Watch My Boyfriend For Me

watch my boyfriend for me

characters: mikey, chifuyu, rindou, ran, baji, kazutora, sanzu

synopsis: how he reacts when you ask the chat to watch him for you.

warnings: the haitanis are kinda short

note/s: i’m back on my writing shit… i think, anw, please enjoy these short drabbles while i force away the rust in my writing, glad to be back 🩷 (i also plan to write a wbk version of this so heads up for that one!)

mikey:

“can you babysit my boyfriend for me?” you say to your camera as you propped it up in front of your boyfriend who paused midchew.

“babysit?” mikey asked, mouth filled with dorayaki, his dark eyes looked like a confused puppy as he looked at you, who walked away without giving him a response.

mikey swallows the sweet treat before he stares back at the camera with a confused expression. he mentally counts the seconds being recorded, confusion still etched onto his face before he brushes away the blonde strands that were framing his face.

“wanna see a cool trick?” mikey asks no one in particular before he grins and picks up the phone and props it onto a higher place.

“okay so… this is called a high kick.” mikey says as he demonstrates it, flashing a grin to the camera. the next few minutes were spent with him showing the camera all the kicks and moves he knows from the dojo.

“and finally… this is my special nuclear kick, as kazutora would like to call it– wait! let’s get a better view.” he says before he lowers the camera. “there.”

“in three… two… one…—oh oops!”

your boyfriend accidentally kicked the camera off the table.

the impact caused the tempered glass to shatter and the noise caused you to run back inside.

“what happened?!” you asked as you assessed the situation, mikey only gave you a sheepish yet guilty smile. “they couldn’t handle me…”

commenter: it started well until he knocked me tf out ⅖ will not babysit again, the kicks were cool tho.

commenter: bro struggled with placing us on a higher place but he’s a cutie patootie so i’ll give him that.

chifuyu:

“i’m gonna take a walk, watch my boyfriend for me.” you say to the camera before placing it in front of chifuyu who was combing peke j’s fur.

“baby? where are you—” “i’ll see you in a bit, baby! be nice.” you cut him off, closing the door shut.

“uh…” chifuyu didn’t know what to do. is this a new tiktok trend? are you messing with him? is the camera even— yep, it was recording.

“hi so uh.” chifuyu coughs. “my name is chifuyu, i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.” he awkwardly introduces himself, green eyes fluttering back to the front door, silently hoping for you to walk back in.

after a few seconds and no sign of you, he refocuses back to the camera and raises peke j in view. “this is my cat.”

“his name is peke j.” he grabs one of peke j’s paws and waved it to the camera, making a small meowing sound as he does so. “he’s saying hi too!” chifuyu grins before he laughs at his cringe.

“what the hell am i even doing.” he says before petting peke j’s head and running over his scar. an idea suddenly coming to his head.

“so… my mom didn’t want peke j at first. i had to hide him in my hoodie when i was 12 just so i could keep him…”

you came back to chifuyu talking animatedly to the camera, a big smile on his face as he pets his cat.

“oh, baby! you’re here.” chifuyu notices you immediately before he pats the space beside him. “i was just telling them how peke j was the reason how you and i met!”

the two of you talked to the camera until your phone notified that there was no more storage. you should really clean up your gallery, stop procrastinating.

commenter: HE’S SO ORANGE CAT CODED

commenter: his lil cat adoption story was so sweet pls make a part 2!!

rindou:

your boyfriend was in his homemade gym room doing his sets when you placed the phone on the tripod that you set up in the room. rindou sets down his dumbbells as he looks at you with a raised brow.

you say nothing to him before you start recording, “make sure my boyfriend doesn’t hurt himself, thanks!” you say to the camera before you bolted out the room before rindou could say a word in.

rindou sighs as he gets up from his bench press, all sweaty and gross as he approaches the camera. he rolls his eyes once he realizes that the camera was recording. nevertheless, he returns back to his sets, grunting heavily every time he finishes parts of his routine.

you came back to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, a circular weight on his back and his biceps flexing everytime he pushes down.

“really?” you asked and rindou pauses mid push-up to look at you with a confused gaze.

“you’re being all slutty and sweaty for my camera?” you cross your arms, a deadpan expression on your face, rindou kneels from his position and gives you a look of disbelief.

“you’re the one who started recording! i’m just doing my normal routine.” you scoff.

“then why’d you have to look like a whore doing it!”

“excuse me?”

commenter: bro groans like a good boy

commenter: excuse me sir that groan? what happened to hi and hello?

