#sub kink

Yk the pathetic kind

instead of the usual dom kiri taking over and fucking you silly I’m thinking sub kirishima who’s a whimpering mess

gets overstimed too easily it’s almost pathetic

the way he whimpers and moans sounds so lude it’s sinful to hear it

don’t even get me started on his little rambles

“please miss i need it”

“Lemme please you”

“Fuck.. gonna cum”

ext..

TW slight violent kink and non-explicit consent scenario.

MINORS DNI. AGELESS PROFILES WILL BE BLOCKED.

Mature language, dirty talk, Dom/Sub dynamic, spitting, oral, fingering, lesbian dynamic/nblw dynamic, reader x POV 🤍

Apologies for any poor grammar.

You didn’t know you would love hatefucking your sibling’s old bully.

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It was two years after you both graduated that you noticed she was liking your social media posts— each time painfully remembering how she ruthlessly tormented your sibling day in and day out. You hated her guts so much after hearing what nasty things she was saying to anyone in earshot. It crushed you knowing how your sibling would talk about needing to walk on eggshells in school to avoid her and her friends. So how did her follow request end up in your inbox after having not made contact for over a year? You would never be friends with such a disgusting asshole. Deny request.

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Weeks later you spot her at the same crowded show. The band is extremely loud and as you take a sip of your drink you discover she is alone and pushing towards the front. While you nearly didn’t recognize her, you’re suddenly hit with a pang of disgust that you somehow ended up watching the same band play. Averting your eyes, you try to enjoy the music in an attempt to not regurgitate any feelings stirred up by some high-school drama.

As the set winds down, you watch her slink towards the back of the venue near the bathrooms. Maybe she noticed you. You really aren’t one to stir a commotion but something inside compelled you towards the back.

You skip the line and head straight in. The whole venue is darkly lit and buzzing with noise. You spot her chatting a few people up and passing a can. Your eyes meet. She probably noticed you long before you appeared in the bathroom. As you’re washing your hands you watch her behind you in the mirror still chatting, looking down while picking at her nail polish.

As you shake your hands dry you feel a light grip on the shoulder of your jacket.

“How’s s/n doing?”

You turn around to see her earnestly looking at you. Not smiling, you answer that they are good. You wonder why they bothered to ask. You nearly seethed at the feeling of their hands on you. Her outfit was tiny and showed off her cleavage. Her makeup was gaudy and admittedly beautiful on her.

“I didn’t know this was a clown party.”

You didn’t feel like being a bitch but you couldn’t help wanting to make a small dig at her. You knew that she was the level of gorgeous that came with an impenetrable ego. Gracefully ignoring your comment, she was touching your arm.

“I don’t know how to say this, but I am sorry.”

You tensed at the words. The damage was done. Why was she apologizing to you? Honestly what good was she to you groveling tipsy in a dingy bathroom. You wanted to let her have it—ever since she put your family through hell and you couldn’t do anything about it at the time. You pulled her towards you closely so that you knew she would hear you over the loud conversations.

“I don’t believe you.” You hooked your arm around her waist. She felt small in your grip. She couldn’t explain herself or the way she fell apart slightly at the smell of beer mixing with your scent. She stuttered lightly.

“I.. I..”

“You what?” You cut her off.

You didn’t wait long for a response. Your hands quickly moved up her back and hooked into her long hair. You ushered yourselves into a stall, shoving her in and locking it behind you.

Maybe the band picked up again or people got the message what was going on and funneled out. She gripped onto the arm of your jacket still trying to fight back. One hand had a solid grip on the back of her hair and the other squarely over her mouth covering a whine. You overpowered her easily. With your hand still gripping the back of her hair you undid your belt hurriedly with metallic jingling.

“Down. On your knees.”

And she did, moaning and whining. You could tell at this point she was completely submitted to you. Pulling down at the denim and your underwear you greedily shoved your wet cunt in her face. Using the makeshift ponytail in your hands you guided her head up and down.

She moaned and breathed into the hot wetness, only quieting when you forced her to pick up the pace. It felt so good putting this rotten bitch beneath you. You groaned when she eagerly stuck out her tongue to pleasure you.

“You wanted this so bad, baby. I can tell you’ve been wanting my attention but I didn’t know you needed it like this.” You purred at her pretty mouth and the way she drooled on your pussy.

One hand on the cement wall, you thoroughly used her face to chase the full high. You grinded deep, using her jaw to its full potential. As you came her muffled whining grew louder.

Both panting, you lifted her up and onto the toilet seat. Laid up and back, you lifted up her skirt to reveal her panties. You hooked them aside with your middle finger and brushed your thumb over her clit. You could barely see her in the dim light— a pretty done-up little thing biting her fingers to keep quiet. Stood over her, you could feel her dripping cunt. You toyed with her clit lightly and she began to wail.

“Shut the fuck up.” You mustered under your breath in an aggressive tone.

The band began playing again and the music punched through loudly into the bathroom. You took this as an opportunity to push two fingers deep into her tight pussy— quickly devolving into you ruthlessly fucking her.

She whined rhythmically each time your hand drove into her. She looked at you with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the pleasure and the intensity. Her lipstick smeared from the treatment you inflicted earlier.

“You like how I fuck you. You’re whining for me just like a bitch.”

You spit forcefully on her, letting it run down her tits.

“You probably let people fuck you in here all the time. Tonight you got to be my worthless pretty slut.”

Maintaining the pace you begin making strategic circles on her clit with your other hand. She holds onto the back of your neck for steadiness, opening and closing her mouth— wanting to say something but can’t. Her cunt obscenely slick from being so close to orgasm. You push deeper, giving her the entire length of your fingers.

It hardly took any time before she was desperately crying out— cumming and gushing on your hand. You groaned with pleasure as her former image unraveled—being completely at your mercy.