#corruption tw

He hadn’t 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 he’s here now. he’ll 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 Hood’s Achilles’ heel, the very thing that would make him kneel over and surrender.

Everything he has ever desired has been lost. And he’d 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.

"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. 

"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. 

"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. 

"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. 

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. 

"I still don't understand how those walking biohazards are alive." Wes mutters, shuddering again. 

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. 

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. 

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!" 

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 mind—she 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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WEDNESDAY, 8:15 P.M.

You’re 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. It’s the kind of knocking a kid would do: a playful, familiar little rhythm you’ve 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.

There’s the creak of the door opening, and then a cheerful voice saying, “Hey, Pinky.”

“Hey, Dinky,” your roommate replies, popping her gum. “Do you have my order?”

“You know it,” 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. You’re trying to discreetly catch a glimpse of the newcomer over Mina’s 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.

“Hey,” he says brightly, leaning to the side to get a better view of you. “Who’s your cute little friend, Mina?”

Your eyes widen. He’s tall. Blonde, with a little streak of black going through his hair. And he’s pretty. His gold eyes are sleepy-looking and catlike in a way that’s 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 be…

“Denki, y/n,” Mina says, shifting her body sideways and gesturing between the two of you as she introduces you. “Y/n, Denki.”

“Y/n,” says Denki with a wide smile, pushing past Mina to enter the room. “That’s a cute name.”

Mina rolls her eyes and shuts the door behind him. “Don’t get your disgusting cooties on my bed,” she scolds. “You’re filthy.”

“I was skating,” 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; they’re filthy, faded, and ripping apart at the seams.

Denki sees you studying him; he meets your eyes with a smile.

“Whatcha workin’ on, cutie?” he asks curiously.

“Organic chemistry,” you answer shyly.

He finds your soft, demure voice adorable.

“Damn, o chem?” he whistles. “Well, aren’t you a little smarty pants?”

“No, nothing like that,” you say, shaking your head.

“She has a 4.0,” Mina interjects, like a proud mother.

Denki raises his eyebrows at you. “Oh yeah? Beauty and brains, huh?” 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.

“Don’t embarrass her,” 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. “I’m shit at chem,” he laughs; the words are distorted by the joint in his mouth.

“In fact, I might need a tutor,” he grins up at you. He flicks the lighter on, brings the flame to the joint until it catches, then takes a deep drag. “You free?”

“Oh… for tutoring?” you say hesitantly. “Well… I have my internship on the weekdays, and I volunteer on the weekends, so -”

“Aww,” Denki pouts, taking another drag and blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth. “Are you sure? I’d pay you well,” he teases, holding the joint up pointedly.

“I don’t smoke,” you laugh sheepishly.

“Oooh, she’s a goody-goody?” he taunts, looking over at Mina.

“Shut up,” Mina scolds; she’s sitting at her desk now, checking her makeup in a small circular mirror. “You’re totally making her nervous.”

“It’s okay,” Denki shrugs, smiling. He’s leaning back in the beanbag now, with his legs and arms spread out languidly. “I like good girls,” 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. Mina’s mentioned you to him a few times. He remembers her saying that you’re an overachiever. That you’re 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. It’s chilly in here, and he’s very glad for it.

“You sure you don’t wanna try?” Denki teases, holding the joint out to you with an amiable smile. “I could take real good care of you for your first time, you know.”

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.

“Oh, I shouldn’t,” you laugh nervously. “Really. I have to finish this homework by tonight. Thank you, though.”

He laughs. “Well, don’t let me bother you,” he says cheerfully, jerking his head toward your desk. “Go on, get to work.”

“Oh, um, alright.”

You flash Denki a weak smile as you rummage through your drawer. Once you find the pair of earphones you’re looking for, you plug them into your computer and focus your attention back on your pre-recorded lecture.

Denki decides that he’ll hang out for a while, at least until he finishes his blunt. He likes seeing Mina’s 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. Mina’s not paying close attention to Denki, but if she were, she’d see him taking every free opportunity to glance your way.

Right now, he’s bringing his eyes down from your slightly messy hair to look at your pajama shorts. They have lollipops printed on them, and they’re just long enough to be modest. If he had to choose a superpower, he’d 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. They’re 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.

“Gross, Mr. Recruiter,” Mina says, eyeing him out knowingly from her seat. “You’re such a perv, and she’s so sweet and innocent.”

Innocent… that word has his ears perking up. He’s a shark, and that word is blood in the water.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mimi,” he says, smiling.

“Yeah, right,” 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.

“I’m starving,” he announces lazily. “So I guess I’ll leave you ladies to it.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding. “Have a good night.”

“Tell the boys I said hi,” 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. He’s glad to see that your wide eyes are focused on him. He likes the attention from you.

“We’re throwing a party on Friday,” he says brightly. “At the frat house. Mina knows all the details. You should come, y/n.”

“Oh,” you stammer. “Well, like I said, on the weekends, I usually volun -”

“I have some friends that you might get along with,” he grins. “And I’d like to get to know you, too.”

“Um, alright,” you say awkwardly. “Maybe.”

“Okie dokie,” 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 you’re turning to Mina with raised eyebrows, Denki’s walking down the hallway at a lazy pace and pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

There’s a half-formed plan surfacing in his hazy, smoked out mind. It’s a plan for you, Mina’s innocent bookworm of a roommate. Really, he’s kicking himself for not making it a point to meet you ages ago. After all, he’s heard tons about you from Mina. Tons about how shy and quiet you are. He can’t 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 you’re 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. she’s a real cutie.

FRIDAY, 3:45 P.M.

“So are you bringing your little friend tonight?”

It’s Denki’s voice crackling through the speaker on Mina’s 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 you’ve 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. “No, guys,” she says. “I don’t think she’d be down. I don’t think she’s the partying type.”

“Come on, Mina. Just ask her,” Denki pleads sweetly.

“I don’t know,” Mina sighs. “She looks super busy. But let me ask her.”

Mina pulls the phone away from her face, turning her head to look over at you. “Hey, y/n?” she asks, with a smile. “What are you up to tonight?”

“I have to finish my homework,” you say regretfully. “I was planning to go to bed early since I have my internship in the morning…”

“Aaaaw,” Denki whines over the phone; Mina clicks her teeth.

“Oh,” you say, frowning. “They’re having that party tonight, right?”

“Yeah,” Mina says brightly, perking up. “Why, do you wanna come?”

“Oh, no, I was just asking. I don’t think I can go,” you say sheepishly. “I just have so much to do…”

“Come on, y/n,” Denki urges brightly. “I can tell you work so hard. Don’t you think you deserve a break? At least a little one?”

“But I have my internship tomorrow morning,” you argue weakly.

Mina sighs. “You’ve never called in sick as long as I’ve known you. One day won’t hurt. Just come, y/n. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah,” Denki pipes. “Pleeease?”

“I don’t even have anything to wear,” you stammer nervously.

“Let me lend you something,” Mina says cheerfully, sliding off her bed. “In fact, I have the perfect dress for you.”

You hear someone whistle over the phone; Denki laughs. Mina’s rustling through one of her drawers now, tossing clothes every which way. Finally, she finds the dress she’s looking for and brandishes it proudly, holding it out in your direction.

“Here, try it on,” she says, tossing it over to your bed.

You pick it up and look at it, frowning. “This dress is tiny, Mina,” you croak disapprovingly.

“Tiny?” a deep voice laughs over the phone. “Call us back on Facetime, let us see it on her.”

“Shut up, Kat,” Mina tells the stranger over the phone. “You’re such a tool.” Then she directs her attention back to you. “Go ahead, y/n,” she says, smiling. “Try it on.”

“Oh… okay,” you say nervously, as if the guys talking into the phone were actually in the room with you and Mina.

“Don’t worry,” Mina chirps, making a show of covering her eyes. “I won’t peek.”

“She’s shy?” comes an unfamiliar voice through the phone as you drop your clothes to the floor, leaving you just in your bra and panties. “That’s so sweet.”

You pull Mina’s dress over your head, smooth it over your body, then peek over at her.

“I’m ready,” you say demurely. “You can look now.”

She uncovers her eyes; her face lights up when she sees you. “Whoa. Do a spin for me,” she says, making a swirling motion with a manicured finger.

“Does she look as good as I’m imagining?” Denki laughs.

“Yeah. She looks great. Except for one thing.”

“What’s wrong?” you ask, frowning.

“You can’t wear a bra with that, silly,” Mina grins. “The entire back’s open.”

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.

“But…” you start, lowering your voice. “But what if my nipples show?”

“That’s the point, stupid,“ sighs Mina. "Now take your bra off.”

“Oh, okay,” 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.

“Did she free the nipple or what?” Denki teases.

“Yup,” Mina smiles. “She looks great. And she’s got a nice pair on her, too.”

