taishiro "fat gum" toyomitsu x size difference x fem!reader
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contains: size difference, choking, blow jobs, fingering, pro hero related emotional trauma, slight pain kink, belly bulge💖
a/n: soft fat gum sex because he deserves to be loved in all of his forms💖💖💖💖
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Fat Gum came in the door and was aggravated. The mission didn’t go well, and with the extra paperwork due to poor decision making on his intern's part, he didn’t get a chance to shower while they were still cleaned and not filled with the musky sweat of others. He didn’t expect to have to break up a fight between Kirishima and his boyfriend at his office on the way out the door either. While he might have laughed it off and sent them on their way, today their boisterous attitudes just compounded his sour mood.
Tomorrow he was going to have Kirishima and Tamaki spar quirkless until they passed out. Fat Gum just wants to go home and relieve his stress. Taking a thorough shower, getting into his house clothes, and probably falling asleep with you in his arms. His plan for when he got home was something he was set on, but when he saw you everything changed. You must have just gotten out of the shower you took before he came back home, your hair was still damp, sticking to your neck and forehead, and he could smell the lavender soap coming from your body and hints of the eucalyptus trailing through the apartment from the bathroom.
He thought “shower eucalyptus” was a weird purchase when he first saw it but it’s become one of his favorite parts of showering at home. You knew that he loved it, because he was always the one who bought fresh eucalyptus to replace. He saw you in the kitchen making him a protein smoothie, adding in his favorite fruits to hide the spinach and kale that he hates but knows he needs, in addition to a curry simmering away on the stovetop.
The combination of all of these things, the consideration you take in caring for him, the way you try to find small things to make his life a little more comfortable, helping him in small ways with his pro hero career. You are always acutely aware of him and his lifestyle, always trying to find small acts of service or lifestyle changes and he can’t even articulate how much appreciates you. Appreciates how respectful and understanding you have always been with him the entirety of your relationship.
His anger and annoyance faded into just sheer affection for you. Wanting to find comfort in your arms, melting into one of the only people he could truly be comfortable with, regardless of his form. You were surprised to find his strong arms wrapping around your torso, rather than hearing him call out his entrance. Before you could turn around and ask /is everything ok/ or /how patrol was/ he had buried his face in the crook of your neck with an aggravated groan that answered your unspoken questions.
You gave him a quick acknowledgement “Welcome home, Taishiro,” before using the blender to finish his smoothie. The blending was done and you are left unsure of what to do because you can’t reach any of the cabinets to grab a cub without moving. He recognizes your hesitation and uses his long arms to reach up and grab a random glass without even moving his head. You could tell that it was a bad day before but now you know that it is worse than normal.
“Love, let’s get you into the shower huh? You can have the smoothie now and the curry will be done after.” He lets you guide him into the shower with him still clinging to your back. The water can’t get hot enough, not hot enough to get the feeling of failure and annoyance out of his body. He took almost twice as long in the shower, but he still felt the remnants of dirt and blood on his body. Taishiro wanted to be back in your arms because he knew you were here for him, it was something he could rely on and your touch always brought small waves of relief.
You had stayed in the bedroom sitting in an office chair waiting for him to get out of the shower. Hoping that he would be a little more open after following through with his routine. He had left the smoothie on the bathroom counter. Long forgotten to him but to you, it was just an additional sign that Taishiro was having a bad day.
He didn’t say anything while he dried off and changed into a pair of boxer briefs and shorts. You watched him walk over to the bed and take a second to appreciate the freshly changed sheets and fluffed pillows. There is a soft smile on his lips as he drags his hand over it. You do your best to provide him with any source of comfort or safety when you know that days have been bad but today it doesn’t seem to be working too well. It’s fine, you know that sometimes his brain and body just need the time and reassurance that everything is fine.
He perches himself on the bed so there is the least amount of skin in contact with the sheets and leaves his head hanging down with his hands crossed. You didn’t do anything until he spoke in a tone that was almost always reserved for aftercare, asking you to come over to him.
Words almost always came easily to him, so hearing him so soft and unsure you take what he says with the weight that it deserves. Him sounding broken is such a foreign concept to you, your strong and reliable boyfriend, so you prepare to deal with the worst. You come over and stand in front of him, trying to decide on if you should touch him, or sit next to him, not wanting to exacerbate his situation. You end up on your knees so you’re almost at eye level. “‘Shiro, we don’t have to talk about it, but what can I do to help? I just don’t want to make it worse.” The concern in your tone makes him melt, sure, his friends and peers checked up on him after rough missions but rarely did people genuinely see him, him not just a shield or battering ram that blows and bad thoughts bounce off of. You were different, you always treated him like a person with feelings not just the happy-go-lucky persona he portrays.
His hands reach up to your face and hover just a few centimeters before he cups your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss. Your hands wrap around one of his fingers, knowing that at the very least, that his hands seem to be a safe place to touch. “Just want you. You make it better” The words are mumbled against your lips and almost inaudible. Your response is slow, wanting to let him melt into the kiss before pulling away.
“You’ll let me know if anything I do is too much right babe?” Even if Taishiro doesn’t want to talk about whatever is bothering him from patrol he is obviously upset and not knowing the cause makes it harder to treat the symptoms. You don’t want to say something or push a button you didn’t even know was there. He smiles down at you. His large size dwarfs you even if he isn’t at his biggest. In fact he is a lot smaller than what he normally stays at which just lends to the fact that something went wrong at work. He knows you have questions dancing in your mind but are putting Taishiro first and not asking for Fat Gum and for that he is eternally grateful.
He gives you a slow nod and you can see the relief in his eyes at not being pushed for answers he doesn’t have. You crawl into the space between his legs that he left open for you. Your lips are back on his in an instant, but there's nothing fast about the kiss itself. Slow, sensual and done to drown in each other and forget the rest of the world. You can feel the tension in the air slowly ebbing away and your hands on his cheeks move slowly into his hair and base of the neck.
His groan is quiet but you can tell by the way he's leaning into the touch and kissing with more fervor that you are on the right track. The neck is a mere stopping point to you trailing fingers down his back and resting it on his thigh. His breath hitches and he leans forward just a bit suddenly, just enough to clack your teeth together painfully. You can’t help the innate reaction of tightening the fist in his hair, afraid of falling backwards.
Taishiro was always gentle with you, especially in this form, maybe frantic or rushed at times but always touching with care and consideration that you might break. Pain for him on the other hand, he was literally built to take it. Based on the glazed over eyes and the tip of his tongue peaking out of his swollen lips is evidence enough that now is one of those times and you thread your fingers through his hair slowly before gripping it tight. The hand resting on his thigh rubs soft circles into the fat providing a soft contradiction to the sharp pinpoint pain in his scalp.
His lifted hips are an invitation to remove his shorts, to progress a little further. You didn’t really realize how into kissing he was until you heard the slap of his thick cock against his abs and the hiss from his throat that follows. Sitting back on your haunches you can see Taishiro getting back into his head, the sight of his bruised smaller body just a reminder of his failure earlier today. Tension rebuilding as the heat from your touch fades, his gaze directed at nothing.
“Hey, hey, hey,” your hands return to his cheeks and there's a momentary flinch but with a shaky breath he leans in, placing a kiss into your palm, “I promise I’m not going anywhere. Let me take care of you.” He nods into your hands as he blushes from the soft kisses you leave on his temples.
Pushing his shoulders back to give you space, your too small hands move to grasp at the base of his cock, just barely managing to wrap around it before guiding it towards your face. A kiss left on his head has him twitching in your hands. He can't actully see your face but the precum covered lips pulled into a smirk is always plaguing the back of mind when you are on your knees in front of him.
