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Title: How Many Rounds Has it Been?
Summary: Touya never left you alone late at night, always needing something, using you for something, taking something from you. It was in his nature. It’s no wonder you don’t fight it anymore, especially with the way he makes you feel.
“C’mon Touya, quit it or I’ll tell dad!” You squirm in his grasp.
“You won’t tell him a fuckin’ thing, sweetheart. I know you love it when I control you like this,” he smirks, his digits curling deeper inside of your walls, plunging into the gummy spot that makes you mewl.
“T-Touyaaa,” you cry, hand gripping his arm to pull it away. He made you feel so good yet so sick at the same time. His free hand grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he whispers with almost a hint of desperation in his voice. His fingers always worked magic that got you crying out his name, begging for him to let you cum.
“Not yet, slut,” he grunts, “I haven’t even had my meal yet.” His fingers retreat, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You sprawl out, whining as he slides off the bed, pulling your thighs down to position you on the edge. He fans a breath over your wet cunt and it’s cold, making you shiver and close your legs.
“Ah ah.” He slaps your outer thigh as a warning, “keep them open.” The staples on his hands are warm from being in constant contact with you, but the ones on his chin are chilly as he presses his face against your cunt, tongue lapping at your puffy clit. He loves the sounds you make for him, your heavy pants and breathless moans. He hums into you, jolts of vibration sent right to your gut.
“Touya-nii, ‘m close..” You whine, hand gripping his obsidian tufts of hair. His fingers sink back inside your core, poking and curling against your g-spot to only further stimulate you.
“Not. Yet.” He threatens, fingers punctuating his words as his gaze on you stays vicious and scary. You clench your eyes shut, trying your best to control yourself as he continues his relentless fingering. Touya sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, just how he knows you like it.
“Can’t hold back, please!” You cry, tears welling in your eyes.
“So needy, baby.. Keep screamin’ like that n’ dad will hear,” he chuckles as he leaves chast kisses along your inner thigh. His thumb comes around to finish the job, circling your clit harshly and fast, “cum for me, precious, let me hear how much you need me.”
With Touya’s permission, you feel the rubber band snap in you as your hips buck up into his hand. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“So good f’me. Who needs anyone else when I have you to play with all day?” He laughs, watching your face contort in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm.
“How about one more for me, huh?”
You jerk up, brows furrowed as you shake your head, “can’t.. It’s too much, this is my 4th time already..” you whine, thighs pressing together.
“But you’re still so wet, baby. You know how I hate wasting it..” He coos, hands slowly tracing your thighs, “open up for me, one more time baby.” He lifts himself up, forcing your legs back open with his body as he hovers above you. He envelopes you in a hot, wet kiss, his tongue fighting yours as he tastes every part of your mouth, invading the space and claiming it as his. Groaning into the kiss, your hands come up behind his head to push him towards you, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Touyaa..”
“What, baby? You needy for my cock now? Two seconds ago you said it was too much,” he pulls away with a deep laugh. He watches your cheeks grow red as you reply, “just be gentle, please..”
“That takes away all of Touya-nii’s fun, though,” he rolls his eyes, “I like watching your eyes fill with tears as I use you like my little fucktoy.” He slaps your clit and you wince in pain, making his cock jump in his pants. He lets himself free and it flops out and onto your cunt, twitching needily.
“What’s the magic word?” He teases, giving himself a few pumps as he lines up.
“C’mon, Touya, jus’ fuck me already,” you cry out.
Another slap to your clit. He raises a brow, daring you to get smart with him again.
“P-Please..?” You mumble, hands gripping his shirt.
“Please what, slut?”
“Please fuck me, Touya-nii.” your pupils are blown out, glossy eyes looking up at him like a scared puppy dog.
“Fuck,” he grunts before bottoming out inside of you, hip bones hitting your thighs, “you know how fucked up you are to be enoying this?” He asks, a smirk stretching his face, “you actually like your step brother ruining your insides.. Fucking nasty,” he leans in close and spits on your face, using his hand to smear it across your cheek.
