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pinkishpearls · 2 months

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cocky

sub!chris x dom!fem!reader

tw: smut | teeniest bit of fluff | overstimulation | masturbation (male!recieving) | riding

me, chris, nick and matt were right now filming a new video for their youtube channel and they kindly asked if i wanted to join. as i was chris’s girlfriend, people loved me, so i wasn’t hesitant to say yes.

we went totally off topic throughout half of it, talking about random shit like cookies or our favourite drinks to debating and arguing. arguing.

me and chris were currently in a funny heated argument. me and him throwing insults at each other. but the thing that was ticking me off most was chris being cocky which rather annoyed me. i don’t like it when chris gets over cocky, the attitude really annoys me and it’s as if his ego gets bigger and bigger. of course this was a big joke and i shouldn’t be taking it serious, but maybe i should tell him off. at home.

at home

matt drops me and chris at my place. waving bye to both brothers, us both walk into my house. it’s like chris could read my mind, because as i was thinking about the cockiness chris was throwing at me during our jokingly heated argument we were having in the car, he brings it up.

“our argument was so funny, hm?” he says as we walk into my room, he plops his stuff from the car on my table before he takes of his shorts and his shirt, leaving him in his boxers as that’s how he likes to chill.

the way his hair falls perfectly back as he plops himself onto my bed. the way his boxers hug his dick and his ass perfectly… i felt a wet spot between my thighs, the same wet spot i felt when i was horny. i knew what i was doing to punish him for his cockiness.

“you were rather cocky in that argument.” i state before i take all the fabric off of me, except for my panties, which hug my hips and ass tightly, and before i knew it, a tent had appeared in chris’s boxers.

“y-yeah” he breathes out. “sorry about that. did you mind?” he asks.

“no…but i feel like you should know your place”

i noticed his face flush bright red as i walk over to the bed and crawl over him. i straddle his waist in a position id do if i was riding him, and lean down. i place harsh but pleasurable kisses on his neck, occasionally hitting his sweet spot, behind his ear lobe. he moaned out as he gripped my hips, he was a sucker for oral pleasure.

“i think you should get taught a lesson..hm?” i whisper seductively as he whimpers and nods his head in response. with his consent, i pull his boxers off along with my panties as i sit back on his dick, he moaned out again in response.

“n-need it so bad. please” he breathes out again, the plead in his eyes did it for me, and before he knew it, i has switched my position to sit on his legs as i pumped his cock harshly.

the most pornographic moans had escaped his plump-from-kissing lips. i was eager to cum, but my end goal was for him to be overstimulated, for him to “learn his lesson”

“o-oh fuuck!” he cursed out, unintentionally bucking his hips up which i slam back down. he moans loudly in response.

“stay still or i swear chris, i’ll edge you for hours.” i threaten as i giggle slightly and he smiles into his moans. we could never keep up the seriousness during sex, it was either one of us cracking up joke.

chris started to get more jittery, him constantly warning me he was about to cum.

“m-mph im abo-out to c-cum!” he stutters out, overtaken by pleasure as white liquid shoots out of him and onto my hands.

i don’t stop pumping his cock even if my hand was cramping up, all i want for him to do is to shake underneath me.

“sh-shit so sensitive…FUUCK!” he whines out as he orgasms again onto my hands. he eyes widen as he watches me lean over and sit on his dick.

“w-what are you doing ma? i’m soo sensitive!”

“the lesson isn’t over yet”

“w-what?”

“the lesson isn’t over yet.”

“o-oh right.” i sink down more on his dick, he’s not in me yet, but it’s enough to get him going. he moans out again, lewd sounds escaping his mouth as his grip tightens on my hips. his hips buck up as i moan from the pressure, this isn’t enough to make me cum but from the sensitivity he developed, it was. it certainly was as my thighs and my pussy were covered in fresh cum which was produced from a overstimulated chris beneath me.

“ooooh sh-shit! shit im at your mercy” he exclaims as his back arches up from the pleasure.

“chris i still need to cu-“

“please! pleasee do whatever you want to me! i’ll be y-your good boy. h-holy fuck p-uh-uh-please use me” he whines out through his orgasm.

i sink down onto his dick as he cries out in pleasure, it was too much for him but he was still taking it.

“my f-fucking good boy” i moan out as i ride, chasing my orgasm. my eyes were screwed shut as i row back and fourth, begging for release.

