the liquid courage in him, he tosses his cup aside and storms onto the dance floor. 

He is used to people moving out of the way for him, less because of his status and more because of his gigantic build. Kiri stands at 6’3 with a build dedicated to years of pro-hero training, a lean diet, and hours in his private gym. He doesn’t play around with his body, mostly because he doesn’t play around with you. He needs to protect you from any harm, even if that might be his friends in his head. 

People stare, wide-eyed and ogling, as he storms onto the dancefloor, shoulders back and face stone cold. When he finally makes it over to you, you are completely oblivious to him standing behind you while you laugh with Sero over something oh-so funny. Meanwhile, his friends are happy to see him, oblivious to the fact that their friend is about to crash the fuck out. “Ayyye, it’s Red Riot!” Mina announces, drunk and bubbly. 

“What brings ya over to us losers, bud?” Denki asks, clapping a hand on Kiri’s back. He resists the urge to rip it off. 

Only Jirou knows that something is off, cocking her head to the side to regard the red-headed pro. “Uh…you okay, man?” she asks, concerned. Finally, you turn around after giggling with Sero, your eyes wide with joy and your hair slightly sweated out from your dancing. “Baby!” you shout. “I–” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to finish your sentence. Swiftly, he takes your hand and slugs you over his shoulder, your heels dangling from his chest. “Kiri, w-what are you doing?!” you squeal. “Wait a minute! Put me down!” You begin beating at his back muscles with your purse, trying and failing to make him do as you tell him. 

“Oh, shit!” Denki guffaws as the others watch in awe as Kiri carries you away, among the ogling eyes and cameras flashing. “He about to fuck the shit outta her! Don’t come back here, dude! We’ll talk tomorrow!” Kiri flips off his friend, not even turning back around to say goodbye to his crew. The only thing he is eyeing right now is the empty hallway leading towards the bathrooms and a second exit. 

He mumbles out “excuse me”s and “sorry”s as he forces his way through the crowded club, the music pounding in his ears and making his brain vibrate. Not to mention how your ass feels in his palm. He can feel the blood rushing to his head and his cock, making it hard to think straight.

He can just imagine forcing you to turn around with your hands against the wall and pressing himself up against your ass, his hard cock chubbing against his joggers. He is so glad he picked them over jeans because the throbbing, pulsing, nine ½ inch appendance is starting to ache.

He doesn’t stop moving until he’s got you in the hallway that is luckily empty. Fuck the cameras. He doesn’t care who sees you. 

Finally, he lowers you down onto your feet and gently holds you against the wall. “There you go,” he whispers. “Right where you belong.” His eyes drift down to your cleave where a gold necklace with a double R pendant hangs from it. The same as the anklet he bought you. RR for Red Riot. How could any man miss that? 

“K-Kiri,” you pant, shock evident in your pretty eyes framed by thick lashes. You place your hands on his broad shoulders, making his entire body grow aflame. “What are you doing?” His eyes flick from your pretty eyes to your juicy, soft-looking lips coated in sparkly pink lipgloss. 

“Remindin’ you who the fuck you belong to,” he softly growls before his lips are covering yours. 

You make a small noise of surprise as his mouth envelops yours, bringing you into a hot, possessive kiss where his hand is gripping your neck and his other hand is sliding across your ass. Instinctively, your smaller body presses against his, desperate to be close to him and helpless to his muscles or cologne. He wore your favorite–the kind that reminds you of the beach. He knows he drives you crazy. 

“Mmm,” you softly moan as the kiss grows sloppier, your tongues swirling together. You always loved wet kisses and so does Kiri. He can’t get enough of your tongue sliding against his or the way you melt against him when you feel the cold metal of his tongue ring.

He pulls away, causing a line of saliva to follow in his wake from his bottom lip to yours, and begins covering your neck in kisses and love bites. Each small pinch and graze of his teeth emits gasps and moans out of you, causing you to press your pelvis against his. 

 “Oh, Kiri,” you softly moan. Your head lulls back against the wall and your eyes flutter shut. 

The redheaded pro damn near busts his nut right there at the sound of his name escaping your pretty lips. “Yes, mama,” he coos into your ear. “Say my name. Only your man’s name.” He wedges his knee between your thighs and begins grinding himself against your crotch, gliding his knee against your pussy. “You belong to me,” he moans. “Only me.” 

“Eji, baby,” you softly whine so sweetly in his ear. “W-What is this about? Anyone can see us!” 

He pulls away, growing harder at the sight of anticipation in your eyes. “Fuckin’ let ‘em,” he growls. “Everybody needs to see who you’re with. Who you’re in love with.” 

He sees a twinge of worry in your gaze now, probably seeing the anger flashing in his crimson eyes. “Kiri,” you say again, worry and arousal dripping in your voice. You look as if you don’t know whether to be scared or horny from this. Kiri decides to pump the brakes and eases up on masturbating you with his knee, but doesn’t take it away just yet. 

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he sighs. “I’ve never acted like this before with you, I know, but somethin’s got a hold on me…and I know it’s you.” He squeezes your arms as he holds you firmly against the wall, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you see how fucking pent up he is. “I didn’t like seein’ you dance with our friends like that. They were way too close.” 

You scowl at him in confusion, your cute little brows scrunching together. “Sero and Denki?” you incredulously ask. “But, baby, they’re just our–” 

He stops you by pressing his lips against yours again, leading you into another open-mouthed, sloppy kiss that riles the both of you up. “I know, I know,” he murmurs in between kisses. “But I couldn’t fuckin’ help myself. I needed to get you all to myself tonight, boo. You understand, don’t you?” 

His hand then travels up the front of your top to grope one of your breasts, his breath coming out in ragged gasps when he feels the soft globe and your hard nipple between his fingers. As he does this, he continues to kiss your neck and behind your ear, finding whatever empty spot he can to litter in kisses and markings. Your back arches, pushing yourself farther into his touch. “Oh!” you gasp. “K-Kiri, wait, the bathroom–” 

He pauses, looking at you. “What?” he asks, grinning at you. “You want me to fuck you in a club bathroom? Damn, baby, I didn’t realize you were this slutty!” A soft whimper escapes your mouth at the degrading word, your brows drawn together and your lips pressed into a sexy little pout that makes Kiri want to tear your clothes off and stretch you out right here. “Aw, is my poor baby just feenin’ for some dick, hm?” he teasingly asks, a coo in his voice that makes you melt and your pussy quiver. 

You don’t answer, but you don’t have to. He can see it in the change in your breathing–it is ragged and fast, your breasts rapidly rising and falling. He presses his hand against your cheek, shivering in delight when you press your face into his touch. His pretty baby. So needy for his touch. “I’m feenin’ for you too, babe,” he desperately sighs. “So much…but not enough to fuck you dumb in a dirty stall.” 

As much as he would love for these horndogs here to hear his girl screaming for him. The idea turns him on more than he is willing to admit. He gives you a peck on the lips before he takes your hand in his, protective and possessive. “C’mon, I’m takin’ you home with me.” 

For Kiri, home is his beautiful upscale condo that he shares with Bakugou on the other side of Musutafu. When his roommate isn’t there, he usually has you come over and fucks your pretty brains out of your skull for as long as Bakugou is out of the house. Even when the guy is home, the sex still occurs though slow, gentle, and quiet to avoid waking the sleeping beast aka Bakugou Katsuki. 

But not tonight. Tonight, there will be no slow, gentle, and quiet sex…unless you ask for it. Kiri will do whatever you wish. He relishes your pleasure and finds great pride in it. 

But God, if he doesn’t want to put your ass into the mattress and make the bed shake as you scream to the heavens that you’re about to cum over and over and over again. He longs to cover your neck and tits in teeth marks that his friends can’t help but notice. He wants to fill you up with his spunk and make you walk around with it inside of you the next day staining your panties. Anything to make you see that you are his only. 

By the time he gets you back to his place and in the bedroom, he is like a tea kettle, hot and steaming for you. He carries you bridal-style into his bedroom, still kissing you as he rushes over to the bed. The anticipation and need rose on the car ride home, Kiri’s hand on your thigh while the other was on the steering wheel. You would kiss and suck on his fingers, making it a point to roll your tongue against each one. 

‘Oh, man,’ he thought at the wheel as his cock throbbed. ‘You’re gonna get it later, babygirl.’ 

And now “later” has come, so now, he can do whatever deviant thought he has in his head to you. He lowers you down onto your feet and wastes no time getting you out of your clothes. You do the same to him, your fingers working fast to rid him of everything. Pants come down, shirts come off, and socks are peeled off to be left on the floor, discarded. The only thing you keep on is your jewelry, your heels, and your very wet lace panties. 

Kiri shivers and groans in delight as your hands glide across his body, relishing and indulging in his muscles, tattoos, and scars from villain fights and missions. The way your eyes grow big and your nipples become tighter should all be evidence of your arousal for him. Your love for only him. But it isn’t enough for Kiri. He gives your ass a hard smack, loving the way his hand recoils against your cheeks. 

“Get your fine ass on that bed and get your face in that pillow,” he orders. “Your man needs to teach you a lesson.” He watches your eyes grow soft and hooded, realizing his game. Gone now is your sweet, golden retriever boyfriend. Someone else has stepped in his place…and you love it.

“Yes, Daddy,” you softly reply, which means you’re DEFINITELY into this too. 

“Such a little perv, ain’t you?” he chuckles, loving that you love him like this. So demanding and aggressive.

He usually isn’t the type, but he is sure you’ve been wanting it from the way you get on the bed with the quickness. He groans when you bend over, mooning him with your perfect, soft ass. Seeing your gold anklet with his hero initials dangling from the little chain only makes him harder. 

“Look at this ass!” he growls. He takes a handful, jiggling it for himself. Nobody would know what the fuck to do with you. Only he knows how to make his baby feel good and needed. “Want me to show you how I do things, baby?” He thoughtfully strokes your ass, teasingly snatching the strap to your panties back against your skin. 

