Danny has quite a few unique abilities, and they all help him not to die...permanently.
He decides to use this to his advantage.
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Ghosts in the Zone who died violent deaths, who were murdered, need their murderers brought to justice.
Usually, it's due to a lack of evidence that they aren't.
So Danny uses himself as bait to get the evidence required, letting the murderer "kill" him as an unidentified John Doe, and then disappears from the morgue after the autopsy (turns out that while autopsy's sting a bit, it's like getting a few cavities drilled; if he's patient and doesn't fall asleep, it's over before he knows it, and he's free to go).
Danny is letting a corrupt cop "kill" him this time, but it's a bit more violent than he intended, because in the middle of the cop's speech one of the local vigilantes showed up.
The cop panicked.
The cop went outside of their MO and stabbed Danny in the chest.
Now Danny has a vigilante ignoring the cop, who is getting away, in favor of trying to save Danny.
"It's fine, stop," Danny groans, trying to ignore the blood coming up his throat. Gross, he hates this part, ew. "I'm already dead."
Naturally, hearing him say this does not help the vigilante calm down.
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jason todd who comes back from the lazarus pit âall wrongâ. a bit twistedâŚa bit more obsessive.
tw: stalking, 'coming back wrong' as a trope, obsessive/yandere jason todd, slight sadistic behavior, jealousy, toxicity, corruption kink, voyeurism, hints at somnophilia, nsfw (18+) content, dubcon content. read at your own risk.
MDNI. 18+ only or I will kick your shins in.
He keeps stalking you âaccidentallyâ while patrolling as Red Hood - in his previous life, he had been obsessed with you, his first friend and first love. He just wants to make sure that youâre doing okay.
You seem okay, for the most part. College and work occupy most of the time, and Jason seethes as you smile amongst the students that surround you and how your laugh sounds as pretty as windchimes when your friends distract you during a boring lecture. And how determined you are as you navigate the toils of being an intern at an esteemed company for extra credits and pay.
So this is it, huh? This is all he was to you, now that he's gone. Just a forgotten memory, while you move on with your life and do whatever the fuck you want.
Anger runs like hot lava in his veins as Jason feels jealous of how easy you have it. How he wishes you could feel what he feels, how you could've gone through what he had gone through because of Joker, because of Batman...
Maybe if you were just as damaged as him, he would not resist the selfish urge to take you all for himself...
But once youâre back in the safe confines of your shitty one-bedroom apartment, you grieve every loss you have encountered - starting with his. Crying yourself senselessly to sleep every night as you pray to god to ease your painâŚpraying for him to have mercy and let you have Jason back in your life.
He hadnât anticipated that his death affected you all that much, except he was wrong. He felt guilt for underestimating how much he really meant to you - and a sense of relief over the prospect that he mattered enough for someone to mourn him.
He wishes he could hold you in his arms while you cry, leaving soft kisses on your forehead and playing with your soft hair as he murmurs soft affirmations that heâs here now. heâll never leave you now.
But he now makes the streets of Gotham bleed red, and he has twice as many enemies now - all looking for Red Hoodâs Achillesâ heel, the very thing that would make him kneel over and surrender.
Everything he has ever desired has been lost. And heâd be damned to lose you too.
So he contents himself with walking you to and fro from work, maybe occasionally accompanying you to the bar your friends hang out at - silently seething at the irrelevant men who try to make a pass at you. You bask in the glow of the yellow bar lights, shying away from any attempts at courting as you nurse your drink. Jason coos at the lovely sight, almost wishing he could praise you for being such a pretty girl, so good for him. Only for him.
With the buzz of alcohol keeping you warm against the cold night, you stumble your way back home and Jason follows you. You are quick to get out of the black mini dress that hugs your curves. Jason can feel his face flush; it feels wrong to spy on you in such inebriated state - when you have no idea who is looking in as you undress yourself and climb into your bed in nothing but the red pair of panties that make your ass look amazing.
But Jason had died, and so has his morals all those years ago. He has killed, maimed and lied to keep the streets of Gotham clean. He has very few qualms about stalking you or spying on you as long as it keeps you - poor, naive you safe from the cruelty of Gotham. The fact that you have decided to give him a show tonight is reward for his unending protection, he thinks.
Just this once, he will let himself have it.
You are quick to rub yourself through the soaked fabric and Jason groans at the wet spot that he can barely see through the moonlit window. Slowly, you slide your panties to the side and your fingers make quick work of your throbbing clit - and Jason is helpless enough to rub his half-hard dick through the fabric of his tactical pants, tempted to join you as he imagines how you'd touch him if he were there.
You are so hasty, and he mentally chastises you for rushing so fast. If he was in the room and not outside on your balcony, Jason would take his sweet time with you. He would kiss up your thighs and slowly part your legs to make space for him. He would gently kiss you between your legs as his fingers curl inside you to find that one spot that makes you cry and pull on his hair harshly - and he would keep at it until your back arches and you finally slump down on the bed - all putty and warmth under him.
And then he hears you moan his name out. Oh, you nasty girl...
You always knew how to drive him crazy.
As you rush through your quick release, and slump into your bed in slumber. Jason makes quick work of the latch and climbs into your room, careful not to make a noise. He looks at you with brimming eyes, as he softly pulls some wild strands away from your face. You look angelic, so peaceful as you sleep under the sublime light of the full moon tonight.
Jason barely resists the urge to reward you for being so good for him - thinking about how you'd react if you woke up to him eating you out, or maybe you'd wake up to the stretch of his cock opening you up slowly as he thrusts into you and finally attains the release he has denied himself earlier. Maybe you'd wake up and fight him off, despite your smaller frame...or maybe you'd moan for him, sing like the pretty bird you are and egg him on to claim you all for himself. Forever.
And then his pager beeps.
He curses under his breath, making sure that the noise did not wake you up from your drunk stupor. He kisses you goodbye as he whispers to you, 'Until next time, princess'.
And if you were awake right now, you'd have believed him.
And then he silently leaves your apartment, swearing that he'd make good on his promise some other day.
Warnings: mentioned disappearance, mentioned drug testing, drugged chocolates, mild corruption kink, please ask me to tag something if Iâve missed it!
Summary: Hasha brings home a treat to share with his beloved.Â
"I don't... I don't know about this..." Wes murmured, a small frown appearing on his face as he looked up at his bonded marine, Hasha.
The Black Legionnaire smiled encouragingly as he draped his arms around his gorgeous bonded, nuzzling the other's cheek "Come on, babe. I promise it's perfectly safe! I did double check with an apothecary friend of mine, Zaarius. He's the one who I got these from."
Wes stared at the box that sat with deceptive innocence on the table. Where Hasha had placed it moments ago with an easy grin on his face that always meant some sort of trouble. "But you... You said that there was some kind of... substance in these chocolates that would alter my mood in a way that sounds an awful lot like some of the illegal drugs I've always been warned away from using."
"There are no mortal laws against this substance... Besides doesn't chocolate alter the mood of someone who eats it? It lifts the mood and not just because it's very tasty. Come on, have I ever led you astray in ways that you didn't enjoy?" Hasha coaxed, nudging his beloved playfully in the side. "You've told me how this time of year always bothers you, 'cause of the disappearance of a couple of your friends. This'll help take the edge off of that grief."
The baseline shifted a little in Hasha's lap, looking away from the box. The unexpected reminder of Hunter and Iris hurting, for all he knew that his ridiculous bonded didn't mean to upset him. "I... Still, there's... Are there potential risks involved with this?"
"I mean, probably if you ate like. Ten pounds of the stuff, but I didn't get anywhere near that much. I don't think Zaarius sells his medicated chocolates in that kind of volume, anyways." Hasha answers with a reassuring hum as he leaned further into his beloved bonded. "Besides... When I told you about aphrodisiacs that actually worked, you had said that you wanted to try some. The truffles with the sugared red rose petal... Embellishment? Accessory? Beloved help, I can't think of the word in this language."
Wes laughed and nuzzled his silly bonded, giving him a kiss on the cheek, catching one corner of his lips on purpose "I think you're looking for the word topping or decoration, love. What do the other truffles do, if the rose ones induce horniness." A slight sensation of worry ran through him at the thought of an aphrodisiac that could force someone to be horny.Â
"Not induce horniness, that's not allowed by the alliance." Hasha corrected gently with a shake of his head. He was sure that such things did exist, but he wouldn't bring something like that to his beloved - he had more fun ways to flirt with his beloved and get Wes' libido going "It enhances the desire that is already present, but not to the point that it removes consent. I taste tested them myself in a private room last week, to make sure that was the case. I wouldn't bring something home to you that's dangerous. I... I do hope that you know that."
Wes' eyes soften a little and his heart skips a beat. He's not surprised to hear that Hasha had verified that the chocolates were safe, even though he's not thrilled that he other did so by personally trying them out "Is that what you were up to last week? You said that you were dragged into Rotbone Base for some sort of training thing."
"I was! I just also found out about the extra fun chocolates and tried them when I had a little bit of downtime. It's not like you were home to watch over me, as you were doing your fancy science stuff in that gathering of nerdy mortals." Hasha points out, a small pout on his face "That I wasn't allowed to attend with you for some reason."
"Because it was a scientific conference, and we're not allowed to bring plus ones to that event. Besides, you'd have been bored to tears - or causing problems on purpose. I love you dearly, Hashie, but you get destructive when you're bored." Wes points out, an amused grin appearing on his face as he kisses his pouty marine on the cheek again. "Now, what do the other chocolates do?"
"The ones with lavender mellow the consumer out and dull any pain that they may be feeling - I had one after I got the shit beaten out of me during training. Some of my older brothers are so very mean, by the way." Hasha pouts "I'm better now though, handsome, and the salted vanilla caramel ones intensify colors and textures, while intensifying good emotions. Each of these lasts a couple of hours at a time and feel really, really good."
"And you're sure that all of these are legal? I'm not going to get fired from my job that I got three months ago and we relocated to an entirely different country to in order for me to work at?" Wes pressed, frowning a little "I'm on a work visa right now, and there's nothing I can do if I get fired for a failed drug test."
"You're a talented baseline chemist, beloved. I'd absolutely be able to get you employment at Rotbone base, if it came down to that. But no, there are no illegal substances in those chocolates, as described by the laws of this land, nor by the laws of the alliance." Hasha reassures his bonded, the levity fading from his voice, as he knows that the other is quite worried about this.
Not that he would let Wes fail a drug test, even if there was something to detect in his blood or other bodily fluids that may be tested by his employer. He had contacts with the local hydra shoal who would be able to ensure that Wes' drug test results came back clean if the other ever did decide to take illegal substances. It might even be slyly sanctioned by the alliance, given that Wes had information on an ongoing case that the alliance was anxious to have handled outside of the public eye of the baselines as well.Â
"I... Thanks, babe. I'm not sure I wanna work there unless I absolutely have to. No offence, but that place gives me some very creepy vibes." Wes answered with a shudder, though he looked at the box of chocolate truffles with renewed curiosity and interest.Â
"Nah, that's not offensive to me. Rotbone base is. Ah. Well it's definitely a Chaos Marine base, with all of the complications that come from that, most of which I'm not allowed to tell you, lest it drive your mortal mind to madness or despair." Hasha answered, his voice light and playful.Â
Wes... Wasn't sure that Hasha was actually kidding. It was hard to tell sometimes, when his bonded was being lighthearted but serious, or pulling his leg. "Very spooky. It makes me want to visit that place even less. And to think that you were arguing for us to live there when we first got here."
"I said that it would be cheaper for us to live at Rotbone base because we'd have housing and meals subsidized there, not that it would be pleasant to live there long term. I'm pretty sure the only people who do enjoy living there long term are the Plague Marines who helped found the place." Hasha retorted with a small smirk appearing on his face.Â
"I still don't understand how those walking biohazards are alive." Wes mutters, shuddering again.Â
Instead of addressing that statement, Hasha clears his throat and points to the chocolates "We've gotten off topic here, my love. Do you want to try one of the truffles or not? They're really delicious and a lot of fun, I promise~! Unless you'd rather I try oen first and you can see in real time how they affect someone?"
"I... Alright. Alright I'll try one." The baseline decided, opening the box. A small whimper left him as the rich, intense scent of the chocolates hit his nose. The sweet floral scents of the edible floral decorations invites themselves to the olfactory party he's having a moment later.Â
Each truffle is nestled into a gold foil liner that shines beautifully in the light of the small but comfortable apartment that he and Hasha share. Each one is shaped like the flower decorating him in the case of the rose and lavender truffles. For the the vanilla-caramel truffle, it's been shaped into a little valentines' heart, with a stripe of caramel bisecting the heart down the middle, with a sprinkle of sea salt shining temptingly up at him. The red of the rose petal is almost glowing, and the soft purple color of the lavender petals are very pretty.
"You... You didn't mention how beautiful these are, nor how well made they are." Wes pointed out, his eyes widening a little in shock and a touch of genuine awe. "... How much did these cost?"
"Nothing that I wasn't willing to pay. I have steady hands, and Zaarius has need of them sometimes." Hasha answered with a small smile "He's also an Emperor's Child, so I'm not surprised that these are as incredible looking as they taste. Sooo... Which one do you want to try first? Oh! Zaarius recommends that we try one and don't eat another until the first's effects have worn off, especially since it's your first time trying any of these, as the effects of them can compound."
"Good to know, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for telling me first. I think I'm going to try the salted vanilla caramel truffle first. it's one of my favorite flavors of normal chocolate... And I know you want to try it together, but would you mind if I asked you to not eat any of them as I experience this one at least? I'd like one of us to be sober during this experience." Wes asks as he reaches for the truffle, hesitating just over the chocolate that he'd chosen, waiting for a response.
Hasha's eyes are warm and gentle, and he takes the hand that Wes hasn't extended into both of his, pressing kisses to his fingertips and promising "I will refrain from eating any of these chocolates while you are under the effects of them, if that is something that would help ease your mind, my love. "
"It really would, thank you, Hasha." Wes answered, feeling a low level knot of anxiety uncurl from his stomach as he scooped up the small confection and popped it whole into his mouth.Â
The savory hit of the salt was intense, followed by the sweet (but not sickly so) hit of the caramel... He was surprised that it was a dark chocolate - Wes had expected a mild hit of milk chocolate, rather than the complexities of the dark chocolate truffle slowly melting on his tongue. The center was a sweet and salted caramel with the warm, floral notes of vanilla that he smelled as much as he tasted. He swallowed it down and asked "How long does it take to kick in?"
"Zaarius said for a baseline that it would take between ten and thirty minutes. In the meantime, I grabbed that soft weighed blanket you really like, one of those adult coloring books with the more intricate patterns and your favorite colored pencils. I also grabbed some of that smelly slime you like to squish and one of those stress ball things that you like squishing when you're not kneading my pecs while using that clever mind of yours to puzzle out science things at home."
"You said that you didn't mind it when I did that." Wes huffed, his eyes narrowing a little as his marine set everything out neatly on the table.
"I like it when you touch me! and I like being useful, so you using me when you need stress relief is something I very much enjoy... And, as always, I am happy to provide any kind of stress relief that you may desire, beloved." Hasha purred, his voice dipping into a seductive flirtation.
Wes felt his face warm at the implications and he leaned in and nipped Hasha's neck "Flirt!"Â
"Always for you, my love." The son of the sixteenth promised with equal parts roguish charm and utter earnestness.Â
đĄđ˘đŞ đđđŠđ â sweet little thing with yae miko
CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, name-calling (pup, puppy, little thing), oral (character receiving), mentions of virginity, abuse of authority, corruption kink
AN. reposted work. gAH the way i was so downbad for yae when i made this. i swear when i saw her at the shrine, i legit almost barked for her <3 still full heart eyes for her.
ignorance is bliss.
that's what they all said to you, eyes softening whenever you peered up with doe-looking ones. your head tilting to the side, lips inquiring about every thought that ran past your head that fast to make your points.
you never once held yourself back from knowing what's more to know. being taught there's nothing wrong in exploring what this world has to offer. an adorable glow of curiosity blooms inside your heart, garnering the image of purity and innocence.
innocence is bliss.
that's what yae miko had thought the moment she saw you at the shrine, paying the chief priestess herself a visit after hearing her help with one of your close relative's dilemma with possession. then came next when a person with high status dared visit the humble home to announce how you were chosen by the great guuji to be one of the new shrine maidens. ah, the way your eyes sparkled when she uttered your name, she can never live down the image of purity in you.
for all things pure in this world can never escape the grudge of corruption. ruination is inevitable but that doesn't matter forâ
yae miko wishes to be the one to ruin you herself.
honor, it was truly an honor to work alongside yae in the shrine. all your life, you've always been drawn to the beauty and mystery hidden in the beliefs and customs here in inazuma. your parents had wholeheartedly supported your departure, bidding you with such charms and letters, and the chief priestess smiles at the enthusiasm expressed by your family on the day she set foot in your home.
"ah, our sweet little f/n is finally going to do big things!" said your father where your dear mother adds, "yes, it feels like yesterday when you were our little girl."
the sweet messages had warmed your heart, face flushing as you get showered by almost everyone from the little community there in konda village. the elderly were in awe, waving with such soft smiles on their faces. the ever-curious yet beaming with innocence l/n f/n is finally going to do big things! such luck may bring prosperity to the village and the people can never ask for more!
and that's what you thought, the moment you followed yae through the path to the shrine. hands clutched tight on the small bag you carry as you were told that they are the ones to provide you with clothing. you needn't worry about anything, that's what they assured you, and yet your mind dances on the edges of your interest.
but you stopped yourself, not wanting to interrupt lady yae to her musings. you do not wish to ruin the gentleness in her eyes, looking back at you as she showed you around inside the shrine and led you to your quarters. you do not question why she would lay a hand on your shoulders, leaving a gentle squeeze as she bids you good night for the first night in narukami shrine.
you kept your lips screwed shut and eagerly observed what's bound to happen next yet your eyes would always daringly shimmer in the wonders you kept on absorbing as you follow the head priestess around like a puppy.
yes, you did not once question why she'd always refer to you as a puppy.
