“Domain Expansion.” And It’s Just Me Opening Up My Legs

happy birthday to the god explosion murder dyamight

Train Ride Home

bully! bakugo x classmate! fem! reader x bully! kirishima

author’s note: i’m so sorry to you non-nsfw accounts in advance, just keep scrolling! i was screaming while writing this?? something’s wrong with me but i been knew that. @pervysenpaix you are the one to blame for this one, take responsibility for making me feel inspired! 😡

content warnings: bullying (obviously), a little violence, she/her pronouns, pet names, delusional bullies, someone gets spit on and its not who you think it is, stalking, slutshaming, the reader fights back and they have to put her back in her place, public sex, degradation, noncon, dubcon, nonconsensual videotaping + photography, kiri and bakugo are mean as usual, bakugo’s a little more transparent with his insults while kiri gives comments that take time to fully process, no prep, super graphic, overstimulation, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, misuse of quirks, turn taking, amongst other things that I’m sure have a name but I have no idea what they’re referred to as! grossness below the cut. ive always wanted to get stuffed on a train

Everywhere you went, you avoided the blonde and redhead duo like the plague, dodging them every chance you get so that you don’t have to deal with their shit. You’d hoped they wouldn’t notice but its so obvious that they have considering how whenever you locked eyes with them they’d begin to approach but you always made a quick escape.

It was really pissing them off. What are you thinking avoiding them like this? Did you wish for hell on earth to open and swallow you whole? They were more than happy to let you have a taste of what you seemed to be craving.

No one else sees anything wrong with your relationship with them. They always think its just them being their usual selves around you, some even believed that they had an adorable little crush on you.

They missed the way the duo would purposely make you trip over one of their shoes, watching in delight as one got a flash of your panties. And then you’d get “miraculously” saved, captured in the arms of your other assailant who held you close to their body, fondling your ass with faux worry or an irritated expression paired with an insult.

They missed the way the two of them would follow you after school and loudly degrade and objectify you all the way to your home from behind while following at a safe distance away. You still never understood why they did this, they would keep their distance up until you reached your house and then disappear without another word. Little did you know, they had their own sick ways of “protecting” you, and stalking happened to be their way of doing so.

You could only hope that today they would get bored with you due to the lack of interaction and would let you make your way home by yourself.

And as you pretty much expected, your hopes were never answered and mercy was never an option.

One can only expect the subway to be stuffed to the brim with people, like a school of fish packed away into a tiny can but you couldn’t have asked for a more any less-than-desired scenario than this.

Here you were, pressed against one of the doors with your bullies pressed up against you, caging you in with no escape.

“Missed us, pretty girl? You’ve been avoidin’ us all day. S’whats the matter? You can tell us,” Kirishima tenderly whispers to you, his eyes scanning over your face as one of his hands pressed up against the window behind you, blocking you in further.

“We’re listening. Spill it before I make you,” his angry, blonde counterpart adds, taking the opportunity to mirror the other man’s actions to your opposite side.

You feel your body sinking into itself, trying to push yourself even further away from the two of them but that was impossible since you had already been shoved into an inescapable corner. You couldn’t even lift your leg to attempt to kick one of them in the dick because of how close you were to them.

Biting back the urge to whimper you spoke before thinking, “I’ve been avoiding you two assholes for a reason. Why can’t you just take a hint and fuck off already? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

The words leave you before you can stop them and you find yourself being stared down by none other than Bakugo while Kirishima attempts to shush and console him with a nervous smile.

“Who do you think you’re talkin’ to like that, you little bitch? Have you lost your damn mind? Cause I’ll be more than happy to help you find it.”

“Bro, just take a breath. She obviously wanted our attention which is why she’s acting like this, it all makes sense now. Dont’cha think? What other reason could she have to openly avoid us like that when she knows better. You’re our smart little girl, aren’t cha, Y/N? Just say you’re sorry and we’ll give you all the attention you want,” the redhead offered, offering you a friendly smile that usually made your heart flutter but right now you were feeling a little frightened.

Maybe you should say you’re sorry and say whatever else they wanted to hear and receive a lesser punishment but you were feeling especially bold today, tired of being pushed around by them.

“No! Fuck you,” you replied before doing something even more daring. You spat right into Kirishima’s pretty face.

Panda bears are cute to look at and there are so many adorable videos of them falling over or being manhandled by their human caretakers. But remember… *they’re still bears.*

One minute you’re smiling at yourself for sticking up to them, and another minute you can barely fathom the speed in which Kirishima moves, shooting a hand forward to grab your face with his hand, squeezing your cheeks so harshly that your lips pucker and your jaw goes slack.

His usual smile has dropped and he’s staring at you, his usually sparkly scarlet eyes were now dulled over and looked much, much darker.

“Oh damn, never seem him this mad before. Guess you really fucked up, huh, Y/N?” Bakugo asked, eyeing Kirishima who simply stared at you in silence. You knew it was serious when Bakugo had suddenly referred to you by your first name instead of his usual “pet names.” Even more so solidifying the obvious power imbalance between you and them.

“Aren’t you bold?” Kirishima calmly asks, squeezing your face which earns a whimper from you as you reach up to grab at his wrists, tears beginning to prick at the edge of your eyes as the pressure on your face was starting to become unbearable.

Your spit had landed on his cheek and some of it dribbled onto his unifirm but the shiny remnants remained on his cheek, he had yet to wipe it.

“Pleesh,” you begged, knees nearly buckling as you tried to squirm out of his grip, words slurred by his grip on your jaw, “M’shorry. Won’t d-do it again!”

Squinting, a sinister smile creeps up onto his face and he agrees, “Damn right you won’t. I gave you a chance and this is the thanks I get?” He then sighed, almost like he was about to do something he was going to regret but you knew better.

Suddenly, he’s released your jaw, which you’re thankful for, but you get the wind knocked out of your body when he’s suddenly flipped you over and smashes your face against the cold glass. It is a little bit of relief on your bruised cheeks but you feel especially nervous in this position, you begin to shudder violently when your skirt is suddenly flipped up and you hear the sound of unzipping.

You push back against Kirishima, which only edges him on further as he swoops an arm around you and hardens his pointer finger, cutting right through the fabric of your shirt and bra without so much as a second thought, a few buttons popping off into varying directions. You gasp and protest at his actions, to no avail, shivering when your bare chest is pressed into the glass, flashing the city as the train moves along. How long was this fucking subway ride????

Given no time to think about the usual time it takes for you to get from point A to B, your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of your panties being shoved aside, a fleshy object being pushed between your thighs.

You react immediately and close them around the foreign object despite your better judgement and nearly scream when you hear Kirishima groan from behind you.

It appears that you had squeezed your thighs right around his cock.

“Be a good girl and don’t make a noise. How embarrassin’ it would be if other people saw you like this? So indecent and bare,” he whispered, rutting his hips ever so slowly that no one outside of you three could tell what was going on, “You could go to prison for public indecency. That wouldn’t look so good on your record, now would it, pretty girl?”

He reaches around and grabs one of your tits, starting to roll your nipple around in his fingers while slowly fucking your thighs, occasionally speeding up. His movements went unnoticed thanks to the train that constantly moved on its own. And his big, brute of a body blocked you from anyone else’s vision so it didn’t matter anyways. All he needed to do was unzip his pants and slide right between your legs. No one expected a thing.

“You recordin’ this, Kat?” Kirishima asked, still focusing on his movements as he continues to toy with your body like his own personal toy, in which the blonde grunts in response.

You turn your head to try and get a look at the other, wanting to know if he really was recording and you squeaked when you realized he told no fib when you locked eyes with him.

Naturally, he took it the wrong way.

“Oi, shitty hair. Think she likes it. She just turned to look at the camera. What a fuckin’ whore,” he chuckled, zooming in on your face before you quickly looked away from him and his devious smile.

“Does she now?“ He cooed into your ear, thrusting just a little bit faster as his shaft rubbed against your clit in a disgustingly delicious way. Why did it have to feel so fucking good? Not to mention the way he was squeezing your tit and pinching your nipple like he was trying to get milk out of you. What was wrong with these lunatics and why were you letting them have their way with you?

You bit down on your lip to keep the noises to a minimum, hoping to keep the other patrons out of your business as this continued.

Minutes of this went on unchecked until you felt yourself becoming increasingly closer to your release, the same for the male that was shamelessly fucking your thighs.

“Gonna cum for me, princess?” He whispered when he felt the way your lower lips had fluttered over his shaft that was pressed flush against you, making him move even faster now as he got near his own end, “Do it. If you’re good, Kat might go easy on you when it’s his turn.”

Somewhere in your little orgasm-driven mind you thought it was a good idea to listen and quickly nodded your head, unconsciously pushing back against him as you let your release take over, your pretty folds drooling over his cock and even some on the dirty train floor.

The shattering orgasm nearly ripped you in half but nothing could have prepared you for when Kirishima suddenly moved back and shoved the tip of his cock into you, groaning into your ear as ropes of his cum shot up into your weeping cunny.

“W-wait! Not there!” You called out in a low tone, wiggling around on his cock, causing him to push even further into you as he filled you with his seed. “Ugh, stop moving,” he growled, putting one hand on your hip to steady you, “Just take it. I told you to be a good girl, guess you get what’s gonna come to you next.”

After he’s filled your worthless cunt with his cum he pulls out, his cock bobbing up and down as he comes down his from release, your mingled nectars dripping down your inner thighs.

“Your turn,” Kirishima commented and you felt shuffling around behind you along with the sound of unzipping and zipping.

“Don’t need your fuckin’ permission, just hold the camera already. Took you fuckin’ long enough, dumbass. ‘s almost time for us to get off this stupid thing” Bakugo cursed his best friend out, moving to press himself against your back. You felt it again. The fleshy hardness of cock that pressed right up against you poor cunt.

Unlike Kirishima who had only fucked your thighs and slipped into you at the very end, Bakugo wasted no time in burying himself inside of you even if your walls took a little time to adjust to his size. He groaned in pleasure, filling your ears with the sinful sound as he felt you swallow him whole with little to no resistance.

“Fuck, always knew you’d feel good but not this damn good,” he hissed, not bothering to waste anymore time as he started to fuck into you like he was in heat, his hand moving to push onto the lower part of your stomach, his middle finger pushing down onto your clit as you felt the cold metal of the multiple rings that decorated his fingers on your heated skin. You were starting to feel like a furnace.

The speed he’s moving is unbelievable and bold, considering you were still in a public space but it seemed he couldn’t care less. All he was interested in was getting a hit of your glorious pussy, it was a punishment worth giving.

At some points, he makes it his mission to bully himself into your twitching walls and kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick, relishing in the feeling of your stomach pushing up against his hand, and at other points he makes sure to thunder himself right into your g-spot, pushing Kirishima’s cum up further into you.

You don’t remember when you started crying but you couldn’t ignore the feeling of hot tears that spilled from your eyes as he moved without remorse, and could not deny the overwhelming pleasure that left you limp and tired against the glass.

You don’t remember spreading your legs for him and bending over just a little bit more to give him more access, forcing him against your spot. All you know is that it left you yearning and reeling forward, the sweet harmonies of pleasure hitting you intensely in continuous motions.

In such a short time you’ve gotten used to being so full that you whine when he finally pulls out after dumping his load into you like the cum bucket slut you are. You don’t even know how you manage to keep standing after being used like that, cum dribbling down your legs, skirt pushed up and displaying your ass, with just a glimpse of your swollen pussy that’s painted white, along with your insides.

You can’t protest when Bakugo starts to fix himself back up to look presentable while Kirishima takes a close-up picture of your glistening cunt, grinning when he flicks your flagged clit that sends you jolting awake from your fucked-out state.

“You did good today, princess. Sorry for ruining your shirt, Kat can buy you a new one,” the redhead sweetly says before he takes it upon himself to push your panties back into place and pulled your skirt back down over your ass, “Guess we better get you home, huh?”

You can’t even say a thing when Kirishima turns you around and buttons up your uniform jacket, effectively covering your exposed front and tucking away the shreds of your shirt that spilled from the bottom.

Wow, how thoughtful.

“What’s my favorite bread?” You ask your boyfriend during early morning cuddles. It’s warm inside the blanket and Bakugou’s hand is idly petting your hair.

“Croissants. Specifically almond and only from that bakery that’s 20 minutes from the house.” Bakugou answers without a beat of hesitation. “That and brioche. French bread only when you wanna have that gross balsamic dip.”

“How do I like my tea?” You fire off another question, waiting for him to see if he’ll get it right.

“Depends on the tea. Green tea, you’ll only do lemon and honey. Early grey and black tea, a little bit of vanilla creamer and some sugar. Oolong tea, you’ll have it plain.” Once again Bakugou answers your question without fumbling over any of his words.

It makes your heart fond over him but you still want to ask more questions. “What’s my favorite kind of chair?”

“Rocking. Baby, what’s with all the questions?” Bakugou asks gruffly but with no particular annoyance in his voice either. His hand still pets over your head and his eyes look up to the ceiling. Sunshine pours through the window and he sees particles of dust float in the air. “Feels like you’re testing me or somethin’ about if I know you.”

