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phinkslave · 2 months ago

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Study Session

ProHero!Bakugo x Reader x ProHero!Kirishima

No spoilers for the manga included. I haven’t read it at all.

Reader is in college, Bakugo and Kirishima are pro hero’s.

Warnings: Implied large age gap, NFSW, (dubcon?), dacryphilia, men being little perverts, overstimulation, praising and degrading. Let me know if I should’ve added anything!

There was no denying that there was tension between Bakugo, Y/n, and Kirishima. The two pro-hero best friends. Knowing they both want her, knowing that she wants them, they didn’t mind to share her between each other. Perhaps though if it were to be anyone other than Kirishima, Bakugo wouldn’t have allowed it. It’s no secret between the three love birds that they clearly all have feelings towards each other, though no one has made anything official. They’ve hung out before. Gone to the movies, the fair, even watched the U.A sports festival together. Though the two men didn’t dare to make a move. It’s not that they didn’t want to, they were just scared. Y/n was younger by a lot and not only did they not want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way, but they also didn’t want the public to start throwing rumors around. They didn’t want to bother her and her personal life. They knew they finally wanted to be more involved though. They were going to make it happen.

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You were studying for upcoming finals. Though you weren’t making much progress due to your thoughts being clouded with Bakugo and Kirishima. You haven’t seen them in a week, and haven’t even spoke to them. Normally they would text or call but you assume they’ve been busier than usual. Hero work is not easy after all. You craved them, how a flower craves water. You needed them and so you decided to do something about it.

You sent a text to your guys’ group chat. Bluntly only saying ‘I need help.’ You knew it was a little selfish but you could help it. Knowing that they’d probably be busy, so you had to grab their attention somehow, and what better way then to ask some heros that you need help.

Perfect timing to.

They received your text message just as they’ve been dismissed from patrol. In sync, they both opened up their phones to see your message, exchanged each other a stunned glance, then quickly scrambled to respond.

(From: Eiji)- Help? Are you alright?

Kirishima sends his message as Bakugo works on his own, his fingers flying across the screen.

(From: Bakugo)- How are you going to send a message asking for help less then two minutes ago, then not even respond? We are on our way asap. 🤦🏼

With their plans set, the men took a few seconds to collect themselves, adjusting their hero suits to be prepared for anything. Making their way towards your house, confusion and worry with each hasty step.

You were shocked to hear a banging on your door in the next 7 minutes. That was quick. When you took a few seconds to get to the door you heard a couple of louder bangs. That had to be Kats, you thought to yourself playfully rolling your eyes, opening the door.

“Hey guys!” You say cheerfully. Happy to see the two men. God you loved it when they were in their hero suits.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Kirishima said quickly. Worry evident in his tone. Bakugo instead, scanned your figure, letting out a big sigh after coming to the conclusion that everything was fine.

“Everything’s okay, why wouldn’t it be? I just needed some help with studying.”

“I need help,” Bakugo mocked, “why’d you make it sound like you were being robbed ‘er something y/n.” Bakugo said with an annoyed tone.

“uhhh….Sorry, I guess I see how bad my text sounded,” as if this wasn’t my plan from the beginning. “I do need help though, I need help studying for these finals I have next tomorrow,” you said the last part quietly and embarrassed, looking away from their gazes. Waving your hands frantically, “i’m failing english and math, just needed some extra help! And i’m home alone sooooo it’s not like I could ask my mom or something.”

Kirishima and Bakugo share an unreadable expression before krishima lets out a loud laugh, their faces reddening as soon as you said you’re home alone. Bakugo looked away from you, “idiot, you had us worried.” He mumbled.

“Oh c’mon man, just a lil accident. Just be happy nothing was wrong,” he elbowed Bakugos side playfully, “so, home alone huh? Are ya’ gonna let us in sweets?” Kirishima said smiling at you. You couldn’t help but blush at the commonly used nickname he gave you. Moving out the way for them to enter. They’ve never actually been inside your home. Always parked down the street for when you guys would hang out. Even though you guys haven’t been official, you’re not really sure if your family would accept you going out with an older man, two of them at that.

“Before we go to my room, do you guys want anything? Like water or something? I know you guys must be tired.” You turn towards them as Bakugo begins to take off his large gloves, Kirishima taking off his face piece, both of them leaving their items on the floor next to the door and moving further inside.

“No. I think we’re fine,” he looked at kirishima to confirm. “Let’s get started yeah? Use your time wisely, you barely have two days.” On the surface he seemed to have just cared about your low grades, but in all honesty, he just wanted to rush into your room. The thought of just entering your room, your own little private space. It made excitement surge through his entire body. He was positive kirishima felt the same.

“Yeah, i’m good to, thanks though,” Kirishima said with a closed eye smile. “well, in that case I'd be happy to help you catch up on your english. Bakugo can take the math…I never was good at it.” He shyly said, rubbing his neck.

Bakugo snorts, rolling his eyes. He leans back on the back of your living room couch, arms crossed over his chest, “Math huh….alright, but don't expect me to go easy on you. I want you passing that test since ya’ got me helping ya out.” He said sternly. His tone of voice making your heart to flutter.

“I’ll try my best,” geez now it’s even more embarrassing if you fail, “Okay then follow me~” you led them towards the stairs, up to your bedroom.

Kirishima and Bakugo following behind. Sharing a red faced glance to each other, silently communicating to fight the urge to stare at your ass moving directly infront of them. Your pajama shorts riding up with every step you take, and your short shirt did nothing to help you cover up. You’d have to have worn that on purpose. They’d be lying if they said they didn’t feel like such perverts.

You push open the door to your bedroom, walking in with them following close behind. You head over to your desk to open up your books and notes. Giving them some time to take your room in. White curtains, a pink bedsheet, the ridiculous amount of stuffed animals on your bed. They found it absolutely adorable, oh how badly they wanted to fuck you dumb.

Sitting at your desk, “Can we start with my math? I just really hate it and wanna get it out the way as soon as possible.” Spinning my chair around to hand the paper to Bakugo.

Taking the paper from y/n, his gaze flicking briefly to her flushed cheeks before focusing intently on the math problems. “This is studying? Your not just using us to get your homework done for ya are you?” He gives a small laugh, teasing you. Sitting down on the edge of your bed closest to your desk. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he begins to examine the paper. “Alright, first off, you need to recognize the type of equation this is.” Bakugo said briefly, before stopping to look up at you. Your face was plastered with confusion. Your little eyebrow crease causing his cock to harden. He doesn’t know if he could help you himself being this distracted.

“Okay, got it.” You pretended to understand, but you’re sure the blonde haired man saw right past your words.

He sighs loudly, causing you to feel embarrassed at your own density, “How about this, you tell me everything y’know and I can add on?”

And with that, it started off well. Kirishima also listening attentively, occasionally interjecting with a helpful comment or clarification to help you out even more. Though after a few problems, it kept getting more tough and complicated.