“I, I don’t like it..” you lie, looking away as your body tells the truth and ruts into him.
“Your body doesn’t lie, doll. I see the way you lean into me, with that nasty fuckin’ cunt o’yours.” He growls, thrusts becoming quicker. His hand gropes your tit, index finger and thumb coming together to pinch your nipple, perking it up. You mewl out in pleasure, feeling your climax begin to build again. Touya is hot like a furnace, eyes shifting to a deep blue as he relentlessly fucks your cunt.
“Touya, please-mm- fuck don’t stop!”
“That’s right, beg for my thick cock to fuck you. Scream out my name, I don’t care if anyone here’s- let ‘em.” he commands, free hand coming to grip your throat, tight enough to turn your brain to mush.
“P-Please, use me and help me cum.. Need you so bad.. Jus’ you,” you beg in a cock-drunk state. He eats up every pathetic whine and moan you give him, each one bringing him closer to the hilt of his orgasm.
“Fuck, doll, you wanna get filled?”
“Yes please, breed me Touya-nii, want it so bad,” you cry, tears falling down your blushed cheeks. He cages you in under him, arms wrapping around your figure as he forces you still to pump you as full and deep as he can, tip brushing your cervix.
“Just like that, what a good slut you are for me,” he pants, voice gruff and low. You ride out your fifth orgasm with Touya, muttering small ‘thank you’s’ as his hips slow.
“Now clean my cock off and I’ll leave you alone for the night- maybe.”
tomura shigaraki wasn’t exactly known for his social finesse. he showed up to lectures with red-rimmed eyes, hunched over in a hoodie that smelled faintly of instant ramen, weed and something vaguely synthetic, kinda like a controller left out in the sun too long. his fingers were usually ink-stained, his backpack was a chaotic mess of wires and manga and his laptop was decorated with peeling horror game stickers and opened straight into a heavily modded skyrim file.
no one was even sure what he studied. some were convinced he was auditing classes illegally. others were sure he lived in a basement. the rumor mill was brutal.
but somehow he was dating you. you. the girl who brought homemade muffins to group projects. who always had a spare pen, a travel-sized lint roller and band-aids in her bag. who said please and thank you. who laughed like sunshine and remembered people’s birthdays. you waved at the janitors, offered strangers your umbrella and kissed tomura’s cheek in public like it was the most natural thing in the world.
and the campus population could not compute it. especially not the guy currently hovering near your lunch table with one elbow leaning on the bench and a smile that was trying way too hard.
“hey,” the guy said, flashing too many teeth as he held out a pen. “you dropped this.”
you blinked down at it. it wasn’t your pen. “oh! um… thanks,” you said, taking it politely anyway.
tomura didn’t move at first. he was slouched next to you with his hood pulled up, his body warm against your side, eyes locked on the switch in his hands. from the outside, he looked half-asleep. maybe even dead to the world. but you knew him better than that. he was watching everything. especially the way the guy lingered.
“cool earrings,” the guy added. “they look really cute on you.”
that’s when tomura paused his game. as if the weight of that sentence alone had yanked him back from the brink of his carefully maintained apathy. you glanced sideways. tomura didn’t look at you. he didn’t even turn his head. he tilted his chin up ever so slightly, cracked lips curling downward into something that looked dangerously close to a snarl.
“grrrrrr.”
it wasn’t a joke. it wasn’t ironic. it was low, feral, pure warning.
the guy blinked. “uh… sorry? do you have a sore throat or something?”
tomura didn’t blink. “grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” longer, meaner and possessive as hell.
you set your sandwich down with a sigh, pressing a hand gently against his arm. “baby, it’s okay. he was just being nice—”
“he can be nice somewhere else,” tomura said flatly, eyes narrowing like he was targeting a weak point. “unless he wants to keep that hand.”
the guy stepped back like he’d touched a live wire. muttered something about “crazy boyfriends” and how you “must be into freaks”. and then he was gone.
tomura watched him leave, eyes still sharp and dangerous. you exhaled slowly, reaching for your drink. only then did tomura slump against you like a cat that had just finished hissing at the mailman. all attitude and limbs, curling into your side with a scowl that was more pout than threat now.