You swirl your tongue around the dripping head and look up at him with the biggest innocent doe eyed look you can as you tilt your head to the side and lick up and down his shaft trailing thick veins and following your mouth back up with your hands. Years of practice means you know how he likes to be touched like this, how you’d originally thought it would be a duller sensation just to learn it was the exact opposite when he was a panting twitching mess the first time you touched him in this form. It is physically impossible for you to take more than the head of him in your mouth in his fat form but that just means you can focus all of your attention on the sensitive pink flesh while your hands move absentmindedly.
You situate yourself at the tip of his dick, lips just grazing his slit with a ghosting touch. “Go ahead. Use me,” punctuating your statement with a kiss. He’s hesitant at first. A slow roll of his hips barely moving in your mouth but the sheer volume leaves you gagging. Humming around him encourages him to really listen to your request, to *use* you. To take control you are freely giving him and using your entire body to get himself off and out of his head until you are choking on his cum.
It hurts, it always does when Taishiro does this. Every small shift knocks the breath out of you until your hands falter, one falling to play with his balls and the other trailing the sensitive veins with a burning ghosting touch. It doesn’t matter how sore your throat is the scratch in your voice, no, none of it matters when you can feel the precum sliding down your throat and hear him cooing down at you. Every little good girl and just like that ruins you in the best way possible. You would take an innumerable amount of pain if it meant that he would feel better.
The low groans coming from his mouth and the twitching of his thighs are indication enough that his orgasm is close. His hand presses down on your head with enough force to guide you but not keep you there. Tears streaming down your face as you are pressed as far down as you can manage to swallow around him until he shoots down your throat with a groan.
You can feel a little more of his cock slide into your throat as he’s basking in his afterglow. Looking up at him, you can tell he’s shrunk down a little bit, much closer to his slim form than he was before. The adrenaline pulsing through his body must have finally calmed down and it resulted in his form deflating to its current status.
Wiping the back of your hand against your mouth you stand up and give him a soft kiss on the mouth. It conveys all of the love and admiration you have for him but also coaxes out whatever is bothering him, a reminder that you love him and aren’t going to judge him for whatever he thinks is his fault.
He lifts you up by your thighs and sit against the headboard, all the while kissing you gently. “Can I take care of you now, buttercup?” You look at him for a moment, trying to decide if you want to pus him on his day but the haunted look in his eye advises you against it. Maybe before bed, but right now, in this instance, he isn’t ready and needs to have a purpose. If that purpose is getting you off, so be it.
After you nod in agreement, he turns you around so your back is against his chest. His large fingers gently pull your shorts and underwear down and you remove your top at the same time.
You can feel Taishiro’s attentive gaze on your body when you lay back against him. It’s no longer nerve-wracking because there is nothing your body could ever do or look like that he would judge you for. He loves you, not your body. Well, he does love it, but that’s beside the point.
He positions your legs over his thighs so you are open for the taking. Your cunt is already slick from the excitement of giving him a blow job in his bigger form. The size difference scratches something in your brain that probably shouldn’t be there. Nonetheless, anytime you can get your hands on him in that form is a good time for you.
One of his hands cups a good portion of your chest while his thumb flicks at your nipple. Your head falls back with a soft whine and he chuckles at how easy you fall apart for him. If that didn’t boost his ego then the absolute pornographic noise you made when his ring finger slides up your slit is. He’s still big enough that taking most of his fingers would be difficult without preparation. That doesn’t stop him from rubbing at your clit and watching slick pool on the bed until he thinks you’re as wet as possible.
He knows you want him and he knows that you like just a little bit of pain, so there’s no hesitation when he starts rubbing his pinky against your hole. It feels massive, larger than some of the men you’ve slept with before but you are more than ready. Your hips buck up attempting to get it to catch, but anytime you miss it just hits your clit again and leaves you just a little more desperate and sloppy in your actions
He gives in on the fifth try because he can’t stand the desperation in your moan, not when it would be so so easy for him to give you what you want. Just a little push forward and your body tenses at the stretch. It hurts, but the soft baritone of his course rumbling all around you and the warmth of his hand on your torso works you through it. He pushes in a little bit deeper on each thrust until he’s hitting the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
One of your hands comes down to your stomach and presses down with a moan. “Fuck, ‘Shiro can feel you here. Mhm.” You can feel him shudder at how wrecked your sound and at the sight of your stomach bulging when he presses in.
“You’re so tight, baby. You’d feel so good on my cock.” Your pussy clenches at the thought of that. you don’t get to fuck him properly often with how difficult it is for him to get back to hero size. “Can you come for me, sweet pea?”
You nod frantically, feeling your orgasm building and burning like a live wire. He uses his thumb to come down to your clit and it’s clumsy due to the size but regardless the pressure he supplies is more than enough to have you screaming out his name as you grind down onto his hand with fervor, wanting to milk out every second of the pleasure.
You hear him humming and wake up on the couch. He sees you looking around dazed and he walks over chuckling. “You passed out, honey. I brought you out here while I changed the sheets and heated up dinner.” You smile up at him and see that his eyes are full of love for you and nothing else.
Loving a pro comes with its challenges and dangers but sometimes love is all they need to save them in turn.
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Contains: All porn, barely any plot, college au, established relationship, toji is still kind of a shitty dad, reader meets the parent... the fuckening ensues, megumi's dogs make an appearance but not in the furry way, use of daddy bc that is literally the prompt, reader is called "good girl", I guess cheating kinda, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!recieving), swallowing, dilfs
A/N: Cuck Megumi 2021 and in dilfs we trust (also this is not that late yay me) also blue text supremacy we are an iPhone family 💖
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Parent’s weekend. The three-day yearly event invented to convince your parents that the college tuition they were paying was worth every penny, and that you were getting a quality education. Your mom and dad couldn’t come out this year though, as they had promised they’d see your younger sibling this year at their university for the same event. Not that you minded the trade-off, you’d be too preoccupied doing keg stands and dancing the night away at the “orphan” parties. Those were the parties thrown by the students whose parents never came around. Your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro was the king of these parties- that’s actually how you had met. This year’s party was going to be even better than the previous ones- or so you thought. When you woke up that morning, you were surprised to have other plans:
Megs: My dad is actually in town this year.
You: Wait… in the 4 years we’ve been in school he’s never showed???
Megs: Yeah, he has a work break or something.
You: I thought you….
You: Don't you…. hate him? Don't... we hate him?
The we being your show of solidarity to your boyfriend.
Megs: Believe me if I could have said no I would have. He just showed up at my place.
Megs: We’ll have to rain check on the parties.
Megs: Bars next wknd?
You sighed at your phone. Looks like there wasn’t going to be a party after all. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t close to his father, but it was still important to make a good first impression, or so you told yourself. After all, even if he was shitty, he could very well be your father in law one day…
You: Well how about we have dinner? I can cook?
Megs: Don’t bother- he’s not really worth the effort.
You: Babe, c’mon. I’ll make your favorite!
You: At least let’s make the best out of it….
You: And I’ll even make dessert…
You snapped a picture of your newest lingerie set, which was placed neatly on your bed. That would get him for sure.
Megs: When you put it that way I’m not gonna say no…
Megs: Wear that to dinner and I’ll play nice.
Checkmate.
You: Good boy. I’ll be over in a bit.
Megs: Fuck off. Love You.
You responded with a simple heart and headed off toward the store to get dinner prepped. Playing wifey for a few hours was sure to make you look good. What could possibly go wrong?
When you got there, Megumi didn’t answer the door, but instead- a much bigger, older Megumi-type. He looked just like your boyfriend- a glimpse into the future if Megumi were to really start hitting the gym. Clad in nothing but a towel, he poked his head out of the door, adjusting the fabrics that lay around his waist.
“Well you… must be Y/N.” He wasn’t shy about anything.
