Bakusquad x Fem!reader Insert
I recently read a great story on Tumblr by @succubisblog
Bakusquad G*ngbang Drabble 18+ - Link to story (also reblogged on my Tumblr account). If you want to read it first.
Love a great GB, but got me thinking about how I could make a sequel with a TWIST! You know I LOVE me some fluffy GngBng!!
STOP! If you are not over 18, please DNI
4 men 1 woman/use of slut/whore/praise/daddy/baby girl. Blowjob, toys, penetration/ references to anal sex
Sitting in the living room, you suck down a coffee while typing on your laptop, you glance at the clock, not much time, you need to finish.
“Hey, (y/n), you’re not streaming yet?” Looking up you see Mina come out of her bedroom. She stumbles and collapses onto the couch. “Fuck,” she moans.
“What the hell?” You move in time as her head almost lands in your lap.
“Sorry,” she spins around looking up, her skin white and sweaty. Touching her forehead lightly you frown, furrowing your brows. “Crap,” she touches her face, “that bad?”
“Kinda,” you turn your attention back to the computer. “I heard you went to the frat party last night. The football players?” You give her a hard stare.
“They had a live band!” She whines.
Shrugging you laugh, “you know why those guys hire them, right?”
“Fuck!” The door slams as your other roommate storms into the apartment throwing down her grocery bags.
“Whoa! What the hell girl? What’s wrong?”
Looking up she just shakes her head, putting away her food.
You notice Mina covering her face, glancing between the two of them, you watch as food is all but thrown into the fridge.
“Seriously, what’s wrong?”
“Mina,” she shoves her empty bags into the pantry and stalks to the couch. “Next time you get drunk at their fucking frat house, you” she points in her face, “are on your own!” Marching down the hall she disappears into her room, slamming her door.
“What happened to-” you pause seeing the look on Mina’s face. “No,” you cover your mouth, looking down the hall and back at her, she nods. “With her?” She nods again. “Of all the people, I never thought she’d get sucked into that nonsense.”
“Helllloooo!” Ochako opens the door, her cheeks red from the cool air. Pulling off her coat, she plops into the chair across from you. “It feels nice in here, but we should turn the heat up,” she rubs her arms. You throw a blanket at her. Laughing she wraps herself up, “what’s wrong with her?” She nods towards Mina.
“Hungover.” Mina moans loudly as emphasis.
“Crap you didn’t go to the frat party last night did you?”
“I did but Bakugou called an Uber for me.” You snort loudly grabbing your computer, you begin typing again. “What?!” Mina looks up at you.
“Only because,” you cast a look down the hall, “someone else was getting gangbanged, otherwise it would’ve been you Mina.”
“Oh shit!” Ochako leans forward, “did-”
“Yes,” Mina sighed, getting up. “She came to get me last night because I was drunk and I guess she got sweet-talked into playing with them.”
“You can’t trust them,” Mina quips.
“Then why’d you go?” Ochako’s voice is icy, almost snippy.
“They had Wrong Way/One Way playing last night,” Mina pulls the other blanket off the couch and curls around the fuzzy softness. “You know how much I like them...” her voice trails off as she picks at the edge of the blanket.
“How does anyone get sweet-talked into ‘playing’ with those guys,” you roll your eyes. “They think they’re god’s gift to sex.” You look back at the computer keeping your eyes downcast, you don’t want them to see the disappointment in your eyes. “Who was there last night?” You side-eye Mina.
“I think just Kiri, Bakugou and Denki?” She shakes her head, “I can’t imagine all those cocks at once could be that good,” giggling as she buries her face in the blanket.
“Um,” Ochako coughs slightly blushing, “it’s pretty amazing.” Looking up, your brows shoot up. Blushing redder, she looks away.
“Not all of them, it was just Bakugou and Kirishima,” she jumps up, going into the kitchen, she grabs the kettle. “Anyone want tea?”
“I do,” Mina looks up, “I can’t believe you fucked them Ochako!” She bites her lip, “so is it true?”
“What true?” Ochako flips the heat on the kettle and pulls out the tea.
Shrugging she picks more at the blanket, “I heard they can make you orgasm like ten times.” You peer at her for a moment and look back at Ochako.
“Ten is an exaggeration, but,” she smiles wistfully, “it was close.”
“Seriously?” Mina stands up, her skin growing paler, “oh shit, I shouldn’t move that fast.”
“Sit down before you puke on the rug,” you push her back. “So, how many times did they cum?” Ochako crinkles her forehead.
“Crap, (y/n),” she laughs, “I can’t remember, maybe two times each?”
“Anything else?” She tilts her head, giving you a quizzical look, “besides cumming?”
“Did they tie you up? Blindfold you?” You turn off your computer, it’s time to stream soon.
“Oh!” Ochako blooms another shade of red. “No, Bakugou controls the whole thing, he told Kiri what to do with me,” a soft smile plays on her lips. “And he gets pretty verbal, things like ‘be a good whore’ and ‘look only at me’. He has a daddy kink too.” She pours hot water over the tea and lifts one for you.
“He does?” standing up you grab the tea cup, “thanks.”
“What are you doing? A research paper on them?” Ochako laughs nervously as she hands Mina one of the mugs.
“Sort of,” you give her a weak smile as you pick up your stuff and walk down the hall.
“Good luck on your stream,” Mina calls as you head into your room.
Sitting down on your bed, you sigh heavily. Katsuki Bakugou was someone that had been stuck in your head for a long time. You’d been in a freshman class your first semester with him and his whole crew. They’d been different then, as nervous as everyone else, well everyone but Bakugou, he’d been cocky from the start.
