I’m Sorry I Just Woke Up, Uh Wtf Did I Just See In That Leak Because It Better Be Fake 😀

This seems a bit….derogatory.

I don’t think we watched/read the same thing…..

Maybe read my rules again bb <3

I’m loving all the boops omg 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

This is such a niche thought I got while watching a tiktok

Imagine you’re like a runner or someone you is really active and you are running a marathon of some sorts. It’s such a big milestone for you to complete and the 141 is there along the supporting you. You’ll run pass them with huge signs, screaming good job at you and all that lovely stuff. Maybe even a few of them jogging along side you for a minute cheering you on.

That’s it 🫠

As a girly who struggles with insomnia, I can imagine Kento being an absolutely saint on nights you can’t sleep. He doesn’t think for one second about his own sleep, just worried about helping you and taking care of you. Kento will sit up in bed and read stories to you so that you aren’t just sitting in silence waiting for the sleep to come, or in this case not. He’ll tell you about his day at work or ask you about your day so you guys can have a nice calm conversation while laying in bed. Kento is present for you, and will always be there for you.

It’s 1 am… I should be sleeping…not reading smut about lovely anime men… oh well… such a tragedy

on a small vacation rn, might cook something up for yall (gimme stuff to write <3)

im thinkin either something with nanami orrrr toji hehe

Mouthwatering

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Pairing: Bakugou x chubby!Reader x Kirishima | MHA Contains: Pro Hero AU, Zombie AU, NSFW Smut with Heavy Plot, Polyship, Dual Timeline, Reader has Quirk, Additional Warnings in Author’s Note(s) Word Count: 8-10K per chapter Status: Ongoing Summary: Zombie Apocalypse and romance? Say no more. You, Kirishima, and Bakugou find yourselves amid a zombie outbreak thanks to a very powerful quirk. With the world gone to hell and society crumbling around you, will all three of you finally let your true feelings show? And what the hell does love and romance look like in the middle of the world ending anyway?

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► BEFORE YOU READ

► Your Quirk: Your Hero name is Seeker. Essentially, you are a mind reader. You can read thoughts, but what you is able to get from a person is heavily dependent on how "strong" their mind is. Some people have to be physically touched for you to be able to read their minds. Others' thoughts can be heard by from several feet away. Sometimes there are no words from people's thoughts, but you can get feelings, emotions, and, on rare occasions, pain. You can become overwhelmed if you aren't careful. Intruding thoughts are something that you have to deal with as well, but usually you get a warning via a body sensation that I describe in the story as "marching ants" or the feeling of a limb falling asleep. Music helps you with keeping control of your quirk. I go into more detail in Chapter 1 if you would like to learn more about your quirk and how it works.

► Notes: All characters are aged up 25+ and loosely based on their respective characters. Bakugou is pretty soft in this (sorry!), but it's mostly for Reader and Kirishima. Don't worry; he's still loud as hell and an asshole to everyone else. I subscribe to the fact that Kirishima is a 7 foot tall, huge man. Bakugou is definitely a large man as well. Don't worry about them being able to lift you and throw you around like a ragdoll. They can handle it. I will also try to put warnings before each chapter, but I may miss things so please see the list below as some general things to be aware of.

► WARNINGS:

Reader is described as short(er) than the boys which isn't hard considering how huge these men are as well as chubby with female anatomy. She/Her pronouns are used as well as fem nicknames like babygirl, etc. I do try to be inclusive other than these traits but this fic is so thinly self-ship veiled that it's not even funny. Let me know if you come across anything not inclusive! Be nice though or I'll cry.

Minor Character Death(s)

Violence

Gore

Praise Kink

Rough Sex/Oral Sex/Anal Sex/Unprotected Sex

Please take care of yourself! While this is basically smut with a plot, there will be some heavy topics discussed like death, suicide, etc.

► CHAPTER LIST

Ch. 1 ON MY WAY Ch. 2 MAKING MEMORIES IN AN APOCALYPSE Ch. 3 I PROMISE Ch. 4 IT’S YOU Ch. 5 NO MORE SECRETS Ch. 6 THEN THERE WERE THREE

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Oh what id do for dbf Joel

I Baby, I'm Your National Anthem I 2003!DBF!Joel Miller I

Summary: You are back from college for the summer and your family happens to throw the annual Fourth of July Barbecue for your street. Your next-door neighbor and dad's best friend Joel Miller is invited—and you decide to wear a bold outfit. It definitely catches his attention.