The tiny moan that leaves your lips is enough to make him cum. “Please,” you beg, your cheek pressed into the mattress. “Please show me, Kiri.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. For the next thirty minutes, his business lies between your pussy and your ass, massaging the soft globes as he sloppily eats your cunt. Saliva drips from his lips and down his chin, coating the space on the sheets between your thighs now littered in wet rings from his kisses and love bites. Kiri knows he is a munch and has no problems with letting you know. He pries your asscheeks apart as he greedily eats you out, his tongue caressing your slit before sliding up to the needy button of your pretty clit. 

You are a writhing, moaning mess, tossing your ass back into his face to push your pussy deeper into his mouth. “Oh, my God, Kiri, fuck!” Your voice bounces along the bedroom walls, mingling with the lewd sound of Kiri’s wet, sloppy pussy-eating. Your man is absolutely sprung on you, your sweet perfume and sounds making him dizzy with need. 

“Mmm-hmm,” he hums into your pussy. “Does that feel good, mama?”

You whimper pitifully in reply, desperately fisting the sheets. He dives back in to enjoy you, pushing his tongue inside of the tight, wet, quivering hole of your cunt, enjoying the loud moan of desperation you give as his tongue piercing passes across each sensitive part of your cunt.

‘Bet Sero couldn’t make her sound like this,’ he thinks. ‘Bet Denki would pass out havin’ an ass like this in his face.’ 

SPANK! 

He can’t stop from giving you another harsh, open-palmed smack across your ass, the sharp sound recoating off of the walls. “Ah!” you gasp out. Your body lurches, shocked by the assault. He gives you a toothy grin, glad that you can’t see him too well. He is having waaaay too much fun seeing you look so helpless. “Sorry, babe, was that too hard?” he tuts. “I’m just wonderin’ if I can give this pretty ass a handprint.” 

SPANK! SPANK!

“Oh, fuck, Eji!” you practically scream. You are gripping the sheets so tight that your knuckles have gone pale. You shiver and shake, your entire body speaking to him, including your pussy. Your beautiful pussy that has gotten so wet and sloppy for him, so much so that he sinks a finger in. He grows at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his digit, no doubt wanting to keep him there longer. “Fuck, you’re so wet back here, baby. I guess you really like this.” 

He begins to stroke your pussy with his finger, aiming upward while he goes back to playing with your clit with his tongue. “Don’t you, baby?” he growls into your pussy. “Don’t you love it when Daddy’s rough with you?” 

“O-Oh, fuck yes!” you moan out. “I love it, Daddy! I love it, I fucking love it!” He realizes that you will say anything at this point because of how good you feel. All because of him. He cannot stop the cocky grin that spreads across his face, making his pussy-eating quite difficult. 

“Tell me you love me,” he demands, moving his fingers faster and faster, gliding them up against the underside of your clit. “Tell me you’re mine. Say you’re my fuckin’ slut, baby, say it to me.” 

He licks you faster, keeping the same pressure that you like. Anything to get you there. “I’m your fuckin’ slut!” you wail, harsh pants leaving your mouth. “I’ll always be yours, Daddy, I promise! O-O-Oh, my God, I’m gonna cum!” 

There it is. That’s what he wanted to hear. With one hand occupied, he takes the other and begins stroking his cock, in desperate need of relief as your sweet voice caresses his eardrums. “Go ahead, mama: cum for me. Give it to me.”

And you do. With a loud moan of his name that makes him fuck his fist a little faster (but not enough to cum), you explode all over his tongue and finger, leaving him sticky and craving more. 

He gives you some time to recuperate, waiting for your moans to die down into soft sighs. Slowly, he drags his finger out of you and sucks your cum off of his digit before he begins stroking your backside, gentle and soft. “Still good, baby?” he murmurs, peering down at you. “Words.”

You lazily pick your head up, your eyes glazed and your makeup staining the sheets. “Yes, Daddy,” you whisper. “I’m good.” 

You give him a slow smile that nearly makes him bust. It’s a smile that may be tired, but satisfied and in need of more. Kiri leans over to put his lips at your ear, toying with your earlobe with his teeth. “Then tell me how you want me to fuck you tonight,” he raspily whispers, causing you to shudder in delight. “Do you want it nice and gentle? Or hard and rough? You get to choose.” 

He can practically see the gears in your head turning and he can’t help but laugh at you, his little princess. Finally, you pick your head up fully to boldly stare him dead in his face. “Hard and rough, please,” you bashfully whisper. “Please, Kiri…be rough with me.” 

At that moment, an animal jumps into Kiri’s bones. Something that is feral, horny, and wanton. After giving you a fierce kiss that steals the air from your lungs, he drags you up to the bed and forces your hands on the headboard while he hikes your ass up for him. All fours. One of his favorite positions with you. “Tap the headboard twice if you need me to slow down or stop, got me?” 

He is firm and assertive, needing you to understand that your pleasure comes before his. You nod your head, telling him that you understand and will not forget. He would hope so because when he starts fucking you rough, hard, and fast, he leaves no room for air.

He grips your hips so hard that he is sure he’ll leave bruises that will appear in the morning. As he does, he drills his hard cock into the wet walls of your pussy, pounding you into the creaking, shaking bed with the force of his fucking. 

You’re not quiet about it either. You can’t be quiet. Each stroke of his dick drags a new moan, gasp, whine, and grunt out of you as you desperately cling to the headboard, keeping your arch as best as you possibly can. “Oh, Kiri…ah, shit!....harder! Please…oh, fuck, baby!…fuck me harder!” 

Kiri slows for a bit, his eyes widening down at you. “Harder, huh?” he chuckles. “Like this, you freaky little bitch?”

He slams a hand on the headboard above your head and grips the railing as he plunges himself deeper into the heavenly, velvety walls of your pussy, damn near putting his cock in your stomach. He fucks you so hard that sweat begins to drip from his face and neck, trailing down the hard pecs of his chest and his toned stomach. “Is this hard enough for you, mama?” he pants. “Is this how you want it?” 

Poor you is too deep into it to do anything but scream. “Yes, yes, yes!” you shout in between rough, hard thrusts. “You make me feel so good, Kiri!” You remind him so much of a bunny the way you bounce on his cock, your ass jiggling and your tits swaying as he drills himself into you, just enough to make you understand. 

Understand that you’re his…but it isn’t enough. 

He slips his cock out of you momentarily just to flip you onto your back without losing a breath. Your wide eyes drink him in as he sinks his cock back into you, your mouth falling agape at the new feeling that the new position provides. Kiri then hooks your legs over his and mounts you, putting you into mating press. “I wanna see your pretty face,” he whispers. “Wanna watch you cum all over this dick and be my good fuckin’ bitch.” 

And then he goes right back to fucking you dumb, knocking all sense out of your brain as his cock strokes your insides and pounds you into the mattress beneath you. You don’t care about your hair or your makeup. Fuck your sticky lipgloss and your ruined mascara coating your cheeks. Kiri happens to think that you look your sexiest just like this: fucked out and in bliss all for him. 

You grip his shoulders, sinking your nails into him as your eyes flutter shut, your face etched in pleasure, especially when your hand glides down to play with your clit. Your pussy grips him tighter than a vice, spilling all over his shaft down to his balls slapping against your asscrack. Just the idea that you’re getting this excited and this wet over possessive, obsessive, jealous, angry him makes him want to fuck you even harder. 

Kiri only grows more feral at the sight of you splayed out before him, the double R in between your jiggling tits as you take his cock. He bends down so his nose brushes against yours, each moan and gasp shared between you. “You’re my girl,” he growls. “My baby. My fuckin’ woman. All mine.” And he wants everyone to know it. 

He takes his hand off of the headboard and pins your thighs up, bending your knees so he can mount you more, sinking himself deeper into your pussy until he can’t bottom out anymore inside of you. “I’m gonna make you cum just for me…just for me.” He needs it. Needs it like one needs air and to sleep. He needs to see you cum all over HIS cock. 

Your pretty eyes peel open for him, and though dazed and glazed from the constant fucking and the alcohol earlier, you stare at nothing but him. “K-Kiri,” you whine. “Kiss me. Please.” 

Unable to control himself any longer, Kiri truly lets go once he has his lips on yours. He drills you faster and harder, slamming your pussy down onto his cock with enough vigor to take him closer and closer to the edge of bliss with you. He can feel his balls tightening just as your pussy begins to quiver around his cock, signaling your end is near.

“Cum with me,” he pleads through hot kisses shared with you. “Please, baby, cum with me. I-I can’t…oh, fuck!” 

His orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, overwhelming and drowning him in a sea of pure bliss that is almost too good that it’s painful. A long, loud, guttural moan of release leaves his lips as he drains his balls inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

You cum just as quickly, sweet groans escaping you as your pussy quivers and pulses around him, your body tensing against his. He can feel your cum mixing with his sliding down his balls, making everything very wet and sticky. 

It is perfect. Absolutely perfect. 

When your orgasm highs finally die down, Kiri gives you a slow, romantic kiss and tugs at your bottom lip, giving you just a bit more roughness to stretch out the high. Finally, he leans up to admire you beneath him, your skin glowing and your skin marked in hickies from his teeth. 

Slowly, he begins to slip out of you, taking it inch by inch. “Easy, mama,” he softly pants. “Easy now.” 

You whimper at the loss, even as his cum begins to leak out of you and slip down your thighs. Kiri feels his cock twitch at the sight, but ignores the urge to fuck you stupid again. He needs to clean you up first. “You okay, darlin’?” he asks, noticing your fluttering lashes and ragged breaths.

You weakly moan and try to lift yourself up, but he gently pushes you back down. “Uh-uh, don’t move. Let me get a few things.” 

Quickly, he gets up on his wobbly legs and moves to the bedroom. He grabs the baby wipes and lavender oil that he often uses for his sore muscles after workouts and brings them to the bed. You are still lying there, spent and exhausted, cum coating your thighs and aching pussy. He kneels in front of you and takes a baby wipe, gently pecking your foot where your anklet is. “Legs up, mama,” he coos. 

You do as told, slowly lifting your legs and allowing your boyfriend to gently dab the cum away from your skin. He takes extra care of you, paying attention to the way your body moves and responds to him.

Once he is done cleaning you up, he takes a squirt of oil and rubs it between his big hands, warming up the slick oil before he begins massaging your sore muscles. You watch him through grateful, hooded eyes, falling deeper in love with him as he falls deeper in love with you, watching you melt into the mattress.  

