#bakusquad treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

……wanna be bullied by the BakuSquad soooo badly…..

They just push you around so much, disguise it as a little teasing and fun, even though you cry and whine for them to leave you alone. It’s apart of the game, they always tell you once they’ve cornered you into empty rooms, that’s the whole point of playing with such a pretty thing like you.

And you think Mina is better, doesn’t associate herself with those stupid assholes, that you can find comfort in a, hopefully, female friend. But she’s just as icky, as slimy as the rest. She asks you to join her, come spar with her so she can perfect this one move she’s been trying, only for all four boys to already be there in the empty gym.

They all push you around, stand over you and laugh when you sit there and cry, Mina pinching your cheeks when you blubber up to her that you thought she was your friend.

Friends give each other favors, don’t they? She’ll ask you, already slipping her leggings down, already pushing you flat on your back, already stuffing her cunt in your face.

Friends offer themselves up, because they always want everyone around them to feel good, don't they? You hear her ask when you're pushed on your knees and there are too many fingers stuffing your cunt. When there's a weighty cock slapping at your cheeks, a hand squeezing at your face until your mouth drops open. When she comes around and shows you the right way to take a cock down your throat, before she's shoving it down yours next.

Friends like to get used as toys, don't they? She asks you as she sits back to play with her cunt while watching you get used and tugged and manhandled. Like some doll that too rough boys play with and fight over, pulling you and your mouth and your hole every which way they can. You can hear Kirishima and Denki fighting over who gets to fuck your ass first, Sero telling them to just double stuff you as he lazily fucks your mouth, Bakugou snarling from under you that its technically gonna be a triple stuff.

Friends take it all, don't they? She whispers to you, cheek to cheek, as she holds your mouth open to catch the sticky white all the boys shoot on your face. She grins when you nod enthusiastically, attitude turned around and adjusted when you realize that she's right, that she only has your best interest at heart, that this is truly what friends are for.

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou is….a pervert. Through and fucking through, and honestly, you would’ve never believed he could’ve been described in such a way.

His little creep habits begun before you two even started dating. He’d ask you if you’d like to train with him, spar a little bit to work on your skill. And you agreed, even though he made you a little nervous with his impending size. He was great though, despite the occasional grope of your thigh and the quick sniff to your hair whenever he’d pin you. As much as he physically intimidated you in stature, you’d manage to pin him once or twice, and told yourself you imagined the bump under your thigh and how shaky his breath had gotten.

He picks you up after you two finish, bench presses you just to hear you giggle. It’s an excuse to grab you more though, feel how soft your skin is under his palm. He throws you over his shoulder when Kiri and Denki walk in with the excuse of wearing you out, which in turn only makes you giggle and kick your feet at him.

And after you start dating, he becomes unabashed with it. You wear a mini skirt around him, and his hands and eyes are glued to your peeking ass. Even kneels behind you when you stand in the entryway, readying yourself to leave, but he can’t let you go until he’s tasted you. Kneels there like some lowly beggar, ready to worship, his tongue asking for a miracle, his teeth biting for more of whatever he could hope to get.

When you go out for date nights, you’ve learned you can’t wear a low cut top around him. His eyes are glued to your chest the entire time, mutters just how pretty you look in the low lighting of the restaurant. And you thank him, ever so gracious and genuine, unaware of the thoughts that rest in the forefront of his mind.

You’re surprised when he pushes you against the passenger door of his car afterwards, face buried in your neck, hands groping at your chest. He pants against your skin, asks if he can fuck your tits when you get home, just one time, please, can he just try it with you once? And who are you to deny him? How could you when he looks so fucked out above you—eyes crossing and fluttering closed as he holds your tits by your stiff nipples to fuck his cock between the slick slide between them?

He’s gross and so perverted and you love it. Love it when he thinks he’s slick stealing your panties just to jerk off in them. When he thinks he’s getting away with coming inside of you when he thinks you’re asleep during the night. When he records your naked silhouette in the shower with the excuse of needing something in the bathroom. Gross, icky man that you can’t help but to love.