Scolding yourself, you focus on getting ready for class, Rolling out your yoga mat, you set up the ring light, still trying to shake off those feelings from long ago. Try as you might though, unwanted memories continue floating through your mind. Somehow you’d ended up at the same table as them and had been assigned to a project with Bakugou. It had been a complicated research presentation and you’d had to meet several times. What you discovered was that he was actually a fairly nice person, not something most knew about him. While you had hid it well, it was during that time you’d fallen for him, nursing a one-sided crush. It was right after that project he’d pledged the fraternity with all of his friends and then you rarely saw him, except for tests or presentations. You found out someone was taking notes for the group and based on the stories you knew they were either on the football field or throwing parties. Their fraternity parties were getting more wild and word spread about their legendary gangbangs. You’d steered clear of them at that point and pushed away your feelings for Bakugou. Well, at least tried, you still listened to the rumors and it was the growing stories of their sexual prowess that had piqued your interest. Not that you ever planned on getting sucked into their shit, but it was around that time you started your own journey into increasing your own sexual abilities. You weren’t sure why…or did you know? Smiling, you sit and flip on your stream. In some way you still feel weirdly connected to him, like a scratch that had never been itched. You’d been motivated to think you could be his equal or maybe better and deep down you do know why. “Ten orgasms,” you mutter sarcastically but an intense ache throbs through your clit, sucking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. The fantasy you nursed was quite simple, you’d dreamed that you could make him so desperate from your sexual abilities that he’d devote himself to you. Laughing off the wild dream, you see the camera light click red.
“Alright, we are almost done for tonight everyone,” you sit down on your mat. The room is softly lit now by candles, your ring light turned down. “Great job, remember this session is for new people and I know,” you hold up your hands, “in the beginning you don’t think you feel anything. Trust me, I was there once too.” Pausing as you read some comments, you laugh at the sarcastic quips, “I promise in a few months your muscles will get stronger and before you know it, you’ll be able to really tell the difference.” Stretching your arms over your head, you read more in the chat. “Hi Simpplaidgirl,” you laugh to yourself, the user names always make you chuckle. “I stream twice a week to go over exercises and questions. I know these seem really basic but,” you sit up tall pointing to your lower abdomen, “we need to increase the strength in our pelvic floor muscles before learning how to isolate our vaginal walls. The beginning is just doing contractions, but as you advance we will move on to squeezing and learning how to move the right and left sides compared to the front and back of our canal. In fact, you will be able to lock, twist and pulse your partner’s penis deep inside you.” You wink, “I can even suck a vibrator completely into my vagina, push it out and pull it back in again,” wiggling your fingers, “with no hands.” Grinning you see the comments flying through one after the other. “I know, I know but look if I can do it, so can you. Right now though we need to stretch and then anyone who wants to stay,” you hold up a dildo, “we’ll be going over blowjob techniques.” You lay back looking into the camera, “now, lift up your right leg and cross it over your left.”
Running as fast as you can down the hall, you see the room number, “finally,” you hiss out and dash into the room. Stopping you manage to grab the door before it bangs shut behind you. A few people look up and then back to the professor, who is writing out the lecture notes on the board. Scanning the room you spy a table with a couple of open chairs and race to it, sitting down quickly, you pull out your laptop. Taking a moment to breathe you pick up on what the professor is saying. A small cough to your right gets your attention, looking over you freeze, hands hovering above your keyboard. It’s him, your heart leaps in your chest, blood pounds almost painfully through your body. A cocky grin sweeps across his face, winking Katsuki smirks at you. You finally manage to smile back but realize he’s already focused on the lecture again. Shaking your head you quickly start copying what is on the board. After a few moments you cast a quick glance back around the table, your stomach doing a flip, they’re all there. Eijiro smiles at you briefly as he types into his computer, Kaminari is busy playing on his phone. Swallowing hard you realize you picked the absolute worst seat in the world, the only one missing is Sero. The door closes again and someone crosses the room and sits in the empty seat next to you, looking over you almost groan out loud, it’s Sero. He grins at you as he pulls out his computer. Focusing on the professor you refuse to smile back, trying to pretend you’re anywhere else. The lecture isn’t long, you breathe a sigh of relief as the professor wraps up.
“I have a small project for each table to complete over winter break,” he points to a stack of papers. “This isn’t difficult but it’s an excellent warm up for our final.” Someone grabs the papers and starts handing them out. “Let’s not get fancy, whatever table you're with right now is your group. Please write your names on one of the papers going around so that I know who is at what table. This should only take you a couple of weeks, so good luck everyone.”
Your mouth falls open as the TA slides the blank sheet of paper onto your table. Denki writes his name and pushes it to Kiri who slides it over to Sero, grabbing the sheet from him, Bakugou quickly scribbles on it and hands it back to the assistant.
“Uh, wait!” You reach out towards the TA as he walks away. “Hey,” you glare at Katsuki, “what about me?”
The gleam in his eye makes you pause, “I need to put my name on the list.” You wonder why you’re even arguing. “I actually have to get a good grade in this class,” you huff, as much as you hate to work with them, you have to keep up your gpa for your grad school applications.
Packing up his bag, he shrugs, “I put your name down.”
“You - You know who I am?” Your voice slowly rises in disbelief.
Ignoring you, he picks up a packet, “let’s meet on Thursday to get this done.” All three men look at him curiously.
“We have two weeks Bakugou,” Sero laughs, “what’s the rush?”
“I want to get it done, what the fuck’s the problem?”
Peeking at them as you push your computer into the bag you see everyone exchange quick glances, Kiri looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Thursday good for you? Um, sorry I don’t know your name.” Kiri asks, still looking at you.
“(Y/N), I’m Mina’s roommate,” Kaminari swings his head to look at you, a lascivious look on his face. You scowl at him, “other roommate.”
“You room with Ochako too,” Eijiro closes his computer, his eyes twinkling.
“I do,” your voice clipped, you grab one of the project packs. “I have a better idea, let’s assign duties and that way we can work online.”
“We have to get to practice,” Bakugou shoves back his chair. Reaching over he writes a number on your paperwork, “text me to confirm Thursday or we’ll find another day.” He starts for the door.
Staring at the phone number, your mind is spinning, you need to figure something out quickly. “Thursday I have something and I’m usually slammed during the week, how about this weekend?” You smile wide, they always have parties or games, weekends would never be good for them.
“We can do Friday,” Kaminari is already looking at his phone, “bye week this week.”
“Oh, what’s a bye week?” You ask lamely, Friday night was definitely worse.
“Means no game,” Kiri throws his bag over his shoulder, “we can meet anytime after 5, just let Bakugou know when you can get together.” Giving you a long look, he follows the rest of the group.
“(Y/N)?” You turn to see Ochako at a table across the way. “Where were you?” Standing, she watches them leave, “I saved you a seat.”
Closing your eyes, you want to cry, “I forgot they changed rooms this week and went to the auditorium.”