“Ugh! I’m never gonna fucking get this.” Slamming your pencil down on the desk.

“Language.” Kirishima said. Feeling for your frustration. He stood up from his spot next to Bakugo, moving to stand behind your chair, gently placing his hands on your shoulder, giving them a squeeze, reassuring you, “No giving up alright? We're here to help you. Even if we have to break it down step by step until it clicks.”

Meanwhile, Bakugo was quietly observing your body language. Noticing the way your breath hitched slightly everytime Kirishima squeezed his hands. That’s it. He absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. His erection straining against his pants at this point. He clears his throat, drawing the attention towards him. “Why don’t we continue with more of a hands-on style?” His words tinged with a hint of suggestive innuendo, his eyes locked onto Kirishimas. Hoping his friend understood what he was trying to say. “Maybe you just need some motivation, here.” He stood up from the couch and stood behind you from your desk chair where you sat. Kirishima moving to the side to give him space. He pulled your chair out and made you stand up. Next thing you know, kirishima is sitting in the chair. And you get pushed over to sit onto his lap.

Shocked at the sudden change, “what’s… going on…?“

“Kiri is gonna make you feel good. If you wanna cum, you’re gonna answer questions 7-10 all by yourself.” Giving you a harsh kiss on your cheek. That wasn’t new, they would always kiss your face. Until now they have never done anything but that.

“I can’t alo-“, words being cut off as you feel Kirishimas hands enter the waistband of your little shorts, pushing past your panties and rubbing tiny circles on your clit. “Eiji…” You immediately grab onto his arm, letting out a shaky breath.

Kirishima had one hand inside your clothes and the other held a firm grip on your hips. A low groan escaping him as he heard her moan out the little nickname she has for him. She felt so warm. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the vulnerable column of her neck to some hard kisses. “Focus, y/n. Answer the questions correctly, and we'll reward you for your hard work.”

Bakugo loomed over them, his cock leaking precum into his boxers. Watching y/n struggle to concentrate on the math problems. He steps closer to her, his hot breath fanning over her ear. “I better see you use everything i’ve taught you in the last 30 minutes. Get these correct.”

“I don’t know how to do it!” I whined frustrated. Not being able to focus properly while being pleasured.

Kirishima's grip on y/ns hips tightened, his breathing growing ragged as he fights to just bend her over her desk and fuck her raw. He leans forward, “You’re a smart girl. Isn’t she Kats? You’ll be able to do it. Isn’t that right baby? Show him your more than just a little pretty face.” Moving his fingers now down to slide one into your hole. Causing you to almost melt into his arms. He reaches the hand of his that was on your hip, up to cup y/ns breast. Kneading the soft flesh roughly as his thumb circles her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Okay! Stop so I can focus.” You huffed, pouting. Swatting his hands away from your chest. Causing them to both chuckle. Withdrawing his hands, keeping his now multiple fingers inside of you.

“Alright, alright. Take your time.” Bakugo smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you intently. Gaze dropping down to where your body was to meet Kirishima's fingers, the sight covered up by your shorts. Wishing they would’ve undressed you first, Waning to see your hole suck in his thick fingers.

With renewed determination, you tackle the math problems, silently grateful for Kirishima. He was moving his fingers at a non-distracting pace which was helpful. Though that didn’t keep you from letting out moans and mewls every now and then. Your mind racing to keep up with the equations as you try to ignore the delicious friction building painfully slow between your thighs. You’re finally on question 10, it’s maybe been 17 minutes since you’ve been sitting on kirishimas fingers. Both of your bodies desperate. You can feel him slowly rocking his hips against your ass. Dry humping. His fingers paced cruelly slow, and no matter how much you try to get some tiny relief, rolling your hips a bit, his firm hands at your hips don’t allow you any movement. Finally done, you hand the paper over to Bakugo so he can check it. Resting your head on your desk after he took the paper.

Bakugo takes the paper from y/n, his eyes scanning the answers quickly. Two out of three right. Not that bad, but he wasn’t going to let your mistake ruin the moment. He finished scanning your paper, letting out a low whistle. Acting impressed by your answers. He didn’t expect you to get every single one done. “Not bad, y/n. You actually managed to get them all right.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting your head off your desk, ignoring your little cry of pain. “You gonna ask nicely right? Ask us to let you cum.” Kirishimas fingers full on thrusting in and out of you at this point.

“Don’t we deserve a little please sweetheart? After all the help we’ve given you?” Kirishima added on, his own patience wearing thin. The ache in his groin has reached a nearly unbearable level, the dry humping doing nothing but edging him towards his own release.

“Please,” tears forming in your eyes, the harsh grip on your hair causing some pain to shoot through your scalp, “let me cum.”

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He mockingly cooed at you, enjoying the face you had on. The hand gripping your hair finally letting go, and with a swift motion, Kirishima was lifting you off his lap, setting you down on shaky legs for a split second, and before you could find your balance, he had already pulled down your shorts and underwear in one tug. You actually think you heard the fabric rip a little. Spinning you around, laying you down onto your back on the desk. Hastily shoving your shirt off to reveal your tits. “No bra, you fucking wanted this from the beginning hah?” Leaning down to such on your chest.

“You’re making it look like she’s your reward kiri.” Bakugo said with a laugh.

It was then when you’d turn your head to look at the other man. When did he take his shirt off? God the sight of both of them shirtless, Kirishimas costume doesn’t even have a shirt. Their hard muscles, turning you on more. They were so fine.

“Fuck yeah I am, dunno why you made her answer the long ass questions”, he said went a low moan as he wasted no time taking his cock out, stroking it a few times before rubbing it against your wet entrance. “Don’t worry kats, you’ll get your turn for when she has to do her english.” He winked at the other man. As he just watched the scene unfold. Palming himself through his pants.

“No more teasing…” You say as you arch your back, reaching out to attempt to pull him closer.

“We need condoms, you have any or….?”

“I’m on the pill.”

With a smirk, he gripped your hips tightly, slowly entering your body. Both of your moans being the most erotic thing Bakugo has ever heard. He slowly picked up his pace after letting you adjust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, punctuated by your wanton moans and gasps. You being wet enough from all the fingering for him to feel all your slick.

“Fuck-, you feel so fucking tight sweets. All for us huh? You want us to make you feel good? Wanna cum on our cocks?” Leaning down to give your cheeks soft pecks, tiny kisses that did not match the intensity of his thrusting. You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face into his neck. He dragged one of his hands down to rub on your clit harshly. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me show my beautiful girl a good time yeah? Doing so fucking good.” Your moans music to his ears. Your cries grow louder, body trembling on the brink of climax.

“I wanna cum, please..” My words barely intelligible, to blissed out.

