☆Shigaraki's Cumdump☆

“Someone’s clever. And you must be his sister.” He’s now in your space, closer than he needed to be. It’s hard to carry on the conversation when you’re blushing like a teenager with a crush. 

You nod, looking back to your house. Shinsou is in the window watching the conversation go down, and you can tell he’s not pleased by the scowl on his partly obscured face. 

“Let me walk you in,” you offer.

“What a doll.” Monoma says, holding his hand out, “after you, then.” 

You didn’t even make it past the driveway before you were back inside, taking your shoes off and joining Shinsou in the living room. 

“Back already?” 

“Shut up.” You whisper, shooting him a glare. 

“You never told me she was your sister, man.” Monoma says as he enters the room. 

“Do you two know each other?” 

“Just online,” he replies, “didn’t think I'd get to meet the cutie this soon.” You chuckle at his words, gaze fixed on the floor. 

“Should we get started, then?” Shinsou asks. 

“Oh, what were you guys gunna do?”

“You.” He states plainly and coldly, with that look in his eyes that sends a shiver up your spine. 

Before you could think any further, Shinsou grabs your wrist and is pulling you upstairs with his friend following suit. 

“W-Wait, Shinsou, slow down!” Your breath is hurried, heart rate increasing as he pushes your bedroom door open and shoves you to the bed. He looms over you, caging you in. 

“Are you gunna behave for us?” 

“I, what, no! Shin, I’m not having sex with you, are you crazy?!” 

“What’s with the purity act? Just the other day you were screaming my name, begging me to let you cum. Where’s that little slut now?” He laughs. Your face is beet red, eyes darting between your brother and Monoma. 

“Don’t worry, he already knows how filthy you are. Why else do you think I invited him over?”

You weren’t thinking. Didn’t want to. Thinking was too much right now. Shinsou taps your cheek with his hand, snapping you back to reality. He grabs your waist and hoists you up to straddle him as he lies back on the bed. His grip is so strong, there’s no getting out. 

Monoma steps closer, leaning over the bother of you. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, his hands sliding up around your chest, each hand grabbing a handful of you. A gasp leaves your parted lips as he squeezes your tits, hands rough and greedy. Shinsou grinds up into you, grabbing your attention. 

“Eyes on me.” His hands shift to your inner thighs, thumb brushing teasingly close to your clothed cunt. 

“How about we take this off?” Monoma suggests, hands grabbing the collar of your shirt. He rips the shirt in half, exposing your chest to the cold air. It falls off your shoulders, and he helps unclip your bra just as quickly. Shinsou lifts his hips enough to pull his pants and boxers down, sitting you back on his erect cock. His hands guide your hips to absentmindedly grind down on him, a tiny whine leaving your mouth. 

“Be loud, baby. I want you to put on a show for your new friend.” 

Monoma’s hands roam your body, his touch is nothing short of hurried and needy. He slaps his palm on your ass, relishing in the gasp you let out. 

“Monoma, it hurts..” you cry, body confused from the mix of pain and pleasure. 

“Good,” he says, “I want to see how far we can push you until this body breaks. I want to see you so cockdrunk that you don’t even know who’s doing what to you.” 

His words were crass, just like Shinsou’s. No wonder they were friends. 

“I don’t think I told you to stop grinding, princess.” Shinsou warns. You buck into him, heat pooling in your core. You’re sure he can feel the wet spot on your panties. Shinsou’s thumb circles your clit, pressing the sensitive nub just the way you like it. 

“Toshi..” you whimper, “just, can we-” 

“C’mon, pretty, use those words,” Monoma encourages behind you. 

“Need you..” 

“Hm? What was that?”

“Need you, Toshi. Please, use me.” 

“Aw, the little baby needs me? Needs me where, hm?” 

You groan, head falling back to Monoma’s shoulder. He kisses your temple and brushes your hair back, taking a handful of it in his grip. His other hand comes around your throat, squeezing ever so lightly. 

“I think this little slut wants us to fill her holes. Would you like that, slut?” He nods your head for you before you get to answer. 

“What a good girl,” he chuckles, placing another kiss on your head. 

Shinsou slides your shorts and panties to the side and lifts you up before lining his cock up to your hole. 

“You’re dripping, fuck..” he groans, sliding the tip in. You grind your hips down, sinking another inch. 

Monoma releases your throat to pull his pants down, exposing himself. His hand slides back down to your ass and you feel his finger prod your hole. You inhale sharply, holes clenched. 

“Relax, baby. I’ll go slow, I promise.” He rims your asshole before spitting on his finger. He slides it in, whispering praises in your ear of how well you’re taking it. Shinsou, meanwhile, is unforgiving as he sinks you all the way down on his cock, wasting no time in thrusting back up into you.

Monoma adds another finger, stretching you out more. He scissors them back and forth, cock growing harder as he feels how tight you are around just his fingers. 

“So fucking tight back here. Shinsou’s never touched this hole, has he?” 

“She always whines like a little bitch when I try. You’re being so obedient now, aren’t you, slut?” 

You cry out, matching Shinsou’s pace as you bounce on him, stomach tightening every time his tip rams into your g-spot. Monoma’s cock is rubbing against your ass, his self control wavering as he preps you. When he takes his fingers out, you snap your head back at the empty feeling, eyes wide and begging.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fill ya back up.” He laughs, lining his cock up to your ass. His hand comes to the small of your back, pushing you towards Shinsou. Shinsou grabs the back of your head and forces you into a kiss, his tongue darting out to invade your mouth. Broken moans are swallowed up by him, followed by groans of his own that he can’t hold back. Monoma slowly sinks himself into you and your body jolts away, pain shooting through you.

“Shh, sh, I know it hurts. It’ll hurt more if you don’t let me do this.” 

You try your best to relax, focusing on how good Shinsou feels with every thrust he gives you. He bites your lip, his hand coming to your jaw. 

“You’re being such a good girl for nii-san and Noma..” he whispers. 

“Ngh, jus shove it in.” you pant impatiently. 

“You don’t want that, doll,” he warns.

“Do it! Just need to be full…” 

“Not full enough with just me?’ Shinsou asks, his grip on your jaw tightening. Monoma thrusts his hips forward, his cock now fully in your ass. The scream you let out was porn-like, matched with his groans behind you. The feeling was too much to describe. Shinsou’s cock brushed up against your g-spot while Monoma was pushing back; so full it felt like they were fucking the same hole. When he started moving, the difference in pace was numbing. Shinsou kept up his brutal pace while his friend took you slow, dragging the head of his cock nearly fully out before slamming back in. You could feel yourself working up to an orgasm quickly. 

“Please, it feels so good!” you beg, hands gripping the sheets for dear life. 

“What a dirty girl,” Monoma tsks, spreading your ass and lifting his leg to go deeper. 

Shinsou was panting underneath you, biting his lip to hold back any noises that threatened to spill out of him. 

“Shit, Y/N, this cunt’s driving me crazy,” he says through bated breath. Schlick sounds from your cunt filled the room, accompanied by the men's heavy breathing and grunts. 

You couldn’t help the moan that came out when Shinsou’s hand came back down to pinch your clit, rubbing it between his fingers. 

“Nii-san, ‘s too much! Gunna cum soon!” 

“That’s it, baby, let go for me. Show Monoma how pretty you look when you cream around my cock.” He bucks up into you faster, eyes locked onto yours. 

“Shit, keep doing that. She gets tighter back here every time you do.” 

“You making Noma feel good, hm?” 

“Yea, want him to feel good, to cum in me.” You whine. 

“What a good little thing.. You want your big brother to cum inside this tight hole, too?” 

“Ngh, fuck, I don’t care, just need you!” You cry, collapsing on his chest as the two men use you. 

“Cum for me, baby, I know you need to. Let’s cum together,” Shinsou tells you. As if waiting for permission, your orgasm crashes over you, walls fluttering around his cock. Tears prick your eyes as they fuck you through it, Shinsou’s hips stalling as he releases inside. 

“Fuck, you sound so good..” Monoma groans. His hands grip your hips, angling you towards him better as he thrusts into your asshole.

“Shit, doll, I’m gunna cum in this tight ass, make sure you’re leaking out of every hole.” Monoma keeps up his pace as he finishes, his fingers leaving marks on your waist as he shoots his load. Shinsou’s praise falls on deaf ears as your eyes flutter shut, body overwhelmed by it all. 

“You did so good for us, sis, such a good girl.” 

“Can’t get enough of you, fuck,” Monoma pants. He pulls out slowly, spreading your ass to watch his cum drip out and onto the bed. Shinsou helps you off of him, laying you on your back, legs spread to display their handiwork. 

“I’ll go get a towel. You just lay there and look pretty for Noma, yeah?” 

You nod weakly, eyes shifting between the two with a fucked out smile on your face. When Shinsou returns, he helps clean you up, the warm towel carefully wiping the mess away. “C’mere, let’s run you a bath.” Shinsou holds his arms out for you. You get up and fall into them, letting him carry you away into the bathroom, his friend long forgotten as you slip into your usual routine.

Eijiro always reminded you of how much his family loved you, but actually being included and asked about warmed your heart. 

“After dinner, want to help me bake cookies?”

“Of course, Mrs. Kirishima, I would love to,” you smile. 

The kitchen was small, but homey, with plants adorning the windowsill and matching hand towels hanging from any handle they could. With the dough separated and colored, you got to work cutting cookies out in fun shapes. You made one special for Eijiro, a red, heart shaped chocolate chip- his favorite. 

The fresh smell of cookies wafted through the house as the oven door opened. Chocolate chip, peanut butter, and oatmeal cookies littered the countertops, begging to be eaten. 

“Hey, love, what kind of cookies do you want, and how many?”

No response. You asked again, and were met with more silence. You go stand in the doorway to the living room as you see what’s kept Eijiro from responding. There’s some news report on tv about a villain outbreak downtown and you can see the glint in his eyes. He wants to go help. 

“Eijiro,” you begin again, “what kind of cookie do you want? Hero work can wait.” 

The third question snapped him out of it. He turns to you and sighs before standing, meeting you in the doorway. 

“Whatever kind, hun, it’s fine.” His smile is gentle, but there’s a radiation of stress beginning to flow off him. 

You hear Eijiro’s mom gasp from the kitchen with a mischievous smile on her face.