“Send a picture,” someone snickers in the background of the call.

“You’re all dogs,” Mina laughs into the phone, before looking back at you. “You’re wearing that tonight, right, y/n?”

You stammer out a shaky, unintelligible response that Mina takes for an affirmative.

“So she’s in?” asks Denki.

“She’s in,” Mina says quickly, before you have the time to open your mouth and say something.

“Good,” Denki says. You can hear his smile even over the phone. “It would be a shame if she didn’t show that body off.”

Mina laughs. “Right? We’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah.”

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, you’re 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 there’s 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 party’s 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 who’s passed out in the middle of the entryway. There’s 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.

“What?” you yell.

“It’s so fucking crowded in here,” she shouts back over the music. “I’m gonna call Denki.”

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 can’t make out the conversation, but it’s quick, and she’s 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, you’re met by a wide, mischievous smile and sleepy gold eyes. Denki tightens his arm around your neck, looks over at Mina.

“Heeeey, you brought the cutie,” he laughs lazily to her. He’s smoking again, holding the joint between his lips.

“I told you I would,” she teases, plucking the blunt out of his mouth to take a drag from it.

He takes it back, takes a puff.  Then he blows the smoke out slowly into your face and laughs when you flinch.

“That’s a cute dress,” Denki says, looking blatantly down at your tits. He meets your eyes with a grin.

As you babble a nervous thank you, Denki’s thanking his lucky stars for Mina. He can’t believe she got you to wear a dress like that. You weren’t kidding when you called it tiny over the phone. It’s so short that your ass is almost hanging out of the bottom of it. Of course, he’d gotten a nice, leisurely look when he’d 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 he’d expected.

Mina’s 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. You’re so quiet that he has to lean his head down right next to yours to hear what you’re saying.

Really, he’s glad for the excuse to get right up in your face.

“Hey,” Mina shouts suddenly. “Y/n, can I leave you with Denki for a bit? I have a, uh, friend waiting for me upstairs.”

Denki laughs. “Don’t forget to use protection.”

“Shut up,” she snaps, looking back to you for approval.

“Well, I -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Denki answers Mina, interrupting you. He looks down at you, smiling. “I’ve got you. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

“Great,” Mina chirps. “I’ll see you guys later, then.”

And then she’s off and up the stairs, and you’re still pressed tight up against Denki’s 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.

“What’s up, cutie?” he teases, raking his eyes over the bottom of your dress, which is riding high on your thighs. “Are you nervous or something?”

“I’m not used to parties,” you say softly, looking down at your feet.

“Awww,” he pouts. “I can tell.”

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. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s go sit down and relax for a bit.”

He’s asking you about your class schedule as he guides you through the crowd and into what seems like a living room. There’s a big couch against the wall opposite a massive TV.  It’s 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 there’s a little free space in the midst of all the chaos.

“So, with all that homework you do,” he says, leading you toward the couch, “I bet you don’t have time for video games, huh?”

“I’ve never played anything,” you admit sheepishly.

“No way,” he says incredulously, his eyes widening. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

“I guess so,” you mumble, watching him grab the Playstation controller off the coffee table and lower himself onto the free space on the couch. There isn’t room for you on either side of him, and you fidget awkwardly with your hands.

Denki grins knowingly up at your doe-eyed expression.

“What are you waiting for, pretty girl?” he teases. He settles further back into the couch cushions, spreading his long legs out, before patting his lap pointedly. “Come sit,” he says playfully, holding up the Playstation controller. “I wanna play with you.”

He laughs when your cheeks go bright red at the innuendo. “Don’t worry,” he winks, blowing smoke out of his nostrils. “I’ll show you the ropes.”

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 it’s just your bare skin. You look down at your lap, watch his fingers move deftly over the controller. They’re slender and long; his fingernails are painted black.

“What game is this?” you ask shakily, feeling him rest his chin on your shoulder as he clicks through the menu screen.

“Resident Evil,” he says. His breath is hot against your neck, and it sends a chill down your spine.

“Wanna try it out?”

“Um -”

“Here, hold this,” 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. He’s talking into your neck, smiling. He can smell the perfume on your neck, feel the little tremors running through your hands. You’re so nervous, and he can’t help that he’s 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. It’s riding up obscenely high on your cute thighs, too.

If he had it his way, he’d 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.

“You got it?” he asks, squeezing your hands under his.

“I think so.”

“Great,” 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.

“Just try not to die, ‘kay?” he says.

You nod, then start the game.

He watches, amused, as you shakily navigate your character through a dilapidated, snowed-in village. You’re 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 it’s futile. And before you know it, you’re dead.

You drop the controller on the couch with a pounding heart, looking down at Denki’s hand on your leg. He gives your thigh a little squeeze.

“Man,” you say shakily, turning your head back to look up at him with wide eyes. “That was scary.”

Denki grins, amused. He takes a final drag, blows the smoke out against the side of your face.

“You’re too fucking cute, you know that?” he says.

You break eye contact, nervous.

“I can’t wait to introduce you to my friends,” 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.

“What’s up?” he teases. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer.

“Why don’t you try again?” he asks, picking the controller up and handing it back to you.

You obey. And this time, just a fraction of a second after you’ve started the game, he brings both hands to your thighs, slipping the bottom of your dress up slightly.

“I like this dress on you,” 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. “I’m so bad at this,” you say quietly.

“Nah,” he teases, pressing a little kiss to your jugular that makes you shiver. “You’re doing great.”

You’ve just died for the second time at the hands of the werewolves when you feel Denki take his face off your neck.

“Hey, guys,” he yells.

You look in the direction he’s yelling and feel your stomach drop when you see who he’s addressing. It’s 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, you’re sure of it.

But they’re 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 can’t hear to the blond guy he’s with.

“I swear they’re building door frames smaller these days, man,” the big one is saying.

“No, they’re not,” his blond friend replies irritably. “You just need to lay off the steroids.”

“How does that affect his height?” snickers their other friend. “You’re just salty that Kiri’s taller than you.”

“Fuck you, string bean,” replies the blond.

“My friends are gonna love you,” Denki laughs into your ear as they approach. Your heart is racing, watching their massive figures part the crowd.

“Kiri,” he says, pointing to the big guy with the red hair and friendly face.

“Bakugou.” The angry-looking blond with the tattoo snaking up his neck. “But we call him Kat, because he hates it.”

“Sero.” 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 Denki’s 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 isn’t so much skin showing, but this just ends up pulling the fabric further down your tits. Bakugou’s grin deepens.

“This is Mina’s roommate, y/n,” Denki says, squeezing your thighs. “Isn’t she sweet?”

“Super sweet,” Sero grins, blowing smoke out into your face. He’s 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.

“What did I say about starting without us, short stack?” Bakugou sneers to Denki over your shoulder. He takes another sip of his beer, then leans down to you so he’s right up in your face. You flinch and lean back against Denki’s chest to put some space between you and Bakugou. Denki chuckles.

“You didn’t tell us she was this cute,” Bakugou grins. He brings his fingers to your cheek, gives it a hard, nasty pinch. You wince.

“Aw, sensitive little bitch?” Bakugou laughs. He gives your face a light slap; Sero snorts.

“Ouch,” you say quietly. Your eyes are tearing up from the treatment; you frown.

“Don’t be such a fucking asshole,” 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. He’s a giant: so big that crouching brings him to eye level with you. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says, smiling sweetly. “It’s nice to meet you. How are you?”

“I’m good,” you say, trembling slightly. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned. “Is this little perv bothering you?” he jokes, jerking his head over your shoulder, toward Denki.

You shake your head quickly as Denki laughs. “I’ve been taking good care of her, big guy,” 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. “You can tell me if he gets out of line,” he says reassuringly. “I’ll put him in his place, okay?” he smiles.

You nod. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he says, settling onto the ground close to your leg. “What are you up to, princess?” he asks, taking the blunt back from Sero and taking a long drag from it.

“Denki was showing me how to play Resident Evil,” you say demurely.

“It’s her first time,” says Denki, looking at his friends pointedly. “Can you believe that?”

“No way,” Sero drawls. “You popped her cherry without us?”

“Just for the game,” Denki says, smiling.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Sero laughs, handing you the Playstation controller. “You’re gonna show us what you learned, right?”

“Um… okay,” 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.

“She’s doing great for her first time, huh?” Denki laughs against your neck.

“Yeah,” Kiri says, resting his head against your leg. “She’s doing so well.”

Even though you know what’s 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.

“She’s pretty jumpy, huh?” Bakugou grins at you, sipping his beer with his leg pressed up against yours. “What, are you really scared? From a little game?”

You frown. “Well, I —”

“Awww,” Sero says sarcastically. “I think you hurt her feelings. Poor little thing might cry.”