"come here, pup," it was yet again one night where she told you to visit her in the privacy of her room. a short whisper in the morning would grow magnitudes of screams inside your head as you let her simple orders affect your daily duties. questions had blossomed in your heart yet as your lungs tried to exhale it all out, your lips would keep themselves shut and you'd fail in expressing every word you dearly wanted to say.
"yes, my lady." an obedient nod and a short answer were all you could give as a way to acknowledge her orders. slowly, you made your way to yae who was clad in a loose white kimono that looked gloriously on her body.
as you reached the ends of her bed, her dainty fingers had beckoned you to go closer, and closer, and closer until you stood beside her bed frame. the gentle candle lights of the room had her skin glowing so beautifully, her pupils dilating and her eyes shining as she looks at you with emotions you aren't sure of.
"would you obey whatever i say, pup?" she asks, her hand making its way up from your stomach and all the way to the middle of your chest. she smiles when she sees you trembling, nodding when she let her finger slide against your breasts.
"m-my lady..." the short break from your voice had aroused yae more than she could ever have imagined before, her lips letting out a satisfied sigh before she rubs small circles on your nipple that peaks through the thin fabric of your shirt. "t-this isn't right..."
you felt conflicted when yae didn't stop flicking and circling the pad of her pointer finger on your nipple, biting down your lips to prevent the prurient and sinful noises you knew you'd been producing. yae watches you in awe, loving how reactive you are to her touches.
"hm? do you think that what i'm doing is... wrong, sweet f/n?"
you slowly shake your head as you can't make up another thought when she now uses two of her fingers to pinch at your sensitive buds, causing a loud squeal from your shaking body.
"ah, where are your manners. everyone at the shrine is already sleeping, f/n." her voice was gentle, so, so gentle you can't keep yourself composed when she easily had you under her control.
your lady yae had always been there to share her thoughts, and her strong opinions on different pressing matters none had ever discussed with you during your time as a normal inazuman. no one had dared cross in shedding you towards the light of knowledge but lady yae had been there to inform you of the things she knew you were fawning over.
but was it really the light you had been longing to know of? or was it this twisted darkness you know you can no longer turn your back from once it had corrupted your sweet and innocent mind?
"i think i ought to teach you a way you can make use of your noisy mouth... would you want to know what it is, you sweet little thing?"
corruption, and addiction. the sweet taste of you being ruined by none other than her own exploitation on your curious and naive mindâshe shudders just thinking how she personally has her own obedient puppy.
her question had your mind buzzing in gullible inquisitiveness, the weakness she knew how to take advantage of had you leaning towards her body, slowly moving down to your knees, and patiently waiting for her next command. "yes, my lady. please, tell me."
the desire to know and the thirst to enlighten had glowed in both your eyes.
"very well then," she beams with the dreamy quirk of her lips, lilac orbs dilating as she spreads her legs open and propped herself to have you facing her already glistening sex. you were surprised to see her lady not wearing any undergarments but as soon as her fingers slip down from the middle of her body, the same fingers that had prodded and teased your nipples, made their way down to part her lower lips that came along with a breathy moan.
you never said another word, your eyes were more than enough to express multitudes of the questions you wanted to ask while you gaze at all her glory. she was flushed pink, smooth as your eyes scanned everything you want to know about her lady but never once did you go ahead to satiate the curiosity you've always had. you let yae herself be the one to show you, to inform you, to do what you longed for the people to do for you.
"no one ever had the heart to tell you what there is to know out there, am i right f/n?"
you saw how she rubs the little nub protruding off her sex, that one place you once accidentally touched and felt the jolt of electricity shocking your body. she now answered another of your questions by hearing her softly moan out your name, her finger gliding up and down the same spot before she pushes it deeper inside her cunt.
your eyes had glowed in worry, knowing how you once poked the little hole of your body and the sting had hurt you so much. and yae knew just exactly as what you were thinking off, spreading her legs as wide as she can and lets her whole finger sink and disappear inside of her.
"there's no need for such trepidation to worry your head, f/n. i can also show you how to do this without hurting yourself," she offers with a very calm tone, even when her chest rises up and down and her breathing got a little ragged when she added a second finger. "but first, i have to teach you how you'd use your mouth from now on, okay?"
"yes, my lady."
"good, now, kiss me... here." baffled, you blinked two, three times before you tilt your head to the side and looked at where she was pointing at. she had her free hand resting on the middle of her thighs, clearly indicating where she wanted you to start from.
"don't be shy, i'll always guide you."
you felt so reassured and at that moment, you gained such confidence to let your lips press gentle pecks on her skin, her small little sighs blessing you with such sounds you wanted to hear more. and you never let a patch of her soft and smooth skin left unscathed by your kisses, her hands brushing your hair had to encourage you to leave open-mouthed ones as she had told you to do.
"there, you're so good, f/n. my sweet puppy so eager to listen and obey. now, i want you to start kissing me down.... here," she instructs with her fingers spreading her pussy lips. "then you'd use your tongue to lick me, is that understood?"
and, as obedient as ever, you nodded before moving down to her crotch, continuing to trail down your kisses until you reached the skin of her cunt drenched with her own arousal.
"yes, kiss me right there and lick okay?" yae's voice was soft yet held amounts of control in every syllable she uttered as you started doing what you were told to do. at first, you felt odd to have your mouth pressed down to her sex but seeing yae generously giving you praises was so rewarding on its own.
she would constantly hum, her teeth would sink on her lips to keep in the whimpers she was bound to let go of once you began licking on her clit. just as you've seen earlier, she had used a fair amount of time rubbing it, swirling her fingers at a torturously slow pace.
and that's what you did, you used your tongue to mimic what she did earlier. and when you'd look up, you are given the view of your lady with her eyes closed, her fox ears twitching delightedly, an enticing smile on her face. as you dap and slurp on her clit, you can taste how sweet she is and that fuels more of the insatiable appetite this desire to see more reactions from your lady.
"i-i never knew you'd be so g-good at this, f/n. hnngg... there, just like that." yae snakes her hand towards your well-kept hair, the smooth ends are now tangled between her fingers as she pushed you deeper between her legs. your hands had instinctively gone to grab a hold of her thighs as she had both her legs squeezing your head went your tongue had scraped so lightly on her puckering and dripping hole.
"want you to put your tongue inside of me, can you do that?"
the urgency in her voice and the way she peered down at you was addicting, dominating your sense of logic as it frayed away into nothing but complete obedience as a way of showing such gratitude to your lady.
with a brief nod of your head, you started to poke out your tongue and let it enter the entrance to her cunt. so sweet, she both taste and smell so sweet while your nose brushes so roughly on her clit when yae had gripped on your hair and let her maneuvered your head to thrusting up and down her needy cunt.
"do you know now, f/n? starting from today, you're about to learn a lot of things from me. i will teach you everything you need to learn while you are under my care, okay?"
as close as you were getting lost inside her cunt, yae had pulled your from your hair and waited for your reply. and there it was, the look you always give when you get the answers to your question, the look she grew fond of and addicted to seeing.
doe eyes shimmering in interest, lips grinning but glows faintly from the juices covering your skin, chest going up and down from how breathless you were at that moment. the start of corruption, all thanks to her.
she would use everything of her power just to see you look at her like that even when it means to defile what innocence was left unsullied by those around you. she would have the utmost pleasure to be the only person that has corrupted the angel they once thought to be.
oh, she won't let anyone take your purity. she won't allow anyone to hold such power over you.
"my sweet little thing, i am looking forward to all the time we're bound to share with one another."
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Hello! Can I request the 1980 student council members are in love with the same female reader at the same time? How would it go? The reader has a sweet and kind personality.
I really luv dis idea nâ would luv to write dis, especially with the sweet and kind reader! I would probably make dis really smutty though, since most of the student council would like to share but get very possessive anyway. ૮(â â˘â  â â˝â  â â˘â ;â )ŕžŕ˝˛á
but i do luv dis trope nâ iâll definitely think abt writing it, just gimme sum time :)
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GENRE. Â nsfw, aged up characters (20+)
EXTRA. art by @/crikeygatormate !! <3
CONTENT.  gangbang, bukkake, virginity kink, corruption kink, sexual coercion + manipulation, very dubcon, tagging noncon just in case, power imbalance, intoxication, exhibitionism, creampie, noncon creampie, dacryphilia, double penetration (one hole & two), cum eating, cumplay, oral (m & f receiving), stomach bulge, spit kink, impact play (choking, slapping, biting), objectification, teasing (+ bullying), degradation kink, humiliation, praise kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, noncon recording
SYNOPSIS. Â are you sure you want to tag along to that frat party? your roommateâs friends might not have the best of intentions.
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WEDNESDAY, 8:15 P.M.
Youâre leaning over your homework desk with your chin cradled in your palm and your pencil scratching at paper when you hear knocking at your door. Itâs the kind of knocking a kid would do: a playful, familiar little rhythm youâve heard tons of times before.
Your roommate locks her phone; the comedy skit that was playing on it just a moment ago ends abruptly. She rolls out of bed with a little huff, then crosses the floor of your shared dorm room to answer the door.
Thereâs the creak of the door opening, and then a cheerful voice saying, âHey, Pinky.â
âHey, Dinky,â your roommate replies, popping her gum. âDo you have my order?â
âYou know it,â the stranger says, pulling a little ziploc bag from his shirt pocket. The pungent scent of the substance inside hits your nose immediately.
You put your pencil down and lean your chair back just slightly to peek over at the door. Youâre trying to discreetly catch a glimpse of the newcomer over Minaâs shoulder. But your plan backfires; the stranger notices the movement behind Mina, and his eyes snap to yours.
His face breaks into a friendly smile.
âHey,â he says brightly, leaning to the side to get a better view of you. âWhoâs your cute little friend, Mina?â
Your eyes widen. Heâs tall. Blonde, with a little streak of black going through his hair. And heâs pretty. His gold eyes are sleepy-looking and catlike in a way thatâs almost effeminate. His nose is narrow, adorned with a little silver ring on the nostril.
This must be one of the guys in the crowd that Mina hangs out with. She talks about them all the time. Apparently, they had all graduated from high school together, ended up at the same university. And now the boys are in a frat together. This must beâŚ
âDenki, y/n,â Mina says, shifting her body sideways and gesturing between the two of you as she introduces you. âY/n, Denki.â
âY/n,â says Denki with a wide smile, pushing past Mina to enter the room. âThatâs a cute name.â
Mina rolls her eyes and shuts the door behind him. âDonât get your disgusting cooties on my bed,â she scolds. âYouâre filthy.â
âI was skating,â he pouts, plopping onto the beanbag in the middle of the floor.
Now that you take a good look at him, his clothes are a little grimy. His khaki chinos are dingy and littered with black marks. The socks peeking out beneath the rolled bottom of his pants are in even worse condition; you can just barely make out the naked pinup girls printed on them. And his old Vans are the worst of all; theyâre filthy, faded, and ripping apart at the seams.
Denki sees you studying him; he meets your eyes with a smile.
âWhatcha workinâ on, cutie?â he asks curiously.
âOrganic chemistry,â you answer shyly.
He finds your soft, demure voice adorable.
âDamn, o chem?â he whistles. âWell, arenât you a little smarty pants?â
âNo, nothing like that,â you say, shaking your head.
âShe has a 4.0,â Mina interjects, like a proud mother.
Denki raises his eyebrows at you. âOh yeah? Beauty and brains, huh?â he teases, fishing a little black canister out of his pocket. You smile sheepishly. He opens the canister, takes a pre-rolled joint out of it.
âDonât embarrass her,â scolds Mina.
Denki chuckles, pulling a lighter from his pocket. He sticks the joint between his lips, then looks up at you with a grin. âIâm shit at chem,â he laughs; the words are distorted by the joint in his mouth.
âIn fact, I might need a tutor,â he grins up at you. He flicks the lighter on, brings the flame to the joint until it catches, then takes a deep drag. âYou free?â
âOh⌠for tutoring?â you say hesitantly. âWell⌠I have my internship on the weekdays, and I volunteer on the weekends, so -â
âAww,â Denki pouts, taking another drag and blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth. âAre you sure? Iâd pay you well,â he teases, holding the joint up pointedly.
âI donât smoke,â you laugh sheepishly.
âOooh, sheâs a goody-goody?â he taunts, looking over at Mina.
âShut up,â Mina scolds; sheâs sitting at her desk now, checking her makeup in a small circular mirror. âYouâre totally making her nervous.â
âItâs okay,â Denki shrugs, smiling. Heâs leaning back in the beanbag now, with his legs and arms spread out languidly. âI like good girls,â he says, deliberately. He takes another drag of his joint before outstretching a long arm to Mina. She accepts the joint, brings it to her glossed up lips for a puff, then passes it back.
Good girls⌠You look away awkwardly, fidgeting with your hands.
Denki continues to take long, slow drags from his joint, studying you with a look of amusement on his face. Minaâs mentioned you to him a few times. He remembers her saying that youâre an overachiever. That youâre very involved in school, very bookish. You definitely look the type. He likes that - that type. Cute little nerds like you, with your cute little reading glasses.
Cute, sweet, innocent girls like you. He smiles to himself, looking at your hard nipples poking at the fabric of your worn crew neck shirt. Itâs chilly in here, and heâs very glad for it.
âYou sure you donât wanna try?â Denki teases, holding the joint out to you with an amiable smile. âI could take real good care of you for your first time, you know.â
He watches with amusement as your eyes widen. He wonders if you caught that little innuendo. Based on that flustered expression on your face, he thinks that you did.
âOh, I shouldnât,â you laugh nervously. âReally. I have to finish this homework by tonight. Thank you, though.â
He laughs. âWell, donât let me bother you,â he says cheerfully, jerking his head toward your desk. âGo on, get to work.â
âOh, um, alright.â
You flash Denki a weak smile as you rummage through your drawer. Once you find the pair of earphones youâre looking for, you plug them into your computer and focus your attention back on your pre-recorded lecture.
Denki decides that heâll hang out for a while, at least until he finishes his blunt. He likes seeing Minaâs studious little roommate at work.
As Mina fixes her hair with her eyes glued on her small circular mirror, Denki chats to her about their friends. Minaâs not paying close attention to Denki, but if she were, sheâd see him taking every free opportunity to glance your way.
Right now, heâs bringing his eyes down from your slightly messy hair to look at your pajama shorts. They have lollipops printed on them, and theyâre just long enough to be modest. If he had to choose a superpower, heâd definitely choose x-ray vision, if only to get a glimpse at your panties.
His eyes wander downward, to your thighs. They look so soft. Theyâre bouncing a little as you tap your foot. He finds it so adorable, the way you bite your lip as you take notes, glancing between your paper and your computer.
âGross, Mr. Recruiter,â Mina says, eyeing him out knowingly from her seat. âYouâre such a perv, and sheâs so sweet and innocent.â
Innocent⌠that word has his ears perking up. Heâs a shark, and that word is blood in the water.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, Mimi,â he says, smiling.
âYeah, right,â Mina laughs, watching him rise to his feet. He offers her the remainder of the joint; she accepts it, rests it between her fingers. You see Denki rise out of the corner of your eye, and take out your earphones to look over at him.
âIâm starving,â he announces lazily. âSo I guess Iâll leave you ladies to it.â
âOkay,â you say, nodding. âHave a good night.â
âTell the boys I said hi,â Mina says, taking a drag.
Denki passes you on the way out of the room. He pauses for a fraction of a second to give the back of your neck a light squeeze. A shiver goes down your spine, and you jolt upright. He chuckles.
Denki pauses at the door before opening it. Heâs glad to see that your wide eyes are focused on him. He likes the attention from you.
âWeâre throwing a party on Friday,â he says brightly. âAt the frat house. Mina knows all the details. You should come, y/n.â
âOh,â you stammer. âWell, like I said, on the weekends, I usually volun -â
âI have some friends that you might get along with,â he grins. âAnd Iâd like to get to know you, too.â
âUm, alright,â you say awkwardly. âMaybe.â
âOkie dokie,â he says cheerfully, before bidding you and Mina one last goodbye and heading through the door. It closes behind him with a muted thump.
As youâre turning to Mina with raised eyebrows, Denkiâs walking down the hallway at a lazy pace and pulling his phone out of his back pocket.
Thereâs a half-formed plan surfacing in his hazy, smoked out mind. Itâs a plan for you, Minaâs innocent bookworm of a roommate. Really, heâs kicking himself for not making it a point to meet you ages ago. After all, heâs heard tons about you from Mina. Tons about how shy and quiet you are. He canât believe it took him this long to scope you out.
A wicked grin spreads across his face.
Denki would bet his entire weed stash that youâre a virgin, and he wants to absolutely ruin you.
He opens his phone and taps to his messages.
To: ALPHA CHI BOYS - i found one, guys. sheâs a real cutie.
FRIDAY, 3:45 P.M.
âSo are you bringing your little friend tonight?â
Itâs Denkiâs voice crackling through the speaker on Minaâs phone. Several low voices come through the line too, wondering the same thing.
You peer over at Mina from your bed. It was a long day of classes, and youâve just laid down to rest before starting your seemingly endless pile of schoolwork.