You shrug your shoulders and answer him, “Just wanna see if you pay attention to the things I like. Y’know the last guy I was with, I was with him for more than six months and he didn’t remember when my birthday was even though his and mine were literally a week apart. And then one time he got me flowers and he got me the ones that literally break me out in a rash even though I said a million times what to never get me.”

Bakugou’s hand stops petting your head and he starts to sit up in bed. You follow his movement, sitting back a little and finding the expression on your boyfriend’s face amusing. “What exactly did this loser know about you then? Since he was forgetting all the important things.”

“He knew my go to order for McDonald’s.” You answer as you pull your knees up to your chest and pull the blanket more towards you to cover yourself. “Medium fries and ten pieces nuggets.”

“That’s wrong because it’s actually large fries and twenty piece nuggets.” Bakugou corrects you and you laugh a little knowing that he got you. “And everyone likes nuggets and fries from McDonald’s, that’s hardly anything intimate.”

It makes you laugh that he calls you out but for Bakugou, he frowns a little that you had wasted your time with a guy that didn’t bother to know you at all. He leans back against the headboard and asks you, “What about me? How do I take my coffee?”

“At the agency, you’ll just have plain black coffee. When you go to coffee shops though, you’ll have a dirty chai with soy milk.” You answer him, remembering the first time you and him had coffee together.

He nods his head and asks, “What’s my least favorite vegetable?”

“Brussels sprouts. They’re basically mini cabbages and you hate cabbage too.” The answer comes out easily and as fast as he answered you too.

“Books? What do I like?” He asks, thinking this one might trip you up.

“Sci-fi books, but I know that you’re a sucker for classics literature. I see the Jane Austen books on your shelf.” You tell him.

Bakugou nods his head, equally impressed with your knowledge about him. Then he shoots back, “What’s my McDonald’s order?”

“Spicy deluxe McCrispy with two orders of medium fries. Bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit with three hash browns when you’re hungover.”

He smiles at you, reaching his hand out to ruffle your hair and chuckling when you smack his hand away. “I could take all this info and leak it, you know? Pro Hero Dynamight’s McDonald’s order: this is what he eats!” You laugh at your stupid joke, “Imagine the brand deal that comes your way.”

“First of all, that’s only for you to know.” Bakugou tuts and starts to leave the bed, reaching down onto the floor for his underwear he flung off his body when the two of you got frisky last night, “Second, the last guy you were with was a dipshit for not learning anything about you.”

“Yeah well, I was an even bigger idiot for staying with him for more than half a year.” You sigh as you also move to leave the bed as well. Bakugou’s shirt is found right on your side of the bed so you end up wearing it instead of finding your own sleeping top you intended to sleep in the night before.

Bakugou snorts and you round your way up over to him, giving him a big smile and bumping your hip against him, “Good thing I traded up.”

He leans down to kiss you, smiling into the kiss and not even bothering to hide how you stroked his ego just a little bit.

“My favorite breakfast?” You ask him,

“Aside from my dick?” Bakugou pretends to be hurt when you punch his arm before giving the correct answer, “Overnight oats and waffles.”

the sexual tension between me & the alternate reality I daydream about

I love the thought of Katsuki getting your name tattooed on him 🥰

PERMANENT INK ★ ° . *°𐬺 𐬽 .𐬾✩ °☆. * ● ¸

★ PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

★ SUMMARY: you always had a habit of drawing on bakugou with ballpoint pens and washable markers but when he comes home from work one day your piece of art doesn't seem to be coming off.

Ever since you were both in u.a together you fairly enjoyed drawing little symbols or tiny words and sentences on Katsuki’s skin. He might’ve pretended to hate it but he didn’t wash it off until he had a shower at night.

Even before you became an official couple it became part of your daily routine. In class he would rest his large hand on your desk and let you doodle away on it when there was free time at the end of a long lesson. Although one time you drew a dick on his finger as a joke and he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the afternoon.

Sometimes he would ask you if he could have a turn and that would result in the two of you happily sitting on the common room couch with a blue ballpoint pen each as you both doodled on each others skin.

“Hold still, dumbass. Gonna make me screw up the stick figures leg.”

Now you’re both pro heroes and that hasn’t changed. One morning when Katsuki has to go to his agency earlier than you, he’s in the middle of drinking his morning coffee and you’re signing some paperwork. He sets his mug down and places his elbows on the counter as he looks at you with admiration. You’re so beautiful.

“Babe.”

“Hm?”

“D’ya wanna draw something on my arm?”

You look up from your paper and the corners of your lips turn up into a soft smile. He always looked so hot in the mornings with his messy undercut and grey sweats that hung low on his hips, showing off his strong physic.

“Sure. What do you want me to draw?” He hesitates for a moment and furrows his brows. “Hmm..surprise me” he states before extending his arm to you and picking up his abandoned mug on the kitchen island with the other hand. You turn your attention to the arm in front of you and push your documents to one side. You think for a moment before tracing the ink over his forearm as bakugou sipped his coffee, looking at you with bright crimson eyes. When you finished you took a second to admire your work of art.

You had drawn a small infinity sign just under the line where his arm bends with your name under it in neat cursive writing complete with a tiny heart.

“There ya go!” You said enthusiastically. You were actually quite proud with how this turned out and Katsuki noticed how your face lit up when you saw the completed drawing. He angled his arm to get a better look and gave you a toothy smile.

“I love it, baby. Thanks”

After another couple of minutes and conversation passed by Your blonde boyfriend tapped his phone to look at the time and his eyes widened. “Shit, I gotta go but I’ll see you when I get home yeah?” Katsuki leaned in and gave you a quick smooch and a tap on your asscheek as a goodbye before disappearing. The sound of his heavy boots thumping started to fade as the front door closed.

*later on that night* You had gotten home from work earlier than bakugou. You had already showered and were now lounging on the comfy couch with a blanket, scrolling through your phone with a reality Tv show playing in the background. After mindlessly scrolling through TikTok and Instagram you eventually noticed the time on your screen and raised a brow. He was taking longer than usual. He normally would’ve been home half an hour ago so you decided to go onto your phone app and clicked onto Bakugou’s contact. It only rang a couple times before he picked up.

“Hey”

“Hey katsu, you okay? Where are you?”

“Wont be long. Picked up some dinner.”

“Okay well..be safe and come home as soon as possible.”

He chuckled and replied, “I will I will, bye”

“Bye, baby”

Ten minutes had passed when you heard the sound of keys before the sound of your front door opening and closing. Next thing you know your boyfriend is standing in the doorway with a carrier bag in his hand.

“How’s my girl doin’?” He asked, making his way over to you and sitting on the empty spot on the couch, setting the bag down. You smile and peck his cheek before bringing your hand up to his spikey blonde hair to rake your nails over his scalp.

His eyes closed as he melted into your touch and sighed happily. You ran your other hand up his muscular arm but immediately pulled it away when you heard Bakugou hiss in pain.

“Sorry” you winced.

“S’fine, just a little sore.”

“What happened?”

“Why don’t ya stop staring at me and take a look?” He teased with a smirk on his face.

You tut and shift your gaze down to his arm and see plastic wrapped around it. You squint your eyes as you lean closer to see what’s under it. Your eyes widen and you gasp.

“You did not.”

“I did.”

It was your drawing. Except this time the skin around it was a pinky red shade and the ink was a lot darker than the bright blue pen that was running out.

He had gotten it tattooed on himself.

He stared down at it proudly. “I didn’t wanna wash it off..I really liked it so I thought, ‘hey why not just have it there permanently?’ now everyone is gonna see that I’m yours and you’re mine, princess”

“Aww katsu..” You pout and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek and then his lips. He smiles into the kiss and takes the opportunity to nibble your bottom lip between his teeth. You flinch and giggle as he pulled you onto his lap with the arm that isn’t sore.

“I love ya.” He whispers squeezing your waist gently with his fingers.

“And my new tattoo is fuckin’ perfect like you.”

@liv-loves-mic2023 {please don’t plagiarize, copy or repost my work.} Reblogs are always appreciated though! :)

(This was a short little drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts and I finally had the motivation to finish it tonight :) I’m aware that it’s not that skillfully written but it’s nearly 3am lmao)

Thanks for reading <3

Men suck! So why not drain their bank accounts for wasting your time?! It would be foolish not to. Even more foolish to push the buttons of a very powerful man in the underground world of Tokyo.

But hey wait! He messaged you first! He wanted you to be his sugar baby so badly it makes him look stupid!

Although Bakugou Katsuki is anything but stupid.

It was supposed to be an easy mark. He followed all of the rules of the unspoken game between sugar baby and sugar daddy. He reached out to you first. He set the time and place for the first date and he asked about your pricing.

To which you told him was a steep two thousand consultation.

Immediately there was a notification with your fee plus a little extra for the expedited meeting in your bank account before he messaged you again.

Wear somethin nice.

His profile was vague as most marks were. Choosing to keep their identity a secret, embarrassed to have to buy a woman's time with their endless cash flow for one reason or another.

Some because of their looks, some their abhorrent attitude, some because they were too busy drowning in their work and some because they just couldn't be bothered for much of anything real only to fall in love after the third date thinking they could buy your heart like they did everything else.

Because at the end of the day all of these marks had something in common. Something to exploit.

They were all terribly lonely.

And despite how forward this mark is, like others have been before him, he was no exception to this rule.

You roll your eyes as you doll up for tonight's meeting. You always wore something nice and appropriate for the setting yet undeniably sexy. Something that made every eye rove over you with the heated gaze of envy. Something that made you everything those men wanted you to be.

A trophy, a status symbol, a yes I'm fucking that.

Scrolling his profile or lack thereof, a little bit more in an attempt to be his perfect baby girl. Knowing that to have a good long lasting con to afford you the luxuries you sat in now, you had to shed your true skin and stuff yourself into something two sizes too small.

Because all men expected that of all women. Of anything of their desire. One must cut away the truest, deepest parts of themselves in order to hold a man's attention span for longer than five minutes. The second you start to look anything relatively human and anything more than a walking sex kitten or cock sleeve is the second they lose interest.

A man often times doesn't want to actually fill the loneliness, not with anything long term, they just want to relieve the ache in their cock.

At least that's all you've ever known and so who was anyone to judge you to exploit them how they exploited others.

Smiling at your reflection as you apply dark eyeliner to your lid, dragging it across your lash line as you go for a more noire mysterious look since you cannot find out much about your potential benefactor. Not that that worried you, you'd worn many skins before.

A recently divorcee, a 'single mom', but most benefactors liked a heavy power imbalance. They lived for the broke college girl act. Showing up in threadbare dresses that were still cute in an old shit box car you'd borrow from a friend and some classical piece of literature those fucks could recognize but knew they'd never read.

Mostly you figured they enjoyed that broke college girl act because they felt they were "helping you build a solid future" all while neglecting their own real daughters at home that they constantly compared you to. Showed you pictures of, similar in age to you and you'd have to stamp down the disgust at these men who probably didn't even know their real baby girl's favorite color.

Absolving themselves of guilt you supposed.

However this new benefactor was something to be excited about, mostly because of the unknown that he seemed to shroud himself in. No interests filled in, no movies or hobbies or songs that he likes.

Not even a profile picture or his name. Just GZ for now and when you checked the banking information on your wire in, it didn't give you any real leads. Received from a business or estate account that google results had no address or number for.

Only his age, 32. Three years your senior.

Which wasn't too bad of a gap well to you anyway, he saw your age as 25 because anything older than that, even one fucking year, men's interest dropped by sixty percent.

Another message comes through the little app.

GZ: Give me your number.

Aggressively forward as you giggle to yourself reading the message, let the read receipts show your interest when you lock your phone and don't reply. Taking the time to apply a nice dark shade of lipstick that made your mouth absolutely sinful as you wore a skin much too close to the real you. Going to your closet for your dress, knowing he was taking you to a very expensive, very highly rated restaurant, most likely to both flaunt and prove he has money.

Zipping up the velvet body con dress with a halter top, the hem stopped just above the knee and you knew it would ride up when you sat down or walked in your black heels with the pearl strap. Pulling on bicep length lace gloves and putting on an onyx ring on your middle finger before adding your pearl necklace to make a suggestion of what he could do to you at the very steep price of seven thousand dollars.

Some men even paid it and even asked to do it in the parking causing them to pay an expedited fee of four thousand. It meant nothing to you and every bit of power they thought they held over you to them.

Opening a drawer to your vanity all with unused pairs of underwear. Choosing a black lacey pair where the ass would be half exposed by lace and strings digging around for the to go tide pen so you could lightly bleach the crotch to make it seem as if they'd been worn all damn day "just for him"

Fuckin gag me.

Your phone pings again, another notification from the SDSB app.

GZ: I don't like waiting, Sweetheart, give me your number.

This time you reply but only after looking over your outfit in the mirror, debating if he'd be into stockings and ripping them before you realize it might make you look a little too conservative for his tastes.

Bbgrl: tell me what GZ stands for and I'll give you those special digits

GZ: I don't barter

Bbgrl: Everything comes at a cost. You know this otherwise you wouldn't be messaging me.

You watch the bouncing bubbles pop up before his quick reply.

GZ: Ground Zero

GZ: Now give me your fuckin number Princess.

Bbgrl: maybe in person, Mr Zero.