“What, Mrs. Kirishima?” 

“Oh, nothing nothing. Just the decoration, is all.” The decoration? Other family members have started “oo-ing” and pointing, and your brow raised in confusion. Eijiro looks up, huffing as he taps your shoulder. You follow his gaze and notice the ball of mistletoe above your heads, gently swinging from the draft. Your face goes red when you realize the whole family is staring at you and Eijiro. 

“C’mon guys, we’re not children,” he rolls his eyes playfully. You look back at him, holding your breath, unsure if you should actually kiss in front of his whole family. Sure, you’d been dating for years, but you still admired privacy for intimate moments. You grab his arm to haul him off to the kitchen but he holds his ground. His hand comes up to your cheek and his thumb caresses you. The heat is growing as he leans in and winks before placing a tender kiss on your lips. You can feel the stress leave his body as he melts into you. His family “aww’s” as if it were the first time seeing you both kiss. For them, maybe it was. You quickly shuffle back into the kitchen to grab him his cookies, face as red as Rudolph’s nose. 

“The two of you are just too cute,” Eijiro’s mother coos. 

“Yeah yeah,” you chuckle, “he’s the best boyfriend in the world.” The grin on your face holds as you bring Eijiro an assortment of cookies. He pulls you into his lap on the couch, eyes glued back on the tv. 

“Hey now, don’t get too comfortable in front of everyone,” his mom states as she enters the living room. Eijiro quickly pushes you off his lap onto the couch beside him. As much as he loved you, he was still a kid at heart, not wanting to be lectured by his mother.

Shouta ate like a starved man, never giving you a moment of rest. This was his happy place- right beneath you, letting you grind against him like a pillow. His eyes were blown out every time you looked down at him, cheeks flushed red and coated with your juices. 

“Please, Shouta, need it so bad!” You cry, lip tutted out in a pout.

“C’mon baby, be good and keep using my face..” He rasped, his hands harshly gripping your ass. All you could hear was the squelching of your juices as his tongue continued lapping them up. Shouta was hard as a rock behind you, hips bucking up into the air in a desperate attempt to feel something relieving. He reached up to grab your hand and guided it back on his bulge, helping to pleasure himself with your hand. You took over, body twisted as you palmed him. 

His other hand drags your hips down harder against his mouth, silently begging for you to gush around him. 

“Keep going, kitten, I love it when you make those pretty sounds for me,” he praised, “is daddy making you feel good?” 

You nod, whining out “yes’s” repeatedly as your eyes screw shut in pleasure. 

“Good, so good, daddy!” 

“That’s my good girl… Need to taste you, need you to gush around my tongue, baby.” He’s pleading at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel his pretty girl please herself on his face. 

You were close and frustrated that you couldn’t get over the edge. Shouta’s tongue dipped inside of you as he groaned against your clit, sending vibrations running through you. You clenched around him, earning another loud groan from the man. His cock is pulsing under your hand, letting you know what’s waiting for you after this. Your thighs are shaking as he playfully nibbles on your clit, the slight pain making you see stars. 

“Ngh, please, can I cum?”

The fact that you were so sweet, so polite to him, asking his permission made him growl against you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge before he allowed it.

“Cum for me, pretty girl, make a mess on my face.” 

With that, you can’t help but freeze, your body overwhelmed with pleasure as your thighs shake. You let go, mumbling “thank you” as you grind against him, riding out your high. You cry out his name in broken sentences, moans and pants splitting up your words. 

But he doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps flicking up and down your clit, teasing you while you become overstimulated. 

“Sho, it’s too much!” you whine, using your hands to push yourself up and off of him. His arms swing around both of your thighs, forcing you in place.

“Oh no you don’t, baby. You’re done when I say you’re done.” He grunts, eyes piercing as he warns you. A high pitched sigh leaves your lips as you jerk around above him. Each additional lick coils up that feeling deep inside of you, threatening to take you over the edge again. No matter how much you cry out and writhe, he keeps you locked in place. 

“Look what you do to me. Making me act like a pussy-starved man..” he tsks, “you’re going to squirt on my face, ‘kay baby?” 

“W-What? No, I can’t!” you whine, hands gripping his hair, fumbling around for any opening to get up and take a break, if only for a second. 

“You can and you will.” He cheeks hollow as you sucks on your clit. The pressure is too much, too good, and you throw your head back, tears pricking your eyes. 

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised, watching you as you lost yourself around him again. 

“‘M sorry, just feels too good!” you cry as you feel hot juices leak out, wetting his face and your inner thighs. Shouta was in heaven, slurping up everything you would give him sloppily. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving crescent marks as he pulled you closer. 

When your body finally slumped over, he held you close, whispering sweet praises in your ear, always making sure you knew how good of a girl you were for him.

You worked a shift from hell today and decided to walk to work since you only lived a mile away. Now that you’re miserable and tired, you are regretting that choice. On top of that, it was raining. 

“Just great.” You sigh, pulling your jacket over your head before running out of the office building. You needed an umbrella if you were going to walk back home tonight, so you ran to the nearest convenient store to find shelter for a minute. 

The whimsical chime of the door bell goes off when you open the doors, signaling to the nonexistent cashier that a customer came in. Looking around, it was empty in here, with gentle music playing quietly over the speaker. You took a seat by the windows and watched as the rain poured down. 

“Need help with anything, sweet girl?” You heard a loud voice ask behind you. You nearly jump out of the seat as you turn, noticing a man with blonde hair and a uniform glancing your way. 

“Uh, y-yeah. Do you sell any umbrellas?” 

“Nah, we don’t have anything like that.” 

Turning your head, you look at the empty umbrella wrack by the door and sigh, feeling defeated. 

“Denki!” The man yells, “look in the back for umbrellas!” 

“Oh no! Really, it’s okay, don’t stress yourself..” You reassured. 

“I insist, short stack. Wouldn’t want a pretty thing like you catchin’ cold.” Smiling kindly, you thank the man and wait for his coworker to emerge. 

“We don’t have any in the back, Baku-” his friend stops short when his eyes meet yours. You can feel his gaze as he looks you up and down, “sorry, ma’am. I might have my own, if you wanted to take that one.” 

“No, no, I couldn’t!” You chuckle, standing. At this point both men are standing in front of you, blocking your way. You hear the door in the back swing open again, and see another man come around the corner. He has dark hair and a lean build, accompanied with a sly smirk on his face. 

“Sorry, I should get going, I’ve had a long day.” you say, keeping your eyes fixated on the ground.

“We can’t let you do that just yet, darling,” the dark haired man replies, “at least wait until the rain has died down.” 

You feel your breath catch in the back of your throat. These situations are ones you read about online, where a woman was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The best thing to do was not be too pushy, and just listen to what they said. So, you stumble back to the seat behind you and sit. 

“Whatcha doing out so late anyways?” The second man asked- Denki, the first said his name was. 

“Just heading home from work.” you replied shortly. 

“Shit luck ya got. It just started raining not even an hour ago,” the first blonde huffed. 

“Yeah, it stinks,” you brushed your hair out of your face, “but a little water never hurt anyone.” 

As you continue this awkward and terrifying conversation, you hear the jingle of the main door open, and relief fills your senses. With another customer here, you’d have time to leave and run home. 

“Eijiro, finally,” the blonde exclaims, “lock it, we’re about closed for the night.” 

“Sure thing, Bakugo!” the buff, red haired man states. He locks the door and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. 

“I really should get going, guys..” You stand again and try to push your way past them. 

“Not so fast, pretty girl,” Bakugo holds a hand up to your shoulder, “I told ya you’re staying until the rain’s let up. Do those ears o’ yours not work?” The annoyance in his voice was apparent now, and the other men even took a step back from you. 

“Besides, I just got here and I haven’t even met the pretty toy we found tonight yet,” Eijiro says, joining you and the others by the seats. 

“I’m F/N..” you say, giving them a fake name. 

“F/N, huh? That name doesn’t really suit a face like yours..” The dark haired man leans in again, snatching your purse off your arm.

“Hey!” You go to grab it back, but Bakugo catches your arm and pulls it behind you. He forces his chest against your back and holds you in place, his hot breath fanning over your temple. His friend rummages through your bag and pulls out your ID.

“Y/N L/N. But you said your name was F/N?” Your face goes red. You’re at a loss for words, not sure what to do or say next. 

“Is little miss Y/N scared of us? Scared we’ll follow ya home?” Eijiro chuckles, coming to stand in front of you. His hand grabs your chin and tilts your head up. His face is soft, but his eyes tell a different story. You open your mouth but quickly close it, too scared to speak. 

“Cat got your tongue, honey?” Denki asks. You can feel his hand come around your waist, giving you a squeeze. You let out a shaky whine, arms aching from being forced behind your back. 

“We just want to have some fun,” Bakugo whispers in your ear, his grip loosening a bit to spin you around to face him, “won’t you let us?” 

“N-No, please.. Please just let me go.” tears fill your lashline as the gravity of the situation sinks in. 

“Let us have a few minutes, I promise we won’t hurt you.” Eijiro says as he grabs your hair, pulling gently at the base. 

“Sero, Eiji, grab her so I can take these pants off.” Bakugo commands. You thrash around in their hold, but to no avail. Both men have a tight hold on your upper body, nearly lifting you into the air. Bakugo grabs at the waistband of your pants and shoves them down, his nails leaving bright red lines on your thighs. 

“She even has pretty panties on for us!” Denki says, dropping to his knees to be eye level with your waist. You can feel his warm hands grope your thigh, grabbing the flesh and squeezing before letting go and watching it jiggle. You can’t help but let your tears fall, eyesight becoming blurry. Kirishima switches his grip, his large hands cupping your tits, massaging them roughly. He brushes his fingers over your nipples, laughing when they pebble up under his touch. 

“Is someone liking this?” Sero teases from behind as he thrusts his groin into your ass. All you can do is sob in return, any weak attempts to pry yourself away get stopped by the several hands on you. Bakugo can’t help but bite down on his lip as he cups your clothed cunt, working his fingers back and forth along your clit. 

“I wanna ruin this pretty lace, make a mess o’ ya,” Bakugo says, “I want that makeup running down your face when we’re done.” He slaps your clit harshly, a smirk growing when he sees you wince. 

“Be nice to the sweet girl, Bakugo,” Sero says, “I’m sure she’s nervous.. You ever take four men before, doll?”