(rindou had to make a follow up video explaining that he was taken AND he does NOT take it like a good boy.)

baji:

“i’m going to get the food outside, can you watch him for me?” you say, shoving the phone to baji’s face before running away. the action causes baji to jolt up from the couch and gripping the phone to stop it from falling in his grasp.

“oi, what the—” “oh, and no swearing, keisuke! we don’t want to get flagged.” you say before running out the door.

“huh?” it was only then baji realized that the phone was on a livestream and there are dozens of comments squealing over him.

“i’m so fu–darn hungry, (y/n)’s taking so long” he groans

“what am i supposed to do with this?” baji asks the chat and one comment in particular caught his eye.

“that’s a great idea, kazutora” he smiles ominously.

the next thing you knew was chifuyu calling baji’s phone. you picked it up and before you could even get a word in, you can hear chifuyu’s panicked voice.

“(y/n)! baji’s about to commit arson in your backyard!”

“he’s about to what?!”

commenter: 2/10 will not babysit again, he looks like he bites

commenter: 1/10. he scares me

kazutora:

“hey, babysit my boyfriend for me? thanks!” that was said with no context as kazutora finds himself facing the front camera of your phone. he stiffens up, not used to looking at himself much.

he awkwardly reaches for his bowl of cereal, eyes hyper focused on the camera as he scoops the spoon into the bowl.

“uh… hi.” he waves awkwardly, trying to watch the series that was on tv but he still couldn’t feel comfortable with the camera pointed at him so he turns the tv off.

“so uh… i’m eating a bowl of cocoa puffs.” kazutora says, showing the camera his meal, “they’re really good. it tastes like cocoa… i mean obviously– anyway!”

kazutora coughs. a blush forming on his cheeks on how awkward the entire situation is.

“so uhm. cats are cool.” he starts. “did you know that the calico cats were brought in japanese voyages because sailors thought they brought good luck?”

“it’s uhm. a pretty cool fact if i do say so myself.” silence.

“uh a cat was also mayor in an alaskan town for 20 years so there’s that.”

“oh! also, did you know that isaac newton invented the cat door?”

commenter: 5/5 he’s a lil awkward but his cat facts are so cute

commenter: 4/5 did not know about these cat facts and ill change my rating to 5/5 if we get more cat facts

sanzu:

“watch haru for me, thanks. he’s your problem now.” you say as you plop the phone in front of sanzu’s desktop.

“babe, what the hell?”

“careful, chat, he bites.” with that, you turned on your heel and left.

sanzu looks at the livestream and realizes that everyone was either thirsting for him or asking when your next shared content will come out.

“i’m in the middle of editing the video when that headache forced you to babysit me” sanzu said, shaking his head. “i do have one with senju coming out tomorrow, we tried 1 star hair products.”

he reads a comment and shakes his head. “of course not on my hair. (y/n) loves running her fingers on it and i’d be damned if i ruined it." he says before reading more comments

“what are your hair recommendations for someone with dry hair? well first, go condition that shit…”

“your curly hair is getting frizzy? souya said to not comb it while dry but i don’t know, if you fuck it up, blame the twins. my hair is pin straight so i wouldn’t know”

“skin care? i don’t know. whatever (y/n) puts on my face— don’t you dare take me out of context.”

commenter: was expecting to babysit this babygirl but got great skincare and haircare advice

commenter: apparently i was using the wrong toner, thanks for the help 5/5 will babysit again.

ran (bonus):

did not need any babysitting, was just asleep.

commenter: bro’s snoring

commenter: hes meditating guys

commenter: he’s died

note/s: if there is a tiktok trend u best believe i WILL write about it, i also hope u get the meme reference for ran.

feeling so high but too far away to hold me ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ;༊

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summary: satoru and suguru come to a critical conclusion, but is it too late for them to mend what was broken?

tw: angst, homophobia, abandonment, mentions of (unintentional) self harm, mentions of illness, barely proofread

notes: title taken from halsey's "without me." all images were taken from pinterest and are NOT mine! i'm not sure if i like how this came out but oh well gotta get through it lol. banner is from @/cafekitsune!

Lately, Satoru has been thinking a lot more about you.

He shouldn't be. Choso's been on his ass for stupid mistakes, like a slight misstep during practice, or the way his voice wavers ever so slightly on notes that are well within his vocal range. Nanami grumbles a bit more when recording sessions extend even further. Haibara brings him an extra water bottle during practice. Even Sukuna is slightly nicer to him, as if he can see how much Satoru is struggling.