Not giving away your actual number was your number one rule and because the last sugar daddy you cut off went full tilt you had to disconnect your other phone and just hadn't had a chance to get a burner yet.

Picking up a small clutch purse you shove inside your lipstick for the night, your phone, the doctored pair of underwear and you don't even bother to bring any sort of wallet.

Walking to a public place a block or so from your luxury condo before you flag down a cab giving them the address as the man smiles down at your cleavage. Enjoying the view in the rearview and it's a wonder he doesn't crash and kill you both. Leaning down to meet his gaze with a disarming smile, wearing a skin to protect both you and him from harm as you force a giggle.

"Eyes on the road silly." When really you wanted to take the knife strapped to your ribs and slit his throat for thinking he even deserved to stare at you like that.

You wore this dress for attention yes but there is a fine line between appreciation of a body and straight up eye fucking you.

And just because you wore this dress didn't give him the right to stare. Counting down from ten as you have pretty visions of gouging his eyes out only for him to pull up right to the restaurant, acting as if he was going to get out and help you.

"No need." You smile politely, "And the fare?"

You look at the triple zeros and his eyes flash to it in embarrassment, so busy eating you alive with his eyes he forgot to start it.

"On the house for a pretty lady."

Forcing a smile as you give him a thanks, leaving the cab as quickly as you can before you walk inside, twenty minutes late for the date.

Tardiness was a big part of the game, whether it agitated them or made them anxious, it would certainly place a little more power on your initial interaction. Gaging their reaction to your power play always determines how you'll respond. Clueless, lost, down right stupid.

The hostess gives you a warm smile as she welcomes you into the restaurant asking of your party size. You're quick to tell her you're here for GZ.

"Or maybe under the name Ground Zero if the initials are too vague." You smile and watch the hostess blanche a moment before she fixes her face.

"Right this way." Expect she doesn't lead you all the way over there, stops just before the darker corner of the restaurant making a gesture with her hands and you chalk it up to nerves. That maybe he owned the whole fucking restaurant.

Watching his large palm swirl a bourbon straight, watch his other heavily ringed hand card through his ash blonde locks.

"Mr Zero?" You ask with a cat like smile, coming to stand beside the table. He glares up at you either oblivious or acting it as you wait for him to pull out your chair.

"Yer fuckin late Princess." He doesn't wait you out though can tell from a glance you'll stand there with your sexy ass heels rooted to the hardwoods of the restaurant before you'd ever sit down. He doesn't give in, this just happened to give him a chance to show his stature. He slams his drink down, clattering the water glasses and your wine glass filled with a pinkish color. Most likely something sweet. For a moment it makes you wonder if he read your profile considering most men didn't bother and showed it often on their first dates that they hadn't when they ordered you red wine. Which you had as your top dislike.

When he rises he's much much bigger than you. Tall enough you have to crane your head up to look at him, broad shoulders and now that he's fully facing you you can see his scarred face. A deep fissure of discolored skin from just over his eyebrow cutting through his eye flaring over his cheek before tapering off at his throat before it meets another deep scar that's hidden under his shirt.

He didn't even bother with a dress jacket, only a dress shirt, black, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his tattoos and even more scars, his black vest if swirling velvet on the front only emphasizes his broad chest and tapered waist.

He stands there a moment watching you take him in and he cannot lie he is surprised. Most women cowarded at his size especially when they see his scar and his half clouded bromine eye but you just smile. Maybe even a bit of excitement flashed in your eyes but you stand unmoving still that fuckin cat smirk on your dark stained lips.

"My chair, Mr Zero." You remind him and he snarls, leaning in close to your face tipping your chin up to him. It's here you realize how large his hands are, especially when the other settles at your ribcage a moment. You just hope he doesn't feel the knife nestled there and take it as a threat to himself.

"I told you I didn't like waiting." He growls, "So what makes you think Imma continue this date?"

"You're still here aren't you? Besides," You half guide him by moving your face gently from his grip, stepping towards your chair and he follows, "You wouldn't want to cancel a date with such a pretty girl would you?"

"A pretty woman." He corrects with a growl, pulling back your chair and shoving it in roughly when you sit, leaning behind you to whisper in your diamond clad ear, "Yer no girl that's for sure."

As if to say a predator recognizes a predator but you feign ignorance.

"Year?" You ask, smelling your wine before taking a sip. It's fruity, peach you realize with hints of citrus and angel food cake.

"Didn't ask." He bites waiting for you to ask where the menus were, he makes eye contact with the waiter to signal to start their meals. Oblivious, you take another sip of this amazingly delicious wine.

"Bit of a dessert wine isn't it?" You comment, usually men would blunder by now realizing they aren't as prestigious or well versed as they pretended to be but this man proves to be different once again.

"Peach pairs well with spicy and smokey." Glaring right back at you before a mean smile curls his lips, "Unless ya lied twice on your profile."

You set the wine glass down thanking the waiter when they leave fresh bread. Zero is faster than you grabbing for the crusty pre dinner treat as he butters the rich white center before placing the slice on your plate before starting his own.

"Hmm, I haven't lied on my profile." You refuse to touch his offering for now.

"Sweetheart, you may look twenty five but I know that you're closer to thirty than what you want to admit." There's that cruel smile of his again.

"It's quite rude to make a woman seem older than what she is. Touchy subject ya know?" Going back to sipping your wine as you've decided you may need a buzz to endure this date, "Or maybe you don't have a lot of experience with women. Is that why I'm here?"

Smirking over the vein protruding from his throat but the satisfaction only lasts so long, thoughts rounding back to wondering how the fuck he knew your real age and so quickly.

Suddenly you feel his fingers wrapping around the back of you knee as he pulls you forward leaning over the table.

"Haaah? Ya think I don't have experience with women? Oh sweetheart I could have you begging to take my cock in this bathroom in under ten minutes. But I need you for somethin else." He lets his bruising grip go when he sees a flash of the real you, sees your pretty lip snarl in disgust before you fix your face so quickly it would have him wondering if he ever saw that snarl or not.

He thinks he likes this version more than what his right hand picked out from your profile.

Your profile was vague but your photo album was filled with a lot of photos that men could easily project on or imagine themselves with you. Looking demure, easy going, a submissive.

Really Bakugou can tell you're a fucking brat at best and far from demure.

"Is that true Mr Zero? Sex on the first date is quite expensive." You smile cutely, make it a giggle all while the steak knife whispers to you that it belonged shoved through his hand on the table.

"I bet it is sweetheart." He spits back.

"So…our contract?" You're ready to rush this along thinking that maybe this benefactor isn't going to work out and that you'll have to save your underwear for another time.

He leans back, finally looking a little more relaxed as you bring up business as if contracts and dealings were part of his expertise. Taking a sip of his bourbon as he looks you over in that fine velvet dress he imagines on the floor of his expensive bedroom.

"Dunno can ya behave long enough to talk about it?" Deadly smirk on his lips now, one that makes your stomach clench.

"I always behave, Mr. Zero." A purr, one that changes the tone of the entire dinner, at least for now.

A light scoff but he's smiling, genuinely and he looks so handsome like that. His eyes catch something you don't see before the waiter comes over with two starter salads.

You look down at the fresh bed of greens matching his and try not to grimace that he's most likely ordered dinner for you. Hating when benefactors took it upon themselves as they never paid enough attention to order even remotely right.

"Let's see how dinner goes first yea, princess? Gotta make sure I like it before I buy it." A clear taunt and stab at you to which you give a tight smile. Him placing himself above you but you were determined at the very least to secure the after dinner deposit fee from him that was clearly stated on your profile.

Any dinner lasting longer than two hours or is set after eight thirty pm is considered to be equal to two consultation fees.

He already violated the time since he messaged you at exactly six pm tonight and you were always sure to take your time getting ready.

But you had to finish the fucking date first.

"Okay." Agreeing without issue as you bite your tongue. Finishing your salad and your wine, asking him to order you another glass. Batting your eyelashes and for a second you see his face flash with something other than his gruff nature. Standing with the brief explanation of "freshening up."

Annoyed as you enter the ladies room, looking at your reflection as if to share a what the fuck glance with a friend before rooting around in your bag. Touching up your lipstick, spraying yourself with a bit of your perfume that made all the men insane for you before turning your attention to your hair.

Making sure it was still in perfect placement as you angle your pretty face this way and that. Clutch open on the vanity, the dummy pair of underwear threatening to fall out. Checking your account to see if the rest of this date was worth it when you see your stipulation fee is sitting in your account despite the date only being an hour long thus far.

Figuring you'll make this date worth it now, mostly curiosity getting the best of you over what is going to make this contact so fucking special he's more than willing to pay everything upfront.

To deal with your more cheeky side you used to scare off weaker men.

Clawed fingers curling around the soft pair of underwear, rubbing them between your hands vigorously to make them warm to the touch. To have him thinking that this sexy lingerie style underwear was nestled right to your cunt.

Balling them up as you make your way out of the bathroom while the waitresses gossip over the fact that some violent ringleader was dining there tonight and that he was "dangerously hot." Hushing when they see you pass the refreshment nook before you make your way back to the table.

Thankfully his left hand with all his rings is resting on its side on the table giving you more than enough space to press the warm fabric into his palm and curling his fist around it before sitting back across from him. Giving a flirtatious smile to the large blonde who turns his hand to see what you placed into his palm. Smirking and shaking his head as he looks down at the fabric.

Unfurling it with his large hand and seeing the pair of underwear with a little spot on the crotch that makes him chuckle.

You look over your meal that's been set out, can tell he was polite enough to wait for you as the aroma of spicy smoked meat sits before you. Breathing deeply and hating to admit that you'd actually like this dish. Picking up your fork as you let him become dumbfounded over the thought that you were bare under your dress when that was far from the truth.

Bakugou leans over the very expensive meal on the small table. Grabbing at your jaw a bit tightly so he can turn your face to husk in your ear.

"Now gimme the ones you're actually wearing, Princess." He growls, pulling back to hold out his hand expectantly.

Feigning innocence you look up at him and bat your eyelashes since that worked earlier, even letting your eyes get a little glassy.

"Wh-what are you talking about Mr. Zero?" Voice soft and going softer still when you add, "Those are my underwear. I wore them just for you."

He laughs loudly in your face and his grip tightens, mouth back at your ear with a deadly tone. A mix of playful flirtation and restrained anger.

"Now Princess, 'fore I get mad."

It sends a chill down your spine and a jolt to your cunt. Breaking your facade entirely when you let sharp nails bite into his thick wrist as you yank away your face. Looking around trying to come up with an excuse that this was too much of a public place before he adds.

"We're secluded enough." Letting his fingers wave impatiently with his palm up. Your eyes widen as you see how serious he is. Unable to hide the snarl on your lips or the flash of deep seeded anger in your eyes as you obey a benefactor's command instead of tricking them into thinking they had control.

Shimmying up your little bodycon dress, hooking sharp clawed thumbs into the band of the underwear to bring it down past your thick thighs that part for just a moment exposing your pretty mound to Bakugou by accident. It makes saliva coat his tongue and his cock twitch in his expensive pants.

Quickly fixing the hem of your dress that still tries to ride up thanks to your hips and thighs, balling up the black underwear and slapping it into Bakugou's waiting palm harshly. The corner of his lip curls up as he realizes it's a thong, much better than the dummy pair you gave him moments ago.

"You're such a fuckin pervert." You cross your arms over your chest, pushing up your tits giving the ash blonde a snarling pout. Wholly forgetting about your dinner now as you look away from him, can't believe he's won this round.

"Yea? Who's fault is that? Yer the one who gave me a clean pair of underwear to make me love sick for ya so I'd cough up all my cash." He makes no move to pocket the thin pair of underwear you've just given him, making your eyes dart to look for the approaching waiter, "This work on most men Sweetheart?"

"Tsk, yes." You scoff, "Then they send me whatever I fuckin want."

Pushing away a bit, thinking of leaving from how condescending his tone is. Inspecting the first pair you've given him now that he has the actual pair you'd been wearing, looking closely at the crotch.

"Did ya use a bleach pen on these 'fore ya came in?" He laughs when he watches your face blanch, most men couldn't tell. Just thought it was real and went with it, asked for more.

The waiter starts to come back to the table with another glass of Bakugou's bourbon and your wine, trying not to crack. Shoving down the panic and letting your nails bite into your palm letting crescent moons form in your soft skin. To try not to shove his hands into his lap to save you the embarrassment because the last thing you want him to know is that he's actually getting under your skin. He looks over his shoulder to follow your gaze, feral smile on his mouth.

"Besides, who's the real pervert here, Me for enjoying a pretty woman's time," He rolls the dark fabric around in his hand, still warm from your cunt and when he gets to the crotch it's damp, sticky, "Or you, for getting off to playing some dumb ass men outta thousands."

"I'm not-"

"Not what? Wet?" He laughs, letting his thumb slide through the slick of your underwear, uncaring that the waiter is here now. Setting down the drinks and forgoing asking how the meal was quickly slipping away in hopes of not bothering Ground Zero.

"Sweetheart I bet I could run my fingers through that sticky cunt and everyone in this restaurant would hear it." Bringing his thumb up to his mouth licking at it as one would to get sauce off their fingers, his eyes flutter and suddenly your cheeks burn.