Pairing: 2003!DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 3.3k Tags: Explicit, Smut, Age Difference, Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak, Fourth of July, DBF!Joel, Fingering, P in V Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Pool Sex, Unsafe Sex, Dirty Talk, Biting, Teasing, Making Out, Outdoor Sex, Alcohol (like two beers)

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notes: i saw one (1) tiktok with this fucking glorious fourth of july outfit and somehow this happened. consider this fanfic to be my application to be invited to your 4th of july party next year (yes, you specifically). enjoy the filth <3 (also highly recommend listening to national anthem by lana while reading!)

The sound of the sprinklers rotating on the lawn in front of your window and the slamming of a truck door alerted you that your father was back with the last minute groceries. You quickly got up, heading out to the driveway to help carry the brown bags.

“Take those first, it’s ice cream for the kids. Don’t want it melting,” he advised as he busied himself with grabbing the cooler off the truck bed, disappearing towards the garden, the fence running along it already decorated with red, white and blue, matching the tablecloths and flags hung from the large tree in your backyard to the porch.

You had just got back from college for the summer and had been more than ready to enjoy your time off as you usually did, by lounging in the sun behind your house or going for a swim in the neighbor’s pool. The honeymoon phase of holidays, before they turned into the unavoidable boredom that followed once all reunions had been completed and, at the same time, reminded you precisely why you’d gotten out of the small neighborhood in Austin at your first chance.

The bag you’d brought home was still on the floor in your room, barely half unpacked. Sitting on top of it was the outfit you had picked out weeks ago—at the precise moment your father had called to let you know it was your family's turn to host your street's traditional barbecue on the Fourth of July.

A blue and white checkered bikini, the bottoms made of much less fabric than you’d ever seen sold in Austin. A pair of shorts that seemed barely bigger, cut low enough to give a peak of the set below—and a crop top, the words ‘Miss America’ splayed across your chest in curved, red letters, complete with two red bows attached to the straps. You were certain that, if your father still had a say in your clothing choices, this would not go—and that was precisely why it was perfect. If your father hated it, so would his best friend.

Joel Miller had been little more than your kind next-door neighbor for years—until you’d come back from college for your first break. Suddenly, you questioned how for years you’d been able to miss the way his shirt strained over his broad shoulders or the small grunts that left him when he was tinkering with his truck in the driveway.

You ignored your father’s muttered comments about your outfit as you returned to the kitchen a few minutes later and busied yourself with the last few preparations.

“It’s what all the girls at college wear.” He shook his head but stayed quiet.

Joel and Sarah arrived a little later than the other guests, greeting your father as they stepped into the backyard and you caught something about a mess-up at the construction site as the two men embraced. You turned your attention towards Sarah, who excitedly asked your opinion about her new sneakers and didn’t run off to join the other kids playing football at the far end of the backyard until you reassured her that they were indeed very cool, throwing in a comment about how you’d seen someone at University wear them—making her positively beam.

You turned towards the house just in time to see Joel’s eyes land on you. Oh boy.

His gaze trailed down your body, tracing your curves, no doubt taking in the shape of your body. It took him a few moments to snap out of it, shifting as his gaze returned to your face before he hesitantly crossed the space between you. The polite, strained expression on his face told you exactly how hard he was trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

“Back from college then?” he asked, clearly keeping the conversation light. Though you did like to think, unlike many others, that he actually wanted to know. That he cared.

“For the summer,” you responded, smiling up at him innocently, still aware of his eyes on you.

“How d’you like it?” Joel placed a hand on his hip, looking at you expectantly.

“It's good. A little exhausting sometimes. Lots of studying.” You grinned as you saw him raise a brow.

“Studying, eh?” There was something twinkling in his eyes, a certain sense of mischief you hadn't seen in him before. “That what all the kids do up there these days?”

“That and a few parties,” you admitted with a small smirk. “You know, finding the balance of life. But college boys are—”

Both your heads flew around as you heard your dad call your name and for a second, your heart felt like it stopped. You'd wanted to tease Joel by talking about college boys, not reveal your love life to your father. But clearly, he hadn't heard. “Get Joel a beer, will you?”

Joel opened his mouth—but then he shook his head. His voice sounded strained as he spoke. “Beer sounds good.”

