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#tw: public sex
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I cant stop thinking about Eren being desperate for you 24/7...
This man is so whipped for you, its actually comical.
He's constantly asking if he can put his dick in you for a little bit. He doesn't even care if you guys are actually fucking he just likes the intimacy.
He gives absolutely zero fucks about what you two are doing or where you are.
"Baby, let me stuff your pussy while you do your make-up please?"
"Come sit on my cock while I play this game."
Like just imagine...
You're on your bed laying on your stomach just minding your business, trying to take a nap, when you hear him come in. There's a few moments of silence until you feel him strip your yoga pants and panties down to rest under the swell of your ass. In your half asleep dreamy haze you feel him spread your ass open wide which makes you stir
"Shhh, just go back to sleep." You feel him stroke your hair lovingly and slip two fingers into your waiting cunt. You whine and whimper as you grow needier. A quiet whisper "Fuckkkk yesss" can be heard as his long and thick veiny cock sinks into you so deep making you feel so amazingly full as usual.
Don't even get me started on how he gets so horny for you doing mundane tasks
"Lift your skirt for me, please." Missing the questioning tone and sounding more like a demand.
"WE'RE IN A FUCKING GROCERY STORE!"
"So? No one's gonna see, I promise." You didn't even get a chance to reply before he has your skirt in hand. Pulling your panties to the side and thrusting himself violently inside you, bottoming out. You choke out a gasp at being fully impaled on him so suddenly. He kisses your temple when he hears you hiss and whimper as tears start to sting your eyes from the stretch with no prep. You shiver as you hear him mumble a soft "Such a good little whore for me," with a sigh of content in your ear. He starts moving in and out of you slowly, only stopping when another person walks into the aisle.
He let's your skirt hang around you as normally as possible, while he goes in as deep as he can and stills. Grabbing something off the shelves and putting in infront of you as if you both were reading the label. His jacket covering both your sides from view while the cart blocks your front.
The man walks past you both and leaves the aisle, without missing a beat Eren starts pounding into you again. "See, no one will know. So just be a good slut for me while I use this pussy to jerk off my fat cock, yeah?" He ended up cumming deep inside you, making both of you moan louder than you should. He pulled out and tucked himself back in his jeans pulling your panties back into place. He cups your pussy pressing his fingers on top of the cotton, and rubbed rough circles onto your fucked out hole. "Keep all of it inside, baby. We don't want people to ask questions if it starts to drip onto the floor."
How he'd just walk up to you on the couch and spread your legs while you watched you favorite show. He is very happy to see his personal fucktoy so ready for him, splayed out on the couch naked. Wordlessly laying between your thighs, taking his time to eat you out hard bringing you to atleast 3 orgasms before sitting up and sinking his cock into your needy pussy.
He whines so loud and deliciously as he buries himself to the base. He lifts your legs and pushes them to your chest, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. The scream that you let out when he starting roughly humping into you was enough to turn him into an absolute mess. He starts POUNDING that pussy so hard that he barley notices the bulge that forms in your lower belly.
But when he does tho.... he goes absolutely feral with the sight of his cockhead poking out under your skin just bellow your belly button.
He forgot what it even feels like to cum anywhere besides your wet and warm holes. Like this man straight up refuses to cum if he can't stuff it deep inside you one way or another. Even if you ask him to cum somewhere else he only agrees if he can push it into you with his fingers afterwards.
This man's moans, whimpers and whines are fucking immaculate. He is so vocal and absolutely unafraid about being heard, he is so pussy whipped he couldn't care any less if he was being too loud.
In conclusion this man has me by the neck and the pussy. I just know he's packing ONG!😫
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esotericorbs · 5 months
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Pervy!Professor Aizawa x Student (Fem!Reader)
Summary: Your psychology professor is a pretty introverted guy. He also is a nasty old pervert who wants to fuck his student. Please enjoy getting corrupted by him 🖤
Wc: 1,992
Cw: fem!reader, reader is a college student who’s 18+, Aizawa is 10+ older than reader, age gap, professor x student, inappropriate power imbalance, corruption kink, thigh job, degradation, sir kink, public sex, non consensual picture taking (reader is okay with it), pet name usage (girl, sweet thing,etc), reader is wearing a skirt + thigh highs, creampie mention but it doesn’t happen (sadly <\3)
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS/BLANK BLOGS DNI
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You’re taking a basic intro to psyche class to knock out your general education courses; and the one course that fits your schedule was with professor Shouta Aizawa. Apparently, from the reviews, he isn’t the meanest professor when it comes to intro courses, and you’re not majoring this field as student either, so you enroll hoping that this was going to be a smooth semester.
In reality, this class wasn’t as easy as you thought it was gonna be. Even with other classmates giving you notes, and constantly having your head in the textbook, you consistently score just below a passing grade on every quiz/test.
So, you decide to visit Professor Aizawa’s office hours and explain your dilemma. Being one of the more younger professors, he was known to bend the rules a bit for students when he sees fit.
When you drop by, hes manspreading at his desk, black button down slightly opened, with the collar of his top slightly disheveled. Aizawa tries hard to look professional, but he always rocks some stubble, with his hair down, while opting to wear oversized tops. He’s the type of guy who likes to be comfortable at work. Your eyes scan his body, thinking to yourself, “His thighs look amazing in those dark pants” and well… you need to keep it together.
Hello, what brings you here,” he asks you plainly. He knows you’re struggling more than others, shown by your below average test scores. You take a seat directory in front of his desk, focusing on the piece of his hair instead of making direct eye contact with the older man.
Hi Professor, I’d like to ask about extra credit. I need to pass this course, so I was hoping to know your policy on that.” You gather the courage to look into his sunken in, dark brown eyes. Everything about him is attractive, even his eye bags look good on him.
“Well, that can be arranged, of course if you come to my office hours at this time twice a week.” Something about his eyes makes it hard to discern how he feels. Is he upset or maybe annoyed at you? You hope it’s nothing if the sort.
You agree with this set up, hoping that this can help you maintain your gpa
At the beginning of the semester, these office hour study sessions seemed normal. You get there, sit next to him while you both work out the quizzes and tests answers that you got wrong. Although, as the semester progressed, things between you and Professor Aizawa began to go somewhere a little less than professional.
Every time you visit his office, he tries to get you to open up for him. Sometimes you’d both end up talking about life, instead of doing any actual extra credit. He’d tell you about being a cat dad, his small friendship group he’s had since high school, bringing up anything to keep the conversation going with you. In turn, you’d tell him about school anxieties, family drama, and being single. The conversations are slightly personal, but you just chalk it up to him being friendlier than anticipated.
As you get more familiar with each other, you got accustomed to doing small “requests” for him; Making your professor want to push your boundaries with each interaction. One day, Aizawa would take his large palm and leave it on your knee while you sat next to him. You didn’t think much of it, plus his calloused hand felt nice gripping on your soft thighs.
At another session, where you wore you wore a short skirt, he asked you to pull it up a little, just for him, admiring how your cute, tight panties showcase your ass and outline your pussy lips. The week after that, he got bolder and asked you to sit on his lap while he went over the test that you failed. Occasionally leaning his head to smell your hair, while grasping your sock clad thighs; while you lean into his warmth, running your hands down his incredibly toned arms. You gladly comply with it all, he’s sexy, maybe a little off, but you’re close enough that you don’t question why your handsome professor wants you to sit on his lap.
When the weather gets warmer, you opt out of wearing a bra, hard nipples on display throughout the day. Sometimes, even being cheeky and lowering the buttons on your top when you waltz up to his desk. This leads him helping you to “adjust” your top, his lithe fingers dance around your exposed mounds, slightly groping them. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling up on his lovely little student, but you’re just so gorgeous and supple; he can barely hide his attraction to you. You and Aizawa both know you’re teetering the line of propriety, but the both of you can’t help but play into this little “game.”
You convince yourself that this isn’t bad, he’s not even fucking you, he’s just a lonely guy who wants some physical affection. You play into his corruption kink, knowingly wearing shorter skirts with matching thigh highs to tease him during class and office hours. He’s a good looking, most likely touch starved man, there’s nothing wrong with indulging him, is what you tell yourself about this whole ordeal.
“You’re a sweet little thing, you know that,” Aizawa whispers into your neck, while you’re on his lap, facing away from him. Caressing your sock clad thigh, he’s emboldened by your directness, when you didn’t even ask for permission to sit on his lap this time, you just claimed it as your own. You can tell he’s flustered when you rub your ass on his hardening cock, catching him off guard. As you squirmed some more, he pressed his hand against your inner thighs to spread them, as you yelped at the sudden contact.
“Professor, what are you-,” he cups your warm mound in his large hand. “Mmh princess, call me sir,” he pauses to press his hand right up to your warmth. He presses his solid upper body to your back, trapping you in between him and his desk.
“I’d love to just sink right in here, in this tight cunt.” Aizawa whispers in your neck. You smile to yourself, feigning an air of innocence, while replying back to him.
“Sir, this is all so sudden I-“ He spanks your panty covered clit, making you whine.
“But let’s hold on off on going the full nine yards until after finals…think of it like a gift for when you pass this class.” Aizawa kisses your neck while rubs you panty clad clit in small circles, making the wet patch on your underwear expand.
“For now, let me just do this,” he stands up behind you, pushing your upper body on his desk, forcing your ass into a deep arch. Shoving your panties down to your mid thighs, your wetness becoming exposed to the cool air conditioned room.
Spreading your ass cheeks wide, he leans down and spits on your pussy, although if he really wanted to, you’re wet enough for him to slide right in. After lowering his head down to your core, he gave a quick nip to your clit, and began messily kissing and teasing your cunt for a bit. You looked back at him, your professors head in between your legs, moving his mouth up and down your slit, messily slurping on your pussy. You can’t help but moan, pushing your hips back to let him get better access to your cunt. Aizawa grabs you ass to spread it apart, sinking his tongue deeper into your folds. This is the most energetic you’ve seen him, as he enthusiastically slurps all your juices up.
He stands up as you hear the sound of zipper being lowered.
“Fuck waiting, please just put it in me now,” you plead. “I won’t tell anyone about this, also finals are coming, I need to feel you,” you ramble while looking back at him with a cute pout.
“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” Aizawa muses. His cock is hard as hell as he takes your wetness on the tops of his fingers, to slather it on his length. You feel his veiny shaft rub against your pussy, as he shoves the rest of his cock in between your thighs. Slick sounds arise from inbetween your legs as Aizawa begins to fuck your thighs. Every time his mushroom tip rubs against your clit, you moan, causing him to use one hand to cover your mouth, while keeping a steady rhythm.
“Fuck these slutty thighs, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he mutters, as he quickly pushes his cock against your obscenely wet thighs. You clench your thighs harder, knowing he’ll appreciate the friction. He removes the fingers from your mouth to press your ass cheeks together as he hurriedly pumps his cock faster. Slurries of fucks erupt from his mouth as you constrict his cock between your pussy and inner thighs.
“ Prof- sir, just the tip, please I need you in me,” you beg, tears welling in your eyes. The doors closed but not locked, but neither of you are thinking about if someone could pass by and expose what’s going on.
“Just the tip, hmm you’ve been so good, so let’s,” he shoves just his length into your drenched cunt, pressing foward quickly. Moans erupting from both you as you knew he was pent up, it was never going to be just the tip…
“Fuck, give me that cock- ,” you plead as you clench your pussy tighter around his girthy dick. It’s been some time since he’s fucked a tight cunt like yours, he’s embarrassed at the prospect of cumming so soon. Similarly, you haven’t had sex in a while, so you relish this scenario.
“Atta girl, tell me exactly how you want it” he groans out, pounding into your cervix with ferver. As he looks at your ass rippling every time his thrusts make contact with your lower body, he stares ring of cream surrounding the base of his cock, making him realize he’s fucking his student, and he doesn’t care; meanwhile you’re getting fucked by your professor and enjoying every second of it. Aizawa’s massive balls are hitting your clit in time with his thrusts.
Anyone could just listen in to what’s happening in his office, but you’re both past the point of caring. His thick cock drives into your walls, urging him to cum quickly. As you tried to muffle your moans into your sleeve, Aizawa drives into you quickly, your upper thighs jiggling with impact from his hips. He’s impressed when he looks down at how your tight cunt accolades this girthy cock.
As soon as his calloused fingers start to play with your bud, you’re a goner, creaming around his long cock that’s invading your insides.
As you cum around Aizawa, he pulls out with a quickness, jerking off his throbbing cock to completion.
“You’ll get your creampie after the semester ends sweetheart,” whining at the loss of fullness in your cunt. He jerks off onto to your ass, spreading his viscous cum around your cheeks.
“But, but- “ you protest into your folded arms, exhaustion taking hold of your limp body.
“No buts, just be good and stay still while I clean you up baby.”
Aizawa says that as he grabs some napkins off of his desk to wipe your cum covered ass. He stealthily takes his phone out to snap some quick pictures of your ass bent over his desk. After asking you to spread yourself, he takes some more quick pictures of your little asshole and your used cunt, before he slides his phone in his pocket, and wipes you clean. “Just for safekeeping,” he mumbles to himself, his cock hardening at the prospect of jerking off to these pictures when he gets home.
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highpri3stess · 1 year
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You're No Fun - H. Rindou x afab Reader
pairing: fwb!rindou haitani x afab reader
summary: it's no fun to mess with you when you finally give in to his idea of fun
warning: written in rindou's pov, nsfw, DARK CONTENT, angst with no comfort, afab reader (no pronuons used) toxic fwb relationship, public sex, dubcon themes, consensual sex, implied sexual assault
word count: 1.4k words
monica's notes: been in my drafts since september, so since i'm in my flop era, i'm fine posting this experimental piece. reblog and comment if you like this ♡
rated 18+ minors and ageless/blank blogs dni
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YOU and Rindou didn't start up your relationship on good terms.
You were scared of the Haitani brothers that terrorized the streets of Roppongi and they, especially Rindou, loved to pick on you whenever you're returning home. They would rob you of everything you had and he'll only let you have your things back if you showed him something interesting.
It got more demanding with time, he would force you to come home with him and tell you to touch yourself while laying face up on his bed as he watched like a depraved man. Or to spread your legs while his fingers toy with your pussy and his lips are latched onto your clit.
Or to shut up and take all his cock inside that hole of yours.
His lips curved into a smile whenever you sputtered excuses to him every time. You weren't that smart to know that you begging him to keep your decency only spurred him on to just rip it away from you and tear it to shreds with his bare hands. Bold of you to assume he cares about what you wanted when his own needs aren't met yet and how naive of you to give such stupid excuses, as if he didn't know what he was doing.