"You're insufferable." You hiss, crossing your legs now, still unable to look at him.

"Ya know, I hate liars." He tosses your fake pair of underwear, pocketing the thong you wore with one hand while the other swirls his drink, "Ya've lied three times now."

"I have not."

"Ya have. Yer age, yer whole personality, yer underwear." He lists them on his fingers and funny enough you chose to die on only one of those hills.

"I am twenty five." You hiss, grabbing at your wine and downing it in three swallows.

"But yer not." He chuckles, eyes flicker to your face, you don't have foundation on, going for a mostly natural look, and Bakugou has good eyes where most men didn't, "Ya've got crows feet sweetheart. Seems like ya've smiled a lot in your life."

Reflexivity you go to hide the corner of your eyes, they crease heavily when you really smile. Everyone who knew you, actually knew you, always made the comment of "you smile with your eyes."

"Ah come on they're barely noticeable and nothin to be ashamed about." He chuckles, pulling at your wrists so he could see your face again, "Gimme a smile."

"Fuck off." You hiss waving him away dismissively trying to regain control, "The contract Mr Zero."

He sighs, annoyed as he leans back, "We haven't finished dinner."

"I'd like to skip to dessert." A snarling hiss as you push away what was probably the best meal you could've ever had.

"Oh would you?" Deadly smirk, "I could skip to dessert iffin ya want. In my car or the bathroom, your pick Princess."

"Again you're fucking insufferable." You make motion to stand, to leave, only for his strong hand to catch your wrist and pull you into his lap making this somehow worse.

"What's wrong? Embarrassed now?" He tilts your chin to him and you squeeze your eyes shut in defiance he chuckles lowly, "Tell me yer real age and I'll stop teasing, for now."

You open your eyes to glare at him for a long, long time. No judgment in those bromine eyes as he patiently waits for your answer. You sigh, scratching roughly at his undercut with your long nails whether it was a strategic move or your fingers having a mind of their own, you weren't sure. The only thing you were sure of was that this man was trouble.

Big trouble.

Yet you answer honestly anyway.

"Twenty nine." It's soft, genuinely this time as if you might be a little embarrassed about it when you know you shouldn't. He smiles up at you, letting his thumb linger at one of the corners of your eyes before he lets his fingers trace your face down to your jaw.

"See, won't so bad to admit it was it?" Genuine gentle tone, his hand on your hip squeezing at the fat there.

Your heart races and that foreboding feeling creeps up your throat as you're slowly realizing that you are no longer the one who was hunting.

No, no, now you were being hunted.

Nails bite harshly into his nape as you stand, snarl to your lips and all he can do is chuckle at your flippant attitude.

"M leaving." Holding out your manicured hand, "Give me my underwear back."

"No, I paid for it." He growls really spurring on your temper now.

"All you men are the same. Pigs who want to keep their dicks wet." A scoff as you snarl your pretty lips.

"And I can say all women are the same. Bitches who want to keep their pockets full." He retorts forcing your sharp claws to grab onto the cheeks of what you don't realize is the most powerful man in the entire country.

Even making sure your nails bite into the skin of his cheeks, "I don't need your fucking money."

"Then why're ya here sweetheart?" He smirks up at you, grabbing onto your wrist tightly.

"Fuck you. You don't know me." Shoving his face and escaping his tight grip before you begin to stomp from the restaurant with your head held high.

"You'll be crawling back to me, princess." He calls out with a chuckle.

"I won't!" You send a snarling growl back, unable to get through the too quiet dining room to the exit of the five star place.

Hissing through your teeth with an echoing groan as the night air hits you doing little to cool your temper while you hail a cab.

Pulling up the sugar baby app on your phone going to his profile to block him but before you can a message pops up.

GZ: See ya in two months sweetheart.

You'd never blocked a mark faster in your entire life.

But the thing you don't know about him yet is that Bakugou Katsuki always kept his promises.

A/N: yay! You've gotten to the end! Thank you so much for reading! Now I have plans to make this a series however I'm not very good at long term things if I'm being honest. Lmfao but please! If you liked or loved this reblog it! I'd love to hear in my inbox or in the body of the reblog or even in your tags of your reblog what you thought of this!

Kirishimas such a sweetheart, so gentle. But he also gets impossibly hard in your throat when he hears you gag on his dick for the first time.

So much that he wraps a large hand over the expanse of your skull and gently but firmly pushes you down on him just to hear you make that wet, gurgly gagging sound again, placing his other hand on your throat to feel the bulge and moaning.

He immediately cums when you look at him with fat tears pearling down your face

Writing is so annoying. Like. I have to actually write it for it to exist??? I can’t just snap my fingers and have a completed book materialize??? Who authorized this????

Just thinking about the Todoroki family's ~quirkless~ last child. And how she was an even bigger disappointment than the rest of her failure siblings where they at least have quirks and she's been nothing but a burden her entire life, freeloading with no prospects and zero talent. HOWEVER, on her eighteenth birthday… the Todoroki household is finally going to have her lazy ass earn her keep. One. Turn. At a time.

TW: incest, dubcon, one lesbian slur, virginity-loss, double-penetration, anal, bondage, bukkake, just one gangbang after the other, overstimulation, mind break, don’t know what got into me, SO MUCH SMUT

fem reader

FAMILY FUN

Mommy and Daddy have their go with you first and your brothers bitch and whine because they just know your virgin cunt’s not gonna be as tight after. 

And they’re right. 

If the thick fingers harshly prepping you don’t break you in first, Daddy’s towering red-bulged cock sure as fuck will. 

Your body doesn’t even allow the tip of his cockhead entry at first. But Daddy doesn’t let your virginity stop him for long, as he takes you by the hips with his strong sturdy hands and splits through your way too tight pussy from behind. Filling you up snug and then some until you swear he’s as deep as your throat.

And Mommy moans out her coos as she strokes your hair, Daddy’s large foot placed at the back of your skull, stomping your head into her slick cunt where your cries drum her clit. 

And Daddy’s balls are so heavy, clapping against your clit as he burrows the red-angry tip of his cock against your cervix brutally at a pace that has your perky tits swinging against the sheets with burns. Belly-bulge hurting where you’re going lightheaded with moans as you lap up Mommy’s juices. 

You try telling them you can’t breathe, you try telling them you’re going to tear apart soon, but they just remind you of your manners with a smack to the cheek of both your face and ass while sternly telling you not to speak with your mouth so full.

You’re allowed some relief as Daddy finally lifts his foot off your head when your pussy’s not giving him too much trouble anymore, now that your silky slick is coating even his balls and his cock is gliding in and out of your velvety walls with your juices dripping onto the sheets, making them damp as though you’ve wet yourself.

But, Mommy’s still not done with your pretty face and cups your head close to her cunt so she can rub her clit against your little pink tongue for you to drink up her spill.

“Yes, baby, keep licking- Mommy’s going to cum soon~” Rei coos as she fervently bucks her hips to angle her crotch against your slicked-up face, rubbing her pussy up and down from your chin to your nose, bathing you in her juices.

She’s watching Enji plunge his fat cock, which nearly broke her at your young age and has only grown fatter with the years since, deep into your tight virgin cunt, smiling at how your thighs quake because of it where your knees only barely skim the sheets as Daddy has you lifted to meet his sharp angry thrusts far into your ribcage. 

It makes her sweaty and giddy to see you struggling to compensate so prettily for them right before she cums on your panting pretty pink tongue. 

She wants to comfort and reward you for being so obedient to them. Help you feel good too.

“Come here, my baby~” She pouts, guiding you up with two hands cupping your messy face, having you crawl on your hands and knees with Daddy driving his hot rod through your taunt tightness until your head collapses against her tits from the force of his unyielding pummeling where he has your ass red from smacking against his pelvis as he makes you take his dick, all the way out before all the way inside again.

Mommy coos at you with a hand petting your weary head as she motions your slack jaw towards her nipple for you to suck on, giggling while feeling your pussy leaking onto her toes beneath you. 

“Aw~ you’re so wet, sweetie~” She squeals happily, thinking about giving you a playful foot-job to help you relax and cum for them, but shimmies down further until her head’s placed between your glossy thighs instead, right where Enji’s fat sweaty sack’s swinging heavily back and forth like a swing-set as he pounds your poor cunt. Juicy-full balls clenching with thick pumping veins in wait to empty their big load inside their daughter’s virgin womb. 

She licks at the sheen coating your thighs and hums at the mix of salty sweat and sweetness, her warm breath on that pretty little swollen clit of yours. Plump and blushed and so very sensitive. 

She gave the pretty bead a quick kitten lick just to tease you and you keeled over with a scream from the intensely overstimulated orgasm it forced onto you, electric thrills zipping along your thighs throughout the tips of your curled toes, the side of your face mushed hard into your parent’s damp pillow where Mommy came just a minute ago before you. 

And you clenched hard on Daddy’s dick, giving his fat raging pole a tight squeeze of gratitude before you flushed him with sweet pussy-juice. And Mommy’s sucking you while you squirt on her face and Daddy’s fucking you through it and your tiny fists clench the sheets where you shake with pleasure with your tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling all the way back into your skull as you moan out like a dirty little whore.

The last thing you remember is Mommy eating Daddy’s cum from your creamed cunt before you wake up, still on your knees, though now with Touya-Nii's cock on your face. A hard and weighty length balanced right between your eyes.

“Yisss, baby-siss, just like that, keep kissing ‘em just like that.” Big brother groans aggressively through clenched teeth as he fists the hair at the nape of your neck with a tug to angle your face into his sack.

He doesn’t care how many times you cum on that vibrating egg he stuffed your cunt with, he only cares that you look pathetic on your knees as you moan while suckling his balls like you’re desperately hungry for his milk. 

He doesn’t know why Natsuo’s going through the trouble of prepping you for anal with a wet rim job either.

If it was him, he’d just stick it to you raw and hear you cry and whine while you adjust to the fatness staking home in your ass. Perhaps give you a smack if you complain too much. 

If it ain’t gonna be painal then what the fuck’s the point of anal at all, right? But, it sure looks like you’re grateful for it the way your rocking back into your Natsu-Nii’s face as he slurps your butt while you kiss bigger Nii-san’s ball-sack like a fish being fed. 

He’s watching Natsuo gorge himself between your perfectly round bum, shaking his head and clicking his tongue at his amateur younger brother, thinking he’s going to blow his load before he even gets to enter your ass with how desperately he’s fisting his cock. 

Touya just rolls his eyes with a scoff and fingers the tiny remote control in his hand like a menace, grinning while listening to the thrums of the egg get louder, liking how you shift on your knees with a whine, more slick running down your thighs as they tremor from the climax. Your eyes take another barrel roll as your jaw slacks even looser, falling open and taking his balls even better into your warm wet receiving mouth with a soft grateful moan.

He doesn’t really want to fuck your cunt the same day the old man’s blown his load inside you. He’d rather wait until nightfall and fuck you while you sleep after your shower when you’re nice and clean and even dopier, where he can have you all to himself. 

Right now, though, he’s going to settle for painting your pretty face and tits and having you lick him up like a lollipop while Natsuo breaks in your ass. 

You look good down on two knees like that, holding onto his thighs with your tongue lapping his scrotum, begging for the cum stored inside them like a thirsty little mind-broken whore. You’re adorable sucking and licking at him more desperately each time he gives your face a mean slap with his heavy dick, aiming at you with the harsh hard spine of his Jacob’s ladder for extra motivation. He likes the little teardrops hanging off your lashes and dripping down your cheeks, crying all cute and shit while you kiss his nuts.

He thinks he’d like to give you a golden shower once. Piss right into your wide-open mouth, make you drink it, gag and nearly drown in it while he fucks your throat, and make you thank him after swallowing it all. He should bring his friend over. He bet Shiggs would love to make a toy out of you. He does the most disgusting things to unwilling skanks, he can’t wait to see what he’d do to you who’ll lie still with your mouth agape and your legs spread like such an obedient little cum-slut. 

Your Shiggs’ type. Cute, pretty, and docile as you are. He bet he would take your anal virginity the right way; stick it in with no warning, your face on the floor with his toes hooked in your mouth to keep you grounded and screaming. Shiggs would sit on your face afterward and have you give him a wet rim as thanks for giving your ass a good buttfuck instead of this pussy-foot bullshit Natsuo’s doing.

But shit, it looks like his kid-brother really enjoys giving his kid-sister a nice sloppy butt-tonguing. And looks like you’re really loving it as well with the way you’re moaning and glucking on his cock and balls, so eager he’d think you’d been doing it all your life.

Granted, you’re a bit clumsy with it. But Touya doesn’t mind. He likes messy.

Finally, he pulls you from frenching his balls. Hooking a thumb behind the row of lower teeth in your mouth to tug your chin down so you don’t accidentally bite him when he shoves his length inside your warm drooling cave and starts hacking at the back until your throat gives and you have him swallowed down as deep as your jugular.

And he keeps you there.

And in the silent panic of choking you feel Natsu-Nii’s tongue wriggle inside your butt as Touya’s strong hand cups your skull, your nose nudged against his stiff white pubic hairs, his cock lodged all the way down your tight constricting tunnel as you convulse with hiccups and coughs you try holding down to please him, swallowing your spit around him until he feeds your throat full of bitter seed that runs thinly down your pipe until laying in a warm pool in your gut. 