Mina shoots you an apologetic glance from her bed, before looking away to study her nails. âNo, guys,â she says. âI donât think sheâd be down. I donât think sheâs the partying type.â
âCome on, Mina. Just ask her,â Denki pleads sweetly.
âI donât know,â Mina sighs. âShe looks super busy. But let me ask her.â
Mina pulls the phone away from her face, turning her head to look over at you. âHey, y/n?â she asks, with a smile. âWhat are you up to tonight?â
âI have to finish my homework,â you say regretfully. âI was planning to go to bed early since I have my internship in the morningâŚâ
âAaaaw,â Denki whines over the phone; Mina clicks her teeth.
âOh,â you say, frowning. âTheyâre having that party tonight, right?â
âYeah,â Mina says brightly, perking up. âWhy, do you wanna come?â
âOh, no, I was just asking. I donât think I can go,â you say sheepishly. âI just have so much to doâŚâ
âCome on, y/n,â Denki urges brightly. âI can tell you work so hard. Donât you think you deserve a break? At least a little one?â
âBut I have my internship tomorrow morning,â you argue weakly.
Mina sighs. âYouâve never called in sick as long as Iâve known you. One day wonât hurt. Just come, y/n. Itâll be fun.â
âYeah,â Denki pipes. âPleeease?â
âI donât even have anything to wear,â you stammer nervously.
âLet me lend you something,â Mina says cheerfully, sliding off her bed. âIn fact, I have the perfect dress for you.â
You hear someone whistle over the phone; Denki laughs. Minaâs rustling through one of her drawers now, tossing clothes every which way. Finally, she finds the dress sheâs looking for and brandishes it proudly, holding it out in your direction.
âHere, try it on,â she says, tossing it over to your bed.
You pick it up and look at it, frowning. âThis dress is tiny, Mina,â you croak disapprovingly.
âTiny?â a deep voice laughs over the phone. âCall us back on Facetime, let us see it on her.â
âShut up, Kat,â Mina tells the stranger over the phone. âYouâre such a tool.â Then she directs her attention back to you. âGo ahead, y/n,â she says, smiling. âTry it on.â
âOh⌠okay,â you say nervously, as if the guys talking into the phone were actually in the room with you and Mina.
âDonât worry,â Mina chirps, making a show of covering her eyes. âI wonât peek.â
âSheâs shy?â comes an unfamiliar voice through the phone as you drop your clothes to the floor, leaving you just in your bra and panties. âThatâs so sweet.â
You pull Minaâs dress over your head, smooth it over your body, then peek over at her.
âIâm ready,â you say demurely. âYou can look now.â
She uncovers her eyes; her face lights up when she sees you. âWhoa. Do a spin for me,â she says, making a swirling motion with a manicured finger.
âDoes she look as good as Iâm imagining?â Denki laughs.
âYeah. She looks great. Except for one thing.â
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, frowning.
âYou canât wear a bra with that, silly,â Mina grins. âThe entire backâs open.â
Someone over the phone lets out a mean-spirited laugh. You can hear something else in the background, too. Muffled shooting sounds. A video game, maybe.
âButâŚâ you start, lowering your voice. âBut what if my nipples show?â
âThatâs the point, stupid,â sighs Mina. "Now take your bra off.â
âOh, okay,â you say slowly, turning around to unhook your bra and wrangle it off of yourself. You fix the top of the dress, then turn back to Mina.
âDid she free the nipple or what?â Denki teases.
âYup,â Mina smiles. âShe looks great. And sheâs got a nice pair on her, too.â
âSend a picture,â someone snickers in the background of the call.
âYouâre all dogs,â Mina laughs into the phone, before looking back at you. âYouâre wearing that tonight, right, y/n?â
You stammer out a shaky, unintelligible response that Mina takes for an affirmative.
âSo sheâs in?â asks Denki.
âSheâs in,â Mina says quickly, before you have the time to open your mouth and say something.
âGood,â Denki says. You can hear his smile even over the phone. âIt would be a shame if she didnât show that body off.â
Mina laughs. âRight? Weâll see you tonight.â
âYeah.â
The call ends; Mina locks her phone, gives you a wide smile.
FRIDAY, 10:50 P.M.
The thick scent of weed hits your nose as you follow Mina through the door to the Alpha Chi frat house. For how stately the outside of the building is, youâre taken aback by the complete wreck that you see as soon as you step inside.
The lights are low, so you can barely see anything, but thereâs an intermittent flashing - something like a strobe light - that illuminates everything in sporadic intervals. Each time the lights graze over the floor, you see a new atrocity.
Clearly, the partyâs been raging for a while. You and Mina sidestep a pile of discarded beer cans leaking onto the sticky wood floor, before stepping over a guy whoâs passed out in the middle of the entryway. Thereâs a grand staircase right in front of you, and there are several people passed out there, too. People are staggering up and down the stairs, spilling their drinks onto the carpet.
Mina says something to you, but you can barely hear anything over the deafening music and intoxicated, rowdy crowd packing the house.
âWhat?â you yell.
âItâs so fucking crowded in here,â she shouts back over the music. âIâm gonna call Denki.â
You nod, wincing as a group of people pushes past you, heading for the stairs. Mina raises her phone to her ear. Denki must answer immediately, because she starts to shout into her phone. You canât make out the conversation, but itâs quick, and sheâs hanging up not long after.
You and Mina have only been waiting for a few moments when you feel an arm enveloping your neck. You jump. When you look upward, youâre met by a wide, mischievous smile and sleepy gold eyes. Denki tightens his arm around your neck, looks over at Mina.
âHeeeey, you brought the cutie,â he laughs lazily to her. Heâs smoking again, holding the joint between his lips.
âI told you I would,â she teases, plucking the blunt out of his mouth to take a drag from it.
He takes it back, takes a puff. Â Then he blows the smoke out slowly into your face and laughs when you flinch.
âThatâs a cute dress,â Denki says, looking blatantly down at your tits. He meets your eyes with a grin.
As you babble a nervous thank you, Denkiâs thanking his lucky stars for Mina. He canât believe she got you to wear a dress like that. You werenât kidding when you called it tiny over the phone. Itâs so short that your ass is almost hanging out of the bottom of it. Of course, heâd gotten a nice, leisurely look when heâd approached you. But he needs much more than that.
If it was this easy for Mina to convince you to wear something so slutty, he bets that his plan will go much more smoothly than heâd expected.
Minaâs tapping intently down at her phone - texting someone, you think. Denki asks how the drive to the frat house from the dorms was. You speak to him in a shaky voice. Youâre so quiet that he has to lean his head down right next to yours to hear what youâre saying.
Really, heâs glad for the excuse to get right up in your face.
âHey,â Mina shouts suddenly. âY/n, can I leave you with Denki for a bit? I have a, uh, friend waiting for me upstairs.â
Denki laughs. âDonât forget to use protection.â
âShut up,â she snaps, looking back to you for approval.
âWell, I -â
âDonât worry about it,â Denki answers Mina, interrupting you. He looks down at you, smiling. âIâve got you. Iâll take good care of you, I promise.â
âGreat,â Mina chirps. âIâll see you guys later, then.â
And then sheâs off and up the stairs, and youâre still pressed tight up against Denkiâs body, with his arm looped around your neck. He lets you go and leans back against the wall behind him, looking down at you curiously.
âWhatâs up, cutie?â he teases, raking his eyes over the bottom of your dress, which is riding high on your thighs. âAre you nervous or something?â
âIâm not used to parties,â you say softly, looking down at your feet.
âAwww,â he pouts. âI can tell.â
He laughs, then stands up straight and puts a hand on your back, leading you away from the entryway and down a long, dark hallway. âCome on,â he says. âLetâs go sit down and relax for a bit.â
Heâs asking you about your class schedule as he guides you through the crowd and into what seems like a living room. Thereâs a big couch against the wall opposite a massive TV. Â Itâs dark in here, too, and the couch is bathed in the white light coming from the TV screen. There are several people sitting on the couch, a few passed out on it, and a couple making out on the far end. But thereâs a little free space in the midst of all the chaos.
âSo, with all that homework you do,â he says, leading you toward the couch, âI bet you donât have time for video games, huh?â
âIâve never played anything,â you admit sheepishly.
âNo way,â he says incredulously, his eyes widening. âWell, I guess thereâs a first time for everything.â
âI guess so,â you mumble, watching him grab the Playstation controller off the coffee table and lower himself onto the free space on the couch. There isnât room for you on either side of him, and you fidget awkwardly with your hands.
Denki grins knowingly up at your doe-eyed expression.
âWhat are you waiting for, pretty girl?â he teases. He settles further back into the couch cushions, spreading his long legs out, before patting his lap pointedly. âCome sit,â he says playfully, holding up the Playstation controller. âI wanna play with you.â
He laughs when your cheeks go bright red at the innuendo. âDonât worry,â he winks, blowing smoke out of his nostrils. âIâll show you the ropes.â
Denki rests the joint between his lips, then puts his hands out towards you with a sweet smile. You accept them, let him wrangle you onto his lap facing outward. You feel your pulse at your throat as he pulls you tight against him.
He reaches both arms around your waist to rest his forearms on your thighs - below where your dress ends, where itâs just your bare skin. You look down at your lap, watch his fingers move deftly over the controller. Theyâre slender and long; his fingernails are painted black.
âWhat game is this?â you ask shakily, feeling him rest his chin on your shoulder as he clicks through the menu screen.
âResident Evil,â he says. His breath is hot against your neck, and it sends a chill down your spine.
âWanna try it out?â
âUm -â
âHere, hold this,â he says, handing you the controller. You accept it, wrapping your hands around it. Then you watch his hands encompass yours.
Denki moves his fingers on top of yours on the controller, explaining what each button does. Heâs talking into your neck, smiling. He can smell the perfume on your neck, feel the little tremors running through your hands. Youâre so nervous, and he canât help that heâs starting to get hard with you on his lap. Especially peeking down over your shoulder, where he has a perfect view of your dress falling open to reveal your tits. Itâs riding up obscenely high on your cute thighs, too.
If he had it his way, heâd slip your dress up right here on this crowded couch and bounce you up and down his dick in front of everyone.
But he knows he has to share.
âYou got it?â he asks, squeezing your hands under his.
âI think so.â
âGreat,â he says against your neck, releasing your hands. He reaches up to his mouth to retrieve the joint from between his lips. He takes a deep drag, blows the smoke out against your neck. You squirm a little; it makes his dick harder.
âJust try not to die, âkay?â he says.
You nod, then start the game.
He watches, amused, as you shakily navigate your character through a dilapidated, snowed-in village. Youâre alright until shapes start to fly at you through the screen. The controller starts to vibrate; you jump. Denki laughs, rests one hand on your thigh, drags a fingertip under the bottom of your dress.
As your character is swarmed by werewolves, you struggle to remember what button does what. You try to escape, but itâs futile. And before you know it, youâre dead.
You drop the controller on the couch with a pounding heart, looking down at Denkiâs hand on your leg. He gives your thigh a little squeeze.
âMan,â you say shakily, turning your head back to look up at him with wide eyes. âThat was scary.â
Denki grins, amused. He takes a final drag, blows the smoke out against the side of your face.
âYouâre too fucking cute, you know that?â he says.
You break eye contact, nervous.
âI canât wait to introduce you to my friends,â he says, grabbing your stomach to steady you as he leans forward to flick the remainder of his joint onto an ass-shaped ashtray sitting on the coffee table. You feel his dick press against you before he leans back, and you stiffen under his grasp.
âWhatâs up?â he teases. âYou okay?â
âY-yeah,â you stammer.
âWhy donât you try again?â he asks, picking the controller up and handing it back to you.
You obey. And this time, just a fraction of a second after youâve started the game, he brings both hands to your thighs, slipping the bottom of your dress up slightly.
âI like this dress on you,â he says, with his mouth pressed against your neck.
You take a shaky breath, struggling to control your character in even the most basic ways. âIâm so bad at this,â you say quietly.
âNah,â he teases, pressing a little kiss to your jugular that makes you shiver. âYouâre doing great.â
Youâve just died for the second time at the hands of the werewolves when you feel Denki take his face off your neck.
âHey, guys,â he yells.
You look in the direction heâs yelling and feel your stomach drop when you see who heâs addressing. Itâs a group of three guys pushing through the crowd as they come into the room. You thought Denki was big - and he is. At least six foot, youâre sure of it.
But theyâre monsters. Taller than Denki, towering over the people in the crowd. Especially the last guy, who has to duck through the door frame to enter the room. He smiles sheepishly, says something that you canât hear to the blond guy heâs with.
âI swear theyâre building door frames smaller these days, man,â the big one is saying.
âNo, theyâre not,â his blond friend replies irritably. âYou just need to lay off the steroids.â
âHow does that affect his height?â snickers their other friend. âYouâre just salty that Kiriâs taller than you.â
âFuck you, string bean,â replies the blond.
âMy friends are gonna love you,â Denki laughs into your ear as they approach. Your heart is racing, watching their massive figures part the crowd.
âKiri,â he says, pointing to the big guy with the red hair and friendly face.
âBakugou.â The angry-looking blond with the tattoo snaking up his neck. âBut we call him Kat, because he hates it.â
âSero.â The lanky, dark-haired one with the cocky grin on his face.
As they round the couch, Bakugou snaps at the people beside Denki to clear out, opening seats up on either side of you. The displaced people leave the room, retreating somewhere into the dark depths of the frat house.
And now Denkiâs friends are towering over you, staring down at you like a hungry pack of wolves. Bakugou smirks down at you, then raises his beer bottle to his mouth and takes a sip. Kiri and Sero eye you out appraisingly, passing a blunt back and forth.
You fidget nervously with the bottom of your dress as their eyes graze over you. You try to pull your dress a little down your thighs so there isnât so much skin showing, but this just ends up pulling the fabric further down your tits. Bakugouâs grin deepens.
âThis is Minaâs roommate, y/n,â Denki says, squeezing your thighs. âIsnât she sweet?â
âSuper sweet,â Sero grins, blowing smoke out into your face. Heâs the first one to sit, settling into the couch on your left side. His eyes wander blatantly over your chest, where your dress is hanging obscenely low.
âWhat did I say about starting without us, short stack?â Bakugou sneers to Denki over your shoulder. He takes another sip of his beer, then leans down to you so heâs right up in your face. You flinch and lean back against Denkiâs chest to put some space between you and Bakugou. Denki chuckles.
âYou didnât tell us she was this cute,â Bakugou grins. He brings his fingers to your cheek, gives it a hard, nasty pinch. You wince.
âAw, sensitive little bitch?â Bakugou laughs. He gives your face a light slap; Sero snorts.
âOuch,â you say quietly. Your eyes are tearing up from the treatment; you frown.
âDonât be such a fucking asshole,â says Kiri, shoving Bakugou roughly toward the couch. Bakugou just laughs in response, then sits down on your right side with his leg touching yours.
Kiri crouches in front of you. Heâs a giant: so big that crouching brings him to eye level with you. âHi, sweetheart,â he says, smiling sweetly. âItâs nice to meet you. How are you?â
âIâm good,â you say, trembling slightly. âItâs nice to meet you, too.â
âAre you okay?â he asks, concerned. âIs this little perv bothering you?â he jokes, jerking his head over your shoulder, toward Denki.
You shake your head quickly as Denki laughs. âIâve been taking good care of her, big guy,â he says, bringing his arms around your waist and squeezing you close to him.
Kiri places a massive, hot hand on your knee and smiles amiably up at you. âYou can tell me if he gets out of line,â he says reassuringly. âIâll put him in his place, okay?â he smiles.
You nod. âThank you.â
âAnytime,â he says, settling onto the ground close to your leg. âWhat are you up to, princess?â he asks, taking the blunt back from Sero and taking a long drag from it.
âDenki was showing me how to play Resident Evil,â you say demurely.
âItâs her first time,â says Denki, looking at his friends pointedly. âCan you believe that?â
âNo way,â Sero drawls. âYou popped her cherry without us?â
âJust for the game,â Denki says, smiling.
âWell, what are you waiting for?â Sero laughs, handing you the Playstation controller. âYouâre gonna show us what you learned, right?â
âUm⌠okay,â you say shakily.
They watch you navigate the village again, and you can feel them all staring at you as you keep your eyes glued to the screen.
âSheâs doing great for her first time, huh?â Denki laughs against your neck.
âYeah,â Kiri says, resting his head against your leg. âSheâs doing so well.â
Even though you know whatâs coming, it still startles you when the werewolves swarm your character.
You jump; a little yelp falls from your mouth. The still-vibrating controller falls from your shaking hands, bounces off your lap, and hits the carpet.
âSheâs pretty jumpy, huh?â Bakugou grins at you, sipping his beer with his leg pressed up against yours. âWhat, are you really scared? From a little game?â
You frown. âWell, I ââ
âAwww,â Sero says sarcastically. âI think you hurt her feelings. Poor little thing might cry.â
âYouâre both such fucking assholes,â Kiri says. âNo wonder nobody likes you.â He picks the controller up off the ground, hands it to you with a sweet, sympathetic smile.
âThank you,â you say shyly.
âWhatever,â Bakugou says irritably. âThis is boring as fuck. Letâs go play beer pong.â
Before you can argue, everyone rises to their feet. Youâre dumped, standing, off of Denkiâs lap. Someoneâs big hands envelop your hips; another hand squeezes the back of your neck. A sneaky one gropes quickly at your ass as the four of them push you toward the table near the wall on the other side of the room.
Thereâs a huge mess on the table: blunt roaches, plastic cups, half-full cans everywhere. Several bottles are tipped over, leaking sticky liquid onto the tabletop.