“fucking parasite,” he muttered. “trying to smile his way into your pants. i should’ve set his shoelaces on fire.”
you giggled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “you’re such a guard dog.”
“not a dog,” he muttered. “dogs are loyal and well-adjusted.”
“then what are you?”
he tilted his head toward you, eyes half-lidded, voice raspy with that sly edge he only used with you. “a gremlin with an exclusive breeding license.”
you choked. “tomura!”
“what?” he gave a little shrug, unbothered. “you let me leave a toothbrush in your apartment. that’s basically the same as staking a claim. now i get to growl at things.”
he unpaused his switch like nothing happened. but his other hand, the one not gripping a joy-con, slid under the table and curled possessively around your thigh. you smiled, heart fluttering and leaned your head against his shoulder. because what the others didn’t understand was that you were just as gone for him as he was for you. when you got weird looks for holding his hand in public, he squeezed your fingers tighter. when someone tried to flirt with you, he wrapped both arms around your waist like a scarf and muttered territorial threats under his breath. and when someone looked at you with that soft kind of pity (that silent question of what’s a sweet girl like you doing with a guy like that?) he always kissed your temple like it was the only answer you’d ever need.
but you had your tells too. you brought him painkillers when his migraines got bad. you wiped cheeto dust off his face with your sleeve. you sat through his rants about loot box algorithms and anime betrayals. you kissed the corners of his mouth when he got too overwhelmed to talk. you put up with his moods, his silence, his growls.
because you knew exactly what was underneath. you’d seen the way his voice cracked when he said “i love you” for the first time. the way his hands trembled when he held you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet. the way he clung to you after nightmares like he’d never let go.
so let them stare. let them wonder. let them whisper that you didn’t match, that he was too scary, too strange, too rough around the edges. because as far as you were concerned, tomura shigaraki was yours and you were his.
ID: A drawing captioned as “This asexual wont let you use them as a sheild for being anti kink. The drawing depicts two stick figures. One is angry with their arms crossed, saying, “You cant let those dirty kinksters into pride just think of the asexuals!” The other sticks figure has a more nuetral expression and is rubbing their arm. saying, “I’m capable of seeing a guy in a harness actually”. Above the stick figure’s head is a split asexual/leather pride flag. (End ID)
﹅ alt title ;; how long the jjk men can withstand the sex ban
﹅ warnings ;; sorta sub!choso , whiny!choso , toji's part is more explicit than the others , this is my first time writing for some of the character so i'm sorry if i didn't describe them well
GOJO SATORU (3 days)
“are you serious?” gojo groans, slumping forwards. gojo watched in disappointment as you crossed your arms, looking away from him. "you did it so you have to pay." for weeks, you've been trying to tell gojo to separate the colors from the whites while doing laundry. him just wanting to get it over with, he dumped them all in the same load, ruining some of your favorite pieces of clothing.
"baby, please. i won't do it again," he begs, kneeling in front of you. but to no avail, you stood your ground.
it only took him 3 days to convince you to wave your white flag, surrendering to his seduction. "you look good in my shirts." gojo's hands caress your hips as he presses his chest to your back. "i would be in my clothes if you would just listen to me." you huff, "i never said i was disappointed." gojo whispered, his hard-on pressing on your ass.
“please. just drop the ‘sex ban’. i said i was sorry.” his lips make a trail of kisses on your neck. you needed him too. whenever he wasn’t around, you would use your toys, trying to not let gojo know you were sexually needy. but they didn’t work.
RYOMEN SUKUNA (not happening!)
no. just no. it’s funny that you even thought about putting that in motion. sukuna was too desperate for sex but never wanted to admit it.