“He asked you a question.” Denki adds. His hand comes down harshly on your ass and you swear there was a jolt behind the slap. 

“No, never!” You wail. 

“That’s okay, baby, let us show you how much fun it can be.” Kirishima mumbles. He lets you go and you struggle to find your balance. He grabs a stool and places it behind you. Bakugo works to turn you around and bend you over it while Denki’s hands sneak in to rip your panties off. The cold air hits your cunt and makes you squeeze around nothing. You’re eye level with two of the men’s cocks, and you can see the way they twitch in their pants, begging to be released. Bakugo is ten steps ahead of them, as he already freed his cock and was grinding it against your backside, the tip catching along your folds. 

“I don’t.. I don’t want this. Please, stop!” 

“Can someone shut her up already? Her crying’s turning me off.” Denki scoffs. 

Kirishima unzips his pants and pulls out his dick, stroking it a few times before slapping it against your cheek. 

“Now if you bite, we’re gunna have an issue. Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He asks, his hand forcing your head to bob up and down, “good girl.” As he smiles, you can see his razor sharp teeth gleam under the fluorescent lights. The pre from his tip acts as lipgloss as he brushes himself against your mouth, waiting for you to open it. You comply, not like his grip would let you do anything else. When he enters, he thrusts to the back of your throat and lets out a groan. 

“Fuck your throat’s tight..” Kirishima’s head was thrown back in pleasure while his hand moved to your hair, finding a fistful of it before forcing your head to move along his length. 

There wasn’t much time to focus on the feeling of choking when Bakugo bucked his hips, making his tip breach your entrance. He stayed there for a moment, teasing your cunt with just the tip. He felt the way you clenched around him as if you were silently begging for more. Sero and Denki watched in awe as their friends used both your holes synchronously. Sero was palming himself through his pants and Denki finally stood again, rushing to take his pants off. Once his cock was freed, he grabbed your limp arm and helped hold your hand around his length, guiding you to jerk him off slowly. It was all too much. Too many hands and too many sensations overtaking your senses. The violation felt dirty and sick, but Bakugo’s teasing was making you ache. The gentle sway of your body from Kirishima forcing you on his length helped to push you further back on Bakgugo, his length filling you up slowly before he finally bottomed out inside of your cunt, holding your hips there for a moment. 

“Shit, this pussy’s tight.. Almost like you want this, sick slut.” He laughs. You try protesting, but the words turn into moans and vibrations around Kirishima, and it’s almost too much for him. 

“Damn, baby, stay quiet, your throat tightens the more you try talking..” 

“Tch, too much for you?” Sero scoffs, pushing him to the side. The sudden emptiness allowed you time to cough and catch your breath. But not for long, as Sero took the same spot in front of you, forcing his cock down your throat. He thrusted his hips into your face, petting your hair as he used you. Kirishima took a step back, jerking himself off to the sight. Bakugo raises a leg, allowing himself to hit deeper inside you. You can feel every vein along his cock as he slams your g-spot repeatedly. The sounds of heavy breathing and squelching fill the empty store, and the buzz of the overhead lighting is long forgotten. 

“Knew you liked this, you’re fuckin’ soaked!” Bakugo laughs, slapping your ass roughly. Denki is mumbling a mix of praise and degradation at you as you continue working your hand along his length. Kirishima joins in again, grabbing your other hand to repeat the action. Sero’s abs are tightening as his grinds become unrhythmic, his fingers dancing around in your hair to get a good grip. You can’t help but whine around his cock, your face dark red as you nearly pass out.

“Ah ah, be good and keep sucking, m’ so close, Y/N..” He begs, breath hitched as his hips finally still. You feel his cum shoot down your throat, which makes you reel. You can feel the bile rising as he pulls out of you, snot, tears, and spit littering your face and falling to the ground. Sero slumps back to collect himself while Denki finally leaves your side and joins Bakugo in the back. 

“I aint fucking moving so you better go back to using her hand!” He spits. 

“She has another hole, don’t worry,” Denki replies. He shoves Bakugo’s leg down and then lifts his, getting above and in between Bakugo as he lines himself up to your asshole. He spits a glob and watches as it falls, acting as lube before he works his way in. You scream, everything tightening up as you try denying him entry.

“Shh, shh, baby, I know..” Kirishima coos, “we’ll be done soon, promise.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. Your hand has gone limp at this point, but Kirishima understands. Continuing where you left off, he stands in front of you and jerks off at the pace Bakugo is fucking you. 

“Fuck, I can feel your cock inside of her,” Denki says through bated breaths. 

“She can barely take the both of us, dipshit. You’re gunna rip her.” 

“Ngh, god, it’s too much!” you groan. 

“You’re doing so good though, sweets,” Bakugo reassures, “‘M close anyways, you gunna let me fill ya up?”

You shake your head, knowing your answer won’t change anything. 

“That’s too bad, baby, cuz you jus’ feel so good I don’t think I can pull out..” He moans, head thrown back as his pace becomes more erratic and fast. You can’t even tell when he’s coming apart from his tiny groans, his pace never faltering as he rides out his high. Denki doesn’t last much longer when he feels you clench again, your ass tighter than anything he’s ever felt. 

“Shit shit, gunna cum, Y/N!” Denki pulls out quickly, fisting himself as he pushes down the small of your back. His hot cum paints ropes against your sweaty skin, and he rubs it around, making a mess of you. Kirishima has been nearly silent, eyes closed as he focuses on his own pleasure. His hand is gripping your chin and forcing your head to look up. When he finally opens his eyes to see your messy, tear filled face, he can’t control himself. He apologizes as he shoots his load all over your face, the cum mixing with the other liquids that dirty you. All of the men are standing in front of you now, either taking pictures or degrading you. Kirishima and Denki are the only two that help you find your clothes and get you dressed after the fact. 

“You were such a good girl for us. And look! The rain stopped!” Kirishima says, a bright smile on his face. 

You can’t even speak, can’t look them in the eyes. You pick yourself up despite the soreness and humiliation, and push the door of the convenient store open, hearing that familiar jingle again. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Winter always puts Dabi in a weird mood. He asked you to stick around more, clung to you when you tried leaving, and you found yourself cuddled up in his bed late into the morning with no signs of leaving. And every morning after, without a doubt, Shigaraki would be in the kitchen making breakfast for you.

It started as a nice gesture for you and Dabi, but now it’s transformed into a, “special breakfast,” just for you. Shigaraki would swat Dabi’s hand away if he tried stealing a pancake, and would get angry when called out on it. 

And every morning you thanked him with a smile, because the gesture was nice, and Dabi would certainly never do something like this for you. He was there when you needed him physically- or rather, the other way around. Dabi took everything he could get. He was greedy, and you knew that. But it was hard to distance yourself when he always found his way back to you. Dating someone else wasn’t really another option, with the way Dabi lurked behind you when in public, or dominated your social media as the, “mystery guy,” in the background. 

When you asked him what the two of you were, he scoffed.

“Whatdya mean, ‘what are we?’ Don’t think too hard, it’ll hurt you.” The question was always dismissed with some teasing remark, so after a while, you took his advice and just stopped thinking about it. It didn’t matter what you two were. He was around, and you were there for him. 

Shigaraki was there, too. 

He got more comfortable with you the more you were around. Taking a step closer to brush shoulders, leaning in more when you all sat on the couch, and always finding small things to do for you. Truth be told he was tired of doing all these boyfriend-y things without the label, but he knew that wasn’t possible. So he opted for making you breakfasts in the morning and robbing stores when you mentioned items you needed in passing. The smile on your face was always worth it. 

“The pancakes taste different today, Shig. Did you switch the recipe?”

“Added a secret ingredient,” he muttered from the kitchen.

“Hmm.. syrup in the batter?”

“The point of a secret is that you don’t know,” he laughs. You groan and roll your eyes dramatically, cutting up the pancake to take another bite. 

You sneak up behind him once you’re finished, leaning around his torso to put the plate in the sink, “well whatever it was, it made them taste amazing!” Your closeness had Shigaraki’s cheeks a light pink, a small smirk accompanying them on his face. 

“Yeah yeah, I’ll keep adding it, then.” 

You disappeared into Dabi’s room, and Shigaraki nearly slumped over at your compliment. He didn’t expect his cum to make the pancakes change in taste, but at least you didn’t complain. Hurrying back to his room, he sank into his desk chair and hurriedly pulled his cock free. The tip was angry and red from watching you eat his cum none the wiser. The thrill of forcing you to taste him made him harder than it should, and once he finally gripped his cock he nearly came right then and there. Small gasps left his mouth as he bucked up into his hand, replaying the sight in his mind. He bit his lip to muffle his groans, his stomach tensing as the pleasure grew. 

“Fuck.. take my cum, bitch..” he whined, standing to lean over his desk as he continued thrusting into his fist. He angled himself like you were underneath him, sucking him dry. 

His fist would grab your hair as he pulled you up and down on his length, your tiny sobs and gags filling the room. Head thrown back, Shigaraki’s free hand reaches over to feel the bulge in your throat, chuckling when he feels himself being pulled against the inside of your walls. 

“Take it like the good girl you are, so fucking good..” Your tiny hands placed on his thighs as you weakly attempt to push him back for some air before he stills and shoots his load down your throat. 

“Shit, c-cumming, Y/N!” 

Shigaraki cums all over his rug, sweat beading on his forehead as he snaps out of his fantasy, cock becoming more sensitive as he rides out his high. After he cleans up, he can hear your voice from the other side of the wall, talking about some nonsense with his roommate. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hangouts were always at Dabi’s. He made that clear. And that was fine, apart from the roommate he had. He wasn’t bad, just quiet. Quiet yet always around. 

You first noticed him several weeks into hanging out at Dabi’s. He mentioned his roommate but his door was always closed so you never got to see the man in all his glory. Until he shuffled out of his room when you and Dabi were making dinner one night. 

His roommate nearly froze when you looked at him. 

“H-Hello!” your smile beamed, cutting through the shadow his shaggy hair threw across his face. A head nod was all you got in return. 

The next time you saw him, you were coming in and taking your shoes off. He was on the couch in the dark living room, face illuminated by the tv as he played some video game. 

“Hello!” You chirped. 

“Huh?”

“Hello? I said?”