“Don’t just stand there, come on in,” he opened the door wider, allowing you to see even more of him. His biceps had to be the size of your head , and that was just a rough estimate. He looked a lot younger than you expected too, his face was hard but youthful.
“I didn’t expect it to go this way either,” he quipped, calling you out on your obvious embarrassment. Your gawking wasn’t helping either. He seemed alright about it all though- much the opposite of you. He let out a hearty laugh, extending one hand while keeping the other tightly clad around the small towel that covered his lower half.
“Toji Fushiguro.”
Setting down one armful of groceries at the doorstep, you shakily took it- careful to breathe your way through the encounter. Of course you were flustered by the awkward overtones of your first introduction, but the fact that your boyfriend’s father looked.. like that, only added more fuel to the fire. You couldn't help but think that maybe this was why they didn’t talk much, or why Megumi never really liked bringing him- or any of his family really, up.
“Yep.. That’s me... Nice to meet you,” the words spilled from your lips as short, shallow gasps. You could barely look him in the eye as you took your first steps into the threshold of your boyfriend’s place.
“Sorry about this,” he remarked, addressing the elephant in the room.
“Megumi said you weren't going to be here for a few hours.”
He bent down to help you with the groceries, only to fully realize exactly the position he was in- opting instead to let you handle the bags of food as you took your first steps inside. Megumi’s dogs immediately greeted you, familiar with your presence. They urged you to squat down and give them a few good scratches behind their ears. You found yourself looking up at him again, noticing how the water of his interrupted shower ran down his chest and abdomen. Your mind snapped back into itself- reminding you of just exactly who you were speaking to. Pulling yourself back up, you took a deep breath and tried to push the heat out of your face, the flustered sensation starting to pinprick its way down your body.
“I- um, I wanted to come early to help out with dinner,” you stammered, starting to put your keys on your assigned hook in his place. The dogs were still swarming, brushing up against your exposed legs. Toji raked a hand through his stringy, wet hair, allowing you a fuller glance at his incredibly toned physique. For what it was worth, you’d never tell he was a father just by looking at him, let alone a father with an adult son like your boyfriend. They would be much more fitting passing as brothers- clearly Fushiguro genes were strong.
“Kind of you- I know my kid can’t cook to save his life.” Now that you were both inside and out of view of the neighboring complexes, he helped relieve you by taking two bags from your arms.
“You’re definitely a good girl.”
The comment threw you off slightly. You weren't sure if he was being sincere or patronizing, but it made your body feel like jell-o. The water clinging to his body slowly dissipated, the air drying him off, yet still leaving his body glistening at every curvature of his muscles. As you passed him to head to the kitchen, he followed closely behind. Your boyfriend’s father had a presence- it was heavy, present, and authoritative- but it also carried an air of mystere similar to that of his son.
You awkwardly chuckled, muttering in acknowledgement of his comment, trying not to fixate on his word choices too much. When you reached the kitchen, he helped place all of your ingredients on the counter, for some reason sticking very closely to you, and making it apparent before you crossed over to the sink to wash your hands and begin prepping. It was then that he made his way back to the door, voice trailing off as he left you alone.
“I'm sure you know where everything is- I can leave you to it.” He seemed polite enough. But it was also such an awkward encounter that there couldn’t be much room for anything else.
And he was gone. When he came back downstairs, he was fully clothed, much to your relief. You could barely focus on cooking, almost nicking your fingers several times over due to the fact that you couldn’t shake the sight of your boyfriend’s really hot dad- shirtless and dripping with water. It wasn’t helping that even though he had a shirt on, the fitted fabric still showed off his muscle definition. ‘You’re definitely a good girl’, looped in your head like a broken record. Just how good were you if this was starting to turn you on? Really, of all people, of all times, your boyfriend’s father? You needed to get a grip.
“So, since you’ve seen me pretty much naked- I guess I can skip the peasantries,” he called out from across the threshold, taking a seat in the living room. He wasn’t shy about anything- it was as if he had no shame at all. Maybe this was why he and Megumi hadn’t gotten along, he was definitely much more reserved than, whoever this was.
“Come have a seat,” he called from his space on the couch. As you peered over the kitchen island and out of the nook, you could see he created a small space for you next to him.
Sitting down, you made yourself as comfortable as possible, trying to make sure he wouldn't notice the heat on your cheeks or the way your voice cracked as you spoke.
“You’ve been dating my son for a while, haven’t you?”
“Um, about two years or so, yeah,” you replied, feeling a familiar sensation of butterflies begin to swell in your stomach.
“Well shit,” he sounded surprised. “I should have come around earlier than this.”
He leaned back into the couch, draping an arm around the back of it- and you- as he made himself more comfortable. His legs spread out, taking up most of the space on the cushions that were between you.
“So,” he continued. “Two years huh? You’re both happy, then, I take it.”
You fiddled with your fingers before nodding. It was small talk, but for some reason, it made the hairs on your neck stand up. You hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten to you, the tension in the air clouding your vision. The seconds of silence in the air were palpable, further silencing you by allowing a lump to form in your throat as he placed one hand on your thigh, slowly tracing a finger up to your dress’ hem.
“He makes you happy?” He asked again- a bit more insidiously this time, starting to tug at your clothing with his fingers and staring directly through you. His eyes were hungry- sinister even.
You were frozen. You wanted to move, to say something, say anything- but any resistance was futile. Fixing your mouth to say something instead you simply leaned forward, melting into his touch. He grazed your mouth with his, a feather light kiss that begged for more entry. Intoxicated by his presence, you could just barely trace the scar on his lip with your tongue, briefly remembering where you were and who you were with only for a second.
“I- what are you-” the moans you were exhaling became his green light.
“Shhh, you don’t have to pretend.” he hummed, slowly gathering your hair to push over your shoulder. The looming feeling of his frame behind you made your stomach flip. His breath was hot against your ear as he lowered his voice to a soft whisper that made your skin blister with goosebumps.
“I saw you. I knew from the moment I opened the door what you thought of me, y/n.”
His thick fingertips pushed their way underneath the strap of your dress, gently peeling the thin string from your shoulder and letting it fall down your arm. Your head lolled to the side, and then back against his chest, allowing Toji access to your unmarked neck. Slowly, you felt the sticky heat of his tongue run from your collarbone, to your ear, just barely pulling your earlobe through his teeth as he let out a low growl.
“Let daddy take care of that.”
His free hand roamed down your body, pulling your dress down fully to pool at the bottom of the couch, fully exposing yourself and your pretty new set- the one that you had worn for Megumi.
“Well look at how fucking pretty this is…” his words lit your skin ablaze.
“All this for my son, no doubt. We’ll make sure it doesn’t go to waste, yeah?”
You whimpered. He looked just like him. It wasn’t him- but you couldn’t stop yourself from falling further down the trap Toji had set.
Flipping you onto all fours, he quickly lined himself up with your hole, a lewd chortle coming from his mouth as you felt his spit replace a lack of lubricant. He was careful enough to push your delicate lace panties to the side without ripping them, still remarking how beautiful the set was as he gripped at the fat of your ass. Rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, he combined the wetness of your slick and his spit, opening you right up as he started to fuck into you. The stretch burned as Toji pushed further into you, hissing as he gave you more time to adjust to the girth. Even without the extra prep, he felt much different than Megumi- in a good way. You couldn't see him, but you could feel every single inch of him pressing further into your stomach, just barely knocking at the door of the spot you needed him in most.
“Tight fucking fit,” he remarked, blowing air from his lips. This time, he pushed all the way into you, sending your body lurching forward and causing a stream of lust-laced profanities to fill the room. As you cried out, your head flew backwards. Toji took this as an invitation to keep you there, taking a fistful of your hair and snapping your neck into place. You were looking up at him, tears of blissed out pleasure welling in your eyes as he stared. He licked his lips, taking the pad of the thumb on his free hand to trace your mouth, pulling it open by your bottom lip. In one swift movement, the hand cupping your face pushed your cheeks together, involuntarily pushing open your jaw as you saw a string of saliva leaving his mouth to hit your tongue.