Kiri grabs the big black bin resting against the wall and starts to sweep the mess into it. You hear the cans and bottles clattering on top of each other, the thick liquid sloshing into the bin.
Bakugou grabs a package of plastic cups off the floor and starts to set them on the tabletop in a triangle formation. Once thereâs a triangle on each side of the table, he rummages through a cooler near the table and cracks open several beers, pouring them messily into the cups. Once the cans are empty, he throws them into the bin Kiriâs holding.
âUm, how do you play this?â you ask, tugging at Denkiâs sleeve. âIâve never really done something like this before.â
Denki laughs. âOf course you havenât,â he says, pausing to bend over and grab a ping pong ball out from under the table. He brandishes it with a grin.
âSo basically, you throw this ball. Try to make it into a cup in the other teamâs triangle of cups. And if you make it in, they have to drink the beer out of that cup. Each team takes turns throwing. Whoever runs out of cups first loses.â
âBut I donât drink,â you croak weakly.
âThereâs a first time for everything,â Sero interjects, smiling.
âNah,â Denki says, rubbing your back reassuringly. âIâve got you. Iâll drink for you.â
âFuck that,â Bakugou says, from across the table. âWeâll raise the stakes, then, since you idiots are cheating. Everyone on the losing team has to take off one article of clothing.â His face twists up into a mean-spirited grin.
You gulp, fidgeting nervously with your hands. All you have on under your dress is a pair of panties. What if you lose? You look around the room with your heart racing in your chest. There are still tons of people around.
Kiriâs leaning back against the wall, taking his turn with the shared blunt. He looks at you, low-eyed. âThatâs not really fair,â he argues, sparing you a sympathetic glance. âWhat about the lady? Thatâs fucked up, guys.â
âWeâll stack our team, then,â Denki shrugs to Kiri. âThree against two. Me, Sero, and y/n. Against you and Bakugou. Weâll have an extra, so thereâs an advantage.â
Before you have the chance to ask how that really counts as an advantage, Kiri shrugs in agreement. And you completely miss the sly look that Denki and Sero exchange. Because neither of them has the slightest intention of letting your team win. Really, theyâre all in on it, because they all want to see what kind of body youâre hiding under that slutty little dress.
The game doesnât last very long.
For some reason, your teammates are awful at throwing. So the opposing team dominates. Bakugou and Kiri land the ball in your teamâs cups every single turn and, soon enough, Denki and Sero are slurring their words and letting their curious hands grope your ass between turns.
Itâs over before you know it, and your team has lost miserably.
Kiri must be on cleanup duty. He takes it upon himself to clear the plastic cups off the table again, sweeping the empty ones into the black bin that reeks of mixed alcohol.
âGo on, losers,â Bakugou says to your team with a wicked smile, downing the alcohol remaining in one of the cups.
Sero pulls his shirt off first. You gulp, try not to stare at his lean, lanky frame.
âYou too, short stack,â Bakugou says to Denki.
âFine. Pervert,â Denki slurs. He peels his shirt off, throws it to the side. You take a deep breath, eyeing out his exposed body. He catches you staring and offers you a wide, satisfied smile. Heâs lean too, especially around the waist. But heâs well-built, with big shoulders and a solid V leading down into his waistband.
And the piercings: one on his belly button. Nipple piercings too. Little stick and poke tattoos scattered around his body. You avert your eyes.
âDonât tell me youâve never seen a guy shirtless before,â Denki teases, laughing at your awestruck face. âYouâre too cute.â
Youâre babbling an incoherent response with burning cheeks when Bakugou points at you from across the table. âYou donât think youâre getting out of it, do you, loser?â he sneers, before downing the contents of one of the few remaining plastic cups and tossing it into the bin.
âDonât make me come rip that fucking dress off you,â he grins, laughing when your eyes widen fearfully.
âChill the fuck out, Kat,â Kiri says, taking a deep drag from his blunt. Heâs resting back against the wall, looking at Bakugou distastefully. âYouâre being a fucking ass, you know that?â
As youâre thinking about what a gentleman he is, Kiriâs picturing his friend ripping your dress off you and leaving it in shreds on the floor. Heâd like to see you standing there all naked and vulnerable with your tits out. He wonders what kind of panties youâre wearing.
But heâs worked hard to curate his nice guy reputation, so he suppresses the perverted smile thatâs threatening to surface on his face as he looks at your timid figure.
âIâm just enforcing the rules of the game,â Bakugou drawls.
âYou knowâŚ,â starts Sero, turning to smile down at you. You feel like youâre shrinking in front of his hungry expression. âI guess it is only fair, y/n,â he laughs. âI mean, you did agree to it when we all started playing.â
âBut what about all of the people in here?â you say weakly, shooting Denki a panicked look. âTheyâre gonna see⌠Iâm not even wearing a braâŚâ
Bakugouâs grin deepens; heâs a second away from walking over there and grabbing you by the throat so he can tear the fabric off of you. And Kiriâs shifting against the wall, because his pants are getting tight from hearing your innocent voice whine in fear.
âItâs okay, cutie,â Denki says. He gestures between himself and Sero. âLook, weâre shirtless, too. Donât even worry about it.â He smiles reassuringly. âYouâre with all of us. No oneâs gonna mess with you, âkay?â
âOh, I donât know,â you say shakily.
âLook,â Denki smiles, coming closer to you. He sits at the edge of the table, with his knee grazing your thigh as you stand in front of him, cowering. âYouâre fine,â he says, bringing his long fingers to the bottom of your dress.
Heâs getting impatient now; heâs been waiting way too long to see your cute body out of that dress.
âYouâre fine,â Denki smiles, tugging your dress up slightly so it rides higher on your thighs. Sero smiles, watching the bottom of your ass pop out just slightly.
âIâll even help you take it off, see?â Denki grins.
Kiri comes over to your side of the table now, handing the blunt off to Sero before leaning against the table to watch you curiously. His eyes flick back and forth between your face and your thighs. He canât wait to get his big hands on you, to squeeze the fat of your thighs hard and make you yelp.
Bakugou finishes off the beer in the last remaining plastic cup, then tosses it into the trash can and comes to join the rest of his friends at your side of the table.
And now all of them are crowding around you like a ravenous pack of wolves, grinning down at you in anticipation. Your heart is going wild in your chest.
âOkay,â you agree weakly.
âAttagirl,â Denki laughs, gripping the bottom of your dress and pulling it up, further and further and further.
Denkiâs friends watch intently as he pulls your dress upward. They savor every new inch of skin they see, licking their lips in anticipation like theyâre going to eat you alive. And soon, they can see the apex of your cute thighs, your sweet little panties. Theyâre looking hard enough to see the outline of your pussy through the thin white fabric.
They can barely hold themselves back, watching Denki pull your dress off of you so slowly.
The best part of it is when Denki pulls your dress up over your tits. Their eyes go wide as they watch your tits bounce a little, coming free from the tight confines of the fabric.
Maybe if your dress werenât obscuring your view, youâd be horrified at the predatory leers on their faces.
As Denki drops your dress to the floor, your hands shoot up to cover your chest. Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment. Youâre sure the people in this crowded room are all looking right at you. But when you glance around, you find that no one but the four boys really seem to care.
Itâs almost as if this is a regular occurrence here in this debauched frat house.
âAwww,â Bakugou sneers. âLook how shy she is.â He laughs when you flinch. âYouâre gonna show us your tits, right?â
You look at the ground, too embarrassed to meet their eyes.
âDonât be shy,â Sero smiles, blowing smoke in your direction. He passes the blunt to Kiri, who watches you with intent, puffy eyes. Heâs waiting for another glimpse of your perfect tits, his dick throbbing hard against his pants.
âCome on, pretty girl,â Denki says sweetly. âCan we see?â
âAh, guys,â Kiri says disapprovingly, failing to restrain the little smile pulling the corners of his mouth up. Little puffs of smoke come from his mouth and nose with each word. âThis is a little fucked up, donât you think?â he says.
But even as he says it, heâs eyeing out the way the fat of your tits spills between your fingers, and he wants to pin your weak little arms down so you canât cover your chest up anymore. Heâd like to amplify that sweet, embarrassed look youâre wearing on your face.
âNah,â Denki smiles, wrapping his hands around your hips. âWhoâs gonna bother her when weâve got her?â
Bakugou laughs, takes a puff of Kiriâs blunt.
âYouâre okay, right?â Denki asks, cradling your face sweetly.
You nod. He smiles, brings his greedy hands down to your ass and squeezes it needily before hoisting you up and turning to set you on the table. Itâs sticky under your thighs, wet with spilled alcohol.
âLook, relax,â Denki says, nudging his hips in between your thighs and caging you in with a hand on either side of you. His friends tower behind him, leering down at you.
âWeâll take good care of you, cutie,â Denki says, placing his hands lightly on your thighs. He runs his thumbs over your skin lightly; you shiver. âWeâll keep you safe. âKay?â
Youâre still covering your chest shyly, and Denkiâs sick of waiting to see your tits. He puts his hands out palm up with a sweet smile, gesturing for your hands.
âItâs alright,â he says, smiling. âWe just wanna see how pretty you are.â
You nod hesitantly, then slowly take your hands off your chest and put them in Denkiâs.
âThatâs a good girl,â he says, looking hungrily down at your chest. You have such a nice pair of tits; he wants to pull you off the table, force you onto your knees, fuck your tits until heâs cumming all over your face.
But he has to share.
âFuck,â Bakugou grins, reaching out to tweak one of your nipples roughly. âWhy would you wanna hide these from us, baby?â
You flinch and try to pry your hands free of Denkiâs to cover your chest again. But he tightens his hands around yours so you canât get free. Bakugou laughs in your face.
You look around nervously, hoping one of the others will be nicer to you. Kiriâs finishing a can of beer. He crushes it in his big hand, then tosses it over the side of the table. You hear it clatter into the bin. Then you watch him glance down at your tits, running his tongue over his lips. Heâs completely hard now, and he wants to bury his dick inside of you. Heâs dying to spill all his cum in you, to see it dripping out of your pussy.
He looks up at your face, smiles sweetly.
âWhy are you so nervous, huh?â Sero laughs, holding the blunt in between his lips. He adjusts his pants to give his hard dick more room. He thinks youâre a disobedient little brat, covering your tits up like that, and he wants to punish you for it.
âI donât know,â you say shakily.
âHey,â Denki coos sympathetically. âWhy are you so worked up? Why donât you relax, pretty girl? Can you do that for me?â
You nod. âI think so.â
âYouâre so sweet,â he says, bringing a finger up to your chin. He nudges your face upward, smiling sweetly down at you. His pretty eyes are sending butterflies through your chest. He pushes a little further between your thighs, spreading them around his hips, as he brings his face to yours.
You can hear his friends snickering as Denki pushes his tongue between your lips. He grabs your ass, brings you right to the edge of the table so your legs are completely spread open around his hips. Your pussy is pushed right up against his hard, aching dick; you can feel the heat of it through the thin fabric of your panties.
He kisses you a little harder, and you reciprocate it, squeezing your hands on his shoulders.
If he had it his way, Denki would rip your panties off right now. Heâd lay you out on this slick table and fuck the shit out of you in front of all his friends, just to show them all who youâve been acting like such a little slut since you showed up at this party.
âAw, sheâs really getting into it,â Bakugou sneers. âHow cute.â
You feel Denki supporting the back of your head. As he kisses you, he pushes you down until youâre laid out flat on the table, with his bare chest pressing into yours.
He pulls back, supporting himself on his left forearm with his right hand spanning across your waist. You use the chance to gasp for air, taking in your surroundings.
Denkiâs friends are leaning over the table, watching you curiously as they ingest their substances. They all think you look absolutely adorable, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. And that embarrassed little expression on your face is just so cute. The best part of it is the way you squirm against Denkiâs hard dick, with him pressed up against you, and your legs spread wide open. They all wish it was them between your legs. Each one of them thinks they would be the right one to give you just what you need.
Each of them wants to be the one to stretch out your tight, wet pussy for the very first time.
Denki watches your eyes dart nervously between the boys behind him. A look of embarrassment crosses your face.
âMy friends think youâre so cute,â Denki says sweetly, still leaning over you. âThey can watch, right? Youâll let them watch?â
âOh⌠okay,â you agree demurely.
âGood girl,â Denki says.
âDoes it hurt to have your head on the hard table, princess?â Kiri asks, towering over Denkiâs shoulder. Thereâs a look of sweet concern on his face.
You nod, biting your lip.
âPoor thing,â Kiri says, frowning. âLet me help you.â
Kiri leans his big figure slightly over to pull his hoodie over his head. As soon as it comes off, your eyes widen. Itâs not like you couldnât tell he was big, especially with the way he dwarfs his friends. But maybe his sweet demeanor was preventing you from really realizing the extent of his size.
Now that heâs shirtless you can really take it in. Heâs huge, so massive and cut that youâre afraid to look at him for too long. Like the just the sight of his ripped body could break you in half. You watch his arms flex as he folds his hoodie up into a little pillow for you.
âLift your head up for me, princess,â he says, leaning over you.
You do, allowing him to slip the hoodie under your head. Itâs soft, much more comfortable than the hard, sticky tabletop. And it smells deep and aromatic, just like him.
âThank you,â you say quietly.
Youâre still slack-jawed, looking up at his body. Kiri moves a little hair out of your face, then laughs softly. Heâs used to girls looking at him like this: apprehensive, awestruck, sometimes even a little bit fearful. And he likes that look best on innocent faces like yours, because it makes it even more rewarding to see your eyes rolling back when he splits you open on his dick.
âWhatâs up, huh?â he asks, with an anticipatory smile on his face. Heâs thinking about how good itâll feel to get your little virgin pussy used to the monster heâs hiding in his pants. âYou good?â he says, feigning concern.
âY-yeah,â you croak, letting out a little gasp as you feel hands spreading your thighs open even wider.
You prop yourself up on your elbows to look down between your legs. Denkiâs spreading them wide open, standing back slightly to look down at your pussy. He runs his fingers lightly over your panties. You squirm, gasping, and all of the hungry eyes on you widen greedily.
Denki runs his teasing fingers slowly over your panties, watching you gasp. He wants to take his time getting you wet. Because itâs fun to make his friends wait. He knows that they get all worked up, and he likes to be the one to tease and tease while they just sit there, watching. His dick is throbbing in his pants, sticky with precum, but itâs worth it. Because he knows that the longer he waits to fuck you, the better itâll feel when he finally gets his dick wet.
âUm, Iâve⌠Iâve never done something like this before,â you stammer nervously.
As you look back and forth between the four of them fearfully, their faces twist up into nasty grins. The way your virgin body is spread out so obscenely on the sticky, dirty table is driving them crazy. So is the puffy outline of your pussy that they can just barely see through your damp white panties.
They just canât wait to absolutely ruin you. Youâre so sweet, so innocent; they canât wait to get their dicks wet, to hear what your demure little voice sounds like moaning as you take their dicks. They want to show you what it feels like to get fucked.
They want to initiate you.
â⌠So youâre a virgin?â Denki asks, feigning surprise.
You nod, biting your lip. âIs that okay?â
Bakugou laughs, takes a big swig of his beer. He thinks your confused, embarrassed face is the sweetest thing heâs ever seen; he wonders what youâd look like covered in cum.
Sero blows smoke out of his nose, grinning. âEven better,â he says.
Now that they know for sure that you really are as innocent as you seem, theyâre getting even more excited to fuck you. Bakugouâs dick is aching, leaking precum on his thigh. Itâs been a while since heâs fucked a virgin. Heâs missed the feeling of turning an innocent, timid little thing like you into a nasty, screaming slut. And thatâs his favorite thing about this: being the one to fuck that frightened little expression off your face until youâre moaning on his cock.
Denki laughs, squeezing your thigh softly. He knew from the first moment he saw you.
âI didnât think you could get any cuter,â he says.
Kiriâs still leaning close to you over the table; he has been, ever since he gave you his jacket. He strokes your hair, trying to resist the urge to pull his dick out and shove it between your slightly parted lips.
âSo youâve never had your pussy eaten, then?â Denki grins.
You wince at the dirty words, then shake your head. The boys are thinking about how adorable it is that you canât even stand to hear the words. They canât wait to see how embarrassed youâll be when Denki actually puts his face between your legs. They just know your face will be priceless. Bakugou shifts, adjusting his hard dick in his pants.
âI didnât think so,â Denki laughs.
He brings his hand to your pussy again, runs his slender fingers over the outside of your panties until youâre squirming. Heâs leaning over you a little now, and he loves how your expression is changing as he teases you: the way your eyebrows are furrowed up, your innocent little mouth hanging open.
âYouâre so fucking sensitive,â he smiles, brushing his fingers over your clit, watching you shiver. He looks down at the little wet spot on your panties and bites his lip. He really wants to bury his face between your legs, taste those sweet juices leaking out of you.
He wants to be the first one to eat you.
âI wanna taste you,â Denki pouts. âCan I taste you?â
âI ââ you start, but pause to twitch as he gives your clit a few light slaps through your panties. âOh my god,â you say quietly.
âI promise itâs gonna feel good,â he says sweetly.
âI donât know,â you say nervously.
The boys are starting to get impatient. Theyâre all so hard, aching to fill you up with their cocks. They want to stuff every single one of your virgin holes, touch every part of you thatâs never been touched before. And each of them wants to be the first to feel the tight wetness of your pussy, to stretch you out until youâre screaming.