“Oh, hey.” His voice was shaky, matching his visuals perfectly. 

“I never asked your name.”

“Shigaraki.” he stated bluntly before putting his headphone back over his ear. 

Again, he wasn’t a bad roommate- just quiet. The few times you suggested inviting Shigaraki in your activities, Dabi rejected the idea. Said he’d say no anyways, there was no point. But the more you hung around the apartment, the more you saw him. Lingering. Far away enough that conversation would be awkward, but close enough that you could have sworn he was looking at you. Did he want to say something? Was he nervous? 

Shigaraki wasn’t nervous. He was intrigued. He just didn’t know how to show it. It’s not like you were his friend, and Dabi could be the aggressive type, so he didn’t bother trying to get close to you. But man was he interested. 

His nights consisted of putting his ear up to their shared wall to catch a muffled version of your laugh. He would deliberately come out of his room if he heard Dabi’s door open only to slam his shut if he saw Dabi instead of you walking out. The few small interactions you have had with him fueled him for days. Shigaraki would pump his cock to the memory of your smile, voice, anything. And it only got worse. One night when you decided to stay over, he swore he heard a moan come from Dabi’s room when you two were supposed to be asleep. While he was seething with jealousy, he couldn’t help but get hard. That small moan made him finish at least 5 times, his mind imagining you in every position he’s ever wanted to try. You riding him so he could stare at your blissed out face, hitting it from the back so he could watch your ass jiggle, his mind thought of it all. 

The next morning, Shigaraki was already out in the kitchen making food for everyone.

“Since when did you cook?” Dabi huffs.

“You had a guest, figured I’d do something nice.” 

“You made a few eggs and toast. Real fancy, Shigs.” 

“Dabi, stop it,” you slap his arm, “that was very nice of you Shigaraki, thank you.” You smile, stealing a piece of bacon as you walk by. Shigaraki just grunts as you do so, lowering his face so his hair hides his red cheeks. You missed the sharp inhale he took as you passed by, but he could feel himself growing in his pants when he caught a whiff of your vanilla perfume and sex that you had yet to shower off. 

“Going to shower! Use the bathroom now or forever hold your peace,” you chuckled as you slid into the bathroom. 

Dabi ignored you, taking a piece of toast and disappearing back into his room. Shigaraki, on the other hand, had another idea in mind. 

Once he heard the shower turn on, he made his way to the bathroom door, ear pressed against it. He could hear the fall of your clothes as you stripped and the shower curtain being pulled back. After about five minutes, he carefully turned the handle and opened the door, peeking inside before fully entering. He was quick to swipe your panties, pocketing them before making his exit. He was held up in his room for the remainder of the day. He didn’t care that you’d notice them missing, either. Maybe that meant you’d knock on his door and accuse him. Come on in, let him help you find them. He promised he would never, and he seems so nice- he made you breakfast, remember? 

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Midoriya: The night was getting hot, which led to you both panting with your clothes off in his bed, you on top.

“You look so pretty on top of me, baby..” He grunts, helping you line himself up. As you sink down on his cock, you chant three simultaneously, “thank you, thank you, thank you’s.”

You can barely contain your dumb laughter as you await his reaction.

“Y-You’re welcome?” Izuku gives you a small, confused chuckle. His reaction wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for, but you can’t blame him for not knowing the reference. 

Bakugo: As you started to sink down on his dick, you chuckled as you muttered the repeated phrase. 

“The fuck?” He holds your hips in place, not allowing you to move. You notice that all too familiar grimace on his face as he rolls his eyes. 

“What?”

“This some online shit?” He spews, his hands push you off of him.

“I just thought it would be funny, Kats.” You giggle.

“We’re not doin’ this shit.” He pulls you fully off of his lap.

“Wait, baby-” “Nope.” You can see his cock, still fully hard, being shoved back into his boxers. His face is not amused. It would take a lot of kisses to persuade him back in the bedroom tonight. 

Kirishima: As Eijiro holds you in place, hovering above him, you say the dumb meme that’s been plaguing your mind.

“Thank you thank you thank you,” as you sink down and bounce on his cock.

“You’re welcome, baby.” the reference goes completely over his head, but he’s guiding your hips all the same. He takes your phrase as a genuine thank you, grunting as he forces you to bounce on his cock again. 

“Eijiro.. That was-”

“Shh, baby, you feel so good, my good girl…” 

The reference went over his head but he’d still make sure to make you feel good by the end of the night.

Denki: You started the night like normal. You gave your loving boyfriend a blowjob, handjob, and he did his fair share of teasing to you, too. When you finally sank down on his cock, everything was typical. You moaned Denki’s name and he groaned back, his grip tight on your hips. You couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face the more you thought about saying that dumb meme.

“What is it, babe?” He chuckles as he notices your expression. You couldn’t hide it any longer and muttered the phrase through giggles.

“For real?” He laughs with you, not being able to contain his poor humor, even during sensual times with you. 

“You’re welcome, welcome, welcome, hun. Now ride this dick like you mean it. Put on a show for me, maybe we can record our own version for the internet?” 

Aizawa: You had been riding him for a while now, at the slow pace you know he loves. Shouta had an ironclad grip on your hips, helping to guide you up and down on his member. Through moans and whines that filled the room, you blurted out the meme.

“What is this? Some internet trend I don’t know about?”

You giggle at his naivety. 

“I would call you a brat, but you did say thank you, which is more than you usually do.”

“Hey!” 

“What? I can’t poke my own fun?” He lifted your body up and against his chest as he held you down, ramming his cock into your repeatedly. 

“Let me give you something to really say thank you about, kitten.” 

Shigaraki: Tomura was already apprehensive that someone as attractive as you would be interested in him, despite how much you fawned over him. His jaw dropped when you initiated sex for the first time. When you suggested you rode him since he’s not too experienced, he gladly agreed. As you sank down on his cock, you chanted those three words you were sure he knew the reference to. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You giggled with every bounce.

Tomura was too focused on not cumming he almost didn’t hear you. Almost. 

“Is this a joke to you?” His hands firmly gripped your waist.

“No no, I just thought it would be funny, Tomu.” you bit your lip to hide your smile.

“Oh I’ll show you funny..” His thrusts were relentless until he made you cream around his cock. And he wasn’t planning on stopping after one round.

Dabi: Dabi had come over late at night, as per usual. Climbing through the window was only something you read about in those smut books, but now you had your own personal dark-romance fuck buddy! And boy did he fuck. The way he pounded you into the mattress and whispered filth into your ear left nothing to the imagination. You decided you would add a little dirty talk of your own tonight. 

As you straddled his hips, Dabi grabbed your waist with a tight grip, his palms hot to the touch. You line yourself up and sink down on his cock, blurting out, “thank you, thank you, thank you,” through gasps as his girth stretched you. 

“Never took you for a girl with manners, doll..” He chuckled deeply, the meme going right over his head. He never uses his phone, what did you expect? 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You both worked at the same agency, always fighting for the top spot. You hated to admit how good Katsuki was at his job. Constant praise, always submitting work early, while you just slightly lagged behind. He didn’t let you forget it, either. Always passing your office with some snide remark about how he was leaving early because his work was done, how he was invited to the company dinner for finishing in the top 5 of his sector, it was hell. Ignoring him made it worse, he needed to know you heard him when he bragged about his raise for the fifth time that hour.

“I fucking get it, Katsuki. Can you piss off, I have work to do.”

“Course ya do. You’ll always have work to do if you’re tryna surpass me.” he laughs, that stupid smirk adorning his chiseled face. 

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His demeanor changed this month, when you finally got more work submitted than him. Your overall score was exactly 25 points higher than his when the review came out. You could cry. Finally, after months of hard work you surpassed your work rival. The feeling brought you to cloud nine. Invited to the company dinner, you made sure you dressed your best, fashioning a bodytight black dress with matching heels.

When you showed up to the dinner, all your joy was sucked out of you when you saw him. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Fuck you mean? You didn’t get that many more points than me, brat.” He scoffs, shoving past you to enter the restaurant. A scowl was plastered on your face, this great night now ruined by Katuski. What made it worse? You had to sit beside him. All night, he was poking small jabs at you and your career. The mistakes you’ve made, your poor choices, everything. By the time the main course came out, you had enough.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” You stand, grabbing him by the ear as you find a secluded part of the building.

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“Can’t handle a little friendly banter?”

“Friendly?! You’re making me look horrible in front of our bosses!” You whisper-shout, eyes narrowing in on his smug expression.

“You did that all by yourself, shortstack,” he chuckles, “besides, it’s not like you’re comin’ to another dinner, so just enjoy the shitty free food and cherish the memory.” 

You ball your hands up into fists by your side, huffing out held in air from your mouth. Not knowing what else to do with your anger, you slap him across the cheek, the sound echoing through the empty hall. 

His eyes go wide as he grabs the hand that slapped him. He looks at it before his eyes land on yours. You can see the flames behind them, the anger that he wants to release. 

“I fucking hate you.” he mutters. 

“Likewise.” you roll your eyes. His hand stays on yours, the warmth of him transferring to your cold hand. You can’t jerk away from his touch, his grip is too strong. The next time you look in his eyes, you’re ambushed by Katsuki pulling you in closer, his lips landing on yours. The tension was still there, teeth gnashing against each other as his tongue invaded your mouth. You gasp, but lean into his touch. You hated him. Hated how good he was at everything, even this. Your hands came around his waist, grabbing at the suit he wore, unsure if you wanted to shove him away or rip it off. His hands found your waist just as fast, pulling you flush against his body, like he didn’t want to let go. When he finally pulled back from this kiss, the anger still lingered on his face. You were both panting, no words needed to say what you were both thinking. Katuski guided you to a single stall bathroom and locked the door. Then he was on you. No time to think as he shoved your dress up and raked his hands over your soft skin. He yanked his own pants down, freeing his cock that was rock hard. 

“Katsuki, we can’t!”

“Shut up. If you didn’t want this you would’ve stopped me by now.” 

He was right. You could’ve just sat back down for dinner after the kiss, leaving him alone in the hallway, but you didn’t. You hated him, but god, releasing some of that anger would feel great. 