“What got into you tonight?” you finally ask, giggling softly. 

He briefly pauses to stare at you, his expression serious and his heart hammering in his chest. “You,” he replies, deadass. “And a little jealousy. Call me crazy, but I just didn’t like seein’ Sero and Denki all over you like that, friends or not. I’m sorry I lost my temper.” 

Now the guilt has begun to creep in. Quickly, you ease his mind trying to jinx him by laying a hand on his thigh. “Don’t be. I liked it…a lot.” As if the way you came for him wasn’t evident enough. Kiri sheepishly smiles at you, back to his old, wonderful, sweet self. “Yeah?” 

You nod and press a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “Yeah,” you giggle. “Maybe I should dance with other guys more often.” 

Kiri rolls his eyes as you begin to laugh, squealing when he gives your ass a smack. “Don’t play with me,” he mutters. “Now flip over unless you want me to fuck you again.”

You whimper as he curls his fingers upward inside of you, brushing your internal clit. You toss your head back into Kirishima’s broad shoulder, his beefy arms wrapped tight around you with your arms clanked down tight to your sides so you can’t move.

You sit in Kiri’s lap, your legs spread wide and your white mini skirt hiked up to expose the beginning of your white thigh-high socks, your creamy thighs, and puffy pussy oozing wetness onto Sero’s fingers. 

Kiri laughs, keeping his head back slightly to not get hit in the face by the fake, fuzzy halo on top of your head. “I knew that’s what she was doing. What, you can’t let us in on what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, slutty girl?” He pecks you on the cheek as he unwraps an arm from you to toy with your tits and hard nipples spilling out of your laced white corset. 

He is so strong and buffed up that one arm wrapped around your midsection and arms is all it takes for you to feel restricted. He chuckles, sliding his tongue down your neck as Sero kneels down to inspect your cunt further as you suck in his fingers. “Or are you feelin’ as good as Pinkie here that your brain got kicked into your second language?” 

You look over at your beautiful Mina in her devil costume, her red pleather skirt hiked up over her perfectly-round ass that she has in Bakugou’s face. His Ghostface mask is cocked up to expose his handsome face as he fingers her from behind, his thick digits plunged in her wet pussy while she sucks off Denki. 

The honey blonde-haired pro in his Pikachu onesie bites his lip as he forces his cock deeper down Mina’s throat, causing the headband where her red horns are on her head to slide down her face. Denki fixes them, tugging his zipper to his onesie down more to expose his heavy balls. “That’s it, you little devil,” he coos, toying with Mina’s tits dripping out of her red corset. “Take that fuckin’ dick. It’s what you need.” 

Mina suddenly yelps, pulling herself off of Denki’s dick coated in her red lipgloss to look back at Bakugou as he nips at her pussy with his teeth. “Fuck, Bakugou!” she whines. “That’s s-so mean!” 

He glares at her from over her ass, her red thong pulled aside to expose her dripping pussy. “Shut up,” he growls. “You’re lucky I’m even doin’ this to you. I could’ve done way worse considerin’ what you and this other slut got up to earlier.” 

He cuts his heated look over at you as you squirm in Kiri’s arms. Sero chuckles from between your thighs, his Jason hockey mask turned up so you can see his handsome face and beautiful lips pierced with snakebites. “Oh, yeeeeah, that shit at the party. I could’ve sworn Midoriya and them were gonna fuck you right on that dance floor.” 

He pauses to give your pussy an open-mouthed suck, making you gasp. You’re fairly sure that you’re leaking all over Kiri’s “Good Guy” overalls in his Chucky costume, but you know he could care less since you can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass the same way it was at the party. 

Oh, how you loved feeling that. Combined with the bubbly feeling you got from the tequila shots you did with Mina during a pregame at the house and the fruity goodness of the spiked punch that Hawks fixed for the party, it made you increasingly bold. And extremely horny. 

You and your partners were invited to Hawks’ annual costume party along with your other mutual pro hero friends. You decided to dress as a sexy angel with fake wings and all while Mina did a saucy devil. Your costumes, of course, grabbed some eyes despite your very possessive, very protective pro hero boyfriends, in addition to your dance moves. 

After a couple of cups, you were grinding against Mina and accidentally flashing your panties to a few other guys at the party. You grew incredibly social too, giggling at Hawks’ jokes, chatting with Deku about upcoming anime, and gushing over Fatgum’s cooking while he blushed. You touched Todoroki’s arm and hugged Mirio longer than necessary, complimenting his grip since he’s been in the gym lately. 

And this all made your guys mad. Very, very mad. Mad enough for Bakugou to literally carry you out of the party, much to your dismay, while Kiri scooped Mina up onto his shoulder. You knew it was coming judging by the scathing looks they would shoot you across the room for bending over and shaking your ass, practically in their friends’ faces. But all of that only made you bolder and feel even sexier than when you walked in in your white corset that pushed up your tits, white mini skirt, and red bottom pumps that your guys bought you. 

But now, here you are, paying the price for your sins. “First you and Mina try to make us jealous,” Sero tuts. “Now you’re speakin’ in your other language as if I can’t understand you.”

“Sero, no,” you whine through your glossy, trembling lips. “I-I wasn’t–” His fierce looks makes you pause. “Sorry, what?” he asks, his tone firm. You wither, your stomach flipping. “No, Papì,” you correct yourself. “I wasn’t doing that, I promise! I swear!” 

“But why the sudden change, baby girl?” Kiri coos as his cock throbs underneath you. “As hot as it is, some of your Daddies can’t understand ya. You don’t wanna talk to us?” He presses a finger to your cheek, making you turn to look at him and his fake, bloody scars on his face. 

“N-No,” you whimper. “I-I just…” You pause, unable to really piece together a proper sentence as Sero slurps on your pussy again. “You what, cutie?” Denki snickers. “You just love how you’re feelin’ right now? You just love that we’re breakin’ that pretty little brain?” 

He leans over to give your pussy a harsh smack, an electric shock buzzing from his palm onto your clit. “Ah!” you gasp, gritting your teeth at the sudden shock of pain. It only makes you wetter, much to Sero’s enjoyment. 

Bakugou huffs from behind Mina, his hands gripping her ass. “Of course, you would. You both would. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two planned this.” 

“We didn’t plan shit,” Mina grunts, spit dripping from her red lips as she glares back at the platinum blonde. “You’re the ones who said you liked our costumes.” 

SMACK! 

Both Bakugou and Denki give her ass a smack, causing her to wail. “Bratty little bitch,” Bakugou growls. 

Denki cackles, shoving his cock back into the pink-haired girl’s mouth. “S’okay, Bakugou. We can teach this one some manners all night.” He gazes down at her, rocking his hips to fuck her throat. “Somethin’ tells me she wouldn’t protest to that,” he chuckles. “Wouldya, baby girl?” Mina only whimpers in reply. 

“But you,” Bakugou says, turning his crimson eyes on you. You gulp, your mind racing. “If you’re gonna be speakin’ in that sexy second tongue, we’ve got a translator for that.” He cuts his eyes to Sero who pulls away from your pussy, smirking. “Bet,” he chuckles, roughly squeezing your ass. “Nothin’ gets me harder than hearin’ you speak my language, mami.” 

Kiri hums in agreement, nuzzling his nose into your sweet-smelling hair as both of his hands cup your tits, massaging them. “Such a sweet lil’ angel,” he coos. Sero playfully flicks one of your fake wings strapped to your back, grinning. “You had just the right costume tonight.” 

Bakugou rises from his spot behind Mina and kneels onto the bed, already working his fly open to free his big, hard, pulsing dick. “Our friends certainly thought so,” he bitterly states. “And you two liked that shit, didn’t you?” 

“No, Daddy,” you and Mina both reply in unison, only resulting in two harsh spanks on your asses from the hotheaded blonde. “Liars. We saw the way you were smilin’ in that damn Deku and Half-In-Half’s faces.” 

“Even Hitoshi seemed very interested in your costume, baby girl,” Denki adds, smacking his hard dick against Mina’s face, ever the sadist. “I’ve never seen that guy ogle a girl in his life!” 

You try to remember if all of that happened and if maybe you did give off the vibes that you were flirting with anyone other than your boyfriends, but it’s hard to remember much when you’re pumped full of booze. “W-We were just having fun, Papis (Daddies),” you moan. “We promise! We wore these costumes for you!” 

Sero holds your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him. “Then you’ll have to prove it to us, pretty girl,” he whispers. “You can do that, can’t you? All it takes is you and this sexy body of yours.” You watch with one hand as he unzips his fly and peels the flap to his briefs away. 

He lets you reach inside to retrieve his hard, throbbing, veiny cock, the tip pierced with a silver ring. His smirk is wicked and almost carnal, knowing that he’s hooked you judging by your sharp intake of breath…or maybe that’s just from his fingers still slowly fucking your pussy. “Can you do that for us, mami?” 

You whimper as he rubs your clit with his palm while Kiri continues to rub your tits, gently pinching your dark brown nipples. “Sì, Papi,” you obediently reply. “I promise.” The four men smile, pleased by your submission. “Can you abide by that too, Pinkie?” Bakugou teases, slapping his cock against her pussy lips, earning a few sticky, wet sounds in response. 

Mina groans, Denki’s cock slipping out of her mouth as she jerks him off, her red nails glistening and shining against his shaft. “Y-Yes,” she stammers. “Just please, please touch me!” 

The four men laugh at her, your poor little Mina. Bakugou leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to her ass, giving it a mere smack. “So whiny. We’re gonna have to plug that mouth up.” He crawls over to where Denki is, practically shoving the guy out of the way to replace his spot. 

You and Mina watch as Bakugou strips off his costume, exposing every inch of his perfectly muscled body, but your excitement grows when he decides to keep the mask on. “Suck me off and maybe I’ll forgive you,” he softly growls, wrapping a hand around his cock to offer Mina. She stares at it, eyes wide and her tongue jutting out to taste his tip. 

“Hang on a sec,” Denki says, his cock twitching at the sight. “I wanna taste her while she does it. Let’s test her to see if she can focus.” He pauses, winking at the platinum blonde. “She won’t. My tongue is too good.” 