You hadn't done this before? "Well there's a first time for everything."
You hadn't shaved? "Okay and? Why should I care?"
But his brother is here. "To observe."
You're a …. virgin? "Oh baby, I know."
It's like a game of cat and mouse between you and Rindou, always stating the obvious as if you didn't know the motives of him wanting you all alone when you clearly did. At first, he could excuse you being easy to manipulate because of fear; It was fear that fuelled you to kiss him on the lips that first time and it was fear that made you touch yourself for him.
But soon, that fear gave way into something more messed up in that head of yours, that something making you do risky things like come pantiless to his parties, walking up to him and sit on his disc jockey table with your legs open slightly so that he could see how glistening wet you are down there, waiting for him to be done so that he could just find new ways of humiliating you.
Rindou had a lot fun absolutely tainting you.
Your hands dig into the edge of the sink as Rindou pounds into your cunt from behind with deep, rough thrusts that make your tongue hang out, drool pooling from it. He's only this rough whenever you misbehave, and from the obscene sounds of his balls slapping your ass and the squelching noises your pussy makes with each thrust, you have been a very bad girl.
"You fucking… ah… whore." He breathes out, slamming his hips into yours at a faster pace. Your cunt squeezes against his cock at the nickname and your hips attempt to move to the rhythm his thrusts had made. You yelp when his larger hand slaps your asscheek hard, before holding it in place. "No… you don't get to fuck yourself on my cock you whore. Not after that stunt you pulled."
" 'm sorry rin rin- ah, ah oh oh"
His hand hooks one of your legs up and Rindou angles his cock deeper into your cunt. You can feel his cockhead hit your cervix and the pain filled pleasure has your eyes rolling in their sockets, loud moans escaping your plump lips.
"Sorry for yourself." He spits out, stifling a moan that almost escaped his lips. Your pussy felt so good when he was fucking the brattiness out of you; getting wetter with every thrust and cruel words uttered to you. "Sorry for your pathetic whorish self-"
His fingers reach down to your puffy lips, spreading them a bit to play around with your clit. A smile makes its way to his face at the sight of your back arching and your eyes flying wide open at the sensation. His hips continue to slam into yours, greedy eyes watching how your pussy swallowed his dick so easy. The scene feels dirty, your ass looks so good bouncing with every movement, fingers clenching hard on the sink, gripping on it for dear life.
 "I'm gonna cum- gonna cum-"
Your body trembles with every thrust and only Rindou's firm grip keeps you in place as you squirm. The coil in your belly tightens, threatening to snap and Rindou can only try to keep up the same pace as his own orgasm approaches, the amount of self-control he exudes to not cum inside you with how good your pussy flutters around him is immense.
He can't afford accidentally knocking you up after all.
He rubs your clit faster, his cock hitting the right spot that has you seeing white. Your orgasm is intense, washing over your body and making you tremble violently, your pussy fluttering around his moving cock. Rindou holds you in place as you shake, latching his lips onto your neck, trailing messy kisses up and down your nape until you've come down your high.
"Gonna cum soon" Rindou whispers soon after with a shaky voice, pulling out of your cunt immediately and jerking himself off at the sight of your fucked out state in the mirror in front of him. His balls tightening and a feeling of euphoria washes over his tense muscles, spurts of cum following after, shooting onto your ass and running down onto your thighs.
Only heavy breathing can be heard throughout the bathroom. You don't move from your position, leaving post bliss Rindou to enjoy the view of your ass covered in his cum, admiring how beautiful you look just like this as he tucks his cock back into his pants. You watch with eager eyes through the mirror as he reaches over the sink to get his glasses, slipping them on before going ahead to adjust his tousled hair.
Rindou notices your gaze fixated on his face and he raises a brow at you, clearly confused as to why you're staring at him like that. "Aren't you going to get yourself cleaned? Why're you staring?"
Your lips morph into a frown as you take in a sharp breath. It looked like there was something you wanted to say, with the way your face seemed so serious. Rindou stands behind you, now looking at your face through the mirror as you open your mouth to speak.
"I…" you hesitated for a bit, looking down at the sink whilst mustering up courage to tell him how you feel. "I love you Rindou."
There's an awkwardness that comes after that confession. Rindou is quiet, still trying to process the words that just came out of your mouth until it hits him at full force. He thinks that you are just playing with him at first, after all, who the hell confesses they're in love with someone that only ever uses their body for pleasure with cum on their ass?
It's not registering in his brain until his eyes catch the look on your face through the mirror; it's full of longing and genuinity. Hell, he can see the hope glimmering in your hues, expectantly waiting for his reply.
Rindou takes a step back, running his hand through his blond locks as he tries to make sense of the situation. "Are you crazy?" It comes out as a whisper, but you can hear the disgust in his voice as he berates you. "Are you fucking crazy?"
"You're the only person that ever paid attention to me and-"
"-and what?" Rindou cuts you short, already irritated with how pathetic you sound right now. What kind of person likes someone that treats them the way Rindou does? "And what? You think you love me because I fuck you good?" You flinch at how harsh his voice is as he goes off on you. "You think you're special because you're one of the whores I stick my dick into?"
You don't reply to his question, instead you hang your head low and hide the tears in your eyes as he glares at you. Your heart hammers in your chest, regretting your decision to even say anything about how you felt for him. You should have known better than to think you were more than just a booty call for him. 
"I'm sor-"
Rindou doesn't wait for you to say anything else, walking out on you and slamming the door behind himself, leaving you alone. He doesn't bother to check up on you like he usually does when you two hookup or ensure that you had at least gotten out the door safely. Instead he begins to walk out of the club, impatiently pushing past the sea of sweaty bodies on the dance floor to reach the exit, wanting to get away from this place so that he doesn't have to think about what you had just said to him.
There's no way he can condone such madness from you. It's no fun to mess with you anymore when your inhibitions are all gone when with him.
Rindou never sees the group of guys that had been waiting around the bathroom door for him to leave, entering the toilet with you still in there.
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lightvixxen · 1 year
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Being the hot new cheerleader and clashing with Chrissy
Chrissy decides to put you in your place when she corners you alone in the showers or locker room
Pinning you against the wall or bench, gripping your throat and plunging her fingers into your cunt without warning. Telling you she’s the one in charge here and how you need to get in line as she mauls your tits, sucking and biting at your breasts and nipples, leaving marks as the lewd squelches from your cunt get louder and louder, echoing off the walls.
You’re cumming embarrassingly fast and loud, so she takes her hand off your throat, covering your mouth as you roll your eyes back and roll your hips, taking her hand further as she licks your face and whispers in your ear about how you’re not such a bitch now, how well she’s going to train you, before she slides her fingers out of you and sits on your face
As she rides your face she’s moaning out how you need to obey her or she’ll ruin your life, about how she’ll make you the cheer team sex toy. All you have to do to not fuck your life up is to do what she says and be her pretty little secret girlfriend and make her happy
“If you make me happy your life will be so much easier. I’ll make you popular! I’ll make you happy! I’ll make you…” she gets cut off with a moan, squeezing you head between her strong thighs, pulling your hair, and humping frantically on your face, cumming with a string of insults and expletives
“Fuck! Oh my god you fucking bitch! Eat it! Eat my cunt you fucking whore! Yes! You fucking slut! Yes!”
Im- oh to be her secret girlfriend <333 i can’t even add to this its so good
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peppermintmochafem · 29 days
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@toolwithatrade happy birthday!!! I've only been following for a bit but I adore top femmes and I would adore being able to take you on a nice date, go for a walk in a park on a sunny day and then maybe if we're able to find a secluded spot I could get on my knees and worship you, kiss up your thighs, subtly grind against your leg as I start to take the tip of your cock into my mouth. God I'd whine at feeling the weight of it on my tongue.
Hii 🥰🥰
that really does sound like a perfect date <3 it would feel perfect drooling over my cock, huh? perfect getting your knees or the front of your jeans dirty for me? walking around with dirty knees for the rest of the date for everyone to see? so they know what a cock whore you are?
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ainyan · 1 year
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Seven Sentence Sinday
Since I actually have a smut WIP right now, I thought I'd do a smut version of Six Sentence Sunday. After all - Sunday is also Sinday. ;)
(Warning: Explicit sexual content below the cut!)
Her cum coated his tongue and slid down his throat, warm and sweet with just a hint of tart. He could taste how much she wanted him - wanted this - for all her soft protests about exposure. With every whimper and half-hearted plea, she thrust her hips back, exposing herself more to his hungry mouth - and the one time he’d taken her at her word and sought to end it, she’d given a sharp, unambiguous ‘no, don’t!’.
When he’d had his fill of feasting, he rose unsteadily to his feet, hampered by his own arousal. As he gripped her hips between his hands, she leaned against the rail, panting softly. “Inside, finally?” she asked, her voice as hoarse and weak as if she’d been screaming, though he’d barely been able to hear her soft whimpers and moans.
“Very soon,” he replied in a voice grown deep and dark, but when she would have shifted, he placed a hand on her spine, keeping her effortlessly in place.
Not tagging anyone; if you want to share, PLEASE do and tag me so I don't miss it in the spam that flows across my dash like... wine. ;)
<3
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glassbxttless · 2 years
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Randy (the Intern) Solo x f!Reader
Word Count: 1,692
Warnings: knife kink, blood kink, semi-public sex, dressing room sex, PIV sex, hair pulling, hint of some dirty talk, hint of a daddy kink, randy’s an awkward baby, mentions of Randy keeping a bloody dress
Notes: PSA, I’ve never been to a Marshall’s. We don’t have them where I live, so this is purely speculation as to if they have dressing rooms or not lmao. Also, I blame y’all for this.
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Three weeks ago, the pocket knife Randy uses for work breaks cutting through a thick piece of plastic. He’s had it for years, it really had seen better days, but he still feels the loss as a burden. That is, until his princess has one sitting on his bedside table three days later. It’s pretty and simple, a stainless steel blade with a rich rosewood handle. He knows she spent a pretty penny on it, and he thanks her with a kiss on the forehead as she sips her morning tea, sliding it into his pocket.
And for three weeks, Randy has felt that heavy thud against his thigh. Every time he pulls it out, feels the weight in his hand, he thinks about you. How you look so pretty with your arms above your head, back arched, and cuts on your ribs. How he can drag his fingers down to your hips and leave a pretty red trail in their wake. He thinks about the dagger he keeps in the bedside drawer, the one you trusted him with. the one the two of you worked so hard to be okay using on the delicate landscape of your body. Randy trusts himself now, and he lets those thoughts swarm in his head every time he holds the one sitting in his pocket.
You’ve got him in the middle of a Marshalls, wandering down aisle after aisle of decor and furnishings. You’ve picked out a decorative chair, a yellow blanket— that Randy loves as well— and new throw pillows. And next up, Randy watches you browse through the sundresses. And there’s definitely a few he wishes he could see you in— sink those pretty thighs, littered in scars he’s created, down onto him. the fabric would bunch you at your waist. He’s adjusting the blanket and pillows he’s holding in front of him, covering up the bulge in his jeans.
You smile at him, holding up a pretty white sundress with bell sleeves. “Do you like this one?”
Randy nods, “yeah, it looks nice.” He thinks he’d like to see it pushed up your back, bent over at the waist with a fistful of your hair in his hand. and Randy hatches an idea. “do you wanna try it on?” he asks softly.
and maybe it’s the way he shifts his weight, or the flick of his head to get those loose strands of hair out of his eyes, but you can see his gears turning— and you’re more than happy to oblige. “yeah, maybe i can find a corset to go with it real quick?” you offer, watching as the breath hitches in his throat.
“yeah, yeah, sure.” he replies, following you around as you find the back of the intimates, picking out a pretty white corset with pale blue flowers in your size before you’re leading Randy back to the dressing rooms. He can feel that thud thud thud, with each step he takes and knows that rosewood handle would feel so good in his hand. How the blade would slice your skin with such ease, he could compare it to cutting butter. “There’s no one back here.” he points out, upon seeing the dressing room attendant was nowhere in sight with four empty dressing rooms.
You roll your eyes, pushing into one of the stalls to try on your items, maybe dolling up your hair just a bit before you open the door to look at him again. Randy is nervously waiting, pacing, tapping his foot, working up the courage to go inside. He places the home items you’d selected earlier in the day on the bench, right before he hears the door open. You smile at him, dressed in the sundress and corset. You haven’t tied it up and Randy swallows hard. He can see the pink underwear you’re wearing through that thin white fabric. You spin for him, smiling as you watch his eyes rake down your body and back up again. And he’s shoving his hands into his pockets. “i think you should get it.” he says, with every ounce of sincerity that he has.
“Alright, if daddy says so.” You wink at him, prompting his fast glance around the area and three quick strides to you— jerking his hand out of his pocket with the knife under his fingertips. He’s kicking the door of the dressing room closed, but not hard enough to cause any sort of attention. Your front is pressed up against the mirror, as he reaches back with his left hand to flip the lock on the door. the blade of his little pocketknife is pressing against your throat. You can see the way Randy’s eyes fall down to where it connects with your skin, and you know exactly how he wants to play.
“Princess… you dunno how long i’ve wanted to do this.” he whispers, pressing a kiss on your bare shoulder. his heart is pounding just as fast as yours is and you can feel the knife digging into your throat.
“Careful, Ran.” you remind him. you trust him, more than anything. but you know how he is, and you know all caution goes to the wind as soon as he sees those little beads pebbling up. Randy’s body shifts a little behind you, you can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing towards your backside just a little harder, the hand that isn’t worried about the pocketknife is roaming up your body, dragging your sundress up with it. He’s grabbing your hand and pushing it up against the glass of the mirror.
You can see every move he makes, watch how much care he takes and how his body moves. His hands are shaky. His words are quiet. Randy’s never been one for dirty talk, but you hear him whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think straight.” and the moan that radiates from your chest, vibrates the blade pressed to your skin. and Randy knows for certain he’s going to lose his mind. His free hand is working his belt loose and he’s flicking loose hair out of his eyes. His hand, still heavy with the rosewood handle, presses further into you— cuts you deeper than he’s intending, but not far enough to cause any real damage— blood starts dripping, starts rolling down your neck.
Randy’s spitting on his hand, slicking himself up. Hoping he doesn’t hurt you too bad. And he’s rucking up the back of the sundress, pulling those pink panties he can see through the white fabric over just enough. Maybe you put on a show, bending down as far as you can in the position he’s got you in. Your tits are pressed up against the mirror, making a quaint little valley for the blood from the cut to pool on. The neckline of the dress is now soaked in red and Randy’s gonna buy it and stash it away for later.