“There you go- swallow, baby-sis.” He orders, shuddering while he moans, still with his hand clamping your head down on his cock. His other hand squishing his ball-sack against the drool on your chin as he makes a few more sudden jerks with his hips.

He pulls your head off by giving your hair another yank, and you gulp like you’re coming up for air, and he drops a splatter of spit onto your face with jaded eyes. 

“You’re welcome.” He snickers, letting go of you with a satisfied sigh where you land on your palms and cheek in a flurry of coughing up and swallowing down spit and cum that’s got your throat raw on choking. 

His pants are pulled up when you gather yourself enough to look up from laying in a slumped heap on the dirty floors his Docs just stood on. He’s already fingering a cigarette with his phone held before him, sounds from a videogame coming through the speaker as you catch him leave through the door. 

Talking through the smoke he’s got pressed between his lips, words slightly handicapped because of it. “Drop your joystick, loser- and come tag-team my useless sister later.” 

Some quick-paced controller clicks pass along the intrusive loudness of shooting and screams. “Which one?” A rusty voice croaks and your guts churn knowing who it is.

“Tch- the quirkless one that isn’t a dike, dumbass-” Touya talks back and it’s the last you catch of the conversation before the door slams shut behind him.

And by that time, it seemed your other brother was done feasting on your firm hole, wiping the drool off his chin before hoisting you from the ground up on the sticky leather couch he, Touya, and Touya-nii’s questionable friends sit on and play questionable games while drinking questionable liquors.

You hadn’t really noticed you were in the game-room before now, though didn’t get long to wonder how or when you’d gotten there before nii-san shoved your head down into the cold couch seat.

Like father, like son, Natsuo also wants you face-down and ass-up, bending you over into a low bow that had your back in a slope and your ass nudged tight against his crotch where he stood wide-legged behind you, rubbing his stiff dick in the wet of his spit between your plump cheeks. 

Though, unlike Daddy, he’s not allowing you to clutch the sofa for support. 

Nah, Natsuo has your arms roughly pulled behind your back instead as he begins nudging his pre-cum leaky cockhead inch by fat inch into your taut asshole. 

You try and wheeze out a little prayer for him to go slower, but you choke on the words as he pushes with a strength you just can’t fight all the way inside your virgin butt until his balls are pressed firmly against the puffy lips of your wet drooling pussy. You whine and he groans as he feels the egg inside your other hole pulse against his shaft with your tight ass clenching around him like a vice. 

“Fuh-uuck-” He groans out, like a bull, having your wrists go blue with how hard he’s gripping them as he drags his shaft out slowly. He nearly cums right then as you squeeze him even tighter, biting his lip harshly to hold back.

He thinks your moans are so pretty. Girly little mews like a pet kitten. Such a good girl taking him so well and so deep, lying there so obediently beneath him with your ass nudged teasingly back into him.

He can barely take it. 

He’s taking his perky little sister in her perfect and tight ass for her very first time. And it feels so fucking goodhe has to lean his forehead against the couch cushion before him, drowning his head in the plush leather while panting and groaning with his back in a hunch as he curves into your butt as deep as he can.

Droplets of sweat go dripping down his chest and you feel it trickle down the slide of your spine, some of it running between your ass-cheeks, gliding along where he’s stuffing into your behind slowly and carefully as though he’s savoring every single inch of you hugging him.

He nearly tells you that he loves you when he blows, ending up biting the leather he has his face pressed against instead as he pumps pulse after pulse of thick hot cum deep inside you.

He feels slightly bad for you as you lie there panting and exhausted, with the hole he just ravaged twitching and gaping while leaking with his load. He wants to hold you as you sleep, both your sweaty bodies pressed tightly against each other while he has you cock-warming him all through the night. But unfortunately, there are others in the house that still haven’t gotten their share of you yet. So, the last thing he does is kiss your temple before carrying you off to the one next in line.

And unlike the prior threesomes, Fuyumi wants you all to herself. 

She was slightly pouty because Natsuo got a crack at you before her along with Touya, given she’s older, but dealt with it while watching your exhausted little sweaty face suck on the worn panties she’d stuffed your mouth with. And then she felt kind of happy that her brothers and Daddy had taken you before her and thought for a moment to ask Shoto if he as well wanted to have a go before she got started. 

She thinks you look really sweet with all their dried cum caking you up like frosting.

She puts her mouth to the stains on your ass and gives it a taste, wondering whether she can guess who’s who. With Touya being such a booze-junkie, she’d wager his cum tastes like acid, which meant the flecks on your bum weren’t him. Which in turn meant it must be Natsuo, given Daddy wouldn’t waste a single drop worth of his precious cum anywhere except for deep within your tight cunt.

Humming at her deduction, she pushed her glasses back tight to her bridge. “Wake up, Imouto,” She purred and gave your ass a light clap, watching it jiggle with an endeared smile as more of Natsuo’s cum dribbled out of your still-twitchy butthole. 

You moaned and suckled some on the sweetness of the thing stuffing your mouth as you once again stirred from yet another black-out you’d fallen in after your brothers had their fun with you. Lying on your belly with something tying both your wrists behind your back.

The smell of the new place was sweet, and by that, you knew it was your older sister’s room even with the blindfold she’d wrapped your eyes with.

“Have you had fun today?” She asks gleefully while mounting you, her manicured hands dipping into the cake of your ass before spreading the cheeks, watching you expand and flutter around nothing, whiteness leaking from both places. “Mmh… I can tell you’ve had cock stuffed in all your lucky holes.” She chuckled softly. “So many big birthday gifts for you on your special day… you want mine too, birthday girl?”

Your hands fidgeted behind your back the more you came to as your sister's warm thickly strong thighs rubbed against your soft ones while she played paddy-cake with your buttcheeks. 

“I don’t think I need any extra lube with how prepped you are for me already.” She commented and you felt something cold and rounded press against your heat where she bucked her hips some on top of you until the tip of it shimmied its way between your still tingly lips, starting to stretch your sore muscle open again. “So- maybe I’ll just puuush…” She croons while watching your pretty hole spread around it, moaning as she forces the thick toy inside you with one swift roll of her waist. “Right inside.” 

Her eyes are glued to the strap-on stuffing you and the cum oozing out from the sides as she bottoms out, leaving no room left inside. Smiling calmly while she listens to you moan while you suck on her underwear, watching your wrists wring against each other where she’d bound them together with her old pink skip-rope.

“This cock just slips right into you, doesn’t it, Imouto?” She giggles again. “Right in where it belongs, hmm, Imouto?”

She starts riding you, rolling her hips against your ass. The thick silicon drilling into your cunt. In deep and out again. Her nails clawing into the plush chunks of ass as she spreads you to look into your other hole and how adorably it flexes around the absence of Natsuo. She does like Dabi and spits on you, watching gleefully as the blob slips and disappears inside you.

“You like cock, don’t you, Imouto?” She coaxed with a condescending giggle while fucking you, leaning down against your naked back with her large breasts squishing against your shoulder blades, her warm breath hot on the shell of your ear as the toy reached way too deep inside your already sore tenderness. “Right?” She whispered, giving your earlobe a lick before laughing some again, rocking her hips back and forth with the dildo already pushed as far into you as it could reach.

You nodded your head and tried squeaking out a yes through the gag as your toes curled and reached on repeat.

“Yes?” Your sister piqued and you continued your desperate nodding with the aim of pleasing her. “You only like cock?” She asked then, her tone suggestively tense, and you had the crawling feeling she’d led you straight into a trap.

Fuyumi clicked her tongue three times in a row while shaking her head slowly, lifting her weight off your back to get access to your plush ass again, giving the flesh a harsh slap while keeping her strap-on situated deep inside you still.

“Bad Imouto.” She scolded and you whined out a cry upon the sting left on your flesh. “Daddy doesn’t want you to just like cock- he wants you to looove cock.” She explained while tightly fucking into the sponge wall at your very depths on repeat, making you give a muffled whimper as your brows intertwined with pain. “Let’s try again, hmm? Imouto, do you like cock?”

This time you shook your head, hoping she was kind enough to allow you some mercy.

“No? You don’t like cock, Imouto?”

You shook your head some more and your sister giggled once again.

“Do you love cock?” She watched you nod your head, and started to rock against you again with speed. Nudging the silicone in and out of you, watching you make the toy glossy with slickness as she fucked you into another orgasm that had your ass dance for her. “Yesss, good, you love that feeling in your tight little pussy, you love taking that cock-” She moaned, teasing your cunt some more with the fat dildo before popping it out of you to watch your cunt spasm around the void it used to fill. Smiling down at the pretty show until calmly slinging her leg over you and hoping off as though she’d been riding a horse that had reached its destination. 

You coiled against the bedsheets like a caterpillar in the aftershocks of your peak. Turning around to better breathe while your hips stuttered and nails made indents in your palms. And Fuyumi giggled at your pathetic crumbling composure while grabbing ahold of your ankles, spreading them before latching something around each two. And with it, you were unable to close your legs again. 

And then you heard the thrums of something familiar.

Something dangerous and something you definitely didn’t want touching your body right after peaking. You wiggled in the anxious anticipation before feeling the strict intense vibrations patter against your way too sensitive clit going haywire beneath the assault.

“Here you go~ Happy birthday, baby~” Fuyumi mollycoddled while watching you sob into your gag, limbs tensing while your chest heaved and your little toes cramped. 

You whimpered in panic as your thighs quaked by the stimuli, and Fuyu-Nii hummed in amusement as she snickered. 

“How many times have we made you cum today, Imouto?” She asked as she pulled her now wet with drool underwear out of your whiny mouth.

“I don’t n-” You cried with glossy strings snapping between your panting lips.

“You don’t know?” Your sister questioned, feigning being appalled. “Daddy’s right, you are a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” She spat, whipping the wet lace undergarment across the bare flesh of your tits, making you yelp. “It’s all right, Imuoto. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” She cooed then after, and you felt her soft lips kiss along the welt left behind by the strike before giving each of your nipples a teasing little smooch. “Big sis is here to teach you how to be a good and grateful little whore.”

The blindfold wrapped upon your eyes left little to be seen sept from darkness, but your other senses aided you well at your loss of vision. Feeling the warmth close to your face and the reek of sweet sweaty pungent lust wafting close to your nose.

“Open up, Imouto. Open wide for me.” Your sister commanded and you had a fair idea what was going to enter your mouth once you did. “Taste yourself.” She said softly in a whisper, before she pushed the fat silicon between your teeth and onto your tongue, all the way through your gaping mouth until your plump swollen lips locked around the mock base separating you from her cunt. “Does it taste good?” She continued in her sweet tone while fucking your face slowly, letting you clean the toy of all your mess. “Probably tastes like Daddy.” She giggled. “I bet he had a good time breeding your silly little pussy full of his ball juice.”

She kept cooing and praising you as you sucked on her makeshift cock, violent vibrations on your clit as you heard her playing with yet another trinket, this time sounding of the metallic kind. And though curiosity peaked in your blindness, you weren’t dying to find out what it was, as you were more than certain it was going to make itself known on your body real soon.

“I have another birthday present for you, Imouto.” Fuyu-Nii cheered. 

And as you’d suspected you felt the pinch of the metal clamps squeezing the nib of your nipple into a pretty perky little nub. And then the other nipple had its turn and you whined around the cock lodged in your mouth. And though you couldn’t see it you could tell your sister had a chain running from her hand reigning each their tortured tit. 

“So pretty, Imouto.” She admired, finally removing the dildo from your mouth before proceeding to remove it entirely as you heard it drop with a clatter and a heavy thud to the floor.

She rubbed a thumb over your bottom lip and smeared your spit across it and suddenly you felt a blob of someone else’s saliva hit your tongue before sliding down the slope of your throat, making you swallow. She looked down at your pretty flustered face and your open mouth, needing to push her glasses back on once they started sliding in the dew her heated face had cooked up from playing with you.

Not to mention the heat downstairs. A heat you were only dampening with more of your heavy panting breaths as your little face just begged for some comfort food where you deliriously cried and whined from the excessive beat the cruel vibrator placed between your barred legs.

“What about pussy, Imouto?” She murmured. “You love pussy?” 

The question was accompanied by a pull of the nipple clamps and you stuttered out an answer. “Y-yes-”

“Is that right? You love pussy?” She cheered, and you felt her inch closer, the warmth of her thighs hugging each side of your head and the tickle of what you could only guess were pubic hairs ghosting your face. “Mmh, we’ll see…” She smirked and yanked some more on the cruel things squeezing your poor nipples. “Smell it.” She moaned, nudging herself against your face, where her wet clit smeared the tip of your nose and her pussy-lips lightly kissed your pouty ones. “Lick it.”

You did like earlier and stretched your tongue out, dipping the muscle into the warmth slick walls and zigzagging up and down the lips like mommy had told you she liked just a few hours ago.