You watch with interest and arousal as Denki strips off the rest of his costume, leaving himself naked too, and lies back onto the bed. Mina assumes the position, straddling his face and facing his cock while Bakugou kneels in front of her, plunging himself in her mouth. “Fuck,” he groans, grabbing a fistful of her pink curls as she gets to work, bobbing her head and slurping him up as she jerks Denki off with one of her pretty hands. 

Sero slides his fingers out of you and sucks your wetness off before Kiri dumps you onto the bed. You assume the position: all fours with your ass exposed underneath your dress. Sero strips, exposing every inch of his lean muscle and tattoos to you. He, too, keeps his hockey mask on, adding to the thrill of roleplay sex. “C’mere, mami,” he coos, beckoning you forward with his finger and his hard cock. “It’s right here for you. Come and get it.” 

Quickly, you wrap your lips around him and begin to greedily suck, sliding your mouth up and down his shaft. “Shit!” Sero swears while Bakugou lets out a long hiss of pleasure, Mina’s mouth working overtime beside you. Sero gently strokes your hair as he feeds you all of his dick, staring at you through the holes of his mask. “How does Papi taste, puta? Good?” 

At the mention of such a naughty word being uttered in Spanish, your pussy throbs and gushes around air, but is soon shown mercy when you feel Kiri’s tongue slide among your wet folds. “Mmmph!” you moan around Sero’s cock. You pop off of him, leaving a string of spit in your wake, to moan in pleasure. “Coño, por favor! (Fuck, please!)” 

“I understood that,” the redhead chuckles. “Sorry, baby. Your pussy looked like she needed some attention too.” He kneels beside the bed to cup your ass, sliding his tongue along your pussy, sucking your clit. Sero’s cock throbs as you moan around his dick, your glittery lashes fluttering. “Let her sit on your face, Kiri. I wanna see this pretty girl squirm with my dick in her mouth.” Kiri doesn’t need to be told twice, already ripping off his clothes so he can be naked too. 

Your men might as well have been demons with the way they touch, tease, and play with you. Moments later, Sero is fucking your mouth while you’re sitting on Kiri’s handsome face, his red hair cascading over the bed, as he grips your ass and laps at your pussy, thrusting his hard, veiny cock up to brush against your tits jiggling against him. 

“Coño, baby, shit!” Sero blurts, thrusting deeper into your mouth. “Gag on that shit. I love them sounds you make.” Those sounds are sloppy and wet, your throat flexing and gagging around the cock in it while Kiri slips his fat tongue inside of you, hungrily slurping up your slick arousal. 

“God, slow down, Mina,” Bakugou grunts. “You tryna suck my soul out?” Your eyes flicker to your left where Mina is in the same position as you, Bakugou’s dick in her mouth while Denki hungrily eats her pussy from below. Sero laughs, his eyes alight with lust. “Let her! That’s what she’s good for, the little cock slut.” He gives Mina’s firm ass a hard smack at the same time Denki does, causing both of her firm cheeks to jiggle. 

Then Kiri does that thing he does with his tongue–where he wiggles it just right on your clit–and your brain goes completely numb. “Mmmph mmm!” you mumble around Sero’s dick. He pulls out, groaning as he slides against your wet tongue. You take that moment to breathe properly, inhaling and exhaling. “Speak to us, baby,” he orders. 

The words that leave your mouth is a jumbled mess of Spanish as you grind your hips down into Kiri’s wonderful mouth: “Más profundo, Papi! ¡Dame más, por favor! ¡Necesito correrme, joder!”  

“What’d she say?” Bakugou softly growls, his lust-filled eyes gazing at you.  

“‘Deeper, Daddy’,” Sero translates. “‘Give me more please; I need to cum’. That’s to you, Kiri.” 

“Mmmm,” the redhead moans from underneath you, pawing at your soft, luscious asscheeks, prying them apart so he can get more of your hole. “You’ve gotta work for it then, mama. Grind on my face and take Sero’s cock.” 

You do exactly that, sucking Sero off like it’s your job as you ride Kiri’s face, making him disappear beneath your ass. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Sero tosses his head back and groans to the ceiling as you work him with your mouth, your blowjob growing sloppier and wetter, drool dripping down your mouth and onto Kiri’s cock. “That’s it, mamìta, fuck,” he groans. “Coño, your mouth is good.” 

Bakugou laughs, still fucking Mina’s mouth off of its hinges. “Now that I understood,” he cackles. “These whores know better than to give poor blowjobs. Right, Pinkie?” He pulls himself out of Mina’s mouth, slapping it up against her wet tongue. “Yes, Daddies,” she pants. “Only for you.” 

“Only for you,” you repeat in Spanish. You peer up at Sero and Bakugou, hoping they see the want, need, and utter adoration glistening in your tear-filled eyes. You feel Sero’s cock grow harder against your cheek and you nuzzle your face against his tip, making him groan. 

Bakugou cocks his mask over his head, showing you his wicked grin. “Then it’s time to fuck.” The vulgar word coming from his soft lips, pierced with a lip ring, sends shivers through you. “You two stay right where you are.” He reaches over and gives Kiri a hard smack on his thigh. “You two extras stay down there too. We need those pussies nice n’ open.” 

You shiver and shudder in pleasure as Kiri continues to lap at your cunt, wrapping his arms around your waist to clamp your ass down onto his face. Sero watches with interest as you make the cutest faces, whispering to yourself in Spanish. “Mmm-hmm, and your tongue looks like it’s doing the trick, Kirishima.” 

Kiri moans into your pretty hole before pulling away, his lips and chin wet with your juices. “Yeah? You like it when Daddy eats that slutty pussy?” His raspy voice is like an aphrodisiac for you, making your pussy gush before he dives back in, shoving his tongue deep inside of you. “S-Sì! Sì, I do, Papi!” you cry out, shamelessly riding his face. Mina does the same, grinding herself down into Denki’s mouth as he gives her spanks here and there, sparks of electricity leaving his fingertips to zap her. 

Sero taps his finger against your chin and bends down to give you a kiss. “You’ll like this even more,” he murmurs before he crawls over the bed and settles behind you, prepared to sink his cock inside of you. He takes your hips in his hands, making you shudder in anticipation. “Ready when you are, Bakugou.” 

You don’t miss the teasing lilt in his voice and neither does Bakugou. 

“Fuck off! I had to get her situated.” He has gotten behind Mina as well, leaving Denki to lay beneath her pussy and Bakugou’s heavy balls…not that he’s complaining. Neither is Kiri from his spot–in fact, he has started to swirl his tongue between you and Sero, licking his balls and dipping inside of your hole. 

“Don’t you two move an inch,” Bakugou growls, gripping Mina’s ass as he slaps his cock against her pussy completely hands free. This is exactly what you two sluts wanted.” Sero slaps his cock against your wanton pussy at the same time as you, causing sparks of electric pleasure to zing through you. 

“Papi, por fãvor (Daddy, please),” you beg, looking at him over your shoulder. “Fuck me.” That is all the begging Sero needs for the lust to take over and for his tip to slide inside of you. 

When both Sero and Bakugou slam home into you and Mina at the same time, it seems that your pleasure is shared through some invisible thread between you. You both moan out and look for something to grip–you grip the sheets while Mina grips Denki’s thighs–as you are both fucked absolutely stupid, all thoughts, logic, and sense completely knocked out of your heads by the two fat dicks fucking you. 

In time with Sero’s fucking, Kiri’s tongue slurps you up from below, making your pussy sloppier and wetter, allowing for Sero to fuck you as hard and as rough as he wants to. Once he is in deep, so deep that you can almost feel him in your stomach, your moans grow louder, causing Kiri’s cock to grow harder in your face, damn near pulsing. 

“Theeeere we go,” Sero draws, slamming you back into him, watching your ass jiggle against him. “Does Papì’s cock feel good, baby? Dime. Sólo yo (Tell me. Just me).”

His voice becomes a lot deeper and raspier when he speaks Spanish, all the more persuasion for you to continue to lose your shit. “¡Sí, papi, joder, sí! ¡Me encanta tu polla! (Y-Yes, Papì, fuck yes! I love your cock so much!)” Your words are jumbled and loud, the English language taking the backburner. 

Sero presses his mouth against your ear as he trails up your neck, peppering it in wet kisses. “Lo sé, nena. Sé que tu coño necesita toda esta polla (I know you do, baby. I know your pussy needs all of this dick).” He places one foot up on the bed and nails his hips against you, the smack of your ass against his thighs filling the bedroom. 

“Hey,” Bakugou barks. He is still fucking a moaning and whining Mina stupid, her pretty, pink pussy sliding down his cock. “Quit excludin’ us from your dirty talk. What’s she sayin’?” 

Sero smirks, giving you a wink. “How much she just looooves me inside of her. How good I’m rearrangin’ those insides.” He gives your ass a smack before slamming into you more, putting his back into making your pussy squelch around him. “Ah!” you gasp. “Fóllame! (Fuck me!)” 

“‘Fuck me’, she said,” Sero chuckles. The honeyed blonde lying beneath Mina and fucking her tits pulls away from her pussy. “You ain’t been fucked yet, cutie,” Denki snickers from his spot below Mina’s perfectly round ass. “Don’t you worry. I’ll make you speak all types of languages once I’m inside you.” 

The redhead pulls away from licking you and Sero up to, just enough to breathe. “Is that a challenge, Kaminari?” Kiri asks from underneath you. “Not to toot my own horn, but you’re actin’ like these two don’t cry and beg for me when I’m fuckin’ them.” 

Bakugou growls at this, his eyes ablaze as he continues to roughly fuck Mina into the bed, gripping her hips and keeping her in all fours. “All of you extras are delusional. I’ll fuckin’ show you.” 

You shiver in anticipation of that. That means you get all four cocks from your boyfriends tonight. “Ah-ah, Katsuki,” Kiri tuts. “We take turns, remember? Let Sero show us what he’s got. Plus, I kinda like hearin’ this one talk in a different language.” 

Denki lazily watches you from afar as he toys with Mina’s clit with his fingers. “Mmm, me too. That shit is too hot.” 