âWhat if my friends help you relax first?â Denki smiles. âYou want them to get you nice and relaxed before I taste you, pretty girl?â
âYes,â you say shakily. Your eyes dart up to Kiri, whoâs still stroking your hair tenderly.
âOh, you want Kiri?â Denki says sweetly. âYou like the nice guys, huh?â
Bakugou and Sero both snicker, swapping substances. Theyâre not surprised you want Kiri. After all, thatâs his thing. He works hard to get girls comfortable, because theyâd be terrified of him otherwise â especially sweet little virgins like you. So he puts on his nice guy facade, gets them used to it until they look to him for protection.
And thatâs okay with them. Because neither of them have the patience to play nice. They just want to abuse you.
âWell, go on, Kiri,â Denki teases, continuing to rub at your clit lightly through your panties.
Kiri smiles sweetly down at you, then leans further toward you over the table. Youâre still propped up on your elbows when he brings his face down to yours. He can feel you trembling, and for some animalistic reason, it makes him want to fuck you even more.
âItâs alright,â Kiri says softly. âWeâre gonna make you feel real good. You want that, princess?â
You nod, whimpering as Denki teases you a little harder through your panties. He crouches down, places light kisses on the inside of your thighs. A shaky moan falls from your mouth, and he squeezes his dick in his pants. He wants to hear you moaning more. Louder. Until youâre screaming his name, cumming all over his tongue.
âShit, look at you,â Kiri says. Heâs devouring the expression on your face; he loves to see your eyelids fluttering, your mouth hanging open. That expression is addicting to him. He bets youâd make even cuter faces if he shoved his hard dick into you and fucked you dumb.
âFeels good, huh?â he teases.
âYes,â you say breathily.
Denki continues to place sloppy kisses on your thighs with his fingers pressed to your panties, feeling the fabric there get wetter and wetter. Kiriâs mouth meets yours, slow and gentle. And soon, youâre moaning into it, squirming desperately against Denkiâs teasing fingers.
Kiri moves his mouth down your neck, places soft, sloppy kisses on your skin. He has one massive hand wrapped around the back of your neck, supporting your head; the other is kneading your tits gently. Itâs taking everything in him to keep from squeezing them so hard you cry. But thatâs okay; this is the price he has to pay to win your favor. He can tell from the way you grab desperately at his hair that youâll let him stretch your tight little pussy out.
So heâll be patient.
âYou like this, baby?â he asks against your neck, rubbing your tits gently.
âYes,â you gasp. Youâre starting to get overwhelmed by the pleasure from the two of them toying with your body. Kiriâs licking your neck and squeezing your tits, and Denkiâs kissing your thighs as he teases your clit.
Kiri brings his pointer finger and his thumb to his mouth, licks them to lube them up. He uses his fingers to tweak your nipples softly.
âFuck,â he smiles, watching you squirm under his touch. âYouâre so fucking adorable.â
Bakugou and Sero are leaning against the edge of the table with amused smiles on their faces as they watch you get groped by their friends. The two of them are excited to wreck you, but itâs taking so long. Sometimes itâs tedious for them to wait while the two nice guys get girls ready.
But itâs always worth it to go in and ruin a dripping pussy. They like taking advantage of their friendsâ hard work. After all, the two of them arenât patient enough to do the teasing themselves. Theyâd definitely lose control, end up fucking you with no prep.
So instead, they settle for trading substances as the nice guys test their patience. They watch the show intently together, getting higher and drunker.
Denki looks with sleepy eyes at the growing wet spot on your panties, drags his fingers lazily over it, savoring the feeling of the soaked fabric.
âAw, pretty girl,â he says. âYouâre so wet for us already.â
Denki licks his lips, then presses his mouth to your wet panties. He kisses and licks your clit softly through the fabric until youâre gasping.
Kiri wraps his hand up in your hair and pulls your head a little to expose your neck. He drags his tongue up your neck to your mouth, meets your lips in another messy kiss. Denki keeps licking your cunt through the damp fabric of your panties, and it has you gasping into Kiriâs mouth between kisses. The heat of Denkiâs tongue is getting you wetter and wetter.
Kiri wants to be where Denki is; he bets your pussy tastes as good as your sweet mouth, if not better. But Mr. Nice Guy is getting impatient; his dick is aching in his pants, and heâs dying for some kind of relief.
So he wants to hurry this up.
âCan my friends touch you, too?â Kiri asks against your mouth.
You nod obediently.
âYouâre such a good girl,â he says, as he lays your head gently back down on his jacket.
Sero laughs, taking one final puff from the blunt before flicking the roach into the bin. âPerfect timing,â he says, smiling.
âAlways takes so fucking long to get them ready,â Bakugou says as he pulls his shirt off.
As Kiri brings his hungry mouth back to yours and pushes his big tongue deep into your mouth, Bakugou and Sero cage you in on either side. Theyâve been waiting so long for this, and they donât hold back when they start groping you. You flinch with each nasty pinch, each squeeze to your thighs and tits.
Denkiâs starting to lick at your clit harder, and your hips start to lift off the table as you moan into Kiriâs mouth. Bakugou grabs you by the hips, slams you roughly back down onto the table.
âI thought you were a virgin,â Bakugou taunts. âSo why are you moaning like such a little whore?â
You whimper into Kiriâs mouth. He kisses you deeply, ignoring the way his friends are manhandling you. Bakugou slaps and pinches your tits until tears are rolling down the side of your face. Your mind is hazy and confused, muddled by the combination of wet pleasure and stinging pain. The area between your legs is so swollen, and Denki just keeps teasing you through your panties.
You feel Seroâs mouth latch onto your nipple. He bites you hard, and you cry out into Kiriâs mouth.
âDonât worry,â Kiri says sweetly against your lips. âTheyâre just a little overeager. But youâre a big girl⌠you can take it, canât you? Youâll do that for me, wonât you, sweetheart?â
âMhm,â you say tearily, nodding your head obediently.
Kiri pulls back and looks down at you curiously, watching you flinch as Sero delivers another nasty slap to your chest. Bakugou spits onto your chest right after, rubs the slick liquid over your tits.
âIs she ready?â Denki asks his friends, with his face still between your legs. He hooks his fingers over the sides of your panties.
âDo you want us to make you feel even better, princess?â Kiri smiles down at you.
âPlease,â you whimper.
âSheâs ready,â he says, grinning over your body at Denki.
Your heart jumps into your throat as you feel Denki pulling your panties all the way down until heâs untangling them from your feet. Kiriâs mouth comes back down to suck at your neck.
âFuck,â Denki murmurs. âYou have such a pretty little pussy.â
You wince at the words, tangling your hands up in Kiriâs hair as he works at your neck, squirming slightly each time Bakugou and Sero get too rough with your tits. Denki starts with a little lick at your pussy. Finally feeling his hot, wet tongue on you after so much teasing has your eyes fluttering closed.
While your eyes are closed, Bakugou and Kiri exchange glances. They switch places, so Kiriâs at your side, and Bakugouâs near your head.
Your pussy is extra sensitive after all of the teasing and touching youâve endured. So the moans flow easily from your mouth as Denki licks your pussy and eats up all the juices dripping out of your slit. He lets out a soft mm, right before turning his attention to your throbbing clit. He sucks on it, gets your back arching off the table again.
âLook at her,â Bakugou laughs nastily, watching you squirm with a smirk on his face. âAll that after just one lick to her pussy.â
âI bet sheâll cum before one of us even fucks her,â Sero grins.
âSuch a cute little virgin,â Bakugou sneers. âWhere do you even find these girls, Denki?â
âFuck,â Denki groans into your pussy, squeezing his dick through his pants. Heâs too distracted to answer his friendâs question, too drunk on your pussy. âYou taste so good,â he says breathily.
He continues to lick at your clit, enjoying the noises heâs drawing out of you: demure, quiet little moans that make his dick twitch in his pants. His friends are all leaning over you, staring down at your squirming body hungrily. You look so good when youâre feeling good like that. Theyâre all wishing they could be in Denkiâs spot. They want to taste your tight little pussy until your juices coat their tongues.
You shudder and squirm as Denki flicks his tongue faster on your clit, your hips raising off the table again. Kiri and Sero exchange a look over your body, and then you feel their hands on your hips, slamming you back down onto the table to keep you still for Denki.
âSheâs doing so fucking well for her first time, isnât she guys?â Kiri grins at his friends over your body. âYou think sheâll cum for us soon?â
âLooks like it,â Sero laughs, watching your eyes roll back with an amused smile.
âOh my god,â you whimper, balling your hands up into fists as Denkiâs tongue teases your dripping slit.
âFeels fucking good, doesnât it?â Bakugou leers. He brings his hand to your face to scrunch up your cheeks. âOpen your eyes,â he commands roughly. âLook at me.â
You force your eyes open, making a conscious effort to keep them from rolling back. The feeling of Denkiâs tongue lapping at your pussy as Kiri and Sero tweak your nipples is too much, and your muscles are starting to tense up.
âSuch a cute rack,â Sero says, before delivering a sharp smack to your chest. You cry out, bringing a hand up in self-defense.
âUh uh,â Bakugou says, shaking his head.
He grabs your hands roughly and wrenches them above your head, pinning them against the table with one hand. Your eyes are blurry with tears, but you can see the smile twisting his mouth up. And now that your arms are pinned above your head, Sero slaps your tits until youâre sniffling, tears running down your cheeks.
Denki spits on your clit and delivers a slap to it. Your hips jerk upward reflexively; Kiri bars his arm over them, slamming your body back down onto the table so you canât move again.
âIs this what you wanted, wearing that tiny little dress here?â Bakugou sneers, leaning right over you. His chain swings over your face. âYou nasty little bitch,â he laughs.
âI didnât ââ you start, but you trail off as you feel Denkiâs hot tongue pushing at the entrance of your pussy. Bakugou frowns; he doesnât like that â disobedient little bitches who canât even answer simple yes or no questions.
âAnswer me, you fucking slut,â Bakugou says, slapping your cheek. He tightens his fingers around your wrist, watching you wince. âAt least tell me what a little slut you are,â he spits. âSay it.â
âIâm a slut,â you answer tearily.
âThatâs right,â he grins. He loves that. An innocent girl admitting just how much of a whore she is really gets his dick hard.
Denkiâs eating you sloppily now, drunk off the sweet taste of your pussy. Heâs fucking his tongue in and out of your tight hole, rubbing his hand over his dick through the fabric of his pants. His little moans vibrate your pussy and heighten the incredible feeling of his mouth for you.
Itâs too good. You canât take it much longer. Your muscles are tightening, and your legs are clamping hard around his head, pulling his face so hard against your pussy that he can barely even breathe. But he loves that, because he loves to know that youâre feeling good, that you want his tongue to fuck you that badly.
âGotta keep your legs spread open, sweetheart,â Kiri says, exchanging a scheming glance with Sero.
From their places at either side of your body, each of them grabs one of your legs and holds it open. Kiri uses his free arm to keep your hips held down.
Now that youâre pinned down on the table with your legs held open, Denki has more space between your legs. He brings his fingers up, draws soft circles over your clit and licks up and down your slit until youâre gasping for air.
âWow, youâre sensitive,â Denki laughs from between your legs. âFuck. Youâre so cute. And you taste so fucking good.â
âIf she tastes that fucking good and you donât wanna share, why donât you give her a little more, Kami?â Sero laughs. He uses his free hand to grab Denkiâs hair, shoving his face into your pussy roughly.
âDamn,â Bakugou laughs into your fucked out face. âI bet we can turn this one into a little slut for dick. Look how much the cute little bitch loves getting her pussy eaten.â
You moan, making a futile attempt to free your aching wrists from Bakugouâs hand. When Kiri and Sero bring their faces to your tits to suck your nipples, you cry out. Itâs so much, and youâre so sensitive, so stimulated everywhere, that you can barely take it.
Youâre too busy moaning to say anything in response, and Bakugou doesnât like that one bit. He likes his bitches responsive. Obedient.
âWhat, are you fucking stupid?â he sneers down at you, slapping your face. âCanât fucking answer me?â
âIâm sorry, I â I â oh my god,â you whimper, your mouth hanging open as the tension inside of you builds higher.
âI â I â,â Bakugou mocks you nastily. âDumb bitch canât even talk,â he laughs.
Bakugouâs pissed off now. If youâre going to act like a stupid whore, heâs going to treat you like one. So he leans over, spits messily onto your mouth. Most of it goes inside of your mouth, landing on your tongue; the rest of it splatters over your lips.
âBe a good little slut,â he laughs into your face, slapping your cheek hard enough that your eyes tear up. âSwallow that for me.â
Obediently, you choke his hot spit down, feeling Denki speed up his pace on your clit eagerly.
âThere you go,â Bakugou leers.
âIt â feels so good,â you gasp. Because the boys are all going at you eagerly now. Seroâs squeezing your thigh hard as he laps messily at your tits. Kiriâs pressing messy kisses to your stomach, marking your skin with hickies so you know just who you belong to.
Bakugou brings his mouth to yours and kisses you aggressively, nipping at your lips until you taste blood. He squeezes his hands tighter around your wrists.
âItâll feel even better when that little pervert sticks his fingers inside of you,â Bakugou grins against your mouth.
âInside of me?â you say shakily.
âDonât be scared,â Denki says against your thigh. âItâs gonna make everything even better, pretty girl.â
âOkay,â you say fearfully, right before Bakugouâs mouth crashes back into yours. He forces his tongue into your mouth, wraps his free hand around your throat.
Denki presses his hot fingers against the glistening entrance of your pussy as he sucks eagerly at your clit. He pushes one inside of you slowly, waiting patiently for your pussy to stretch enough to accomodate the slender length of it.
âFuck,â Denki says. âSheâs so fucking tight.â
âShit,â Kiri laughs breathily, looking down at your pussy. âHurry up, Kami, let the rest of us get a turn.â
âYou want that?â Bakugou laughs into your mouth as Denki starts to pump his finger in and out of you. âDo you want us to take turns using your little virgin body?â
âY-yes,â you stammer obediently.
âYou take forever, Denki,â Kiri laughs.
âWeâve gotta prep her a little or weâll break her, big guy,â Denki laughs up at Kiri. Then he looks back down at his finger moving in and out of you, savors the way the slick of your warm, wet pussy coats his long finger as he eases it knuckle deep and back out again.
âThatâs the fun, right?â Bakugou says, pulling away from your mouth to look up at his friends.
âI hope you know youâre not going first this time,â Sero says snidely to Bakugou. âYou got the last few.â
âThen who the fuck is?â Bakugou retorts.
âWhy donât we let her choose?â Denki says. Heâs curling his finger inside of you now, grazing against the sweet spot pulls the most delicious moans out of your innocent mouth. He presses a soft kiss to your clit, then spits on his hand to lube up his fingers so he can fit another inside of you.
While the boys are arguing over who should get you first, Denkiâs fingers are curling inside of you against that sweet spot just right, and your moans are getting louder and louder.
âFuck,â Bakugou grins, watching your flushed face get more and more euphoric. âSheâs gonna cum.â
âShit, look at that,â Kiri laughs. Heâs looking at your thighs, watching the way they tense and shake as Denkiâs fingers stroke your g spot. Each pump and curl into your twitching pussy feels better and better, and your dripping walls are starting to clench around his fingers.
âHoooly shit,â Sero laughs. âAlready?â
Denki sees how close youâre getting, and heâs dying to taste your cum, to get it squirting out all over his fingers so he can eat it up. So he latches his mouth back onto your clit and tongues it as he fucks you with his fingers. He keeps curling them, grazing them over the tightening walls of your pussy until chills are rolling down your spine.
His friends can all hear just how wet you are. They love the messy squelching sounds your pussy makes each time Denkiâs fingers move inside of you. Those noises get them so hard that it hurts. Theyâre all aching to fuck your body, to relieve the tension building up inside of them.
Denki loves how sensitive you are. Youâre so sweet, just dripping all over his tongue, all over his fingers.
âWhat a good fucking girl,â Kiri grins, watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you get closer and closer to cumming.
Youâre shuddering, your pussy leaking out onto Denkiâs fingers as they stroke against your g spot and build up the tension in you even higher.
âCome on,â Bakugou says, squeezing your neck so hard that you can barely breathe. âBe a good whore for us,â he sneers. âThat little perv between your legs wants to drink up all your cum.â
âOh,â you whine, gasping for air.
âAre you gonna cum in his mouth?â Bakugou leers.
âY-yes,â you gasp.
âTell me what youâre gonna do,â Bakugou commands. âUse your words like a big girl.â
âIâm gonna â oh, god, Iâm gonna cum,â you gasp. Denkiâs tongue hits your clit one more time, and all the tension starts bursting out of you. Your hips buck upward, met by Kiriâs big arm barring you against the table.
âSheâs too fucking cute, cumming so quick,â Kiri smiles, holding your hips down and forcing your legs open as your pussy contracts around Denkiâs fingers.
Denki can feel every little contraction, the way your convulsing walls get even wetter. Your cum gushes out onto his fingers, and he watches your clit twitch as you groan into Bakugouâs greedy mouth.
âWhat did I tell you?â Sero laughs to Kiri. âLook at her little toes curling,â he teases, playing with your tits.
Denki keeps curling his fingers until youâre whining and tearing up from overstimulation. And when youâre finally all done, he puts his two fingers in his mouth and licks all the wetness off of them, feeling his hard dick twitch in his pants. He brings his tongue down to your pussy again, licks the dripping juices from your slit.