You led him towards the cooler, reaching down to grab two bottles, handing one to him. A bemused smile played around his lips as he nodded towards the bottle still clutched in your hand. “Your old man letting you sneak beers?”

“He doesn't have to,” you said with a satisfied smirk, grabbing the bottle opener and handing it to him. “Turned twenty-one this spring.”

You could see Joel's hand shaking slightly as he opened his beer before motioning for you to give him yours and doing the same for you. “Quite the gentleman,” you mumbled, taking in the way his green flannel sat a bit too tight around his broad chest.

“You don't know half of it.”

During the afternoon, the light blue sky seemed to be celebrating the holiday as much as the people below it. The barbecue was fired up by your father, the other fathers gathering around as he explained the new, improved features, making you roll your eyes. You drifted back and forth between the adults and the children, joining the latter for a few rounds of football until the sun began to set.

Joel kept his distance and, with a slightly heavy heart, you followed his lead. He was rather quiet but still, you could see his eyes flying towards you occasionally. You began to wonder if you had miscalculated.

When the salad bowl ran low for the second time, you volunteered yourself to head inside to refill it. You had barely placed it on the kitchen counter when you felt him standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the dark wood. His eyes trailed down your form more slowly than before, leaving no doubt in your mind that the outfit had fulfilled its purpose of getting his attention.

“Quite a party.” His gaze was still not meeting yours, lingering on your chest.

“Wait until they bring out the fireworks. My dad bought enough to light up the whole street.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

Joel shook his head, a tiny smile forming on his face as he stepped forward. “Ain’t what I meant.” His hand brushed over your thigh and you sent an anxious glimpse out the window, making sure that you weren't in anyone's line of sight.

“It's a pretty bikini,” Joel mumbled, lowering his voice. His thumb was brushing over the checkered fabric where it peeked out from under your shorts. “Shame you aren't taking a swim in it.”

An involuntary breath left your throat as you felt his free hand coming up to your face, nudging your chin up slightly. You couldn't remember ever being so close to him, your brain going into overdrive as it tried to figure out which part of his face to commit to memory first. Desire burned in your core brighter than ever and between that and the beer possibly clouding your judgment, you bit your lip, sending the man in front of you a shy smile and yet abandoning all care. You'd be back to college in a few weeks. If this went wrong, you'd never have to speak to him again.

“Is that an offer?”

“Damn sure is, darling,” Joel mused, his hand squeezing your hip and you let out a small breath of relief.

You thanked all your lucky stars for the architect who had built your house some 50 years ago—and had clearly taken into account that you would one day need to sneak out the back door with your dads best friend—preferably without being seen. It faced towards the high fence that separated your yard from the Miller’s, making it feel almost too easy for the two of you to sneak off.

You hadn’t even reached the pool when you dropped your shirt and pants to the floor, making Joel whistle lowly behind you. “I was right. It is a fucking pretty bikini.” You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, his eyes still raking over your body as his clothes joined yours on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.

You’d seen him shirtless a few times. When you'd brought over something you had borrowed and he was in the pool or the one time you'd been over to help Sarah with some homework and he'd just gotten out of the shower, a beige towel wrapped around his waist. You’d felt like some fucking creep when you had recalled the sight of his naked chest, and the trail of hair leading further down, at night and slipped a hand between your own thighs, thinking that you stood no chance with the man who was frequently whispered about by the single ladies of the neighbourhood, despite rarely showing interest in them.

You lowered yourself into the water and felt it ripple around you as Joel followed. The next moment, he was beside you, pushing you towards the other edge of the pool, strong arms caging you in on either side. You could still hear the party going on behind the fence, voices and music, the smell of barbecue drifting through the air. And a few lights—tiny holes in the fence allowing them to travel through, the warm glow reflecting on the surface of the pool.

Joel growled as he nipped at your skin, hard enough that you already knew it'd leave marks. Good.

“Can't let you go back to college without something to remind you of me,” he muttered and you sucked in a breath in response, the words going straight to your core. His teeth scraped over the notch between your collarbones and you felt a moan begin to travel up your throat. Before it could escape however, Joel's hand clasped firmly over your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose as your eyes widened slightly.