He’s pushing into you, quietly, slowly, letting you feel every fucking inch of him. You breathe out slowly, adjusting to the intrusion as he tangles his hand into a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to him as he thrusts his hips into you. He kisses along your jaw, begging you to stay quiet as he pushes the knife into you a little deeper and you have to remind him to pick a new spot.
He’s dragging that knife down your chest, leaving a burning trail behind as a new bead of blood rises to the surface. Two pretty slits across each of your tits as he fucks into you harder, harder. And Randy thinks he could press the handle against that pretty little clit of yours, let you desperately grind against it, make you cum from his cock and his knife. He presses a kiss against your neck, hand letting go of your hair to push one of your thighs forward. to give him more room as he drops the knife down under your dress, holding it by the blade. He drags it over your clit slowly and has half a mind to push it into you next to his cock. He tries to keep his composure, not to get too greedy. Trying to finish you both off before anyone comes back and hears what you two are doing.
And all it takes for that pit in his stomach to ache and burn, drawing his balls up so high and ready to dump the cum he’s been wanting to for weeks into you, is the way you look at him in the mirror, maybe the little smear of blood that winds up on the glass. The top of that white sundress isn’t so white anymore and he worries for just a second that he cut you too deep, that is, before he’s cumming into you with a low groan— face buried against your shoulder.
and you’re holding onto him, breathing heavily as he presses that hilt against your clit once more, giving you inch after inch when you’re searching for a mile. and he drops the knife with a clank to the ground, blood spattering just a little as he replaces the hilt with his fingers— rubbing that little bud into the stiffest peak until you’re cumming hard on his cock. The two of you are breathless, bodies still connected. Randy’s the first to make a move, nerves flooding back to him, afraid someone will find you both.
The cleanup is easy, you just use the sundress. And it’s not hard to find a couple of bandaids in Randy’s pockets to cover the cut on your neck. And maybe Randy offers you his hoodie, that way the cuts on your tits get covered too.
And Randy is just a little embarrassed at the checkout counter, when you scan the sundress at the self checkout— knowing he’s going to put it in the shoebox under your bed and jerk off with it the next time you’re away. But you wink at him, place your bags in the back of his Sonata and smile, “let’s get something to eat, shall we?”
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𐙚 DRUNK IN LOVE. VARIOUS J. KAISEN! — in which, getting tipsy with your boyfriend is fun! especially when your eyes begin to glaze over with a little need…
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PAIRINGS. bf! gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso x f! reader
| 𝓲. | MDNI ৎ୭ separate smut. hcs and pov. dub con (only cuz both parties are drunk/tipsy) but this is all consensual sex. GOJO: dry humping, spanking, premature cumshot/creampie, he's whiney. GETO: public/bathroom sex, cunnilingus, squirting, he eats it from the back, almost anal? (oops!), he gets nasty. NANAMI: shower sex, cock warming, marking. TOJI: public/car sex, belly bulge, cervix fucking, pussy spanking, fingering. CHOSO: scent kink, dry humping, breeding, it's the curse in him istg, he's also vv whiney.
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໒꒰ྀི。•̀ᴗ-꒱ྀི 🗞 OK OK i was obv listening to bae and was rlly inspired to write this ♡ it's kinda sappy and rlly horne ;o
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⟡ | SATORU GOJO!
you both know he is a lightweight! gojo can't handle a single shot without tipping a little off to the side… gojo is always extra playful when he gets cold on rocks. he'd giggle and swoon easily – or try to annoy you and make you flustered more than he was before he'd start to mumble off… haggard and glued to you with nimble ideas spontaneously popping in his head, and you'd catch the bright flicker in his blue hues…
it's unavoidable once that switch blows off -- he's unavoidable when crapulous thoughts begin to brew.
gojo has a more dewy glow, almost sweating when he'd start to feel his cock growing in tight confines with little room – embarrassing for someone like him… he'd start to twitch and not just his hands. it'd make his cheeks kiss with a soft pink and pretty eyes to hood low when blood rushed faster the longer he gazed at you. he'd lean back, a little more relaxed with limbs more loose; legs spreading wider, and arms flinging over a shoulder and chair as if all hopes weren't on his own.
but oh, that damn tilt he'd sweep his head down with was evil! he'd peek right over at you through heavy lashes as his hair would cascade like it was payed, even a lose smirk annoyingly pokes at you… gojo couldn't help but squeeze at himself playfully when he'd try to bite at his lip, but the smile growing was unmeasurably too mischievous to hold back when you'd play along...
oh. this was horny sex.
your chest was mashed straight into the first wall of your house – the walk back from your usual date night was just as nasty; he couldn't stop poking and slapping at your ass all the way through… – now sandwiched as his own was pinned into your back, melting right into you, even spiked breath panting at the shell of your ear you could taste… it was sticky.
gojo kept himself stapled against you with no simple movement – it was a burning rub between you both. with his prodding dick meat bulging from his pant leg to the globes of your ass was like a hungry fly in honey. embraced so tightly he'd wind his hips in sync with yours to keep at it, mirroring you as hands fumble to dig at the soft curvature of your hips; squeezing before roving down the valley of your legs.
between fleshy thighs until rough fingers prodded at your wet and exposed lips. gojo chuckled roughly, and without being gentle he started to rub the sensitive skin. 
“wanna… 'm gonna fuck you so — hard.” the little shimmy you poke your ass out with in response was like cables to a car, to his engines firing off – giving you a mean swat. gasping between succinct sensations; his free hand was pinching through the front of your dress, hooking a finger beneath to toy at the puffy hood of your clit… pleasure riding close with delicious ache; still all while the other would drag welts across supple skin.
his kisses were dragging; tongue lapping sloppily against the side of your face with soft lips and almost teeth following. anything after was a subtle shift of piling hot need…
booting your legs further open to pry intentions. your cocktail dress was frilled over your ass. the cold air helped your buzz but the wwhiplash of fat meat irresistibly prodding at your sopping hole tinkered something else in your brain…
he was quick.
he felt thicker as he hotdogged himself between perk your ass. he was eager.
if you could give a peek over your shoulder to see the oozing bulbous tip, you would, and drool… but satoru kept his head at your temple, cheek to cheek, mushing right against you like he was stuck. the wall in front of you seemed to do the same, yet cooled off burning skin as you clung to it.
whispering sweet nothings, “hheeh, i’m cummingg.” gojo chuckled, almost bantering into a whine as battered spunk ribbons out across ridden flesh; hips jutting and without second thought he was dipping his tip between the slippery folds of your cunt. cum still oozing and pushing into you.
your hips rock and your sopping pussy clenches. uttering out long symbols of incoherent spews.
you could feel all of him; tipsy or not, he always filled you up, but inch through inch now felt deeper, practically feeling his hot knot warming you up.
gojo fucked right up into you ‘'til you both gave out – pulling at your arms through orgasm after another… you'd dog at each other until sunrise. clothes lost, and living room torn, and the dining wall stained with your lipstick and sweat prints of your figure…
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⟡ | SUGURU GETO!
suguru can handle a few tall glasses before his bangs start to stick to his face. his hair would fall loosely and he'd run lithe fingers through it; flip it to the side, part it, twist it, even tuck some behind his ear – he looks like a nervous schoolgirl when he's buzzed! it's a small safe haven for him – noticing how he can't help but trace along your skin too and squeeze at for reassurance, seeming that's what he craves in a state like this…
he's unusually quiet but just as annoying; tilting his head, hair would fall right over his face but that doesn't stop him from smothering you with kisses. he thinks he looks like a prince kissing his princess – embarrassingly trying to be romantic with lopsided jokes and corny pickup lines. only covering them up with battering doe eyes.
suguru’s eyes tend to lay low and when he'd settle from the first stage of being tipsy – the giggling, the fun… he'd sit with a deep stare. he looks like he's pondering heavily as legs are sprawled wide across from you, and roven jet hair curtaining over most delicate, glowing features. it's soft at first glance; his brows winding up and lips pouting makes him look gentle, but sunken eyes fire off a different disguise… he'd stare at you intently but his lips would curl invitingly — well more of the bulge prodding between bouncing thighs...
it'd make you nervous – a powerful man like him would make anyone nervous. but you knew that feral gaze. it was a killer, and he knew it sparked you up too, a signal for the go, and one move was all you needed to be pounced on. he gets filthy when you gave him the cue.
“getoo... someone is goiing to see.” your hand squeezes at that one playing a dangerous game between your legs, and yet you spread them just a little wider…
too many people crowd the pleasant restaurant geto took you to for a few drinks – nothing more, he said… now his fingers lock into a hook right up your pussy beneath the table. the drinks and plates crowd at the table too, almost hidden in a leather, private booth but your faces were quite the contrary… you bat a worried look but it quickly sulks into a pinch; your eyes shut and lips squeeze in, sucking up that moan threatening to spill out.
suguru slurs. he yearns to feel your cunt sucking him up you right now, almost whining over it… you were right though, no doubt, he was—is making a scene the longer his tongue lapped at your neck like a dog… but it's all he was thinking about; spreading your pussy wide between his fingers – it's such a sight he adores, his eyes even flutter close and chin rests at your shoulder just to image it while your folds silk around him as he plunges working hands beneath your dress.
“heh, ‘s… ‘s ok… -- then let's go somewhere no one— heh, can…” the rogue hics…
. . .
“oh my god— suguru!” your eyes peel back wide as those teasing hands now smash down on your two doughy globes; spreading the supple skin wide just for himself.
he hums and his tongue doesn't hesitate to slide right between them.
your spine shivers at the slime delving between your puffy folds; the swirling of his wet muscle pokes in and flicks up – fucking you raw with his tongue. hot breath sticks to your skin and he almost gasps forgetting to breathe himself, too lost in lapping up the sticky web clinging to your sopping cunt.
you hold dear to the stall with one hand as the other locks a good chunk of hair at the back of his head. you groan as you mush his face closer ‘til the point of his nose tickles at your perk hole. suguru didn't need help but it was hot how needy you were, and it fired him right off the ecstasy cliff.
your eyes pop open wide, feeling him filthy glide up and around and past your perk hole… this was virtuously him, drunk and eating your ass in a bathroom stall… and it was making his dick stiffer by the second.
he bit at the tender flesh, gave it a jiggle, and went back in for more.
suguru knows all he needed was his working mouth to make you fall pliant. you know that too, already feeling your stomach coiling the longer he kept at it; his pace was frantic, yet knew where exactly to set a frenzy.
clapping a hand over your ridden mouth, your knees hook inward and your heart jumps. cunt quivering around nothing in desperate need, he pops a finger in just to feel you spasm… glistening a stream down the strong of his forearm you both pant.
heavy breaths escaped your mouth in short, quick gasps — in rough timing with the movements of your boyfriend continuing to fondle every inch behind you… suguru spat out a wad of spit; adding to the mess, sloppy as is, he tracks it and slurps it back up. the squelching and bubbles foaming echoed as he tongued harder past all your sopping openings, up your spine, and to the soft curvature of your neck.
“wow-- suguru… you're so— oh!” the tall brunette giggles and taps his cock head at your perk, now messy hole.
your hand instinctively grabs at his base, “oh–! not in a… bathroom… y-you wish.” he's too big, and you're too drunk to deal with such a mighty stretch at the moment…
“w-when we-- we get home… sit on my dick? then– please?” geto whines.
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⟡ | KENTO NANAMI!
nanami will sip… and sip… and continue to sip on his “only one glass.” ‘til he notices that said glass has now turned into five – somehow. he can't keep up with himself! having such a strong subconscious of being responsible and yet, you'd still have to try to swat at his hands when he'd reach to pour another thinking he can pay attention himself! (he just feels extra relaxed with you is all).
nanami tends to get tipsier than flat-out drunk and when he does, he's surprisingly more laid back. a damper smile fading into features and more hand movement when he rambles on about life. never about work, or anything burdening his spirit – only just between you both. he'd fall pliant into you with future thoughts… he gets sappy.
his tie loosens up and a few buttons are popped from his suit, even his signature glasses get folded and stuffed somewhere. the more content he gets, the more he feels the atmosphere; he'd start to let it sink in, watching and admiring details more finely – like your beauty flaunting up front or to your little giggles – it all relaxes him.
he'd admire sometimes too hard. the liquor catching up. and he'd probably put his glasses back on to hide the droop and hard stare, but they'd steam up as his body does… nanami always gets extra hot when it would burn down his throat, even goring eyes to doe, blonde hair now getting shaggy out from its soft gel, and even his cock gets stiffer than a wedding dick…
“don't fall!” you shout with a giggle as your naked bodies slip around in soap, fondling ever so closely.
“only for you.” nanami almost rolls his eyes at his own line but you suck it right up with a bright smile, just how your cunt sucks his cock right up, warming his base with a sort of adore.
it's been a night, and nanami brought the idea up – a romantic. delicious home-cooked food and a few glasses of wine, tipsy and giggly, now playing around in the shower after a long night, soapy and just as giggly… and with sexes warming each other was just the cherry at the top.
your back presses firm into the marble walls and he doesn't let you worry about the rest of yourself; cradling your lower half close with a strong grip at your thighs that hook around the small of his waist. nanami planted himself between the sweet heat of your legs, bucking a slow rhythm in and out of your cunt, sometimes burying a little too deep your head almost crashes with his…
oh, you both were feeling this… the music from earlier still playing in the living room chants shallowly into the bathroom, both of you were tipsy and just together laughing, fucking raw and loving, cleaning each other through kisses too… content and full, you purr.
“you're so… beautiful. you are like-- no words can explain… you're so—” he was turning red like a little girl. he gets so bubbly when liquor rides his system, but it's softening to see this overwrought man finally loosened up...
“you too.” you're gentle with him… a soft rock in your hips rides up to his pelvis and down to his base. the pudgy walls sucking him in makes the blonde groan, even his head falls snug between the welcoming of your shoulder and neck. pecking ever so gently…
your soapy hands feather up and down nanami’s broad back as stiff dick-meat fills you up. spongey folds slurping wetly around the fat crown adorning your womanhood with a sudden pace – unhurried but enough to feel every nth inch pressing deeply into you.
exactly how this moment intended it to get.
his cock pumps with a soft throb, almost in sync with your walls clenching around him then and here… kento goes on to rock his hips, dragging out achingly longer than intended; too lost in the lodge of his cock stuffing your cunt full when he'd nudge himself right back in – firmly embedding nth throbbing inches of thick pale flesh into your sopping cunt…
“yeah…” he smothers close to you.
biting down a baring mark at your shoulder, you giggle at the sharp teeth skimming at your skin, “don't eat me now.” he hucks a chuckle with you, and he just might the way you cling to him.