“Swallow,” he commanded, abruptly pushing your face back down into the couch cushion.
Doing as you were told, you raked your lips through your teeth, drinking it all down; back arched like that of a cat as you relished in each kiss of his cockhead at your sweet spot.
“How’s that feeling, pretty thing?” His voice was dripping in false comfort as he picked up the pace, drilling your body ever so skillfully. One hand reached around your midsection to begin rubbing soft, teasing circles at your clit. Coupled with the dizzying pace of his hips and the heightened fear of the love of your life possibly walking through the door at any moment, you were slowly slipping into a new sensation; it was a sordid, sickening fear based pleasure, one that built up so much more pressure inside of you.
“It feels- hmhh-” you could barely get the words out. It felt like a cacophony of awe, joy, terror, and the most deliciously sinful pleasure you could ever feel.
“It feels good, daddy- so good.”
“Look at you, so close and I’ve barely given you my all,” he sounded pleased.
“We can’t have Megumi finding out about this, now can we, hmm?”
You shook your head, eyes widening out of fear that he’d stop- especially when you were this close. It would be the worst possible scenario, next to you getting caught on the couch like this. But somehow, some way, not being able to cum by Toji Fushiguro’s doing was still slightly the worst outcome.
“So then we can’t leave a mess,” he grunted, speeding up yet again, causing your toes to curl.
You felt yourself bracing as you began to white out, tightly clenching around him.
That’s it, he urged. “So good cumming for me just… like… that…”
He staggered his words, pulling out of you as you came down. Not giving you a second to adjust, he took your hair again, pulling you to the ground right in between his legs.
“Show me how good you are, sweet thing.”
Without hesitation, your mouth opened wide, ready to savor the taste of him. He didn’t hold back, cum oozing from his cock in quick, thick spurts directly to the back of your throat. Upping the ante, you took hold of his length, jerking him off onto your tongue yourself. Giving you a pleased smile, Toji wiped the corners of your mouth with one of his thumbs, taking it upon himself to get a taste of his own medicine.
“Such a good girl,” he purred.
There was a quick beat for both of you before you could hear a car alarm click in the driveway. Immediately panic setting in, you looked at Toji, who looked at you, seemingly unphased. He pressed a finger to his lips, picking up your dress and throwing it into your arms all while pushing you to the guest bathroom down the hall. He closed the door behind you, rushing to greet his son and buy you a few seconds to get your shit together.
“Where’s Y/N? Her car is here?” You could hear your boyfriend stepping into his space, inching feet away from where you had just been absolutely torn in half by his own father.
“I’m in the bathroom, Megs! Be right there!”
That was all you could manage, still savoring the flavor of Toji’s cum on your tongue.
This was going to make for an interesting parent’s weekend, for sure.
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mitsuki bakugou & inko midoriya x face sitting/strap x fem!reader
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contains: milfs💖, cheating (kinda it’s open but boundaries are not discussed and mitsuki’s relationship status is ambiguous), face sitting, humiliation, age gap, sex toys, under discussed boundaries, established izuku x reader, underwear, almost getting caught, threesomes
a/n: i’m a homosexual
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the damned collab
Inko is flustered when Mitsuki picks up the phone. She hasn’t sounded this flustered since she talked to little Izuku about the birds and bees. (Which Mitsuki followed up in a much more blunt and informative manner for both the boys once they hit high school.) But that was years ago, the boys have been out of school for what, four years now? Five? Fuck we’re getting old.
“What is it, Inko?” She’s always been so emotional and easily flustered, something that Mitsuki has been known to take advantage of.
“Well, Izuku has been staying here with his girlfriend over the weekend. And I was just doing my laundry- mine not theirs- and when I was folding it, I found…” she trails off into a blubbering mess but Mitsuki is quick to get her back on track, asking her to repeat that. “Well, um, I found her orange thong.At first I just thought it was a hair tie! You know one of those lacy frilly ones because it was so small but when I picked it up I figured it out! Oh this is so embarrassing, how do I just give them back! She's still here in Izuku’s room while he’s at a last minute meeting so I can’t sneak it back in their clothes.”
Mitsuki doesn't hide her laughter. This is only something Inko would get worked up about. As if they hadn’t owned skimpy garments like this back when they were younger. Hell, Mitsuki still has some stashed away for special occasions and she would better her bottom dollar so does Inko. “You could just give them to her. You know that right?”
Inko is adamant in her denial that she can absolutely not do that. Mitsuki comes over, with the intention of distracting Izuku’s girlfriend so Inko can sneak upstairs. But when she sees you over Inko's shoulder through the doorway she stops with her mouth hung open. You see her whisper something to Inko as you wave and continue into the kitchen to take out the cookies you were baking.
“Give me the underwear.”
Inko gasps, “What! Why! What about the plan?” She glances over her shoulder to make sure you couldn’t hear.
Mitsuki’s face is adorned with a grin reminiscent of Katsuki in battle, “Wanna make her squirm and blush. Bet she’d be cute. Mostly want to make sure she’s good enough for your darling boy though.” Inko doesn’t need to know that she does want to make sure you’re good enough for Izuku, but not in any way Inko would ever dream of. As Inko shoves them in her coat pocket, Mitsuki says loudly, “Oh shit, Inko! I forgot your apron at my house. Let me go grab it real quick and I’ll be back. Just give me five minutes.” Neither you nor Inko get another word out before Mitsuki runs off in a manner much giddier than you’d associate with the hot-head’s mother.
True to her word she returns, apron in hand and a grin on her face. She shoulders past Inko and meets you in the kitchen where she starts making a pot of tea for the three of you. “So darling, we’ve met but only in passing! How did you and Izuku meet?”
It’s funny how much she is like her son, forward and vexing in what you might call an endearing way. “Well, I work in the support department at the boy’s agency. I worked on Katsuki’s gauntlets a few times before Izuku came down for a boot redesign. He caught me mumbling and we just.. Hit it off I guess.” Mitsuki watches you smile and gesture around at nothing. ”Coffee turned into dinner and that turned into dates. It just kinda happened. And here we are eight months later and in a happy open relationship.”
“Well I’m glad for the both of you, you seem really happy. Maybe you can find someone for my brat to shackle down with. That’s probably asking too much of you though, we all know that he’s a lot to handle.”
You giggle at her, mischief in your eyes, “I think he’s got his eyes on someone, but his head is stuck so deep in his inferiority complex so it might be a while before anything happens.” Mitsuki files this away for later questioning but leaves it to rest for now.
“Well, let's take these cookies and tea to the living room and we can get to know each other a little more, yeah? I got plenty of embarrassing stories about those kids.” You follow her into the living room and meet Inko who is nervously sitting on the couch, eyes flickering between the two of you.
They watch you sit, carefully crossing your legs in your cute pink sundress before smiling up at them and asking how they met. Mitsuki regails you with some story that you're sure is more false than true but is entertaining nonetheless. It isn’t long before Mitsuki is asking you about your “dirty little secrets.” It catches you off guard, causing you to chuckle and ask just what she means by that.
“Well, I was a girl your age once, what do you get up to that Izuku wouldn’t want his mother dearest to know? It’ll just be between us girls.” It’s an uncomfortable question, north hat you are ashamed about your sex life, its realtively healthy and normal, but nothing you’d want to share with his mother of all people.