“OH-oh shiiit!” another orgasm hit chris like a bus.

“so-so much!” he cries out, tears invading his waterline from the overstimulation.

“you can take it chris, c-c’mon. just let me come im almost. a-almost gonna-“ i was cut off by my own orgasm. as i ride my high, i pull of chris and plop myself beside him.

his breathing was heavy, very heavy, but the sight i was seeing was very hot. his hair was slightly stuck to his forehead and his face was flushed red. his chest rose up and down and his lower abodemen was covered in a mix of both of our juices. i was in awe.

“you ok, chris?” i giggle out.

“fuck you mean ok? i just orgasmed like…5 times!” he bring his sweating hand to my face and pops up 5 fingers. i laugh as i roll over and bury my head into the crook of his neck, which was marked up by my hickeys.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut

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everything-i-have-ever-read · 1 year

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BakuSquad

Scream (not olny bakusquad)

warnings/tw: all characters are 18+, no quirks, college AU, alcohol, drugs, getting drugged(?), teasing, gang bang(?), recording, noncon(?), hair pulling, choking, degrading, praising, sub!reader, corruption, dry humping, nipple play, begging, oral (m! f!), fingering, spanking, cheating(Midoriya?), facials, manipulating (Midoriya?), piv, creampie, unprotected sex, grinding, clit grinding(?), and roleplay

summary: your drunk friend Mina calls for you to come get her at a frat party, but instead you run into the star football players and they have other plans in mind for you. Part 2

pairing: fem!reader x Kirishima x Bakugo x Kaminari (all aged up 21+ in a college frat party setting) Part 2 + sero

cw: praise, use of good girl, use of slut and whore, squirting, blowjob, spitting, getting filmed, mouth fucking, fingers in mouth, vaginal and anal sex, mentions of using quirk, edging, doubles penetration, Bakugo is referred to daddy just once, overstimulation.

Soggy Tart

BakuSquadxReader

*Warnings: Cum eating, masturbate, College fraternity culture, alcohol, non-con mention, misogyny, objectification, Humiliation, degradation.

Summary: You are liquored up and forced to be a cumjar.

F is for Friends (and Fucking)

Warnings: porn without plot, orgy, unprotected sex, quirk play, rough sex, slight masochism, slight degradation

Characters: fem reader x Bakusquad (mostly Katsuki, but featuring Mina, Denki, Kirishima and Sero

“feeding on humans gone wrong 18+”

pairing: neutral!kirishima x dom!bakugo x succubus!reader, all of them are aged up 21+

summary: succubus!reader is used to stealing mens sexual energy by visiting them at night and dominating them..this time she visits a new world where the humans have quirks which she didn’t seem to notice until it’s too late…

cw: succubus reader has afab like body, non-con, squirting, oral (m receiving), anal, use of the words slut, whore, demon-slut, humiliation, reader has sensitive reader has horns, wings and a tail, spanking, penetrative sex (vaginal and anal), using quirks during sex, a little blood (reader and Bakugo get mild scratches), mentions of handjob, cussing, reader gets stuck at some point.

No thoughts. Only Bakugou letting Kiri fuck his girlfriend.Warnings: 18+, cucking, ass play.

Till we all break

warnings: 18+, gangbang,use of the word 'cunt',no verbal consent was given but reader willingly partakes in sexual activity, degredation( 'slut' 'whore' ), talk of dumbification

your acting up at a bakusquad get-together so bakugou fucks you infront of the bakusquad as punishment

Warning: 18+ Content. BDSM, daddy kink, spanking, vouyerism, group orgy, heavy degrading, public humiliation, friend swapping, orgasm denial, oral, spitting kink, consensual non-con etc.

The New Employee

Warnings: A lot of men fucking on one woman, starts out with backstory. Anal, masturbation, oral, fucking, use of slut/toy, after care.

Best Friends

Pairing: Sero x fem!reader x Denki

Content + Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, guided masturbation, fingering, threesome w/o penetration, cum swallowing/cum play, brief oral (m receiving), slight overstimulation, cum shots

Needy fuckin’ sluts

Bakugo x denki x y/n

#bnha smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakusqaud #bnha imagines #kirishima eijirou #denki smut #kirishima smut #mina ashido #sero smut #dark smut #tw: dubcon

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ac3id · 3 years

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Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too?

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking......