“don't tempt me, sweetheart…” nanami still buzzed with a fizz in his brain, seeing how he drooped a nimble smile at you.
panting, his breath fans at the plump of your cheek, whispering sweet nothings as the flow of water trickles between your clashing bodies. a slosh began the longer he kept at it. he nibbles at your bottom lip, playing idly with nimble tongues, and he bucks up into you ‘till the warm water fogged the mirrors…
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⟡ | TOJI FUSHIGURO!
you joke how he just might get a beer belly the way he can chug down a liter… and toji would joke right back and still chug another down, again. the older fushiguro doesn't drink much but when he does and has the chance to, he's like an irish man lonely in a pub. he's looking for fun mostly.
toji grumbles, a lot. he’d keep his head locked between stiff shoulders and peer down at his glass, mumbling on about something and anything. he's a brute, cold-stoned usually, sometimes playful… --playful?! he has a set of damn dirty paws on him when he's drinking, and he's fully aware how nasty he can and does get.
toji keeps his tongue playing at his scar when he looks at you; sweat beading at his hairline, and hair itself jostled around almost spiked and fluffed. he looks more haggard than normal; more scruffy and gruff, his build tensing up yet it shamelessly suits him when he hackles. it's manly. and it turns you on. it turns him on that your turned on.
toji has a foul mouth on him too. he gets more verbal, a little more daring with you. almost like his dick is doing all the thinking for instead. even getting bold by mocking to put a baby in you…
toji knew that look. it was more heavier than usual, no less burning. you flaunted it across the bar after a few shots deep into your fun date night, and he couldn't help but drag you outside to fix it.
“toji!” you slur with a pitch. hands slapping around at the windows and legs kicking at the roof… he would've fucked you just as hard over the bar table if he could right then and there, but you both settled into his truck not too far — in the parking lot off the side…
toji pushes his cock deep into you with a force – a kind of drunken power that makes him forget he's a strong man—too strong to just pound into you like a flesh toy… almost breaking a pelvis, he steadies your legs above your head and onto his shoulders, forcing a thick print to knot up. the bulge of his cock-head bashes right against your perk cervix when he found a good footing on the back seat.
struggling to fit his nth-inch bitch breaker into the vice of your cunt, you practically howl. this was a horny, raw fuck… the small space reeked with pure sex the longer you huffed into each other's mouths and it almost added to the high…
the sheer milk creaming and rolling down the thick shaft he pumps with was quickly swallowed up once more as he buried himself back in, stuffing you to the hilt. the car shook on its tires and the windows blurred.
pressing all the way into your guts, you felt lightheaded under the pressure of it all. cunt being abused from below, the jabbing of each inch of his hulking slab of dick-meat at a time deepened — movements in urgency as he worked your pussy wide. you tried your best to work with him, rolling your hips and raising them in time with his jagged gyrations but he held you down. sawing into your slit with haste.
booze impaired your judgment, no doubt, so you didn't notice the figure hovering at the window…
“hey! get outta here with that, you fucking animals!” the owner of the bar tapped his knuckles at the glass. it made you scream, flinch, and huddle into toji’s arm. toji himself didn't move, cock still firm and buried in you... but, he groaned – the audacity to interrupt his session with you, and he looks up; his face pearling with sweat, lips parted and panting, eyes low, not even snapping wide at the owner.
he pops himself out and the owner himself flinched, looking away quickly from the sheer mass dangling between your legs.
‘holy fuck, what. she takes all that?…’
. . .
you giggle into your hands and toji himself gave what happened a good chuckle as he drove off…
“nah, nono... don't think we're done.” toji keeps one hand firm at the steering wheel as the other finds itself back between your legs; slapping them open to give your pussy a good spank before popping a haste finger in. you groan and twist at the electric grope tingling up your spine.
the force of pumping his fingers into you lead to an instinctive bodily reaction, “pretty pussy still wet f’me.” he groans with you, missing the warmth you coated him with. his mouth waters and cock still twitches, but now it aches in tight confines… blue balled in his own damn car… feeling his balls spring up so tightly, ready to just pop, now his groin was left tense and waiting hungrily.
still tipsy and giggly – though he always has had a set of paws when it came to you… so, every stop sign and red light, his fingers played harder between your legs ‘till you both got home… finally left uninterrupted.
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⟡ | CHOSO KAMO!
when choso drinks (which is rarely) he is always bound to get tipsy, never flat-out drunk. he enjoys a casual glass of wine here and there, especially when it's only you two. he feels a lot safer near someone (you) who he trusts to see him in such a ridden state.
but he only drinks with you because he knows (you both evidently know) how he can and does get. a sort of “you are women. i am man. we sex.” primal sense kicks into him like a dog. his body is constantly reminding him he has a dick and you have a sopping pussy he could dip right into. he's just meant to pop its knot into you and when he's boozed off the rocks it's all he could think of. it's like the curse in him trying to come out and the liquor riding through his system doesn't help – in his moral case.
choso peaks through fallen bangs; his hair lets loose and gorges into a mess. his eyes burn, almost a cry coming from him. he gets desperate and sweaty, a sort of glow than his usual sulk marinates at his features instead. he paces a little too, the alcohol swimming in his blood makes him shift around a lot; legs spreading open and closing or tapping together, his shoulders dropping, back straightened or hunched, and even to his hands try hard to keep off from you but they never seem to anyways.
choso is usually tame, quiet, and bordering on innocent with high care for his family. but he can become brutally honest. no matter how hard he tries to act fully human, that hard liquor always punches his curse straight in the face and breaks it out of him. as if that's all he ever was. every time. he'd tell you everything, to secrets, to stupid jokes, or how hard you get him, and how badly he needs to flip this table over and fuck you widely until your full.
your hips roll in a slow rhythm, sometimes catching the bump in choso’s pants between your legs...
cruising your clothed cunt against the bare skin of pale thick meat, it was almost antagonizing the way you played with him… lacey panties thin enough to feel your slick ooze through and gloss his shaft, even feeling lips kiss at the soft skin that rolls up and hides his bulbous, blushing tip every time you press against him—teasing him.
his eyes sulk and he left his mouth hanging, “wanna… stuff you… let me cum in you, please.” he needed to, it's where his cum belonged! he could feel his balls pushing up to burp spunk through the crown of his cock. it was aching now.
you've been at this for a while. about nine songs in and two full bottles left empty… enough with the teasing! his cock too hard to be ignored any longer. all the teasing you sauntered around with as liquor poured down your throats added to the fury. choso couldn't take you grinding on his cock anymore, he needed to feel you in this very moment.
that smell, that look. this is who he wanted. right now.
almost a chivalrous code – his cock throbs twice and the warmth of his body pulsing against yours, too close for a drunken curse to not want to lash out then and there… your pretty lips went to whisper out to him, but arms longer than you remembered swoop in like steel talons around your waist; sinking in fast with lithe fingers into your ribs and crushing your body flat into the couch with the haste of swiftness.
he was left on top now. you can see the dark stars in his eyes twinkling past sticking hair. your cunt clenched, feeling her purr with a need catching how he seethed above you hungrily.
choso’s own anchored you down quickly before you could react – his weight-gaining pressure to keep you still from wriggling beneath him, yet you still tempted him, like usual; limbs tossling in fevor and breath gasping into sunken moans.
“please…” choso humped against you raw; his cock clanging against your thighs like a church bell.
you peck at his lips, letting him shift your panties off to the side with a hooked finger. finally. he almost lets out the cutest whine too, sweating as he dips himself in slowly, yet surely.
the stretch was deliciously blissful. he angled his hips just right to make a smooth way; gummy walls sucking him in invitingly. he filled you up quickly, your walls to their hilt and your naked frame dragged beneath his. sharp and working into you snugly with a rhythm that let him soak this in before his greed began to consume him – or maybe it was the liquor overriding his system… or the breeding instinct in him kicking in…
either one, choso jackhammered down and deep into the spongy, tight walls of your cunt. your lips curl and open wide, panting out his name in a frantic frenzy.
“so warm.” his words lick up the nape of your neck – gliding the slick muscle to your temple and settling a keen kiss to your head, “‘s-- you want my cum? huh… tell me…” his own inclines and sweeps in; pressing hot mouths together firmly, deepening the wet kiss with the same ease, with a deeper, more lustful lock…
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☆ THE ACCIDENT - BAKUGOU x FEM!READER
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“You said you want to work off the debt,” he lowers his lips to your ear, his voice reduced to a breathy growl, “I can think of some work for that bratty little mouth.”
☆ SYNOPSIS | You hit pro hero Dynamight’s car and can’t afford to take care of it. He gets an idea for how you can work off the damages — but you gotta do it right here, right now.
☆ WORD COUNT | 6.5k
☆ RATING | nsfw +18, minors & ageless blogs dni!
☆ CONTAINS | dark content, (extremely) dubcon, noncon elements, blackmail, degradation, humiliation, breath play, lots of spit play, oral (bkg receiving), rough facefucking, public / voyeurism kinda, nonconsensual photo, fantasizing, use of degrading names (bitch, whore, slut), bkg is an overall asshole + physically intimidates reader
☆ A.N. | this is extremely self-indulgent lol — and also my first time posting a fic, kinda nervous ! i have plans for this to become a series ~ hope you enjoy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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You would never admit it out loud, but you tended to be a distracted driver. After a long day of work, it was easy to slip into the comfort of your own mind as you sped down the mostly empty highway. Your fantasies kept you company on the drive, the haze of daydreaming like a plush blanket for your tired mind. It was nice — it made the drive go by faster, but it meant you probably weren’t as attentive of a driver as you should be.
That’s why, as you’re making the commute home through the back roads like you always do, you don’t notice the army green sports car barreling towards you from behind in the next lane over. Engrossed in whatever fanfiction situation you’re cooking up in your mind, you start to merge into the right lane, anticipating an upcoming turn. You glance at your rear view mirror as you do, not bothering to look over your right shoulder or put your signal on — you hadn’t noticed any other cars on the road with you for miles anyways. Except there was another car on the road with you and it was going way over the speed limit, racing into your blind spot before you can get a glimpse of it.
It all happened in a split second — you couldn’t even register exactly what had happened. The piercing sound of tires screeching and metal scraping fills your ears, then you’re gripping your steering wheel, desperately trying to keep control of your car as it veers off of the road and into uneven dirt. You press your foot on the brake instinctively, your steering wheel jerking in your grip as your car lurches over the dirt then finally comes to a harsh stop that makes your body hurl forward from the momentum.
You pant, your heart fluttering in your chest and the high of adrenaline keeping you from forming a coherent thought. Your eyes dart down to your body and your hands finally come off of the steering wheel — you had been gripping it so hard it hurt — so you can pat yourself, looking for any sign of injury. No pain, no blood — you sigh, relief setting in. You realize your airbag hadn’t deployed, so you reach up and pull down the visor above you, flipping open the mirror and inspecting yourself in case you’d injured your face when you’d lurched forward. All seems fine — except for the man you finally notice in your mirror stomping up to your car.
You quickly put your car in park, unbuckle your seatbelt and jump out. The man is already yelling, arms gesturing wildly as he rounds the driver’s side of your car.
“—fuckin’ IDIOT, what are ya fuckin’ BLIND?! Don’t know how to use your damn signal, or are ya just STUPID?!”
You put your hands up in surrender as the man continues his ascent, “I-I’m sorry,” you squeak, “I didn’t see you—“
“No shit sweetheart, ya didn’t even fuckin’ look!!”
He’s in your face now, your back pressed against the side of your car as he towers over you. You’re not exactly a tiny person — you’re pretty average sized, actually — this guy is just huge. The sleeves of his black t-shirt strain against his bulging muscles as he points sharply behind your car. “Look at what you did to my car,” he growls, his face inches from yours as you flinch away from him.
You turn your gaze towards where he’s pointing and finally see it — an expensive looking dark green sports car with bright orange racing stripes decorating its side. It’s parked slightly perpendicular to the road, the front of it angled downward, having been driven into a ditch. The driver’s side door is still ajar from when the man had thrown it open, and music blares over the car speakers — angry rock music that’s all rolling drums, gravelly guitar rifts, and deep guttural vocals. This car looks luxurious next to your weathered Honda Civic, all suited up and shiny — except, of course, for the gnarly scratch all along the driver’s side. You wince at the sight, and the man in front of you laughs, but there’s no humor in it.
“Yeah, see that shit? I should wring your little fuckin’ neck!”
You look back at him, the adrenaline rush kicking in again. This man has some audacity. You stare him defiantly in his crimson eyes, straightening up with new-found courage. Cowering under an asshole man was not like you, after all.
“What the fuck is your problem?! The ‘roids really hittin’ today or what?”
“You little —“
“You need to fucking relax dude. And back the fuck up off me!” You emphasize the end of your sentence with a shove, planting both palms on his firm chest and pushing as hard as you can. All your strength barely moves him, but his eyes widen for a split second in shock and he takes a small step back.
You’re able to get a good look at him now that he’s given you some distance. His ash blonde hair is unruly and dense, sticking up at odd angles. His facial features are angular and cat-like with high cheek bones and an intensely sharp jawline. He is very muscular, his shirt pulled so taught against his chest that you can see the definition of his pecs. His biceps have to be about the size of your head and his forearms are thick, tattoos covering his left arm down to the elbow, protruding veins running down to his clenched fists where silver rings decorate his fingers.
Your eyes travel lower. He’s wearing gray joggers that hang low on his hips, and even though they’re slightly loose you can still tell how muscular his legs are underneath. He moves to adjust his sweats, and down his right pant leg a faint outline bobs against the fabric.
You snap your eyes back up to his face and are met with an infuriating smirk. His red eyes look down at you, still filled with fiery rage — and something else you can’t quite place.
And that’s when you recognize him.
“You’re Dynamight.”
His resolve cracks, his smirk turning down into a grimace.
“You’re fucking Dynamight,” you continue with your own smirk now spreading across your face, “Mr. golden boy pro hero Dynamight! Holy shit — I wonder how the commission would feel about you threatening a civilian. I wonder how the internet would feel about you threatening a woman!”
“Look, lady —“
“No, fuck you! I’m sorry I hit your fuckin’ car, but you have no right —“
“Yeah, you hit my car,” he barks at you, rage taking over once again, “so don’t get all fuckin’ high and mighty with me! D’you know how much that custom paint job is gonna cost to fix?!”
Your face falls and he sneers, lip curling up to reveal a sharp canine as he continues berating you.
“You wouldn’t fuckin’ know with your shitty little beater! So I suggest you shut your fuckin’ mouth and get me your insurance and ID, now! And don’t make me ask twice.”