“Uhm, I’m not sure what you mean Mrs. Bakugou.” That smile returns as she pulls something out of her pocket, some type of fabric? Oh. Oh no. The cheshire grin on her face is juxtaposed by Inkos beet red embarrassed face and you just know she found them. “I am so embarrassed. I know it’s just underwear but I’m sorry you found them Inko! God this is so awkwa-”
“This isn’t even enough to be considered underwear. There’s barely any fabric here. I bet you wear these when you want Izuku to bend you over.” Mitsuki’s gaze is appraising, reading your body language, the heat in your checks, shifting of thighs and averted gaze. She must like what she sees because she continues. “Then why did you bring them wiht you here, did you want him to fuck you in his childhood bedroom? Did you suck his dick while his mom was home?” You don’t answer and she looks to Inko, “Well, did you hear anything that you wish you hadn’t? Hear her cute little moans maybe? Filtering through your bedroom wall while you try to sleep at night?” The greenette is staring down at her lap, red cheeks evident to all.
Somehow this woman in front of you has transformed into a demon and has both you and your boyfriend's mother under her thumb. Playing with you both like little dolls for her entertainment. She Stands up and stalks over to you slowly, dropping the lace on your lap and waits, glancing between you and the fabric. You swallow and stand up to pull them on underneath your dress.
“Oh ho ho. Was this naughty little girl prancing around the house in this short little dress, entertaining her bosses mothers with no panties on?” You feel compelled to nod, like your body is moving without your approval as you lift your dress up to show the snug straps over your hips and small triangle of lace covering not much of anything. Mitsuki lets out an appreciative hum, motioning for you to twirl. A harsh smack lands on your ass as you comply. You see both of them watch it jiggle as you look over your shoulder scandalized at the action.
To be honest you aren’t surprised at Mitsuki, not with the way she was just walking, but Inko? Sweet little Inko who’s been nothing but an angel to you the whole time you’ve known her? No, you didn;t expect her to be staring at your ass in the same way her son does when he sees that little string swallowed up by your cheeks. You go to let the fabric fall and leave, overwhelmed with what's going on but Mitsuki is already behind you, hands running up your body and dragging the cotton fabric of your dress up with it.
As she pulls it over your head, you are staring at Inko with a mixture of lust and confusion as your tits fall free, bare for her to drink in. You should be embarrassed, standing near naked in front of these two mothers, mothers of our bosses, your boyfriend's mother. But the attention they are giving you, like your a gift, the apple of their garden, forbidden but ripe for the taking.
It makes you feel desired, powerful, someone who could hold all the control if you wanted to. Like you could control Inko, twist her around your finger every which way. That you drew this type of energy out of Mitsuki, it’s a heady drug. Like a goddess, of the dark seedy underworld where mothers lust for you but in the same breath of spring, a fresh breath of air, a light playful thing, mischievous and fun.
Mitsuki pulls you out of your staring contest with a snap of the strap on your hip. You turn back to see her in her sleek black skirt and a black lace bra looking just the picture of elegant beauty and power. And the gleam in her eye as she looks you over with a smirk makes you realize that you have no power here. The small warm hand on your hip just cements the fact. You are powerless between the two. A charming devil on one shoulder and a doting angel on the other.
Inko is hesitant in the way she touches you, unsure in what is allowed but desperate to push the boundaries and just take. The soft kisses along your shoulder blades are evident of that. In between the ones she's leaving you and Mitsuki’s long fingers teasing your nipples you find yourself walking to Izuku’s room and sitting on the bed. Inko and Mitsuki are looming over you and you try to figure out where this is going next but so far just letting it happen has been more than fun.
Mitsuki slaps Inko’s ass and tells her to see how good she kisses, see if she treats her little boy right. Inko is more than happy to comply, scrambling up into your lap and pushing you down into the bed. Her lips are small and soft and pleading for more. You open up her mouth and she honest to god moans as she slips her tongue in. You can feel Mitsuki unbuttoning Inko’s shirt, undressing her as she’s sitting on your lap. GIving you the most twisted present you could ever want. All this soft skin for you to touch, to kiss, and worship like the angel she is.
She whimpers when Mitsuki pulls her skirt off, leaving her in her cotton underwear and plain bra and all you can focus on is the wet patch you can feel growing from her crotch pressed on your stomach. You see her kiss swollen lips and pupils blown wide. It looks like there’s some type of regret trying to cross her features but when you grasp her ass and drag her cunt along your stomach it fades away with eyes rolling back into her head.
Mitsuki kneels down to whisper in your ear, “Doesn’t she look so pretty like that. Moaning like a whore from a little action. Don’t you want to hear more of those pretty noises?” You nod, looking up at her like she hung the sun, ready and willing to do what she asks. You can feel inko rocking her hips against you, a hand grasping your tit for balance.
You look at Inko, begging her to tell you what she wants, more than willing to give it to her. In the end, neither of you make that decision. Mitsuki pushes her up your chest until she straddles your shoulders. Inko tries to shuffle away rambling about how she's concerned about hurting you or being too heavy but your arms are already wrapped around her thighs and lips leaving bruising marks right alongside them.
Her legs are coated in arousal and your spit before Mitsuki slowly pushes her down onto your tongue after catching her by surprise with a kiss. You can taste the arousal caught in her panties and the warmth of your tongue makes her let out a yelp that turns into a moan. You chuckle and press a kiss against the fabric before you nudge them to the side with your nose and dive in with a fervor.
Her weight pressing down on you feels like heaven, you must have died and moved on and the noises coming from above you are the trumpets at the gate, angels welcoming you home, something ethereal. Your tongue tasting the rivers of milk and honey pouring from her as she ruts against you. It’s intoxicating and you forget about your corporeal form until a pair of hands spread your legs apart for someone to move in between.
Mitsuki’s touch lights a fire in your gut, fingers dipping into your hole quickly before pulling out. You can hear a muffled laugh and she’s so wet from making you feel good. Isn’t she a good little girl? It’s shameful, the way your gut clenches and flops at her words, the consent making you queasy but the doting tone willing you to agree.
A blunt head is pressed against you and stays right there, teasing you with what is to come but never giving in. Rolling your hips doesn’t help to fully catch it in your hole but it must be a pretty enough sight for her to give in and bottom out in one sharp thrust at jolts you forward.
Inko almost falls over but a firm fist in your hair keeps her upright and chasing the pleasure. Mitsuki’s sharp and near brutal pace makes it difficult for you to focus on Inko but you have to. Have to keep hearing all those pretty sounds. You focus on suckling at her clit, flicking at it with your tongue before sliding down to press at her hole. You slide in easily and with every roll of her hips your nose catches on her clit causing them to stutter.
You can tell she’s close and nothing in the world could stop you from bringing her there. Your wet and sloppy but its doing the triick, slurping at her folds, thumbing at her clit while you fuck her hole with your tongue, it doesn’t take long before theres a waterfall of ambrosia pouring down your face and Inko falls over next to you boneless.
Mitsuki must be proud of you or happy that all your attention is on her, either way she gets into your space and licks Inko off of your face before grasping your jaw open and spitting in your mouth. “Hold it. Mouth open.” You do just that and she nods looking at that little fuckdrunk look on your face.
She picks up her pace, fucking you fast and fucking you stupid. Inko’s mouth latches onto one of your nipples catching you by surprise and a weak whine slips out. She coos, “Aw a cute little baby. I get why Izuku likes you, lookin’ up all doe eyed while being fucked open. I know I love it. Love how tight you are around my cock. Fuck, darlin’.”
You feel like lava is flowing through your veins, fire licking at your lungs, your brain leaving it scorched until nothing is left but her. Your throat is dry and you want to cry out, let out the noises building in your chest but you have to be good. Keep her spit in your mouth until she tells you to swallow.
Inko’s hands are joined by Mitsuki’s roaming over your body leaving nothing untouched. You are a live wire ready to overload and shut down. Soft fingers rub against your clit beckoning forward the black out and it's just as strong as you expected, A supernova of pleasure from the mused hairs on your head to your curling toes rippling out from where Mitsuki fucks you through it.