“Don't want your dad hearing us, do you?” Joel muttered and indeed you could hear the voice of your father booming through the night air as he delivered some punchline to a no doubt stupid joke. You shook your head softly and that seemed to satisfy Joel because the next moment, his hand left your mouth and began to slide down your body, trailing over it the same way his eyes had earlier tonight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his index finger circle drawing shapes on your hip before slipping under your bikini, brushing past your clit and settling between your folds.

“Hard to tell in here but feels like you’re wet for me,” Joel muttered with a grin and you bit your lip, voice hoarse as you tried to keep quiet.

“Took you long enough to notice,” you teased—and the reaction was immediate. He pushed you further against the side of the pool, trapping you with his broad body.

“Watch it.” His index finger moved upwards—and the next moment, your walls were clenching around it, already begging for more. You felt a second finger drawing large circles around your clit again—when a noise on the other side of the fence made both of you pause, heads swiveling around just in time to see a football land on the lawn.

He cursed under his breath, pushing himself off you and dragging you to the end of the pool least visibly from the house. The deck was raised high enough above the water that if you squeezed yourself against the wall, you just may not be seen—especially in the dark. Once he had pushed you into the corner, he was about to follow when your eyes widened. “Joel, the clothes,” you whispered in a panicked voice.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and crossed the pool in a few strokes, climbing back onto the porch. You watched, holding your breath, as he looked around, finally locating two towels and throwing one over the mixed pile of clothes and wrapping the other around his waist. No second too late, because the next moment one of the men who had marveled at your dads new barbecue earlier strode over the lawn. “Miller, hey! What’re you doing out here?”

Even in the water, you felt your knees go weak. Joel was dripping wet, his cheeks flushed—your only hope was that the other man was either too drunk or too stupid to realize what was happening.

“Heard something thud against the wall.” You heard Joel respond. “Was just taking a shower, Tony spilled his beer all over my shirt earlier.”

The other man let out a small laugh. “Yeah, he’s wasted.” You couldn't see him from where you were standing but you heard him pick up the ball as an idea popped into your head. You shifted slightly, knowing your movement would be visible to Joel, who was still in your sight—and after a moment, you held up your bikini bottoms, smiling innocently. Joel's eyes flickered towards you for a split second—and even in the dark you could see his body tense, adjusting the towel around his waist as the veins on his neck bulged with restraint.

Footsteps told you the other man was leaving, until they paused again. His voice rang through the yard once more. To your horror, it was your name that filled the air. “Do you know where she went? Her father was looking for her I think.”

Joel's face twitched before he forced himself to smile. “No clue. Maybe calling a secret college boyfriend.”

He waited until the man's laughter had drifted away and joined with the noises of the party again before he dropped the towel, his cock straining at the fabric of his boxers.

As soon as he was back in the pool, he was upon you, cowering over you with a hard expression on his face, snatching the small piece of fabric from your hand. “Think it’s fucking funny?” He muttered, his eyes flying over your face. 

The alcohol was definitely having an effect on you because you grinned, nodding weakly. “A little bit.”

Joel actually fucking growled at that.

He made short work of your bikini top, yanking it off to gather your breasts in his large hands, squeezing slightly. “That fucking mouth of yours, darling.”

“Should shut me up,” you muttered back and his eyes briefly searched yours before his mouth was on yours. Neither of you were gentle, much too impatient for soft kisses. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his teeth grazed over your lip and you could feel the vibrations of his groans traveling right from his throat into yours.

When he broke the kiss, you whined in protest, wrapping your own arms around him to pull him closer, making him groan as his still covered cock brushed against your stomach. “Goddamn, baby, you gonna let me fuck you?”

Joel didn't even flinch when you softly bit down on his earlobe. “Like you have to ask, Miller.”

His last name seemed to do as much to him as it did to you because his hands briefly left your sides to yank his boxers down, throwing them carelessly onto the lawn behind you. “Get your ass up here,” he commanded as he hoisted you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his cock nudge at your entrance.

Joel swallowed and you could see him struggling to restrain himself. “Do you want me to go and get-”

“Got it covered,” you said impatiently before he could even finish the sentence.

“You sure?” He asked again and you nodded impatiently. And then he was finally pushing his hips upwards, his cockhead parting your lips, requesting entrance. You let your body fall into his rhythm, sinking down on him, forcing a whimper from your throat.

You barely heard the shuffling behind the fence and the voices getting more muted as the party seemed to be moved towards the street, further away from you.