“You’re both such fucking assholes,” Kiri says. “No wonder nobody likes you.” He picks the controller up off the ground, hands it to you with a sweet, sympathetic smile.

“Thank you,” you say shyly.

“Whatever,” Bakugou says irritably. “This is boring as fuck. Let’s go play beer pong.”

Before you can argue, everyone rises to their feet. You’re dumped, standing, off of Denki’s lap. Someone’s 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.

There’s 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 there’s 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 Kiri’s holding.

“Um, how do you play this?” you ask, tugging at Denki’s sleeve. “I’ve never really done something like this before.”

Denki laughs. “Of course you haven’t,” he says, pausing to bend over and grab a ping pong ball out from under the table. He brandishes it with a grin.

“So basically, you throw this ball. Try to make it into a cup in the other team’s 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.”

“But I don’t drink,” you croak weakly.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Sero interjects, smiling.

“Nah,” Denki says, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you. I’ll drink for you.”

“Fuck that,” Bakugou says, from across the table. “We’ll raise the stakes, then, since you idiots are cheating. Everyone on the losing team has to take off one article of clothing.” 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.

Kiri’s leaning back against the wall, taking his turn with the shared blunt. He looks at you, low-eyed. “That’s not really fair,” he argues, sparing you a sympathetic glance. “What about the lady? That’s fucked up, guys.”

“We’ll stack our team, then,” Denki shrugs to Kiri. “Three against two. Me, Sero, and y/n. Against you and Bakugou. We’ll have an extra, so there’s an advantage.”

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, they’re all in on it, because they all want to see what kind of body you’re hiding under that slutty little dress.

The game doesn’t 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 team’s cups every single turn and, soon enough, Denki and Sero are slurring their words and letting their curious hands grope your ass between turns.

It’s 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.

“Go on, losers,” 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.

“You too, short stack,” Bakugou says to Denki.

“Fine. Pervert,” 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. He’s lean too, especially around the waist. But he’s 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.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a guy shirtless before,” Denki teases, laughing at your awestruck face. “You’re too cute.”

You’re babbling an incoherent response with burning cheeks when Bakugou points at you from across the table. “You don’t think you’re getting out of it, do you, loser?” he sneers, before downing the contents of one of the few remaining plastic cups and tossing it into the bin.

“Don’t make me come rip that fucking dress off you,” he grins, laughing when your eyes widen fearfully.

“Chill the fuck out, Kat,” Kiri says, taking a deep drag from his blunt. He’s resting back against the wall, looking at Bakugou distastefully. “You’re being a fucking ass, you know that?”

As you’re thinking about what a gentleman he is, Kiri’s picturing his friend ripping your dress off you and leaving it in shreds on the floor. He’d like to see you standing there all naked and vulnerable with your tits out. He wonders what kind of panties you’re wearing.

But he’s worked hard to curate his nice guy reputation, so he suppresses the perverted smile that’s threatening to surface on his face as he looks at your timid figure.

“I’m just enforcing the rules of the game,” Bakugou drawls.

“You know…,” starts Sero, turning to smile down at you. You feel like you’re shrinking in front of his hungry expression. “I guess it is only fair, y/n,” he laughs. “I mean, you did agree to it when we all started playing.”

“But what about all of the people in here?” you say weakly, shooting Denki a panicked look. “They’re gonna see… I’m not even wearing a bra…”

Bakugou’s grin deepens; he’s a second away from walking over there and grabbing you by the throat so he can tear the fabric off of you. And Kiri’s shifting against the wall, because his pants are getting tight from hearing your innocent voice whine in fear.

“It’s okay, cutie,” Denki says. He gestures between himself and Sero. “Look, we’re shirtless, too. Don’t even worry about it.” He smiles reassuringly. “You’re with all of us. No one’s gonna mess with you, ‘kay?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say shakily.

“Look,” 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. “You’re fine,” he says, bringing his long fingers to the bottom of your dress.

He’s getting impatient now; he’s been waiting way too long to see your cute body out of that dress.

“You’re fine,” 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.

“I’ll even help you take it off, see?” 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 can’t 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.

“Okay,” you agree weakly.

“Attagirl,” Denki laughs, gripping the bottom of your dress and pulling it up, further and further and further.

Denki’s friends watch intently as he pulls your dress upward. They savor every new inch of skin they see, licking their lips in anticipation like they’re going to eat you alive. And soon, they can see the apex of your cute thighs, your sweet little panties. They’re 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 weren’t obscuring your view, you’d 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. You’re 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.

It’s almost as if this is a regular occurrence here in this debauched frat house.

“Awww,” Bakugou sneers. “Look how shy she is.” He laughs when you flinch. “You’re gonna show us your tits, right?”

You look at the ground, too embarrassed to meet their eyes.

“Don’t be shy,” Sero smiles, blowing smoke in your direction. He passes the blunt to Kiri, who watches you with intent, puffy eyes. He’s waiting for another glimpse of your perfect tits, his dick throbbing hard against his pants.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Denki says sweetly. “Can we see?”

“Ah, guys,” 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. “This is a little fucked up, don’t you think?” he says.

But even as he says it, he’s 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 can’t cover your chest up anymore. He’d like to amplify that sweet, embarrassed look you’re wearing on your face.

“Nah,” Denki smiles, wrapping his hands around your hips. “Who’s gonna bother her when we’ve got her?”

Bakugou laughs, takes a puff of Kiri’s blunt.

“You’re okay, right?” 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. It’s sticky under your thighs, wet with spilled alcohol.

“Look, relax,” 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.

“We’ll take good care of you, cutie,” Denki says, placing his hands lightly on your thighs. He runs his thumbs over your skin lightly; you shiver. “We’ll keep you safe. ‘Kay?”

You’re still covering your chest shyly, and Denki’s sick of waiting to see your tits. He puts his hands out palm up with a sweet smile, gesturing for your hands.

“It’s alright,” he says, smiling. “We just wanna see how pretty you are.”

You nod hesitantly, then slowly take your hands off your chest and put them in Denki’s.

“That’s a good girl,” 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 he’s cumming all over your face.

But he has to share.

“Fuck,” Bakugou grins, reaching out to tweak one of your nipples roughly. “Why would you wanna hide these from us, baby?”

You flinch and try to pry your hands free of Denki’s to cover your chest again. But he tightens his hands around yours so you can’t get free. Bakugou laughs in your face.

You look around nervously, hoping one of the others will be nicer to you. Kiri’s 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. He’s completely hard now, and he wants to bury his dick inside of you. He’s dying to spill all his cum in you, to see it dripping out of your pussy.

He looks up at your face, smiles sweetly.

“Why are you so nervous, huh?” Sero laughs, holding the blunt in between his lips. He adjusts his pants to give his hard dick more room. He thinks you’re a disobedient little brat, covering your tits up like that, and he wants to punish you for it.

“I don’t know,” you say shakily.

“Hey,” Denki coos sympathetically. “Why are you so worked up? Why don’t you relax, pretty girl? Can you do that for me?”

You nod. “I think so.”

“You’re so sweet,” 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. He’d 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 you’ve been acting like such a little slut since you showed up at this party.

“Aw, she’s really getting into it,” Bakugou sneers. “How cute.”

You feel Denki supporting the back of your head. As he kisses you, he pushes you down until you’re 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.

Denki’s 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 Denki’s 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.

“My friends think you’re so cute,” Denki says sweetly, still leaning over you. “They can watch, right? You’ll let them watch?”

“Oh… okay,” you agree demurely.

“Good girl,” Denki says.

“Does it hurt to have your head on the hard table, princess?” Kiri asks, towering over Denki’s shoulder. There’s a look of sweet concern on his face.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Poor thing,” Kiri says, frowning. “Let me help you.”

Kiri leans his big figure slightly over to pull his hoodie over his head. As soon as it comes off, your eyes widen. It’s not like you couldn’t 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 he’s shirtless you can really take it in. He’s huge, so massive and cut that you’re 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.

“Lift your head up for me, princess,” he says, leaning over you.

You do, allowing him to slip the hoodie under your head. It’s soft, much more comfortable than the hard, sticky tabletop. And it smells deep and aromatic, just like him.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

You’re still slack-jawed, looking up at his body. Kiri moves a little hair out of your face, then laughs softly. He’s 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.

“What’s up, huh?” he asks, with an anticipatory smile on his face. He’s thinking about how good it’ll feel to get your little virgin pussy used to the monster he’s hiding in his pants. “You good?” he says, feigning concern.

“Y-yeah,” 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. Denki’s 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 it’s 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 it’s worth it. Because he knows that the longer he waits to fuck you, the better it’ll feel when he finally gets his dick wet.

“Um, I’ve… I’ve never done something like this before,” 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 can’t wait to absolutely ruin you. You’re so sweet, so innocent; they can’t 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.