She doesn’t stop even when your back hits the bed again. Her pace slows but it doesn’t matter when every thrust burns as you try to scramble away from the cooling embers of pleasure that's quickly turning into white hot pain.
You feel her shudder and grind in against you and let out the softest noise any Bakugou has ever uttered and it’s an entirely enchanting moan. She rolls her hips through her organs, riding through the pleasure on the straps of her harness before she pulls out and stands on shaky legs. Only then does she let you swallow.
Inko shuffles away quickly, urging her to sit and returns with some wet cloths. She dutifully and delicately cleans both of you up, showering you in praise and soft kisses against the cleaned skin. Mitsuki grumbles far more about the words than you did but puts up no real argument.
The three of you lay on Izuku’s childhood bed for longer than you probably should. The door opening was near inaudible but Izuku’s loud call for the both of you shatters the silence your trio was basking in. Mitsuki and Inko hurriedly dress to meet him downstairs and buy you some time to regain your senses and put your wracked self back together.
You see Mitsuki stop by the door and you drearily turn your head to look at her. “For what it’s worth, I think you probably treat Izuku pretty well.”
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We’re finally here! Kinktober II: Multiplayer hits the shelves October 1st! Here is our OFFICIAL list of all levels available for gameplay, which will be updated daily at 8pm EST! All pieces by Kristen (@honey-makki) are highlighted in green, and those by Daisy (@heauxzenji) in purple. We are excited to play with you all!
October 1 & 2 Jujutsu Kaisen DOUBLE FEATURE:
Accidental After Party: Yuuji Itadori x Sexting
Puppet: Ryomen Sukuna x Blackmail
10/3 Red-Handed: Reki Kyan x Getting Caught
10/4 In Spectre: Shinichiro Sano x Spectrophilia
10/5 Flipturn: Momo Yaoyorozu & Kiyoka Jiro x Sensory Deprivation
10/6 Worth the Wait: Atsushi “Akkun” Sendo x Delayed Gratification
10/7 Love Language: Shoyo Hinata x Body Worship
10/8 Curaçao: Satoru Gojo x Mirrors
10/9 Future Seer: Takemichi Hanegaki x Wet Dream
10/10 Iku || Izu: Izuku Midoriya x Breeding
10/11 Straight No Chaser: Langa Hasegawa x Striptease
10/12 Mange Moi: Izana Kurokawa x Biting
10/13 Succor: Taishiro “Fat Gum” Toyomitsu x Size Difference
10/14 Seoltang: Toge Inumaki x Food Play
10/15 honeyhitoka: Hitoka Yachi x Mommy Kink
October 16 & 17 Tokyo Revengers DOUBLE FEATURE
All Mine: Souya “Angry” Kawata x Posession
False Ire: Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata x Coercion
10/18 Eyes Off You: Hitoshi Shinso x Brat Taming
10/19 Moll: Chifuyu Matsuno x Sugar Daddy
10/20 Slice: Issei Matsukawa x Knifeplay
10/21 Reminiscent: Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo x Tit Fucking
10/22 Triple Double: Ran & Rindo Haitani x Dumbification
10/23 Stress-Induced: Katsuki Bakugo x Glory Hole
10/24 In Bloom: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki x Rimming
10/25 Laundry Day: Mitsuki Bakugo & Inko Midoriya x Face Sitting/Strap
10/26 A Good First Impression: Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink
10/27 Sin and Punishment: Shuji Hanma x Birthday Sex
10/28 Compos Mentis: Nieto Monoma x Mindbreak
10/29 Practicum: UA Big Three x Corruption
10/30 She’s my Collar: Rintaro Suna x Pet Play
HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Tokyo Roulette: Tokyo Manji Gang Founding Members x Gangbang- an interactive ficlet
Special Thanks to our preorder players- you’ll be the first to know when each level unlocks! (if your url is in bold- dm us or check your privacy settings!)
Brainrot returns in the sequel of the cult classic Brainrot Kinktober.
Kinktober II: Multiplayer is an expansion of the original, bringing in characters from other fandoms and putting them through the wringer. There are new faces and mechanics, but stays true to the original with familiar characters and ideas, but the most important returning part is… you.
Kinktober II: Multiplayer hits the shelves October 1st at 8PM EST.
Don’t be afraid to play with the lights out…
October 1 & 2 JJK DOUBLE FEATURE:
Yuuji Itadori x Sexting || Ryomen Sukuna x Blackmail
October 3- Reki Kyan x Getting Caught (sk8)
October 4- Shinichiro Sano x Spectrophilia (tokyo rev.)
October 5- Momo Yaoyorozu & Kiyoka Jiro x Sensory Deprivation (bnha)
October 6- Atsushi “Akkun” Sendo x Delayed Gratification (tokyo rev.)
October 7- Shoyo Hinata x Body Worship (hq!)
October 8- Satoru Gojo x Mirrors (jjk)
October 9- Takemichi Hanegaki x Wet Dream (tokyo rev.)
October 10- Izuku Midoriya x Breeding (bnha)
October 11- Langa Hasegawa x Striptease (sk8)
October 12- Izana Kurokawa x Biting (tokyo rev.)
October 13- Taishiro “Fat Gum” Toyomitsu x Size (bnha)
October 14- Toge Inumaki x Food Play (jjk)
October 15- Hitoka Yachi x Mommy Kink (hq!)
October 16 & 17 Tokyo Rev DOUBLE FEATURE
Souya “Angry” Kawata x Posession || Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata x Coercion
October 18- Hitoshi Shinso x Brat Taming (bnha)
October 19- Chifuyu Matsuno x Sugar Daddy (tokyo rev.)
October 20- Issei Matsukawa x Knifeplay (hq!)
October 21- Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo x Tit Fucking (sk8)
October 22- Ran & Rindo Haitani x Dumbification (tokyo rev.)
October 23- Katsuki Bakugou x Glory Hole (bnha)
October 24- Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki x Rimming (sk8)
October 25- Mitsuki Bakugo & Inko Midoriya x Face Sitting/Strap (bnha)
October 26- Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink (jjk)
October 27- Shuji Hanma x Birthday Sex (tokyo rev.)
October 28- Nieto Monoma x Mindbreak (hq!)
October 29- UA Big Three x Corruption (bnha)
October 30- Rintaro Suna x Pet Play (hq!)
HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Tokyo Manji Gang Founding Members x Gangbang- an interactive ficlet
Creator @honey-makki will post the first level and then alternate with co-creator @heauxzenji. Levels will be accessible for play at 8pm EST each day.
Will you level-up when the kinks go bump in the night?
Link to pre-order (join the taglist) here- if you dare....
Content Warning(s): biting IS a love language, unestablished relationships, unprotected sex, no pulling out we die like men, drug use (yay weed), reader doesn't wanna talk about her feelings, marking, some pet name use, mentioned bruising, this is heavily unedited
A/N: Belladonna is quite honestly the BEST pentane to come to me for this fic and maybe ever. This also has the most poetic opening I have ever come up with thank you Kwis and Reiko for being my betas and besties who were forced to beta
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Some people are meant to be loved, and others are meant to be naked.
The hazy evening rendezvous always began like this; a little smoke to get his eyes to flutter- a ghosting touch here, a plume of shotgunned smoke, a lazy kiss there- and then, off come your clothes. It’s a fair arrangement. Neither of you are worried about anything or anyone else at the moment- he knows you have plenty of others lined up, and that you only texted him back because he’s lucky. You feel the same about him, minus being lucky of course. Killing time like this was easier, and there weren't the messy entangled feelings afterwards. The itch was scratched, and you both were able to have a plate full of cake- and eat it too.
It was always his neck.
Long, beautiful, delicate, clean.