“It ain’t your first time, is it, sweetheart?” Joel suddenly piped up, watching your expression carefully and you could distinctly hear the note of concern in his voice. But you shook your head.

“Told you,” you breathed out. “College boys.”

“This gonna be better than any damn college boy,” Joel mumbled, a grunt leaving his throat as he began to thrust up into you properly, driving any worry out of your mind.

“You knew what you were doing to me tonight?” He muttered, causing you to shake your head despite the fact that you knew exactly, even planned, to do it to him. You wanted to give a snarky response, something smart, but you could barely think straight with his cock nestled so deep inside of you.

“Made me hard all throughout dinner, thinking about all the things i could do with you,” Joel answered his own question before changing his angle slightly, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Fuck, doing so good for me, darling.”

“Joel—” you choked out, feeling the orgasm that had been lingering for what felt like forever now approaching rapidly. “Want you to come inside, please—”

His eyes darkened as he nodded. And then, suddenly a sparkling light reflected in his eyes—followed by a loud bang far above you. The fireworks had started.

It only took a few more thrusts and Joel's finger returning to your clit to send you rushing towards your orgasm, your fingernails scratching over his back so hard that you were certain you were not going to be the only one with something to remember tomorrow.

“Come on,” Joel edged you on. “Show me how pretty you look coming on my cock, baby.”

And you did, groaning as your body tensed, the feeling inside your stomach so similar to the exploding fireworks above, with Joel following suit, obeying your wish and spilling himself deep inside of you as you clung on to him, so content to finally, finally carry him so deep inside, the thought traveling right to your core again as he gathered you in his arms, both of you tilting your heads back enough to watch the sky above sparkle in different colors.

“Happy fourth, Joel.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Happy fucking fourth, darling.”

He gathered the clothes in his arms, whispering promises and praise as he led you up the stairs to his bathroom, having insisted to at least get you clean before letting you sneak back home. His hands brushed over your naked skin, causing you to raise a brow. “I thought we were gonna take a shower?” “Oh, I'm not nearly done with you,” Joel muttered in your ear, causing you to smirk. You reached for your clothes but Joel only gave a small tut. “You’ll get them back. Just not—” He raised the checkered bikini bottom. “This. I’m keeping that.”

thank you for reading! every time you leave a comment, a firework explodes over joel miller fucking in a pool btw :)

Stepdad Choso and Toji and cold female reader????

This was sent a bit ago but just now had time to write something for it, apologies <3

Tbh I don’t really fuck with stepdad/stepkid stuff…but for this pairing I’ll allow it….

also not quite sure if I made reader cold enough, I don’t know why it was difficult for me to do so, also pretend choso is your step uncle because hes best friends with toji in this. Also not sure if you wanted seperate or together, i made it together so i hope you don’t mind.

-somewhat edited-

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wc: 3.3k

tw: age gap (reader mid 20s, toji and choso in their 40s), Toji is a facebook user(lol), a glock makes an appearance (you’ll see why lmao), no mention of protection (wrap it up), fingering, Oral (m recieving), piv sex, sort of rough but not totally. (please lmk if i’m missing anything)

The sun had been down for a few hours, the moon and stars starring at you through your new floor to ceiling windows. You were sitting in your apartment that you had just bought, relishing in the comfort of your new home. You had gotten a great position for work right of college and were overall living the dream at the moment. Everything was so peaceful and quiet, sipping on wine enjoying the new atmosphere. However your quiet was soon ruined when you heard the ring of your new doorbell.

Throwing your head back and groaning, you sat up and sat your wine glass on the coffee table in front of your couch. Putting on your slippers, you make your way to the front door. Not even looking through the peephole, you open the door enough to show your face but not your body with a deadpanned face. The sight in front of you was definitly not what you were expecting at this late hour.

Standing in front of of you was your step-dad Toji , or well ex step-dad considering your mother had dumped him a year ago, and he best friend Choso. They had smirks on their faces while holding what you assumed was a gift considering the bag and the tissue paper stuffed in it.

“Hey cupcake.” Toji spoke after a few seconds of staring at each other.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” You ask him and Choso, poking your hip out and keeping a hand on the door, not fully letting it open.

“Saw on facebook you got a fancy new job and new apartment, thought me and your favorite uncle could bring ya a new housewarming gift.” Toji had said motioning over to Choso and the gift in their hands. Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms at the two of them.