“… So you’re a virgin?” Denki asks, feigning surprise.

You nod, biting your lip. “Is that okay?”

Bakugou laughs, takes a big swig of his beer. He thinks your confused, embarrassed face is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen; he wonders what you’d look like covered in cum.

Sero blows smoke out of his nose, grinning. “Even better,” he says.

Now that they know for sure that you really are as innocent as you seem, they’re getting even more excited to fuck you. Bakugou’s dick is aching, leaking precum on his thigh. It’s been a while since he’s fucked a virgin. He’s missed the feeling of turning an innocent, timid little thing like you into a nasty, screaming slut. And that’s his favorite thing about this: being the one to fuck that frightened little expression off your face until you’re moaning on his cock.

Denki laughs, squeezing your thigh softly. He knew from the first moment he saw you.

“I didn’t think you could get any cuter,” he says.

Kiri’s 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.

“So you’ve never had your pussy eaten, then?” Denki grins.

You wince at the dirty words, then shake your head. The boys are thinking about how adorable it is that you can’t even stand to hear the words. They can’t wait to see how embarrassed you’ll 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.

“I didn’t think so,” Denki laughs.

He brings his hand to your pussy again, runs his slender fingers over the outside of your panties until you’re squirming. He’s 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.

“You’re so fucking sensitive,” 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.

“I wanna taste you,” Denki pouts. “Can I taste you?”

“I —” you start, but pause to twitch as he gives your clit a few light slaps through your panties. “Oh my god,” you say quietly.

“I promise it’s gonna feel good,” he says sweetly.

“I don’t know,” you say nervously.

The boys are starting to get impatient. They’re 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 that’s 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 you’re screaming.

“What if my friends help you relax first?” Denki smiles. “You want them to get you nice and relaxed before I taste you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you say shakily. Your eyes dart up to Kiri, who’s still stroking your hair tenderly.

“Oh, you want Kiri?” Denki says sweetly. “You like the nice guys, huh?”

Bakugou and Sero both snicker, swapping substances. They’re not surprised you want Kiri. After all, that’s his thing. He works hard to get girls comfortable, because they’d be terrified of him otherwise — 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 that’s okay with them. Because neither of them have the patience to play nice. They just want to abuse you.

“Well, go on, Kiri,” 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. You’re 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.

“It’s alright,” Kiri says softly. “We’re gonna make you feel real good. You want that, princess?”

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 you’re screaming his name, cumming all over his tongue.

“Shit, look at you,” Kiri says. He’s 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 you’d make even cuter faces if he shoved his hard dick into you and fucked you dumb.

“Feels good, huh?” he teases.

“Yes,” 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. Kiri’s mouth meets yours, slow and gentle. And soon, you’re moaning into it, squirming desperately against Denki’s 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. It’s taking everything in him to keep from squeezing them so hard you cry. But that’s 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 you’ll let him stretch your tight little pussy out.

So he’ll be patient.

“You like this, baby?” he asks against your neck, rubbing your tits gently.

“Yes,” you gasp. You’re starting to get overwhelmed by the pleasure from the two of them toying with your body. Kiri’s licking your neck and squeezing your tits, and Denki’s 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.

“Fuck,” he smiles, watching you squirm under his touch. “You’re so fucking adorable.”

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 it’s taking so long. Sometimes it’s tedious for them to wait while the two nice guys get girls ready.

But it’s always worth it to go in and ruin a dripping pussy. They like taking advantage of their friends’ hard work. After all, the two of them aren’t patient enough to do the teasing themselves. They’d 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.

“Aw, pretty girl,” he says. “You’re so wet for us already.”

Denki licks his lips, then presses his mouth to your wet panties. He kisses and licks your clit softly through the fabric until you’re 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 Kiri’s mouth between kisses. The heat of Denki’s 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 he’s dying for some kind of relief.

So he wants to hurry this up.

“Can my friends touch you, too?” Kiri asks against your mouth.

You nod obediently.

“You’re such a good girl,” 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. “Perfect timing,” he says, smiling.

“Always takes so fucking long to get them ready,” 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. They’ve been waiting so long for this, and they don’t hold back when they start groping you. You flinch with each nasty pinch, each squeeze to your thighs and tits.

Denki’s starting to lick at your clit harder, and your hips start to lift off the table as you moan into Kiri’s mouth. Bakugou grabs you by the hips, slams you roughly back down onto the table.

“I thought you were a virgin,” Bakugou taunts. “So why are you moaning like such a little whore?”

You whimper into Kiri’s 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 Sero’s mouth latch onto your nipple. He bites you hard, and you cry out into Kiri’s mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Kiri says sweetly against your lips. “They’re just a little overeager. But you’re a big girl… you can take it, can’t you? You’ll do that for me, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” 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.

“Is she ready?” Denki asks his friends, with his face still between your legs. He hooks his fingers over the sides of your panties.

“Do you want us to make you feel even better, princess?” Kiri smiles down at you.

“Please,” you whimper.

“She’s ready,” 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 he’s untangling them from your feet. Kiri’s mouth comes back down to suck at your neck.

“Fuck,” Denki murmurs. “You have such a pretty little pussy.”

You wince at the words, tangling your hands up in Kiri’s 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 Kiri’s at your side, and Bakugou’s near your head.

Your pussy is extra sensitive after all of the teasing and touching you’ve 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.

“Look at her,” Bakugou laughs nastily, watching you squirm with a smirk on his face. “All that after just one lick to her pussy.”

“I bet she’ll cum before one of us even fucks her,” Sero grins.

“Such a cute little virgin,” Bakugou sneers. “Where do you even find these girls, Denki?”

“Fuck,” Denki groans into your pussy, squeezing his dick through his pants. He’s too distracted to answer his friend’s question, too drunk on your pussy. “You taste so good,” he says breathily.

He continues to lick at your clit, enjoying the noises he’s 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 you’re feeling good like that. They’re all wishing they could be in Denki’s 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.

“She’s doing so fucking well for her first time, isn’t she guys?” Kiri grins at his friends over your body. “You think she’ll cum for us soon?”

“Looks like it,” Sero laughs, watching your eyes roll back with an amused smile.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, balling your hands up into fists as Denki’s tongue teases your dripping slit.

“Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” Bakugou leers. He brings his hand to your face to scrunch up your cheeks. “Open your eyes,” he commands roughly. “Look at me.”

You force your eyes open, making a conscious effort to keep them from rolling back. The feeling of Denki’s tongue lapping at your pussy as Kiri and Sero tweak your nipples is too much, and your muscles are starting to tense up.

“Such a cute rack,” Sero says, before delivering a sharp smack to your chest. You cry out, bringing a hand up in self-defense.

“Uh uh,” 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 you’re 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 can’t move again.

“Is this what you wanted, wearing that tiny little dress here?” Bakugou sneers, leaning right over you. His chain swings over your face. “You nasty little bitch,” he laughs.

“I didn’t —” you start, but you trail off as you feel Denki’s hot tongue pushing at the entrance of your pussy. Bakugou frowns; he doesn’t like that — disobedient little bitches who can’t even answer simple yes or no questions.

“Answer me, you fucking slut,” Bakugou says, slapping your cheek. He tightens his fingers around your wrist, watching you wince. “At least tell me what a little slut you are,” he spits. “Say it.”

“I’m a slut,” you answer tearily.

“That’s right,” he grins. He loves that. An innocent girl admitting just how much of a whore she is really gets his dick hard.

Denki’s eating you sloppily now, drunk off the sweet taste of your pussy. He’s 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.

It’s too good. You can’t 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 you’re feeling good, that you want his tongue to fuck you that badly.

“Gotta keep your legs spread open, sweetheart,” 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 you’re 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 you’re gasping for air.

“Wow, you’re sensitive,” Denki laughs from between your legs. “Fuck. You’re so cute. And you taste so fucking good.”

“If she tastes that fucking good and you don’t wanna share, why don’t you give her a little more, Kami?” Sero laughs. He uses his free hand to grab Denki’s hair, shoving his face into your pussy roughly.

“Damn,” Bakugou laughs into your fucked out face. “I bet we can turn this one into a little slut for dick. Look how much the cute little bitch loves getting her pussy eaten.”

You moan, making a futile attempt to free your aching wrists from Bakugou’s hand. When Kiri and Sero bring their faces to your tits to suck your nipples, you cry out. It’s so much, and you’re so sensitive, so stimulated everywhere, that you can barely take it.

“Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” Bakugou laughs.

You’re too busy moaning to say anything in response, and Bakugou doesn’t like that one bit. He likes his bitches responsive. Obedient.

“What, are you fucking stupid?” he sneers down at you, slapping your face. “Can’t fucking answer me?”

“I’m sorry, I — I — oh my god,” you whimper, your mouth hanging open as the tension inside of you builds higher.