You traced a line from his jaw down his neck, paying special attention to be slow enough to feel his pulse. It always sent a chill coursing down your body to think that the balance between life and death was so easily seen just underneath his skin.
It’s always been so sensitive. He shuddered at the contact between his skin and your tongue. The thick scent of his spiced cologne gets caught in your nose, and his slightly salty skin picks up on your tongue- your favorite flavor. Pulling the skin of his earlobe between your teeth, a low growl escapes his throat. Moving lower, you begin to lick and nip your way down his lithe body, leaving a rash of tiny, red marks as your teeth begin to make a map of your unclaimed territory. Each time you sunk your teeth into his skin, there was an angelic and overwhelmingly pornographic moan rippling through the air- the symphony of honeyed sin. Your favorite part was always getting him undressed- the way you’d devilishly swirl your tongue around the barbell in his navel, stopping to drag the metal between your teeth as he pins you there. He snakes one hand up your back, snapping your head back by your hair. The glint of fear in your eyes at the sudden shift in power has his cock twitching in his pants.
As Izana pulled you up, his hands stopped roaming your body and found their way to your hips, rutting them down to grind you into his lap. It’s only when he starts to toy with your clothed cunt- when he’s palming at you through the lace panties that are barely there to begin with- that you start to give in, moaning into his mouth. Slipping the fabric to the side, you’re able to feel the song and dance beginning to ramp up. Izana already had his free hand under your shirt, freely roaming at the exposed patches of skin. You broke your kiss to fling your shirt above your head, allowing him more access to kiss and nip his way down your neck and to your chest. He latched on to the space between your neck and collarbone almost immediately, leaving harsh bites that he thereafter soothed with his tongue, marking your skin with deep red and purple lovebites that were less rooted in the word of origin, and more deeply seated in pure carnal desire.
He had a vice grip on your hips with his thumbs pressing into the small hollows of your back as he sat you down on his length, savoring every second of you slowly sinking down. With a shaky exhale at the feeling of fullness, your eyes fell just in front of his, glossed over in a heavily lecherous gaze, mouth forming a soft ‘o’ as you released a soft yet exasperated moan.
“There she is,” he cooed. “My beautiful belladonna.”
A blistering heat spread from your core to everywhere else in your body at the contact he made with your sensitive nerves, coupled with his honeyed compliments. Catching your breath, you lifted yourself slightly, using his thighs as leverage as he scooped you up and laid you down on the couch, crawling on top of you and placing messy open-mouth kisses to your lips. You could smell his cologne as you bit down on his shoulder, bracing for him to pick up the pace. As he dipped into you, a cry of pleasure immediately escaped your lips as he began to pound away at your walls. He places a hand at your hip and uses the free one to arch your back toward him by your neck, each of his thrusts deepening as he makes the motion to press into the sides of your neck and also the fresh lovebites once again.
It sometimes felt like Izana was practically made for you- which is nice because some of the other gang guys you’d been with were way too much, but never Izana. It was perfect every time. But you couldn’t let yourself get lost in that. He was only good for one thing, and the one thing he was good for, was always delivered.
Moving your lips back to his, you tugged a bit at his bottom lip, biting him particularly hard in an effort to assert yourself.
“Not yours,” you breathily hummed in defiance, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you worked your hips against him, making sure to work yourself up to something that was frenzied but equally familiar. He sped up his thrusts, jackhammering into your cunt with precision, head of his cock hitting your sweet spot at just the right angle. The sudden change in pace sent you flying into his chest, stabilizing your already pliant body by gripping onto the cushions behind you. Your eyes snapped shut as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, a chain of strained profanities lingered from your lips and onto his skin.
“What was that?” His tone shifted at your denial.
“So then,” he questioned. “Who on your list could possibly be better than me?”
He was beginning to grow sloppy in his thrusts, eyes squinting as his face went red and he started to strain. He was peaking, and so were you- but you had to really get to him to get what you wanted. The suggestion hung in the air, only punctuated by your ragged breathing that squeaked from your throat, raw from straining and holding in the moans of your impending high.
“I asked you a question, Bella,” he spat, jerking your head back to look at him again. He was right where you wanted him, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed neck. He couldn’t control himself, now being driven by nothing more than the feeling of the sins of your flesh. Like belladonna and nightshade, you both were a match for each other made in the worst way.
“Tell me- now….”
You still didn’t give in.
Your refusal to answer him pushed him over, just the way you wanted it to. In the blink of an eye, Izana had sunk his teeth right into your neck, biting down as hard as he could. The pain morphed its way into the most twisted pleasure, cunt immediately seizing around his cock as you screamed his name into the ether. He only pressed down harder, gripping the precipice of your neck with his teeth and your hips with both hands, fucking your now boneless frame through his own high, the warmth of his cum filling your insides to the brim.
Coming down, you collapsed into him, your own teeth biting into his shoulder now, for sure leaving a mark. He didn’t let up either, even past the point of you both reaching your respective highs, he kept battering your cunt, churning your release together with his.
“T-Too much! Too much!” you yelped, falling away from him.
Your body writhed in its space next to his, barely able to catch your breath as the sting of all the fresh marks on your body slowly began to prick you all at once.
“You know that you’re mine now, right?” he huffed.
“Still not,” you replied. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
It was always like that. You weren’t stupid. Getting into bed with someone like Izana was one thing, but you’d never- never risk anything more. Some people are meant to be loved, but you know that he isn’t. Not by you at least, not in this lifetime.
Even when sleeping, he was ethereal. The simple rise and fall of his chest gave way to soft exhales that were barely audible even in the surprisingly still twilight hours. You could lay here like this forever, just listening to his continued existence. Izana stirred a bit, still under total cover of slumber, but turning now to face you instead of away, head gently nestling itself in your chest as he let out a bigger exhale. You smiled into his hairline, gently kissing his ice blond crown.
You wouldn’t be there when he woke, but you’d be ready for another tryst in a few weeks, because for you, while not meant to be loved, being naked was just as perfect.
There is still time to play the game here. if your url is bolded and stricken please dm one of us to get you on the next fic!
Brainrot returns in the sequel of the cult classic Brainrot Kinktober. Kinktober II: Multiplayer is an expansion of the original, bringing in characters from other fandoms and putting them through the ringer. There’s new faces and mechanics, but stays true to the original with familiar characters and ideas, but the most important returning part is… you.
Kinktober II: Multiplayer hits the shelves October 1st at 8PM EST.
Don’t be afraid to play with the lights out…
October 1 & 2 JJK DOUBLE FEATURE:
Yuuji Itadori x Sexting || Ryomen Sukuna x Blackmail
October 3- Reki Kyan x Getting Caught (sk8)
October 4- Shinichiro Sano x Spectrophilia (tokyo rev.)
October 5- Momo Yaoyorozu & Kiyoka Jiro x Sensory Deprivation (bnha)
October 6- Atsushi “Akkun” Sendo x Delayed Gratification (tokyo rev.)
October 7- Shoyo Hinata x Orgasm Denial (hq!)
October 8- Satoru Gojo x Mirrors (jjk)
October 9- Takemichi Hanegaki x Wet Dream (tokyo rev.)
October 10- Izuku Midoriya x Breeding (bnha)
October 11- Langa Hasegawa x Striptease (sk8)
October 12- Izana Kurokawa x Biting (tokyo rev.)
October 13- Taishiro “Fat Gum” Toyomitsu x Size (bnha)
October 14- Toge Inumaki x Food Play (jjk)
October 15- Hitoka Yachi x Mommy Kink (hq!)
October 16 & 17 Tokyo Rev DOUBLE FEATURE
Souya “Angry” Kawata x Posession || Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata x Coercion
October 18- Hitoshi Shinso x Brat Taming (bnha)
October 19- Chifuyu Matsuno x Sugar Daddy (tokyo rev.)