âYouâre such a nasty little slut, cumming from a couple fingers in you,â Bakugou laughs into your gasping mouth. âI bet you just canât wait to cum all over a dick, huh?â
Youâre still catching your breath, and you gasp obediently, âYes, yes, I want to.â
âWhose dick do you want first?â he grins. âHmm?â
âGive her a second,â Kiri laughs. âDamn, canât you see that sheâs still going through the aftershocks?â
But even though heâs being a gentleman, Kiriâs just as guilty as the rest of them. Theyâre all hard, aching, waiting impatiently for you to choose who will be the first of them to stretch out your pretty pussy.
âSo fucking what?â Bakugou says, scowling.
âYou okay?â Kiri asks disingenuously, moving your hair out of your sweaty face as you catch your breath.
You nod, looking around hazily.
âSo?â Sero asks, looking down at you expectantly. âWho are you gonna take first?â
âF-first?â you stammer groggily.
Sero laughs. âI mean, you can take two of us at once, if thatâs more your thing,â he says sarcastically.
âDonât be such an ass,â Kiri scolds.
âCome on, pretty girl,â Denki says, leaning over you and wiping his wet mouth on the back of his hand. Now that heâs tasted you, he wants to feel you. Your pussy is so sweet and tight; heâs dying to feel you clenching around his cock. âWho do you want first?â he asks, smiling.
Your cheeks are burning, and youâre shying away from their towering figures.
âDonât act so innocent,â Bakugou sneers. âYouâre lucky weâre even letting you pick who goes first.â
Theyâre all looking down at you expectantly now â even Kiri, who has a slight smile on his face. Your eyes dart around until they settle, instinctually, on the one thatâs shown you the most kindness tonight.
Kiri smiles. Heâs glad that you picked him. But at the same time, he feels a little guilty for what heâs about to do to you.
âInteresting,â Sero laughs.
Bakugou shrugs, smiling. âItâs your funeral, baby.â
âW-what?â you squeak.
But no one bothers to clarify. Instead, the four of them grab you, rotating you over the table so youâre laying over it width-wise and slightly diagonally. They stop moving you once your head is hanging off one edge of the table and your ass is hanging off another.
Kiriâs between your thighs now, and the other three are clustered around your upper body. Youâre staring right into their crotches. You gulp. Youâre upside-down, taking in the big, rigid shapes of their dicks pressing against the fabric of their pants. You feel Kiri spread your legs wider, before bringing his massive hands to the sides of your ass and squeezing it hard.
You watch, wide-eyed, as Bakugou brings his hands to unbuckle his belt. He pulls it off, folds it in half, and strikes you across the chest before dropping it to the ground. You squirm, teary eyed, but Kiri keeps you pinned in place.
Bakugou crouches, brings his face right up to yours. You wince; his face looks even more malicious upside-down. You hear another belt hit the ground, a zipper being undone.
âWhy are you being such a little slut for Kiri?â Bakugou laughs into your face. âThat wasnât a very smart choice. Didnât you notice how big he is? He might rip your poor virgin pussy apart,â he teases.
Sero laughs.
You feel Kiriâs hands tighten around your hips, pulling you closer to him until your pussyâs pressed tight against the fabric of his pants. Your stomach drops when you feel the very hard, very big shape of his dick through them. You raise your head to look fearfully up at him as he unzips his pants.
âAw,â Kiri smiles sympathetically. âDonât listen to him, princess. Itâs okay.â
Kiri brings two big fingers to his mouth, licks them messily, then brings them to your pussy. He drags them against you first, then pushes them inside of you one by one. His fingers are so big, so thick. Bigger than Denkiâs by far. You gasp as he pushes them into you. And he starts to finger you, pumping them in and out of you brutally until youâre whimpering.
âGod damn, youâre wet,â he grins. âAnd so tight.â
âGimme your hand, pretty girl,â says Denki.
You look upward, reaching your hand out obediently to Denki as Kiri fingerfucks you. Denki brings your hand to his crotch, presses it against the hard outline of his dick.
âYouâre so cute,â Denki says, smiling down at you. âSee what you do to all of us? Weâre so fucking hard, just from watching you.â
âOh,â you say fearfully, letting him rub your hand over his dick. Itâs thick, hot through his pants, which are wet with his precum.
âDid it feel good to cum in my mouth earlier?â Denki smiles.
âYes,â you say, nodding eagerly as you look up at him.
âYou should thank him,â Bakugou sneers, tugging at your hair roughly.
âT-thank you,â you whimper.
âAre you gonna make us feel good, too?â Denki asks curiously.
You nod.
âYouâre so sweet,â he says. âNow come on, give Sero some love too.â
You reach your other hand out obediently and grab Seroâs dick through his pants. He inhales sharply through his teeth. Bakugou just watches it all happen, amused at how youâre struggling to focus with Kiriâs big fingers fucking you.
âShhhit,â Denki laughs breathily. âYou wanna feel us for real, cutie?â
You nod obediently, watching the boys on either side of you pull their dicks out. Your mouth forms a little O as you look back and forth between them. Bakugouâs amused at the shocked look on your face. Your mouth looks so perfect hanging open like that; heâd like to shove his dick in it, make you choke and gag around him.
âSheâs getting so wet,â Kiri laughs from between your legs. He pushes a third finger inside of you, impatient to stretch you out so he can get his dick all coated in the juices that are leaking out of you.
âKiri,â you whine tearily, âyour hands are so big, please.â
âYou can take it,â he says. âYouâre such a good girl. I know you can take it.â
As Kiri slips a fourth finger inside of your pussy, Denki and Sero guide your hands to their dicks. Theyâre both so slippery, so big and heavy in your palms. You gulp, wrapping your hands around them weakly.
He wraps his hand around yours, tightening it around his dick. âYou can do better than that, right? Or do I have to show you step-by-step how to stroke a dick?â
Youâre trying your best to focus, but Kiriâs fingers are filling you up so well that youâre struggling to even keep your eyes open.
âFine,â Sero says nastily, pushing your hand off his dick.
He brings his hand to your mouth and forces his fingers between your lips. He shoves four fingers far back into your mouth until youâre gagging and choking, and he only stops when his fingers are lubed up with your spit.
âSince youâre gonna be a disobedient little bitch, Iâll give you easy to follow instructions, okay?â he laughs down at you, lubing up his dick with your spit.
Bakugou snorts, grinning.
âItâs not difficult,â he leers, watching you sniffle. âHold it tight, and stroke it,â he says, jacking off in front of you.
âGot it?â
You nod obediently, bringing your hands out to wrap them around Sero and Denkiâs dicks. You follow his example, jack the two of them off messily.
âAre you ready, princess?â comes Kiriâs voice from between your legs.
âHuh?â you ask groggily, keeping your hands moving on Denki and Sero as you look up.
Your eyes widen, seeing Kiri free his dick from his pants. Your jaw drops as you watch him drop a glob of spit onto it. He jacks a hand over the massive length of it, pushing his spit all the way down to the base, and you gulp. Bakugou was right â he might rip you apart. Thereâs absolutely no way heâll fit inside of you.
âItâs so big,â you say shakily.
âIsnât this what you wanted?â Bakugou sneers from behind you.
âBut ââ
âItâs alright,â Kiri grins as he rubs the slick, precum-coated tip of his cock over your glistening cunt. âYouâre gonna be a good girl for me, arenât you?â
âItâs too big,â you choke. âI donât think itâll fit.â
âYou just took four fingers for me,â he says sweetly. âI know you can take my dick.â
âOkaââ you start, but before you can even get the word out, Kiriâs shoving the fat head of his cock inside of you, pushing in deep without even giving you a second to adjust.
âOh my god,â you cry, with tears rolling down your cheeks. âItâs so big, it hurts.â
Kiri looks feverishly downward, watching your tight little pussy swallowing up his aching, leaking dick. It feels so good inside of your warm, tight hole. He bites his lip, closes his eyes, feels all of your slick wetness dragging down the thick length of it as he pushes further into you. He can barely keep himself from bottoming out on the first thrust. If he really wanted to, he could shove it all the way inside right now, make you scream, bruise up your cervix.
âItâs s-so big,â you choke.
âYouâre okay, right, princess?â he breathes. âYou can take the whole thing for me, canât you?â
âThe whole thing?â you say in alarm.
Your neck is getting tired now, so you let your head hang off the edge of the table. Bakugou leers down at you, laughing at your shocked, pained expression. Denki and Sero grin, groping your tits, watching as you squirm and struggle to take Kiriâs dick as you stroke theirs with shaky hands.
âItâs just a little more until Iâm all the way in,â Kiri grins.
âWhat do you mean?â you say tearily, not sure how he could possibly be any bigger than whatâs filling you up right now.
Kiri answers by pushing his cock the rest of the way in. Precum gushes out of the tip, lubricates your clenching walls. He bottoms out, balls deep, the tip of his dick pushing against your cervix painfully.
âOh, it hurts,â you say tearily.
But for some reason, the pain is so good.
âItâs too bi â oh, god,â you moan.
The boys watch hungrily, intently, as your toes start to curl and your back starts to arch.
âFuck,â Kiri says, feeling you start to tighten around his throbbing dick. âDoes my cock feel good, princess?â he groans, grabbing the base of his dick. âYouâre tightening so hard around me, shit.â
âIt feels so good,â you gasp. âI think Iâm â Iâm gonna cum,â you say tearfully as the tension inside of you starts to release.
âShit,â Kiri breathes, feeling your pussy start to contract around him.
âCumming again, just like that?â Bakugou laughs down at you, squeezing his hand around your throat. âWhat a filthy fucking slut. Sheâs my new favorite.â
âFuuuck,â Kiri groans. âSheâs cumming all over my dick.â
He fucks you feverishly, watches your body squirm as you cum. Youâre getting so wet, gushing so much slick out on his dick, that he canât help but slam his entire cock into you over and over again as your pussy convulses.
âHoly shit,â Denki laughs, watching your face intently. He couldnât see your face as you came earlier because his was buried in your pussy. He thinks your innocent, sweet face looks so hot like that, with your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging all the way open as Kiri pounds into you.
âDonât fucking stop stroking my dick,â Sero says. âI donât care if youâre cumming.â
You try your best to obey, moving your hands shakily as your orgasm rips through you. Bakugou leans over and brings his mouth to yours, kissing you messily, letting you gasp against his lips.
Kiri knows he should hold back a little, because youâre so tiny compared to him. But it feels too good, so he just lets himself go. He slams hard into you over and over again, making you take the entire length of his dick. He loves the way your stomach bulges out each time he pushes all the way in. And the way you clench around him, getting his cock so wet as you cum, is better than anything heâs ever felt before.
He holds your hips tight, pounds into you until youâre crying. He really doesnât want to hurt you, but right now heâs too focused on himself. Itâs been so long since heâs been able to bury his entire dick into a sweet little virgin like you, and he needs to get the whole thing wet while he can.
He keeps fucking you like this even after youâre finished cumming. He digs his big hands into your thighs, watching feverishly as you pant. He just thinks you sound so cute like that, yelping into Bakugouâs mouth each time he bottoms out.
Bakugou stops kissing you to grin up at Kiri.
âThe girls always think youâll be the nicest, Kiri,â he laughs. âYou do them so fucking wrong.â
âYou should really stop making the poor virgins cry,â Sero snorts.
âSheâs fine,â Kiri says breathily, pulling out almost all the way. âSheâs taking my dick so fucking well. Arenât you, baby?â
âY-yes,â you gasp tearily, right before he slams all the way into you again.
Kiri picks up his speed, fucks you hard and fast with his big hands keeping your hips pressed hard into the table. Your moans are loud, punctuated by teary sniffles. Bakugouâs grinning down at you in amusement. He wraps his hand around your throat, brings his mouth to yours again as you cry out.
âDamn,â he sneers into your mouth. âFor a virgin, you sure do moan like a fucking cockslut, huh?â
He looks up at his friends. âHey, guys,â he says. âDonât you think sheâs getting kinda loud? Maybe I should shove my dick down her throat, shut her the fuck up.â
âAww,â says Sero, watching you stroke his long, slippery dick. âBut she sounds so pretty crying like that.â
âYouâre such a whore,â Bakugou laughs into your mouth. âLetting us do whatever the fuck we want to you. Itâs only your first time, and youâre already a disgusting little slut, arenât you?â
You nod tearily.
âHave you ever sucked a dick before?â he sneers.
âNo, I ââ
âThatâs okay,â Bakugou laughs. âIâm gonna fuck your little virgin throat until you get used to the feeling of having a cock in your mouth.â
You watch, trembling, as Bakugou unzips his pants and takes out his dick. He wraps his hand around it, jacks himself off a few times as he watches Kiri fuck you. Your heart is racing; you have no idea how his dick is supposed to fit in your throat. Heâs way too big.
But Bakugouâs going to make it fit. He grips your face, smacks your cheeks with his dick until youâre tearing up.
âOpen your fucking mouth,â he says sharply.
You obey, and he pins you down on the table by your throat, with your head just hanging off the edge.
âStick your tongue out,â he commands.
You do, watching him grip his dick, squeeze it from base to tip until a glob of precum is dripping out of it. He rubs it on your tongue, shuddering.
âHowâs it taste?â he laughs.
âS-so good,â you groan submissively, as Kiri bottoms out again.
Bakugou laughs, then shoves his dick in your mouth without warning, prodding at the back of your throat until it gives for him. Youâre choking and coughing around the sudden intrusion, struggling to breathe. You try to free your hands to push him back and out of your mouth so you can take a breath, but Denki and Sero pull your hands back and wrap their fists around yours, forcing you to grip their dicks tightly.
Bakugou fucks your throat hard, holding your neck down against the table. He shoves his dick all the way in, fucks your throat raw until youâre gagging and crying. He looks down, watches you squirm as he thrusts his spit-coated cock in and out of your mouth. And each time he bottoms out, his balls slap your cute little face.
He loves seeing virgins like this: messy, disgusting, and absolutely humiliated.
âFuck,â you hear Kiri groan as his hips start to move erratically. âIâm about to cum.â
âWow, you usually last a little longer, huh, big guy?â Denki laughs.
âItâs too fucking good,â Kiri says feverishly. âIâm gonna â fuck â fill her pussy up.â
Kiri thrusts into you hard, and it pushes you back onto Bakugouâs dick. You choke, gagging as his precum coats the ridges of your throat.
âI wonder if sheâd mind you shooting your cum in her,â Bakugou laughs, tightening his hand around your throat, feeling his dick move in and out of it.
âShit, I wanna fill her up so bad,â Kiri groans, tightening his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise.
âToo bad we canât ask her opinion, right?â Bakugou laughs. âIt looks like sheâs too busy gagging on my dick like a whore.â
The words have your core tightening; your back starts to arch again.
âItâs gonna feel so good to have my cum fill your pussy, princess, I promise,â Kiri groans. âMaybe weâll even get you pregnant, keep you here with us so you can be our good little fucktoy forever.â
Your pussy tightens harder, and youâre moaning around Bakugouâs dick, your toes twitching.
âShiiit, she likes that?â Denki breathes, moving your hand quickly over his dick. He flicks your tits, watches hungrily as your body tenses up. âWhat a little freak.â
âMaybe we wonât have to give her the plan B after all,â Sero laughs.
Your pussy keeps tightening, getting wetter and wetter, dripping onto Kiriâs dick as he fucks you.
âMan, it was so easy to turn you into a whore for dick,â Bakugou sneers as he continues to thrust into your bruised throat. Youâre gasping for air, your nose running, your jaw aching, and itâs all so good.
Finally, the tension building inside of you reaches a head, and your pussy starts to twitch around Kiriâs dick.
âShit, sheâs cumming on me again,â Kiri groans. âHoly fuck, itâs so wet⌠I canât hold it anymore⌠oh, shit,â he gasps.
He leans forward, shuddering, as he presses his big fingers hard into your thighs. His balls tighten up right before the cum goes shooting through his twitching dick. He lets it out inside of your contracting pussy, shoots his entire load deep inside of you.
âFuck,â Bakugou groans. The moans youâre choking out are vibrating your throat around his dick. Heâs picking up his rhythm, spurred on by your pathetic choking and crying. The tension inside of him is rising, too, and watching you squirm helplessly around Kiriâs twitching cock is doing it for him. He thrusts a few more times into your wet mouth, then buries his entire dick deep balls deep in your throat, shooting his cum out there.
He pulls out before heâs done, stuffs his balls inside your mouth, and jacks the rest of his load onto your chest. Your tits are coated in white now, heaving as you try to catch your breath.
Kiriâs leaning over to kiss your thighs, watching big globs of his thick cum drip out of your pussy and onto the floor.
âYouâre so full, princess,â he says, shoving his fingers inside of you to push his cum even deeper. Heâs already getting hard again, looking at how full he got you.
But he knows that he has to be nice and share with his friends.
Youâre limp from your third orgasm, eyelids fluttering as Denki and Sero continue to jerk your hands over their slippery dicks, swearing under their breath. Bakugou wipes the rest of the cum off his dick, then smears it on the side of your face.
âWake up, brat,â he says nastily, leaning over into your face. âYouâre not fucking done.â
You blink the grogginess out of your eyes, watching Bakugou pull his pants up and rise to his full height.
âWhereâs your stash at, Kami?â Bakugou demands, sweat beading and dripping down his chest.
âShirt pocket,â Denki answers distractedly, jacking your hand over his leaking dick. âLighter too.â
Bakugou retrieves a pre-rolled joint and a lighter from Denkiâs shirt, handing it to Kiri. He grabs a can of beer off the floor and cracks it open. And the two of them lean back against the wall, catching their breath and swapping substances.
Theyâre both watching the show with mild amusement. The two of them have the most stamina of the four, and they could go again if they wanted, but they have to give their friends a turn. Thatâs part of the arrangement.