“I — I —,” Bakugou mocks you nastily. “Dumb bitch can’t even talk,” he laughs.

Bakugou’s pissed off now. If you’re going to act like a stupid whore, he’s 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.

“Be a good little slut,” he laughs into your face, slapping your cheek hard enough that your eyes tear up. “Swallow that for me.”

Obediently, you choke his hot spit down, feeling Denki speed up his pace on your clit eagerly.

“There you go,” Bakugou leers.

“It — feels so good,” you gasp. Because the boys are all going at you eagerly now. Sero’s squeezing your thigh hard as he laps messily at your tits. Kiri’s 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.

“It’ll feel even better when that little pervert sticks his fingers inside of you,” Bakugou grins against your mouth.

“Inside of me?” you say shakily.

“Don’t be scared,” Denki says against your thigh. “It’s gonna make everything even better, pretty girl.”

“Okay,” you say fearfully, right before Bakugou’s 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.

“Fuck,” Denki says. “She’s so fucking tight.”

“Shit,” Kiri laughs breathily, looking down at your pussy. “Hurry up, Kami, let the rest of us get a turn.”

“You want that?” Bakugou laughs into your mouth as Denki starts to pump his finger in and out of you. “Do you want us to take turns using your little virgin body?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer obediently.

“You take forever, Denki,” Kiri laughs.

“We’ve gotta prep her a little or we’ll break her, big guy,” 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.

“That’s the fun, right?” Bakugou says, pulling away from your mouth to look up at his friends.

“I hope you know you’re not going first this time,” Sero says snidely to Bakugou. “You got the last few.”

“Then who the fuck is?” Bakugou retorts.

“Why don’t we let her choose?” Denki says. He’s 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, Denki’s fingers are curling inside of you against that sweet spot just right, and your moans are getting louder and louder.

“Fuck,” Bakugou grins, watching your flushed face get more and more euphoric. “She’s gonna cum.”

“Shit, look at that,” Kiri laughs. He’s looking at your thighs, watching the way they tense and shake as Denki’s 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.

“Hoooly shit,” Sero laughs. “Already?”

Denki sees how close you’re getting, and he’s 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 Denki’s fingers move inside of you. Those noises get them so hard that it hurts. They’re all aching to fuck your body, to relieve the tension building up inside of them.

Denki loves how sensitive you are. You’re so sweet, just dripping all over his tongue, all over his fingers.

“What a good fucking girl,” Kiri grins, watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you get closer and closer to cumming.

You’re shuddering, your pussy leaking out onto Denki’s fingers as they stroke against your g spot and build up the tension in you even higher.

“Come on,” Bakugou says, squeezing your neck so hard that you can barely breathe. “Be a good whore for us,” he sneers. “That little perv between your legs wants to drink up all your cum.”

“Oh,” you whine, gasping for air.

“Are you gonna cum in his mouth?” Bakugou leers.

“Y-yes,” you gasp.

“Tell me what you’re gonna do,” Bakugou commands. “Use your words like a big girl.”

“I’m gonna — oh, god, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp. Denki’s tongue hits your clit one more time, and all the tension starts bursting out of you. Your hips buck upward, met by Kiri’s big arm barring you against the table.

“She’s too fucking cute, cumming so quick,” Kiri smiles, holding your hips down and forcing your legs open as your pussy contracts around Denki’s 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 Bakugou’s greedy mouth.

“What did I tell you?” Sero laughs to Kiri. “Look at her little toes curling,” he teases, playing with your tits.

Denki keeps curling his fingers until you’re whining and tearing up from overstimulation. And when you’re 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.

“You’re such a nasty little slut, cumming from a couple fingers in you,” Bakugou laughs into your gasping mouth. “I bet you just can’t wait to cum all over a dick, huh?”

You’re still catching your breath, and you gasp obediently, “Yes, yes, I want to.”

“Whose dick do you want first?” he grins. “Hmm?”

“Give her a second,” Kiri laughs. “Damn, can’t you see that she’s still going through the aftershocks?”

But even though he’s being a gentleman, Kiri’s just as guilty as the rest of them. They’re all hard, aching, waiting impatiently for you to choose who will be the first of them to stretch out your pretty pussy.

“So fucking what?” Bakugou says, scowling.

“You okay?” Kiri asks disingenuously, moving your hair out of your sweaty face as you catch your breath.

You nod, looking around hazily.

“So?” Sero asks, looking down at you expectantly. “Who are you gonna take first?”

“F-first?” you stammer groggily.

Sero laughs. “I mean, you can take two of us at once, if that’s more your thing,” he says sarcastically.

“Don’t be such an ass,” Kiri scolds.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Denki says, leaning over you and wiping his wet mouth on the back of his hand. Now that he’s tasted you, he wants to feel you. Your pussy is so sweet and tight; he’s dying to feel you clenching around his cock. “Who do you want first?” he asks, smiling.

Your cheeks are burning, and you’re shying away from their towering figures.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Bakugou sneers. “You’re lucky we’re even letting you pick who goes first.”

They’re all looking down at you expectantly now — even Kiri, who has a slight smile on his face. Your eyes dart around until they settle, instinctually, on the one that’s shown you the most kindness tonight.

Kiri smiles. He’s glad that you picked him. But at the same time, he feels a little guilty for what he’s about to do to you.

“Interesting,” Sero laughs.

Bakugou shrugs, smiling. “It’s your funeral, baby.”

“W-what?” you squeak.

But no one bothers to clarify. Instead, the four of them grab you, rotating you over the table so you’re 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.

Kiri’s between your thighs now, and the other three are clustered around your upper body. You’re staring right into their crotches. You gulp. You’re 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.

“Why are you being such a little slut for Kiri?” Bakugou laughs into your face. “That wasn’t a very smart choice. Didn’t you notice how big he is? He might rip your poor virgin pussy apart,” he teases.

Sero laughs.

You feel Kiri’s hands tighten around your hips, pulling you closer to him until your pussy’s 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.

“Aw,” Kiri smiles sympathetically. “Don’t listen to him, princess. It’s okay.”

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 Denki’s 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 you’re whimpering.

“God damn, you’re wet,” he grins. “And so tight.”

“Gimme your hand, pretty girl,” 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.

“You’re so cute,” Denki says, smiling down at you. “See what you do to all of us? We’re so fucking hard, just from watching you.”

“Oh,” you say fearfully, letting him rub your hand over his dick. It’s thick, hot through his pants, which are wet with his precum.

“Did it feel good to cum in my mouth earlier?” Denki smiles.

“Yes,” you say, nodding eagerly as you look up at him.

“You should thank him,” Bakugou sneers, tugging at your hair roughly.

“T-thank you,” you whimper.

“Are you gonna make us feel good, too?” Denki asks curiously.

You nod.

“You’re so sweet,” he says. “Now come on, give Sero some love too.”

You reach your other hand out obediently and grab Sero’s dick through his pants. He inhales sharply through his teeth. Bakugou just watches it all happen, amused at how you’re struggling to focus with Kiri’s big fingers fucking you.

“Shhhit,” Denki laughs breathily. “You wanna feel us for real, cutie?”

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. Bakugou’s amused at the shocked look on your face. Your mouth looks so perfect hanging open like that; he’d like to shove his dick in it, make you choke and gag around him.

“She’s getting so wet,” 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.

“Kiri,” you whine tearily, “your hands are so big, please.”

“You can take it,” he says. “You’re such a good girl. I know you can take it.”

As Kiri slips a fourth finger inside of your pussy, Denki and Sero guide your hands to their dicks. They’re both so slippery, so big and heavy in your palms. You gulp, wrapping your hands around them weakly.

“Come on,” says Sero disapprovingly. “Grip it.”

He wraps his hand around yours, tightening it around his dick. “You can do better than that, right? Or do I have to show you step-by-step how to stroke a dick?”

You’re trying your best to focus, but Kiri’s fingers are filling you up so well that you’re struggling to even keep your eyes open.

“Fine,” 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 you’re gagging and choking, and he only stops when his fingers are lubed up with your spit.

“Since you’re gonna be a disobedient little bitch, I’ll give you easy to follow instructions, okay?” he laughs down at you, lubing up his dick with your spit.

Bakugou snorts, grinning.

“It’s not difficult,” he leers, watching you sniffle. “Hold it tight, and stroke it,” he says, jacking off in front of you.

“Got it?”

You nod obediently, bringing your hands out to wrap them around Sero and Denki’s dicks. You follow his example, jack the two of them off messily.

“Are you ready, princess?” comes Kiri’s voice from between your legs.

“Huh?” 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 — he might rip you apart. There’s absolutely no way he’ll fit inside of you.

“It’s so big,” you say shakily.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Bakugou sneers from behind you.