October 20- Issei Matsukawa x Knifeplay (hq!)
October 21- Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo x Tit Fucking (sk8)
October 22- Ran & Rindo Haitani x Dumbification (tokyo rev.)
October 23- Katsuki Bakugo x Glory Hole (bnha)
October 24- Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki x Rimming (sk8)
October 25- Mitsuki Bakugo & Inko Midoriya x Face Sitting/Strap (bnha)
October 26- Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink (jjk)
October 27- Shuji Hanma x Birthday Sex (tokyo rev.)
October 28- Nieto Monoma x Mindbreak (hq!)
October 29- UA Big Three x Corruption (bnha)
October 30- Rintaro Suna x Pet Play (hq!)
10/31 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Tokyo Manji Gang Founding Members x Gangbang- an interactive ficlet
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Contents/Warnings: sex under the influence (alcohol), meaningless hookup, Gojo calling reader 'toots' because he can, Gojo is a male thot and enemy of the state but reader is just as bad tbh, pull out method best method, kinda unsanitary hookup (lol bar bathroom), oh and idk how we got to thumb in ass level but we did so that's in there.
A/N: Gojo has toots privileges and that is all I will say.
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Bars like this aren’t your usual scene.
You figure you’d fare much better in one tonight though, after all, the advertised “Ladies Night” had seen its fair turnout of fresh blood. And the drinks were pretty stiff, so even if you did strike out it wouldn't be in vain if the space between your eyes was fuzzy and your heart was comfortably numb. Absentmindedly stirring at your amf, you hadn’t noticed him sitting next to you until he spoke.
“I’ll have what she's having.”
The voice was a little higher than what you were expecting, but still velvety enough to hold your attention. He slid a card across the table, looking at you through small framed circle lenses.
What kind of douche wears sunglasses in a bar… that’s already dark?
You kept your eyes trained ahead, sneaking small glances at him from your peripheral. But he seemed fixated on you. His eyes never left your frame, not even when the bartender slid him his drink. He sucked the cocktail down, staring daggers through you as he finished it in one go. Where he went after that was unknown. He sort of disappeared into the void of everyone that was out on the dance floor. It wasn’t much of an interaction, but there was something that stirred you enough to know that it wasn’t the end.
3 shots of liquid courage later, and here you were, sucking the curaçao stains off the lips of a beautiful stranger. His hands lazily roamed your body, one hooking a leg up and around his waist. If you had any reservations about what was happening, he wouldn’t have been able to tell- the heat rising on your cheeks and between your legs were the most open invitation you could be giving him.
Quickly, his hands found their way underneath your dress, fingers just barely tapping at your sex as he fumbled with the hems of fabric that blocked him from your folds. Your eyes began to screw shut as his mouth found the sweet spot of your neck, teeth sinking into your soft, perfumed skin.
“We-haaa-sh- We shouldn’t…” you moaned. “N-not here…”
“Then let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested. You looked at him again, confusion clouding your face both at his suggestion and the fact that you couldn’t see his eyes.
“C’mon then,” he chirped after a second, taking your hand and heading toward the back of the bar.
“I know a place.”
You could taste the anticipation that coated his tongue as your mouths worked in tandem. Pushing you backwards, you both stumbled into the dimly lit bathroom, Gojo making sure to lock the door behind you- but never leaving you un-kissed. This had to be ‘the place.’ It was literally a dirty bathroom, but it would do. It was hard to see, let alone breathe or orient yourself, stopping for a quick second near the sinks to stare at him longingly. You could finally get a good look at him, sliding his glasses up and over his head. His face was clearly flushed, but beautiful. His eyes were just as blue as the adios you had at the bar, but even more intense when they were framed by white blond hair and long, delicate eyelashes of the same color.
Taking a quick second for pleasantries, he indulged you with a name- Satoru. Satoru Gojo. Good enough for you, Satoru was easily moanable and to be quite honest, it didn’t matter what his name was as long as you were able to score. You could tell he felt the same, so it would be a very even match, one that could be impossible to leave you disappointed.
You clutched the sink as he yanked your head back, positioning you perfectly to look at just how fucked you were- literally and figuratively. Your dress was hiked just above your hips, fully exposing what little was there to be left to the imagination. Foregoing underwear for the night was a pretty good idea, you were already glistening from the alcohol, and he couldn’t wait to feel you.
“Look alive, sunshine,” he teased, lowering his head just behind your ears. You felt him slide the head of his cock between your folds, arching your back in an effort to feel more. He happily obliged, slowly sliding the head in and past the first ring of soft, warm muscle inside you. He whispered into your ear, voice low and dripping with intoxicated innuendos.
“You’re not gonna want to miss a second of this.”
You threw your head back at the feeling of his cock gently stretching your walls. You muffled your wince at the size with a moan, the twisted look of your reflection in front of you seemingly egging him on as a sinister smile slowly spread on his face. At first it was slow, making sure he could feel every inch of himself entering you as you adjusted to the pleasure of fullness. You could only manage a few half sobs, eyes locked into his gaze through the mirror as your mouth lolled open to say words that would never be able to come out.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice filled your ears, hips snapping against the flesh of your ass as he took you. Keeping a fistful of your hair, it seemed like Gojo was gripping onto it for dear life as he thrusted, craning your neck to meet his face.
“Harder, please- harder,” you squeaked.
He was barely tapping at your sweet spot, and he knew it was driving you crazy. You could barely keep your body standing, it was going limp as your knees buckled. Through glassy, hooded eyes, you could see him in the reflection of the mirror in front of you, fixating on how much finesse he was using to pull you apart from the inside. His hands seemed to engulf your waist every time he buried himself deeper into you. You swiveled your hips around a few times, trying your hardest to feel something more, only to earn a pointed smack to your ass and a hurried ‘aht- ah’ from Satoru.
“Not yet, toots,” he chided.
“I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
A lewd chortle came from his throat as he aimed his lips to spit directly onto your asshole, watching it slide its way down the crack as he traced the trail with his thumb. Bringing the wetness up again, he teased you there before plunging his thumb inside, sending you lurching forward with a splintered cry of pleasure.
“There it is,” he chuckled, beginning to pick up the pace as he dragged himself in and out of your cunt, a sloshing sound building up inside your walls. His thumb twisted from side to side with each pump, further adding to the tension building in your chest and abdomen. You could barely string your words together, the only thing coming out was mangled please and chants for more. You were too close, you could feel it coming. So could he.
He finally let your hair go, head immediately falling forward and almost knocking against the sink, the head rush sending tingles down to your core as you clenched around his cock- vision whiting out. Your body started to ripple through with a numbing euphoria as he tightened his grip around your hips. Your moans culminated into a fever pitch as he hit your sweet spot once more, a vulgar squelch coming from between your legs as you gushed on top of his cock, your essence spilling over his abdomen. He followed suit, quickly pulling out in time to get his hot, white spurts of cum on your thighs, praising you all the while coming down.
It took a second for you both to stabilize, him helping you to stand and readjust your dress while also tucking his shirt back into his jeans and fixing his now disheveled icy locks in the mirror he just watched himself absolutely ruin you in. You took some time to fix your makeup before retreating to a stall to actually clean yourself up a bit more.
When you returned, he was gone- but not far away. He waited for you outside the door, watching the coast and making sure it was good for both of you to go. Stepping outside of the bar, the air was particularly cooling against your skin. The adrenaline of your encounter still reverberated in your chest as you reached your arm out to hail a cab back to your place- only to be stopped by a loud whistle and the screeching of tires. Looking back behind you- it was him.
As the cab stopped, he held the door open, ushering you inside. Your legs felt like jello still, so you were grateful for the support. He shut the door for you as you rolled down the window to get a few more breaths of fresh air. He leaned in a bit, stopping just inside the cab’s frame.
“Get home safe,” he purred.
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