Sero grins, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he goes faster, harder, giving you all of the dick that you can take. “Go on, mamì, talk more for us. Ride Kiri’s tongue and take my cock.” You nod, delirious with the ecstasy your boyfriends are serving you on a silver platter. “Yes, Papì. I promise I will. Then you dip your head down and give Kiri some very sloppy head and deep deepthroat as Sero fucks you from behind. 

“Good girl,” Bakugou praises you, watching you take both dicks like it’s nothing. “You open that mouth up too, baby girl.” He holds Mina’s cheeks in his hand, squeezing her chin. “Yes, Daddy,” she moans. “But I think Y/N sounds a lot cuter.” 

SMACK! 

Mina yelps as Bakugou’s hand comes down hard on her ass, causing the firm cheeks to jiggle in response. “You both sound fuckin’ cute,” Bakugou growls. “Now open your mouth and let us hear you.” And she listens, letting her voice out in loud moans, whines, and gasps that mirror yours until your sounds, the creaking from the bedsprings, and Kiri and Denki’s sloppy tongue swirls and flicks against your pussies create a symphony of sex. 

It doesn’t take long for that knot in your core to get tighter. The more Sero fucks you and the more Kiri sucks on your clit, the more you feel the urge to cum rising to the surface. Kiri’s cock grows harder in your mouth, only adding to your arousal. You just love a big dick in your mouth and pussy at the same time. You love the way they feel swelling and throbbing in your holes, closing to blowing their loads. 

You completely lose the rest of your mind as your body winds tighter and tighter in anticipation of your intense orgasm. “¡Dios mío! ¡Me voy a correr! (Oh, my God! I’m gonna cum!)” you wail in time with Sero’s thrusts and the shaking of the bed. 

“Oooo, I know what that means,” Kiri chuckles. “Sounds like someone’s gonna cum.” Sero grunts in response, his hand circling your throat to squeeze it the way you like. “Is that true, baby? You’re gonna cum all over my cock?” 

“Si!” you whine. “Si, si, yes!” You need it. You crave to cream all over your boyfriends’ cock and mouth, drenching them in it. Sero presses his lips to your ear, the scent of his cologne drenching your skin and filling your nostrils. “Do it then, mi amor (my love). Ven para mi (Cum for me).” 

You whine in response, desperate and needy, just as Mina is as she takes all of Bakugou’s harsh fucking in doggy, his big hands gripping her slim hips. “Fuck, I’m cumming too!” she cries out, tossing her ass back into Bakugou’s cock. “Please, ‘Suki, make me cum! Please, Daddy!” 

The platinum blonde groans at her sweet begging, wrapping his hand around her throat as well to choke her as her orgasm comes. “You’re lucky I like you beggin’,” he growls. “Fuckin’ cum for me then. Just for me.” 

You go back to sucking Kiri off in an effort to make him cum too just as Sero’s thrusts grow faster and rougher, his moans growing louder and more intense. “Ven para mi, ven para mi, Ven para mi,” he grunts, gradually growing more intense as he thrusts inside of you. 

Finally, you reach the point of no return and your entire body shudders as you finally orgasm. When you cum, you do it hard. Your muscles tighten and your pussy quivers as you cum on Sero’s cock, some of it dripping into Kiri’s mouth. The two of them cum too, Sero groaning as he fills you up while Kiri moans into your pussy, gripping you tight as his cock explodes in your throat, filling it with loads of his creamy spunk. 

You tick your eyes over to your other partners where you find Mina shuddering as she cums, her eyelids fluttering and her golden eyes rolled back to her skull. Bakugou lets out a guttural groan as he cums deep inside of her, holding her firm against his pelvis. Denki has cum too, completely hands and mouth free, his spunk spurting onto Mina’s tits and stomach as he whines and whimpers into her pussy and against Bakugou’s heavy balls. 

Sero peppers your cheek in kisses, his thrusts growing slow and sloppy as his orgasm drains in. “¡Muy bien! ¡Qué buena chica para mí! (Very good! Such a good girl for me!)” he brightly praises, causing you to smile. Slowly, he pulls out of you and you roll off of Kiri who greedily presses his lips soaked in your cum to Sero’s mouth. 

Denki does the same thing with Bakugou, the two of them sharing Mina’s cum as they kiss. You use that time to watch as you lay side by side with Mina, exhausted, satisfied, and coated in cum. 

“Get some rest now, babies,” Kiri coos, giving you both a chaste kiss on your lips. “You’ll need it for later.”  

The four of them grin at you and Mina like they are straight up horror movie villains, making your stomach flip and your pussy twitch. Bakugou grips both of your chins in his big hands, his crimson eyes drilling you to the spot. 

“So are you gonna be a good girl and let us have our fun with you too?” he asks. Mina, too winded to speak, only nods. 

But you manage to speak: “Si, Papis,” you reply with a sultry smile. “I promise.” 

The only good thing about tonight is spending time with your boyfriends for the first time in a long while. With their demanding jobs as pro heroes protecting your city from villains and crime, differences in hours, and you clocking in hours at your big girl job, it was hard to come home and spend time just two on one with one another. 

So when the opportunity came to visit the Halloween-themed amusement park that they always wanted, you “jumped” at the chance. In reality though, you were trembling and protesting on the inside at the idea. 

Truth be told, you are a total scaredy cat. Anything related to crazy, axe-wielding maniacs, gore, or supernatural shit, you steer far away from. Which is why both of your boyfriends gave you weird looks when you told them about the park. 

“You wanna go to that?” Bakugou asked as he sipped his coffee one Sunday morning, his pierced eyebrow raised at you. “Ain’t you afraid of that sorta shit?” 

“Not afraid,” you corrected him. “It’s just not my cup of tea…but I figured that this Halloween, I can change that and try something new.” Both of your long-term boyfriends shared a look with each other. Neither of them were convinced. 

And neither were you. The truth was you were terrified. You hated the prospect of actors jumping out at you, scary rides, and, even worse, guests who took the scares farther than the actors did. Even when you were sent your ticket by Kiri (who bought all three), you contemplated sending it back to him with the money for it. 

As the days led up to your amusement park date, you could feel your heart beating faster and your stomach flipping and clenching with anticipation and dread. The car ride was brutal–you were quiet the whole time and didn’t eat much. You were afraid that if you did, you would blow chunks out of pure fear. 

But never once did you protest or ask to turn around. You bit your lip through the fear, even as you and your boyfriends crossed the threshold to the amusement park filled with creepy attractions and actors in scary masks and makeup. You were so tired of being made fun of for your fears and especially tired of yourself. You needed a change! So why not start here? 

But after two hours of being at the park, all you wanted to do was go home and stick your head under the covers. The only three saving graces are your partners and the white bracelet wrapped around your right wrist that gives actors the nod that you don’t want to be “frightened” by them. 

Kirishima, the sweetest of your two boyfriends, made it his mission to make you feel as comfortable with your decision as possible and find the least scariest attraction…but there barely was one. 

“Sooo that Lady Lllorana river ride,” he comments as you walk between himself and Bakugou. He gives you a big grin with those shark teeth of his, his wild, crimson-red hair pulled into a ponytail. “How we feelin’ ‘bout it? Wasn’t that bad, right?” He squeezes your hand in his bigger, calloused hand, giving you an ounce of comfort despite your frazzled nerves. 

Bakugou snorts in his Ghostface shirt that squeezes his toned upper torso, the fabric outlining his nipple piercings. “Yeah, you barely screamed the way ya did durin’ that corn maze ride. It was barely even that scary!” He holds your other hand, his fingers adorned in rings and tattoos. He paired the Ghostface shirt with some ripped jeans and checkered sneakers. 

Meanwhile, Kiri looks like a sexy scarecrow in his red flannel, jeans, and boots. His lip and brow piercings glisten in the silver moonlight that looks like a big ball of white cheese glowing in the night sky.

You suck your teeth at Bakugou, turning to face the handsome platinum blonde. “I was fine during both,” you haughtily reply, even as he rolls his eyes. “And the only reason I screamed is because that actor kept grabbing my ankle! You saw him!” 

Both of your boyfriends groan at the memory. “Oh, yeah, we did,” Bakugou growls. “Fuckin’ perv.”

“I shouldn’t have worn this dress,” you groan. You thought the frilly, red dress went well with the colorful leaves, paired with one of your denim jackets and sneakers. Kiri whisks you around to his handsome face. “Uh-uh, don’t start with that,” he firmly says. “You look absolutely adorable in this little outfit, babes! It’s not your fault other guys think so too!”

You feel a bashful smile curl onto your lips. Your boyfriends always let you know how good, sweet, and pretty you are and Kiri’s compliment takes away some of the discomfort you feel about your new environment…for now. 

“But they need to keep their fuckin’ eyes to themselves,” Bakugou huffs, gripping your hand a little tighter. “Don’t they know who we are?” 

It’s impossible not to. Bakugou aka the hot-headed yet secretly soft-hearted Dynamight and Kiri aka the sweet yet dangerous-when-pushed Red Riot are on every poster, billboard, and TV you can find in the city. Plus, with how big they are combined with the overabundance of tattoos and piercings they sport, one can’t look at your boyfriends and not be intimidated.

You only feel a minuscule ounce of security and comfort being sandwiched between them though. This amusement park is unfortunately proving yourself wrong: that you could overcome your scaredy cat-ness. 

It only gets worse as you turn and you're suddenly accosted by a very scary-looking clown. His makeup is made to look like he is bleeding from the eyes and mouth, and his polka-dotted onesie is caked in fake blood. “Oooo, nice dress you’ve got on, girl!” he hisses. “You need a little bit more red though.”

He then pulls out a long fake knife that looks suspiciously real to you and you swear your soul leaves your body. A strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back. “Back off,” Kiri growls, stepping between you and the clown. “She don’t want that.” 

Bakugou points at your bracelet, glaring so hard at the clown that his look could kill. “See her fuckin’ bracelet, nerd?” he snaps. “Now fuck off before I give you a reason.” The clown looks like he wants to tell the two pros off, but he only spits on the ground in their direction and runs off in his big, red rubber shoes to scare someone else. 