“Oh shit. So, who are you working with on the project?” She cocks a brow knowingly.
“No one,” you groan, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go.”
Sitting on your bed, you bite your lip, your finger hovering over your phone. Finally you type in his number. You’ve already decided that a public place was the only way you’d meet with them.
(Y/n) - Friday is fine, 6 pm at the library
The text sits unread, waiting a few minutes, you breathe out. “Crap,” you set down the phone just as it flashes with his response.
(Bakugou) - Library closed early on Friday, meet at our fraternity house - same time.
“What?!” Opening the campus website you scroll quickly to the information page, there on the top is the announcement of the library closure on Friday through Monday. “Nooo!” You wail, staring at the screen trying to think of any other place.
(Y/n) - No, a cafe instead
(Bakugou) - You know I don’t like working at places like that, fraternity house or ask the prof for a different group.
You can practically hear the growl behind the text. “Shit,” clearly he knows who you are and remembers the time you’d spent working on the last project. He’d never wanted to meet anywhere public and had always insisted on the private dorm study rooms available only to freshmen. Sighing, you debate your choices. Your phone flashes with another text.
Snorting you glare at your phone. “Yes,” you mumble.
(Bakugou) - See you Friday then, 6 pm - our house.
“Ugh!” Flopping down on your bed, you hug your pillow. Why, why, why? Why did you wait to take this class with Ochako, you’d be done by now! Why did you forget the classroom change today? Sighing you close your eyes, outside of asking for a table switch, which you dreaded, the damn professor had been anything but nice, you’d have to go and work on the project with them. Picking up your phone you read through the texts again. He’d remembered you, a small thrill courses through your body. You’d figured he’d forgotten, but he’d actually remembered your name. Sitting back up, you touch the screen of your phone, the thrill turning into a deeper ache. Friday night, hugging your knees, the swirling of nervous energy in your stomach turns into a full storm blowing through your body. Isn’t this what you’d wanted all along? “Here’s your chance girl, grab it,” you whisper but you're still trembling. You’d spent over two years perfecting your skills for one man, you steel yourself, even if he comes with a pack, it was worth everything. It would be a challenge but you wanted him to be the one having ten orgasms. Laughing, you jump up, opening your closet and begin picking out your clothes carefully.
Getting out of your car, you smooth your clothes. You chose a simple black skirt and a soft low cut blouse that showed the swell of your breasts without being blatant. Underneath you wore black silk thigh highs with your favorite dark pink lingerie set, a butt plug firmly in place. You’d hydrated, eaten right, cleaned everything and packed your toys, since your past boyfriends always struggled to bring you to orgasm, you’d decided to bring your personal equipment, in case the rumors weren’t true. Working your way to the large fraternity house, you knew you were more than prepared physically. Squeezing your pussy walls together in a quick whipping motion you try to make yourself feel confident. If something did happen and anyone was going to be begging for more tonight, it would be them. The fantasy you’d nursed for three years was taking shape as you stepped up on the wide porch, gripping the handle of your backpack tightly, you bravely knock on the door. It swings wide as Denki smiles and waves.
Your heart leaps in your chest. Smiling back your calm face hides the crazed emotions rolling through your mind and body.
“Come in,” he motions for you to follow him through the large home. Walking through the expansive hallway, you stare at the multitude of paintings and pictures, the house is really beautiful.
“How does this place stay so nice?”
“What?” Denki turns to look at you following your gaze.
“The parties,” you explain.
“Oh, those are held out back,” he waves his hand over his head, “there’s a rec room that way, we try to keep these areas free of all that shit.”
“That's gotta be hard,” you note the wood is in almost perfect condition. He laughs and bounds up the steps, turning he watches you come up the rest of the stairs not moving as you step on the top step.
“You’re really pretty,” Kaminari appraises your body, “what a waste.”
You choke for a moment, “ a waste?” You blink, was he being serious?
“Yeah,” he looks over his shoulder, “we were given strict instructions-”
“Denki!” Bakugou shouts, interrupting as he strides out of a wide door across from the stairs, “where the hell is she?” Poking your head around the smaller blonde’s body you smile.
“Here.” You see his eyes flare for a moment as he clicks his tongue.
“We don’t have all day, let’s get this done.”
Following Denki, you walk into a room that appears to be an oversized library or office, you aren’t sure which. A large desk sits to one side surrounded by endless shelves of books. Several large tables fill the room, Sero and Eijiro sit with their computers, both don’t look happy. You set your bag on the table, “great way to spend Friday night, right?” You mutter apologetically. Sero glares over at Bakugou then down at his computer.
“No one had plans,” Katsuki sits down pointing to an empty chair, “take that seat.”
“I grabbed some more drinks and snacks,” Sero pushes more food onto the table, without glancing up you grab some chips and begin munching. It’d been three hours and you were exhausted, but true to his word Bakugou had made everyone power through and you were finally done.
“A title page and that’s it,” leaning back you stretch and stand up, bouncing around trying to get the blood back into your legs.
“I’ve got that,” Kirishima finishes typing while watching you jump around.
“That’s it?” Denki lays on his arm, closing his eyes in relief. “If this was an easy warm up, man, that final is going to be killer.”
“We could study for it together if you want,” the words are out of your mouth before you realize what you’ve said, you close your mouth. He lifts his head for a moment then plops back down.
Feeling relief at his non-committal attitude you sit back down. The whole night had been so normal you really meant what you said. The group had studied and put together the project, no stares or winks, some smiles and a few glances at your chest, but nothing else. Your confidence had been growing by leaps and bounds as you’d watched them work together naturally. Clearly Bakugou was in charge, Kiri and Denki seemed to rely on him the most, both flanking him on either side. You’d chuckled at how they hung on his words and actions. Eijiro was sincere and hard working, seeking praise from Bakugou while Kaminari just played around the whole time and only offered a few bits of help when Katsuki snarled at him. Sero seemed to be the only one that would challenge Bakugou at anything. It was at these times that Katsuki would listen and make his decision, whereas with Denki and Kiri, he usually immediately dismissed them, until Sero agreed with them and then he would soften and contemplate the disagreement.
“We’re done,” Kirishima looks at his phone, “and it’s still early.”