“Yeah and you know you aren’t in the family now that you and mom are done.” You quirk your eyebrows at him and Choso. They chuckle knowing you’re technically right.

“Well, still can’t hurt to bring a loved one a gift no?” This time Choso speaks up. You look over at him and see a small smile on his face. The face that still adorns the tattoo he’s had the entire time you knew him. You just scoff and turn over your shoulder, leaving the door open to let them in. As you walk towards your kitchen and turn on the lights, you grabb two more glasses for wine to accompany yours.

As you walk in your apartment the men follow behind you, but as they do so they realize what you’re wearing. When you had opened the door you had your body hidden by the door mostly, hiding quite the sight for the two men.

Considering you thought you weren’t going to be seeing anyone for the rest of the day, you had showered and put on just an old large t-shirt and a pair of underwear. The t-shirt went down to at least your mid thighs, but still left quite the image for the two men following behind you. Once they had met you in the kitchen, you poured the wine and handed it to the two of them.

The two accepted the glasses with quiet thank you’s, setting your gift on the island table in your kitchen. While they took a few sips of their wine, you went into the living room to grab your wine and return to the kitchen. When you returned to the kitchen, Toji spoke first.

“Open your gift cupcake.” He told you with his usual smirk, leaning over and pushing the gift towards. You roll your eyes and grab the gift.

Grabbing the tissue paper out of the bag, you see a box wrapped in wrapping paper. You glance at the two of them, raising a questionable eyebrow. They just laugh and motion for you to keep going. You grab the box at the bottom and pick it up, realizing its actually very heavy.

“What the fuck did you get me?” You ask the two of them as you start ripping the paper off. Once you got the wrapping paper off you see its actually a small case, having latches on it that you have to open. When you turn the case to the latches, you click them up and open the mysterious case. When the case finally opens the absolute shock that waves onto your face made the two men bark out laughing.

Sitting in front of you on a cushioned piece of foam was a small black hand gun with gold embellishments.

“Are you fucking crazy!” You slam the case shut and stare at the two men across the counter.

“What cupcake, when I found out you moved out from your mom’s I thought I’d buy you some protection you know, since daddy and uncle ain’t here to protect you.” Toji smirks over at you, Choso chuckling along with him. You huff out an annoyed scoff, moving to the side of the counter that the two men were on.

“I don’t need a whole ass gun though, I don’t even know how to use that thing. Also you aren’t my daddy and uncle anymore.” You sternly tell him, poking him in his very muscular chest. You see Toji look over to choso when you do so, the two sharing a knowing look. Next thing you know Choso is taking a step closer to you and Toji is grabbing onto the hand that’s poking him in the chest.

Looking up at the two men in front of you now, Toji holding onto your hand giving it a tight squeeze. Your face had gone hot and red.

“Oh you sure about that cupcake?” Toji looks down at with a huge grin now. You look between the two and your brain just goes fuzzy.

To be honest you were always aware of the attractiveness between the two men surrounding you. You could always feel the lingering gazes that would be on you when you would visit your mom during college, along with Chosos anytime he was around to. You obviously never played on it though because Toji was with your mom at the time and Choso would be around and act like a ‘step uncle’.

Trying to muster up what little strength you had, you tried to struggle out of the hold from Toji.

“Aw shes trying to run.” This time Choso spoke up, stepping closer now so his hands were holding onto your waist over your large shirt. This made you stop moving and just stand still. You could feel the arousal starting to pool in your panties but you still didn’t want to admit to anything. You huffed and look away from the two men, avoiding any sort of eye contact from the two. This made the two of them share a look and chuckle at your silly acts of trying to ignore them. You weren’t sure what they had planned but it seemed like this was all a set up they had previously thought out. Next thing you know, Toji is moving his hand up your from your hand and settling to your throat so he could force you to look up at him.

“I think we need to teach little one a lesson or two hm? Make sure who she remembers who’s in charge yeah?” Toji says down at you, Choso humming in agreement behind you.

The next thing that happens is you being thrown over a shoulder and walked down to your bedroom. All you could see was your new tile floors as you were carried to your new room

You’re thrown onto your bed that laid in the center of your room. By doing so the big t-shirt that you’d put on had risen to now your mid stomach, exposing your panties you had beneath. The two men stood over you, one on each side of the bed. Toji was at your feet and Choso was your head.