Your leg is hitched over his hip as he holds you up, lining himself up to your hole. He doesn’t warn you before plunging himself all the way in, a moan filling the small space as you felt the stretch. He groaned at your tightness, muttering curse after curse with each thrust. Your hands found his hair, gripping at his scalp and messing up his perfect spikes. Katuski’s mouth was latched onto your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he sucked marks into the tender flesh. Your thighs were trembling, struggling to hold yourself up as he pounded into you. He doesn’t let up for a second, his hand finding the small of your back to arch you further into him, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you that had you whining his name. 

“Fucking asshole..” you uttered between moans.

“I can fuck that next if ya want.” he says, his smirk turning into a blissed out expression as you clamp down around him. Your face was flushed, hair a mess, sweat dripping down your forehead as you lost yourself in him. 

“Fuck, take my cum, bitch..” he groans, hips stilling as he fills your insides, not worried about the implications nor the cleanup. And he certainly wasn’t concerned with your pleasure. 

“No, Kats-” you whine, too late to stop him as you feel the cum starting to leak out, dripping down your thigh. He lets you go, cleaning himself up and putting his clothes back on, never once glancing at you. 

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The rest of dinner was awkward. Everyone at the table could tell something happened, but no one dared to bring it up. You couldn’t look Katuski in the face, too ashamed to look at the man, the person you hated so much, and admit that he just gave you the best fuck of your life. 

Katsuki was in the same boat. The few glances he did pass you made his ears hot, his mind recalling how good you felt wrapped around him, how perfect your body was, how it was made for him. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Shigaraki was a cruel captor. Which wasn’t surprising as he was the most notorious and feared villain just under All for One. Your days were filled with sleeping on dirty mattresses in abandoned buildings as flies buzzed around day-old food containers that Shigaraki neglected to take out, enthusiastically agreeing to everything he said, even if you didn’t agree with it, and letting him use you as a toy whenever he saw fit. 

He was filthy, showers being foreign knowledge to him. The one and only time you mentioned taking one, he freaked out, screaming profanities and teasing you senselessly until you couldn’t mutter anything. 

“How’s this for dirty, huh bitch?” he asks, tying your hands behind your back, pinky’s raised just high enough to keep you alive, but low enough to threaten you with the idea of death, “I know you love it when I play with you, so let’s play.” He leaves the room and you take a moment to breathe. The moment was cut short, however, when he comes back with a large machine that looks akin to a jackhammer or powerdrill. Except there was a rod sticking out of it with an all too familiar object attached to the end. The position he posed you into left you helpless against his games, your hands tied around the back of a chair as your chest laid across the seat, ass sticking out on display. Shigaraki shoves your panties down, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red print in its wake. He loves the way it jiggles back at him, how your body responds willingly and obediently, unlike your mouth. 

“Only good sluts are allowed to get fucked by my cock,” he grabs at his crotch, “once you show me how desperate your are for it, maybe I’ll deem you worthy enough to take my cum.” 

He was delusional. You wanted none of this, but all you could do was respond, “yes Shigaraki, sir, of course sir.” He chuckles at your response and lines the machine up to your hole. He doesn’t bother with lube or prep, he thinks it’s ‘cheating’, as he’s mentioned to you several times at this point. You know better than to flinch away at his touch when he grips your hips, forcing your body back onto the machine. He slides you back until you’re halfway onto the dildo before flicking the machine on. He set it to low, and it was agonizingly slow, like nothing was there at all. He stood looming over you as he watched the machine slowly enter you over and over. You could tell he was getting off to it by the faint hitches in his breaths, the sound of fabric being ruffled behind you. 

“Awfully quiet for someone who’s supposed to be entertaining me.” He sighs. 

You let out a performative moan, way louder than it should’ve been for the pace the machine is fucking you at. Shigaraki grits his teeth, annoyance laced in his grunt as he flicked the machine up higher, almost too high in comparison to just a second ago.

“S-Shigaraki, sir!” you gasp, the rubber creates a horrible friction against your dry walls. You try to hold back pained groans by biting your lip, but he smacks your ass, startling your mouth open.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me, slut.” Shigaraki walks to the front of you, face adorning a sadistic grin as he watches a tear stream down your face. 

“Does my little slut wish I was fucking that tight cunt, huh?” He waves his cock in front of your face as he continues jerking himself off. You look down, hands bunched in fists in front of the chair. When you don’t reply, he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up. 

“Speak.”

“Yes, sir.. Want your cock..” you bite down shame. 

“Put on a good show and I’ll consider it.” He replies, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth before spitting it into your hair. The machine is brutally pounding into you, the speed alone forcing your pussy to get wet. You can’t deny that it’s hitting your sensitive spots just right, the shame intensifying as your body starts to enjoy it. You get louder, whining as you feel your orgasm approaching. 

“I’m gunna cum soon!” 

“Already?” he laughs, speeding up his fist, “is that machine fucking you nice and good? Gettin’ you ready for me?”

You nod frantically, core tightening as the dildo rams into you. 

“Need to cum! Please, Shigaraki!” 

“Not yet.” He returns to your backside, groaning as he watches your ass slightly shake from the sheer intensity of the machine. 

“Can’t hold it, I’m so sorry-”

You didn’t have to hold yourself back when he turned the machine off suddenly, your orgasm fading as quickly as the whirring sounds. 

“B-But,” you whine, voice strained. 

“Since you can’t control yourself, let me take away the decision for you.” Shigaraki grabs at your inner thigh, his fingers slicked with your juices that’re running down it, “sick bitch.” he tuts. His forefinger comes around in front, laying small circles on your clit. He’s slow, drawing this out for his sick enjoyment. You can feel his hardened member resting on your ass, his hips thrusting forward as he grinds himself on you. 

You force out small whines and groans, his touch feeling nothing but torturous. 

“Do you think you deserve my cock?”

“Yes, sir, please. Need to cum so bad.” 

“Hmm.” His finger retreats from your clit, his hand coming to the small of your back as he leans in, “what was it you said the other day, though? How ‘gross’ and ‘nasty’ I was? Why the sudden change?” 

Your head hangs low as your body freezes. His tone was unreadable. This could be a trick, or he could be teasing you. One could end in death while the other could end in pleasure. 

“I- I didn’t mean it, sir, promise. I was jus’ upset!” 

“And remembering that made me upset.” He responds, flicking the machine back on to a medium setting, “you wanna cum? Go for it. Cum until you can’t see straight.” Shigaraki pulls up a chair beside you, watching as you lose yourself on the machine. Lewd moans fill the cold room, paired with the schlicking sounds from your cunt. 

“Fuck, cumming!” you scream, muscles tightening as you feel the most intense orgasm of your life. You gush around the toy that leaves no room for mercy as it continues pounding into you at the same pace. Overstimulation sets in quickly, and all you can do is beg Shigaraki to turn it off.

“You said you wanted to cum. I’m just giving my ungrateful girlfriend what she wants.” Girlfriend. The word made your stomach churn. There wasn’t much time to stop and focus on it when you already felt another orgasm approaching.

“Sorry, so sorry, Shig, jus’ please… Off… Turn it off..” 

“Beg a little better and maybe I’ll consider it.” He stands, pumping his fist in time with the machine, reaching his own high. He finishes right as you do, letting his cum coat your ass and lower back, as if a personal branding. His hand smears the thick substance around, his thumb threatening to force its way into your asshole. You clench, body running cold as you snap your head around. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t deserve anything like that from me, not today.” He cleans himself up and slides himself back into his pants before flicking the machine up higher and sitting back down in the chair. He pulls his phone out, not even glancing up as you cry, begging him for what seems like the next several hours to give you a break. 

It only stops because you pass out, and even then he kept the machine running for just a little longer, watching as your overworked body squirted around the dildo. 

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“Morning, baby,” Shigaraki plants a kiss on your temple. You stiffen as you realize where you are. Ankle chained to a bed with Shigaraki’s body pressed up behind you, “you made a mess earlier when you passed out. I need to see you do that again, kay?” 

Another kiss lands on your cheek this time, his hands wrapped around your body, reminding you that there’s only one right answer.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Halsin was so endearing. Kind to everyone, lest they betray him. His gaze was kind, gentle, and nurturing. He was the perfect addition to your camp, someone who provided insight and knowledge where no one else could

You and Halsin were quick to fall into a relationship, with everyone being so close, and all. There was something about him that drew you in, and there was everything about you that he adored 

Your selflessness to help your companions, your generosity when finding stray animals along your journey, and the way you loved and treated nature all had his heart melting

Gods, he swore he would protect you until he took his last breath. Always curling up beside you as you slept, body caging yours in as his arms instinctively wrap around your waist. You couldn’t ignore the more pressing issue that was prodding your back, however 

“Halsin..” you whisper, tilting back to meet his gaze. 

“Yes, my heart?” 

“Do you need something?” You chuckle, turning your body to face him on your cot

“You, my dove, just let me take care of you.”

You always agreed, a soft smile littering your face. ‘Taking care of you’ meant worshipping you until the sun rose. Kisses all over your body, his hot lips trailing down from your cheeks, to the nape of your neck, down your torso, and in between your thighs

Halsin loved every small sound you made for him. Every light whimper and breathy moan as his fingers teased your skin was music to his ears. 

Halsin loved watching your body writhe beneath him as his fingers trailed along your sensitive points. When his large hands cupped your breasts, he let out his own sultry groan. 

When his hands trailed down between your thighs, he gently spread them apart, but not before muttering a low, “May I, dear?” 

Sometimes, when he got too into it, he would transform. He was always embarrassed, scared he would frighten you, but he never did. 

He loves pressing his teeth to your skin, playing with your desire of wanting more, but never giving it to you. Tonight was for him. To worship the ground you walked on and make you feel seen and loved 

He laid in between your legs, looking up at the expanse of your body, perfectly stewed across your cot as his hot breath hit your inner thigh, tongue brushing up until he was right there, fanning his lips over your clothed core

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You don’t know how this happened. It was just a regular patrol, the streets dead with activity. You took your usual route, passing through alleyways that are a bit too dark for your liking, only to find stray cats rummaging through the garbage. Local shops closed early since the owners never made enough to keep the lights on. This part of town was a mess, but it didn’t scare you, it saddened you. You knew the feeling of growing up with very little, and hero life changed all of it. You worked hard and earned your wage. So when you get caught up here, you wonder how. Your vigilance was nowhere to be found as Deku, one of the most feared villains, managed to capture you. Now you are tied up in an abandoned storage facility, dangling from the ceiling as he lands another smack to your bare ass. 