Satoru hates it. It makes him feel weak, because he knows now that he misses you more than his heart can bear. He has women throwing themselves at him left and right, so why does a girl from a town he left behind make something in his chest twist? By all accounts, Satoru is thriving. He has a wonderful relationship with his boyfriend, his boy group has broken record after record with each single they release, and Satoru has just signed onto a brand deal with Chanel.

(He knows you're not just a girl, you were his. The only person he could bear to share Suguru with, the only person who could see past his flirtatious facade and say, "It's okay, 'Toru, I'm here for you." He knows the reason why he forces himself to believe you would have only shunned him like his parents, is to run from the realization that he abandoned you in the most horrific way possible.)

It doesn't help that his managers handle all of his social media accounts, and go through all his mail. As soon as him and Suguru signed onto the same agency, their phone lines were decommissioned, and they were given highly protected personal phones. You wouldn't be able to reach him even if you wanted to. Hell, they barely even saw Shoko, and the only reason was because they were both the only people who trusted her to take care of their medical needs.

Suguru had tried, once, to ask about you, to get a way of contacting you. Shoko had looked him dead in the eyes, steel hidden behind soft brown, and told him that, "if you were just going to abandon her like that, at least have the decency to stay gone until they could commit to her fully." The way Suguru's face had paled only confirmed the worst for Satoru; you hadn't understood. You had seen their leaving as the worst kind of betrayal. Shoko had refused to tell them more, stubborn in her loyalty to you.

At first, it was easier to hide shame behind a kind of disdain. Of course you hadn't understood what it had been like, being rejected so violently by parents you once loved. Of course you hadn't understood what it was like to feel the noose tighten around your neck until you knew you would either run, or die. Maybe if you couldn't let them go, it meant you truly had never loved them anyways.

As the months grew, slowly and surely, the tangle of excuses unraveled. You might not have understood, but you had defended him silently in small rebellious ways. The eyeshadow palette that still sat at his vanity. The birthday card you'd made him when you turned 14, with a small rainbow under the phrase "I'll love you no matter what." You too had felt the noose; you'd spent years fighting it, fighting your hatred of the small town you were forced to grow up in. "Satoru, Suguru, Shoko," you would tell them, "one day we'll all move out of here into the nicest, fanciest apartment in the city."

Grief was love with nowhere to go, and in that particular moment, Satoru found your absence particularly painful. Sighing, he stretches, resting his chin on the back of the couch to stare at the clock. 12:36; Suguru was probably still awake. Quietly, Satoru pads to the spare room in the apartment he shares with Suguru that they'd converted into their music and production room. Unsurprisingly, he finds Suguru perched on an old barstool they thrifted, gently strumming the strings of the guitar you'd gifted him so long ago.

"Satoru," Suguru says softly, pausing. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be asleep by now."

Wordlessly, Satoru wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the slope of his neck. After a few moments, he speaks.

"I miss her."

He can feel the way Suguru stiffens slightly in his arms, before exhaling, tension releasing from his shoulders. "I miss her too. I've been thinking, Satoru."

"That's dangerous for you," Satoru chides, and Suguru rolls his eyes fondly.

"You're such a brat. I've been thinking, what if we went back?"

Satoru blanches, staring at Suguru. "What?"

"Not permanently," Suguru hastily amends, knowing how deep Satoru's scars run. "Just enough to...I don't know, Satoru. We messed up really badly. I know there's a large chance she won't even be there anymore. She used to always tell us about how she couldn't wait to move to the city. But we can at least start there, right?"

The news of Satoru's hiatus caused enough ripples for even you to notice it. Despite the fact you avoided anything to do with both his and Suguru's music career, every news outlet, radio channel, and social media post had something to say about it. Hell, you couldn't even open the local newspaper without seeing his face plastered on it, lamenting his temporary break from the group's next comeback.

Frowning, you slam the kitchen cabinet door a bit harder than necessary. Why should you care? If anything, you should be gloating with this piece of information, that not everything was perfect in Gojo Satoru's idol career. Yet, a small part of you still worried. Was he eating alright? Did something happen to Suguru? Should you call Shoko?

The door chimes, startling you out of your thoughts. Your parents are back in the hospital undergoing another round of treatments but they could have came back early. Sighing, you walk over to the door, opening it without a second thought.

"Hi, what-"

In that moment, you feel several emotions. Regret, that you hadn't checked who it was before opening it. An odd blend of concern and fear; why had they come back, was something horribly wrong? Most overpoweringly, was the deep sense of anger that welled up inside of you, seeing both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing on your doorstep.

"You're here," Sator- Gojo, breathes, crystalline blue eyes greedily drinking in the sight of you. He reaches for you, but you flinch back.

"What are you doing here?"