Bakugou snorts as he watches you. Youâre clearly tired, struggling to move your burning arms enough to jack Denki and Sero off. He thinks itâs pathetic.
âDonât get lazy, baby,â Denki pouts. âYou better do a good job, or Seroâs gonna want to punish you.â
âUh oh,â grins Bakugou.
Sero looks up at Denki, jerks his head toward the couch. Youâre a lazy, disobedient little bitch, and you havenât been giving him or Denki nearly enough attention.
âNo way,â laughs Denki to Sero. âYouâre so fucked up, dude.â
âDamn, you guys are ruthless,â Kiri says, blowing smoke out of his nose with a slight smile.
Bakugou already knows where this is going. So he goes ahead to clear the crowd off the couch, prepping the space for his friends.
You cry out in surprise as Sero hoists you over his shoulder. He delivers a hard smack to your ass, feels you squirm. When you look up, you see Denki and Kiri following, passing the joint between themselves.
Sero sits on the couch, wrangling you onto his lap so that youâre straddling him. Denki settles in right next to the two of you, with his leg pressed up against yours. You gulp, looking back and forth between the two of them.
âWhat are we doing?â you ask fearfully.
Kiri and Bakugou settle into the couch nearby, watching the events unfold curiously.
âYouâll see,â grins Denki.
Sero brings his mouth to your ear, using both hands to knead your ass. âHow many times did we have to correct you back there?â he asks, nipping at your earlobe.
âIâm not sure,â you stammer. âA lot?â
Bakugou snickers.
âYeah,â he laughs. âA lot.â
âIâm s-sorry,â you stammer quietly.
âSee, we have to punish you now,â he pouts, kissing your ear. âI guess you shouldnât have been so lazy.â
You look fearfully over at Denki, but heâs just smirking at you.
âPunish?â you croak.
âI think Kiri and Kat punished your poor little pussy and mouth enough,â Sero laughs, nipping at your ear. âBut thereâs another place they didnât even touch, right?â
He brings both hands down hard on your ass, grins when you yelp at the stinging contact. He spreads your ass cheeks out, runs a finger over your tight hole.
âI bet your little virgin ass is so tight,â he laughs. âWhat do you think, Kami?â
âOh, Iâm sure it is,â he agrees, smiling.
âSince you wanna be a disobedient, lazy bitch, youâre gonna find out how it feels to take a cock up your ass,â Sero laughs into your neck, gripping your ass hard.
âDamn,â Bakugou says, sipping his beer. âI guess sheâll be getting all her firsts today.â
âYeah,â Kiri smiles, blowing smoke out as he stares at your ass. âBrutal.â
You squirm in Seroâs lap. He pulls back to look at you curiously, wrapping a big hand around your throat. He can feel your pulse racing, and it makes his dick twitch.
âYour heart is beating so fast,â he says. âAre you scared?â
You nod.
âAw,â he pouts. âCome here, gimme a kiss.â
Sero pulls you to his mouth by the neck. He parts your lips with his softly, before meeting your tongue with his. He kisses you for a while, just enjoying the way you grind needily on his lap.
âDonât forget about Kami,â he says, pulling back slightly. âHe treated you so nice earlier⌠you wouldnât want to ignore him, right?â
You nod obediently, then let Sero wrap his hand around your neck again to direct your face toward Denkiâs mouth. You kiss Denki, listening to the messy sound of his fist moving over his dick.
âCan you stroke it for me?â Denki asks sweetly, pulling back from your face momentarily.
Obediently, you wrap your hand around his cock and pump your hand up and down the slick length of it until heâs gasping softly. And at the same time, you grind downward on Seroâs lab, rubbing yourself over his hard dick.
âOpen up for me,â Sero says.
You pull back from Denkiâs face and open your mouth for him. He dips four long fingers into your throat until youâre gagging, and only pulls them back when theyâre coated in your slippery spit.
Then Denki pulls your face back to his hungrily, kissing you hard as you stroke his dick and grind on Seroâs lap.
You feel Seroâs hands spread your ass out, then his fingers teasing at your tight hole. You whimper into Denkiâs mouth, let him rough up your tits as Sero teases you.
Sero plays with your ass until he can slip a finger in; it goes deeper and deeper, until youâre gasping against Denkiâs lips. Sero brings his fingers to your wet pussy, drags the slick of your juices up from your slit to your ass to lube up his fingers as he tries to fit two into your tiny little hole.
âFuck, youâre tight,â Sero says through his teeth.
Denki groans into your mouth as you hit a particularly good spot on his dick. Heâs so sensitive, so slick. Heâs just aching for you, because heâs been waiting patiently for his turn to fuck you. He canât wait to get inside of you.
You cry out when Sero buries his two fingers up to the knuckle inside your ass. Denkiâs still groaning into your mouth at the same time, using his hands to squeeze your tits needily. Straddling Seroâs lap, you can feel the way heâs getting harder off watching you swap spit with Denki as his fingers stretch your ass out.
âDo you want another finger in your ass?â Sero asks, bringing his mouth to your throat.
You nod, mumbling an affirmation.
âCome here,â Sero says, âtell me.â
You bring your mouth to Seroâs and let Denki take his turn kissing your neck.
âYes, I want another,â you say obediently.
So he gives you a third, squeezing it in beside the other two. Your ass is so tight around his fingers, impossibly tight.
âHow does it feel?â he asks against your lips.
âItâs â oh, it feels weird,â you gasp as he buries his three fingers deep in your ass.
He smiles against your mouth, feeling his dick twitch. Because this is nothing compared to what heâs about to stuff  you with.
Seroâs getting tired of prepping you; heâs just dying to relieve his aching dick in your tight ass. And Denkiâs getting impatient, too â Sero can tell from the sloppy way heâs kissing your neck. Sero takes his fingers out of your ass suddenly, flips you around on his lap. He presses his hard dick against your ass, rubs the tip of it against your tight hole.
You can hear the messy, slippery sounds of Denkiâs hand fisting his cock. He watches intently as Sero nudges the head of his dick against your ass. Denki thinks he might die from waiting for so long. He canât believe his friends are getting to fuck you before he does.
âOh, fuck,â Sero says, slipping the head of his dick in your ass. He relishes the submissive whimpers falling from your lips as he does. âItâs so fucking tight,â he groans.
âIt hurts,â you say weakly.
âYou gotta relax,â Sero says through his teeth, âunless you want it to hurt.â
He presses sloppy kisses to the back of your neck as he nudges more of his dick inside of you. Your ass is so tight, squeezing all the precum out of his dick. It lubes up your insides, lets him slip a little further inside. He lets out a groan.
Finally, he feels you relax a little. He feels the tight muscle give, just the smallest amount. He takes the opportunity to shove his dick deeper inside of you, moaning as he does.
Youâre squeezing him so fucking tight. Heâs never felt something clench around his dick this hard; he could cum just from the pressure of you squeezing him like this. He could pump all of his hot, sticky seed into you right now, if he wanted to.
But he wants to fuck your tight ass a little first.
When youâre finally able to sink almost all the way down on Seroâs long dick, Denki rises from the couch. He crouches in front of your spread legs, watching your ass swallow up Seroâs cock. You sink lower and lower until, finally, itâs all the way in. Denki rubs your clit, looks up at you from between your legs as your eyes roll back.
âSpread her out more,â Denki says. âLean her back for me.â
Sero does, giving you a second to adjust to the full length of his dick inside of your ass. Denki brings his face right up to your pussy, watches the thick, creamy cum still leaking out of it from when Kiri came inside of you.
âDamn,â he grins, âyouâre a mess. Do you want me to clean that cum up for you, pretty girl?â
âPlease,â you whimper.
You watch, wide-eyed, as Denki brings his tongue to your pussy, licking the dripping cum out of you.
âYouâre fucking sick, dude,â Bakugou laughs from the couch, adjusting his hard dick in his pants. Kiri just smiles as he smokes. He knows Denki is the most depraved of all of them; heâs not surprised by anything he does anymore.
âWhat?â Denki asks, grinning. He sticks two fingers inside of you, then drags Kiriâs cum out of you. He looks at his cum-coated fingers, then licks the white liquid off of them.
As Denki stands, Sero holds your legs up and spreads them a little wider.
âAre you gonna share with me?â Denki grins over your shoulder.
âFine,â Sero laughs.
Denki plants his hand on the couch cushion behind your head, guiding his thick dick to the entrance of your puffy cunt. It takes him a second to slip inside. With Sero already stuffing your ass, itâs unbelievably tight in your pussy.
Denki thrusts in deep, and when he pulls his dick back out, itâs coated in Kiriâs cum. And soon, more precum is leaking out of Seroâs dick, and heâs gliding in and out of your ass easily, pushing all the way in and back out.
The two of them fuck you just like this: Sero holding your legs back and open, bottoming out in your ass and getting you so full while Denki slams into your pussy. You can feel them both moving at once inside of you, hear their soft moans in your ears. Youâre too full; each time the two of them bottom out at once, you squirm. But with Seroâs hands securing your legs, you canât really move. Really, you canât do much but get pounded by both of them at the same time.
You watch hazily, still getting fucked in the ass, as Denki pulls his dick out. He looks down, runs his hand across the length of his dick, until his palm is coated with Kiriâs load. Denki looks at you, then grins as he licks the cum off his hand.
And then he leans down to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he guides his dick to your pussy again and starts to thrust inside. You can taste Kiriâs cum coating his tongue as he fucks you. And you feel your pussy tightening up, your muscles tensing as the two of them use both of your holes at once.
Your toes are already starting to curl, and then they both hit a perfect spot inside of you at the same time. Your head drops back onto Seroâs shoulder. They can both tell youâre almost there.
âAre you gonna cum on my dick?â Sero asks.
âYes, Iâm gonna cum,â you whine.
Denki brings his hand to your clit again, rubs it as he fucks you until he feels you getting impossibly tight. The both of them shudder at the sensation, and then your pussy and ass contract hard around them. They fuck you through your orgasm, struggling to hold back their own.
âShit,â Sero says through his teeth.
He digs his fingers into your spread thighs, feels the tension inside of him boiling over as your ass twitches on his dick. He canât hold it, so he thrusts into you several times, buries his dick deep in your ass, right before his cum shoots out and coats your insides.
âHoly fuck,â Denki says, pulling out.
Sero lifts you up off of his dick, and the two of them watch the cum drip out of your gaping, twitching ass onto Seroâs lap.
Kiri smiles and hands his blunt to Bakugou, before rising off the couch. You can barely process anything; your mind is still dazed. But you can see how hard he is, and youâre still struggling to catch your breath, thinking that he canât possibly â
âYou ready to go again, big boy?â Denki laughs.
âGive her to me,â Kiri grins to Sero.
Sero hands you off, and you feel Kiriâs big arms enveloping you. He sits on the couch underneath you, moving you on his lap easily, like youâre a toy. As youâre still coming down from your orgasm, he hovers you over his massive dick, with Seroâs cum still leaking out of your ass and dripping onto his lap.
âYou okay, princess?â he teases into your ear.
You nod groggily.
âMm,â he smiles. âYou want some more cum in you?â
âYes,â you say obediently.
âGood,â he laughs. âBecause weâre gonna breed you, baby.â
Kiri sits you down on his big dick, shoving the entire thing into your pussy at once, sinking you all the way down to the base. He lifts your legs up and moves them back until he has them behind your head, over his forearms, with his palms resting on the back of your head.
Now that he has you folded in half, with your head tilted downward, you can see the bulge in your stomach from Kiriâs dick stuffing you so full.
âShit,â Denki says, jerking his slippery, lubed-up dick as looks at your stomach. And then he lowers himself to you again, sticks his dick inside of your pussy above Kiriâs.
You gasp, looking down at the both of them moving in you at once. Theyâre both so thick. You canât believe they can both fit inside of your cunt. And it feels like they canât, feels like they might rip you apart at any moment.
Denki fucks you quickly. He canât last much longer; it feels so good, so tight inside your pussy. Each time his cock rubs up against your tight, wet walls, he gets closer and closer.
âYouâre gonna take so much cum in you today, baby,â Kiri says from behind you. âDo you like being so fucking full of it?â
âYes,â you gasp.
âThatâs a good fucking girl,â he says.
âIâm cumming,â Denki groans, speeding up his pace as his dick starts to twitch inside of you.
He keeps fucking into you as he cums, shooting the hot, sticky wetness of it deep inside of you.
Kiri picks up his pace. He groans, because the feeling of Denkiâs hot cum coating his cock as he fucks you is too good. Itâs so wet, so messy inside of you as Denkiâs cum mixes with Kiriâs first big load. Youâre so full that the cum is leaking out of you and dripping down their dicks.
Denki brings his hand to your throat as he catches his breath. He chokes you lightly, kisses you with his dick still inside of you.
Now that Denkiâs filled you up, itâs Kiriâs turn again. So he plants his feet on the ground, tightens his grip on you so youâre folded even tighter in half. He slams up into your pussy hard, over and over again. Cum gushes out of your pussy and onto his lap as he thrusts in and out of you. He loves the way youâre whining and crying into Denkiâs mouth as his dick abuses you. He can hear your moans heightening in that familiar way, can even feel your ruined pussy trying to tighten around his cock.
âAre you gonna cum for us again, baby?â Kiri asks.
âYe-e-s,â you groan, as he slams into you.
âCome on, give it to me,â he says sweetly.
Denki pulls away from your mouth and chokes you, watching you start to squirm, teary-eyed, as you cum again, your pussy contracting on both of their dicks. The sight of you falling apart on their dicks, combined with the hot, wet mess coating his cock is making him hard again.
âMm⌠fuck,â says Kiri through gritted teeth. Each time your ass contracts he can feel a little bit of Seroâs cum gushing out onto his lap. Your moans are killing him, and he needs to pump another load into your cute body.
So he slams up harder into your twitching cunt, feels his balls tighten right before he blows another big, hot load in your pussy. He groans softly, drains himself inside you until thereâs nothing left.
Youâre so full now that the cum is just dripping out of you, white beads rolling down the shafts of their dicks.
Denki pulls out, plopping onto the couch next to you with a heaving chest. At the same time, Bakugou rises from the couch. He hands Denki the blunt before finishing off the beer in the can heâs holding. He crushes it, tosses the can onto the ground.
Kiriâs still fucking you slowly with his hard dick, using his massive hands to rub your tits gingerly. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek as you catch your breath.
âMy turn,â Bakugou grins down at you. You look hazily upward as Kiri lifts you up, handing you off to his friend.
The contrast between the two of them is apparent as soon as Kiriâs hands leave your body. Bakugou flips you over roughly so youâre on your knees, then grabs your hair and slams your face forcefully into the couch cushions.
Bakugou can see the cum in your pussy leaking out onto your thighs and dripping onto the couch. He loves this. You were so innocent before you met the four of them. And now look at you. Youâre disgusting: face shoved in the couch cushions, sniffling, with cum dripping out of your ruined pussy and ass.
âGod, youâre a fucking mess,â he says, slapping your ass hard until youâre shaking and crying into the couch.
Once heâs had his fill of abusing you, Bakugou shoves his dick into your ass with no prep. You cry out, but itâs muffled by the couch cushions he has your face shoved into.
âStill so fucking tight,â he says, pounding into your ass. He pulls your hair back hard as he fucks you, watches you squirm and cry. The other boys share drinks, watching him fuck you intently.
Youâre struggling to take his dick, but Bakugou doesnât really care. He just keeps fucking you balls deep, regardless of your panting and twitching. His dick is lubed up by Seroâs cum, and it feels good â wet and tight inside of you. So he doesnât really care how youâre feeling, or if youâre comfortable.
âArch your fucking back, take it deeper,â he leers down at you, pushing your back down with his free hand as he shoves your face so deep in the cushions that you can barely even breathe.
You arch your back as much as you can, feel him hit deep inside.
âThatâs right,â he snarls. âBe a good fucking cumslut, show me how much you like to take a cock.â
You whimper demurely. Bakugou continues to fuck your ass as his friends jerk their hands over their cum-coated dicks. The way youâre taking his dick so deep in your ass, bearing the nasty abuse heâs giving you with tears rolling down your cheeks, has them all so hard again.
âYou want more cum? You want it all over your pretty little face?â he sneers, grabbing you by the cheeks, forcing you to look back at him.
You nod tearily. âYes, please,â you say.
He pulls out, then grabs a handful of your hair. You whine, clutching at your scalp as he drags you off the couch by the hair.
âGet on your knees, you filthy bitch,â he says.
You obey, sniffling, and the four boys crowd around you, stroking their dicks right into your face.
âWhat do you want from us?â Bakugou grins nastily down at you.
âI â I want your cum,â you stammer.
âWhy donât you ask us nicely?â Bakugou asks, slapping your face with his dick.
âCan I have your cum, please?â you ask tearily.
Your sweet, pleading face does it for Kiri first. He grabs your hair, fisting his big, thick dick quickly with his free hand.
âYouâve been such a good girl for us, taking so much cum,â he says breathily, as he jacks off into your face. âLet me give you some more.â
He groans, and you flinch as the first hot spurt lands right in your eye. He keeps stroking his cock until your cheeks and mouth are coated in his gooey cum, and then heâs stepping backward, collapsing onto the couch.
Denki cums right afterward, shooting his cum onto your chin, onto your neck, inhaling sharply through his teeth as he finishes.
Sero starts cumming before Denkiâs even done, stroking his cum out onto your tits, until itâs coating your chest and dripping onto your nipples.
As his friends plop, exhausted, onto the couch, Bakugou grips your hair and leers down at your hazy, cum-coated face.