“no,” he stood above, crossing his arms, making himself seem bigger than you (as if he even needed to do that). “you can’t deprive me of sex, woman.” he grunts. “but i can, kuna. that’s what you fail to realize.” you tut, standing up to walk away.
one of his four arms wraps around your waist, throwing you back on the soft surface. "you're not going through with this." he growls in your ear, crawling go top of you.
how dare you even think such a thing? you were his woman, his twin flame. you were the only person he showed the littlest respect to and you decide to do some foolery like this.
he tugs your shirt over your head, your bra coming next. his rough hands slide over your chest. "such beauty..." he whispers. "i'll make sure you never think of this again.
KENTO NANAMI (it was on accident)
his job was taking him away from you. between being a jujutsu sorcerer and a businessman, he couldn't find time to be a partner for you.
due to the lack of attention you were receiving, you became sexually pent up, having the urge to pleasure yourself at the worst times. the feeling of neglect was creeping up on you. some days, you forgot nanami even lived with you.
"love, i'm home." nanami tugs off his tie, tossing it to the side. "i don't know how long i can take of this." he rubs his temples, deeply sighing as he led himself to your shared bedroom. before his hand touched the cold metal knob, he heard your muffled moans and the squelching of your cunt.
he slowly opens the door, peeking in the room before fully entering. "it seems i've neglected you." he watches as you quickly cover yourself as if he hasn't seen you naked many times. he unbuttons the top of his shirt as he saunters to the edge of the bed, removing the covers off you.
"seems like i have some things to make up for."
CHOSO KAMO (not even a day)
"please." he whines, his head resting on your lap as he looks up at you. ever since you shared your first time with choso, he's been going at it with you like rabid dogs. if he wasn't inside you, his head was squished in between his thighs.
"choso, i need a break." you sigh, trying to remove him from off you. his grip on your legs was tight as he put his face in between your thighs, shaking his head. he was acting like he couldn't survive without your cunt somehow being involved.
"i swear, i'll leave you alone after. just please," he whined. you couldn't resist him for much longer. you hated when he got all whiny like a baby. he was spoiled because of you.
"fine." you undo the tie of your sweatpants before his hands swatted yours away, tugging your pants and panties off. "i promised you." he kisses your inner thigh before his tongue began flicking away.
TOJI FUSHIGURO (mans was balls deep in you the second you said it)
"you really think so?" he darkly chuckles, rubbing himself on you. "toji, i'm sorry. please." you whine, wiggling your ass on his cock. "i don't think you are." he teases, stepping away from you.
you whine, following him. "it was a joke." you press your hand on his chest. "did i laugh?" he tilts his head, smirking at you. you sigh, "toji, i'm sorry." you press yourself against him, your chest touching his.
"fuck." you knew he couldn't resist the feeling of your chest on him. it was like heaven to him. "turn around." he grunts, gripping your hips to turn you around, bending you over.
he easily slid inside of you due to how wet you got over time. "don't say stuff you don't mean, baby." he laughs, thrusting into your backside. it was worth it.
GETO SUGURU (you gave in after implementing it)
you wanted to test geto's limits, giving him an extra nnn moment which made you realize something. it was always you initiating sex. "geto, please. i give up." you whine, following him around the house.
he chuckles, "everyone must deal with their consequences, my love." he turns to you. he plastered a sinister smile, taunting you. he saw how much you needed him but he wasn't caving in until he heard you say it.
"i'll do anything. my hand isn't even working anymore." you simper. it was starting to become frustrating seeing how calm he was about all of this as you were suffering.
"i need you! is that what you wanted to hear?" you shout, earning a grin from him. he walks closer to you, his finger tracing your jawline, "why didn't you say that sooner, love?" he chuckles.
♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: JJK men & their nasty, perverted habits . . . ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & choso.
