Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima randoms

Taking Turns - Part 1

A certain someone enjoyed this fanfiction so much that they took it from my fucking tumblr and posted it on their wattpad account without giving me any sort of credit. I'm taking it back, bitch. 

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader x Bakugo

Warnings: BDSM

Summary: After discovering a notebook filled with your nastiest desires, the two boys graciously help you out with one, taking turns on you as they rage over video games

A/N: Ya gal fuckin thirsty, get me some gotdam water. This is the nastiest thing I've ever written (and I've been writing for over a decade)

"What the hell do you mean you only have one controller?!" Bakugo hollered, hands raised in frustration at Kirishima.

You sat at the floor on your knees, a spreader bar keeping your ankles apart, ring gag holding your jaw open so wide that it was sore, nipple clams pinching tightly, a collar squeezing your neck as the leash dangled down and a leather harness hugging your chest, arms secured tightly behind your back, watching the two men as they argued.

"Do you know how expensive they are?" Kirishima retorted calmly, taking a seat in one one of the chairs arranged in front of the TV. "It's fine. We'll just take turns.

Katsuki grunted, making his way to the second chair and turning on the game system. He pushed the controller into Kirishima's lap, insisting that he take his turn first, trading it for the leash that was now wrapped tightly around his wrist. "Come here you disgusting slut," Katsuki groaned at you, giving it a harsh tug as you quickly crawled over to him. "God, you're so fucking nasty," he hissed, grabbing the hair on the back of your head with an ironclad grip as he forced your mouth into his clothed crotch, sweatpants alright pressed tight with an erection. "Do you think your parents would be proud to know that their child is a whore desperate for cocks from two different guys?" You whimpered against him, panties growing damp and nipples getting hard as he degraded you. "Shut the fuck up," he continued, standing to remove his trousers and returning to his seat.

His length hung down in front of your open mouth. He took it in his right hand and slapped in gently to your cheek a few times before the taps were replaced with the harsh sting of his hands, the sound of gunfire from the game and Kirishima's fingers clacking against the controller as he played intently. "Make me fucking hard," he demanded, pushing you down on to him.

You struggled desperately against your bindings, trying to fight back but unable to do so much to give yourself a breather as he grew in your throat, quickly filling your whole mouth with himself. "You're so much fucking prettier with something in your mouth," he said, hand pressing against the back of your neck to prevent you from coming up for air, leaning back in the chair. He continued to slap you occasionally until your cheek was red and inflamed, spouting nasty words about how you were nothing but a cumdump, a vessel for no better purpose than to be used and abused.

As his cock grew ever harder in your wet, forcibly opened mouth, threatening to burst with any given pump, Kirishima let out a loud sigh of frustration as he died in-game. "Alright, my turn." He said, hands reaching out for the leash. Katsuki hesitantly unwrapped it fro his wrist, pushing it towards Kirishima.

He gripped it tightly, tugging until you were right in front of him, staring at his already stiff crotch longingly, anticipation flooding you once more. "Katsuki's so mean, isn't he?" He lamented, pressing a cautious hand into your sore cheek, his thumb coaxing you. "Don't worry little princess, I'll take care of you." He pulled the leash upwards, raising you to your feet, and turned you around. He gently cupped your ass, lowering a loving hand to your sex and ghosting over it slightly, making you strain desperately against the harness. "Come on now baby, don't struggle," he cooed, standing to pull his own sweatpants down, and pulling you by the hips on top of him.