“Ah- I see mommy already taught you a few tricks, Imouto.” She crooned as you slurped her down, moaning shamelessly with a smile while throwing her head back with how good your little face felt pleasing her wet pussy. “Mmh yes- Use that tongue, baby, and lick-” 

She had to bite her lip with how you were lapping at her clit and fucking her hole with the tip of your tongue, drinking all her juice down, and not letting a single drop go to waste. Making the lewdest noises while eating her out as though starved even though it was just a way for you to distract yourself from the violent orgasm the toy playing your clit was granting you. 

She wasn’t even disappointed she couldn’t find an opportunity to punish you. She could only moan as you pleased her until she felt the pleasure climb so high and knot so tight until the coil snapped inside her and out she flushed all over your glossy little face. 

“Ah~ good girl, such a good girl-” She cooed while riding your face still before the stimulation became too much for her and she had to pull on your nipple clamps as though halting a horse. “Good girl.” She breathed heavily, her creamed and drenched cunt still placed heavily atop your face as she slowly came down from her high. A pleased smile quietly placed on her dewy face. 

She stroked your cheek when looking down at you drowning between and beneath her, smile widening as she watched how pathetically your thighs quaked with the vibrator still nudged tight against your poor overstimulated clit. 

She just gave your nipples yet a tug, beginning to rock her cunt against your mouth again with a new command upon her strict lips.

“Clean me.”

After Fuyumi had toyed with you a dozen more times, with vibrators stuffed in your every orifice until you were screaming and wailing from overstimulation, you were beyond deadbeat once she finally felt she’d had enough fun. Wishing ever so hopelessly with dopey blinking eyes that Shoto was still as uninterested as he’d seemed when the proposal had initially been offered by Daddy.

The youngest brother, though still older than you, had only silently stood there during the family meeting, not a word leaving him as he leaned against the wall like he usually does with his bangs shadowing over whatever dull expression gracing his face.

Shoto was always quiet and you honestly didn’t know much about him despite him being the closest to you out of all your other siblings age-wise. But, he’d always been rather reserved and cold towards you, including everyone else in the family for that matter. 

You thought of simply brushing him off as you stumbled wearily down the hallway to where his bedroom was, thinking your aloof brother probably wouldn’t mind not taking part in the new family tradition. But you decided not to as you were well aware of your obligations to at least propose he use you before going to bed, lest you wanted to be punished.

Naked and licked clean by your sister only a few minutes ago, though beyond feeling bashful anymore, you knocked a weak tune on your last brother’s door. Thinking, if anything, he might just want a blowjob like Touya-Nii.

But, Shoto isn’t alone.

You hear multiple voices on the other side and as the door swings open, before you’re even able to rethink your nudity, it isn’t your brother’s bi-colored features staring down at you.

It seemed Shoto was well ahead of Touya in the idea of inviting company.

Shoto doesn’t know much about friendship, but from what he’s deduced he thinks a lot of it is about swapping favors and sharing goods. And if he read the interest his two friends expressed when he mentioned his quirkless little sister, he’d say their friendship was going smoothly with the little offering that presented herself in his doorway.

“Fuckin’ finally- your people’s greedy as fuck for keepin’ us waitin’ so fuckin’ long.”

It was the angry callous ash-blonde you’d seen your brother bring home for dinner first a couple of years ago. You’d spotted him frequently since, and every single one of those times he’d always worn a deep frown.

Behind him, on Shoto’s unmade bed, sat the other boy you’d usually see insisting on carrying the tower of dishes everyone would rack up during dinner even as a guest. You’d always thought he seemed kinder than any man you’d ever met, or at least of the men you were housed with, but something about the way his green nearly luminescent eyes viewed you in the darkness of Shoto’s room made you feel even more naked than you already were.

“You weren’t bullshittin’ us about her being quirkless, right, Half’n’Half?” The other boy continued in his brash nature, his large warm scathed hand wrapping strong bruising digits around your upper arm, yanking you inside before you were able to even begin comprehending what the three men had in store for you, stumbling inside the dimly lit four walls with the three boys. 

The door slammed shut behind you and you were shoved to the man on the bed.

“Have a look, Deku- you’re the expert.” Your manhandling bully voiced, and you stumbled forward toward the other man, who caught you in a firm yet soft grip before your knees could bash against the bedframe.

“Don’t be so harsh, Kachan.” He scolded. His eerily large eyes set on you as you peered up at him, noticing how his heavy green curls framed his face like a wild jungle.

He pulled you up by your waist like you were stuffed with feathers and not flesh and bones, laying you down on your back at the edge of the bed and then spreading your thighs on either side of his as he loomed like a toppling tower above you. And all you had to distract yourself from the fact that this was now the fifth person to spread your legs that day was count the freckles he had spotted over the bridge of his nose as though they mapped out a constellation of stars you could wish upon.

Midoriya’s hand rode down your thigh before sweeping up your leg and locking around your foot where he seemed particularly interested in inspecting your pinky-toe.

He gave a smile a short moment later.

“Double-joints.” He commented. A type of blitz lightening up his eyes. “She’s quirkless, no doubt about it.”

“Why would I lie?” Your brother spoke up, resting in the armchair by his desk, showing no intention of joining.

“Can never be too careful. There aren’t too many quirkless ones out there anymore.” The man on top of you explained, rubbing your thighs with his strong roughened hands, his tone muddled as though he was distracted. A strange type of adoration painted on his calm face as he lazily skimmed over your pretty nude shape beneath him. “Guess you’re one of the lucky few.”

“Lucky? Tch-” Your brother’s other friend snorted, coming into sight once again. His voice, quite like Daddy’s, was loud and abrasive as he rounded the bed and came up behind you, his knees dipping into the mattress, skimming your ears where your head lay trapped between his thighs. Peering down at you with bloody eyes and a sharp pointy smirk, his hand flicking one of your nipples harshly before chuckling. “Lucky for us maybe.”

One placed a thumb on your clit and soon had all three longest fingers stuffing you, and the other traced your plump lips before filling your throat in the same fashion. 

And soon, it wasn’t just fingers anymore.

They took turns swapping which end they wanted in the spit roast. Swinging you between them as though you were made up of air like whichever else sex-doll you can buy while altering your position to whatever they desired, which seemed streamlined on all and every decision as though they’d done the same a few too many times. 

First, they took you lying belly-up with your head dangling off the bed-end, a hand wrapped over your neck, cock-bulge in your throat, and a heavy set of balls clapping against your nose with every greedy thrust into your mouth. Your thighs spread wide and your legs flung over a broad set of shoulders, a twin cock-bulge in your stomach. And then they flipped you over onto your knees and tossed you around so that the cock previously in your mouth was now in your cunt and the one in your cunt now in your mouth and so on and so forth until you couldn’t keep track of who was who anymore.

They were both so big your pussy still twitched from the sting of being stretched as the boy behind you jackhammered into you with both his greedy hands digging into the ample flesh of your hips, his sharp hipbones bruising against your rear while you gagged on the cock stuffing the pocket of your cheek.

You couldn’t believe their stamina. You felt them cum multiple times. Or perhaps it was just saliva or perhaps sweat your felt spray on your tits and ass and face. You weren’t sure between blinking with droopy eyes in the darkness of Shoto’s room. But you swore you recognized the taste on your tongue. Though not as bitter as Touya-Nii’s, you could still pinpoint the same type of tang as you swallowed a mouthful yet again.

You started whining at some point after cumming for what felt like the last time before the threatening need to pass out started circling in. They weren’t as ignorant to your pleasure as the prior men and had digits flicking over your overstimulated swollen bead at all times, making your cunt clench on the present cock until you came on him once more. They seemed to enjoy it when you milked them, giving you little degrading comments with cocky knifelike smiles as they forced you into yet another painful peak.

So, being light-headed and disoriented with the little air your lungs had received in the last quarter-hour of being stuffed in both ends, you took what rest you were allowed with gratitude. Twitching atop a warm chest with all your limbs slack from exhaustion and your head pressed against a thumping heart, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth as sweat pilled on your forehead.

Your clit threatened to pop off under the pruned fingers still rubber over it, though you’d thankfully grown accustomed to the cock stored inside your pussy by now, having been swapped on the two large dicks for a while. However, when a hand made a squeeze to your ass, followed by the push of a plush pillowy tip against your other end opening, anxiety once again started to brew within your gut by the threat of being stuffed in both neighboring holes all at once.

But you couldn’t stop it either. 

He was bigger than Natsu-Nii. And while your ass made resistance with its firmness, you were too exhausted to even tense up and could only moan out as the large cock forced into the hole along with the other fatness already taking space inside your cunt. 

Double-stuffed, all you could do was pant with your tongue lolled out as your eyes crossed. 

And they moved in perfect sync. 

Both of them pulled out slowly, a pair of large hands set on your hips and another cupping each buttcheek, lifting you on cue with each other, before dropping you down and shoving into you at the same time.

They thought you were the lewdest little thing. Moaning and panting out like a bitch in heat while being taken in both holes by their fat dicks. Accepting being a complete toy for them to use. You deserved every drop of cum they’d given you and had definitely earned being bred in all holes before going to bed.

Nearing the end, you were pulled onto the floor. On your knees between the two, their hand overlapping your hands as they assisted you in jacking them off as their warm wet cockheads tapped against your face with every jerk. 

They stood close. So close, you felt the warmth of their thighs on your shoulders. So close, the tips of their cocks kissed every once in a while. So close, they both tried squeezing into the dripping cavern of your mouth together. 

“You’ve got pretty bedroom eyes.” Deku complemented, keeping a paw on top of your head to hold you steady and your dopey eyes in contact with theirs as they looked down at you. “Just as pretty as your brother-”

“Nah, prettier.” The blonde interjected, playing with a lock of your hair between his fingers in meditation of trying to refrain from bucking into your face while feeling your little tongue run over the spine of his high-strung cock. “Keep your mouth open, quirkless.” He moaned and you thought his voice sounded significantly sweeter than it had when he’d first thrown you to the bed.

You were right. He was running out of steam and knew this would be the last his balls would be able to squeeze out. Keeping his eyes tightly shut he thought of giving you one last bedtime snack, and with the arousing thought, his gut curled like an adder and his toes gripped the carpet beneath his feet. Purple veins pumping in his shaft, looking close to popping as his tip blew like a sneeze all over your face and on that welcome mat of a tongue within your wide-open mouth.

His eyes took a tumble beneath his closed eyes as he blissed out and stumbled back into a collapse on the bed. Panting as his cock twitched in the aftershocks of the apex. Chest rising heavily in grunts as he came down like a feather swaying into a soft and peaceful fall.

Deku grinned by having outlasted Kachan, though felt his own undoing quickly pursuing. 

He kept your hand working his length as he watched the blonde’s cum start dripping from your face, chuckling some when seeing a spill of it catching on the lashes of your right eye, making you awkwardly wink up at him, looking like such a dumb little cum-junkie. But you were a bit too cute and pretty to be called such vile things.

He groaned as he watched your perky little nipples jiggle with the bounce of your breasts as you jerked him off with his helping hand guiding your tiny one. Loving your soft slim fingers as opposed to his own coarse ones as you squeezed along his veins and ridges and coaxed for his cum with his cockhead laying on the warm bed of your tongue until he shot his load straight down your throat.

He held your head until you swallowed. Giving you a tired toothless smirk while he watched you clean his drippy tip on your tongue before he walked himself over to the bed, falling onto the mattress stomach-first with a bounce next to the man who dipped off just a moment earlier.

You envied them and thought for a moment you could simply fall asleep on the carpeted floor instead of taking the long walk back to your bed, even though it was just next door, but as you curled yourself up into a little drained ball your eyes blinked open and shut and open again to find a new pair of feet standing before you.

“Are you okay, Imouto?” Shoto’s soft voice asked where he’d crouched down to pet your weary little head where you laid resting on his floor.

“Yea… Sho-nii…” You mumbled out tiredly, blinking at him and his pretty porcelain face as he thumbed your chin and picked you up into a soft smooch, where you had only barely brain cells enough to find it extreme for him to kiss the mouth his friends just came in, though not enough to still mull the fact that he was your brother.

“You change your mind after the party’s over?” Bakugou murmured groggily, now rolling closer to Midoriya to share his warmth, and again you felt envy in the lonely chill of your brother’s floors.

“She’s my sister, isn’t she?” He challenged. “What’s so wrong with wanting her all to myself?” And though he was answering his friend his eyes were set looking down at you. A small smile adorning his face while doing so as he scooped your legs up with one arm and supported your back with the other before hoisting you up into a bridal carry. “I’ll help you wash up.” His soft voice kindly offered. Thinking it cute how you naturally rested your head against the cotton of his shirt, nuzzling into his warm left side like a little kitten.

“Thank you, Nii-san~” Your sweet voice carried back to him while your eyes softly closed. Lulled in his arms, all holes slowly leaking. Cum on your pretty chest, slipping over the smooth skin of your cute tits as Shoto watched you puff out small exhausted breaths.

He walked you to the baths, where he’d already heated the waters. Steam had gathered and was now rolling down the marble walls and otherwise clouded the air with damp fumes of lavender and mint.

“Can you stand for just a bit, Imouto?” He whispered to which you gently nodded still with your eyes softly closed and he let you down on your feet though kept an arm around your waist as he removed his clothes before picking you up again, now laying against his nude toned muscled chest.