You’re biting the inside of your cheek now, taking in just how royally fucked you are. Your insurance payments are already almost more than you can afford, an incident like this was sure to really screw up your finances. You could try to leverage exposing him and putting in a complaint with the commission again to get him to let it go but, if you were being honest with yourself, you knew it wouldn’t really be that much leverage. You knew about Dynamight — how he was notorious for being a huge dick, to say the least. He must already have a phone book full of complaints, and yet he was still one of the top pros in the nation. The commission clearly didn’t care enough to properly discipline him, and no matter how many videos of him cursing out civilians surfaced on Twitter, his merch still always sold out in minutes. The man was damn near untouchable.
“Well?” he says gruffly, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I’m waiting.”
“I…” you trail off, looking down at the floor as you deflate, “would rather not get insurance involved. Can we settle this between us? I’ll pay for the damages out of pocket?”
Dynamight laughs that unhumorous laugh again. “Oh yeah? Gonna pull ten racks out of your ass to fix that custom paint job? That orange color was formulated especially for me — they call it Dynamight Fuel Orange. Costs a pretty fuckin’ penny. You got that kinda money lyin’ around?”
You’re looking at him now, eyes wide, and he’s crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk. That stupid fucking smirk, it makes your blood boil — but you have to negotiate with him, try to be nice about it. Maybe he’ll take pity on you.
“Look, Dynamight, sir…” you say softly, noticing his eyes darken a bit at the moniker, “you’re right, I don’t have that kind of money. But I also can’t afford to have my insurance go up right now….”
He snorts, not faltering as he starts to pull his phone out. “Not my problem, sweetheart. If you don’t wanna give me your information, I’ll just call the cops —“
“Please, no!” You’re invading his space before you realize what you’re doing, putting your hand on Dynamight’s forearm to stop him from fishing his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants. He looks at you wide eyed, surprised by the intrusion, but doesn’t pull away from you. You stay there like that, your small hand gripping his taught forearm as you crane your neck to look up at him. “Please, Dynamight. There has to be something else I can do. I can work off the debt somehow…”
Bakugou looks you over as you prattle on, listing ways in which you might be able to exchange free work for his mercy. Your boldness has surprised him twice now — how fearlessly you had yelled at and pushed him earlier, and now, how easy it was for you to get in his space and grab him. You were a fiery little thing and your insolence infuriates him, but it also makes him a bit curious about you.
He takes in your face — the way your eyes look at him with such conviction, darting around when you’re trying to gather your thoughts, then looking up into his eyes again without fear. He watches your tongue dart out to wet your plump lips, the way you take your lower lip between your teeth when you’re trying to choose the right words. He notices the slight blush on your cheeks, whether it was from your closeness or the summer heat he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t noticed before, completely blinded by his own anger and adrenaline, but you are… honestly cute.
He looks down further, taking in the slope of your neck and the way your collarbones are only partially visible, disappearing under your shirt. Where he’s standing, he has a perfect view down your v-neck top. Your breasts are sitting pretty, skin glistening from the light sheen of sweat that’s developed, protruding then receding slightly as you take quick breaths. He can see your bra from this angle, the way it hugs your chest and hides away more than he wants it to. Your bra is black, lacy.
He wonders if your panties match.
Something you’re saying grabs his attention, making him turn his gaze back to your face.
“I’m a teacher. That’s why I can’t afford —”
Bakugou snorts, “They let you teach kids dressed like that?”
You look down at yourself, confused. What was so offensive about your v-neck and jeans? “Yeah? It’s Friday, we’re allowed to dress casually on —“
“Your tits are practically fallin’ out of that shirt,” he says, his lips curling up into a smug smile as your head snaps back up, mouth agape. You finally let go of his arm, moving your hand to cover your chest.
“Y’know what, fuck you,” you’re turning back towards your car now, fuming again, “I don’t need your misogynistic bullshit. You can just have my insur—“
Bakugou grabs your wrist suddenly, pulling you along as he stomps back towards the front end of his car, which is still sitting in a ditch. You claw at his grasp, stumbling along behind him. “Let me go, asshole!” you screech, unable to shake his vice-like grip. He pulls you down into the ditch with him, then reels on you, a crazed look in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat.
“Looks like my front bumper’s dented too,” the blonde says, voice low and gruff. Your eyes dart over to his bumper — but there is no dent. “W-where? I don’t see a —“
Without letting go of your wrist, Bakugou turns, brings his knee up high towards his chest, then launches his foot down onto the shiny front bumper of his own car. The metal crunches under the force, leaving behind a brand new dent as his foot returns to the dirt floor.
“See it now?”
His expression is different from the anger you’d seen earlier — it’s completely unhinged and it’s scaring you now. The wild look in his eyes paired with the menacing grin spread across his face is making your skin crawl. You shrink under his gaze, trying again to pull from his too-tight hold on your wrist.
The way you’re trembling and pulling away has Bakugou stiffening. The pure unadulterated fear he can see in your eyes as they widen, replacing the defiant gaze you had had just moments ago — it was absolutely delicious. He was just going to let insurance handle this little mishap, but you just had to be a brat, thinking you could stand up to him. Now he was going to put you in your place, and Gods know he was going to enjoy it.
“Looks like the bill just went up, sweetheart,” he spits the pet name, like it tastes bad in his mouth. “Your insurance ain’t gonna like that. Do you even have a plan that will cover this much?”
You’re stammering now, eyes welling up with tears as you try to push his hand off of your wrist. He’s gripping you so hard you’re certain his fingertips will leave bruises in your skin, his hold temporarily immortalized on your body. He pulls your wrist into his chest, and you’re forced to step forward into him. You’re so close now that you can feel the heat coming off of his firm body, you can smell the musky-sweet scent wafting from his skin — his face so close that you can see the gold specs littering his crimson irises, his breath fanning across your face.
“You said you want to work off the debt,” he lowers his lips to your ear, his voice reduced to a breathy growl, “I can think of some work for that bratty little mouth.”
With that, Bakugou’s grip snaps from your wrist to the back of your hand and he pulls it down towards his crotch, closing his hand over yours and forcing you to grab onto his half-hard cock through his sweats.
A sound of protest starts to leave you but gets caught in your throat when you feel it — the action so swift and so bold that your brain can’t fully process. You look down at where your hands are joined, as if to check if this is really happening, then back up at the red eyes that are boring into your own. Dynamight’s pupils are blown out, dark voids starting to overtake the crimson, and a fiendish smile plays on his lips. The look in his eyes is wild, hard, cocky — you realize he’s fully enjoying this display of power and he’s daring you to defy him. Something about him leering over you, making you feel like nothing more than prey to this well-trained predator, has you… completely turned on.
He’s moving your hands around slightly now, pushing and rubbing at his dick through the cotton fabric. You can feel it starting to stiffen, growing in your hand. It’s not even fully hard yet and you can tell that it’s big — bigger than you’ve ever had. You know you should pull away, scream at him, jump in your car and take off, but you just can’t. You’re frozen there, entranced by the feeling of him growing in your palm and completely hypnotized by the sadistic gleam in his feline eyes. Your body is starting to heat up, your face flushing, a familiar tension growing between your thighs that makes your head fuzzy.
“Well?” Comes Dynamight’s gruff voice, ripping you from your thoughts. “I ain’t got all day. Want me to let the damages go or not?”
Your voice comes out small, weak. “H-here? Right here?” Your eyes dart around at the road, half expecting to see cars lined up on the side of the road, a crowd forming silently to watch you defile yourself for this asshole. But there’s nobody, no cars as far as your eyes can see.
Bakugou grunts in response. “Did I stutter? Get on your knees.”
You know you shouldn’t do this. This road was usually pretty desolate, yes, but there was still the occasional car or semi-truck that blew through. Who’s to say they wouldn’t see? Who’s to say they wouldn’t slow down and snap a picture? Somehow the thought, as mortifying as it was, had a knot forming deep in your core — was it humiliation you felt, or arousal? Or was it the dizzying combination of both?
You don’t protest, your mind swimming with desire and the possibility of getting out of this situation scott-free. You just lower yourself, eyes on his as your knees come to rest on the hard ground. Dynamight snickers — there’s nothing he loves more than winning. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he breathes, “What are ya waitin’ for? Pull my dick out.”
His harshness is a spell and you are fully enchanted — if he told you to throw yourself into traffic in that voice, with that look in his eyes, you might just do it.
You mutter an “alright, asshole”, but move to follow his orders anyways. You hook your fingers into the stretchy waistband of his joggers and pull down, his half-hard cock bouncing up at you with new found freedom — he isn’t wearing boxers. His dick is so pretty (because of course it is), sitting long and weighty between his shredded legs. The white shaft has faint blue veins running along it, the light pink head smooth and shiny in the sunlight. He’s well groomed, his balls hairless and taught against his body, the dark blonde curls above his shaft trimmed and trailing up delicately to disappear under the hem of his shirt.
“Ya ever sucked a dick before?” comes the snide voice above you, “Gotta do more than just look at it, princess.”
You glare up at him, snatching his dick up in your right hand and giving it a sharp tug. He lets out a small groan, stepping forward a bit involuntarily. His cock is now right in your face, so close you can smell his musk and see a bead of pre cum leaking from his tip. He’s hardening quickly in your hands — he must have enjoyed the mean treatment, that bit of pain. You smirk to yourself.
You stroke him a few times, feeling the smooth skin in your hand, and look up at him through thick eyelashes — he still has the same hard expression on his face, but he’s watching you intently, taking in how small your hands look around his cock. You stick your tongue out and lean forward, giving his tip an experimental lick, tasting the saltiness of his precum as you swirl your tongue around the head.
He’s fully hard now, standing at attention right in your face, so big in your hands that you can’t fully wrap your fingers around it — and it’s curved slightly upwards. You can’t help but imagine how well that curve would hit your g-spot as he’s fucking you deep, his palms pressed against the back of your thighs as he pushes you open wide. You’re aching between your thighs now, and your face flushes as if he can somehow tell — the battle between wanting to hate this asshole pro hero and wanting him to fuck you senseless is raging in your mind.
You pull his dick upwards so you can press your tongue to the underside, giving his shaft a long, wet lick from the base to the tip. Once you get to the tip, you angle it back down and take him into your mouth in one swift motion. He lets out a groan, brows furrowing slightly as he watches his dick disappear between your lips. “There you go — ah fuck — knew you were a slut,” his voice rumbles low in his belly as you begin bobbing your head back and forth at a steady pace, massaging him with your tongue and slurping shamelessly. You’d sucked a dick before in your day, you knew that if you set a good pace and made it sloppy that it would be over with quicker, easier. If only you’d known that Katsuki Bakugou would not be the type to make anything easier for you.
A strong hand on your head makes you stop and peer up at its owner. The giant man leers over you, his hulking form blocking out the sun as he casts a shadow down on you, and his domineering presence somehow feels stronger now, more menacing. He’s smirking down at you, eyes blown and dark — filled with something you can only describe as predatory. The hand on your head grips your hair, pulling back so his cock pops out of your mouth and your neck strains backwards. His other hand finds your exposed neck, wrapping around it possessively.
“Open that little whore mouth.”
His voice is low, quiet, but you hear him loud and clear. You oblige, eyes wide, and feel the hand on your throat move to grip your cheeks. He leans over you, eyes on your tongue, and purses his lips. You’re too entranced by how pretty he looks leaned over you like this, blonde hair falling forward around his face, eyelids low, plump lips pressed together. Before you can even register what he’s doing, Bakugou spits into your mouth, a long string of clear liquid falling from his lips onto your tongue.
You gasp and the man above you laughs, gripping your hair hard in his hand and pulling it back down then swiftly shoving his dick back into your spit-filled mouth before you have time to react. He ruts into your face hard and fast, holding your hair tightly so you can’t pull away. The head of his dick bullies the back of your throat, his length moving in and out of your mouth with each relentless buck of his hips.
He’s panting and grunting with each thrust, filth falling from his lips as he begins letting his primal urges take over. “God yeah — fuckin’ whore — lettin’ me use your mouth like this — fuck — just keep that bratty mouth open —“
You don’t know if it’s his words or the way he’s using you so roughly, but you can feel your whole body heating up from the fire that is burning deep inside you. Your pussy feels painfully untouched and slick between your legs. You can feel it clenching around nothing as this handsome hero degrades you — bullies you in the most hypnotic way. You want to know how he’d bully your insides.
The way he’s abusing your throat is causing it to produce an uncomfortable amount of thick saliva. You gurgle around him, spit bubbles forming at the corners of your mouth and overflowing so your drool is dripping slowly down your chin and onto your chest. It feels like you’re starting to drown yourself, more and more thick spit pooling in your mouth and the back of your throat as he shoves into it ruthlessly.
As if he can hear your thoughts, Bakugou pulls himself out of your mouth and puts his hand palm up in front of your face, just below your chin. “Spit,” he commands. You look up at him confused, and he cocks an eyebrow, giving his hand a small shake. Finally understanding, you collect the saliva pooling in your mouth and reluctantly spit it into his open palm. A wicked grin spreads across his face and, with his other hand wrapped tightly in your hair to keep you from pulling away, he roughly rubs his spit-covered hand all over your face. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, surprised by the feeling of the thick fluid being rubbed over your mouth, cheeks, forehead, eyes — you know your makeup must be smearing around as it mixes with your spit.
Bakugou chuckles darkly, squeezing your jaw between his thumb and forefinger and moving it around so he can take in his handiwork — your skin glistening with spit and black makeup smeared around your eyes, your cute little face ruined. He’s drunk off of your destruction. He wants to ruin you more, reduce you to a sloppy mess and make you lose every ounce of that infuriating attitude and dignity until you’re nothing more than a used up whore. Nothing made his dick harder than being the one to destroy a pretty little bitch with an attitude — a pretty little bitch like you.
He finally wipes your eyes with his dry thumb and you blink, peering up at him through wet lashes.
“You look so much prettier like this.”
He straightens back up and tangles a hand back in your hair, gripping his dick in his other hand and rubbing it over your ruined, slippery face. The action feels so nasty — so degrading — and yet you’re panting below him, feeling your arousal radiating at your center. You just know that if you stuck your hand down into your panties that you would be completely soaked — and you’re almost tempted to, the need to feel friction between your legs getting stronger as the sensation of Dynamight’s weighty cock dragging along your face taunts you.
He can see you squeezing your thighs together, the way lust makes your eyes glaze over, and he snickers. “This turnin’ you on? Nasty bitch.” He grabs the base of his thick cock in his hand and brings it down on your cheek with a wet thwap thwap thwap.
“Open.”
You obey, and he shoves his length back down your throat in one swift motion, holding your head down, your lips pressed against wet blonde curls, until you’re gagging around him. You try to pull away, pressing your palms to his thighs and pushing, but he’s so much stronger than you.