You're surprised to see that Gojo seems hurt by that statement. Sugu- Geto steps closer. "We wanted to see you."

"Oh, so a whim?" You can't help the harshness of your voice, or the way that your voice trembles ever so slightly. "Its been years, Geto. Five years since you left, and you come back now? What am I, just an afterthought? I already knew that but my god you're such an asshole."

"That's not what I'm saying," Geto sighs, and you want to throttle him. "We missed you so much, I can't even-"

You can't help but cut him off, fists clenched and hot tears pooling in your eyes. "You could have left a note. You could have left me an address, could have reached out once you settled in, anything!"

It's Gojo's turn to speak, hands fidgeting as if he wants to pull you close. "Our managers-"

"I don't care!"

A hush falls after your outburst, and you can't help the tears that slip down your cheeks. "Did I really mean that little to you? I would have left with you, I would have done anything for you, so don't you dare try to come up with an excuse. Don't try to tell me that your managers stopped you. I loved you." Your voice breaks. "How could you?"

Both men look ashamed. Geto is the first to speak. "We thought you would have moved away. We lost our original numbers, and Shoko refused to-"

Your eyes flash. "Don't try to blame Shoko for this. Unlike the two of you, she stayed with me."

Gojo flinches. "That's not fair. We didn't have a choice, why can't you see that?"

A sardonic laugh escapes your lips. "See what? All I see is the choice you made in leaving me behind."

"What happened to you?" Geto breathes, and you fight the urge to slap him. "You were so adamant that you would get out of this town."

"Well I can't," you hiss. "Not all of us can abandon their loved ones without a second thought."

Gojo's face looks like you've just shattered his world. "You never left?"

Something in the way he says that breaks something inside of you. "Mom and Dad have whatever Grandmother had," you tell them. You're not even sure why you're saying this, but there's a sick sense of pleasure in watching it start to sink in. "There's nobody else to help take care of them. Whenever she can, Shoko will try her best to stop by."

"You've been alone," Geto murmurs, horrified.

Venom fills your mouth. "I have been since I was sixteen, thanks for asking. You think I didn't notice that you two were together? You never even said anything to me and I still figured it out." Gojo's face pales but you plow forward. "It was always Satoru and Suguru, Gojo and Geto, but what about me? I was there too, wasn't I?" Blood drips down your palms; you're digging your nails in hard enough to cut. "You two forgot about me. You discarded me, left me behind. Did you really think so little of me? Did you really think I would treat you like everyone else in this town?" You can see the pain in Geto's eyes. "As if it wasn't enough, I had to see you everywhere. It's nice seeing how quickly both of you replaced me with other women."

Gojo calls your name but you shake your head, vision blurring. "Go fuck yourself, both of you. Don't talk to me. I wish you'd never come back." Whirling back inside, you slam the door, ignoring the frantic banging and shouts. As you sink to the floor, you finally allow yourself to sob, curled up against the solid wood doorframe. I thought it was over, you think miserably. But somehow it hurts more than the day they left.

thinking about idol!gojo and rockstar!geto (tw: mentions of underage drinking, implied abandonment, implied homophobia from gojo's parents, vague mentions of illness)

how you three, along with shoko, lived in the same ratty small town in the middle of nowhere. you'd moved when you were six, all shy and scared of the house your parents had moved to in order to help your sick grandmother that you barely remembered because the last time you'd seen her was when you were four. you were from the city; you'd never seen fireflies, or grass that stretched out as far as your eyes could see, and so when you saw the first firefly appear just as the sky turned to dusk, how were you supposed to resist it?

so you chased it down to the creek, all smiles and filled with excitement, until you realized it was dark, and you were in the forest, and you were scared. you couldn't help but start to cry, and that's where geto found you.

"are you lost?"

sniffling, you peered up at the dark haired boy, whose soft brown eyes filled with a sort of concern. "y-yeah," you hiccupped, and geto offers up a gentle smile. "it's okay, i know the way back."

and so, you'd taken his hand, let him tug you out of the creek bed, and lead you back toward the house that still didn't quite feel like home. you'd learn, his name was suguru. suguru geto, and wherever suguru geto was, satoru gojo was never too far behind (although you didn't know that, yet).