Glancing at your own phone, it's just after 9, your nerves start to pick back up. Would they say something now? “Glad that’s over,” you laugh self-consciously, cleaning up your stuff, you peek up at Bakugou. He’s focused on his computer.
“I sent everyone the project,” he looks up. “I don’t think we have to present this one, but if we do, we’ll figure it out later.” His red eyes land on you, “is that cool?” He notices a slight hesitation flicker across your face as you nod. “I guess that’s a night then,” standing he stretches and comes up behind you, reaching for your bag.
“Why in a hurry?” Denki snickers softly, leaning his chin into his hands, he bats his long gold lashes.
“Cut it out,” Katsuki grabs your bag and pulls your chair out, he glares at Kaminari.
“What’s up Bakugou?” Sero tips his head, “don’t want to share her?”
“Share me?” You step back, colliding into Katsuki’s solid chest. “S-sorry!” You jump forward stumbling, his hand catches your arm holding you steady.
“Oi, stop moving around.” Casting an annoyed look at Sero, his jaw clenches. “She isn’t someone that could handle this group.” Tugging on your arm, he softens his tone. “Get your computer and I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Can’t handle this group?” You spin around glaring at him, “I’m not some baby!” Fiercely grabbing your bag in Katsuki’s hands, you pull it away from him.
“I’ve got it,” Bakugou barks, pulling at the same time.
“Wait! NO!” You watch in horror as the bag tips upside down, one by one your toys spill out onto the floor. First your clit vibrator, followed by your vibrating beads, then the bottle of lube lands with a thud, spinning a few times and rolling to a stop at Bakugou’s feet.
Tilting his head, a cocky grin crosses his face. “Maybe I judged you wrong (y/n)?” Leaning over he picks up the items from the floor and sets them on the table, still holding the small vibrator. He cups your chin running a thumb across your lips. “Were you hoping for an after-study session?” Lifting the device he pushes the button to start the buzzing.
You hear chairs scrape back as the others stand. “Whatcha got there?” Sero picks up the lube, “this is good stuff, what are you planning on doing with this?” His tone is playful.
For a moment you want to run and hide, to take back all the preparation, maybe you weren’t ready for this group. Staring down you try to think of what to say, slowly looking up you stare into those molten red eyes, staring at you openly now, a fire ignites deep inside you. The surge of desire you’ve been holding back all these past years floods your senses. Biting his thumb still on your lip, you smile. “The vibrator,” you reach up and touch the button to turn up the intensity, “is because no can bring me to orgasm without this,” your voice edged with the challenge. Grinning wickedly, his thumb slides over the device to turn it off.
“Then I guess we won’t need it,” tossing it back on the table, he flicks a quick look at Sero, “grab the lube.” Laying a hand on your backside, he squeezes your ass.
Watching the vibrator bounce on the table, you tilt your head, “you sure about that?“ You tease, looking around at the others, moving around you, their eyes gleaming with desire. “Are we going to do it here?” you thump the table. There is a flicker of uncertainty for a brief second in Bakugou’s eyes, you smile inwardly to your toes, you’ve surprised him. “Not that I mind, but is there somewhere a bit more comfortable?” You reach out and run a finger along his jawline, “since there’s so many of us.” Rough hands land on your hips.
“Let’s go to Bakugou’s room,” Eijiro kisses your ear sending a tremor through your body, his fingers kneading your hips.
Tipping your head back so your lips are as close to his ear as possible, you run your hand through his hair, “what a good boy,” you murmur so softly only he can hear, his face flushes a deep red. He stares at you, the same look of uncertainty shines in his eyes. You conceal a triumphant smile.
Bakugou jerks you suddenly from Kiri’s grip, slamming you into his chest, looping his arm heavily over your shoulders. “This way,” he leads you abruptly out the door and down the hall, opening his bedroom door. The others walk quickly behind him. Stopping he swings you around, his mouth covers yours in a punishing kiss, rough and urgent, you revel in the fierceness, looping your arm around his neck you push into him, demanding even more. You feel hands sliding up your skirt.
“Wait,” you try to pull back but Katsuki presses you tightly against his body.
“No waiting, (y/n), you’re ours now,” Denki snickers, closing and locking the door.
Peering around Bakugou’s shoulder you give Denki a smoldering look that freezes him in his tracks, “if you want to play Kaminari, then everyone plays by my rules.” Sweeping a gaze at each man, you lift a brow, “otherwise nothing happens.”
“What rules?” Bakugou growls, cutting off Sero, he lays a heavy hand on your face, “go on.”
“No filming,” you peek again at Denki, who is already holding up his phone, his gold eyes darting to Katsuki. “If I tap someone or call out that I’m in pain, then everyone has to stop so I can get comfortable again, afterall,” you level a sultry gaze at Katsuki who is looming above you, “this is about pleasure, right?”
“Yeah,” he points to Denki, “no camera,” turning back he waits for a moment but you’re quiet, “anything else?”
“One last thing,” taking a deep breath you summon every shred of courage possible. The fantasy that has played in your mind is now a possibility, you’re going to grab for the brass ring. “If I can make all of you cum before I do, you all have to be my devoted slaves for one month.”
“Your what?” His brows furrow.
“You heard me,” you smirk at Katsuki’s incredulous look, “if I win then for one month, you and your crew have to do whatever I ask.” You spread your hands over his chest, “maybe slaves is too harsh a word.” You look at all of them, “let’s say devoted boyfriends for one month if I can make all of you cum before I do.” His tongue clicks lightly as he studies you.
“All of us cum first? Shit, I’ll take that bet any day.” Sero laughs. “What do we get?”
You glance at Sero, “If I lose, then I’ll be the devoted slave for whoever doesn’t cum during the next thirty days.” You pat Sero’s shoulder, “are you in?” You turn to Eijiro whose face is still bright red, “Kirishima?”
“Well, I, uh,” he’s staring desperately at Katsuki.
“You serve all of us or no deal,” Bakugou snaps, “and we choose who goes when and where.”
Twisting your lips, you nod slightly, “okay, I agree to serve all of you but” you shake your head, “we decide together on who goes when.” You don’t want Bakugou first, your body is already too fired up from touching him. You know you need to finish off the others first, if he’s last and feeling pressured you had a chance with him.