Kiri turns and places a hand on your arm, concern on his face. “You good, babes?” he cooingly asks. You take a moment to ground yourself, breathing in and out as slowly as you can to slow your heartrate. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “M’fine, I just…didn’t think these actors were working this hard.” 

You try to laugh it off as anyone else would but it sounds fake even to your own ears. ‘You stupid bitch,’ the little voice in your head criticizes. ‘You should’ve never come here. All this just to prove to your boyfriends and yourself that you’re not a pussy?’ 

Kiri is still looking quite worried, a hand placed on your shoulder, his thick fingers massaging your tense muscle. “Y’know, sweetie, if ya want, we can call it a night.” 

“What?!” you and Bakugou both shriek. The redhead shrugs, opening his mouth to finish his statement, but you interrupt him. “No way! You paid for my ticket and we’ve been planning this for weeks now!” you protest. “I’m staying!” 

‘No, no, no!’ the little voice shouts. ‘Leave while you still can! Don’t make a fool out of yourself!’ 

“But, baby, you’re afraid,” Kiri gently argues, ever the most gentle and forgiving. “And it’s okay to be! You don’t have to enjoy stuff like this just to prove to us that you’re not afraid!” 

You feel your face flame, a lump lodging in your throat at the fact that you’ve been caught. Dammit. “But I’m not–” 

“Uh-uh, don’t even try to lie," Bakugou grunts, his eyes intensely drilling into yours. “You’ve been shiverin’ and shakin’ like a lead since we got here. Every ride we’ve gotten on, you closed your eyes. You’re an open book, squirt–you’re fuckin’ terrified, so stop actin’ like you’re not.” 

His eyes, ablaze with irritation, soften slightly because he knows you’re scared yet you’re trying not to punk out for him and Kiri, two lovers of all things spooky, scary, and gory. 

They just don’t understand. You’re so tired of being made fun of when you jump during horror movies, even cornier ones. You’re so sick of being shut out in your house because you’re too afraid of going out on Halloween and being spooked. 

Gritting your teeth, you abruptly turn away, your anger boiling. You’re not a kid that needs to be coddled or protected. You’re a grown ass woman and you can handle a little scare! So when you turn your head and spot the ominous, dark castle, you get a very bad, very dumb idea. 

“Hey, boys!” you call, jumping up from the bench. Your boyfriends turn to face you. “Can we go on that?” You point at the castle, rushing closer to the sign reading off all of its rules, requirements, and warnings about the attraction. 

Your boys walk over to meet you, their expressions grim. As they do, a loud thunder crackles from the speaker next to you and fake lightning shoots through the sky above the castle. You fight off a jump. Kiri peers at the sign, reading everything that the ride has to offer. “This one here?” he asks. “The one that warns about actors touching you, loud sounds, and frightening visuals?” 

You vigorously nod, ignoring the redhead’s confused expression. “Yes, that’s the one. C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Bakugou creases his brows together, giving the castle an uneasy glance. “Fun for you or…?” 

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your ample bosom where the gold locket that Kiri and Bakguou gifted you for your birthday hangs. “Don’t look at me like that,” you sigh. “I know you two are worried about me, but I promise I’ll be okay! And besides…” 

You smile, planting yourself between your men where you hook your arms through their elbows. “I’ll have my two big, strong boyfriends to protect me,” you purr. “I can snuggle up close to you in the dark.” 

You nuzzle Bakugou’s bicep, breathing in his intoxicating cologne and pine-scented body soap. He leans his head back as if your touch has greatly affected him, breaking him down. He could never resist you, his pretty little girlfriend. “Alright, fine, but don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

But as you skip up the trail to the castle’s line, you catch Kiri whispering, “I just think this is a bad idea”. 

And unfortunately, and annoyingly, you start to think that your beautiful, sexy, redheaded stud might be right. You only spend two minutes walking through the maze towards the castle’s big front doors, complete with fake bats, ominous screams, and suspiciously real-looking bloodied limbs hanging from bare, black trees and their gnarled branches, and you instantly want to jet. 

You feel Bakugou’s big body brush up beside you, his hands brushing your ass. “Still wanna prove yourself, tough girl?” he whispers in your ear. He gives your dress a flick and you give him a swat on the thigh. “Ow, damn!” he hisses, briefly stopping from the sharp smack. 

You murdering Bakugou doesn’t seem to be that long of a wait though because before you know it, you’re walking through the big, creaky, wooden doors of the castle with the rest of the line. 

Your throat grows thick as you look around the dimly-lit room. You can barely see your own feet and hands with the darkness that surrounds the place, the only sliver of light being the bloodied hands glowing all over the brick walls and the mirrors hanging above you where eerie faces of ghosts appear and reappear, their eyes following those who walk by to get to their carts. 

Already, you feel uneasy. And when you hear the distant sounds of screams, the whir of chainsaws, and horrifying laughter, you feel like you’re about to throw up. You find Bakugou’s hand and gently tug it. “U-Um, guys?” you whisper. “I think I made a mistake. Maybe we should–” 

“Look, we’re next!” Kiri announces, grinning at the man standing at the ticket stand. You feel like crying standing there as Kiri hands over three red tickets from a row of them that were handed to you at the metal detector. 

The ticket man turns to his left to the young college girl after taking the tickets. “Cart of three,” he tells the girl who escorts you both to your cart with a smile (and a very excited look at Kiri and Bakugou). She tells you to keep all limbs in the cart as she straps you all in, making sure each belt is secure and tight on your sternums. 

You are sitting in between your boyfriends, their big bodies sandwiching you tight between them. They are so big and tall that their knees nearly touch their stomachs and they have to shift to get comfortable in the tiny cart. Though none of this comforts or distracts you. You hold the metal bar over your lap so tight that your knuckles turn a stark white. 

Finally, the lights completely dim and the cart begins to slowly move forward on the tracks. The ticket man waves as you ride by and somehow, that makes you feel even more scared. Then there is a sudden booming laugh from overhead that makes you squeak and tense up. “Are you ready to meet your doom?” the voice booms overhead. “You haven’t headed our warnings nor have you left when you still could. Now you must face your death!” 

The laugh continues as the cart speeds up, taking you down a dark hallway where you can barely see anything in front of you. There is loud hissing and screams from all around as the cart bumps this way and that, taking you forwards and backwards down different halls. Finally, the attractions begin to show. 

Each wall is some kind of screen that shows different types of special effects: snarling vampires; bloodied vampires; serial killers jumping out at you with chainsaws and knives. The walls ooze with blood and you smell a rancid scent in the air that you’re 100% sure is a dead body…or multiple. These ride designers are really trying to kill you. 

When you suddenly feel Kiri’s hand on your thigh, you nearly smack him away. Only the spicy scent of his cologne alerts you that it’s, in fact, your man. “Still feelin’ okay, babes?” he asks. His raspy voice is a big comfort to the immense fear you’re currently experiencing. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “It’s just a little–” 

A sudden tickle on your ear cuts you off. “Ah!” you shriek, smacking at the feeling. “What was that?!” 

“A spider,” Bakugou laughs. “Look up there.” You faintly see him point upward and you regretfully look up into the faces of dozens of fake corpses dangling from flickering chandeliers, their faces frozen in terror. “Oh, my God!” you gasp, instantly covering your eyes. “I can’t look!” 

“Baby, look,” Bakugou coaxes. You don’t, keeping your hands clamped shut over your eyes. The terrifying sounds surrounding you are bad enough. “Wow!” Kiri exclaims. “Look at these effects! How much you think they paid for this?” 

Suddenly, you feel a hand brush your neck from behind you as the cart rolls by. You shriek again, slapping away the hand. “Cut it out, Katsuki!” you squeal, taking your hands off your eyes to glare at the blonde. “What?” he asks, scowling at you. “I didn’t do anything.” 

“Then who the hell–?” Your question is cut off by someone grabbing your hair and flicking it. You look behind you again only to see no one. When you turn back to look down at your trusty bracelet, it’s gone. Fear strikes you hard and you feel a headache pounding behind your eyebrows. “My bracelet!” you shout. “I lost my bracelet!” 

“You what?!” Kiri shouts over the loud laughter from overhead. 

Suddenly, the cart comes to a complete stop, its mechanical wheels making a whirring sound as they slow. All three of you sit in the dark now, the special effects gone–it is pitch black now. “Da fuck?” Bakugou snaps. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Attention, riders,” a robotic voice says through the overhead speaker. “We are currently experiencing technical problems in addition to a medical emergency. Due to these issues, the ride is temporarily on hold until the problems are solved. Please stay seated and do not try to leave your carts.”

This is your worst nightmare come, you realize. Your body trembles, tremors coursing through you. “Oh, God,” you whimper. “S-So we’re stuck here?” 

Kiri sighs, looking around at the dark room you’re currently sitting in on the track. “Looks like it, but don’t worry, babes! They’re gonna have the ride back up and runnin’ in a bit!” You can see his teeth gleam as he grins at you, his hand comfortingly stroking your knee. 

But it’s not enough. The darkness is closing in around you, squeezing your lungs until you’re wheezing and panting heavily. You feel as if the more you sit tight, the more likely someone will come and kill you, snatching you away from your boyfriends for good. “No, no, no,” you pant. “I-I can’t stay here. It’s too dark a-and…I can’t stay here!” 

You unclip your seatbelt, but Bakugou’s arm snaps in place over your lap…and it may as well be a metal bar with how strong he is. “Hey, hey,” Kiri soothes on your right, wrapping his arms tight around you. “Y/N, mama, it’s okay. You’re safe. Nothing is gonna hurt you.” 

From your left, Bakugou turns your face to meet his, and leans his forehead against yours. “Breathe,” he sternly says. “Slowly, in and out. You’re okay, baby.” His soft, hot skin against yours and his gruff voice pull you back to reality, grounding you. He performs a slow inhale before breathing out, a slight whistle leaving his lips. 