“Cum for me. Go ahead. Make yourself feel good on my cock baby.” His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his release. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you one final time, orgasm triggering hers. “Fuck…” He let out a low groan. Your entire body seizes up, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your walls clench around Kirishima's pulsing cock. Not yet pulling out, his now soft cock resting inside of you. He leaned down giving your face a few more pecks, whispering how good you were for him and how you took him so well like he knew you could. When he finally pulled out, the noise was so lewd. Almost as much as the scene, his cum immediately leaking out of you. Dripping down your inner thighs.

Leaving you collapsed across the desk in a heap of satisfaction and exhaustion. Kirishima moved out the way for Bakugo. Tucking himself back into his pants. He laid down lazily on your bed. Eyes shut and chest heaving.

Bakugo approaches, a sly smile playing on his lips. “So...” Your still breathing heavy. Your exhausted. He leans down to your ear as youre still laid out on the desk. “How long does it take for you to go round two?” he whispered huskily.

Bakugos warm breath sends a shiver down your spine, his words igniting a spark of desire despite your post-orgasmic haze. Looking up at him with hooded eyes. “M’not s-sure. but ‘m so sensitive kats~” I pant.

“You can take it can’t you? Hm?” Leaving down to give your collar bone a small bite.

You winced a bit, “I….give me like 5 minutes to collect myself?”

All he does is just shrug. Proceeding to sit down in your chair, pulling your body off the desk and down on his cock, making you gasp and shudder. “F-fuck s’to much! s’to much!” You try to push off his shoulders to get off his hard cock, but he holds on tight by the hips.

“Nuh uh baby,” he groans at your shaking, “ya know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you. I can’t hold back anymore. Just stay still and relax.” moaning at your fluttering hole, still clearly sensitive. You were involuntarily squeezing him so hard, you couldn’t help it. “You can have your break while letting kiri teach you your english.”

That was Kirishimas cue to finally get up and to head back over to the spot on your bed closest to your desk. He reaches for the English textbook, flipping it open.

You spoke up, tears dropping down your face, “s’to much,” you mewled. “I can’t do this-..I can’t-“

“Shhh,” Bakugo tried to soothe you, rubbing soft circles on your hips, “I’m not even moving right now babe.” He gave your shoulder a soft kiss.

Kirishima leaned forward to wipe a few of your tears, this is how it always was. Bakugo and Kirishima have fucked plenty of girls together before. Kirishima breaking them down, for bakugo to fuck them broken.“You can take it. Oh this chapter looks easy, you’re not going dumb on us now are you?”

Bakugo wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close as he began to rock his hips subtly. Maintaining a gentle friction that kept your senses heightened without pushing you to far just yet. God he was so close already. Your tears and tiny protests pushing his arousal even further. He knew it was sick but the sight of Kirishima belittling you made his cock pulse.

“You said you wouldn’t move!” Ignoring Kirishima words and gripping onto Bakugos arm around your waist, nails digging into the skin.

“Just relax and focus on the lesson,” he spoke up to say after he heard you give another few protests. Giving your nipples a harsh squeeze to shut you up.

As Kirishima began to explain the material, y/n found it impossible to concentrate. “I-I think I remember most of this already though...” mumbling quietly. Feeling Kiris cum still dripping out, even more slowly now since Bakugos cock was keeping it plugged in.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice as he addresses your comment. “Is that so? Thought you were having trouble.”

“I remember it now…” I breathlessly say.

Bakugo chuckles, he starts to move his hips more purposefully, picking up speed and depth as he fucks you in slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust giving her a fresh new wave of pleasure. “I don’t appreciate you lying to us just to get what you want. Thought you were a good girl.” He said with a feigned pout. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone bad? Only little brats lie y’know that?”

“Not a brat!” You said, arching your back into his body. The immediate switch from slow to fast flustering you.

Kirishima stepped into the bickering, “Prove it and correct this question.” Giving you the paper.

“i-i think…so….basically—“ pant “when is bakugo going to make me cum.” I whine.

“Focus on the question he gave you stupid,” One of his hands coming up to wrap around your throat. “It’s just one fucking question. Don’t be a cock whore now.”

And with that, you answered.

Kirishima grinned triumphantly as you managed to provide a correct answer, sending Bakugo a signal when he threw him a nod.

“That's it.” Bakugo picked you up, laying you down chest first against your desk. He sped up his pace, balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust. Causing you to let out noises you didn’t know you could make. “Earned your reward,” he roughly said, leaning down, kissing your back. Groaning as his control was slipping. Your desperate pleas for him not to stop reaching a fever pitch. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you and holding still, cock throbbing as he finished. The sensation of Bakugo's his cum flooding your insides pushed you over the edge. Body convulsing in ecstasy, a noise tearing from your throat as you cum hard.

You let out a strangled sob as you felt Bakugo still thrusting slowly. Causing an uncomfortable pressure of overstimulation. Bakugo with a furrowed brow just smirked. Giving 5 more hard thrusts before pulling out. His cum flooding out kirishimas. Looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, bended over your desk. Tucking himself back into his pants, zipping up casually.

Kirishima shakes his head, chuckling softly as he grabbed some tissues from your dresser top, wiping you down and helping you sit up. “You just haddd to overdo it.” He said after helping you back into your bottoms. Then standing back up and giving your forehead a kiss, shoving you into his chest. Holding your trembling body into a hug.

Bakugo rolls his eyes, this time it was he who was laying on your bed, chest heaving, face flushed. “Yeah yeah, she did ask for it.”

You look at them both with spent eyes. “So tired. Also thank you guys for the help...” Words a little muffled from kirishimas chest.

Bakugo nodded in acknowledgment to your thanks. “When’re your parents coming back?”

“They’re out of town. I think in three days?”

You said, almost dozing off in a state of sleep.

The two men smirked at each other before Kirishima spoke up. “Whadya say we sleepover huh sweets?”

“Get some sleep. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.”

“pick up tomorrow? Are you trying to kill me?”

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phinkslave · 2 months ago

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His Little Helper

Shoei Baro x Reader

Hey guys! it’s been so long sorry, (i have been DYING), only reason i haven’t posted in a while is because i need requests in order to get ideas of what to write about and i haven’t really gotten any soooooo please enjoy what i could make! I’m still new to writing soo please cut me some slack. I wrote the smut but honestly i didn’t like it so i will not be posting it. Enjoy!

Warnings: Non-con (not smut), implied noncon sex, forced spanking, reader is female, violence, a little blood. (Let me know if i missed anything!) This has not been proof-read.

Barou Shoei. A somewhat tolerable man. You were hired to be his PA, personal assistant. After Bluelock he made a name for himself, which is why he’d need a personal assistant. Barou was a busy man, and as organized as he is, he did need a little extra help. So assistant after assistant, some being fired, some quitting, the job was put on you. Overtime Barou grew fond of you, though he’d obviously never admit it. He noticed how strong you were. How kind you were, but especially how naive, and he hated it. How innocent you were, not noticing when men were blatantly hitting on you, not noticing how angry he would get. How whenever he’d yell or throw an insult your way you’d pass it away with a smile or giggle. Never once being agitated for him being, well- just him.