“Stay there,” he grunts, “Ya wanna pay me back right? ‘m takin’ your breath as payment.”
You still, finding your body automatically going along with his sadistic little game. It was like your brain was hard-wired to want to please him — or maybe the mix of arousal and oxygen deprivation swirling around in your head was making you more pliable. You hold yourself there as long as you can, his cock filling your throat so full that he’s blocking your airways completely. You furrow your brows, trying your best to hold your breath and keep your throat from rejecting him, but you’re not able to hold him there for long before you’re choking around him and trying to pull away again.
He lets you, pulling your head back with his hands, and you take in a deep, raspy breath. As quickly as he’s gone, he’s back again, the familiar feeling of rigid, wet skin against your tongue returning as the blonde slides himself back down your throat. He fills your mouth up easily, his tip pushing past something hard in your throat until he’s blocking your airways again.
He bottoms out in your throat again with a groan. “Take it — fuck — take it all,” he moans as he wraps his hands up in your hair and starts moving your head back and forth against him shallowly. You’re gurgling around him, making lewd, wet sounds involuntarily as he uses your head like his own personal toy.
The panicked feeling from being deprived of air for too long returns and you slap his thigh twice, to which he groans and pulls your head off of him again. You’re gasping, sputtering, coughing, saliva covering your face, dripping down your chin and neck, globs of it rolling down the slopes of your breasts.
Wet sounds fill the air as Dynamight strokes his cock in your face, so much spit covering it that it’s gathering in his hand and dripping onto the dirt floor in fat globs. With his free hand he lifts his shirt up, ducking his head down slightly to bring the front of it over until the fabric is resting behind his neck, half removed so the sleeves are still wrapped around his brawny arms. Your eyes rake up his body, appreciating the way his abs tighten as he pleasures himself, the light sheen of sweat that makes his pecs glisten, the way his strong arm flexes with each stroke of his hand.
He was the closest thing to a God you had ever witnessed, and you were so captivated that you were ready to lay all of yourself at his feet.
You stick your tongue out and press it to his tip as he jerks himself off, looking up at him innocently to let him know you’re ready for more. He growls at your expression, how much of a mess you are covered in spit, makeup ruined, hair askew, and his slick cock jerking over your desperate face. The hand that isn’t pumping is brought up to your face, cupping your wet cheek as Bakugou looks down at you intently. He hasn’t even properly touched you and you look like this. He runs his thumb over your tongue, which is dripping spit onto your heaving chest, then pushes it in further, prodding at your mouth and pulling at your cheek. You swirl your tongue around his thumb before closing your lips and sucking with an approving hum. A husky moan is pulled from deep within him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his own slick hand, your mouth on him, and, especially, the sight of you. “Mmm messy fuckin’ slut…”
He thinks this is the best you’ll ever look, and he wants to see you look like this all the time — no, he wants to see you look even more used up. He wants to be your undoing.
“I might just have to keep you…”
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and leans down as he strokes himself, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss. Slippery lips, spit, teeth — his tongue explores your mouth in the same way he does everything: unabashed, feverish, domineering. Even his mouth is a bully, tongue strong, teeth nipping at your lower lip. You respond with a fire of your own, sucking his lower lip into your mouth harshly and biting down hard enough to draw blood. He growls and pulls away, but instead of anger on his face there’s a sly smile, his mouth and chin slick with saliva. His eyes are glowing as he straightens back up, bringing his pulsating dick back to your face.
Bakugou puts his hands on either side of your head, easily encasing it, and lines himself back up with your lips. With a low moan, he’s pushing himself back into your mouth. You take him willingly, tongue out, eyes trained up on him, and you moan around him, appreciating the way his girth fills your mouth up and makes your jaw ache.
He ruts into your throat, wet sounds filling your ears as he fucks into your face fast and hard. Your throat is burning, jaw sore, your chin wet from his balls smacking into it over and over. You focus on breathing through your nose when you can as he continues his assault on your throat. He’s groaning, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, fingers splayed out on the sides of your head as he loses himself in your warm, wet mouth.
You can’t look up at him now, too focused on trying not to drown in spit and dick, but if you could you’d see how beautiful he looks like this — his eyebrows furrowed and his pretty lips open slightly as he lets pleasure overcome him, his cheeks slightly flushed from the physical exertion. He doesn’t look angry or annoyed like this — he looks angelic, euphoric, like he’s in the most beautiful pain.
You know it before he tells you, the way his pace becomes erratic and his hands grip your head a little too hard — he’s nearing his end. He’s panting and grunting and babbling over you, his balls tightening as he quickens his thrusts even more. “Shit — so fuckin’ good — filthy fuckin’ bitch — ah yeah — yer such a mess for me — you like that shit huh — ugh gonna blow my load all over your face — bet you’d love that shit huh slut?” You moan your agreement, but the sound is lost around his cock, coming out as more of a high-pitched gurgle. He chuckles, but it turns into a long, low groan when you bring one of your hands up to massage his spit-soaked balls.
“Ngh-nasty bitch…” He moans, voice losing its edge as you work your hand over him, coaxing his orgasm out. And then he falls apart — head thrown back, brows stitched together, face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead and chest. With a flex of his abdomen and a final push into your throat, he’s cumming. Hard. You feel him pulse in your throat, feel heat on your tongue, taste bitter saltiness — then you feel hot, wet ropes falling over your face, one after another. He’s practically whining as he squeezes his spasming dick, releasing rope after rope of white-hot cum all over your already ruined face. His hand is wrapped up in your hair, keeping you in place for him as he comes down, squeezing the last bit of spunk out of his softening dick and letting it fall onto your outstretched tongue with an unceremonious flick of his wrist.
Even though it wasn’t your orgasm that had just happened, you’re completely high, eyes glazed over and panting, tongue still stuck out and absolutely covered in spit and cum. Your mind is so hazy and your cunt is aching something fierce, you simply can’t focus. Bakugou laughs as he’s pulling his sweats up.
“God, look at you.”
You’re coming back down to earth just in time to see a phone in your face — Dynamight snaps a picture of you as he laughs.
You’re suddenly painfully aware of how you look and where you are, the arousal that had previously had an otherworldly grip on your consciousness finally dissipating. You swallow and it burns the back of your throat, the smell of cum filling your nose. You feel slimy, your throat aches, your knees hurt. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He grins at you, leaning down until you’re practically nose-to-nose. “I said I’d let the damages go. Not that I’d let you off the hook. Now I have this —“ He turns his phone around, the screen lighting up with the picture of your ruined face. “— to keep you on my leash. And it’s a tight one, sweetheart.”
With that, he turns on his heel and starts walking towards the road, his thumb tapping on his phone. “Better get out of here before the tow shows up. Unless you want the driver to see what a whore you are.”
After taking a particularly long shower and pouring yourself a hefty glass of wine, you finally settle into your couch. You’re trying to shake away the shame that’s beginning to snake it’s way into your mind. How could you let a man — especially a man as fucking douchey as pro hero Dynamight — bring you to your knees like that? You’ve now realized that there was no way he hadn’t been driving way over the speed limit (how did he sneak up into your blind spot like that?) so the accident most likely wasn’t completely your fault. That means that you probably would have shared mutual blame and you would have been off the hook anyways… right?
The accident aside, your stomach is twisting just thinking about how depraved you had been. You let that man use you in every sense of the word and it made you feel dirty. But what was making you feel even more dirty was the fact that your mind was completely fixated on him, even now, and the feeling in your stomach was definitely something more than just disgust. The image of him hunched over you, sweaty and panting, with a cocky smirk on his face every time your eyes met — the sound of his grunting, the way he cursed at you and let the filthiest, meanest things you’ve ever heard just fall from his lips like it was nothing — the smell of his musk, sweet with a hint of spice, engulfing you more and more as he worked up a sweat — all of these things are like heroin to you; You hate yourself for it, but you want more.
Your body heat is rising again as the images of him flash through your mind. That sickeningly sweet twisting of your gut that radiates all the way up your body until it settles in your neck and face — maybe you were just sexually frustrated, needed a release and then he’d fade from your mind. You start to fish in your bedside table drawer for your vibrator as you pull your phone out for something other than him to get you going, but freeze when you notice an unread message on your lock screen. It’s from an unsaved number. You slide your thumb up on the screen, tap in your passcode, and click the familiar green icon. The message is sitting right at the top, waiting for you, taunting you. The text in the message preview makes your heart drop: Attachment: 1 image. You hold your breath and click — and it feels like your insides have dropped fully out of your body and onto the floor.
Looking back at you in the message thread is you — well, a version of you. You barely recognize yourself, your eyes glazed over, unfocused, and your mouth wide open, tongue stuck out in a heinously lewd expression. Your eye makeup is smeared and your features are obscured by the slick all over your face — spit — and the globs of white that are mixed in, covering your cheeks, your lips, sitting on your tongue, reaching all the way up to your forehead and in your hairline. Can this fucked out, messy, cum-covered person really be you? You know it is, because the memory of it is making your cunt ache.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch the dreaded 3 dots pop up below the photo — the person on the other end is typing. You wait for what feels like hours before the dots disappear and are quickly replaced with a new message:
“Better answer when I call, princess.”
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hatterbby · 8 months
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cw: prof/student, age gap, manipulation
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"Hey, pay attention," a sharp voice snaps me out of my reverie as I focus once more on the board.
"I.. I am so sorry, sir," I apologize profusely, embarrassment burning in my cheeks.
The bell ringing saves me and everyone quickly begins packing up their stuff. As I begin doing the same, the professor stops in front of my table, "I need you to stay after class."
Once everyone is gone, he glances down at me. "What's going on with you lately? You're usually my model student," he crosses his arms, "Is everything okay?"
"N-no, I mean, yes," I fumble over my words, practically leaping out of my seat as embarrassment pushes me to try and clear up the misunderstanding. A bemused look crosses his face as I stand in front of him now, trying to form a coherent sentence and failing, "I'm really sorry, I've just been very distracted lately."
"Why?" comes his soft reply as my cheeks burn with all my thoughts over the past few weeks and I give a small shake of my head, "Tell me."
"....you," it's a whisper so quiet, but it feels so loud in the silence.
"I'm distracting you?" he confirms, raising a brow. He takes in my blushing, the way I tug on my shirt and twist it around my fingers as I avoid his gaze before it finally clicks. "Ah, I see."
"So, what are you going to do to make it up to me?" he coaxes as he stands there, a smirk playing on his lips.
"What... do you mean?" I ask perplexed.
"I mean, what you just said could be taken as harassment, what are you going to do to make it up to me? What's stopping me from going and telling the dean?" he prompts, his arms on either side trapping me between him and the desk.
My words jumble out, stammering away like a deer caught in the headlights. "What do you want me to do?" my voice comes out small and confused.
"Good girl," he murmurs with a sadistic smile as he quickly turns me around, bending me over the desk. My mind does gymnastics to try and keep up with what's happening, and I open my mouth to voice my confusion.
"Shhh, now, now. You're going to stay quiet like the good little student you are, right? This is going to be our little secret?" he whispers against my ear and a strange thrill fills me as the heat of his breath brushes along my neck. Biting my lip, I give a small nod as I feel his hands pushing up my skirt until it's bunched around my waist.
The clicking sound of his belt buckle fills the room before I feel something hot and thick rubbing along my folds, coating itself in my wetness before pressing in slowly. The stretch burns a bit as I inhale sharply, gripping tightly at the desk to steady myself.
Once he's fully sheathed in my pussy, his arms wrap around me from behind, groping and clinging to me as he begins to thrust into me. Harder, faster. The desk quakes with our motions. I clamp a hand over my mouth, biting into the tender flesh as I try to quiet my moans and cries. The sound of skin on skin, the squelching, the creaking. It all fills the room with the depravity of our actions. His moans are quiet, breathy compared to my muffled but urgent ones.
His hand seeks out the one still gripping the desk, wrapping his fingers with mine as he fucks into me more desperately, more urgently. "You feel so good, fuck," he groans, burying his face into my neck as he seems to wrap himself around me, thrusting into me with wild abandon.
His other hand slides down, fingering my clit as he continues to thrust, and my hips tremble with the force of my release as my pussy clenches tightly around his length. He gasps in approval, grunting a bit as he bites down on my shoulder as if also quieting himself as he pumps a few more times into me, slowing as I feel a warm sensation filling me.
We both collapse into a heap on the desk as he seems to savor holding me for a moment longer. With a reluctant sigh, he pulls back and helps me straighten myself up.
"If you need special tutoring, please don't hesitate to reach out next time," he states as the bell rings again, students beginning to file into the class unaware of what just happened. I nod my thanks as I grab my stuff, the only evidence of our secret oozing down my thigh.
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drudyslut · 2 months
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— summary: you and jj have some late night fun on the beach.
— warnings: smut! 18+ soft!jj, public sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, squirting, creampie, overstimulation, lots of praise, unprotected sex.
— note: this. gif… it has me feral as fuck. also, sex on the beach just screams jj vibes and i need it so badly :((
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❥ sex on the beach — j.m
“jj-” you try and protest, but his lips are on yours again, silencing your pleas to ‘just go home’ and continue this.
a large hand runs up your side and to your shoulder, slowly pushing your back into the sand while his other hand is toying with the strings of your bikini bottoms.
his lips on yours have your brain short circuiting, almost forgetting that you’re in public, but the sound of the ocean waves crashing into the shore snap you back into reality.
you firmly press your palm to his chest, pushing him back, his lips red and swollen as he gives you a soft look, “what’s wrong baby?”
“i- shouldn’t we go home, j? i mean.. anyone can see us out here..”
jj sits himself on his knees, glancing around the dark, empty beach before his eyes find yours once more, “no one will see us princess, promise. this’ll be fun, c’mon..”
you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing around the beach as well— not a soul in sight besides you and jj. this could be fun, you didn’t know why you were so worried, jj would never put you in a bad situation either.
you sigh, “you’re right, it’ll be fun. ‘m sorry, i just get nervous… we’ve never had sex in public before..”
“‘s okay sweet girl, but don’t worry, just clear your mind, let me help you forget your worries, yeah?”
before you can even mutter out a response jj has his mouth on yours again, leaving soft, slow kisses. a small moan falls from your lips when he works his way down your jaw and onto your neck, his swollen lips wrapping around the sensitive skin to suck in a deep, purple bruise.
“j, please”
he pulls his lips from your neck, sitting on his knees again and gazing down at you, “please what baby? tell me what you need”
you prop yourself up on your elbows, big doe eyes burning into his face, “need to feel you.. please”
jj chuckles softly, his head rolling to the side in amusement.