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: MINORS DNI — fem! reader, reader wears a dress, drinking, smut, grinding, whining, riding, masturbation, panty stealing, touching, creampie, penetration, unprotected, etc.
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘! - NANAMI
Kento Nanami is a gentleman.
He always opens doors for you, never shows up late for dates, and is truly an old-fashioned romantic.
However, he just can’t keep his hands to himself.
The two of you are attending an important gathering related to his corporate job. There’s expensive drinks, classical music, and soft chatter.
You and Nanami make your way around, engaging in small talk while sipping on champagne, and Nanami’s large hand is pressed against your back.
You’re having a conversation with the wife of his boss, and Nanami’s hand starts to go lower and lower, and he grabs your ass rather quickly. You keep your composure, but Nanami’s breath hitches a bit as he clears his throat.
Feeling your ass, even just for a second, was starting to make him lose control.
“Sorry, if you’ll excuse us for a moment,” Nanami suddenly says before dragging you away.
He takes you into one of the bathrooms and shoves you up against the sink.
“Kento,” you whine. “We’re at a gathering.”
“I know,” he whispers into your ear. “I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”
Nanami starts to grind his hard, clothed dick against your ass, moaning softly.
You simply looked too phenomenal in that dress. As his hard cock strains painfully against the fabric of his pants, the only form of relief came when your ass rubbed against it.
“We need to leave,” he grips your hips, pressing himself against you even more as you gripped the edges of the bathroom counter. “If I don’t take you home now, I’ll cum right in my pants.”
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑! - GOJO
Satoru Gojo was ready to stuff you with his seed as soon as you both made it home after your wedding.
He had often dreamed about having children with you, but in particular, he wanted to fill you up until he couldn’t physically cum anymore.
Gojo thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace. His hand was pressed underneath your knee as he held your leg back, as close to your chest as he could. You could feel him inside of you even more that way. The thick veins running along his cock rubbed your walls deliciously, and the way your body jerked from his thrusts were starting to make you dizzy.
And he couldn’t get enough. By now, he had finished inside of you already, but he had to do it a second time. Perhaps, a third time as well.
His balls tightened as another orgasm started to overwhelm him, and he groaned.
“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” he warned. “I’m gonna cum deep inside of you. You’re gonna take it all for me, right?”
You nodded eagerly.
“I gotta fill you up — I have to.” As another load of his cum shot out of his aching dick and inside of you, he pressed a hand down against your stomach.
“You feel it?” He continued to thrust and moan. He needed to stuff you as much as he could. “You feel my cum, don’t you?”
“There’s so much of it,” you said with a soft moan.
He was still cumming and cumming, and it didn’t seem like he would ever stop. And, god, he hoped he wouldn’t somehow.
𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇! - GETO
Suguru Geto was a man who always knew what to say. His words were always powerful and wise.
They were also downright filthy, too.
No matter where you both were — at dinner in a nice restaurant, in the movie theater, at the airport — Geto couldn’t help but press his lips against your ear, and whisper something he knew would get your panties wet.
Today in particular, you were both at the grocery store, waiting in line patiently with a cart full of food.
Suddenly, Geto pressed himself against your backside. To nearby shoppers, he simply seemed like an affectionate partner, but you knew what was coming.
Geto leaned down a bit, his warm breath patting against your ear.
“Let’s head home after this. I really wanna eat your pussy before dinner. Let’s see how much of your cum I can swallow.”
“Suguru,” you whispered softly. “We’re in public.”
“No one can hear me, sweet girl. I bet I could reach my hand into your pants and rub your clit, and no one would notice. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I-”
“Shhh,” he smiled a bit, although you couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until we get home, but once we do, we’re gonna fuck and fuck all night long.”
He gave your ear a slow, little lick, and stepped away from you, grinning as he started to put the groceries on the conveyor belt.
𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐘! - CHOSO
“Please,” a soft, desperate whine fell from Choso’s lips. “Make me cum again, please.”