He entered the baths with your legs swinging softly at the end of his strong arm. The steam already getting dewy on your skin before your toes dipped into the warm water. He laid your head on his shoulder and had your back resting against his chest, his hands running over all your wet curves and rubbing your sore muscles into grateful soft flesh again. And you moaned and he blushed at the sound where your mouth blew warmth onto his ear, a small smirk shaping his pretty lips as his hands continued to wander your precious body.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked, while his hands worked soap into your scalp and out through your strands.

You hummed for a long time before forcing your sounds of appreciation into actual words. “Mm-No… ‘m just tired.”

He baptized your head to rinse out all the soap before kissing your temple, his lips soon giving your earlobe a nibble before kissing your neck and shoulders. “I’ll put you to bed after this, all right?” He promised with two fingers splitting the lips of your sex before slipping them both into you.

Your knees felt the immediate instinct of closing, but Shoto spread you apart again by hugging your thigh close to his chest and keeping the other spread as he pumped you gently on his digits. His cock getting hard in the water, feeling it stiffen against your rump where he had your cute little squirming under control atop his lap.

His other hand started rubbing himself until his cock stood on its own with a strained curve the harder he got, easily lifting you just a bit above his lap and treading you on his member as he set you down again.

He took you sensually, unlike all prior. His arm beneath your knees with the other supporting your lower back, while your head laid to rest on his shoulder. He lifted slowly and fucked into you with care, enjoying staying in as deep as you would allow for a long moment before sliding out, though never entirely, until fully entering your plush warmth again.

His actions grew less and less delicate with time though, less and less gentleman-like and more and more brute. Water splashed across once dry tiles as his tempo gained speed and urgency. Shifting you on his lap until you faced forward the same way he did, an arm bared across your lap like a seatbelt as his other hand wrapped lanky fingers over your throat to keep you tight against him as he took you hard from behind. 

You pondered what wild strength he must have to do such exercise in water before your mind blanked to nothing but pain with an aftertaste of pleasure as he bit into your neck and started sucking harsh and unforgivingly dark marks into you.

Keeping you seated and his cock deep as he came. His eyes trailed your lips and chin and his hand on your throat down to your perky tits strutting by the angle he had you bent, with your ass nudged nicely into his pelvis and his dick situated all the way inside you, molding your insides as you became one with each other.

With just a couple of years separating you, you were almost twins. He thinks that makes you more his than any of the others, but he doesn’t really mind sharing as long as you know it while you let someone else fuck you. And the love bites he’s left on your neck should be a suitable reminder of that.

He patted you dry afterward, rubbing your locks for water until they were damp enough to quickly dry on their own. And then he carried you off to bed, laying you down onto your soft mattress before pulling the duvet up snug around your head, stroking your hair while watching you snuggle yourself. 

“Sleep well, Imouto.” He whispered softly, to which you only had the strength to hum in return. 

A wish to join you flickered before him at the thought of spooning the little cozy ball you’d tucked yourself into but thought again of the guests in his room before rising from sitting at the edge of your bed. His eyes still looking at you all the way until he stood at the threshold to your bedroom.

“I’ll come visit you in the morning.” He promised, finally tearing himself away from watching you sleep with the closing of your door.

Perhaps an hour or two later, or at least long enough to have let your hair dry, the smell of cigarettes and beer woke you up again. Accompanied of course by the warm wet tongue dragging itself up your cheek followed by that sick dry snicker.

You attempted to pretend you were sleeping, thinking perhaps your biggest brother would find toying with you too boring, but the number of footsteps told you he was no longer alone. So, you kept an ear open to hear what they had to say as you snuggled into the warm duvet your last brother tucked you in with. 

“Aw- would you look at that-” The voice you feared came, as you’d hoped it was his winged friend instead and not the scratchy and gut-wrenching one. You knew who that was, and so did the rest of you it seemed, as goosebumps rushed to the surface covering the skin starting at your ankles all the way up to your neck. “A little sleeping beauty.”

He sounded a bit drunk, and if you were to judge the bitter smell that wafted from the pair it was fair to say they hadn’t taken it easy.

“We could make stacks off ’er-” Your brother’s friend continued, words slightly slurred though still managing to sound dry. “Pass ’er around some friends- have a fuckin’ party.”

“Shiggs, you don’t need cash- I’m a fuckin’ walking ATM for fuck’s sake.” Your big brother boasted. “What you need to do- is to help me double-stuff this wet cunt n’ stretch her out more than my old man-” Touya-Nii explained with a drunk hic as he ripped off your covers, leaving your naked body free to be gawked at where you laid curled on your side hogging your teddy-bear with your nipples turning hard in the cold.

You didn’t like the sound of his intentions and wished again that they’d leave.

But Shigaraki laughed with one of his fingers touching down on your vulnerable skin, making you shiver. “Daddy-dearest fucks her too?” He grinned, looking over your pretty innocent face where you struggled at keeping your eyes from going haywire with fear.

“Mommy too~” Your brother added with a pout as he looked for a place to stump his cigarette.

His friend made another sound of amusement at the comment, before dragging his dry digit up your leg and thigh, reveling at the little whimper you gave once he reached your hip. “Tch- Your family’s sick.” He whispered.

“You’re telling me about sick families?” Touya’s brow raised, and so did the corner of his mouth as he rubbed his bud into your father’s face on a family picture, pulling up into a grin as he looked back at the boy trying to scare you into giving up your little sleeping act. “Big words for someone who knows what his father’s southpaw tastes like.”

“Fuck off, Dabi.” He bit back, his voice sharper with bothered nerves and you quaked beneath the four fingers he had ghosting your soft flesh as they slightly scratched you with his comment. “Like you’re allowed to talk about Daddy issues…”

“Tch- right.” Your brother answered, and you heavily wished they hadn’t had such a loaded conversation right before you as you knew, even without the grim tone that had taken your brother’s voice, that you were going to be the one they take it out on.

And you were right.

Touya-Nii’s patience was up, and his warm calloused hands grabbed your jaw and shook to exercise that impatience, a couple of light slaps to your cheek following until you blubbered out your groggy little pleas.

“Mh- Touya-Nii…” You whined with your face scrunched up, a couple of tears already welling up in your eyes. “Tired…” You begged, trying to turn away from the stench of his smokey bitter breath.

“Aww~ Touya-Nii~ did you hear that?” Shigaraki mocked. His lips in a pout with a nasty whine lacing his words. “Baby-sis is tired.”

“Tch- shut up, brat- I barely touched you earlier.” He heartlessly spat, reaching for one of your nipples to give it a pinch and a pull, making you cry while pathetically pushing at him. “Now get up, you’re not done for the day.”

He pulled you to your knees, though thankfully allowed you to stay seated in the warm bed. Your groggy little sad face looking up at the two tall boys with your chest strutting forward and your knees apart to show your cunt. Stretching your hands above your head with a great yawn.

“Fuck me- you’re hot.” Shigaraki breathed while looking over your pretty body, taking his time tracking every curve of your smooth soft skin while thinking of ways he wanted to ruin it.

You tried not to look at the bulges getting larger and larger leveled right with your mouth, but if you looked anywhere else you feared you’d meet the red eyes of your brother’s friend. 

Said devil reached out a hand to cup your face and cracked a smile when you flinched with a hitched breath only to nuzzle into it instead when leveled by his heavy crimson stare. Those heated dominant eyes compelling you to wait on his every beck and call as your droopy eyes softly blinked up at him.

“Just perfect, aren’t ya?” He hummed, stroking his rusty thumb over your bottom lip.

“Th-thank you~” You meekly flirted back, opening your mouth to accept his salty thumb inside, beginning to suck and swirl your tongue around it while maintaining eye contact.

“Oh, you’re welcome.” He purred, an amused smirk widening on his face as his cock perked up even faster by watching you submit to him like such a timid little whore. He tore his eyes from the show to look over at Dabi with a sly smile. “She’s got manners, unlike you…” He commented, his mouth open as he licked his teeth. “I like that.”

Dabi rolled his eyes with another scoff, shaking his head as he crouched down to where he’d dropped the third six-back of the night, ripping the last one loose from the hoops, cracking it open before beginning to chug. Bored with waiting, though a type of friendly enough to allow Shigaraki’s game for a couple more minutes.

“You want me to fuck you?” Said-man asked, still with his thumb bathing in the wet of your mouth.

“Yeth, pweath~” You answered obediently around the digit, your eyes like a puppy’s as you tried your best at getting on the dangerous man’s good side, thinking it would spare you some cruelty when the real fun begins.

He gave a short giggle at your pathetic display before giving another glance over at Dabi, who’d finished with the last beer and begun melting the metal out of boredom. “I think your sister likes me~” He mocked.

“Tch- she’s just scared shitless of you, that’s all…” Touya mocked back, though didn’t seem half as excited by the play as his friend.

“That true?” Shigarakis's brow cocked down at you and your breathing picked up pace. Your eyes flashed with anxiety and a wishful plead that it hadn’t upset him too much. “Careful now, or yah might just hurt my feelings.”

His threat reached deep and seemed to wake you up even more than the salt on his thumb. 

And with fear as motivation, you timidly reached out with shaky hands and pulled his sweats down carefully. Pretty sparkling dopey eyes looking up at him, asking for permission all the while before you pressed your face into his dirty boxers and cuddled with the hard beast behind the thin fabric separating you.

He fucked a lot, though most back-alley-rats or druggy sluts in school. He realized he hadn’t ever even touched anything as pretty as you as your large innocent eyes looked up at him with a type of devotion that made his balls tingle.

“Fuh-ck-” His breath shuddered at your display, almost losing footing as you held his thighs and rubbed your lips against the cum stains on his briefs. 

“Tch- If I’d known you’d be a simp I’d’ve brought Kei instead-” Your brother interrupted with a groan and another exasperated roll of his head and eyes before pulling his phone from his pant pocket. “Fuck it. I’ll call him now, and we’ll plug all her holes.”

“Nah-” Shigaraki gave him a dangerous look. His hand on his arm, only one finger raised. “Prettyboy gets all the attention.” He sneered with eyes narrowed. “And I don’t like being ignored.”

Touya took a moment and looked over the threatening hand placed on his arm with tired eyes and a raised brow, unable to muster any feeling worth of fear that didn’t bore the shit out of him first. 

“Fine...” He drawled, grown sick of rolling his eyes at this point where he ended up shoving the other guy off with a slight nudge to his shoulder, nodding to the pink armchair that stood by the window. “Go sit.”

Shigaraki cracked his neck and walked to the armchair before plopping down with a scoffed-out huff, trying to relieve the annoying tension that spurred in his veins while fighting the urge to scratch at his skin.

“Come on, brat-” Touya-Nii said and grabbed your upper arm, pulling you to your feet. “Go be a gracious hostand entertain our guest.” He jeered as he slung you forward with a slap to your ass toward the man sitting just some meters before you.

You started timidly walking, refraining from looking over your shoulder to give your brother a pleading look as you already knew it wouldn’t make anything any better. Things only ever got worse with him.

“Nah-ah, pretty pet.” Shiggs interrupted your slow walk of dread, his finger pointed to the floor. “Crawl.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from pouting nor could you refrain from looking back at Touya this time, but as you’d expected, he showed no mercy either.

“You heard the man-” He drawled, his lanky fingers wrapped about the back of your neck before shoving you down. “On your knees.”

Your palms hit the floor along with your shins and you winced while tilting your chin up to look at the waiting man who had a cruelly amused smirk on his face. His red eyes on your cute tits and how they swung and squeezed together between your arms.

And Touya watched your ass sway from one side to the other as you stalked forward just like the sassy little back-alley-kittens he used to chase down and burn to crispy charcoaled mockeries back when he was young. His keen eyes catching the pulse of your pussy as it twitched in the cool midnight air of your bedroom and felt the slightest hint of regret for not having fucked you once alone before deciding to share.

But he opens the window nonetheless, swooshing out one last message on his phone while watching the show, lighting another cigarette with a blue flame at the tip of his finger while wondering whether he should make the trip to his room to fetch some more toys. Like a leash and collar, and maybe some handcuffs too, or even better yet, some rope to make shibari.

But then he thinks some other time and lets it go as you halt right at Shigaraki’s feet just like a little pet who’s already been housebroken.

“Closer, dumb slut. Can’t do much from there.” He sneered, getting annoyed with you. And the venom in his tone was threatening enough to have you scurry closer like a skittish scolded child. “There you go~” He praised and put his foot between your thighs.

And you felt his toes rub between your lips and over your clit and felt a burning sense of shame when the feeling had your own toes curling, shifting some on your knees in embarrassment. Unsure if it was uncomfortable or not. Though, quickly realizing that it wasn’t as you felt the sudden urge to rub against it with an almost instinctive buck of your hips. 

Shagaraki grinned down at you while pulling himself out, and you felt a wave of musk so hefty surround you it almost overwhelmed your senses as your eyes flickered along with a flare of your nostrils while your mouth watered as though you’d been trained to want it with your entire being.

“Now finish what you started earlier.”

Your mouth fell open into a wide gape to allow him entry, saliva snapping between your wet lips as your tongue lolled softly out. And you lifted your hands from the floor to better control the welcome. But, before you could have a taste was the cock pulled from you with a tut.