“But —”

“It’s alright,” Kiri grins as he rubs the slick, precum-coated tip of his cock over your glistening cunt. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“It’s too big,” you choke. “I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“You just took four fingers for me,” he says sweetly. “I know you can take my dick.”

“Oka—” you start, but before you can even get the word out, Kiri’s shoving the fat head of his cock inside of you, pushing in deep without even giving you a second to adjust.

“Oh my god,” you cry, with tears rolling down your cheeks. “It’s so big, it hurts.”

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.

“It’s s-so big,” you choke.

“You’re okay, right, princess?” he breathes. “You can take the whole thing for me, can’t you?”

“The whole thing?” 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 Kiri’s dick as you stroke theirs with shaky hands.

“It’s just a little more until I’m all the way in,” Kiri grins.

“What do you mean?” you say tearily, not sure how he could possibly be any bigger than what’s 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.

“Oh, it hurts,” you say tearily.

But for some reason, the pain is so good.

“It’s too bi — oh, god,” you moan.

The boys watch hungrily, intently, as your toes start to curl and your back starts to arch.

“Fuck,” Kiri says, feeling you start to tighten around his throbbing dick. “Does my cock feel good, princess?” he groans, grabbing the base of his dick. “You’re tightening so hard around me, shit.”

“It feels so good,” you gasp. “I think I’m — I’m gonna cum,” you say tearfully as the tension inside of you starts to release.

“Shit,” Kiri breathes, feeling your pussy start to contract around him.

“Cumming again, just like that?” Bakugou laughs down at you, squeezing his hand around your throat. “What a filthy fucking slut. She’s my new favorite.”

“Fuuuck,” Kiri groans. “She’s cumming all over my dick.”

He fucks you feverishly, watches your body squirm as you cum. You’re getting so wet, gushing so much slick out on his dick, that he can’t help but slam his entire cock into you over and over again as your pussy convulses.

“Holy shit,” Denki laughs, watching your face intently. He couldn’t 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.

“Don’t fucking stop stroking my dick,” Sero says. “I don’t care if you’re cumming.”

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 you’re 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 he’s ever felt before.

He holds your hips tight, pounds into you until you’re crying. He really doesn’t want to hurt you, but right now he’s too focused on himself. It’s been so long since he’s 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 you’re 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 Bakugou’s mouth each time he bottoms out.

Bakugou stops kissing you to grin up at Kiri.

“The girls always think you’ll be the nicest, Kiri,” he laughs. “You do them so fucking wrong.”

“You should really stop making the poor virgins cry,” Sero snorts.

“She’s fine,” Kiri says breathily, pulling out almost all the way. “She’s taking my dick so fucking well. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes,” 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. Bakugou’s grinning down at you in amusement. He wraps his hand around your throat, brings his mouth to yours again as you cry out.

“Damn,” he sneers into your mouth. “For a virgin, you sure do moan like a fucking cockslut, huh?”

He looks up at his friends. “Hey, guys,” he says. “Don’t you think she’s getting kinda loud? Maybe I should shove my dick down her throat, shut her the fuck up.”

“Aww,” says Sero, watching you stroke his long, slippery dick. “But she sounds so pretty crying like that.”

“You’re such a whore,” Bakugou laughs into your mouth. “Letting us do whatever the fuck we want to you. It’s only your first time, and you’re already a disgusting little slut, aren’t you?”

You nod tearily.

“Have you ever sucked a dick before?” he sneers.

“No, I —”

“That’s okay,” Bakugou laughs. “I’m gonna fuck your little virgin throat until you get used to the feeling of having a cock in your mouth.”

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. He’s way too big.

But Bakugou’s going to make it fit. He grips your face, smacks your cheeks with his dick until you’re tearing up.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he says sharply.

You obey, and he pins you down on the table by your throat, with your head just hanging off the edge.

“Stick your tongue out,” 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.

“How’s it taste?” he laughs.

“S-so good,” 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. You’re 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 you’re 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.

“Fuck,” you hear Kiri groan as his hips start to move erratically. “I’m about to cum.”

“Wow, you usually last a little longer, huh, big guy?” Denki laughs.

“It’s too fucking good,” Kiri says feverishly. “I’m gonna — fuck — fill her pussy up.”

Kiri thrusts into you hard, and it pushes you back onto Bakugou’s dick. You choke, gagging as his precum coats the ridges of your throat.

“I wonder if she’d mind you shooting your cum in her,” Bakugou laughs, tightening his hand around your throat, feeling his dick move in and out of it.

“Shit, I wanna fill her up so bad,” Kiri groans, tightening his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Too bad we can’t ask her opinion, right?” Bakugou laughs. “It looks like she’s too busy gagging on my dick like a whore.”

The words have your core tightening; your back starts to arch again.

“It’s gonna feel so good to have my cum fill your pussy, princess, I promise,” Kiri groans. “Maybe we’ll even get you pregnant, keep you here with us so you can be our good little fucktoy forever.”

Your pussy tightens harder, and you’re moaning around Bakugou’s dick, your toes twitching.

“Shiiit, she likes that?” Denki breathes, moving your hand quickly over his dick. He flicks your tits, watches hungrily as your body tenses up. “What a little freak.”

“Maybe we won’t have to give her the plan B after all,” Sero laughs.

Your pussy keeps tightening, getting wetter and wetter, dripping onto Kiri’s dick as he fucks you.

“Man, it was so easy to turn you into a whore for dick,” Bakugou sneers as he continues to thrust into your bruised throat. You’re gasping for air, your nose running, your jaw aching, and it’s all so good.

Finally, the tension building inside of you reaches a head, and your pussy starts to twitch around Kiri’s dick.

“Shit, she’s cumming on me again,” Kiri groans. “Holy fuck, it’s so wet… I can’t hold it anymore… oh, shit,” 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.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groans. The moans you’re choking out are vibrating your throat around his dick. He’s 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 Kiri’s 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 he’s 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.

Kiri’s leaning over to kiss your thighs, watching big globs of his thick cum drip out of your pussy and onto the floor.

“You’re so full, princess,” he says, shoving his fingers inside of you to push his cum even deeper. He’s 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.

You’re 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.

“Wake up, brat,” he says nastily, leaning over into your face. “You’re not fucking done.”

You blink the grogginess out of your eyes, watching Bakugou pull his pants up and rise to his full height.

“Where’s your stash at, Kami?” Bakugou demands, sweat beading and dripping down his chest.

“Shirt pocket,” Denki answers distractedly, jacking your hand over his leaking dick. “Lighter too.”

Bakugou retrieves a pre-rolled joint and a lighter from Denki’s 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.

They’re 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. That’s part of the arrangement.

Bakugou snorts as he watches you. You’re clearly tired, struggling to move your burning arms enough to jack Denki and Sero off. He thinks it’s pathetic.

“Don’t get lazy, baby,” Denki pouts. “You better do a good job, or Sero’s gonna want to punish you.”

“Uh oh,” grins Bakugou.

Sero looks up at Denki, jerks his head toward the couch. You’re a lazy, disobedient little bitch, and you haven’t been giving him or Denki nearly enough attention.

“No way,” laughs Denki to Sero. “You’re so fucked up, dude.”

“Damn, you guys are ruthless,” 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 you’re 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.

“What are we doing?” you ask fearfully.

Kiri and Bakugou settle into the couch nearby, watching the events unfold curiously.

“You’ll see,” grins Denki.

Sero brings his mouth to your ear, using both hands to knead your ass. “How many times did we have to correct you back there?” he asks, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’m not sure,” you stammer. “A lot?”

Bakugou snickers.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “A lot.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammer quietly.

“See, we have to punish you now,” he pouts, kissing your ear. “I guess you shouldn’t have been so lazy.”

You look fearfully over at Denki, but he’s just smirking at you.

“Punish?” you croak.

“I think Kiri and Kat punished your poor little pussy and mouth enough,” Sero laughs, nipping at your ear. “But there’s another place they didn’t even touch, right?”

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.

“I bet your little virgin ass is so tight,” he laughs. “What do you think, Kami?”

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” he agrees, smiling.

“Since you wanna be a disobedient, lazy bitch, you’re gonna find out how it feels to take a cock up your ass,” Sero laughs into your neck, gripping your ass hard.

“Damn,” Bakugou says, sipping his beer. “I guess she’ll be getting all her firsts today.”

“Yeah,” Kiri smiles, blowing smoke out as he stares at your ass. “Brutal.”

You squirm in Sero’s 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.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” he says. “Are you scared?”

You nod.

“Aw,” he pouts. “Come here, gimme a kiss.”

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.

“Don’t forget about Kami,” he says, pulling back slightly. “He treated you so nice earlier… you wouldn’t want to ignore him, right?”

You nod obediently, then let Sero wrap his hand around your neck again to direct your face toward Denki’s mouth. You kiss Denki, listening to the messy sound of his fist moving over his dick.