“Worried?” He laughs sarcastically, “or maybe your bark is worse than your bite,” he hooks his thumb into the corner of your mouth, opening your lips you let him press inside, you don’t answer. “Who goes first then?” He doesn’t take his thumb out of your mouth, you flick a glance at Denki, then to Sero and last to Kirishima. Chuckling he grins wide.
“Denki, you’ve been underestimated again,” he laughs as your eyes widen. Digging his thumb deeper, he steps within an inch of your face, “our cameraman has delayed ejaculation, that’s why he mainly films, he takes too long.”
“Why?” You mouth around his thumb.
“Cause I like a strong grip,” Denki sidles up alongside you, “been masturbating so long, I only cum with a tight fist, no pussy gives me that feeling.”
Pulling out his thumb, Katsuki sweeps his gaze up your body, “so, I go last? How about you warm up Sero in your mouth while Denki fucks you for the next hour or until your senseless?” He pulls off his T-shirt. Your eyes go owl wide as you stare at his chest. Laughing at your expression, Katsuki tosses his shirt to the side, “this is like taking candy from a fucking baby.”
The rest of them take off their shirts, looking around, you realize you’re in the middle of four of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. “My turn,” you shake off yourself mentally and slip off your shirt, exposing the lacy bra you’d chosen. This piece has always been your favorite as it shows your breasts off perfectly. You hear a soft whistle.
“Damn, (y/n), you hide those way too well,” Kaminari’s eyes are glued to your chest. He was definitely a boob man, reaching forward you take his hands and put them on your breasts feeling your nipples harden under his warmth. Whatever it took to get him excited fast would make it easier to get him to cum. His hands begin to knead you roughly, pinching your nipples, your body wakes up pushing a soft moan from your lips.
“Don’t make this too easy on us,” Kaminari leans over pushing aside the lace and suckles at your nipple. Another moan, this one louder erupts from your lungs. His tongue flicking at your hard nub. His mouth feels amazing but you know getting yourself to orgasm isn’t easy, something only you have been able to do with your toys. You can hear the others begin removing the rest of their clothes, you reach and unclip your skirt letting it pool at your ankles, exposing black thigh highs and your strappy thong with small chains running around your hips.
“Fuck,” you hear Kiri breath out, turning to him, you grab his face and pull him in for a deep kiss, playing with his tongue. Sero’s mouth closes around your other nipple, you utter a guttural groan in the kiss. Two at once with different tempos is mind blowing.
“Since everyone is so busy, let me start back here,” Bakugou walks behind you, slapping your ass appreciatively. Getting down on his knees, he pulls your thong aside and pauses, tapping your butt plug. “Looks like we have someone that likes ass play.”
“What?” Sero snaps his head up, “seriously? Oh shit,” he breathes out.
“No ass for you Sero, you’ll cum just thinking about it, in fact, her fucking ass is off limits for everyone.”
“Fucking shut it, after she cums Sero, win the damn bet and you can fuck her ass all you want for the next thirty days.” Pushing his face between your legs, he begins licking up your already drenched folds. “She’s nice and wet already,” he laughs, reaching deep with his tongue.
You shiver at the sudden intrusion, heat building into your pussy, you focus back on the kiss with Kiri, pushing away the intense throbbing now pulsing under your clit.
Sero latches back onto your nipple, now nipping, “I’ll fucking make you cum, (y/n). I want that ass.”
“I think this little slut will cum before one cock splits this pussy,” Bakugou smiles as he feels your walls flutter in reaction to his mouth. “You like that?” He runs his hands up your legs enjoying the silky feel of your stockings.
“Mmmm,” you move your hips back to push his mouth against your clit.
“Kinda risky, don’t you think?” His mouth wraps around your swollen clit as he begins to suck. You mewl loudly at the sweet feeling of his tongue dragging you into his mouth rhythmically.
“F-Fuck,” you kiss Eijiro deeper, reacting to the others working on your body. You’ve never experienced so many sensations at once, you need to get Denki into your body before you give them too much time. “Lube?” You pull back digging your fingers into Sero’s soft hair, he bites your nipple and looks up, black eyes glittering. Reaching back, he pulls the bottle off the table. Snagging it, you pump some in your hand, you grasp Denki’s swollen cock. Slathering him liberally, you fist his dick tightly and begin to stroke. His mouth falls open releasing your nipple as he gasps from your grip. You feel Bakugou pull away from your pussy.
“Kaminari,” he stands quickly, grabbing your hand. “You’ll fucking cum too fast that way,” he growls, “fucking dunce head.” Pushing him sideways, he grabs your face from Kiri’s mouth, squeezing your cheeks, “on all fours, now.” His hand presses hard on your back.
Stumbling forward you grab Sero to balance yourself, his hands guide you down. “Thanks,” you mumble, getting yourself comfortable.
“Shove your dick in her mouth,” he nods to Sero.
“I know what the fuck to do Bakugou,” he grins as you look up opening your mouth wide, tongue hanging out. “What a good fucking slut,” Sero strokes your cheek, “let’s see what you can do with this,” he smiles, shoving his dick into your face.
Playful, he likes playful. Looping your fingers around his stiff cock, you suck hard, working the tip with your lips and tongue. Denki’s hands are on your ass, spreading you open, you shudder waiting as he slides his hard dick against you.
“Damn you look so fucking good,” Denki licks his lips, “don’t even need lube, you’re so fucking wet.” Sliding slowly into your pussy, his eyes close as you grip him tightly. “Oh fuck yeah, that feels good.”
Bakugou wiggles himself under your body, his mouth latching onto your nipple, he sucks hard. He reaches down at the same time, fingering your throbbing clit. “Gonna make you cum fast,” he pinches your clit.
Squeezing your eyes shut you wiggle as his fingers start to pull at the increasing restlessness inside you. Distract yourself. Concentrating back on Sero, you tease him as you bounce and suck on his cock, slowly taking him all the way into your mouth. Finally you plunge his cock against the back of your throat. Glancing sideways you see Kiri is watching you with a tight expression on his face. Pumping lube in your hand, you reach out for him. He catches your fingers and guides you to his stiff cock, its huge, side-eyeing him again, you see it, thick and long. You shudder again as Denki pushes deeper starting to pump into your pussy, the incredible jolt from his cock and Bakugou’s finger on your clit has you groaning on Sero’s cock.