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Thus, when his career got more serious, and after only months for working with him, he URGED you to move in with him, and even after consistently trying to politely decline, he threatened that you better not be a messy roommate and showed up the next day with a moving truck to help you take all you need to his big home.

Though one month in, you noticed his new mood. Any second you’d mention going out, oh apparently there’s some emails you need to get to. You’re off the clock? why couldn’t he do it himself? well it’s the least you could do after he let you live with him, besides he has training to focus on instead of answering some donkeys email. He made living with him absolutely insufferable. His personality during matches wasn’t just for show. In real life, he was just as domineering, arrogant, condescending, and, most of all, imperious. Off the field, he considered himself to be every bit the King that he was on the field.

He quite literally thought of himself as royalty, which meant that even you were not exempt from treating him as such. He demanded absolute respect, and, most of all, submission from you nearly at all times. It was not that he was too "traditional" or "old-fashioned" to let you be your own person, hell, he was very tolerant of you when you chose to ignore his explicit instructions or mouth off to him. As if he’d let anyone else speak to him like that.

You ended up slowly losing your smile, your giggle, your cheerful attitude. You even considered quitting at this point but where would you go? Barou has made it so you’d be so busy that you have pushed a lot of people away. You only have him and maybe a few distant friends. The only thing keeping you afloat is the pay you get from this job. Without this job, it would be hard to keep yourself steady. That though didn’t stop you from giving him more sass and attitude as the days went by, and you’d be wrong if you were to say it wasn’t obvious to him. If Barou didn’t feel something for you, he’d have you already out the door with your suitcases. What bothers you the most is when he tells you to do a task ghat you were already doing. Even going as far as rolling your eyes to his face.

God did he want to put you in your place right then and there.

When he would try to make small talk, ask you how your day was and if you’ve done anything fun, it made you fume, as if you could have done something, as if he lets you do anything else but constantly work all cooped up in this house. You were done with him treating you like some peasant.

Actually, it was that mindset that landed you in this situation. As you would soon discover, your cunning tongue would undoubtedly be your undoing. You immediately regretted screaming at him as he once again stopped you from leaving the house. It must’ve been a whole 3 weeks since you’ve last gone out and even that was just for a doctors’ appointment that he drove you himself. Barou just exited his room, most likely heading out to go get some training in. That’s when he saw you, hair done, makeup done, dressed in a cute outfit that showed all your curves perfectly. Leaving a little to the imagination. He asked u where you were going, and all you said was

“Out.” Not even giving him a second glance as you tried to walk past him, wanting to make your way down the stairs. Ignoring the way his eyes burned into you, pretending to dig into your purse. Your heels clacking on the floor as you walked filling the odd silence in the air.

“At this hour? I’d advise you not to. I expect you to be up and early if your gonna wanna get those papers do-“

That was just your last straw.

“Oh My God! When have i ever left anything undone? Seriously Barou can you just like, back up a bit? you’re not my fucking father. Holy shit! It’s like i’m a fucking prisoner in here. If I wanna go out, i’m gonna go out. Honeslty I think im done. Find a new assistant to deal with your sorry ass.” Your voice being just above the average level.

You watched his shocked face immediately turn into one with rage, suddenly go stoic. Then, he started to approach you, prowling towards you like a lion emerging to maul its prey.

This was his last straw. He’s just dealt with your attitude for far to long then he should’ve.

You slowly started to back up, and before you could fully run, almost tripping with your heels. He was already seizing your bicep and pressing you chest first against the nearest wall, pinning you there. His large body pressing against your own.

“You wanna try and fuckin’ say that shit again, y/n?” He snarled into your ear. “Disrespect me again and watch what happens .” Barou did not remove his body from pinning you to the wall.

“B-barou!….Get off! You’re hurting-!” you said with tears threatening to fall. This is the first time you were feeling how strong Barou was. Of course he was always stronger than you, that was obvious, but for his strength to actually be used against you right now, has you shuddering in fear.

Instead, he pressed even harder against you, causing you to let out a sob. His sharp eyes flashing with anger and dark promise as he leaned in to growl into your ear, "Oh no, you don't get to tell me what to do, fucked up the moment you opened that insolent mouth of yours you little brat." He punctuated his words with a harsh spank to your ass, grabbing a handful of the flesh and squeezing painfully. "I think you need a reminder of who's in charge here."

“What the fuck! This isn’t funny Barou!” you shouted. Trying to sound strong, trying to use the little amount of attitude and confidence you had left against this giant man.

Barou immediately flipped you around so that you were now facing him. One of his hands holding you against the wall by your throat, not squeezing hard, but enough pressure for it to be a silent threat if you were to move. The other hand came up to grab your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. He snarled cruelly at the defiant glare you shot him, despite trying to act all tough, he could see the tears on the verge of spilling out of your eyes, your mascara a bit smudged as well as your lipgloss your wobbly lips.

“Don't look at me like that. Who do you think you are? Huh? Thinking you can speak for me however you like, You only make me want to put that mouth to better use." He chuckled darkly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a mockery of gentleness. "Be a good little assistant and put that tiny brain of yours to use yeah? We're going to have some fun, whether you want to or not."

“like..like hell we will! Shoei if you don’t get off-!” You tried your best to say through your squished cheeks. Barous’ eyes flashed with fury at your continued defiance. Without warning, he spun you back around to face the wall and kicked your feet apart, ankles wobbly due to your heels. Even with your heels on Barou was a towering man.

“Since you won't shut the fuck up, I'll shut you up myself," he growled. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and wrenched your head back, causing you to let out a painful cry. His action forced you to arch your spine and press your chest against the wall. His other hand shoved the waistband of your skirt and underwear down to your knees in one harsh yank. Causing you to cry louder.

"Such a fucking brat, where’d you get this mouth of yours from huh? Wasn’t like this when I first hired ya. We gotta do something about it don’t we." Barou said lowly into your ear as he delivered a sharp smack to your now exposed ass. "I'm going to beat this attitude out of you." leaving a red handprint blooming on your skin. “It's like you were begging to be punished," Barou taunted cruelly, rubbing the abused flesh before raising his hand and bringing it down again in a brutal smack.

“p-please! i’m sorry! i’ll watch m-my mouth! Stop! Stop! i’ll be better please i’m begging you please!” You sobbed, trying to push your body off the wall, though it clearly was no use of even trying.

"Shut up," Barou spat venomously. The slapping on your ass was painful. Once again, Barou was a big man. He wasn’t fast with it. He would land a blow and soothe it for a couple of seconds before landing another one. Your pained gasps filled the room as he worked you over with ruthless intensity.

Your nails digging into the arm of his that was wrapped around your waist, holding your body flush against his. “No more! Why are you doing this!?”