"you crying?"

you'd let out a startled yelp, still clinging to suguru's hand, twisting to look at the other boy who was staring at you with unrestrained curiosity. even at the age of six, you found him beautiful, with the piercing blue of his eyes, and the soft white down of his hair, even as he mocked you. satoru hadn't known how else to express the sort of silent jealousy that had torn its way through his chest once he saw you holding suguru's hand.

the two of you bickered, all the way back until they left you at your front door, much to suguru's displeasure. yet satoru was beaming; nobody but suguru and shoko dared to speak to him that way. he was too young to understand the way his heart seemed to churn every moment he saw you after .

later, you would meet shoko ieiri, who instantly took a liking to you, defending you with the stubbornness of an older sister you never had.

later, you would realize just how beautiful suguru and satoru were, as they grew. you were the one who pierced suguru's ears (a decision made at 1am in his basement), who bought satoru his first eyeshadow palette (his parents would have died if they'd ever see him use it). and it was eventually you who brought them into music, as you stared up at the ceiling of suguru's basement. the lights grew hazy as you blinked up at them, empty bottles of stolen beer surround you. suguru and shoko were busy smoking a pack of (also stolen) cigarettes, and satoru was on his phone.

"what if we like. made a band?"

you were only 16, and dreamed of leaving the small town you'd moved to. the temporary stay had turned permanent after your grandmother had inevitably passed. shoko immediately snorted. "i love you, but i can't sing for shit."

but you were persistent. you thrifted an old guitar that you gave to suguru as a birthday present, encouraged satoru's angelic singing.

you should have known they would outgrow you.

you're 21 now, still living in the old house, taking care of your parents. the dreams you'd had years ago turned into ash in your mouth. even shoko had left, off to pursue medical school.

you can't stomach looking at the news anymore. satoru has broken into the idol industry, creating equal amounts of chart toppers and scandals. an idol like that only comes once every one hundred years, they say. with the way he moves, the way he acts, you're inclined to believe it.

(when you watch him for the first time, on some variety show, you see him, see the way they've done his makeup, and you're brought back to sitting on the couch, telling him to stop moving or he'll mess up the eyeshadow you attempting to apply. you wonder if his parents were furious at the decision. you wonder where the eyeshadow palette you gave him went. did he take it with him before he left for good? bile rises heavy in your throat, and you shut off the television, unable to stomach it any longer.)

the radio is equally as traitorous. you know suguru has been dominating the indie charts, to the point where it's simply suguru and satoru competing against each other. you hate how whenever you go to the local bakery, you can hear his voice again playing through the speakers. hate how when you make the long drive to pick up your parents' medicine, how you can hear him through your car's speakers. it feels intimate in a way that you cannot bear.

(still, you hear the guitar and remember the look in his eyes when you gifted him the one you'd found in the thrift store. suguru had treated it reverently, telling you with an earnest sort of smile that, "the first song i write will be for you." he's traded out acoustics for rock. he has no need for that guitar anymore, you think absentmindedly. just like he no longer needed you.)

but what you don't know is that every time satoru's makeup artist gets to his eyes, he has to keep them firmly shut or else he'd burst into tears. she didn't do it like you. she never would. every time he steps onto the stage, he looks for you, though he knows he'll never find you. it never stops him from looking. how he sings his heart out in the hopes you'll hear him, unaware that despite his popularity, you avoid his music like it's deadly.

what you don't know is that every time suguru writes, he realizes how he lied to you. "the first song i'll write will be for you," he remembers, and yet now every song he writes is about you. now, girls he doesn't even know, screams his name, screams along to his songs that he wrote for you. they pretend that they're the girl who was left behind, the girl that he's never stopped loving.

(he'll never forget the way your hand fit into his, how even at the age of six he knew that you were the only one who ever had his heart along with satoru)

how on days he misses you particularly badly, the piercings you'd given him burns. he writes his love into his music, the music that you shut off every time you hear it come on the radio.

it changes nothing, if they come back, you tell yourself. suguru and satoru have each other. they don't need you.

but one day they do come back, come back for you, and it changes everything.

Caught in the Rain by the Shishitoren Captain

TW: MATURE CONTENT: fluff, a little angst, smut - dirty talk, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration (pnv), fingering, semi-public sex, all characters written as 18+ in mind. MDNI

Synopsis: You are caught by Choji one day on the rain, and become fast friends from there. After the two of you start dating, he takes it slow with you and you feel you have to take matters into your own hands. (Reader has been in a sexually active relationship before, but the partner wasn't good / attentive).

I love Choji sm as a character, so I enjoyed writing this piece, though I think I might edit / add more to it later on. If you’re reading this, then thank you and if you want more wind breaker characters then check out my ML!

It was raining on the day you met the sunshiny captain of Shishitoren. Not like pitter patter rainfall, but a torrential downpour as you sprinted through the streets. Running blindly towards the first bit of cover you saw, which so happened to be a rundown looking theater absolutely plastered in graffiti. As you waited for the rain to stop, huddled under the good parts of the awning, you were shocked to find out that there were people inside. 