“Just tell me what I want to hear, hero.” he spits, his blackwhip ability striking you once again, leaving a burnt- like bruise on your ass. 

“I have- mph- have a name, ya know!” 

“Oh, I’m so very sorry for not asking sooner,” he cracks another slap to your thigh this time, “please, enlighten me.”

“It’s Y/N. Fourth hero in the rankings.” 

“Fourth? The rankings must’ve gone lax on their requirements to get the top spot. Capturing you was the easiest thing I’ve done all week!” he laughs, turning to face you. 

“All I want to know..” He grabs your chin, grip tight as he forces your head up, “is what the hero’s are planning next.” 

“Like i’d ever tell you,” you scoff, “jokes on you, I don’t mind getting hit over and over, if this is all you got.” The insult hit him hard. He was used to being pestered and laughed at all his life for never having a quirk, never being strong enough to keep up. So when he finally acquired one, he made sure every person who laughed would regret it. You were on that list too, as of a few seconds ago. 

“That mouth of yours is gunna get you in a whole lotta trouble, hero.” he spits that name again, using such a condescending tone when he does. His hand administers the slap this time, straight to your face. He grabs your neck and squeezes roughly, taking your breath away. Since you're upside down, the blood that’s rushed to your head makes the choking all the more intense, your body confused as to what to do. Your eyes are fixated on his groin, how could they not be when it’s right near your face? You can see the tent forming underneath his pants, and you laugh.

“This get ya going, Deku?” You try laughing, but don’t have enough air. 

“I bet if I felt your cunt right now it’d be dripping. Should I test that theory?” His words are crude, but there’s a bit of truth to them. You spit at him, the glob landing on his shoe. 

“Bite me.” 

He releases your throat, opting to use blackwhip to choke you instead. His hands force their way between your tied up thighs, feeling how the cotton around your crotch is wet. He chuckles, a glint appearing in his eyes that weren’t there before. 

“Is this because of being tied up, or the slapping?” He accentuates his words with a prod of his fingers to your core. 

“Tch, it’s about me thinking of beating your ass once I get out!” 

“Man, the tabloids are gunna have a field day with this.” He says before snapping a picture with his phone. 

“Hey, what the-” another slap surprises you as he hits your ass harshly, a bit of his strength shining through. 

“Ah ah ah, little hero. You’re not getting down until you give me the answer to my question.” 

“Guess I’ll have to start enjoying my view, then.” you reply, never once moving your eyes from his groin.

“Like what ya see?” 

“If it wasn’t attached to something like you, yeah.” 

“So the little hero admits it… Maybe I’ll have to pry the information outta ya with my cock, then.” He threatens. It wasn’t much of a threat the more you thought about it, allowing your mind to wander, wondering what he’d feel like. How thick he’d be, how long. 

A slap to your cheek brings you back.

“Let’s give my theory a try..” he slides his pants down, boxers following. You were surprised to see him so hung. Veins littered the underside of his cock, pulsing faintly as it stood at full attention. He grabs you by the hair, pushing your face up against him. You keep your mouth closed, turning your head away. Your defiance doesn’t last long when his whips start ticking your side, causing your mouth to open widely. He takes the chance to shove his cock down your throat, groaning at the way you tighten around him as you gag.

“Thaat’s it, just like that..” Midoriya pants, head tilted back in pleasure. You writhe around, hands balling into fists as they remain tied at your back. He steadies your movements by holding your hips, moving himself as he humps your face, pushing you down as far as you can go on his cock. 

“Wanna start talking? Or are you actually enjoying this?” He pulls back.

“If I start talking, you’re not gunna like what I have to say.” 

“Well,” he shoves himself back down your throat, tapping your cheeks, “guess you wanna be a cock whore for a villain then. Doesn’t bother me.” 

He uses your face like a personal fleshlight, not once stopping despite your whimpers and coughs. He stills in the back of your throat as he cums, making you swallow the salty liquid. He pulls out, laughing as drool and cum pours from your mouth and up your face. 

“So, I’ll ask one last time: What are you guys planning next?” 

After composing yourself, you look up at his fern colored eyes and spit, 

“Go fuck yourself.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The adventure Caine had brought you all to was something different, something new. He teleported you all to a fairy garden, deep in a forest littered with luminescent trees and glowing mushrooms. The goal was to help the fairies find all of their kin, the evil witch stealing them away from home, or whatever. The adventure wasn’t your main concern right now. Your main concern was the mushrooms Jax crushed up and laced your scone with. The fairies specifically said not to ingest the mushrooms because they have a funny effect, and Jax just thought it would be hilarious to see what they did. 

“What the @&!^, Jax!” you scream, trying to get your digital body to throw them back up. 

“Relaaax. I’m sure you’ll just be all loopy like Raggy that one time she got the sauce in her eye.” He says. The smile on his face was sadistic and proud, and he followed you around for the whole adventure so he could know when they started kicking in. 

It didn’t take long. Your body started to feel hot all over, cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink as your core became slick with juices. It was getting harder for you to stand up straight and rubbing your thighs together every few minutes was doing nothing to quell the ache you felt.

“Are they working?” Jax jabs your arm with his elbow. The sudden contact makes you gasp and lean in, a reaction Jax ate right up. 

“Oooh, so they’re these kinds of mushrooms,” he laughs, “we’ve had these in a previous adventure.” His arm comes around your shoulders to pull you flush against his body.

“Starting to feel like you can’t contain yourself anymore?” He whispers low in your ear, his breath only adding to the heat you felt. 

“K-Knock it off..” You pant, words whiney and shaky. 

“It’s okay, doll. Let’s go over there, give ya a break from all this fairy hunting.” He falters off from the group with you, bringing you further into the forest behind the large trees. You slump down on the forest floor, limbs sprawled out as you pant and writhe, trying to keep your composure in front of the rabbit. 

He sits beside you, teasing your body with gentle touches and brushes of his finger.

“Jax, please…”

“Please what? Need some help with that?” He asks smugly. 

You bite your lip, holding back a moan. All you manage is a nod, embarrassed to be even accepting an offer like this from him. 

“You poor thing,” his voice is laced with sarcasm and faux concern, “C’mere..” He pulls you into his lap, the contact making you shiver. Every nerve ending is standing as his gloved hands come to your legs, spreading them apart. He can practically smell your sex from how wet you were, shorts and panties drenched. The chuckle he lets out is degrading, but his fingers are gentle as they brush your inner thigh.

“Stop teasing.” You groan, head falling back on his shoulders. 

“Need me that bad, huh?” His hand tugs at your shorts and you lift your hips so he can pull them down. He leaves your panties on, opting to pull them to the side instead. He puts his hand up to your mouth and tells you to bite his glove. He pulls his hand out, telling you to keep the fabric in your mouth. Your teeth bite down on the glove as his naked hand comes down to your pussy, his fingers roughly pressing against your clit. Immediately, you feel a bit better. Your hips buck into his touch, and the glove does good work of keeping you quiet. He toys with you for what feels like hours, his fingers drenched in your slick, teasing you with degrading words as he helps bring you closer. 

“Need more..” you whine through the glove.

“You’re acting like you’re in heat,” he tsks, “you need something big enough to fill that wet hole of yours? Something you can lose yourself on?” 

“Mph, yes, please..!” You moan, eyes pricking with tears. He smirks, taking you off of his lap to remove his overalls, then placing you back on. You can feel his cock brushing against your back as you face the forest. You rut back against him, ass rubbing his length to bring it to full attention. You can hear his breath hitch, as much as he tried hiding it. His hands come down around your waist to pick you up like you weighed nothing. 

“Well I can’t do all the work, princess. You wanna feel good? Work for it.” 

You whine, lining him up with your hole. You’re so needy you don’t even have to prep, his cock stretching you out so nicely. You sank right down, the girth of him filling you up completely. He fights back a groan while your tight walls clamp down around him. You’re sitting on his cock reverse cowgirl style, so you grab his leg for support as you slowly begin bouncing. 

Lewd moans leave your lips, echoing off the trees in the forest. 

“Keep it down, slut, or else the gang might come and find us.” Jax warns. His hands have an ironclad grip on your hips, helping to bounce you up and down on his cock. He hisses with every bounce, teeth bared like an angry predator. Your slow bounces turn into quick ones, chasing that funny feeling building up in your gut. It was never enough, your drugged body craving more. You place your hand between your legs, fingers finding your clit to circle it roughly. You groan when it doesn’t help, your fingers not being enough to bring more pleasure.

“Jaax, need help..” You drop the glove on the ground, too pent up to care about how loud you’re being.

“Tch, needy slut,” he grunts. He slaps your hand out of the way and replaces it with his own, his fingers being just what you need. It’s like he knows your body, every touch earning another loud moan from you. He grinds his hips up to meet your bounces, his core tightening each time. 

“Doll, I think I’m gunna cum soon. Where d’ya want it?” 

“Inside.” you cry. It was the most coherent thing you’ve said all adventure, “cum inside, need to feel it, please god.” 

“Okay, eager thing, calm down,” he chuckles. You speed up, schlecking sounds filling your ears as your juices leak down the base of his cock and coat his thighs. 

“#*!&, ‘m close too, Jax! Jus’.. a little…”

“More?” His fingers pinch your clit, rubbing it between them, and it sends you over the edge. The perfect amount of pain and pleasure, causing you to crash, the rubber band snapping inside of you as you halt your movements, relishing in the blissful feeling. You shake, body shivering as each wave rolls over you. Jax lifts you by the hips, forcing you to slam back down on his cock.

“I wasn’t done.” Each word is accentuated by a thrust. 

“S-Sorry!” You cry, barely able to form words with how blank your mind is going. His thrusts are already beginning to build up that feeling inside of you again, and your eyes prick with fresh tears. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hizashi was Shouta’s closest friend. You’ve tried ignoring the passing comments he makes about you, how his eyes check you out when he thinks Shouta isn’t looking. But you notice it all. It’s hard not to when he’s so obvious about it, but you never brought it up because you didn’t want to potentially ruin their friendship over what could just be overthinking on your end. 

But Shouta notices it too. He finds it amusing, really. How you ignore it, which leads to Hizashi shooting his shot harder, especially if he’s a few drinks deep. Shouta never pays it much mind since he’s secure in his relationship with you. He treats you like a goddess and makes sure you know it, in his own, small ways. 