You mimic him, your breaths wavering at first but they do the job–your heart rate begins to slow and the prickly feeling creeping across your skin that your paranoia caused leaves. Kiri tightens his hold on your body, pressing against you like a big weighted pillow. You feel calmer now. More relaxed. Less like something will kill you. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. And then again, through a sob once the tears can’t be held back anymore, “I’m sorry! You were right, Kiri; this was a bad idea! I-I thought I wouldn’t be scared, but–” 

Bakugou shushes you, wrapping an arm around you. “Stop talking,” he interrupts you. “Just come here.” He pulls you into his side, his big hand cupping the back of your head. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “And I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you were this scared. I was an asshole.” 

It is very rare for Bakugou to apologize to anyone. He has no problem teasing you on a daily, so the fact that he’s admitting that he was a jerk now means that he knows you’re very afraid. You shake your head, sniffling away the snot building in your nostrils. “It’s not your fault–it’s mine. I shouldn’t have–” 

“Nah,” Kiri sternly protests. “Don’t you dare blame yourself. You did this for us and we’re proud of you for even tryin’ to hang with us despite your fears. You’ve got nothin’ to be guilty about.” He presses against your back, squeezing you between himself and Bakugou. You happily sigh, finally feeling content despite the circumstances. 

“And at least we can cuddle now,” Bakugou jokes in the silence. You let out a laugh, wiping away your tears. “Stop,” you giggle. You go to smack him but you miscalculate where his arm is and accidentally lay your hand right on his thigh…where his dick is. “Oh, shit, sorry!” you gasp, snatching your hand away. “I-It’s too dark to see! I thought that was your arm!” 

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he replies and his tone switch isn’t lost on you. It is huskier and more raspy than normal. It lights a match in you, the flame flickering in your core. “No, no, keep it there,” he murmurs, taking your hand and placing it back on his cock. Your jaw drops when you feel it pulse against his sweats, hard, hot, and throbbing. 

“Y-You’re hard,” you breathlessly whisper. That flame grows and grows, turning into a wildfire with the way Bakugou’s vermillion eyes gaze into yours, hot and intense. Even in the darkness, they are noticeable. “Mmm-hmm. You’re to blame for that.” 

As if your body craves it, your other hand slides up Kiri’s thigh and over to his crotch. Sure enough, you feel the hard ridge of his big, fat dick pushing against his crotch too. “Sorry, babes,” he exhales. “You just look too damn good in that dress.” 

His big hand turns your face to meet his just as Bakugou leans over to press his pillowy soft lips to your neck. You moan at the intoxicating, stimulating combination of Bakugou kissing the sweet spots along your neck and throat while Kiri cups your jaw to deeply kiss you. He lays it on thick, his juicy lips caressing yours, the cool metal of his tongue piercing sliding against your spit-slick tongue. 

You moan and whimper between them, Bakugou’s fingers twisting your head to the right where his lips greet yours. His kiss is possessive and rough, his hand gently gripping your throat as Kiri kisses along your shoulders, sliding your jacket off of your shoulders. Their kisses and hands roaming over your body are like aphrodisiacs, making you hotter and hornier with each passing second. 

“B-Boys,” you whimper. “We really shouldn’t. The ride could come back on.” But you make no move to stop them. You gasp when you feel the blonde reposition himself and then you so one of your legs is hanging out of the cart. “Then we’d better make this quick,” Bakugou grunts. 

Kiri softly laughs, peeling off the rest of your jacket and then laying your head down against his chest. “After all, how else are we gonna distract you?” he softly chuckles. He leans over you, strands of his ruby red hair tickling your face. “Don’t be afraid, baby. Just kiss me.” 

As he lays another deep, heated, sloppy kiss on your lips, you feel Bakugou peel up your dress, kissing his way up your thighs. When he makes it to your lace panties, he hums delightfully at the sight there. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Shit, you’re fuckin’ soaked!” 

“Mmm, just how we like it, right?” Kiri chuckles. He has now peeled your dress down to expose your bra. As he slides the straps down your shoulders, he gives you an intense stare, his crimson eyes making you melt. “Now you gonna let your Daddies make you feel good?” 

You bite your bottom lip, heat pooling within your core. Your pussy grows wetter at the soft growl of desire in his voice. “Yes,” you whimper. You hiss slightly as he exposes your tits to the cool air-conditioned air in the haunted castle. 

Bakugou stares up at you between your thighs and the mere outline of his face makes your clit throb. “And you’re not gonna be scared anymore, right?” he asks. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let us protect you?” He leans in and gives your fabric-covered slit a long lick, drawing a soft moan from you. 

“Yes, Daddies,” you whisper, your voice soft and breathless. “I promise. Please…please make me feel good.” You don’t feel bad for begging–your men love it when you turn into a begging, desperate slut like you are now.

The two grin at you, their teeth flashing in the darkness. “That’s our good baby girl,” Kiri coos, taking his thick fingers and gently tweaking your hard nipples. 

All of the sensations that your big, sexy boyfriends give you next completely take you away from the haunted ride and the darkness. With Kiri pinching your nipples and Bakugou eating your pussy, you are practically in heaven. You bite back your moans and whines as Bakugou’s wet tongue slides across your puffy, soft pussy lips and throbbing clit, the cold metal of his tongue ball melting against the hot flesh of your inner folds. 

Sloppy, lewd sounds of Bakugou’s wet tongue sliding and lashing your pussy drift through the quiet air, your moans barely kept quiet against the rush of pleasure you feel. Your back arches in the cart’s bench and your foot, hanging out of the cart, twitches. “Oh, fuck, Katsuki!” you moan. “Please keep going!” 

One of your hands card through his blonde locks while the other feverishly feels Kiri up from behind–his chest, his stomach, sliding down, down down. “So sweet,” he whispers, watching your face as his boyfriend sloppily eats you out. “And so slutty. Where’s that hand goin’, hm?”

He gets his answer when your hand brushes against his hard on in his jeans. “Ah, shit!” he groans, loud enough for the sound to echo. 

Bakugou glares up at him, pulling his tongue out of your pussy. “Would both of you sluts keep it down?” he growls. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

Kiri smirks down at the blonde, massaging your tits with those thick, rough fingers of his. “Not my fault she’s feenin’ for some dick,” he chuckles. “Guess we’ll have to quiet this one down.” 

The blonde then grins and you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what this means. Kiri coaxes you to sit up and you sit on your knees on the bench while your man stand, feet still inside the cart (so they’re still following the rules, your good boys!). Greediness and anticipation crackles in your veins as Kiri gives you a hot stare, a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers pull down the zipper to his jeans.

Zzzzip. The sound slices through the silence only filled by your bated breath. 

Then it’s Bakugou’s turn and his look damn near makes you cum as he unties his sweats, loosening them. “Come get ‘em,” he orders, his voice husky and deep. Like a crazed woman feening for dick, you peel down your boyfriends’ pants to their knees and expose each of their big, hard, thick, throbbing, perfect cocks to you. 

Bakugou wraps a hand around himself and gently taps his cockhead against your soft lips. Tap, tap, tap.

“Open up, baby,” he orders and automatically, like you’re under his control, you unlock your jaw for him, covering your teeth with your soft lips sticky with gloss. But then you feel his cock jab you in the nose. 

“Oh!” you exclaim, making Bakugou cackle. “Whoops,” he laughs. “My bad.”

You giggle with him, feeling the rest of your fear leave you in a swift breath. Slowly, Bakugou tries again and groans as he sinks his cock inside of your soft, wet, hot mouth. “Theeere we go,” he softly growls, pumping his hips. “That’s my baby.” 

You obediently stay put as he fucks your face for awhile, his scent coating your nostrils, as your hand strokes his shaft slick with your spit. Your other free hand searches for Kiri and accidentally grapples his balls. “Well, you’re almost there,” he moans. “That feels so fuckin’ good though.” 

So you stay there, fondling his heavy, cum-filled balls as Bakugou facefucks you, turning your mouth into his personal fleshlight. Then you move onto stroking Kiri’s dick in time with Bakugou’s, working your hands in unison as you bob your head back and forth along Bakugou’s thick cock. “Ohhhh, fuck,” he groans, and the sound nearly makes you cream on the spot. “Such a good fuckin’ mouth.” 

Kiri straight up whimpers as he fucks your hand, his pre-cum spilling into your palm. “Don’t leave me out, mama. I’m here too.” 

You switch to work your mouth on him too, allowing him to grip your hair and slowly fuck your mouth, taking his sweet time to feel your wet tongue slide along his shaft. He is thicker than Bakugou so he stretches your mouth out in a way that is a bit achy yet pleasurable. You imagine him stretching out two other holes the same way, causing you to rub your wet pussy against the cart below you. 

You alternate between both of your men, stroking, sucking, and lapping up everything you give them. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking on their heads, relishing their choked moans of pleasure. Opening your throat to allow them to ravage it, fucking it dumb like it’s a sex toy for their use.

Fondling their heavy balls, gently tugging and caressing them the way they enjoy, massaging their cum that will soon hopefully go inside of you. Judging by their loud moans echoing through the dark space surrounding you, you don’t think that your wish is too farfetched to come true. 

“Someone’s havin’ fun now,” Kiri teases through a series of luscious moans as your head bobs along your cock. “You’re about to make me cum, baby.” Bakugou grunts as if in agreement, moving from fucking your hand to fucking your cleavage, using his big hands to press your tits together himself. 

Anticipation and lust makes you quiver. You need them both now. You don’t care who sees or what camera captures you. You peel off of Kiri’s cock, spit stretching from his head to your bottom lip. “Daddies,” you whimper. “Need you. Can you please fuck me now?” You peer up at them through your lashes, begging them with your eyes. 

Your men couldn’t be happier to fulfill your wish. Kiri grins, gently petting your head to sleek loose strands of your hair back. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” 

Bakugou takes a seat next to you, naked from the waist down. “Sit her on my lap,” he orders, spreading his muscular thighs wide for you. His cock bobs against his stomach, leading him to peel up his shirt to reveal his washboard abs to you. “Then you get behind her. We’ve gotta make this quick, remember?” 

Kiri holds your hands as he helps you up onto the seat. Bakugou stretches his arms out for you, taking you into his lap. You straddle him, hiking your dress up farther, as he kicks his pants down to his ankles. His cock slides against your slit, drawing a moan of need out of the booth of you. “Yeah?” he teasingly asks, his minty breath fanning your face. “You need this cock in that little pussy, don’t you?” 