At this point you couldn’t even hide the arousal that was pooling between your legs. There was a very evident spot wetting on your panties the two men could clearly see. Toji didn’t even give you a chance to try and close your legs, grabbing onto them and keeping them spread with a strong grip. Choso had also grabbed onto you, gripping your arms and keeping them above your head.

“Aw look at her Choso, she’s soaked right through these.” Toji says, grabbing the side of your panties, pulling it and snapping it against the skin of your hip. This makes you let out a small whine, trying to pull away from the two of them even though you know it won’t work. Choso then decides to run his hands up your arms, roaming over your breast over the t-shirt you’re wearing. He gives a gentle squeeze before talking.

“I think we should take this off, shouldn’t we fushiguro?” He said before grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt as Toji mumbles out an agreement. Within seconds your shirt is off and thrown across the room somewhere, leaving your chest exposed to two of them. Due to your restrains you couldn’t put any arms across your chest for any kind of modesty. This made you slightly annoyed considering the two men were still full dressed, so you finally speak.

“You know Its quite rude that i’m the only naked one here.” You tell them, staring into Tojis eyes.

“Oh, she speaks?” Toji responds with his usual smirk on his face. He still had a strong grip on your thighs. Now they moved down your thighs, getting very close to your last remaining piece of clothing.

“Well you heard the lady.” Choso speaks up, releasing your arms and going to take his shirt off jeans. Toji followed after his friend, releasing your legs and also taking off his shirt and his pants as well. Once they had gotten down to their boxers they looked back at you and grab onto again.

“All better princess?” Choso stares down into your eyes, leaning over a bit to where his chain that he was wearing dangled in your face. Now you felt like you couldn’t speak again and just slightly nodded at them. You eyes quickly shot down to wear Tojis was grabbing out your legs again and grabbing onto your underwear.

“Now time for these cupcake.” He tells you before slowly dragging them down your legs. This time you got a small bit of time to try and close your legs as Toji removed your panties. Though within seconds of you smacking your legs together, Tojis hands were on your knees pulling them apart, leaving you all exposed.

“Oh look at this, all nice and wet for us huh?” Toji says out loud to the group, taking a finger and running it up your slit. All this made you let out a big whine as Toji continued to run his fingers through your slick, gathering the wetness on his fingers. Once he had enough on his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth and gave a small lick. Toji let out a hum of satisfaction at your taste before gesturing his hand to choso so he could get a taste as well.

Choso wrapped his lips around Tojis fingers, sucking the taste of you off of them and humming in agreement to Toji. See the sight of them like that let out a small moan, shifting trying to rub your thighs together for some kind of stimulation. Of course the two men notice and grin down at you.

“Aw does the princess want something now.” Choso speaks down at you but this time putting a hand on your face, poking at your pout you had on. You muster enough encouragement to let out a small ‘yes please’ to the two men.

“Oh now she wants something.” Toji speaks as he grips and pulls your thighs apart again, setting a hand on the flat of your stomach and dragging it closer to your entrance. Soon he’s circling your clit with his thumb and dipping a finger into you. This immeaditaly makes your back arch off the bed. You haven’t felt a touch like this for a long time, so it was doing quite a lot for you. Choso took the opportunity to reach down and grab onto one of your breast, giving it hard squeeze and pinching at your nipple. This made you let out a louder moan, arching into both men.

Toji can feel you squeezing around one finger, so he adds another for your pleasure. Soon both men are working in tandem trying to bring you to a quick release. Toji speeds up his rhythm on your clit, making you squirm in reach of a release. Looking for something to grab onto in your wiggling, you grab onto Choso hip, gripping the fabric of his boxers. It wasn’t long before you were actually gushing around Toji’s fingers.

“Ah-I-!” Was all you could get out as you came. Your chest was heaving up and down as you came down from your high.

“There we go, look how relaxed you are now.” Choso said, looking down at your heaving figure. Once you sort of calmed down and get a clear vision, you look up at the two men. They both look down at you, but to they don’t share that exhausted look that you have. If anything, they look like they just had a small warm up. This is how you knew they weren’t done with you and you had more coming.