Barou paid no attention to your pleas, continuing to punish your tender flesh with brutal, unrelenting smacks. "No more? No more what? No more of this?" he taunted, rubbing his hand threateningly on your bottom, which you were sure now that would be bruised. He could feel your body jerk and writhe beneath his, your whimpers like music to his ears. His cock throbbing in his pants. He knew this wasn’t right. He knew this was wrong and perverted and just went against all of his morals…..but in the moment, your pain and discomfort were only serving to arouse him further.

"This is what happens when you forget your place," he sneered, “you learn your lesson yet?” he asked harshly, gripping your hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You sobbed.

"Fuck, look at you..." he growled, rubbing your sore flesh almost tenderly before delivering a last, brutal slap. "I'm not nearly done with you yet." His last sentence causing you to immediately breakdown. Thrashing in every sort of way possible. Stomping, scratching, screaming, and when Barou let out a sharp, pained grunt as your elbow connected with his nose, he stumbled back, releasing you as he brought his hand up to his face. Causing you to fall to the floor, losing your balance without him being there to hold you up. Feeling blood already starting to trickle from his nostrils. “You’re gonna fucking pay for that you little shit." he roared, his eyes watering from the sudden pain and the shock of the unexpected impact. He glared at you, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief.

You immediately winced, the sudden movement of falling gave a sense of pain to your sore ass. Barou's face was flushed, his sharp features twisted in anger and barely contained rage. He looked terrifying, and you shrank back instinctively. Scooting closer to the wall, bringing your knees up to your chest, holding your hands out in front of you in means of a weak effort to try to keep him away. “I’m sorry! i’m sorry! i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” You don’t know how many times you rushed the words out.

"Shut your mouth,” Barou snarled, his voice muffled slightly from the hand pressed to his nose. He advanced towards you again, grabbing you up by your forearm with such force you thought he was gonna break it. He threw you over his shoulder, and began to make way to his room. From over your shoulder you could see the spilled contents of your opened purse on the floor and his gym bag as well, not to forget your skirt and underwear.

Entering his room, he threw you on your back onto his mattress. He began to work on taking your heels off. You were way too scared to try to kick or move, you already knew how mad he was, and a mad Barou was nothing to mess with. You were truly helpless against him. If it wasn’t for your situation, you’d think this would be cute, him taking your heels off for you. It especially shocked you at how gentle and kind he was doing the task. Though the moment didn’t last long after both heels were off and tossed behind him onto the floor.

“Please….don’t do this Barou. I’m begging you…i’ll be better from here on out…”

Barou scoffed.

“I'm going to fuck you now, and you're not going to say a word, understand? Not a single fucking word.”

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Can I request Tony stark x female!reader who is 2 years older than Tony

okay i’d love to write this, but i’m so sorry im not creative at alll, so do u have any sort of plot in mind or any writing prompts you’d like to sort of help me 💞💞

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phinkslave · 11 months ago

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haii , may I request yandere!sukuna X gender-neutral reader with the prompt 30 and 34 ? :3 -🎀

No Where to go

30. “I’m bigger, faster, stronger, do you really wanna do this right now?”

34. “Watch your tone.”

Okay guys i think im getting the hang of tumblr, once again any feedback is appreciated 💞. btw requests like this is fine ofcc, but i hope that in future requests, if you guys could please be a bit more specific, like idk if you want smut in this fic or not n so on so forgive me 😓💔. but anyway enjoyyy. (this writing stuff is lwk so hard)

warnings: detailed violence, described gore, implied oral sex, (yandere?) sukuna, degrading, language

Sukuna, The King of Curses, was also known as a heartless king. Mainly known for showing no mercy, killing without a second thought, no remorse or regret ever seen in his eyes. Choosing people to work for him, to slave around for him. Everyday these people would be killed, no one would be spared. Though y/n changed that.

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Today was the day. Today was the selection. Shibuya has been taken over by King Sukuna for about 3 months now, all hope lost. Each week he picks around 50 more people to serve him as he kills them so often. It seems to never be enough, and whatever he wants he gets. The only person to ever be tolerated by him was his loyal dog, Uraume, mainly known to be cooking Sukuna all his meals. She’s also the only one who calls King Sukuna, Master Sukuna. The only one he’ll ever truly trust.

“Do you wish for your death?.” It’s Uraume.

Her voice bringing me out of my thoughts, i quickly look around me seeing everyone in my single filed line has been bowed down as I remain standing. If looks could kill…i’d be dead.

“Forgive me Lady Uraume! I wasn’t thinking.” Quickly getting on the floor to pay my respects. My life is on the line.

“Hmph. You weaklings never do. If it was up to me, I would already have killed you. You’d clearly be of no use.” She continued to walk down your line, carefully observing everyone. Creating different piles, specified of either people of old age or ones who have disabilities. Who knew such a calm tone could make you tremble more than any angry voice could. Oh how I wish I was strong. I hate being weak…. .

After around 10 more minutes, with someone even being yelled at for apparently looking up for only 5 seconds, everyone was ordered to stand and we were being led to a huge building. As we walked, the groups of old people were pleading for their lives as everyone knew what was about to happen to them, i couldn’t help but shut out their depressing cries. This was all too much, we need help. Walking, everyone’s shackles connected to the person in front and the person behind. Controlling our pace, controlling our movement. Surely for how much longer can we really continue without dying? The closer i got to the building, the more i felt the amount of cursed energy pile up. I can’t do this. I would rather die than even enter the cursed energy. Not everyone could feel it since most of them are normal people, but us sorcerers, we couldn’t help but tremble. Knowing what was awaiting us.

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Approaching a large Hikone, giant double doors opened at once, energy flooding out, as I felt mine somewhat fade. This power? This amount?? How is this possible???

“Attention insects!” Uraumes voice boomed. Sucks she has a hideous personality, she’s actually really pretty. “You are now entering the presence of your Lord. Lord Sukuna. From here on out, you have no purpose in life. Your only purpose is to serve him, to accommodate all his needs. If he says to bring him an item, you will! If he says to end your life, whether with your bare hands or with a sword provided to you, you will! And with no hesitation. Now, pay your respects!” By the time Uraume was done, i along with everyone else was already on the floor, ‘paying our respects’.

“Look at me.” His voice, caused every single nerve that ran down my back twitch. Everyone looked up, though no one dared to look into his eyes, some immediately crying and begging for their lives.

I look up. There he is. Some stupid smug grin on his face. He enjoys killing. He enjoys being a monster. He enjoys tormenting the weak.

“All of those who just spoke without my permission. Step up. Now.” Four people slowly stood up, their knees almost giving in. “Are u trying to fool me? Do you think I am some idiot? I have many eyes for fucks sake. Stand up.” Two more people stood, but as much as they tried to stay up, they kept falling.

Before you could even blink, all of their heads popped, their bodies falling on top of the still bowing people. Their blood splattered on your face. No one dared to move, no one dared to speak. I kept my position, wide eyed, feeling the blood droplets going down my cheek. I didn’t dare to lift my hand and wipe it from dripping down my lips.