Jumping at the sound of the busted looking door behind you swinging open and clanging against the support pole, but you don’t have any time to prepare for what’s about to happen as you are suddenly swept off your feet. Well, more accurately, knocked off your feet as something incredibly fast, hard and aerodynamic (?) slams into you from behind.

“Choji! Someone’s at the front of the door, don’t-” A loud baritone voice comes shouting from inside the theater. It’s far too late for warnings though, as you brace yourself to go skidding across the wet pavement. Tightening your face just as you bring your arms up to avoid the brunt of the fall hitting your jaw, but you never feel the pavement, or even the rain that had been invading through the tears in the awning.

Suddenly, you’re hovering with the ground inches away from your nose, and the rest of your body held at an angle up off the ground. Releasing a trembling breath, and slowly placing your hands on the pavement as the bull in a china shop gracefully lowers you until your knees are also resting on the ground. Finally peering upwards reveals a kind, round face housing a pair of warm, coffee colored eyes that had a honeyed hue reflected in the outdoor lighting, soft mocha locks framed his face as well.

“Sorry, sorry!” Chirping excitedly at you while exuding sunlight from his very core. “I didn’t realize you were out here, are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Rapid firing his questions as his eyes soften with concern as he tilts his head curiously at your widened eyes and slightly parted lips. Behind him, a tall guy with raven locks and striking green eyes is peering out the door at you and your attacker-turned-savior, concern lining his face too.

“N-no, I’m not hurt! I thought the building was empty so I just didn’t expect you to come out.” Stammering as you finally release the breath you’ve been holding and relax your shoulders. It takes a moment for your body to catch up to your brain and accept that there was no danger present. Shooting an apologetic smile to the adorable guy next you, quickly adding. “I’m sorry for trespassing - I was just trying to get out of the rain.” Explaining your presence at their hangout place with a sheepish grin. He looks thoroughly relieved that you’re unhurt, then beams at you brightly, and you almost feel the need to shield your eyes.

“Why don’t you come inside to get out of the rain?” Offering welcomingly as he straightens and reaches out his hand to help you up. Grasping it lightly and rising to your feet, that’s when you notice that you’re a few inches taller than he is. Something indiscernible flashes in his eyes as he sees your realization, but then your face lights up with an awestruck expression. The fact that he was able to catch, lift, and maneuver you so gracefully despite the size difference thoroughly impressed you.

“That would be great, thank you.” Answering gratefully as you shoot him a kind smile, trying to not give away how much he’s piqued your interest already. Beaming right back, and then he leads you towards the door.

“This is Togame Jo,” motioning to the tall, dark haired guy still in the doorway as he introduces him with a cheery grin. The two of you exchange a polite smile and nod. “And I’m Choji Tomiyama. Are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before.” Tilting his head as his curious tone reflects the gleam in his eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you both, I’m Y/N L/N, and yes I am. I just moved here a week ago, so I got a little lost in the rain.” Informing them as they both nod and offer you a general ‘welcome to town’. “Oh, also, thank you for catching me before!” Adding quickly as you turn to Choji. “I was definitely about to fall flat on my face… You’re really strong. Do you compete in any sports?” As you compliment Choji, it’s like seeing a peacock spread its plumage as he beams brightly at you and throws his shoulders back a bit more. Togame puffs out a laugh and shakes his head at his captain’s ego.

“No sports! We just fight a lot!” Responding cheerily as he completely misses the way your eyes go wide - never having heard that before.

“Oh, so like martial arts?” Inquiring as your curiosity begins to steep.

“Yeah, some, but a lot of people just punch and kick without using a technique like that.” Explaining with a shrug of his shoulders, like you’re already aware of what he’s talking about. Nodding slowly as if you understand, but then you shoot a questioning look at Togame who is avoiding your gaze completely. The three of you arrive at a set of doors that look like they lead into a fancy theater. It sounds loud inside - a lot of whooping, hollering and maybe banging? 

“Y’know Choji, maybe-” Togame starts to voice his reservations, but in true Choji style - the shorter male doesn’t listen and pulls the doors open wide. The scene revealed to you is one you’ve only witnessed in movies. An auditorium with every seat filled with men about Choji and Togame’s age who were all wearing the same orange jackets that they were sporting. They were whooping and cheering as two men fought on stage. It was weird if it were a sport, because you don’t see a referee as the two men punch and kick at each other - spraying blood across the stage.

Choji peers expectantly your way, but you’re just stuck blinking at the scene. Only then does the sunshiny male feel self conscious that maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to show you what seems to be a teenage fight ring. Just as Togame’s mind starts racing to find a response for your questioning look that would put you and Choji at ease - you take a step into the auditorium.