“That’s it baby, cum for daddy,” Bakugou times his rhythm on your clit with Denki’s thrusts.
Clenching your throat around Sero, you’re surprised by the first telltale pops pulling tautly deep inside your body. You have to finish Denki off and fast. Fighting the growing orgasm, you lock down on him just as thrusts hard inside you. He likes it tight. Caught in your vice grip, you feel him try to pull back a few times, his cock stuck in your pussy.
“Hey-” Your next move rips the words from his brain.
Squeezing his cock with all your strength, you move the walls of your pussy back and forth, stroking him in a fast twisting motion.
“H-HEY!” Denki squeals, you feel his hands on your ass trying to pull back even harder. His attempts make you almost giggle as you raise your eyes up to Sero and open your mouth around his dick, letting saliva spill down your chin, you smile.
“Good girl,” he murmurs all of his attention on your mouth.
Keeping Denki in an iron grip, you begin to contract your pussy quickly, pulsing along his whole shaft, mimicking a tight hand job. His cock bulges as you stroke faster. Grinning, you continue to suckle Sero as you run a thumb over the tip of Kiri’s cock, precum gushes over your fingers. The masterful finger on your clit is driving you wild but you continue to push it out of your mind concentrating hard on making Denki cum.
“(Y/N)” Kaminari whimpers as his cock starts twitching, whatever you’re doing feels just like an iron fist squeezing his whole dick. “Don’t - fuck - don’t-“ his balls pull tight as a deep pulsing pulls through his muscles. Digging his fingers into your hips, he screams, “OH HELL!!”
The finger on your clit stops as you pull Kaminari’s cock deeper into your pussy with another fast contraction, his body shaking as he lets out another loud cry, his hips thrusting unmoving against you as hot cum fills your pussy. Sighing, you relax your body, pushing your mouth down Sero’s length again. One down.
Feeling your pussy release him, Denki pulls out fast, falling back, he catches himself as he lands on his ass. Sagging onto the carpet, his body still trembling, he looks up to see Bakugou sit up and stare at him sprawled on the ground.
“Did you fucking cum?” Disbelief on his face.
You see Katsuki out of the corner of your eye move behind you, pulsing your pussy outward, you push Denki’s thick cum out so he can see your first victory. If your mouth wasn’t filled with Sero’s cock, you’d laugh at his deep growl of frustration. Opening wider as Sero thrusts, you catch his cock on the ridges of your throat, swallowing rapidly, you squeeze and release the tip of his dick. His fingers dig hard into your hair as he starts shaking, yanking your face into his body, he thrusts hard. Your tongue moves non-stop, coaxing him to orgasm. A large hand grabs your fingers wrapped around Kiri’s dick.
“Stop,” Bakugou unhooks your hand.
“Fuck! Bakugou, that felt fucking good.” Kiri catches his breath.
“Yeah? Too fucking good, you wanna be her bitch for a month?”
“No?” For a moment Eijiro isn’t really sure he cares.
“Sero!” He snaps, but he can see his jaw is slack as he thrusts into your mouth. His head tips back as he moans loudly. “Fuck! Sero!” Too late, Katsuki sees his eyes flutter as he pumps hard, his mouth working open and shut, gritting his teeth at the last moment.
Sucking hard, you’re rewarded as cum fills your mouth, hot and tangy, sliding down your throat and overflowing over your tongue, you grin as you pull back. Opening your mouth you turn to Katsuki, cum oozing down your lips, eyes twinkling, you hold up two fingers.
“Kaminari,” he yanks him to his feet. “Go back to the study, get her vibrating thing, it's on the table.”
Sitting up on your knees, you smile, “worried?” You try to keep a light teasing tone but your stomach clenches, if he uses the vibrator, you’re toast. Standing slowly you press yourself against him. “I guess you’re like all the others then?” Licking the cum from your lips slowly, you frown, “no one can ever get me off without that toy.” He squints at you, his eyes a fiery red. Grabbing your throat, he tightens his hand for a moment, you relax under his fingers. “Daddy,” you whisper hoarsely, “don’t hurt me,” his hand starts to cut off your airflow.
“Don’t fuck with me,” he snarls.
“Not yet,” you croak, winking as you look towards Kiri, “he’s next.”
“That’s right,” laughing harshly Katsuki releases your throat, “it’s his turn.” Slapping his friend on the shoulder he smiles. “Eijiro, time to use that big dick on our girl here and get her so cock drunk, she won’t know which end is fucking up.” Denki bursts through the door with your toy handing it to him. Palming the device, he puts it on the bookcase. “We’ll see how you like Kiri first,” he smirks knowingly. Pushing you roughly down again, his hand lands on your ass with a loud crack.
Pain sings across your skin as you jerk up, pushing you down again, his hand lands on your other ass cheek. Crying out you close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath.
“Those are fucking hot Bakugou,” Kiri fingers the perfect white hand prints outlined in red on each side of your ass.
“That’s right,” Katsuki settles himself in front of you, grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him. “Daddy’s in fucking charge now and our little girl is gonna cum so hard, she’ll paint your dick white Kiri.” Pointing, he nods at him, “no fucking mercy.” Grinning wide, Eijiro grabs your hips and pushes himself inside you in one thrust.
“F-f-f” you stutter as your pussy spreads wide, painfully full. Thrusting deeper he manages to hit your favorite spot. “N-No,” you stammer as he begins to fuck you hard.
“That’s it,” Bakugou feels your body letting go, your eyes are clouding over. “Look at me,” he locks eyes with you, “Now I know why I've always liked you,” he grins, “you’re such a cocky little slut, would’ve never guessed.” He laughs as your face begins to melt in pleasure. “You rattled me by taking two out at once, but Kiri’s gonna drill you now.”
FOCUS! Your brain is numb but your body responds, wiggling forwards you try finding Kiri’s rhythm, “so big,” you whisper.
“Where’re you going?” Kiri wraps his hands around your waist. “You’re not going anywhere slut,” pulling your body backwards, he relishes in the cries coming from you, your head jerking back at his merciless fucking.
“He's deep in there, huh, baby girl?” Bakugou slides his fingers into your mouth, “suck,” he hisses at you.