“Disgusting brats, ruined my scarf. Uraume.”

“Yes Master Sukuna.”

“Get me a new scarf, and..” this time he spoke to us, “…take that side of the room. All you pathetic people. Stand up and follow her now.” They stood up, trembling, lining up behind Uraume. The shackles that once connected you all was suddenly just gone.

A man accidentally fell while standing up.

*POP*

His head……

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Everyone stayed bowing, no one dared to move. it’s been atleast 15 minutes since uraume has left and I have to just assume that he was waiting on her to come back. My back was aching. I wouldn’t risk your life just cuz of some back pain though, I am stronger then that.

“Did it go smoothly Uraume?” Sukuna said with no care in his voice. Like he didn’t just murder 7 people in a heartbeat.

In total you would say there was about 37 people. Originally there was around 60 but canceling the elders, and the disabled….as well as the just killed people. Your numbers were going down.

“Yes Master Sukuna. We are checking for every health condition. For only the best possible is worthy to be at your service.” She said bowing to him.

“Hm.” and for the first time in what felt forever, he turned his attention back towards you guys. “Stand up.” Everyone doing so as quickly as possible.

“Uruame. My scarf?”

“My apologies Master Sukuna. i haven’t forgotten but they are making you one as we speak. I couldn’t have just given you an ordinary one, you deserve only the one of a kinds.”

“alright alright….now. Shall we begin.”

“As you wish dear Master.” As she said this, she blew into her hand, forming a long sharp rod of thick ice. Sort of like a katana. “As well known, your lord deserves only the best. We cannot have any of you weak species that aren’t physically appealing, at his service. For those of you who don’t please my master. Your death is awaiting you. Master Sukuna, I await your orders.”

“Everyone stand up straight and look at me.” After not even a few seconds he already pointed at someone, and in the same second his throat was pierced. His gasps for air terrified you all. “Hideous one he was.”

A girl spoke up, “Please, any mercy we beg—!”

Her throat was slit.

“Master Sukuna didn’t give you permission to speak.” Uraume said, venom lacing her tone.

Sukuna chuckled, “it’s a shame, she would have lived.”

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The next few minutes were torture. Each second felt like my death was next. For some reason I wasn’t as scared as the other people. Maybe because I had experience with this curse stuff, but it still didn’t make sense. Down to only 6 people now. Geez……he’s picky for someone who can quite literally have anyone he wants.

“Uruame. That’s all. Take them out of my sight and put them to work.” As he said this I looked up, accidentally meeting one of his four eyes, I looked down as soon as I realized. Praying he didn’t notice. “Take them all….but leave that one.”

No.

He can’t possibly be pointing towards me.

Now. Now i had some fear kicking in. Taking all his cursed energy in again, coming to the understanding of what his true power is.

“As you wish. Follow along.” She exited the room. Leaving me and Sukuna alone.

The room was dark, had some bright red ominous glow everywhere. The blood of the now dead bodies making everything darker. I was beneath a set of around 25 stairs, as Sukuna was in a huge throne at the top. Resting comfortably with his head in one of his four arms. I was standing there awkwardly. Standing in silence looking down, unsure of what to do. Dreading each coming second, each coming second facing the possibility of joining my once fellow friends on the floor.

“Why don’t your eyes meet mine as they did before? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I saw a hint of anger in those eyes of yours.” Ending his sentence in a chuckle, trying to imitate a voice of someone who’s actually interested. He’s toying with you. What a pathetic jerk. I immediately remembered, ‘when spoken to answer’, you had about a few seconds to respond or he’d get upset. I immediately began to think.

“Forgive me my King. For I was not thinking.” Fuck. I just risked my life saying that. Geez i’m so stupid. If Uraume said that made her wanna kill me, why wouldn’t he..

“Well. You better start. This is the only warning you’ll get. What is your name?”

“I understand my King. I am forever grateful. I am only known as the lords slave from here on out my king.” you tested your luck, bowing down.

“Pathetic. Don’t humiliate yourself. it’s pretty obvious youre trying to kiss my ass. i don’t appreciate it. hmmm. If you weren’t so amusing, i would have snapped your neck by now. Look at me.”

I looked up, he had a crazy look in his eyes.

“come up these stairs.” He shuffled to lean forward on his elbows.

I had half a minute to think. I could run, and be killed, or i could go up the stairs and be killed. What to do what to do what to do. Fuck, there was no right answer. Even if i ran right now, where would i go? He would catch me before i could even turn around fully……i slowly made your way up the stairs. Finally reaching him, staying a few steps below to stay humbled.

“If you do not listen to my exact orders next time. I will kill you. I said to come up these stairs, or do you have some sort of hearing issue?”

“My apologies…” i mumbled.

“Now tell me, do you feel the fullness of my energy?” He said all proud and cocky.

“I….I do my King.”

“Yet. You still dared to look me in the eyes. Out of the three months I have taken over. You are the only person who has yet to do that. How dare you?” His voice becoming dangerous in his last sentence.

“M-….My king….I am afraid i do not unders-“

-SLAP-

He slapped me. He slapped my right cheek. The hit was so hard I could feel my right ear begin to ring. I was shocked.

“Hmm..no tears? Tough one huh. You kind should’ve been knocked out by now.”

Feeling encouraged by his words i stood up, still holding my now red cheek though….”Thank you sincerely my lord. Your words mean a lot.”

-SLAP-

“what made you think you could speak?”

“…”

Next thing you know, he lifted his index finger and tapped your belly. That simple act causing so much force throughout my body, i fell, tumbling til i was at the bottom of the stairs. This time, my wrist broke, probably a ankle to….

I was distracted from the pain as I saw Sukuna standing up.

“You dare not answer me. You little brat, speak only when spoken to! How do you not know that much. Maybe I should end you. Worthless piece of crap.” Sukuna made his way down the stairs. A little confused himself but he didn’t show it. If you were anyone else by now he would have had them gone, but you. The constant fluctuation of fear and confidence in your eyes made him want to know more about you.

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He was making his way down. Fuck! I hate being weak so much. I have no time to think. This is it, i’ll be damned if my last words were me kissing ass to this monster.

“….fuck you…” i said almost non-audible. But of course if anyone could hear that, it would be Sukuna.

He stopped in his tracks. “excuse me?” anger lacing his tone for a moment.

“I said fuck you!” His pace to me fastened, “Your just a sick son of a bi—!”

His hands wrapped around my neck, not letting the full word come out. “Watch your tone. Do you not fear for your life?” He started laughing. “Maybe I will just watch the life leave your body, hmm?” he said smiling, his face extremely close to yours. He then let out an exaggerated sigh, “relax, I’m bigger, faster, stronger, do you really wanna do this right now? For your pathetic state can’t fight me right now. you don’t ever seem to use that tiny brain of yours do you?”

My hands scratching and slapping any bit of skin it could come in contact with, clearly showing my resistance being futile.