âFuck, you look so fucking nasty. Open your fucking mouth for me,â he says. âStick your tongue out.â
You obey, with drops of Kiriâs cum dripping from your lips onto your tongue as Bakugou jacks off between your lips. He lets out a soft moan, then shoots his load into your open, waiting mouth. The liquid hits the back of your throat, makes you cough. Bakugou thrusts without warning into your mouth several times as he finishes, pumping his cum into your throat.
When he pulls out, you cough tearily, resting your hands on your knees. Youâre exhausted, shaky, with cum all over your face, neck, and chest. Thereâs some burning your eye, and some drying in your hair.
âHey,â Bakugou laughs down at you. He points at his grinning face. âYou have a little something right here.â
SATURDAY, 2:50 A.M.
You shut the light off in the unfamiliar bathroom with a sigh. Youâve gotten all of the cum out of your hair and off your face, but your eye is still red and burning.
Minaâs waiting for you against the wall opposite the bathroom door, smoking a cigarette.
âSo,â she says, smiling knowingly.
âSo?â you ask, rolling your eyes. You pluck the cigarette out of her hand, take a deep drag and exhale slowly.
âSo, did they fall for your little innocent act?â
âOf course they did,â you smile, tapping ash on the sticky floor before handing the cigarette back to her. âFrat boys are too fucking easy.â
She laughs. âEspecially the virgin hunters, right?â
âMhm,â you say. âDid you get my video?â
âYup,â she responds brightly. âSet the camera up right where you asked me and everything.â
âPerfect,â you say, studying your nails. âThat was another one for the books.â
âUh huh,â she laughs, looping her arm through yours. She looks over at you with a knowing smile.
âYouâre not gonna call in sick for your internship tomorrow, are you?â she laughs.
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka
Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren,Â
Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano, Baylan Skoll
Warnings: Abandonment, Revenge, Rage, Violence, The Dark Side Of The Force, Healing, Force Bond, Blood and Violence
Notes: For Whumptober Day 10 This is going to be small, but def something I plan on delving into more
Prompt: No. 10: âYou said you'd never leave.â
Word Count: 3,174
AO3 Link: Here!
They found him three weeks after Shin had been cleared to get up and start moving. Three weeks after she started the journey of rebuilding muscle and herself. Ahsoka and Sabine left her alone, for the most part. The Togrutaâs cloak hadnât left Shinâs shoulders since that first night, waking with it draped around her shoulders.Â
Her tunic had been ruined with blood and holes that even she could not repair, so the Jediâs cloak became all she had to cover her modesty, though Sabine had helped her repair the straps of her bra. The pants sheâd been given upon her reluctant rescue were tied to her waist, double knotted to prevent the article from sliding off. Her pauldrons not longer shined where they sat strapped to her shoulders beneath the cloak, smeared with blood (an unfortunate amount her own), with a thin layer of ripped fabric separating metal and skin.Â
Shinâs gloves and pauldrons stopped just before her elbows, bare skin and muscle just barely covered by Ahsokaâs cloak where it sat when her arms were down. Sabine helped give her a proper haircut, though there was nothing that could be done to force the brown from their head, leaving the only blonde in her hair for the frayed Padawan brain that settled over her right collarbone, dirty green beads untouched from where they were intricately woven the last time Baylan had helped them dye their hair.Â
When they found Baylan, Shin had only found out through Huyang receiving his comm as droid and apprentice worked on fixing her saber, the charge pack wouldnât hold and the crystal inside was reluctant; like Shin closing herself off from the force and from the kyber had harmed it. Huyang had spent days working with Shin to work with the blade, to reach back into the pool of the force no matter how much it hurt to reconnect.
It had been impossible, up until this point. The blade kept coming out warbly and unstable, before sparking back into its emitter and threatening to spark through the Apprenticeâs hands. Huyang hadnât even had the time to turn towards Shin, to warn that he knew their thoughts, order them to stay behind. She was gone in seconds, leaving only the tail of Ahsokaâs cloak whipping in the wind as she whistled for her Howler.Â
Shin rode hard and fast across the Peridean wastes. The Nomads that had allied with the âRebelsâ had done what Shinâs own bandits could not; They found Baylan SkĂśll, and she would be damned if she let him get away.Â
âWe need not be at odds.â He was trying to worm his way out of the circle the Nomads had him trapped in, trying to talk his way out in an illusion of peace. Shin slipped from the Howlerâs back, boots thudding in the dirt as she breezed closer, shoving past an armored being. Baylan was facing away from her, but she could see the way his shoulders tensed.
âYou were supposed to return with the Imperial fleet,â His chin rose, yet he still did not look at her, igniting the anger that sat dormand in her veins.Â
âI was supposed to die.â They snarled, venom in their tone as their hand wrapped around the hilt of their saber. The crystal resonated with her anger, with the hurt she knew was pouring off in waves, knew her Master could feel it too, the danger of the person heâd created. âI was supposed to die when Thrawn realized you were gone.âÂ
Baylanâs head turned until Shin could see the hard line of his lips. âYou turned against me.â They snarled, finger hovering over the ignition of their saber. Anger flooded their mind, they could strike him down right here, prove that they could choose for themselves, choose this desire for revenge over it all.Â
âOnly a Sith deals in these absolutes, Shin. We are not Sith,â He sounded tired, like a father explaining to his child that the park was closed and they could not go play until another day.
âI am what you made me!â When their saber ignited, the orange of her saber was bled out, barely visible behind the tangible reality of the pain Shin had been carrying. âThis is the end for you, my Master.âÂ
Near red arced through the air towards Baylanâs head, heâd seemed to be in acceptance of his fate, Shin could finally be free of this pain. She could finally let the past die, she just had to kill it, and maybe then she would be able to breathe again.
A pillar of pink energy stopped her blade, Sabine Wren placing herself between Shin and Baylan, supporting her saber against a beskar gauntlet. âShin, you need to stop,â The Mandalorian was out of breath, like sheâd ran the whole way here, or had worked herself up at the thought of what she knew Shin would do.
âThis isnât you,â Sabine pleaded, trying to get yellowed eyes to look at her, to turn their murderous intent away from the man at her back.Â
âYou donât know me,â Shin snarled, teeth bared. Her muscles were still weak, arms shaking as she pushed against Sabineâs saber, moving one foot forwards to attempt to bring her down like they had on Lothal.Â
When the connection broke, Shin sidestepped, avoiding interlocking blades with Sabine again; She wasnât their objective. If the Mandalorian wanted to stop her, then she would have to take Shinâs like.Â
Baylanâs gaze was somber, yet he did not probe the bond he once had with the apprentice, did not offer a vocal apology; He felt he knew how this story would play out, that if Shin would commit themselves to killing him, then it was their destiny. âYou promised!â Shin hissed, emotion closing at her throat as she swung her blade. Sabineâs use of the force was growing, enough to prevent the blade from doing much else to singe her Masterâs robes.Â
Throwing her saber to the ground, Shin decided she wanted to feel the life leave his body. He abandoned her, Thrawn left her to die, and the Force was nowhere when she needed it most. She would not kill him as his apprentice, but as the daughter he raised, as the bandit and the monster heâd crafted.Â
Her fist cracked against his jaw with a snap of his head to the side. Her second hit went into the unarmored section of his gut, knuckles cracking over his liver and sending him doubling over. The armor at her knee rang when she brought it up to smash into his chin, his blood flying from his mouth in spittle as teeth cracked under the pressure.Â
Shin followed him to the ground, knee pressing into his abdomen as her hands secured themselves around his throat. His hands pressed into her wrists, but the armor stopped him from being able to do anything. âYou promised me, Master.â A fat tear dropped onto his cheek as Shinâs face reddened. âWhat did I do wrong?â
A large hand settled against Shinâs shoulder as Baylanâs face turned purple. âYou need to let him go, Shin,â Ahsokaâs voice washed over her, urging her grip to loosen. Baylanâs breath rushed past his lips in a choked rasp.Â
âNo.â They vehemently declined like a petulant child. She wanted it to stop hurting- she needed it to stop hurting so bad. She could feel the stubble of rough hair against her fingertips in the holes of her gloves, could feel the warmth of his skin like a beacon of his life, life that she needed to take away. âHe deserves it,âÂ
âPerhaps,â Ahsoka agreed, kneeling in the dirt beside Shin. âBut you donât want to be the one to do this.â The hand on her shoulder was an anchor, as was the warm thumb that pressed past the thick material of her cloak, rising goosebumps to sweat damp skin.
âYou donât know that,â They argued, even as they felt the fight abandon them too. âYou canât know that.âÂ
âBut I do, Shin.â Their eyes were still yellow, overpowering the pools of blue and silver, with dark veins spreading across pale skin, but Ahsoka could see that glimmer of hope, that promise that Shin was still good. âYouâre in an unimaginable spot right now. And try as I may, I cannot make this decision for you. You have to decide for yourself.â
Ahsokaâs hand begun to raise from her shoulder, willing to leave Baylanâs fate up to the turmoiled blonde. Two hands wrapped around her wrist, keeping her hand in place; the choice was made.Â
âCome on,â Ahsoka guided them up, off of Baylan, guiding their sorrowed eyes away from his broken face.
They turned back at him one last time. âYou said you'd never leave.â Â Sabine was picking their saber from the ground, though instead of offering it back to the Apprentice, the weapon was handed to Ahsoka. Shin did not argue as the Togruta clipped it to her belt; wanted nothing to do with the near red blade, the reminder of how much she was failing in all of her teachings.Â
Ahsoka walked with Shin all the way to the shuttle, where she dropped bonelessly into a seat in the cockpit, hands in her lap, staring at the flashes of scarred, pale skin that poked through the holes in her gloves. Their fingers clenched and unclenched; Baylan deserved to die, he promised heâd never leave, promised he would always be there, and yet⌠He left, he left her alone on a planet far from home, on a mission she did not agree with.Â
Now she was stranded on the graveyard planet, housed by the enemy, and abandoning all of the teachings she had once been so eager to learn..
Ahsoka settled into the seat across from her much more gracefully. Her hand reached out once more to touch the cool skin just above their gauntlet, bringing their focus back up. âYou did good, Shin,â Ahsoka praised, fingertips grazing tensing muscle, easing the stiffness.Â
âI was going to kill him,â They argued, though their voice held no fire, their accent thicker than could translate to basic, words slurring as she reverted to a language that had been dead to her for so long. âI wanted to kill him⌠I want-â
âBut you didnât, because that isnât who you are.â
âWhy is everyone so intent on telling me who I am?â They seethed, leather gloves creaking as their hands flexed in anger.Â
âBecause you need the reminder that you are more than youâre seeing yourself as, right now.â Ahsoka pulled Shinâs saber from her hip, holding it into the chasm between them. Shin stared at the weapon sourly, as if it could be at fault for her pain. âTake your kyber,â
With a sigh, Shin reached for the saber, though it was pulled away before her fingertips could brush cold metal. âWith the force, Kursâkaded.â Sabine spoke up, alerting the Apprentice to her presence, leaning in the open doorway; she hadnât heard the Mandalorian come in, the force hadnât given her the brush of whatever it was sheâd grown used to with Sabineâs presence.Â
âI donât need the force, and I donât need you.â They snapped, rising to their feet harshly. She turned away from her saber and faced the door, staring past the faded paint on Sabineâs pauldron as they started for the door. âI canât let you go,â Sabineâs hand reached out, pressing on Shinâs shoulder, barring her from the exit. âNot like this,â
âItâs none of your concern,â Shin had growled, fingers wrapped around Sabineâs elbow, rearing to flip their positions, to fight her way out if not for the burn of muscle, than for the promise if she got too far, they would kill her.
âWhat if you donât come back, Shin?â Sabine wasnât looking at her, golden eyes focused on the ragged scars from the blade that had ripped her open, had brought her to them after months of isolation from everything. This was enough to give Shin pause, to stop pressing against Sabineâs hand, and to watch as The Mandalorianâs hand shook where it parted Ahsokaâs cloak further across her bare abdomen.
Her fingertips were cool against inflamed scar tissue, still in the painful process of healing without the aid of bacta or any real medical supplies over the alcohol created by the Noti to help keep it sterilized. Shin swallowed thick in her throat. She could feel the Togrutaâs eyes on her back, but the glide of Sabineâs fingers along her scar and the way the Mandalorianâs hand pressed against the plate of armor over her abdomen, where Shin knew her own scar sat healed under all the layers.
âWhat if you leave, and we canât get to you in time?â There was a vulnerability to Sabineâs voice, a hurt that Shin found she did not like being the cause of on her face. âWhat if you come back wrong?âÂ
âCareful, Mandalorian; Someone might start to think you care.â Their voice was raspy, cracking with unidentified emotion as their hand finally dropped from Sabineâs elbow.Â
âSeriously?â Sabine scoffed, the jab of her finger into their stomach had them yipping in surprise, stepping back, away from the shock of pain. âAll this and you didnât figure that one out? Are you a diâkut?â The next time Sabine touched her, it was with the palm of her hand into their shoulder, forcing them back into the chair.Â
Shinâs head turned to pass a helpless look towards the amused Jedi Master as Sabineâs fingers gripped at her jaw, forcing them to look her in the eye. âOf course I fucking care. Iâve cared since you stabbed me, Iâve cared since Seatos, Iâve always fucking cared.âÂ
Shinâs gaze was fixed on Sabineâs narrowed eyes, on the twitch of muscle under the collar of her flight suit, and on the smooth furrow of her brows.Â
Sheâs beautifulâŚ
Ahsoka stood and brushed past Sabine; The Apprentice watched in her peripherals as their saber hilt was clasped to Sabineâs belt, before the Jedi was sweeping from the cockpit with the door swooshing shut behind her.
The moment the door shut, Sabineâs lips were pressing against theirs, urging their eyes to close and their hands to move back to the Mandalorianâs elbows as she leaned onto the arm rests of the cockpitâs chair.Â
Shinâs heart thudded against her chest, with each thump entwined with the glide of Sabineâs tongue across her lips, the anger faded, the hurt eased, finally offering the sought after reprieve from the hurt.Â
Sabine pulled back, breathing hard as their eyes blinked open. âI care, and Iâm not leaving.â She whispered in their shared air, hand raising to brush against their cheekbone before she was leaning back, dropping into the chair Ahsoka had once occupied.
âNow take your saber back; weâll fix it together,âÂ
Begrudgingly, Shin sighed and raised her hands. Opening back up to the force after months of trying didnât go as sheâd prepared herself. For the first time since Seatos, it felt like coming home again, as she felt the life spark back into her being, reclaiming her space in the cosmic flow of life, interweaving her story back in the threads of the universe. It was overwhelming and it hurt, until she felt the warmth of someone pressing forward with her, someone whose fate was so so intricately woven with her own existence. When silver eyes opened, Shin caught the look of concentration on Sabineâs face, and the crack of a smile on her lips when her eyes opened and caught Shin staring.Â
It took some work to figure out the flow between them, as Shinâs saber was brought to hover between them, pieces unfolded from each other as they slowly worked to expose the wounded Kyber. Sheâd bled it a lot, had made her crystal hurt the way Baylan had made her hurt, and it was evident in the darkness and the blood of the force threatening to overshadow the orange, but⌠it wasnât too late.Â
Shin had many dreams healing from her wounds, months back, but in her fever, she could recall the feeling of Ahsokaâs hands brushing through her hair, of delicate fingers smoothing the rough edges of her braid, and the promise of âItâs never too late.â Passed between the silence, a promise that they hadnât been able to understand.
Now though, with Sabineâs form rising from her seat, Shin watched as the womanâs fingers brushed against her Kyber, the pad of her thumb trailing along the ridge from where sheâd snapped it from the peak on Ilum herself. âItâs okay,â Sabine promised, gently; Shin could feel it, could feel her words and her touch as if her and the Kyber were of the same entity, as if, in the red that Sabine was urging away from the crystal, she was easing the darkened blood from her own presence in the force.
Shaking her head, Shin rose, trapping the Kyber between their hands as they interlocked their fingers with Sabineâs. The Mandalorian glanced at her once, before her eyes shut. Her forehead pressed against their joined hands.
Shifting their weight between their feet, Shinâs head bowed, fingers squeezing against Sabineâs. âI am one with the forceâŚâ
âAnd the force is with me,âÂ
When they separated, there was no red to be found in the glowing Kyber, a bright, vivid orange, paler than sheâd seen but still bearing the unique coloring, floated between them peacefully, held up by the combined force of both apprentice and padawan.Â
âI know you,â Sabine promised, as they worked to reassemble the saber together. âForever. You hear me?â She grabbed the saber from its stasis, pressing it into Shinâs waiting palm. âYou can stab me, you can call me names, and you can walk away right now, but donât you dare forget; I know you, and I care.âÂ
âIâm not going anywhere,â Shin promised, closing the distance and hesitantly moving to rest her forehead against the feisty Mandalorian.Â
Sabineâs arms circled their neck, noses bumping together as she leaned up on her toes, fingers carding through the short, scruffy hair on the back of their head. âBetter⌠say it again,âÂ
Rolling their eyes, Shin pressed forward to shut her up, pressing their lips together with little fanfare, hands moving to rest on Sabineâs sides, thumb pressing into the space between beskar and flightsuit to brush against the fabric over her scar.Â
Baylan Skoll would go on to become their prisoner, but Shin would not give him the glory of a reaction, or a response when, the next time they visited, her padawan braid was gone, cut with care by the Togruta who held out her hand in kindness when he had left.Â
She wasnât a Jedi and she wasnât a sith; She was just Shin Hati, and Sabine was just Sabine; together and individually, they were both Enough, and that was good enough.