“Can you stroke it for me?” 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 he’s gasping softly. And at the same time, you grind downward on Sero’s lab, rubbing yourself over his hard dick.

“Open up for me,” Sero says.

You pull back from Denki’s face and open your mouth for him. He dips four long fingers into your throat until you’re gagging, and only pulls them back when they’re 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 Sero’s lap.

You feel Sero’s hands spread your ass out, then his fingers teasing at your tight hole. You whimper into Denki’s 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 you’re gasping against Denki’s 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.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Sero says through his teeth.

Denki groans into your mouth as you hit a particularly good spot on his dick. He’s so sensitive, so slick. He’s just aching for you, because he’s been waiting patiently for his turn to fuck you. He can’t wait to get inside of you.

You cry out when Sero buries his two fingers up to the knuckle inside your ass. Denki’s still groaning into your mouth at the same time, using his hands to squeeze your tits needily. Straddling Sero’s lap, you can feel the way he’s getting harder off watching you swap spit with Denki as his fingers stretch your ass out.

“Do you want another finger in your ass?” Sero asks, bringing his mouth to your throat.

You nod, mumbling an affirmation.

“Come here,” Sero says, “tell me.”

You bring your mouth to Sero’s and let Denki take his turn kissing your neck.

“Yes, I want another,” 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.

“How does it feel?” he asks against your lips.

“It’s — oh, it feels weird,” 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 he’s about to stuff  you with.

Sero’s getting tired of prepping you; he’s just dying to relieve his aching dick in your tight ass. And Denki’s getting impatient, too — Sero can tell from the sloppy way he’s 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 Denki’s 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 can’t believe his friends are getting to fuck you before he does.

“Oh, fuck,” Sero says, slipping the head of his dick in your ass. He relishes the submissive whimpers falling from your lips as he does. “It’s so fucking tight,” he groans.

“It hurts,” you say weakly.

“You gotta relax,” Sero says through his teeth, “unless you want it to hurt.”

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.

You’re squeezing him so fucking tight. He’s 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 you’re finally able to sink almost all the way down on Sero’s long dick, Denki rises from the couch. He crouches in front of your spread legs, watching your ass swallow up Sero’s cock. You sink lower and lower until, finally, it’s all the way in. Denki rubs your clit, looks up at you from between your legs as your eyes roll back.

“Spread her out more,” Denki says. “Lean her back for me.”

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.

“Damn,” he grins, “you’re a mess. Do you want me to clean that cum up for you, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you whimper.

You watch, wide-eyed, as Denki brings his tongue to your pussy, licking the dripping cum out of you.

“You’re fucking sick, dude,” 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; he’s not surprised by anything he does anymore.

“What?” Denki asks, grinning. He sticks two fingers inside of you, then drags Kiri’s 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.

“Are you gonna share with me?” Denki grins over your shoulder.

“Fine,” 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, it’s unbelievably tight in your pussy.

Denki thrusts in deep, and when he pulls his dick back out, it’s coated in Kiri’s cum. And soon, more precum is leaking out of Sero’s dick, and he’s 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. You’re too full; each time the two of them bottom out at once, you squirm. But with Sero’s hands securing your legs, you can’t really move. Really, you can’t 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 Kiri’s 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 Kiri’s 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 Sero’s shoulder. They can both tell you’re almost there.

“Are you gonna cum on my dick?” Sero asks.

“Yes, I’m gonna cum,” 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.

“Shit,” 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 can’t 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.

“Holy fuck,” 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 Sero’s 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 you’re still struggling to catch your breath, thinking that he can’t possibly —

“You ready to go again, big boy?” Denki laughs.

“Give her to me,” Kiri grins to Sero.

Sero hands you off, and you feel Kiri’s big arms enveloping you. He sits on the couch underneath you, moving you on his lap easily, like you’re a toy. As you’re still coming down from your orgasm, he hovers you over his massive dick, with Sero’s cum still leaking out of your ass and dripping onto his lap.

“You okay, princess?” he teases into your ear.

You nod groggily.

“Mm,” he smiles. “You want some more cum in you?”

“Yes,” you say obediently.

“Good,” he laughs. “Because we’re gonna breed you, baby.”

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 Kiri’s dick stuffing you so full.

“Shit,” 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 Kiri’s.

You gasp, looking down at the both of them moving in you at once. They’re both so thick. You can’t believe they can both fit inside of your cunt. And it feels like they can’t, feels like they might rip you apart at any moment.

Denki fucks you quickly. He can’t 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.

“You’re gonna take so much cum in you today, baby,” Kiri says from behind you. “Do you like being so fucking full of it?”

“Yes,” you gasp.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he says.

“I’m cumming,” 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 Denki’s hot cum coating his cock as he fucks you is too good. It’s so wet, so messy inside of you as Denki’s cum mixes with Kiri’s first big load. You’re 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 Denki’s filled you up, it’s Kiri’s turn again. So he plants his feet on the ground, tightens his grip on you so you’re 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 you’re whining and crying into Denki’s 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.

“Are you gonna cum for us again, baby?” Kiri asks.

“Ye-e-s,” you groan, as he slams into you.

“Come on, give it to me,” 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.

“Mm… fuck,” says Kiri through gritted teeth. Each time your ass contracts he can feel a little bit of Sero’s 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 there’s nothing left.

You’re 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 he’s holding. He crushes it, tosses the can onto the ground.

Kiri’s 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.

“My turn,” 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 Kiri’s hands leave your body. Bakugou flips you over roughly so you’re 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. You’re disgusting: face shoved in the couch cushions, sniffling, with cum dripping out of your ruined pussy and ass.

“God, you’re a fucking mess,” he says, slapping your ass hard until you’re shaking and crying into the couch.

Once he’s had his fill of abusing you, Bakugou shoves his dick into your ass with no prep. You cry out, but it’s muffled by the couch cushions he has your face shoved into.

“Still so fucking tight,” 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.

You’re struggling to take his dick, but Bakugou doesn’t really care. He just keeps fucking you balls deep, regardless of your panting and twitching. His dick is lubed up by Sero’s cum, and it feels good — wet and tight inside of you. So he doesn’t really care how you’re feeling, or if you’re comfortable.

“Arch your fucking back, take it deeper,” 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.

“That’s right,” he snarls. “Be a good fucking cumslut, show me how much you like to take a cock.”

You whimper demurely. Bakugou continues to fuck your ass as his friends jerk their hands over their cum-coated dicks. The way you’re taking his dick so deep in your ass, bearing the nasty abuse he’s giving you with tears rolling down your cheeks, has them all so hard again.

“You want more cum? You want it all over your pretty little face?” he sneers, grabbing you by the cheeks, forcing you to look back at him.

You nod tearily. “Yes, please,” 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.

“Get on your knees, you filthy bitch,” he says.

You obey, sniffling, and the four boys crowd around you, stroking their dicks right into your face.

“What do you want from us?” Bakugou grins nastily down at you.

“I — I want your cum,” you stammer.

“Why don’t you ask us nicely?” Bakugou asks, slapping your face with his dick.

“Can I have your cum, please?” 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.

“You’ve been such a good girl for us, taking so much cum,” he says breathily, as he jacks off into your face. “Let me give you some more.”

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 he’s 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 Denki’s even done, stroking his cum out onto your tits, until it’s 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.

“Fuck, you look so fucking nasty. Open your fucking mouth for me,” he says. “Stick your tongue out.”

You obey, with drops of Kiri’s 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. You’re exhausted, shaky, with cum all over your face, neck, and chest. There’s some burning your eye, and some drying in your hair.

“Hey,” Bakugou laughs down at you. He points at his grinning face. “You have a little something right here.”

SATURDAY, 2:50 A.M.

You shut the light off in the unfamiliar bathroom with a sigh. You’ve gotten all of the cum out of your hair and off your face, but your eye is still red and burning.

Mina’s waiting for you against the wall opposite the bathroom door, smoking a cigarette.

“So,” she says, smiling knowingly.

“So?” you ask, rolling your eyes. You pluck the cigarette out of her hand, take a deep drag and exhale slowly.

“So, did they fall for your little innocent act?”

“Of course they did,” you smile, tapping ash on the sticky floor before handing the cigarette back to her. “Frat boys are too fucking easy.”

She laughs. “Especially the virgin hunters, right?”

“Mhm,” you say. “Did you get my video?”

“Yup,” she responds brightly. “Set the camera up right where you asked me and everything.”

“Perfect,” you say, studying your nails. “That was another one for the books.”

“Uh huh,” she laughs, looping her arm through yours. She looks over at you with a knowing smile.

“You’re not gonna call in sick for your internship tomorrow, are you?” she laughs.

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 Togruta’s cloak hadn’t left Shin’s shoulders since that first night, waking with it draped around her shoulders. 