Nodding you wrap your lips around his hand, Kiri’s cock is pushing at building the climax at an unrelenting pace. Control! Control! your mind chants, your endless training takes over, you clamp hard with all your muscles at once to slow him down. Timing your squeezing with his thrusts, you begin milking his cock.
“Oh wow,” Kiri’s eyes grow wide, he’s struggling to thrust, stopping he begins to grind in deep instead, he gasps as your pussy begins sliding up and down his cock, starting at the base and moving upwards suckling the tip and back again.
“What?” Bakugou sees his pace change, he looks back at you. “What the fuck’re you doing?”
Tears gather in your eyes, Eijiro’s cock is making you want to forget and just get carried away by the orgasm that’s growing beyond anything you’ve ever felt. Moving your pussy furiously, you continue milking Kiri, your teeth biting down on Bakugou’s fingers still in your mouth.
Tugging his hand from your mouth, he sees the look on Kiri’s face, “don’t fucking cum!” He leaps up to grab him.
Your pussy stretches painfully as Kiri’s cock bulges, YES! Ignoring the pain you move faster, milking with speed now, no more slow strokes. Closing your eyes you work hard as the telltale twitching begins, his fingers gripping painfully into your hips. Katsuki yanks his hand from your mouth, but you’ve got him. Eijiro’s balls, pressed hard against you, start jerking as a loud grunt fills the room. More hot cum fills your pussy, gushing out, dribbling down your leg. Panting hard, you drop to your forearms, letting him go as you relax trying to breathe. “Three,” you can barely talk, you're so close to cumming yourself. You're tired, more than ever, you slide off his spent dick and fall to the floor, swiping at the sweat on your forehead. Your hips thrusting unconsciously as your body is begging for release.
Seeing the look on Bakugou’s face, Kiri grimaces as he sits back. “I’m - I’m sorry, that,” he puts a hand on your ass gently, “she’s,” he grows quiet.
“Fucking amazing,” Kiri moves back not making eye contact.
Staring down at you, Katsuki watches as your hips move, you’re close to cumming, closer than you probably think. Katsuki thinks for a moment, you obviously enjoyed Eijiro but you’d still managed to not orgasm, something has to take you over the edge. Lifting his head, he points to the door, “everyone get the fuck out.”
“Hell no!” Denki’s lounging in the chair debating if he should still try to video everything, he wants everyone to hurry up so he can feel your pussy again. “This is better than porn man!” The look that crosses the big blonde’s face makes him jump up. Grabbing his clothes he shoots out the door, “let me know if I’ve gotta fuck toy or if I’m the chump,” he laughs as he goes out the door. Kiri stands unsteadily eyeing Bakugou.
“You sure?” he picks up his pants and slides them on, “I can help-”
“What about her ass?” Sero sighs, he squats down running his hand up your back.
Turning you smile up at him laughing, “if he loses then I’ll still let you fuck my ass.” Sero glances up at his glowering friend.
Leaning closer he smiles conspiratorially, “he loves his balls to be played with, he’ll cum in an instant.” Jumping up, Sero races out the door.
“Damn idiot!” Katsuki roars.
You try to call out thanks but you’re too tired. Instead you turn back and smile at Bakugou, who’s glaring at Sero’s retreating body, “you and I alone?” You're not sure what he’s doing, but the few minutes rest has helped, you’ve caught your breath and managed to tamp down your orgasm as best as possible. Flipping over you catch sight of Katsuki standing over you, his body is powerfully built, you see bruises across his left thigh, probably from football. Your eyes drift to his cock, you wince inwardly, it’s stiff and almost as big as Kiri. “Are you sure you want to be with me by yourself?” You keep your voice confident but you’re worried, Kiri had you at the edge. Sero’s hint might help but considering how you’re feeling you’ll probably cum first. His hand extends towards you, taking it hesitantly, he pulls you to your feet and into his arms.
“You’re the one that slipped away a long time ago,” he kisses your cheek, moving to your ear.
“Am I?” you practically purr as he runs his tongue along the shell of your ear, teasing you.
“Why don’t I believe that?” You tip your head laughing softly. “Are you trying to seduce me into cumming?” His chuckle vibrates against your ear, sending a spray of chills down your arms.
His hands wander over your body, touching lightly, he nuzzles your neck feeling your pulse beating wildly. “I’ve wanted to explore your body for a long time.”
“You have?” Your voice hitches slightly, closing your eyes, his breath is warm as he kisses your neck, his tongue igniting every inch of skin he licks. You’ve wanted to hear and feel him for so long, his touch is maddening, you have to keep it impersonal. “Then fuck me,” you wrap your hand around his silky cock.
Gritting his teeth, he pulls you into a kiss, “not yet,” he sucks at your lips, “I want to check out this body first,” pushing you back on the bed, he hauls you up propping you against the pillows. His mouth works its way down your neck. Listening to your gasps and moans, he follows your sounds as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, nipping at your skin, his rough hands massaging your breasts. Dipping his head, he pulls your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking.
His hands on your body are too much, you can feel the throbbing tension returning fast, the taut ball tightening under your clit. “No,” you groan, his mouth sucks harder. Clamping your mouth shut you realize he’s reacting to your moans. Holding your breath, you try to keep yourself from making any noise. You try to focus on anything to keep from cumming but it’s just a matter of time, his mouth is stealing every thought from your head. You need him to hurry and just fuck you but even then you could be out of luck.
“That’s it,” Katsuki can see you can barely hold back anymore, you're trying to stay quiet but he can see you’re close. Smiling in his victory, he moves down between your legs, now for the final blow.
“No!” Jerking up, you buck your hips away from him.
“Hold still,” he grabs you tight, his tongue already swiping up your clit. “You taste like cum.” He lifts his head as you sit up grabbing his blonde spikes, your eyes wide.
“Please daddy,” you beg softly pulling out all the stops now, “just fuck me, isn’t that what this about? It’s me against you.” You see him contemplating what you’re proposing. Your exhaustion mixes into your broiling emotions, words start tumbling from your brain. “I - I never stopped liking you,” red eyes register surprise and something else. “I’ve been perfecting my technique for you, all of this time,” weaving your fingers into his hair, you tug, continuing your confession. “I’m really tired and,” you laugh, “close to cumming, so you’re probably gonna win, but let me show off a little bit of what I can do,” your brows raise pleadingly.