“mhm, gonna need to be more specific baby. don’t be shy”
“your mouth, your cock. i need all of it j”
a wide grin takes over his face, the moonlight illuminating his beautiful features, making his bright blue eyes sparkle, “s’all you needed to say baby”
he places his hands on your thighs, running his fingertips up and down the length of your smooth skin before he finds the strings that tied your bikini bottoms together. he slowly pulls at the strings, the perfectly tied knots on either side of your hips coming loose, bikini bottoms now barely covering your arousal slick cunt.
“lift up baby” jj says softly, and you obey, lifting your ass up slightly so he could pull the flimsy fabric from under you.
he wastes no time spreading your legs apart and dropping onto his stomach. a shudder runs down your spine when you feel his hot breath against your sopping core.
your hands fly into his hair, tugging softly at his messy blond locks, your hips bucking forward, chasing the friction you desperately craved.
jj glances up at you from between your legs, his tongue running across his bottom lip before he dips his head down, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. you throw your head back into the sand, eyes squeezed shut as your fingertips dug further into his hair.
he repeats his actions a few more times before he finally wraps his plump lips around your clit, sucking at it softly. he releases your clit from his mouth with a soft pop, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud a few times, pulling soft whines from your lips.
jj begins prodding at your entrance with his tongue, pushing it in slowly before quickly pulling it back out. you squirm beneath him, clenching around air as you try and chase your high.
he drags his tongue through your slick, lips sucking at your puffy clit as he takes two of his fingers and begins sliding them through your folds. he slowly pushes his middle finger inside you, making you clamp down around the digit tightly as he slowly and sensually thrusts his finger before adding another.
your fingers tug at his hair, pushing his face further into your cunt as your orgasm begins to grow closer. you’re a whimpering mess, soft, sweet moans emitting from you, “j- fuck— ‘m so close, j!”
he quickens his fingers, the squelching sounds of your pussy and the waves crashing behind you filling the silent air. you feel the band tighten, your toes curling into the sand beneath you, hips rolling to meet each thrust of jj’s fingers, his mouth never letting up its assault on your sensitive clit.
the band finally snaps, your arms falling limp by your sides, fingers grasping onto the sand for dear life as your legs shake, your orgasm gushing from you and soaking jj’s face.
he helps you ride out you your high, not once faltering the movements of his fingers or the harsh sucking on your clit. you try and squeeze your legs closed, but jj’s strong hand finds your thigh, pushing it back to the side and firmly pressing it into the ground.
you begin to loudly whine, overstimulated and exhausted, “jj, please! s’too much!”
jj hums against your cunt, the vibrations making your hips buck forward, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to weakly push him back. it was useless to try and push him away, he was much stronger than you, and the grip he had on your thigh was keeping your legs spread wide for him. his fingers begin to slow in pace, curving slightly as he begins hitting at your gspot again, trying to pull another orgasm from you.
you feel your belly tightening again, another orgasm ready to burst free, causing tears to uncontrollably stream down your face.
“ah ah, jj— shit!” you moan loudly, head pressed firmly into the ground, lip brought harshly between your teeth as your second orgasm quickly rushes from you.
jj pulls his head from between your legs, his face covered in your arousal. he smirks down at your limp body, his eyes intently watching as your chest heaves up and down, legs still shaking as you try and bring them together.
he crawls on top of you, his arms on either side of your body. he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss and slipping his tongue inside your mouth, letting you taste yourself.
“did so good f’me baby, so good. you feel okay sweetheart?”
you weakly mutter out a “mhm”, too exhausted to try and form a full sentence.
jj nods his head, lowering his body onto yours. your eyes fly open when you feel his hard on pressing against your bare cunt through his swim trunks, “got one more in ya pretty girl? jus’ one more, and then i’ll take you home and take care of ya, sound good?”
you snake your arms around his waist, pushing his front further into you, a soft whine falling from your lips when his hard cock pressed against your overly sensitive clit, “wanna feel you, j. need to feel you”
jj smiles excitedly, pushing himself up and onto his feet. you watch him in awe as he strips himself of his swim trunks, his long, thick cock springing free and making saliva pool in your mouth. you’d always found jj attractive, obviously he was your boyfriend, but something about the way the moonlight was shining down on him, illuminating his beautiful body, made him look even more deliciously beautiful.
he drops himself to his knees, his hands finding the sand as he puts himself in push up position. he crawls his way toward you slowly, caging your body into the ground, his lips on yours in an instant.
you moan into his mouth, a smirk playing at his lips from how desperate you were for him, “gonna make you feel real good baby”
he takes one hand, grasping his cock and slowly pumping himself a few times before he runs his swollen head through your slick folds. a soft gasp falls past your lips when he slowly pushes the head in, quickly pulling it back out and repeating his actions a few times.
you’re about to complain, beg him to fuck you, but your words die, a loud shout of his name emitting from you when he sinks himself inside of you without warning, filling you to the hilt.
“oh shit! jj!”
he slowly rolls his hips into yours, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting at your sweet spot with each push and pull. your hands fly around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulders and leaving half crescent moons on his skin. you scratch your nails down his back, the sounds of your loud moans drowning out the waves crashing into the shore.
still sensitive from the last two orgasms jj had awarded you, you could already feel your third brewing, your velvety inner walls clenching tightly around his cock, sucking him in deeper.
“gonna cum f’me already princess? we jus’ barely started” jj mocked teasingly.
he hisses when your fingernails dig further into his back, breaking the skin, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum if you keep squeezin’ on me so tight, want me to cum inside you sweet girl?”
you manage to breathe out an “mhm”, your eyes squeezed shut as you focus on your impending orgasm.
jj tuts, stilling his hips, his dick buried deep inside you as he gazes down at you, “words baby, want my cum inside this pretty lil’ pussy, hmm?”
a whimper leaves your lips at his lack of movement, “yes, p-please j. want your cum inside”
he smiles, his hips snapping harshly into yours once more, “atta girl, s’all i needed to hear”
low and raspy groans fill your ears, jj’s thrusts growing sloppier letting you know his own orgasm was nearing. he snakes his hands under your waist, large, calloused hands cupping at your ass before he quickly flips the two of you, putting you on top.
you throw your head back, arms flying behind you to steady yourself as you rolled your hips around his cock, giving him a perfect view of where the two of you connected.
“shit, your pussy looks so good with my cock buried inside it, could stay like this forever, shit!”
jj lays one hand behind his head, watching intently as you continued to slowly fuck yourself onto his cock. his free hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing sloppy circles around your overly sensitive bud.
strings of curses and groans fall from you and jj, your orgasms threatening to burst from you. jj removes his fingers from your clit, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you forward, your head buried in the crook of his neck as he begins to harshly fuck up into you.
“jj! j- shit, ‘m cumming j!”
“go on baby, ‘m right behind you!”
a few more harsh snaps of his hips has you tumbling over the edge, your third orgasm gushing from you and soaking jj’s cock and pelvis.
you feel his cock twitch inside you, a string of “fucks” falling past his lips as the hot, white ropes of his cum spill inside you.
he thrusts his cum deep into your cunt, his hand falling from your waist and to his sides as he tried to steady his breathing.
you roll yourself off of him, laying in the sand beside his sweaty, worn out body, “thank you, that was fun” you say sweetly, placing a soft kiss to his cheek.
rolls his head to the side, “told ya, you can bet your sweet ass we’re doing this more often”
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hunajan · 3 months
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Dabi x F!Reader smut
Dabi almost gets caught by the heroes, so he takes you as his hostage. You’re trapped with him in a building, on the 7th floor, surrounded by cops and pro-heroes. Then his dirty mind gets an idea💕🔥
Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Dubcon, public sex, humiliation, Stockholm syndrome
Your cheek and breasts are squished against the window, the glass getting steamy from your breathy moans. Your face feels hot from not only getting your pussy stuffed to the brim, but also because Dabi is forcing the police, the pro-heroes and the civilians to watch what he’s doing to you. Your saviors have no choice, but to watch hopelessly as your abductor fucks you while trying to come up with a plan on how to save you.
You keep your eyes shut, not wanting to see the despairing looks of the audience or the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles. It’s beyond embarrassing, your pussy dripping, slick glistening on your skin and everyone’s witnessing it.
But Dabi is delighted, for everyone’s got their horrified attention in the way he’s pounding his hostage’s perfect little pussy. He holds your thigh up while thrusting into you from behind and his other hand is gripping your neck. He has a pleasured smirk plastered on his face and a little drop of sweat trails from his forehead to the scarred part of his cheeks.
You squeal as he grasps a handful of your hair before bringing his lips close to the shell of your ear.
“See, baby? Everyone’s so fucking worried about you,“ he grins.
You open your eyes, your brows furrowed as you venture to take a look down at hundreds of people seeing you get fucked by the infamous flame villain. It’s so humiliating, yet you can’t prevent moans as his cock abuses your sweet spot so sinfully good.
Dabi sneers and forces you to bend over more. He grasps your hips, demanding hands bruising your smooth, soft skin for he has a shameless goal in mind.
“Nngh.. You’re gonna cum on my cock, baby, then everyone’s gonna see how fucking much you enjoy this. Perhaps you’ll even be considered as my accomplice.“
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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 2 months
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𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝
𝕎𝕀���ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊
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ft Unknown Omega/First Heat, stepcest, claiming|mating + Daddy Kink, fingering, belly bulge, creampie, knotting, breeding
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and large age gap(R: early 20s, A: late 40s-early 50s)
WC: 4,375
【Masterlist】
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“Daddy! Can you drive me to the mall? I gotta get my phone fixed!” You called down the stairs to your stepfather. While you had your license, you didn’t have your own car and your stepdad’s was the only car you could use, though never without his permission.
“Sure thing, sweetheart! Just meet me in the car when you’re ready to go?” You heard his deep voice call back up to you. His deep, gravelly voice had an odd effect on you today. You had always known his voice was hot, though you tried to not let your mind wander too much. Today, though, it sent a shiver down your spine and just about made you weak in the knees. Literally. You felt your knees almost buckle below you.
“What the..” You muttered but just shrugged it off as your mind still being a little hazy from sleep. So you continued to slide on your clothes and pack your messenger bag.
“You almost ready, princess?” As you heard his voice again, the same shiver shot down your spine and a warmth planted itself in your lower belly. Now chalking it up to simply being hungry, you just grabbed your bag and threw the strap over your shoulder.
“Coming, daddy!” You heard the door close though it didn’t latch and you jogged down the stairs to meet your stepdad at his truck.
“Morning, princess. What’s wrong with your phone?” He asked when you climbed into the passenger seat.
You looked over at him and noticed his long black hair was tied back in a loose bun that hung low on the back of his head and his stubble was growing back from when he’d had to shave it for a meeting with the school board of the High School where he works. He wore a tight-fitting long sleeve black shirt and simple dark blue jeans with his normal black boots. His normally tired eyes didn’t quite seem tired but they were still lidded in an easy manner.
“I have no clue when it happened but the screen is entirely cracked and it looks like someone ran over it with at least a dirt bike..” You grumbled, twisting to pull your seatbelt across your body, leaving a hint that your stepbrother might have been responsible, though your stepdad seemed to gloss over it. He probably chalked it up to your constant butting heads with his son.
“Huh, well, hopefully, they can fix it quickly, it’ll be bad if no one can reach you if you go out on your own.” The rumble of the engine shook the truck and he started on his way to the super-mall in town since that was the closest place with a cell phone shop.
“While we’re there do you wanna get some food? I’m starving!” You announced with a slight laugh, seeing an amused smile playing on the Alpha’s features as he shook his head at your dramatics.
“Sure, princess, we can get some food. You okay with the stuff they got in the food court or do you wanna check anywhere else out?” He asked glancing for half a second at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Hmm.. Well, I’ll probably have to leave it with them to see if they can salvage it, or at least my data, so we should probably stick close.” You reasoned, thinking of places in the mall with any good food.
“Good thinking, we’ll get there and see where our bellies take us.” He chuckled, patting his hand down on your thigh which made you laugh more with his sentence. He fully turned to look at you with his amused smile when he finally parked at the mall, which you hadn’t realized you’d arrived at.
Having been so caught up in conversation, you hadn’t realized that you felt really warm and a haze starting to infect your mind. As you moved to leave the car, you felt an uncomfortable throb in your nether regions. Pushing it to the side in favor of getting your phone fixed, you trudged forward with the tall black haired man into the mall.
“You feeling okay, sweetheart? You look a little red.” Said man asked, lifting his hand to rest it on the side of your neck opposite him, slightly wrapping his arm around you. The touch on your scent gland felt better than you ever could have imagined and your instincts all but screamed at you to curl into his body, but you resisted any and all reaction.
“Y-yea.. Maybe it’s just the summer heat catching up to me, I guess I might have put on one too many layers,” You reasoned, forgetting that you only wore one layer over your underwear, as just a tank top and leggings.
“Hmm.. Okay, but if you start feeling off you tell me, alright? I’ll drive you home and come back to grab your phone if I need to.” He kept his arm around your shoulders, though he removed his hand from your neck. The loss of contact made you inexplicably want to whine. ‘It’s probably just because I’m feeling weird so I want the comfort or something..’
“‘Kay, thanks, Daddy.” You slightly leaned into him with a content breath and he just wrapped his arm further around you as you both walked through the bustling hallways. Finally reaching the cell phone shop, you were glad you didn’t have to wait too long to reach the desk.
“How can I help you- Oh! Aizawa Sensei! What are you doing here?” The green-haired Beta teen behind the desk greeted the black-haired Alpha.
“Midoriya,” Your stepdad greeted back with a slight nod, “I’m here with my stepdaughter, her phone is busted so we need to get it fixed.” He simply explained, vaguely gesturing to you with a glance, you still being tucked into his side and still looking slightly flushed.
“Oh, hello! Are you feeling alright?” The Beta, Midoriya as it seems, asked with worry upon seeing you flushed and leaning into your stepdad.
“Mhm, fine, thank you, just a little off today,” You offered with a smile which seemed to appease the boy.
“Well, alright then! What seems to be the problem?” He offered a smile of his own in return.
“You tell me,” You chuckled, fishing your phone out of your bag as you moved to stand on your own away from the comfort of your Alpha stepdad’s side. You placed your phone on the counter and badly concealed a laugh at the way the green-haired boy’s equally green eyes nearly bulged at the sight.
“W-What happened??”
“Not sure. I left it on the kitchen counter to make dinner and I couldn’t find it for an hour or so afterwards and suddenly it appeared like that in my room. I personally suspect my stepbrother..” You muttered at the end, earning another chuckle from the man beside you.