“Hang on, hang on!” Kiri protests, irritation in his voice. “Who said you could take her pussy?” Bakugou glares at him over your shoulder, one hand stroking your ass. “I did. Plus, I ain’t hear you call dibs, so you either take her ass or her mouth, shitty-hair.” 

You look over your shoulder to face Kiri, giving him a sexy smile. “It’s okay, Eji,” you softly say, holding your hand out for him. “We’ll have plenty time when we get home. I’ll make sure you can fuck my pussy then, okay?” 

He moves closer to you so his cock brushes against your fingers, causing him to groan. He moves in closer, closer, until his cock brushes up against your asscheeks. “I’m gonna hold you to that, baby,” he grunts. “You’re so lucky your ass looks so goddamn good.” 

You feel him kneel behind you and moan when he pries your ass apart to reveal your puckered hole to him. He wastes no time lapping at you there, once again proving that Kirishima Ejirou is, indeed, a freak. Your moans are the definition of slutty as you toss your ass back into his face as Bakugou slides his cock against your slit, nudging your needy rosebud with his head. 

SMACK! 

“Ah!” you yelp, your voice echoing against the walls. Kiri snickers, his calloused hand rubbing the sting away from your asscheek. “Now that’s a scream I love to hear. Get louder for me, baby.” 

SMACK! 

“Fuck!” you gasp, gripping Bakugou’s hand from the burn. It is a delicious feeling, causing your pussy to ooze even more onto Bakugou’s cock. “Can you quit fuckin’ teasin’ her and just fuck her already?” he growls, impatience in his tone. You can feel that he is ready for you and so are you. If you don’t have them both filling you now, you’ll explode! 

And finally…they do. After some more ass-eating from Kiri to make your hole nice and lubed up for him, together, they line themselves up with your tight holes. And then they slide in…in…into your pussy and ass, filling you to the brim. You hiss in pleasure at the feeling of being stretched and filled, finally feeling something other than fear. 

Bakugou hisses out “Shit!” at the same time as Kiri’s desperate moan that drowns bounces off of the walls. After a few slow strokes and soft kisses, you grip Bakugou’s shoulders and begin to roll your hips faster, building up tempo. Your lips exchange hushed moans and pants between you, the air smelling of sex. 

“Bounce on it, baby,” he growls, his handsome face like a beacon of light in the darkness. “C’mon, give it to me. You can do it.”

He grabs your hips and slams you down as you begin to bounce on your knees up and down his cock. Your tits jiggle in his face and your ass plap-plap-plaps against his lap as Kiri fucks your asshole, hissing each time your tight hole sucks him in. 

Your mind is blank, only filled with white-hot ecstasy as their cocks plunge in and out of your body. The cart creaks underneath you the more you bounce and the more they fuck, accompanying the sound in the air with a symphony of wet plaps and moans. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, practically scream to the ceiling.  

“Shhh, mama,” Kiri hushes you, biting back a grunt as you squeeze around him. “If you don’t keep it down, we’ll get caught. We’re in a public place, remember?” You whimper in apology. 

Bakugou cackles, squeezing your ass the way you like as he fucks you from below. “Oh, she knows. I bet she likes takin’ dick in public, don’t you?” He goes faster, harder, rubbing your clit in time with the merciless pumps of his fat cock.

You can’t keep down–the pleasure is too much and too good for you to keep quiet about. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” you wail. “C-Cover my mouth! Please, Daddies!” Bakugou appeases you, covering your mouth and muffling your moans with his big hand. He grits his teeth at the sight, almost as if he is fighting back his cum. 

“Fuck, that’s so sexy!” he groans. “It’s gonna make me cum.” Excitement twirls in your gut as you feel your own orgasm rising. Kiri cups your bouncing tits as he continues to fuck you from behind, plunging himself in and out of your tight, wet asshole. “Do it quick then,” he says, grinning at the blonde. “You know you want to, Kats.” 

Bakugou glares at the redhead, pressing your body up against his to grip you against him. “Just so you can hold out longer? No way—come the fuck here.” 

He snatches a hand out and before you know it, the two pros are sloppily mashing their lips against one another. You watch them as their tongues swirl and moans drift from their lips as they continue to pump your holes. Overwhelmed, you trace a hand between yourself and Bakugou to frantically rub your sticky clit. 

The two pull away, their eyes glinting at you. “Ohhh, you like this,” Bakugou cackles. “Little slut just loves seein’ her men make out in front of her.” 

Kiri smirks, sticking out his tongue and giving you a long lick up your neck. “How ‘bout we share, hm? Stick that tongue out for us, babes.” 

Bakugou uncovers your mouth, allowing you to stick your tongue out for them. Both of them lean in to sloppily makeout with you in a threeway kiss, spit sliding across your tongues, their soft lips bringing you closer to a very intense orgasm. Bakugou growls, gripping your throat, causing you to gasp. “Fuckin’ little bimbo. Don’t care what we do to her—only that we make her cum.” 

He squeeze your throat just enough to make your head feel a bit light and the build of your O growing more intense. “I-I’m gonna cum!” you whisper. “Daddies, please…p-please make me cum!” 

“So sweet,” Kiri groans. “Oh, fuck, I’m close too!” He is fucking you harder, faster, gripping the back of the cart for dear life as he plows into you from behind. Bakugou’s groans grow louder as he fucks you for all you’re worth, making your tits and ass jiggle enticingly. 

The more your orgasm crests, the more hyperaware you are of your boyfriends–their muscles; their sweat; their musk; their everything. It all makes you intensely horny, turning you into a dick fiend. You need this. You need them. “Please cum with me! Both of you fill me up!” you beg, digging your nails into Bakugou’s skin. 

And after some more rough thrusts and delicious grunts, you finally get your wish granted. “Cumming!” Kiri whines just as Bakugou lets out a grunt of release into the crook of your neck, breathing in the sweet scene of your shampoo. You feel them both release a rush of hot, creamy spunk into your holes just as you explode all over Bakugou’s cock. 

Your cunt quivers and flexes around him, causing his nut to last longer. Stream after stream of cum fills you, making you drip out of both of your holes down your thighs and onto the seat below. You don’t even realize that you’re screaming until you hear it with your own ears. “Cover that mouth up,” Bakugou orders. “She’s practically screamin’ Bloody Mary for us.” 

Kiri does so, cooing sweet nothings into your ear as he claps a hand over your mouth, silencing your moans of release. Your eyes flutter, rolling upward to the back of your head, your high taking you up through the castle’s ceiling and into the sky. All of the fear you felt earlier dissipates and all you feel now is bliss. 

When you come down from your orgasmic high, that bliss still stays, sedating you and settling in your veins. Bakugou lulls his head against the cart, breathing heavily. “Oh, baby,” he groans. “You fuckin’ drained me.” 

Kiri sighs, peeling his hair back from his sweaty forehead. “Mmm, me too. I feel lightheaded.” He softly chuckles as he gently pulls out of you, emitting a moan from both of your mouths from the loss. Bakugou does the same, unplugging his cock from your pussy which oozes cum as soon as he does so. 

“Aww, mama, you’re dripping here!” Kiri tuts, giving you a wink. “Don’t worry; we’ll clean ya up.” Slowly, you’re eased off of Bakugou’s lap and perched onto the seat where they spread your thighs wide. They then take turns sucking your pussy and ass clean of their cum, their soft tongues bathing you. 

Once they finish, you give them a sexy smile, that same slut still living in your skin long after your orgasm. “Now it’s your turn,” you purr. 

Your men sit on either side of you, letting you suck each of them off, tasting yourself. As you do, you hike your ass in the air, allowing them to lazily play with your pussy despite your earlier orgasm. “Careful now, baby girl,” Bakugou murmurs, enjoying you sloppily suck your cream off of his cock. “Ya might start somethin’ we can’t finish just yet.” 

Excitement zings inside of you, but as much as you would like a round two, you’d rather do it in the privacy of your own bed. Finally, you settle down between your boyfriends and lick their cum off of your lips, humming in enjoyment at their taste. 

Kiri wraps one arm around your shoulders and takes your hand to kiss, his soft lips pressing to your knuckles. “You feel better now?” he cooingly asks. You obediently nod, smiling lazily. “Yes, Daddy.” 

Bakugou turns your face and you meet his loving, intense vermillion eyes. “You ever gonna be scared again?” You shake your head, still smiling, oh-so in love with him and the redhead sitting next to you. “No, Daddy. I’m not scared anymore.” 

A smile appears on his lips just as Kiri presses a big, fat kiss on your cheek. “That’s our girl! We’re so proud of y—“ 

Suddenly, the lights switch on, bright and alarming, and a zing of fear shoots through you. “Oh, shit!” all three of you cry in unison. Your boys grab their clothes, dressing quickly. You have never gotten dressed so fast in your life, slipping your dress back up and putting your jacket back on as if nothing happened. As if you didn’t just fuck your boyfriends in a very public place. 

“Quick, get out!” you exclaim, pushing the bar off of you. “Before it starts running again!” Immediately, you all jump out of the cart before it starts moving again and scramble, looking for an escape route. Now that the lights are on, the haunted castle looks a lot less ominous and a little more…fake. You feel like laughing. 

“There!” Bakugou calls. “I see the exit!” You turn, spotting the blaring, red exit sign. You grab your boyfriends’ hands and race for it. Bakugou barrels through the door and takes you and Kiri with him, propelling you out into the open air of the outside. 

For a moment, you three stand there and pant, recovering from the sex and the short fuse of panic that nearly exploded. “That was close,” you pant. “I thought we’d be caught and arrested for sure!” 

“And nothing and nobody bothered you,” Kiri adds with a grin. “See? Nothing to fear.” 

“Thanks to you too,” you coo, wrapping your arm around each of their waists. “Thank you, boys. For always being there for me.” 

Kiri presses a tender kiss to your forehead while Bakugou, the jerk, takes a handful of your ass, damn near digging in it. “You can thank us more later. Now let’s get the fuck outta here before we run into another clown.” 

And it’s only when you’re at the car that you realize you left your panties on the seat. 

THE END.