“The beaut’s finally out of her room!” Hizashi says, voice overbearing in the dead of night. It was his voice that had woken you up, actually. 

“Hey, Zashi.” You smile, trodding up to Shouta to give him a sleepy kiss on the cheek. You can smell the drinks littering the kitchen table, how the scotch rolls off Shouta’s tongue as he speaks.

“Morning, princess. Did Hizashi wake you?” 

“Mmhmm..” you groan, rubbing your eyes sleepily. 

“My bad, darlin’! Musta had a few too many tonight!” His eyes linger on your midsection that’s barely covered with a thin nightgown. You notice his stare, but pay it no mind. As you’re heading down the hall to grab a robe, you hear Hizashi utter something quick to Shouta.

“What I would do for some o’ that..” He speaks as if the man he’s speaking to wasn’t your own boyfriend. It lights your face up, cheeks going bright red as you walk a little faster to grab that robe. 

“Some of Y/N?” Shouta retorts. 

“I know she’s yours n’ all, so you know I wouldn’t dare,” he begins, taking another sip of his soju before hickupping, “but friends share, right?” The smile on his face is one of amusement. Laughing at his own joke that wasn’t really much of a joke when truth litters behind the tone. 

“Let’s share, then.” 

Shouta is quick to put his drink down, making his way down the hall to your shared room, glancing back to see if his friend is following. He’s not. Shouta raises a brow before turning back, disappearing into the room. Hizashi was quick to follow, mind silenced and confused as he stumbled to the bedroom. You were there, fastening the string to your white robe, as Shouta quickly placed his hand on your back. 

“I was just grabbing this quick, I was gunna come right back out.” you say, turning to give your boyfriend another kiss. That’s when you see Hizashi standing in the doorway, staring at the both of you.

“I figured we could try something tonight,” Shouta begins. He unties the string around your robe, watching as it falls open to reveal your nightgown again. He steadies you back onto the bed that dips under the weight of you both.

“S-Shouta, Hizashi is standing right there!” you whisper- shout, eyes glancing between the two men. 

“I’m well aware, princess.” He smiles, eyes turning dark as he shoots a glance to his friend. He leans down to mutter something in your ear before waiting for your reply. All you can do is nod, face growing darker in shade as you look back to Hizashi. 

“Well,” Shouta stands and makes his way over to your vanity chair before spinning it around to face the bed. He takes a seat before continuing, “what are you waiting for?” 

Hizashi’s eyes go wide, lighting up with a glint of hope.

“Wait actually?!” he makes his way to you, eyes raking your figure as you lay on the bed below him. 

“You cannot kiss her and you cannot cum in her.” Shouta explains. 

Hizashi’s breath hitches. You can see the indent of his cock through his pants from the concept alone. He leans down and places his knee between your legs, the heat falling off of his body and invading your space. You look to Shouta who is leaning back comfortably in the chair, simply watching. 

Hizashi taps on his thigh, “C’mon kitty, start grinding.” You shoot your eyes back to him, feeling his knee press roughly into your clothed pussy, nightgown riding up as his hands grab at your waist. Hesitantly, you buck your hips up, pressing yourself into his knee. The pressure feels good, you can’t deny that. A small whimper leaves your lips, quiet enough that they almost just missed it. 

“Gunna make you purr so loud for me.. You know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this?” Hizashi’s smirk only grows as he squeezes your flesh, watching as it spills around his digits. His mouth comes down around your neck, biting hungrily before lapping at the spot with his tongue.

“Put a mark on her and you’re dead.” Shouta utters from the chair. You can feel Hizashi sigh against your neck, hot breath fanning over you. Shouta’s remark doesn’t stop him, however, as he keeps biting on the shell of your neck, right where your heartbeat is. He presses his knee into you further, feeling the wet spot forming on your panties as you keep grinding.

“Wet already?” He chuckles, his hand coming down to your clit to take the place of his knee, rubbing small circles that earn him moans from you. 

“Make Zashi feel good, okay cupcake?” 

“Yes sir.” You turn to Shouta, noticing the tent in his pants as he watches his friend toy with you. Hizashi turns your attention back to him when he slides your panties to the side as shoves two fingers inside in one quick motion. You gasp at the intrusion, walls clamping down around his digits. 

“So fucking wet, god. Does Shouta get to feel this tight cunt every night?” He curls his fingers, pumping them inside of you until he finds that spot that makes you mewl, back arching at the feeling. 

“There we go,” he groans, his free hand spreading your legs further apart. He scissors his fingers to stretch you out, drinking up every sound and twitch your body makes for him. 

“Zashi, please..” you moan, eyes shut as you focus on that simmering feeling building up. 

“Please what? Use your words.” His fingers still. 

“Please fuck me, Zashi.” 

“Good girl.” He strips your panties off and hikes your nightgown higher until the fabric is pooling above your breasts. He makes quick work of sliding his own pants down, just enough to free his aching cock. It’s not as thick as Shouta’s, but he makes up for it in length. He doesn’t even jerk himself off as he lines his pulsing, red tip up to your hole. You reach your hand down between your legs and spread your lips apart, giving him full access. He looks to you as he slides in, immediately faltering when he feels your walls clench and draw him in further. You bite your lip and give him a teasing wink as he bottoms out, his head thrown back in pleasure. 

“Fuck her slowly.” Shouta says. Hizashi turns and sees his friend jerking off to the sight before him. He laughs, “and if I don’t want to?” 

“Then we’ll stop.” 

“Tch- whatever, man.” Hizashi grunts. He slides back out slowly, before grinding down, allowing you to feel every inch of him. Every vein pulses and you can feel him brushing against that sweet spot. You groan, annoyance already building as he fucks you slow. Shouta knows you hate it when he’s slow, and this was his own form of control and teasing for you. 

“Zashi… Don’t listen to himmm..” you whine, eyes welling up with fake tears, “need this so bad, please fuck me faster..” 

“Sorry, precious, what he says goes.” Hizashi sighs, wishing he could give you what you wanted. His thrusts were agonizingly slow, slower than they needed to be. You grabbed at his arm, guiding his hand back to your clit.

“Then make me feel good like this, too. Please?” 

He hisses, fingers much faster than his cock as he builds up your pleasure, the room filled with obscene squelching sounds. 

“Faster.” You both hear from the corner. 

“Fuck yes, thank you sir!” He wastes no time in speeding up, his other hand coming underneath you to lift your hips up, giving him the perfect angle to ram his cock all the way in. 

“So fuckin’ tight, what a good girl you are..” Hizashi groans, his mouth finding its way to your exposed tit, popping a nipple in his mouth. He overwhelms your senses as he sucks on the nub, grazing it with his teeth. Cries leave your mouth, spurring both Hizashi and Shouta on as they please themselves. 

“‘M already close, Zashi. Can I cum?” 

“‘Course, darling, cum for-”

“Not yet.” Shouta’s voice is stern, daring you to disobey.

“But s-sir! I need to so bad, please please please let me cum! I promise I’ll be good!” Your voice cracks, whines slipping through the sentence. 

“You’re going to test me right now? Do we think that’s the smartest idea?” 

“C’mon, Sho, let the pretty kitty cum.” Hizashi retorts, his pace never faltering as you bicker with your boyfriend. 

“Stop.” As if Shouta’s words paused time, Hizashi’s hips still, your breath catching on nothing as the thought of not being able to finish fills your mind. 

“Sorry, sir! Didn’t mean it!” You immediately begin apologizing. But that’s not what he’s searching for.

“Use her mouth. I don’t want her to have the chance to test my patience right now.” He sighs, watching as your eyes well with tears at the sudden loss of Hizashi’s cock stretching you out. 

He taps his cock on your cheek, a pleasant hum coming from the man as you instinctively open your mouth. He prods around inside, bulging your cheek as he fills your mouth with his length. His hand fumbles around in your hair, grip tight as he guides you further down on his length. The small choke you let out makes him groan as he feels your hot throat tighten around him. 

“Fuck, just like that, darling..” His eyes are screwed shut, hand forcing your pace as he uses you. You moan around him, the vibrations sending a shock throughout his body. His loud moans and grunts fill the room. He’s not a quiet man in general, so it’s not a surprise that he’s nearly louder than you in bed. Shouta shushes him, but nothing is made of his request, Hizashi too loud for his own good. You tap his thigh, needing to breathe, but he just hits the back of his hand that’s in your hair, hammering you further on his length.

“Not yet, kitty. Through the- fuck, breathe through your nose.” He commands, his lower abdomen tightening the closer he feels to coming. 

“Shouta, let me cum down her throat..” He pants, “please.”

“Did you forget the rule I gave you?” Shouta raises a brow, stopping his own hand as he questions his friend. 

“N-No, but god, feels too good, man..” 

“Paint her face white. A kitten needs their milk after all, no?” 

Shouta was being cruel. Not only to you, but his poor friend, too. You glance over to him through teary eyes, noticing that glint in his that shows amusement and filth. Shouta loves every second of this, each command spurring him on, the control giving him a rope to hold onto as he watches someone else, someone close to him, fuck his girlfriend. 

Hizashi pulls out and pumps his cock furiously, spit connecting his tip to your lips. You loll your tongue out, waiting for his release. It’s fast, hot, and sticky. He comes all over your face, aim nonexistent as he hits your forehead, cheek, and finally mouth. The salty taste makes your mouth water, and you lap up every drop he gives you. 

“Thank you, Zashi.” you giggle, meeting his eyes as you lick some of him off of your lip. 

While it was nice to see him finish, your own pleasure was still at a standstill, pussy aching without any stimulation, but dripping with need. 

“Mmm, Zashi, shoutaaa.. I wanna feel good too.” you whine, eyes shooting between both men. Shouta finally stands and makes his way over to the bed. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was always nice when the league had time off. Dabi would always invite you to his room and Hawks would stop by if he had the time, which was rare, but always a welcome surprise. The dim lighting in Dabi’s room made the atmosphere cozy, and through the streaks of light was smoke from the various blunts Dabi lit throughout the night, passing them around to anyone who dared enter his dungeon. By midnight, Toga and Twice were down for the count, too high to stay awake, while Shigaraki scurried off to his own room for alone time. That’s how nights like this always ended. Just you, Dabi, and Hawks, the last people standing, dazed out with too much weed in your system and junk food littering the table. 