Watching you closely Katsuki can tell you’re not bullshitting, sitting up he presses your legs open. “Don’t worry (y/n), when you lose you can show me all your little tricks, I plan on using you everyday for the next month.”
Dragging his face to yours, you kiss him urgently, “fuck me then right now, please?” You moan in relief as he lines up to slide into you. Never have you wanted anyone so badly. Moving his cock along your pussy, he flicks the tip of his dick against your clit, sending your hips straight off the bed.
“Beg me again,” he pulls away from the kiss to watch you.
Looking into those blazing eyes, you realize he’s dancing on the precipice with you, both so fucking turned on you’re ready to explode. Look only at me, remembering his words, you hold his gaze. “Please, I want you, I want your cock in me daddy,” you squirm your hips but he slaps your thigh.
“Hold still then baby girl.” Sliding his hands under your ass he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath you. “Gives me the perfect angle for that right spot,” rearing back, he slams deep into you in one thrust. Pausing he closes his eyes, your tight, way fucking tighter than he expected, especially after Kiri’s big cock. Waiting expectantly, he doesn’t feel anything but your soft tight pussy. Licking his fingers he begins to rub your clit expertly.
His cock is so deep you convulse around him, “sh- fu-“ you stammer, the popping jolts under your clit start exploding, your walls clenching tight. You try to relax, calm down. Breathing deep, you use the fluttering of your building orgasm to work to your advantage. Creating a whip-like motion with every clench, you massage his cock from bottom to top, stopping to contract and suckle the tip buried deep inside. Licking your hand you reach down and gently clasp his balls at the same time. A low growl erupts from Katsuki, you feel him bulge inside your pussy. Your body erupts in a shuddering tremble. Bucking your hips you push into him harder. “Kat-”
“What the hell are you doing?” He cuts you off, voice raspy, he can’t focus, his finger stalls as you grip his cock with another incredible squeeze that slides up and feels like your pussy is sucking on his dick, grinding against you, he tries to thrust but the pleasure is overwhelming.
His face just inches above your own is stiff from holding back. Using the last of your strength you clamp around him and begin to twist his cock back and forth, continuing to pulse from base to tip.
“Sh-shit!” His head tips back as he feels the massive pull through his muscles, his balls jerking hard, grabbing your hips he drives hard as thick streams of cum drench your pussy, your cry surprises him as you rear back, body shaking. Falling to his forearms he watches as you writhe in pleasure, his fingers moving again on your clit, “that’s it baby,” he concedes his loss “cum for me.”
The orgasm hits so hard you cry out, your body clenches so tight as you’re feel a cramp snake down your calf, then the deep tremors roll through you, one after another, holding Katuski’s body tight, you press into his chest, his arm wraps around you, finger moving on your clit, his voice echoing in your ear. “Kat?” You look up dazed, completely drained, you sink back into the pillows. “Did I? Did I really win?”
“Uh, (y/n)?” Mina steps into your room, eyeing the clothes strewn on the bed.
“Oh hey Mina,” coming out of your bathroom you fasten your earring. “What’s up, I thought you were going out?”
“I was, but Ochako ended up having an extra spot in her family's cabin in the mountains and invited me up with everyone for the week and,” she pauses and points over her shoulder, “more importantly, why the fuck is half the football team in our living room?”
Giggling you pluck your jacket off the hanger, “it isn’t half the team Mina, just four of them.”
Eyebrows shoot up as she leans out your bedroom door and looks down the hallway. “Okay, why is Bakugou in our apartment?” She glares at you.
“When do you leave for the cabin?” you change the topic.
Blinking for a moment, she shakes her head, “them first.”
“We’re going out,” you shrug and slip past her. Grabbing your arm she spins you around.
“You are going out with all of them?”
“I sure am,” you smile, “just having dinner and maybe a movie. Denki wants to see some strange horror film they’re presenting on campus.”
“Why are you talking like this is no big deal?” She’s whispering loudly. A small cough in the living room interrupts her.
Patting her head, you push your finger on her lips, “because it is no big deal.” Turning around, you smile and walk down the hall as she cautiously follows you. "So," you look at her, "when are you going to the mountains?”
“You’re going somewhere?” Kaminari’s head pops up from looking at his phone.
“I am,” Mina slinks into the room. “I came to grab my bag and say goodbye.” She looks at Bakugou lounging on the sofa before eyeing you again, “can I really leave you alone with them?”
“You can,” pushing yourself between Sero and Katsuki, you run your hand along both their thighs. “We’re just hanging out, I promise.”
Huffing slightly, Mina grabs her suitcase and walks slowly to the front door, “okay, text me if you need anything,” squinting hard at each man, she thins her lips, “I mean anything.”
“See you,” you sigh as she leaves.
“Are you really alone all week?” Katsuki runs his finger along your cheek, he grins as you shiver.
“I guess I am, I didn’t realize she was going too,” Sero lifts you up and slides underneath you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“I’m hungry but we could just get delivery.”
Sitting down at your feet, Kiri nudges your legs apart, laying his head on one leg. “The movie doesn’t start for a couple of hours.”
“Wait, are we going to fool around first?” Denki jumps up, “I get to go first!”
“Fuck you, you went first last time, I go first,” Kiri pushes up your skirt, nipping at your tender skin.
“I don’t care when I go, but (y/n) promise me her ass,” Sero nuzzles your neck.
“Hold up,” Katsuki growls at them, keeping his hand pressed on your cheek, twisting his lips, he smirks slightly, “what do you want to do (y/n)?”
Laughing, you catch his hand and kiss his palm, “another bet?”
“No,” his red eyes catch fire, “no more bets, tonight, we’re gonna make you cum.”
“Really?” Your eyes widen.
“Really,” Sero chimes in with Katsuki.
Kiri’s licks your leg, “absolutely.”
“How many times?” Your voice is hesitant.
Coming up behind you on the sofa, Denki kisses the back of your neck, a thrill slides down your spine. “How many times do you want to cum?”
“Ten,” you blush a deep red, “please, I want to cum ten times.”
“Whatever you say,” pulling you into a deep kiss, Katsuki begins to slide your jacket off your shoulders.