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

taglist: @mocha-focha, @erenyeagersbasement , @haribo-pop, @sunshine-fangs, @kuremis, @amazing-fandoms,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy.

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in.

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night.

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe.

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A.

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya.

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved.

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you.

And that brought you to the first day of school.

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone.

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her.

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day.

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious.

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came.

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell.

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe.

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever.

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks.

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks.

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya.

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped.

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down.

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him.

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay.

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but.

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself.

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin.

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship.

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with.

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone.

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off.

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you.

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad.

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse.

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him.

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself.

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his.

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it.

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was.

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps.

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most.

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders.

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.”

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign.

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare.

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder.

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding.

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.”

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away.

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you.

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk.

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious.

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul.

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands.

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word.

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.”

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise.

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks.

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys.

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging.

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t.

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid.

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.”

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head.

“The choice is yours.”

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it?

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit.

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer.

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground.

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo.

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.”

“Don’t be a little brat.”

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you - calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.”

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?”

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play.

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.”

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?”

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds.

Your eyes widen in fear.

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear.

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them.

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls.

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient.

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest.

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school.

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else, with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind.

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak.

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost.

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs.

“Cute panties,” he remarks.

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou.

“Lick it off,” he commands.

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed.

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him.

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.”

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible.

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass.

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That��s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend.

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy.

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says.

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?”

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you.

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry.

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently.

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence.

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs.

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room.

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry.

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.”

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you.

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it.

The power trip drives him crazy.

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit.

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl.

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare.

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally.

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers.

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle.

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry. A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up.

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions.

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens.

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can.

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most.

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done...

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says.

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut.

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it.

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments.

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile.

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks.

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see.

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt.

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse.

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed.

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks.

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie.

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run.

This was totally not awesome.

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In The Movies (Evan Hansen x Reader)

TW: smut, swearing, REALLY BADLY WRITTEN LOL RIP

WORDS: 1,397

Requested: yes!

Friday nights in the Hansen house were dedicated to movies and cuddling. Heidi always had evening shifts at the hospital. Both you and Evan hated the thought of him being alone, so you started a tradition. The weekly ritual began with dinner (courtesy of the leftovers in Evan’s fridge), and continued into watching whatever movie ABC was broadcasting. Usually, movies like Frozen, Hoodwinked, or How To Train Your Dragon were what was played. But this faithful Friday evening, the broadcasters of ABC decided to play a movie that was rated R.

The movie started out fine. It was about two undercover cops. One was nerdy and played by the rules, and the other was ‘a wild card’. It was a standard action-comedy film. There were a few odd sex jokes here and there, but for the most part it was just explosives and a lot of boobs. As youou finally started to understand the plotline, the movie began to get a little... risky. Risky turned into PG-13, then PG-13 turned into a full-blown sex scene. The man in the movie was making out with his damsel in distress. His hands flown up to her top, flashing her boob-job bosoms.

You cringed at the slightest, not knowing what could happen next in the Hollywood blockbuster. The man in the movie grabbed his girlfriend by the hips, threw her onto the bed, and kissed up and down her neck. The girlfriend’s eyes practically rolled back into her skull. She was yelling profanities and moaning like a mad-woman.

As you were spooning with Evan on the couch, you felt him become stiff. And your body language grew to mimic. The silence in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Yes, you and Evan had had sex before. But it was very basic. Missionary, and then a cuddle afterwards. Both of you were still relatively awkward when it came to the down-and-dirty. You ground your teeth together, in hopes that the scene would be over with. As you trained your eyes on the DVD player below the television, you heard Evan pip up.

“D-Does it actually feel that good?” he mumbled.

Slowly turning to face him, your face was smacked with confusion. “Does what feel that good?”

Even in the dark room, you could see Evan’s ears turn pink. “You know… the neck kisses. Does it actually feel as good as it looks like in the movie?”

“Ev, haven’t I kissed your neck before?” you asked genuinely, putting a finger up to your chin. You tried to recall any intimate moment between the two of you.

“W-Well, yeah, obviously. But not like that,” he murmured. “The man in the movie is like… being really rough? And leaving marks?”

You felt your cheeks grow warm. Looking up at your sweet boyfriend, you could not help but smile at his innocence. He was always asking questions, ready to learn about anything that had to do with your body. “Well, Ev, he’s leaving hickeys,” you mumbled back, looking into his eyes.