“No way in hell!” Hawks laughs. The two were arguing about something or other, you were too high to zone in, or to care, for that matter. The quiet music that played in the corner of the room was all you focused on as you laid in Dabi’s lap sprawled out on the couch together. 

“I’m tellin’ ya, man, she wants me.” Dabi takes another hit of the blunt before passing it down to you. You shake your head and swat his hand away, but he insists. Holding the blunt up to your mouth, he pinches your lips together before instructing you to inhale. You roll your eyes and comply, taking another puff. 

“Atta girl,” Dabi says, leaning forward to pass it to Hawks. 

“So do you, Y/N?”

Hawks calling your name snapped you out of the song lyrics, bringing you back to reality. 

“Huh?”

“Were you even listening?” He sighs.

“Sorry.” you chuckle, sitting up in Dabi’s lap, “what was the question?”

“You and Dabi.”

“Yeah, what about us?” You look behind you to meet Dabi’s lidded gaze, his red eyes meeting yours, unsure if it's from the smoke or lack of sleep. 

“God, do I gotta spell it out for you?” Hawks laughs, getting up from the beanbag to move to the couch beside you.

“He’s askin’ if you have a thing for me, doll.” Dabi responds, putting out the blunt in the ashtray beside him. Your face heats up a bit at the realization of Hawk’s question. There was no doubt a tension that had been growing between you two for the past month. Between the missions Shigaraki forced you on together and hangouts like these, you were always around each other. But Dabi was just a naturally flirty person, right? If he spoke to anybody the way he spoke to you, surely they’d feel the same way. The lingering hands on your shoulders, brushes against your hip as he sneaks past you in the hideout, that’s just how he was. You couldn’t lie that it made you feel some type of way, but Dabi wasn’t the type to date, so you shut your feelings down. 

“I think she’s zoning out again.” Hawks states. Dabi’s arms curl around you and his hands wave in front of your face.

“Hey, dollface,” he snaps you back, “ya here with us? Answer the damn question.” 

“Oh! Uhm, I mean, I like both of you guys. You’re both great friends.” You reply, not sure if your internal monologue would go over well out loud. 

Hawks rolls his eyes and leans into your space, “is that so?” His voice drops an octave, “even when you’re sitting in his lap with his arms around you, you think of him as just a friend?”

“Uh- well, I mean, yeah? Do you want me to sit in your lap or something?” You scoff and try to stand, but Dabi’s arms cage you in.

“Ah ah, this is your seat.” His head drops to your shoulder as he shoots Hawks a menacing glance, silently telling him he doesn’t like to share. 

“C’mon, Dabi, we’re all just friends, right?” Hawks’ hand rests on your knee, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. You can feel the tension, both men looking at each other with a glint of violence in their eyes.

“Guys, if you’re gunna act like jealous teenagers over me, I’ll just go sit on the beanbag.” you laugh, “we’re having a good night, let’s not ruin it with dumb questions and shit.”

“No, now I wanna know. Give me your real answer, Y/N.” Dabi’s hands shift higher until they’re resting around your shoulders and neck, his voice low in your ear. His body heat only added to the rising fire within you, face going red as you gauge the situation. 

“Okay, fine! Maybe I liked you at one point, but it’s just because you’re always so touchy.” 

“Not anymore, though?” His breath was hot on the shell of your ear, like his question was a dare with only one right answer. Hawks is staring at you intensely, hand brushing up higher until he’s rubbing circles on your inner thigh. The contact makes your breath hitch, head snapping down to watch his teasing movements. 

“Eyes on me.” Dabi forces your head to look back at him. His deep blue eyes would have burned you if they stared any longer. 

“Uh… Maybe, I, well-” 

‘Did you break her already?’ Hawks coos, his other hand coming up to your face to cup your cheek, “it’s okay, pretty thing, I think we know the answer to the question.” 

Your cheeks are a dark shade of pink, impossible to hide, albeit you still try. Dabi chuckles in your ear, hands shifting down to your waist to pull you up more in his lap. You can feel his hardening member under you, pressing against your ass. Hawks’ pants do little to hide the tent his dick is creating with them, his palm hot against the bare skin of your thigh.

“Why don’t you show Dabi how much you like him, songbird..” He smirks. Hawk’s fingers catch the hem of your panties and he rips them down, revealing just how wet the fabric is. 

“Aw, is this from Dabi, or me, sweetheart?” 

You opt to stay silent as you avert your gaze from the men, choosing to look at the floor instead. Your embarrassment was short lived and soon replaced by surprise as Hawks slides two fingers between your folds, catching the wetness that drips out. 

“I think we have ourselves a little whore.” Dabi laughs as he slides his hands under your shirt, pleased to find you with no bra on. He gropes your chest, fingers pinching your nipples until they pebble under his rough touch. A tiny whine leaves your mouth, emotions thrashed around and unsure of what feeling to focus on. The fingers between your folds press gently on your clit, rubbing it in small, gentle circles as Dabi opposes with his harsh hands. 

“Take this off, it’ll get in the way.” he tugs your sweatshirt, helping to take it off. The cool air hits your torso, sending a shiver up your spine. 

“Stand up, baby.” Hawks instructs, his hand on your back to force the motion. You look down to see the blonde kneeling under you, fingers teasing your hole as his mouth comes down around your clit. You gasp, grabbing his hair to stabilize. Dabi can’t help but watch the show in front of him, releasing his fully hard cock from his pants, beginning to stroke himself to the sight. As Hawk’s fingers plunge inside, you let a loud moan escape your lips. Your hips buck up involuntarily at his touch, his tongue working magic on your bud. 

“Fuck, feels so good..” you whine, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging to relieve the tension building up inside. 

“Gettin’ this worked up from just a few fingers?” Dabi huffs, pumping himself at the same pace Hawk’s fingers dip in and out of you. 

“Can’t help it, feels too good!” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You can feel your orgasm building, threatening to spill over. They can tell, too, with the way your legs are shaking, barely able to keep you upright. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my face.” Hawks slurs as his mouth is pressed against your cunt, tongue sloppily licking up everything you give him. 

Your orgasm tumbles over you, pulsing waves rip through your core as you grind against his face, riding out your high. Hawks groans against you, the vibrations only beginning to build tension again. 

“C’mon, slut. It’s my turn with that pretty pussy.” Dabi mumbles from behind you. You stumble back, his hands forcing you to sit on his lap, facing away from him. Dabi wastes no time in lining himself up and sinking you down on his cock, filling you up right to the hilt. Your legs are on either side of his, spreading you open just enough for Hawks to see Dabi’s cock appear and disappear as he bounces you on it. He can barely contain himself as he watches, palming his own cock that’s leaving a wet spot on his pants. Your whines fill the room, music muted out as you get louder with every thrust. 

“Shut her up, will ya? Don’t need anyone else knowing what’s goin’ on in here. Two’s enough for now.” Dabi grunts, his mouth finding your neck soon after, littering it with dark purple marks. Hawks wastes no time in standing and unsheathing himself, planting one leg on the couch as he strokes himself in front of you. Grabbing the back of your head, he guides your mouth around his tip, hips slightly bucking into your mouth as you hollow your cheeks around him. Your tongue flattens on the underside of his cock, each vein prominent as it twitches inside. His hand forces your head down further and he groans when you gag around him, the tightness of your throat sending a wave of pleasure through his body. 

You can’t focus on either man, body being used like a ragdoll as you get splitroasted between them. Your hands struggle to find stability on Hawk’s chest, fingernails clawing at his shirt for grounding. Your cunt flutters around Dabi, a ring of white at the base of his cock as you try to hold out from coming again. 

“Fuck, doll, so fuckin’ tight..” Dabi hisses, his grip getting stronger as he slows you down to pace himself. He’ll be damned if he cums before Hawks. He wants the last laugh; to make him watch as he fills your tight cunt with his cum. 

“Doing so good for me, precious.” Hawks moans, head thrown back as he bucks his hips into your face, forcing your head all the way down with his hand. Dabi’s hand comes around to your clit, rubbing fast circles as he grinds up into you. You let out a choked moan around Hawks at the feeling, eyes watering as you struggle to breathe. 

“Oh?” A smirk grows on his face, “did someone like that?” Every circle of his fingers makes you flutter around him, earning lewd sounds that struggle to leave your mouth.

You tap Hawk’s thigh, needing a moment to breathe, but his hand forces you to stay choked around his cock. 

“Not yet.” His hips buck faster as he shudders, his breath hitches and his wings puff out.

“Gunna shoot my load down the back of your throat, yeah? Gunna make you swallow every last drop.” He condemns, hips halting as you feel his hot cum shoot down your throat, causing you to gag more, milking his cock as you do so.

“Such a good girl…” He coos, fingers brushing through your hair as he takes a moment to come down from his high, finally letting you off of his dick. Your voice is hoarse as you whine, spit and cum spilling down your chin as your body slumps forward. Dabi wraps his arms around you, hoisting you against his chest as he slams his hips up into you. 

“You’re not done yet, slut.” He barks, words deep and spiteful as he uses you. You cry out as you rest against him, pussy clenching him so tight he can’t think straight. 

“Dabi, gunna cum!”

“Cum f’me, doll. Scream my name. Tell our friend how much you love Touya’s cock in this cunt.” 

A wave of pleasure crashes over you as you cum, juices squirting out of you and onto his lap. Both men groan at the sight as Dabi’s cock rams into you, tip brushing your g-spot, hitting all the sweet spots along your spongey walls that make your brain go dumb. 

“Ngh, thank you T-Touya! Feels so good..” You whine as your orgasm rides out.

“Want me to fill you up? Want my cum leaking out of you?” Dabi asks, but he already knows the answer. All you can manage is a nod, mind too fucked out to give a verbal response. 

“Atta girl.” he groans, hips finally stilling as he cums inside. Thick, sticky ropes of cum paint your walls as he forces your hips down to thrust it deeper. You’re both panting, chests rising quickly as Hawks watches with glossy eyes. 

“You did a good job, angel,” he praises, finally moving from his spot on the floor to leave a small kiss on your cheek. Dabi’s chest pricks with jealousy as he watches. No sooner does he force your head to turn to him, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, eyes heavy on Hawks while he forces his tongue inside.