The gorgeous guy started to squirm around beneath you, attempting to raise his hips, chasing the feeling of your tight cunt around him.
“Ride me again,” Choso gripped your hips. “Please ride me again.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, he started to glide you up and down along his cock, moaning softly.
“You’re so impatient,” you teased. Despite your words, you helped him out by pressing your hands against his chest, and riding him once again.
“Oh my god,” Choso whispered. “Feels so good. Don’t stop, okay? I need to cum again.”
Your pussy milked his cock until he could no longer form any coherent sentences.
“Baby, please . . . shit, baby. I can’t hold it, I can’t- please, oh fuck.”
Moan after moan fell from between his pretty lips, and without warning — he couldn’t speak well enough to say anything — Choso shot another load of cum right inside of you.
You both paused to catch your breath, but not for long, as Choso started to squirm around once again.
“Another,” he whined softly. “Don’t stop, please. Do it again . . . I wanna cum again.”
𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑! - TOJI
When Toji Fushiguro asked to come to your house, you thought nothing of it.
It wasn’t unusual for him to come over, but little did you know, he had a habit of snooping around.
He liked to see what kind of things you had in your home, and eventually, he knew by heart what brand of toothpaste you preferred and whether you kept certain condiments in the fridge or in the cabinet.
But, his favorite place to snoop was in your bedroom.
Often, he’d say, “I’m gonna go piss,” while getting up from the couch and making his way down the hall. But he never went into the bathroom.
He’d go into your bedroom instead and open your drawer, growing hard at the sight of your undergarments.
He’d typically just steal one pair of panties and shove them into his pocket.
But it wasn’t good enough.
After all, your underwear smelled like detergent. It didn’t smell like you — or, more specifically, your sweet pussy.
That was when he snuck into your laundry room and went into your dirty clothes hamper, digging until he found the perfect pair of used panties.
He shoved them into his pocket, and returned to the living room.
Later on, when he got home, he put those panties right into his mouth, jerking off as he daydreamed about eating your pussy. It was magical, especially now that he knew how it would taste.
Then, he laced those panties around his hard cock, fucking his fist as he shot load after load into the soft material, moaning your name as he did so.
✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader
✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic?
✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n.
✧ wc: 5.3K
It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.
But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.
It was him.
You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.
“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?
He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.
“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”
Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.
He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”
And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.
Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.
And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”
And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.
Fuck.
“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”
You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”
“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.
And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.
It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”
He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”
And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.
“I would,”
And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.
Fuck.
“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.
But how can you be quiet?
The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.
And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”
And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.
He’s huge.
The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.
“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”
“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”
“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”
Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”
And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.
He was too much.
“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”
“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”
“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”
“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”
And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.
He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.
That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.
“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”
“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.
He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.
And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”
“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.
And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.
You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.
“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.
How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”
“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”
And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.
“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”
~~~~
The two of you had fallen into a pattern.
And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…
You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.
“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.
“What are you—”
“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”
“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.
“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”
“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“
“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”
“Mahito—“
“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”
Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”
You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”
His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.
“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?
Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”
“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”
“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.
This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.
“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.
“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.
“I will,”
“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.
“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”
“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.
“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”
And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”
“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.
No time like the present, right?
“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”
And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”
“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”
“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”
“Have another lesson?”
And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.
He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.
And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.
Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.
And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”
“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”
“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.
One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.
“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.
“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.
His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.
You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.
And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.
Your mouth runs dry.
Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.
Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.
“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.
And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.
His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.
His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.
He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”
And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.
Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.
He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.
“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.
“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”
And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.
“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”
“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.
“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.
Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”
“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.
The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.
“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.
“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.
God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.
~~~
The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.
“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.
“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”
You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”
You were picking up your boyfriend.
He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”
note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!
Shigaraki from chapter 411. No matter how much venom and hate Shigaraki continues to spit out at Izuku, he still tries to save him and remind Shigaraki that he is human and deserves a chance. I really have no idea how this is all going to end, but I deeply admire Izuku’s heart and willpower to save Shigaraki.