Evan raised his eyebrows, his grip on you tightening, “Oh, I, uh-“

“Have you ever gotten one?” you asked, then mentally face-palmed.

Of course Evan hasn’t! You were his first kiss, ten months ago. You were the one that introduced him to the world of non-platonic relationships.

“I-I was thinking,” he began to fumble with the hem of your shirt, “that m-maybe you could give me my first one?”

Looking up at your boyfriend, you bit onto your bottom lip. You tried to hold back the smallest fit of giggles that had wanted to escape. Evan was the first boyfriend of yours to formally invite you to go to first or second base. He was always a gentleman; wanting your approval or consent over anything else.

You nodded quickly to his request, slowly sitting him up. You straddled his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“It’s going to be just like when we kiss, okay? Then I’m going to move down,” you spoke softly, hoping to the Gods above that Heidi would be held up at work.

Evan nodded quickly, sucking in his breath. You began to press little kisses to his cheeks and nose. He always loved it when you did that. Whenever Evan would have a panic attack, little kisses always calmed him down. Evan giggled at your kisses, scrunching up his nose cutely. You couldn’t help but giggle back. Smiling, you moved the kisses down to his lips. The kiss was deep. You could get lost for hours.

The kiss was warm. Evan’s bottom lip stuck out further than his top lip, which gave you the perfect opportunity to bite down on it softly. Your tongues battled against each other’s.

Slowly, you moved the kisses further along, down to his neck. You began behind his ear. You felt him shiver. Continuing down his neck, you placed simple smooches in an attempt to find his weakest spot. Reaching the center of his neck, Evan let out a large moan. You smiled wickedly at this, applying more pressure to the flesh that lied below your lips.

Evan squirmed beneath you. His lips were swollen and suddenly his eyes flew shut. His fists grabbed onto the material of your sweater, holding them tight in his fists. As you continued to suck, he bucked his hips slightly. He was a whimpering mess beneath you. As much as he would hate to admit it, Evan was the definition of submissive. He thought that anything you did was the sexiest thing in the world.

You moved your hands from his hair and onto his stomach. Lifting up his blue polo, you smiled at the anatomy that you knew so well. His small tummy was flexing in and out as you gave him his neck work. After rolling the skin between your teeth, you let go of it – making a soft “pop” noise. The flesh was raw and getting ready to bruise. You ran your tongue over to wounded area, soothing the sting.

Evan opened his eyes, his hips giving a wild buck. “I need more,” he panted out softly.

“We are going to try something a little bit different,” you whispered back.

Smiling to yourself, you decided to dive into unknown waters. Spreading his legs apart, you straddled his right thigh. It was clothed in a khaki pant, shaking slightly due to the adrenaline in your boyfriend’s veins. Sinking down on it, you rested your hands on Evan’s chest.

He watched you with wide eyes. He breathed in sharply, taking in your every move. Setting your pelvis on his thigh, you began to move your hips in a rhythmic motion.

Evan’s eyes grew even wider, his fingertips dug into your skin. He could feel his pants getting tighter as you continued to dance across his clothed leg. His mouth opened agape. He watched you with pure bliss.

You rolled your head back at the sensation, looking into his blue orbs through hooded eyelids. The only string of words that left your mouth was Evan’s name. Your breathing grew heavy and little moans escaped here and again.

Looking up at Evan, his eyes were dark. He looked different than any other time you two had sex. The gleam of new wonders was gone, and his pupils were luminous.

“Do you like that?” he whispered softly, his hands running up and down your torso.

Your jaw dropped at his sudden change of personality. You were so used to Little Evan, Quiet Evan, Submissive Evan, Whimpering Evan. But this new Confident Evan threw you in for a loop.

You whimpered in response, nodding quickly.

You continued to ride him, keeping your hands trained on his chest. Your lips flew back to his neck, finishing the purple masterpiece that you had started moments ago. As time wore on, you both grew thin. Both of your breaths grew heavier. Your hand found its way to Evan’s crotch, palming it softly with every other movement of your hip.

“O-Oh my God,” Evan cried out.

You both were whimpering messes. You began to feel your high coming on. The familar knot formed in your lower abdomen. Suddenly, you were both hollering each other’s names. Looking for any release. And just as fast as it came, it ended.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, Evan?”

“I just came in my pants.”

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