“Ah ah-” He scolded, rubbing his hood up and down his tip in slow restrained strokes. His beady eyes, so dominant and withholding, made your gut purr unlike with the others who’d thrown themselves over you like rabid dogs. “No hands, slut.”

You obediently listened and put them back flat on the cold floor, feeling at a disadvantage once he treaded his hand through the hair at the back of your skull. Your eyes widened with a hitch of your breath once he tugged your head closer to his scrotum.

“Let me see your tongue.” He added and you spotted the cracks in his control with how he leaned forward impatiently, licking his teeth with eager eyes zeroed in on your pretty face and lips.

You rolled your tongue out like a red carpet and your eyes crossed to look at the pale hefty thickness standing tall a mere inch from your face, so close you felt its warmth even though he wasn’t even touching you. Your thighs shifted with an inhale as he lowered the beast down, tapping it upon the wet bed of your tongue with a weight that made you moan.

And Tomura wished he had a camera as that look on your face made a picture-perfect addition to his spank bank favorites, begging for cock like that. You had him speechless with how you started licking his spine from the balls to the tip, finishing off with a kiss and a series of more cute chaste pecks up and down the length all with such loyal eye contact you nearly made him blush.

“No way you two’re related…” He finally said, still intently watching you work him. Biting his tongue with a groan once you sucked the new pill of precum that had pooled in his slit. “You’re way too sweet to be this punk's sister.”

Dabi scoffed from over by the window where he’d made himself busy now rolling something different than tobacco into a fine fat blunt with a certain type of neat expertise that only comes from practice. Another blue flame and he started to puff a second later, hoping it would soothe the boredom of the wait as he watched with even duller eyes than before at you and how vanilla you sucked cock. 

He wished Shiggs would get messy with you soon.

And then his prayers were met as Shigaraki’s hand tightened the grip he had on your hair. 

“Open wide now and take it deep.”

And then he pulled you closer and tread your pretty plump lips down around his girth. Smiling some when your eyes widened as he slid himself all the way back into your throat until his cock curved down your jugular. But to his surprise, you kissed his base without any protest. Not even so much as a whine leaving you as you hollowed your cheeks around him like a trained glory-hole-whore. 

“Fuck-” He groaned, holding your head steady, one hand placed on the back and the other placed on the top. “Some’ beat me to it and broke this throat in already?” He hissed while keeping you down, thrusting himself into only the deepest part of you. A large grin on his face as you swallowed him down. “Lucky me.”

Relaxing your throat had become easier from the first time, almost as though your gag reflex didn’t even exist anymore. You thought as the white tuft of Shigaraki’s pubes tickled your nose while you felt him twitch on your tongue. 

“Look at me.” He ordered and you raised your gaze to meet his. Giving a hum that drummed his cock in all pleasurable ways once he gave your boob a squeeze and your nipple a rub.

And with deepthroat tears pretty like glitter on your lashes, you swept your tongue across his cock before slipping the muscle out of your mouth to tease his balls. 

“Heh, now you’re just showing off.” He snickered before releasing you by removing his hands from your head, readjusting them so that one was jerking his cock and the other grabbing your throat, lifting you to your feet. “Up, slut.” 

Grabbing your waist, he tugged you towards him, pulling you onto his lap. 

“And here I was thinking you were innocent…” 

Shigaraki grinned, shoving his fingers into your mouth before you could say anything, his other hand rubbing over your cunt, making you squeal out an urgent whimper as he toyed with the wetness within your mouth.

“Aw~ Is someone sore?” He babied, pouting at you with a small tug of a smile at the corner of his dry lips by the sight of your thighs quivering. Your brows tangled together as you moaned on his digits. “This'll make you feel better.” He whispered, sliding his glossy cockhead up and down the slit of your slick cunt. “Promise~”

He sunk inside you and you sucked on his fingers with closed eyes, but they shot wide open again on the account of the surprise finger he pushed inside your ass.

“Fucking finally-”

Flicking another stump out your window into the pool outside, Dabi lighted another one he’d just finished rolling and threw his phone on your bed. Buckling up his belt with the joint between his lips, he pulled the leather through the loops of his black jeans and let the article clatter harshly on the floor. Pants and boxers were kicked off unceremoniously and left in a heap behind him, ribbed white T the only thing still left on.

“Let’s get this shit on the road already.”

He handed the spliff to Shiggs who received it between his lips like it was regular procedure, taking a drag before blowing the grey stank right into your face. Smiling once you coughed all cutely with a scrunch of your eyes and nose. He bet just a few drags and you’d be all soft limbs, even more than what you were already.

Dabi put his hand down flat between your shoulder blades and pushed you into the chest in front until you snuggled against the stranger like you couldn’t have been closer. And Shigaraki took the hint and aided the pursuit by lifting your hips, though with a slight comment of doubt.

“You won’t fit.”

But Touya just simpered on a grin. “I’ll fit.” And then his cockhead nudged into the space Shigaraki already occupied, trying to force room where there was none.

You protested, but couldn’t really make out any words other than small pathetic whines. “Ah- Nii-san- sto-” You reached behind you to try and push him away in the panic of desperation, but it only ended with your wrists getting caught in a secure lock in big brother's harsh hold.

And Shigaraki slid his hands from your hips and dug his fingers between the crack of your asscheeks instead, one fingertip rubbing your asshole while grabbing the plush domes of flesh, lifting you higher and spreading you for Touya-nii to better make his attack.

“I’ll fit,” Touya repeated and drove in alongside the other fat cock.

And you cried an adorable whimper into Shigaraki’s ear, but it only made him snicker while starting to rub his cock along the tight straining walls of your overstuffed cunt, pushing his finger inside your butt again. 

“See?” Your brother breathed out behind you. “Fits perfect.” He groaned out, before gathering your hair in a ponytail and pulling your head back to look at him and his eerie crazed ice-blue eyes. “Doesn’t it? Sis?”

You moaned as the new exaggerated arch of your back had them both hitting a place no one had yet reached, and Dabi spat right into your open mouth and made you swallow while Shiggs bit onto one of the nipples strutting like an offering right into his face.

And they fucked you like that. Back arched to the max with two thick cocks fighting for space in your stretched cunt. 

And Touya-nii hit just a bit deeper, fucking against your cervix, but Shigaraki made up for it by being fatter, spreading you wider, and you couldn’t stop your cunt from sucking on both of them. 

Your brother reached a hand around you to grab your tit, his other hand still pulling your head back by your hair so that he could watch your expression alter between pain and pleasure. And Tomura sucked your other tit, licking the sweet salt from your skin while still pumping your other hole, smiling as he felt your cunt drip slick down his ballsack. 

And as sweat began dripping from you and you thought you might just overheat there was a gust of wind from the window following a pair of massive red wings.

“Party started without me?” He spoke, his voice always so laidback it was gross rather than cool. But you felt your gut curl with a type of giddy schoolgirl want nonetheless and cursed yourself with confusion as you couldn’t quite fathom how you could possibly even think of more when you were already so stuffed.

“We’re just warming her up.” Shigaraki jeered while watching the belly bulge he and Dabi were making in your stomach.

“How sweet.” The newcomer jested, already tearing off his jacket with his belt buckle coming undone in his other hand. Shoes left with socks stuffing them, his shirt discarded on the floor a second later. No one could ever accuse him of being shy as he stood fully nude merely half a minute after arriving. Cock already high strung and ready for pussy.

“Now that we have enough dicks-” Touya-nii said and dropped your head which landed in a panting sweaty drooling mess against Tomura’s chest. 

“Dibs on ass.” He said, though remained situated deep in your cunt while your brother pulled out. His finger was now situated deep in your other hole, working it like he was making a promise.

“Fine by me,” Touya-nii spoke, taking steps towards the bed to fling all the pillows and plushies onto one side to make space. “She’s already been stretched today so she should take it with a smile.” He snickered, though it lacked amusement like always and came off as simply cruel instead.

But Hawks contrasted it by taking a leap onto the ready-made bed, bouncing and sprawling out flat on his back with a great big grin spread on his face. His hands folded behind his head and eyes wild with a nocturnal yellow as though he was about to feast. Cock standing proud without any support, visibly eager to pound pussy into a grateful mess.

“Already know what you want, preggo-freak.” Your brother mocked, perking up a bit by the contagious passion displayed by his chicken-brained friend.

“Give her.” Said blonde demanded like a child with hands clutching the air before receiving your exhausted frame as you were lifted off Tomura’s prick and seated down on the new one.

And he had more energy than the other two who’d fucked you with less beastly vigor. You see, Keigo was so pumped up with adrenaline from his flight and the promise of raw pussy ready to be bred, that he could fuck you with tempo for hours.

“Sheesh, she’ suckin’ me right in.” He nearly howled while pounding you like a hound in his rut, and with your head rocking upon the violent thrust you felt your foothold slipping until Tomura made his presence known behind you and slipped right into your ass in one swift movement that had you jolt into an arch, your head lifting with a loud whine. 

And right when you were about to drop back down to rest, a hand swooped beneath your chin and stopped your head from drooping and you were once again leveled with the familiar studded cock you’d had for lunch just half a day ago.

“Looks like it’s me and your throat again, sis.” Your big brother grinned with your cute face in his palm, and you thought it nearly beautifully poetic because it was the first cock you’d ever tasted. “Open up.” He said softly, a sadistic type of thrill tinting his features as you let your jaw drop.

And this time he didn’t waste any time, stuffing your mouth up quick before starting to rock into your face fast enough to have his balls swing and clap against your chin. One hand, keeping your chin steady, while the other held you over the temple, his fingers digging greedily into the fat of your cheek where he felt his cock thrust through.

“Look up at me.” He grunted darkly. “Let me watch those eyes roll.”

You peeked up at him through your lashes, being pounded in all three holes making you moan around his shaft. Your eyes, unable to focus, blinked and spaced all dopey and adorable with wet wells making them sparkle.

“Good slut.” He praised with a light slap to your cheek and a harsher deeper thrust.

And the others followed suit, slapping your ass and tits and thighs. Rough fingers digging nails skin-deep into your flesh, gripping you tight and holding you with greed as their cocks drove all the way inside you, stuffing you completely full. 

And where none of them were any bigger than the previous ones you’d taken already, their cocks slid easily near effortlessly inside and out again, hitting you as deep as you go. Sliding through sore sensitive walls, stuffing you full, and leaving you shellshocked on the account of wanting even more.

And tears flew from your eyes, but you weren’t sure why anymore because where you felt the slaps and heard the smack, the sting never came and instead left you feeling all tingly and unbelievably hot.

“Aww, you cryin’?” Touya whined in yet another effort of being cruel. “You don’t like that?” He continued his play, pinching your nose between his thumb and index, jerking it with another slap to your hollowed-out cheek, all while keeping his cock lodged deep down your pipe. “Too bad I like that.” He laughed. 

“You’re such a dick, Dabi.” Keigo snickered, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to help you ride him. His head nuzzling between your soft pillowy tits hanging above him, kissing your skin and sucking and licking your nipples, biting marks into you once he spotted Shoto’s ownersickness from earlier on your pretty neck.

“Sluts need to learn too, right?” Your brother answered, letting you breathe while he crouched down to level with you. “I’m tutoring.”

His breath, sour with smoke and beer, blew on your face with the rasp of his voice. A wide toothy smirk stretched across his face at the sight of your pretty teary eyes, glazed with something so lusty you might have just as well had hearts in them by now. 

He snickered at you and how pathetically dirty you’d become in just a day, before his eyes caught on the sight of your open mouth, panting out small precious moans every time his friends had you stuffed full.

He thought for a moment he should spit on your face and watch you grimace, but then Shigaraki’s comment from earlier suddenly came to mind instead. About how you were too sweet to be his sister, and he thought he might just be right. 

You really were too sweet, and too pretty to be related to him. 

Soft face with those biteable mochi cheeks, doe-eyes cuter than a puppy’s, not an ill thought in your mind, and not a single bad bone in your body.

Plump lips so kissable… 

So kissable he just had to, even though he never does and never wants to with anyone.

And you moaned into his mouth as though melting, not even flinching at the leather of his lower lip or the staples on his chin. 

“Touya-nii~” You whined out sweetly, drool on your lips connected to his in slim bridges. And he wished for a moment he knew what you were thinking as he couldn’t quite remember a time he’d ever felt remotely close to the look of pure and utter bliss you had painted on your face.

And then he felt it himself as he urgently shot to his feet and exploded all over your expression.

And as you came for the umpteenth time and tightened around the two others until they as well pumped you full of seed, and with big brother’s cum dribbling down your cheeks and lips, you gave him a big blissfully dumb smile.

And then you started riding the cock beneath again with an impatient whine while pushing back into the one behind you, wanting to feel their greedy hands get even greedier with you. And your own hand reached for Nii-sans cock quickly in a newfound fear he would go limp, motioning it back to your mouth to help keep him warm and stiff and ready to fuck you silly even more.

And Dabi went silent as you sucked him, taken by your eyes, whose earlier look of mercy had completely vanished. Now looking up at him with striking spirit, something swirling about inside them, something dark and syrupy, something utterly and daringly insatiable. 

Bakubarbie UWU based on a poll I did on my instagram hehe