“I think you’re just looking for an excuse to blame him for something, sweetheart.”He teased, setting his hand on your shoulder as he sent another amused grin at you as he eyed you out the corner of his eye, making you ‘Hmph’.
“Well, I’ll have to check with the Techies if this can even be salvaged, and if not we’ll do whatever we can to retrieve your data. Either way, it’ll be a while so if you just want to stick around the mall until it’s ready, that’ll probably be best. Aizawa Sensei, we can let you know when it’s ready since the time can vary by whichever process is needed. Either way, I’ll get you guys a discount.” He lowered his voice with a mischievous smile and a playful wink.
“Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver! If I don’t have my phone I’ll pretty much be confined to the house without a chaperone,” You chuckled.
“Thank you, Midoriya. We’ll stick around near here until then.” Your stepdad said, giving a small nod of appreciation. After leaving your phone in the care of his student, the Alpha lead you out of the shop and started walking in the direction of the food court.
“You still hungry, princess?” He leaned down to speak into your ear from how loud the corridor was with the people yelling speaking loudly to each other. The closeness and feeling of his breath on your ear and neck sent a shiver wracking through your body and your knees weakened leading to you falling into his embrace, though it could easily be passed off as simply leaning back into him.
“Uhm.. A-a bit, yea..” You said, moving to lead him to the restaurant stations before he could question your stutter.
Once you arrived you were then even more flushed and you felt heat rising in every part of you, between your legs throbbing even more with a sort of cramping fire in your lower belly. You were panting and the haze in your mind had even more of a hold on you now. As you entered the dining area you could feel all the sensations overwhelming you.
“Daddy..” You whined, entirely falling into him for support as your legs couldn’t keep you up any longer.
“Y/n…” The Alpha muttered out your name, his arms wrapped around your back, keeping you up. His voice was huskier and thicker and when you brought your head up to look at him, you saw his pupils were blown and his nostrils were slightly flared.
“Daddy… It.. It hurts…” The heat was overtaking your body and the throbbing between your legs was verging on painful, your lower belly feeling just about on fire and an ache building inside that your instincts knew the solution to. It was your instincts that told you that that ache you felt was from the emptiness you were so hyper-aware of.
“D-Daddy… Please.. Make it stop.. Make the heat go away.. Please… Alpha..” As soon as his denomination left your lips he had your neck craned up, cradling the back of your head, his lips locked with yours. Your mouths moved clumsily against each other, teeth bumping and saliva leaking down your chins as your tongues tangled wetly. Your pheromones leaked out in droves and made every Alpha in the area turn and look.
‘Unclaimed Omega! Just presented!’ All of their instincts practically screamed at them. When they turned and saw an Alpha already ravaging you, their jealousy and competitiveness flared. A few started moving towards where your stepdad had hoisted you onto a table and started ripping your tank top off your body.
The second that your Alpha stepfather noticed other Alphas encroaching on his Omega- stepdaughter- he turned and planted his hands on either side of you. His hands, were far enough behind you to shield you from the Alphas trying to sneak a peak. He then let out the most vicious, possessive growl you’d ever heard from him and it sent another shockwave of need through you.
“A-Alpha..!” You let out a whiny moan, catching his attention once again. He dipped back in, making quick work of shredding the rest of your top, and started laving his tongue over your scent gland. His mouth pressed against your Claim Site made slick pool in your underwear and your need to submit grew even stronger. Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled away from your neck and clenched his teeth.
“Fuck… Can’t claim you… Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess.. I’ll make it stop hurting.. but.. I can’t claim you. No matter how fuckin’ much I fuckin’ want to, princess..” He muttered in your ear. You didn’t entirely know what exactly he was talking about but you knew it made you whine and let out a whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess. I’ll make you feel good, okay? That sound good, Omega?” At the sound of the title, it’s like something snapped in you and you didn’t let yourself wallow in the confusing distress his proclamation caused and only focussed on trying to get his clothes off, or at least enough that you could reach your end goal.
“Alpha.. Alpha, please.. Need.. Need a…” You tried to beg but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your stepfather assisted in your messy rush to get his pants open with one hand while the other lifted your chin to press another sloppy kiss to your already swollen lips.
“Need a knot, princess, ‘n’ I’m gonna give you one. Promise.” He growled out against your lips in his sultry voice.
“Yes!” Your instincts cried out that that was exactly what you needed, ecstatic that your Alpha was going to give it to you.
“Just hang on a second, ‘Mega, ‘kay?” He asked, trying desperately to stay calm and not lose his head. He knew that the second he gave into his instincts fully he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from claiming you. You, his little stepdaughter who still calls him Daddy, even though you’re already 19. 19, and only now presenting, as an Omega, at that, 3 years late which led to the assumption you were a Beta. Oh, how wrong they all were.
He deftly hooked his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and shimmied them down enough to hook into your panties as well. Quietly instructing you to lift your hips as much as you could, he slid your leggings down to bunch around your knees. The scent of your slick grabbed the attention of everyone around, not just the Alphas, drawing in Betas, too. The power of a freshly presented Omega surely was a dangerous one.
“Fuck, princess… You’re drawing everyone’s attention..” Your stepdad growled out in a sort of prideful possessiveness like he was glad that everyone was not only watching but desperately wishing they could take his place, “They can all smell your slick..” He smirked as he bit his lip when he dragged his fingers through your lower lips. The feeling on your oversensitive cunt had you throwing your head back and letting out a loud keen.
“D-daddy..!” You moaned loudly when he dipped two fingers in, both going in easily with extra space left over. Taking advantage of that, he slid a third finger in to join them, adding to your pleasure, finally feeling a stretch.
“Fuck…” You heard one of the bystanders moan lowly, making you look around and notice all the people watching with varying mixtures of lust, jealousy, and fluster.
“Ahh.. Daddy.. They’re.. they’re watching..” You got out with a moan, though you were far from dissuaded by the audience.
“They are, ‘Mega. They’re all watching you. You’re so fucking gorgeous they can’t take their eyes off you..” Your stepdad told you, spreading his fingers and giving you an even more delicious stretch.
“Please! Alpha! Please! Need you.. Need your knot!” You begged loudly, purposely glancing around and watching the reactions of all the other Alphas around you. All their eyes were firmly on you, some of them had even pulled their own cocks out and began stroking them.
“Of course, princess..” Your Alpha promised, leaning in once again and pressed his lips to yours, “Whatever my Omega wants..” He let out a husky growl into your open and panting mouth as he reached to lift your legs to align with his torso in parallel.
Then, finally, you felt what you had been needing for what felt like forever. You felt his cock pressing against your awaiting hole, trying to press in, to fully breach you.
One gutsy Alpha from the crowd decided he’d had enough watching and wanted to shove his knot inside of you if your stepfather was going to take so long. He stepped forward and let out arrogant and dominating pheromones to hopefully make the black-haired man step aside and simply allow him to dominate you instead.
The moment your Alpha smelt the other Alpha approaching and sensed his intent, he did 2 things simultaneously that made you tense up in an immediate orgasm.
He whipped his head around and let out a growl so possessive and protective and downright threatening. The other Alpha not only backed off but immediately submitted and bowed his head, his arrogance having entirely evaporated.
At the same time, he slammed his hips forward and bottomed out in one thrust. You felt the tip of his cock immediately make contact with your cervix and it only confirmed what your instincts had been latently screaming. He is the perfect Alpha, he fills you perfectly and it’s as if he was always meant to be there, situated inside you, filling you wholly.
The growl he let out shook through his entire body and in turn, it reverberated inside you as well. You felt the vibrations against your clenching walls and you even felt it where his pelvis was pressed flush against the backs of your thighs. The neatly trimmed hair at the base of his dick pressed right against your clit.
“F-fuuucckk-!” You nearly screamed at the instant feeling of fullness. Your stepfather’s hands gripped tightly against your legs, still up and flush to his chest, forcing himself to keep his hips still to let you adjust to the size. He hadn’t given you time to accommodate him as he went in so he worried he would only harm you if he started right away.
“P-please!! D-Daddy-! Move! Move! Please!” You could only beg for what wholly occupied your hazy mind, only knowing your need to be thoroughly filled and bred. That was all he needed to hear as he leaned forward, just slightly, enough to let your knees fold over his shoulder.
Giving you a silent warning with his eyes, he started moving his hips, pulling out until only the tip was left. From there, he immediately began a rough pace. The table he had lifted you into, which you vaguely noted at some point was bolted to the floor, began to shake with the force of his thrusts. His left forearm wrapped tighter around both of your thighs as his other hand snapped to grip your waist in a way that felt like it was divined.
“Fuck, Omega.. Fuck, princess.. You feel so fucking good,” his stubble scratched pleasantly at the flesh of your thigh as he spoke, nipping them every once in a while, “so fucking perfect, ‘Mega..” His words began to slur as he lost himself to the feeling of your cunt gripping down on him like a vice.
“Alpha.. Alpha!! Need.. need your cum, please! Fuck, Alpha, please!!!” You simply shouted out what your Omega was telling you, not even knowing if you were getting any coherent words out at all, though that didn’t matter to you. Not to you, not to the raven-haired Alpha plowing into you, not to any of the bystanders enjoying the show.
With your head thrown back in pleasure from the delicious scrape of your stepdad’s cock against your walls, you could faintly gather that a couple of Alphas had paired with the watching Betas. They plowed into them at the same rhythm you felt your hips clashing with your stepdad’s. It seemed at least one had even already knotted and was simply humping in tandem.
Many other cocks were visible as well, being fucked into fists or simply teased, some were buried in the throats of Betas and the few other Omegas alike. You almost felt envious of the Omegas getting to choke on a cock, your mouth feeling empty for a split second before a loud cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat.
Your stepdad had used his Alpha Claws to shred your leggings right down the middle and, almost simultaneously, pressed your knees to your chest. He leaned forward even more, adding a slight burn to the backs of your thighs, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your knees were now thrown over both shoulders as he relentlessly pounded into you, hitting all new spots from the new angle.
You could feel his cock head drag over your g-spot before it rammed into your cervix, again and again, as if it were demanding entry for itself. Your lewd moans and the wet slapping of skin against skin, along with the loud squelch of your cunt, still gushing slick were reverberating around the entire dining area. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sounds reach all the way back to the Cell Phone Shop.
Soon enough, you felt the beginning of his knot forming and catching on your hole the more it inflated. The feeling of it pushing its way into your sopping hole, again and again, was going to drive you insane. After a few more thrusts and the recognition that his knot was nearing full, your Alpha stepfather shallowed his thrusts just enough to only leave his knot out until he reached full capacity.
His thrusts stayed fast but eased up on their force, making you let out an instinctive whine. You needed to be filled. Filled to the brim! No shallow thrusts! No soft thrusts! You needed a knot!
Luckily, it seemed your prayers were answered almost immediately as his knot reached full inflation and after only a couple more thrusts, he rocketed his hips into yours and shoved his knot inside you. The stretch of his large knot made you cry out in ecstasy from the sting of it forcing its way inside you. Finally. Finally! You had the knot inside you that you so desperately needed.
Mere moments after his knot was fully settled inside you, you felt his hot cum shoot out inside you and fill you to the brim. It was only then that you had been able to notice that his cock alone had managed to cause a bulge in your belly from how deep it reached and the bulge only seemed to grow with how much seed he was implanting in you. In your womb.
Faintly, as if from far away, you heard most of the audience you had wracked up reach their own ends, some inside of someone, others into their hands.
“Alpha..” You breathed contently, letting out a sigh of relief at finally being filled with both knot and seed, and at the ache being released from your legs as he moved to let them rest comfortably beside his hips. You looked down and gently placed a hand, aching from how hard you had been gripping the edges of the table,(though you don’t remember doing so) over the swell of your stomach, smiling weakly at the warmth it emanated.
“Princess…” Your Alpha responded, lifting his hand to place it over yours, “Do you feel that, ‘Mega? That’s where you’ll be carrying our pups. I’ll keep you full with my cum for your entire heat and make sure… Make sure that you’re carrying my pups.” You looked up and met his onyx eyes, his hair loose from his low bun and falling in his face, making him look like a being of pure beauty and sex sculpted by the Gods themselves. He had a lazy yet confident grin on his lips, a mixture of yours and his saliva making them glisten, the faintest hint of his Alpha Fangs showing.
He looked like the perfect vision of an Alpha. The perfect vision of Your Alpha. He may not be able to claim you, but you wouldn’t let that stop you from declaring yourself as his. You would proudly carry his pups and submit to his every desire like the perfect little Omega for him.
Your Alpha leaned down and kissed you again, though this time it was slow and sensual and loving rather than the fast and wet, fiery passion it had been before.
“Love you, princess. So fucking much..” He panted against your lips, pressing another chaste peck before resting his forearms beside my head to keep himself up.
“Love you, too.. Daddy..” Your voice was slurred with fatigue, both from the exertion of being perfectly bred and from the pure exhaustion your first heat had shot through you.
You didn’t know when, but you slightly stirred awake from when you had, apparently, passed out, at the sound of a low growl. You were still mostly asleep so you couldn’t comprehend much, but you could tell you were now being held against your stepdad’s chest as he sat in what seemed to be a booth. You vaguely recognized that he had growled at an Alpha who had gotten just barely too close to you both.
The protectiveness lulled you back into a comfortable sleep against his chest, happily breathing in his pheromones. You hadn’t been able to even realize if you could smell his pheromones earlier, your mind too occupied by the physical sensations you were receiving.
When you awoke again, you were situated in his truck, buckled up as he pulled out of the parking lot. You realized you were in his shirt and some new pants that seemed to have been bought just earlier. You felt an ache in your hips and between your legs, one you knew you wouldn’t trade for the world. Tiredly, you dragged your hand to rest over your lower belly once again.
“You finally awake, princess?” Your stepfather’s husky voice asked, seeming more than content. Looking over you found him shirtless and smiling at you as he waited for the light to change. You gave a nod with a matching grin, singing contently.
“Yea.. I’m finally awake..” You spoke, voice hoarse from your loud moans and cries, though you couldn’t be happier.
“I’m awake..” Your Omega purred happily, the sound emanating from you, too, filling the truck with the sound of a happy, filled, and bred Omega.
You could feel the heat calming in your body, leaving you with an exhausted form feeling aches all over and a feeling inside you that you couldn’t pinpoint. All you knew was that your Omega was completely and wholly content and happy. You felt inexplicable giddiness and ecstatics, like everything had gone according to some grand plan.
You couldn’t seem to bring your hand away from your belly, feeling like you were meant to hold it. To cradle it.
‘Who knows? I’ll just have to figure out these instincts as I go.. Maybe it’s an Omega thing.’
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