“Though, i can’t kill you yet.” His lands leaving my neck, allowing me to drop and gasp for air like a fish out of water. He looked down at me, “To bad, deal with me longer. I enjoy this. Been a while since someone had the guts to face me. You’ve brought this upon yourself.” Using a matter-of-fact tone.

He hummed, pretending to think, “I will give you a couple of minutes to rest. Then after that we will spar. If you land one hit on me, i shall let you leave and live as u please. If you can not….lets just say i’ll give you pain. For i don’t know why you think you are so worthy of speaking to me however you like.”

“I refuse to be your play thing. Kill me now.” Still trying to control my breath.

He scratched his head, “Well now that that you said that, i don’t wanna kill you.” He boomed laughter, “I really like you, your a few hierarchies below Uraume, but that’s still a lot.” His expression became one of a cold killers all of a sudden. “Now, stand.”

I thought for a second. “My king…if i may….”

“Hmm, all quiet now are we? just a second ago you were using such filthy language. For such a beautiful face like yours, ‘s a shame, really. What is it you please to say?”

“King Sukuna…my wrist is in immense pain, i am at a big enough disadvantage already. For i don’t think it will do me any good sparring with a broken wrist, i need more then a few minutes my king.”

“Fine. As you wish. Heal or don’t, my order of our fight has been decided. But if u lose, I won’t kill you, I have other ideas in mind…”

He stared at me a little longer. He stared at me, making me feel nasty, making me feel gross. He walked up to me and started lifting me up from my hurt state on the floor. Lifting me a little so I can get on my knees. I felt his eyes roam my body.

“Perhaps I could heal your wrist. But first, you need to be punished for that naughty little mouth of yours…”

“please….“

“Let’s make this quick. Gonna teach you a lesson yeah?”

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phinkslave · 11 months ago

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okay guys i love the requests, but please give me til july 19 to actually start working on stuff cuz i have this deadline of work i need done by then. i guess its my fault for saying im accepting requests rn, but plz bear with me >_<

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phinkslave · 11 months ago

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Hi are you still taking requests (Naruto) if so can I DM you??

sure! i have another request of a yandere sukuna rn so im not sure how soon i could get it done but go aheaddd. 💞💞

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phinkslave · 1 year ago

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Could you do #1, 11 and 12 with phinks? You don’t have to do all of them but I loveee the prompts

Unbreakable bond

1: “I want to hear you beg.”

11: “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. “

12: “You’re mine.”

Of course! I truly hope you like this aha since it is my first ever piece of writing. I tried my best, and if u think I need any tips or so on let me know! I didn’t make it as dark as I would have hoped for but please enjoy. 🫶🏼

Warnings: Smut, minor violence, noncon (sort of), yandere behavior

It’s been around two months since he’s taken you. You’ve dreaded every moment. Simple things like watching movies or even reading books didn’t interest you anymore, but you had to pretend. You were scared to show any protest against him. He was dangerous. He was strong. You wanted was freedom, but the question was how? How would you get away from him. He’s stronger, faster, and just more able than you’ll ever be. Knowing that just made you feel hopeless. You’re trapped forever.

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“Listen, me and the troupe got a mission. It’ll take at least a whole day so, if you want any take out or such, let me know.” Phinks said as he entered your guys’ shared room.

Well you insist to sleep on the couch but, he’d never let that slide.

You could only manage to mumble a little “okay.” In his direction, not even looking him. Which he seemed to have expected. Phinks has always been a patient man, and as much as you hate to admit, he was trying his best to treat you nice, be all sweet, to tend to all your needs. You sort of appreciated how kind he was, especially after hearing how his friend feitan broke his girlfriend’s legs. You shuddered at the thought. It reminded you just how much you needed to get out of this place. Phinks had enough strength to break your fingers with a pinch.

“I think we’ll be heading someplace near Yorknew. I heard they got great snacks. Ya interested?” He said in an attempt to cheer you up a bit.

Phinks saying that shook you out of your thoughts, he distrupted your mental plan on how to get the hell out of his little apartment he keeps you in meteor city.

“No.”

“Really? Nothing at all? Heh fine, starve for all I care.”

Then there it was. His annoyed side. Phinks can be a sweetheart, but he can also get upset just as fast.

After spending a few hours in the room, you left. Heading to the kitchen since you finally started feeling the hunger in your stomach. You can only resist food for so long. In the kitchen was a troubled looking phinks who was on the phone.

“I just don’t like this ide-…ima have to call you back nobu.” Is what he said as soon as his eyes laid on you.

“Hey babe, ya hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry about earlier……do you want anything specific? I’ll bring it to you.”

“No.”

He just watched you as you grabbed an apple and started heading back to the room.

“Hey hey hold on..” grabbing your forearm.

“What.” Poison lacing your tone.

He made an audible loud sigh.

“Listen. I get your upset, I know you wanna go home, but you got to give me more than that. Come on, i just want you to forever be protected. I love you.”

“Well I don’t.” Snatching your arm away with much atitude.

Before you could turn around again he slammed you against the wall, shaking some famous art pieces he stole that were hung up the wall. The slam didn’t hurt, but it was just so aggressive. Tears started to immediately form.

“Listen.” His tone being the most angry you’ve heard so far. “I am trying my best to be the good guy here. Do you know how fucking hard you’re making this for me?”

At this point your tearing up.

“I might as well let it out now. You’re not leaving me. Ever. Okay. Understand that, this, this place is your new home. Understand that, because I won’t have the patience to explain it to you again. You’re mine. Nothing you do will change that. If you think you can leave. Understand that you won’t ever. You love me. And I love you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes.” Trying not to let sobs spill.

“Good.” He said smiling, wiping your tears. “Now none of that, you know I hate it when you cry.”

He hugged your shaky body.

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That was just 3 weeks ago, but all this boredom being in the house made it feel like a few days back.

Since then you and phinks have made lots of progress. Him being the only person interaction you get, sort of made you have no other choice. If you didn’t treat phinks like a friend, you think you’d truly go insane.

Relationship progress wise, the farthest you and him have ever gone was just a measly makeout. Each time sitting on his lap, facing him, you could feel how hard you’d make him. Which boosted your confidence. Slyly rocking your hips to get him more worked up.

It was amusing. You tried to tell yourself it was okay, making out and basically riding your kidnapper shouldn’t be okay, but overtime you’ve began to like phinks, besides he was pretty handsome, and his little jokes he’d make every now and then, or even how on every mission back he would bring you a stuffed animal or some chocolates.

Thankfully for yourself, he’s never gone as far as you’d like. Limiting himself to only where you’d start and stop. Knowing full well he could pin you down and take whatever he wanted was a thought you’d resurface every now and then, but you trusted him more and more.

Time went on and the more needy you got. Makeouts werent satisfying you enough.

Phinks just got home from a mission.