“Oh don’t be tired yet cupcake. We got more in store for you.” Toji says pulling you a little closer to his side of the bed. Once you were closer Toji pressed his front to your bare cunt. You could feel how hard he was through his underwear, becoming well aware how big he was below the fabric. This made you clench around nothing which Toji could easily tell while he was smirking down at you.

“Now cupcake, you’re gonna sit here and let your favorite daddy and uncle take care of you right?” Toji said down at you with his teeth shining at you. All you could really do in this moment was nod your head and let out a small yes to the man in front of you. After you nodded your head Toji let go of your thighs, going to grab onto the fabric of his boxers, finally pulling them down to reveal his cock.

When you felt that it was big, seeing it just confirmed it. Large and slightly curved with veins running up and down it, your eyes bulged out of their socket at just the sight of it. You couldn’t even think on how it’ll actually fit into you. Toji noticed your eyes and gave out a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry cupcake, we’ll make it fit just fine.” He somewhat assured you before slowly dragging it up your wet cunt. When it dragged against your clit you immediately flinched from the stimulation. Still not totally recovered from your first high, this brought a whole new wave of pleasure to you. Toji slowly dragged down to your entrence, prodding it with his tip. When he finally pushed his tip in, it was like seeing stars again.

“Fuck- there we go cupcake.” Toji groaned out as he slowly pushed into you. Once he was fully in you couldn’t even see anymore. Your back was arched off the bed and your arms were grabbing onto Toji’s forearms. His grip tightend on your hips once he was in and stilled.

In the mix of all this going on, you failed to notice that choso had taken his underwear off and was stroking his cock behind you. Once you had grown accustomed to Toji’s cock, you tilted your head back to look back at Choso cock which was awfully close to your face now. Choso noticed that you had your eyes on his cock now and smiled down at you.

“Come on princess, open up that smart mouth.” Choso grips his cock, moving it close to your mouth. You don’t have much of a say and just open your mouth as wide as you could. His mouth was almost equally as large as Tojis with it’s own set of veins on it, so it was a bit of struggle trying to accommodate it in your mouth.

As you struggle to fit Chosos cock in your mouth you felt Toji start to move inside of you. He pulled back and started slow but harsh thrust into your cunt. As Toji was doing this, Choso was sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. You tried to not choke around his cock but it was pretty difficult not to. You could feel him reaching the back of your throat with every thrust, making you gag every few seconds.

“Fuck, princess. Doing so well for us.” Choso let out a moan, tossing his head back and grabbing onto one of your breast, giving a tight squeeze and tweaking at your nipple. Toji was giving you deep thrust that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. He moved his hand towards your clit, rubbing fast but precise circles over it. All of the pleasure was starting to get a lot for you, you couldn’t help but start letting out tears from your eyes and choking out moans around Choso’s cock.

“Come on cupcake, give it to us.” Toji demanded at you, quickening his thrust into your soaking cunt. You could feel yourself quickly approaching a release, gripping at your new bed sheets below you. After a few harsh thrust, you were soaking Toji’s cock with your cum which he was thrusting right back into you.

“Fuck- yeah that’s right, soak his cock princess.” Choso groaned, his hips stuttering with his thrust into your mouth.

It wasn’t long before the two men followed you. Choso was first, letting out a moan as he came down your throat, that you had basically no choice but to swallow. Choso slowly left your mouth, giving you a second to breath. Toji was right after him, giving a few last hard thrust before exiting your cunt and spilling all over your stomach.

Now that both men had left your body, you all sat there for moment, catching your breaths. The two of them sat on the bed next to your layed out figure, rubbing soothing hands up and down your body as your recovered from everything.

After a few minutes, Toji got up to go to your bathroom to grab something to wipe you down. As he was doing that, Choso left to go to your kitchen to grab a glass of water for you two. When they both came back, you were barely awake at this point, your body completely exhausted from everything. Toji quickly cleaned you off while choso sat you up enough to take a few sips of water before laying you back down. They pulled back the covers of your bed before maneuvering you under them, the two of them joining you on either sides of your body.

Toji layed an arm under your head and gave your a small kiss on your forehead,while Choso wrapped his around your waist, both men moving close to you. However you didn’t wanna let them completely settle before mentioning something.

“I don’t need a gun just so you know.” You mumbled as you quickly approached the dream world. The two men chuckle down at you, not far behind with their own sleep.

“Whatever you say cupcake.” Is all you hear before drifting off to sleep.

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