They both exchange bewildered looks as you slowly make your way towards a standing area with a banister. Choji watches apprehensively as you lean forward on your forearms on the banister and watch the fight with rising interest. Cautiously, he approaches and stands next to you, and Togame takes the spot on your other side. In a hushed tone, you speak to both of them.

“Is there a point system? Or is it like whoever is left standing wins?” Turning to ask the question over your shoulder, purely curious. Again, Choji and Togame exchange bewildered looks - thoroughly confused as to why you haven’t run away yet.

“Whoever is left standing wins…” Mumbling just loud enough for you to hear as he peers at you out of the corner of his eye, and finally taking in your features. Soft, flowing locks that draped down your back and framed a face filled with delicate features. Most striking, he thought, were your eyes which were now filled with awe and wonder.

“What do they win? Or is it for, like… glory?” The questions continue rolling off your tongue, again out of pure curiosity, but as you turn to meet Choji’s gaze it is confirmed by the complete lack of judgment in your eyes. You’re practically buzzing with excitement as you wait for his answer.

“Glory, kind of…” Choji murmurs hesitantly again, and when you tilt your head towards him with an expectant look - hoping he would elaborate - he goes on to explain Shishitoren, their ideals and devotion to power. Togame and Choji thought by then, maybe, you’d run away. Instead you listen, enthralled by their little world, as you ask clarifying questions with a curious gleam in your gaze. By the end, you basically knew the history of Shishitoren, how Choji became leader, and all the top ranking fighters there. Just as you were enthralled by them regaling about themselves, Choji was just as enthralled watching you listen intently. A precious notch would form in your brow every time you had a clarifying question, and he adored the way it would smooth out and be replaced by a look of pleasant surprise when he answered it.

It wasn’t long before other members of Shishitoren noticed Choji’s focus for the day, and some of them wondered if this would be a one time thing. It, in fact, was not a one time thing. As it turns out you live around the corner from Ori, and would not only run into Choji and Togame, but the other members of Shishitoren often. Other than the Captain and his Second, who always greeted you and struck up a conversation, the other members were awkward around you - but still kind. They just didn’t know how to receive you yet, or how you fit in at Ori. 

It became abundantly clear with every street fight you witnessed that they were frequently sporting nasty cuts and bruises. Often you would stop injured Shishitoren members on their way to Ori to ask if they had bandages and stuff for their injuries. At first they noncommittally would say yes, even though they were constantly running low, and try to scurry away. It wasn’t long before they learned to just let you help them, because every time they walked by with their injuries still untreated you would ask them about it, or offer them some supplies, or just offer to patch them up yourself. Eventually it became commonplace for the Shishitoren team to visit the little Konbini you worked in to get patched up and be sent on their way with a snack and drink.

In return, you were allowed free reign of Ori after living in the area for only a few months. No one gave you strange looks anymore when you would show up to watch a fight, or to just simply hang out. Choji, Togame and you became very close during that time, but you grew closest to Choji. It was difficult to not want to constantly bask in his warm smile and kind gaze.

The first time he kissed you was right after a big brawl that occurred right behind the Konbini - he had popped his head in to tell you to stay inside for the time being with his signature grin. The fight must’ve been long and arduous because when Choji returned, several hours later after the sun had set, he was covered in blood and was sporting a rather nasty cut above his left brow. Wasting no time patching him up - even going as far as making him take off his shirt so you could thoroughly check him for severe cuts or broken ribs. 

It was then, when you were running the pad of your finger over his ribs for any sign of breaks - with your hair tickling his nose from your face being so close - that he reached down to cup your cheek and kissed you meaningfully. It was in secret as other Shishitoren members were gathering outside - it was exhilarating, and just plain old hot. Choji, ever the passionate man, wasted no time pulling you closer in between his thighs - him sitting on the counter and you standing in front of him - so you could feel his growing bulge on your abdomen. He carded his fingers through your hair to grip the back of your head so he could kiss you ravenously - licking and nipping desperately at your lips until you granted him access. As his tongue roamed your welcoming mouth, his hands mapped your yearning body - running his hand down your side and around your hip so he could grip your ass and lift you even closer to him.

He would’ve gone farther, had you not let out a panicked whine and parted from him with surprised eyes while panting hard. Quickly, you had explained to him that while you like him - this was moving a little too fast for you - and that you wanted to take it slower. Heart beating out of your chest, you fully expected him to reject you and ban you from Ori.