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“Hey, I was hoping we could watch a movie tonight or something.” You said greeting him at the door.

“Yeah, whatever’s fine.” Giving you a worn out smile and a peck on the lips. “I’m just gonna tidy up a bit.” Clearly dirty from whatever fights he got into.

“Okay! I’ll set up.” You said all cheery.

The thing is, you were hoping to have sex tonight. Being a virgin you want it to be special, but of course phinks didn’t know that. You put some snacks on the table as well as some drinks. A little alcohol won’t ever hurt. Dimming the lights putting some fluffy blankets on the couch and now all that was left to do was click play for the movie.

Around 10 minutes has passed and you got bored having to wait on him so long.

“Phinks! You’re taking so longggg.” You said in a whiny voice.

No response.

“ugh! Phinks.” Getting up you checked the bathroom, and he wasn’t there. So you went to your guys’ bedroom and there he was. Laying in bed, not even under the covers, as if he fell asleep as soon as he made contact with the bed. Wearing nothing but some sweats and a grey tank top.

You were a bit frustrated, but then again it was so adorable seeing his chest rise up and down so slowly. You had an idea.

Walking up to him, you got on top, straddling his waist. His eyes opened, all droopy.

“Sorry sorry, I swear they were just shut.” He said all groggy.

“It’s okay, we can do other things….” Leaning down to kiss him, trailing down from his jaw to his neck.

You felt his jaw tense up a bit under your kisses, and soon feeling his hands grip your wait somewhat harsh.

“This is better than a movie.” He thought he could be subtle about it, but you felt his tiny grinds against your clothed core. But you played along, grinding against him as needy as ever, letting a few whines drop from your lips, he got the memo.

“It’s like that?” He said smirking up at you, all you managed to do was let out a few huffs, getting tired already dry humping him.

He got up, you still straddling his waist. Turned around and laid you gently on the bed. Hearing a few silent protests from you due to the lack of contact.

He took his tank top off, you finally realizing just how built this man was. It looked like his abs had abs, he had such a prominent v-line, and his arms were bigger then your remember. “Like what you see?” He said all cocky, clearly noticing how in awe you were. But it didn’t do nothing but make you nervous. What if he didn’t like your body?

“Just touch me already?”

“Oh it’s not as simple as that, ya know how long you’ve made me wait? I want to hear you beg.”

“I am not begging.”

“That’s a shame….” He leaned over picking up his tank top, but before he could put it on again,

“Okay okay fine….please….just touch me.”

“Boringgg, that’s the best you can do?”

“I will bite you.”

“Yeah yeah, your lucky your cute.” He leaned down taking your tshirt off. “No bra?” Bending down to suck your nipple, causing you to get out some more moans. Geez, he knew how to work his mouth. He got up again from leaning down, this time taking his and yours pants off, being left in nothing but your underwear’s. First, he took yours off, clearly noticing your embarrassment “you’re so beautiful.”

Using his hands to open your legs more apart allowing his fingers room to gently start caressing your clit.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I need you begging.”

This time you didn’t care, you needed him, you had to.

“Please phinks, please I need you so bad, I crave-“ before you could finish you yelped, feeling a finger enter you, causing you to squirm so much he had to hold u down a bit with his other hand.

“Tell me how much you love me.” Adding another finger.

“I love you! I love you so so much.”

“Geez, this wet for me babe?”

“Mhm all for you-“ you stopped talking, being to focused on his fingers in you. And he let you, silently smirking to himself, letting you to enjoy the feeling. As soon as your legs started shaking, he moved his fingers.

“Can’t have you finishing already now can we?”

You looked at him all teary eyed due to your almost orgasm, cheeks all red.

“Keep looking at me like that I’ll finish before you.” He said in a chuckle, racing to let his cock free.

You watched how it sprung against his stomach as soon as he let it out. Kind of scared and regretting all of this. What would he think when he knew you were a virgin? Would that even fit?

He gave himself a few pumps, “we don’t need no condom.” He said, approaching you again, but this time you scooted yourself across the bed a bit, giving distance between you two.

“I don’t think it will fit.”

“Of course it will, c’mere babe.”

“No.”

“What? What’s wrong? You being f’real right now?”

You looked at him all nervous before he let out a sigh. Grabbing you by your ankles causing you to be as close as he needed.

“Don’t be silly, we were doing so well.” Aligning himself with your entrance.

“Stop phinks I’m serious.”

“Nah. Don’t worry you got this alright?”

Trying to scoot away again he held your wrists down.

“I’m a virgin!” You yelped out.

He looked at you. Chuckling.

“Is that what’s got you so worked up? Sweetheart, if anything that’s better, anyways I’ll be gentle yeah?”

“Please phinks….”

“You know you wanted this so bad, I’m just tryna give you what you what.”

Despite your protests, he held your wrists above your head with one hand in order to have his other free to guide his tip inside. You shut your eyes. He stopped as soon as he saw.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

When you didn’t listen he got frustrated. He gave your face a few light but harsh taps, and then grabbed a hold of your neck.

“Listen to me.”

Your eyes opened. But this time you were sobbing uncontrollably.

“Good girl. Hey hey, none of that just let me take care of you baby.” Wiping some of your tears.

“I don’t want this.”

“Sure you do, you just don’t know it yet.”

And with that, he slowly entered, he made no effort to hide his grunts, holding eye contact with you as his hand around your throat didn’t allow you to move your head around.

As soon as he felt him ease into you, he let go of your wrists and neck allowing you to grip the bedsheets freely and him holding your hips.

“Feel better now?” His head in your neck, rocking his hips at a painfully slow pace. He wanted you to adjust first for a few minutes. It took all of him to not just start slamming into you.

“Nhm hm.” You said, holding your moans inside, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Eventually his pace fastened, and you couldn’t hold your moans in anymore, his thrusts getting harder since your moans were encouragement to him.

“ ‘m bout to phinks-!”

“No, not yet.” He said and he started to rub your clit. He knew you’d cum, but he liked the thought of him fucking your overstimulated body.

“Is t’much!” You squirming trying to push him off.

“Almost baby, almost.” And with that you came undone under him, shaking vigorously, cumming on his cock. That sight alone was enough to almost have him undone.

“Stop! Stop!” You screamed out, pushing against him but he just grabbed your wrists, pinning them on your tummy with your arms crossed.

“A bit more.” He said through his teeth, as he finally came undone inside you. the feeling of his cum still causing you to shake. After a minute of him laying on you, both of you out of breath, he finally pulled out, you shuddered at the feeling of cum dripping out of you. He left, and came back with some napkins, wiping you clean.

“Sorry about the mess….” He broke the silence.

“Can we sleep now…” you confused on the whole situation. You didn’t know if you liked what had just happened or if it was against your will.

“Sure.” He said, lifting you up so he could pull the covers down, and climbed into bed next to you.

Letting your thoughts drift you to sleep as he kissed your temple, the last words you heard was a cheeky I love you.

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