Her tunic had been ruined with blood and holes that even she could not repair, so the Jedi’s cloak became all she had to cover her modesty, though Sabine had helped her repair the straps of her bra. The pants she’d 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. 

Shin’s gloves and pauldrons stopped just before her elbows, bare skin and muscle just barely covered by Ahsoka’s 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. 

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 wouldn’t 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 Apprentice’s hands. Huyang hadn’t 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 Ahsoka’s cloak whipping in the wind as she whistled for her Howler. 

Shin rode hard and fast across the Peridean wastes. The Nomads that had allied with the ‘Rebels’ had done what Shin’s own bandits could not; They found Baylan Sköll, and she would be damned if she let him get away. 

“We need not be at odds.” 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 Howler’s 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.

“You were supposed to return with the Imperial fleet,” His chin rose, yet he still did not look at her, igniting the anger that sat dormand in her veins. 

“I was supposed to die.” 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 he’d created. “I was supposed to die when Thrawn realized you were gone.” 

Baylan’s head turned until Shin could see the hard line of his lips. “You turned against me.” 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. 

“Only a Sith deals in these absolutes, Shin. We are not Sith,” He sounded tired, like a father explaining to his child that the park was closed and they could not go play until another day.

“I am what you made me!” 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. “This is the end for you, my Master.” 

Near red arced through the air towards Baylan’s head, he’d 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. “Shin, you need to stop,” The Mandalorian was out of breath, like she’d ran the whole way here, or had worked herself up at the thought of what she knew Shin would do.

“This isn’t you,” Sabine pleaded, trying to get yellowed eyes to look at her, to turn their murderous intent away from the man at her back. 

“You don’t know me,” Shin snarled, teeth bared. Her muscles were still weak, arms shaking as she pushed against Sabine’s saber, moving one foot forwards to attempt to bring her down like they had on Lothal. 

When the connection broke, Shin sidestepped, avoiding interlocking blades with Sabine again; She wasn’t their objective. If the Mandalorian wanted to stop her, then she would have to take Shin’s like. 

Baylan’s 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. “You promised!” Shin hissed, emotion closing at her throat as she swung her blade. Sabine’s use of the force was growing, enough to prevent the blade from doing much else to singe her Master’s robes. 

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 he’d crafted. 

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. 

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. “You promised me, Master.” A fat tear dropped onto his cheek as Shin’s face reddened. ‘What did I do wrong?”

A large hand settled against Shin’s shoulder as Baylan’s face turned purple. “You need to let him go, Shin,” Ahsoka’s voice washed over her, urging her grip to loosen. Baylan’s breath rushed past his lips in a choked rasp. 

“No.” 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. “He deserves it,” 

“Perhaps,” Ahsoka agreed, kneeling in the dirt beside Shin. “But you don’t want to be the one to do this.” 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. “You don’t know that,” They argued, even as they felt the fight abandon them too. “You can’t know that.” 

“But I do, Shin.” 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. “You’re in an unimaginable spot right now. And try as I may, I cannot make this decision for you. You have to decide for yourself.”

Ahsoka’s hand begun to raise from her shoulder, willing to leave Baylan’s fate up to the turmoiled blonde. Two hands wrapped around her wrist, keeping her hand in place; the choice was made. 

“Come on,” Ahsoka guided them up, off of Baylan, guiding their sorrowed eyes away from his broken face. They turned back at him one last time. “You said you'd never leave.”  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. 

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 he’d 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. 

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. “You did good, Shin,” Ahsoka praised, fingertips grazing tensing muscle, easing the stiffness. 

“I was going to kill him,” 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. “I wanted to kill him… I want-”

“But you didn’t, because that isn’t who you are.” “Why is everyone so intent on telling me who I am?” They seethed, leather gloves creaking as their hands flexed in anger. 

“Because you need the reminder that you are more than you’re seeing yourself as, right now.” Ahsoka pulled Shin’s 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. “Take your kyber,”

With a sigh, Shin reached for the saber, though it was pulled away before her fingertips could brush cold metal. “With the force, Kurs’kaded.” Sabine spoke up, alerting the Apprentice to her presence, leaning in the open doorway; she hadn’t heard the Mandalorian come in, the force hadn’t given her the brush of whatever it was she’d grown used to with Sabine’s presence. 

“I don’t need the force, and I don’t need you.” They snapped, rising to their feet harshly. She turned away from her saber and faced the door, staring past the faded paint on Sabine’s pauldron as they started for the door. “I can’t let you go,” Sabine’s hand reached out, pressing on Shin’s shoulder, barring her from the exit. “Not like this,”

“It’s none of your concern,” Shin had growled, fingers wrapped around Sabine’s 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.

“What if you don’t come back, Shin?” Sabine wasn’t 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 Sabine’s hand, and to watch as The Mandalorian’s hand shook where it parted Ahsoka’s 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 Togruta’s eyes on her back, but the glide of Sabine’s fingers along her scar and the way the Mandalorian’s hand pressed against the plate of armor over her abdomen, where Shin knew her own scar sat healed under all the layers.

“What if you leave, and we can’t get to you in time?” There was a vulnerability to Sabine’s voice, a hurt that Shin found she did not like being the cause of on her face. “What if you come back wrong?” 

“Careful, Mandalorian; Someone might start to think you care.” Their voice was raspy, cracking with unidentified emotion as their hand finally dropped from Sabine’s elbow. 

“Seriously?” Sabine scoffed, the jab of her finger into their stomach had them yipping in surprise, stepping back, away from the shock of pain. “All this and you didn’t figure that one out? Are you a di’kut?” The next time Sabine touched her, it was with the palm of her hand into their shoulder, forcing them back into the chair. 

Shin’s head turned to pass a helpless look towards the amused Jedi Master as Sabine’s fingers gripped at her jaw, forcing them to look her in the eye. “Of course I fucking care. I’ve cared since you stabbed me, I’ve cared since Seatos, I’ve always fucking cared.” 

Shin’s gaze was fixed on Sabine’s narrowed eyes, on the twitch of muscle under the collar of her flight suit, and on the smooth furrow of her brows. 

She’s beautiful…

Ahsoka stood and brushed past Sabine; The Apprentice watched in her peripherals as their saber hilt was clasped to Sabine’s belt, before the Jedi was sweeping from the cockpit with the door swooshing shut behind her.

The moment the door shut, Sabine’s lips were pressing against theirs, urging their eyes to close and their hands to move back to the Mandalorian’s elbows as she leaned onto the arm rests of the cockpit’s chair. 

Shin’s heart thudded against her chest, with each thump entwined with the glide of Sabine’s tongue across her lips, the anger faded, the hurt eased, finally offering the sought after reprieve from the hurt. 

Sabine pulled back, breathing hard as their eyes blinked open. “I care, and I’m not leaving.” 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.

“Now take your saber back; we’ll fix it together,” 

Begrudgingly, Shin sighed and raised her hands. Opening back up to the force after months of trying didn’t go as she’d 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 Sabine’s face, and the crack of a smile on her lips when her eyes opened and caught Shin staring. 

It took some work to figure out the flow between them, as Shin’s saber was brought to hover between them, pieces unfolded from each other as they slowly worked to expose the wounded Kyber. She’d 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 wasn’t too late. 

Shin had many dreams healing from her wounds, months back, but in her fever, she could recall the feeling of Ahsoka’s hands brushing through her hair, of delicate fingers smoothing the rough edges of her braid, and the promise of “It’s never too late.” Passed between the silence, a promise that they hadn’t been able to understand.

Now though, with Sabine’s form rising from her seat, Shin watched as the woman’s fingers brushed against her Kyber, the pad of her thumb trailing along the ridge from where she’d snapped it from the peak on Ilum herself. “It’s okay,” 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 Sabine’s. The Mandalorian glanced at her once, before her eyes shut. Her forehead pressed against their joined hands. Shifting their weight between their feet, Shin’s head bowed, fingers squeezing against Sabine’s. “I am one with the force…”

“And the force is with me,” 

When they separated, there was no red to be found in the glowing Kyber, a bright, vivid orange, paler than she’d seen but still bearing the unique coloring, floated between them peacefully, held up by the combined force of both apprentice and padawan. 

“I know you,” Sabine promised, as they worked to reassemble the saber together. “Forever. You hear me?” She grabbed the saber from its stasis, pressing it into Shin’s waiting palm. “You can stab me, you can call me names, and you can walk away right now, but don’t you dare forget; I know you, and I care.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Shin promised, closing the distance and hesitantly moving to rest her forehead against the feisty Mandalorian. 

Sabine’s 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. “Better… say it again,” 

Rolling their eyes, Shin pressed forward to shut her up, pressing their lips together with little fanfare, hands moving to rest on Sabine’s sides, thumb pressing into the space between beskar and flightsuit to brush against the fabric over her scar. 

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.