Bakugou knew you were having a bad day. Still coming to work despite being at the peak of your heat and doped up on suppressants, you looked like shit and and felt like it too, in the worst kind of mood everyone had to tiptoe around.
All it took was a pushy fanboy on your patrol to make you snap- a scream in the crowd, some blood spattered on the sidewalk and Bakugou hauling your kicking and snarling form away from the poor bastard before you ripped his throat out.
He took you to a secluded alleyway before the crowd got any bigger and put you in the spare muzzle he always carries, because usually he’s the one that ends up wearing it when anyone pissed him off too far.
Fastening the strap behind your head, Bakugou takes a step back to let you turn on your own. The muzzle is too big on you but it’ll make due until you get a better fitting one back at the agency. You’ve calmed down significantly and taken to keeping your eyes glued to the ground in shame, hands clenched in front of you like a child about to cry. He gets the position you’re better than anyone-being muzzled felt patronizing, specially when you already feel horrible.
“You’re supposed the be the friendly one between you and me” Bakugou still jabs a bit, in his own comforting way. He supposed that would change very soon however. He can already see the videos and posts making rounds on social media.
You squeeze your eyes with a groan, touching at your temple then rubbing at your hair, nursing a bad headache. “Can we just- not talk about this. Let’s just finish our patrol so I can talk to HR and go home.”
“Damn right. I don’t need you getting suspended from field work.” He scoffs, but a second later softens just a little. “This shit is… unbearable alone. I’ll end up in fucking archives before the end of the week.”
It gets a small out of you finally. “You really depend on me that much?” You tease.
“Fuck off. All I’m saying is I saved ya from crying over you reputation being ruined. I’d rip that nerd apart too if they ask me 100 fucking questions mid patrol.”
“Sure sure, I owe you one.” You wave him off but at least your mood improved. You adjust the oversized muzzle so it doesn’t sit as uncomfortably on your jaw and Bakugou looks at it, actually looks- realizing that it’s the first time he’s seen you muzzled. Passive and docile as you may be, he always knew you reacted with your teeth quicker than most omegas. He knew this and thought of it over and over and over, and why it stuck with him so much on especially restless days.
Before you can walk back to the main street, Bakugou speaks up. “You don’t have to take those suppressants if they make you feel bad, y’know.”
His heart starts hammering on his ribs when you look back at him with pinched brows and tilted head. “How else am I supposed to work while in heat?”
“A few days off won’t kill you. I can help-“
Bakugou figured a little too late it’s something more primal talking for him, the feelings he’s been trying to snuff out spreading in his gut and itching in his throat. He’s rigid where his stands but doesn’t dare to look away. You never liked pushy alphas so it’s just better for himself to take the rejection here and now and put an end to this pathetic pinning.
But you’re eyes are round, at a loss for words instead of snarling at him like you do with other alphas, and when the wheels turning in your head click on what he means, the sour scent you had all day long turns a little sweeter.
“But I…” you touch at the metal grate around your mouth. “I bite.”
Bakugou’s answer was on the tip of his tongue a long time ago.
i ADORE your writing! my favourite is the tentacle that goes all the way through! i've been imagining a scenario where it goes the other way (mouth to ass) and then curls up to fuck the human's cunt 😖😍
(This is the post being referenced.) Oh, that’s easy ~
I’m wandering out in the desert hills behind my house. The scrubland around me is dotted with brush, hardy trees, and the occasional buried cave entrance; one wrong step could easily send someone stumbling into a natural sandstone room with no easy exit. I know this as well as anybody out here does, and yet that doesn’t stop me from getting distracted by a passing rabbit and consequently sending myself feetfirst down a sandy incline that leads into a dome-shaped cave with a wide crack in one wall. I sigh in frustration from the floor of the place, looking back up the way I came; it would be easy to climb if it weren’t for the fact that the sand that forms it simply slides back downhill under my weight, taking me with it. Luckily, there’s still cell service out here, so I don’t think I’ll be trapped for too long.
Before I can even get my phone out of my pocket, though, I hear something from behind me. I whip around, taking a step back - and then I immediately try to take another step back as I see what was making the noise: a slithering, writhing mass of smooth, cylindrical tentacles, flowing from the crack in the wall like water. Unfortunately for me, my second attempt at putting distance between myself and the...thing sent my foot into the sand pile that made me fall in the first place, and so I’m left on my back, looking up at the thing as it looms over me. Immediately, my brain jumps to the tentacle porn I’ve seen over the years, and the mass in front of me fulfills the stereotypes by reaching for my belt right away, much to my chagrin.
I barely have time to even think about putting up a fight before it has me restrained, and all of my clothes are gone less than a minute later. I can only assume the worst from the creature that has a hold of me, but it defies my expectations by quickly shoving a tentacle into my mouth, rather than going for my exposed pussy or ass right away. I can feel by the way it flexes in my mouth that it’s far too tough for me to attempt to bite through, and there’s no way for me to force it out; the only thing I can do is just let it explore, coiling up in my stomach and seemingly unbothered by the acid.
For some reason, I feel...warm. Warmer than the heat outside should warrant, even. I don’t want to admit it, but I’m enjoying having my mouth violated by this thing. I’m enjoying it.
I start to enjoy it even more when the appendage finds its way out of my stomach, snaking down into my guts, and I shudder and my eyes roll back into my head as the arm strokes nerves that have never been touched before, sending entirely new sensations through my system, filling me impossibly. I can feel it exploring me from the inside out in a way that both confuses me and turns me on.
Before long, it speeds up, as though determined - and I suddenly feel it sliding out of my ass, impaling me all the way through as the muscular length flexes in my throat. I choke slightly and let out a strangled moan a moment later when I feel the tentacle abruptly plunge into my cunt. It starts fucking me at a relentless pace, slamming into me over and over again, and I arch my back, a combined yelp of surprise and pleasure muffled by the tentacle sliding back and forth through my entire body. The creature is essentially masturbating with my guts at the same time that it uses my pussy - I don’t care whether it’s aiming to breed me or not, because either way it feels good enough to make me shudder with my first orgasm of the day, pleading whines and drawn-out whimpers barely audible around the arm gagging me.
It keeps going like that for a while. I feel like every single nerve in my body is aflame, unused to being used so thoroughly, so completely - but loving it at the same time, absolutely loving it. I cum even harder when I feel the unnatural, deep sensation of the tentacle forcing its way through my cervix and into my womb, hitting the top over and over; the physical feeling combined with the knowledge that it probably intends to breed me tips me right over the edge again, my skin drenched in sweat and my entire body tense like a coiled spring.
Eventually, I notice the tentacle monster’s thrusts becoming jerkier, more erratic, and the tentacle itself is pulsing, as though with a racing heartbeat. I’m confused for only a moment before I realize that it’s probably going to cum soon. A thrill goes through my chest, and I’m tempted to beg, I want to beg, I want to beg it so badly to give me its cum - but the only thing I can to is try, and fail, to moan with pathetic, desperate need.
I don’t need to beg, though.
The tentacle suddenly shoves itself forward, more forceful than it’s ever been before, and I feel a large section of it coil up in my womb, stretching my walls outward. An instant later, a much stronger pulse goes through the thing, and I feel it flooding my uterus with hot seed, my belly almost immediately starting to bloat and hang heavier with the evidence of the tentacles’ attempted breeding. Successful breeding, I realize instinctively, somewhere in the back of my head - without even needing to think about it, I know that this thing just knocked me up, even though I don’t know what its babies look like or how long they’ll take to grow. My eyes flutter shut as I go limp with pleasure, shivering in ecstasy as I pass out from sheer exhaustion while my midsection continues to swell...
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