“Okay, I can take it slow, but I don’t wanna risk someone else stealing you away… Will you be my girlfriend?” Dipping his head towards you to punctuate his question, his eyes showed how gravely serious he was as they searched yours for an answer.

“Yeah - I’d really like that.” Breathing out as overwhelming relief drenched your nerves while you beamed up at your now boyfriend. Choji presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, and that was the start of him restraining his desire for you - to not scare you away. At the time, you didn’t realize how much his restraint would come to frustrate you.

Once you and Choji became official, everyone at Shishitoren was overly accepting of the new status. It didn’t change much - you still had free reign of Ori and you still patched up all of their wounds. The only real change is how openly protective Shishitoren members have become towards you in general - you weren’t really expecting it. Apparently it had been ongoing since Choji met you, but none of them had ever let on that their Captain basically told them if they can protect you and they don’t, then he’ll hold them accountable.

Other than that, your and Choji’s relationship stays basically the same… except for the fact that you can’t get the way he kissed you out of your head. Reminding yourself - every day - that you wanted to take it slow, but then you’d be flooded with memories of the way his tongue felt against yours or how breathless he made you and you just want to jump his bones right there. Eventually, you start taking a different approach by wearing outfits that you knew would get him flustered. It never worked though - Choji kept that unwavering smile on his face through any attempt on your part to ruffle his feathers in hopes that would lead to him pinning you somewhere and taking you right there - regardless of who saw. But as you continue your attempts, and your boyfriend remains oblivious, you start to feel self conscious that, despite the kiss, maybe he doesn’t see you like that? Maybe you're too tall? Or too weak? The thoughts swirl in your mind, until one day you take matters into your own hands.

Choji and you are in the recreation room - Choji relaxing on the couch, and you are doing inventory on bandages and supplies. The room was empty other than the two of you, which afforded you a rare chance alone to ogle your boyfriend in peace. As your task comes to an end, slowing your movements so you can watch Choji mindlessly scroll on his phone. Mocha locks hung in front of his eyes from looking over his phone, but the rest of his lithe body is leaning back into the couch with one arm resting along the back. His legs are spread wide which makes his shorter form seem so much more imposing, and for a moment you are struck with the idea to straddle him out of the blue, since his lap looks like such an inviting seat at the moment.

Pushing all self conscious thoughts aside, you take a deep breath before crossing the room to stand in front of Choji. Barely hearing the soft padding of your feet as you approached, but he sees your toes in front of his shoes over the top of his phone. Raising his gaze to your determined one, he flashes you a smile as he tosses his phone to the other end of the couch, and then cocks his head as if he was about to ask what’s wrong.

Before he can speak, you press one of your knees into the cushion next to his thigh - Choji’s eyebrows shoot up as he eyes the hem of your skirt swaying around your thighs - but you continue to sink your other knee into the cushion next to his other thigh and lower yourself completely until you’re straddling his lap. Slowly you reach up to rest your wrists on the hardened muscle of his shoulders as you let one hand dangle over the back of the couch while the other cards your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. The whole time you got into position, you watched Choji’s face closely for any sign of discomfort or disgust, but he just watched you in pure awe. Finally, he looks at your face clearly with a dark glint in his eye, but he finds that you’re already blushing badly with a worried look on your face. It was obvious that you didn’t know how to proceed.

“Nervous?” Teasing you softly in a lighthearted tone, and you nod in response which causes his brow to raise questioningly. Then, adjusting slightly so you're sitting completely on his lap, and then he grabs your hips gently and pulls you closer before peering up at you with a concerned notch in his brow.

“Choji… do you think I’m…” beginning slowly, and he gently rubs your lower back with one hand as the other drifts to rest comfortingly on your thigh. It’s an attempt to encourage you to continue, but an inferno ignites under your skin from his touch. Swallowing hard before you meet his gaze with more determination this time, causing a small amused smile to play on his lips. “Do you think I’m attractive?” Murmuring softly, in a tone that says you’re expecting a ‘no’.

“What makes you ask that? I call you beautiful more than I say your name Y/N.” Remarking incredulously, but his smile is still brighter than the sun.

“I-I know… but you don’t touch me, really…” mumbling defensively, avoiding his warming gaze.

“I’m touching you right now,” he teases - not letting you beat around the bush just like how you do with him.

“We hold hands, hug, and share a kiss in private sometimes… but you don’t touch me like…” your words cut off in your throat as tears prick your eyes. Choji stops teasing you then as he brings a hand to cup your cheek and force you to look at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me. Whatever you need to say is important, so please tell me.” Assuring you with an unfaltering smile as he thumbs away your tears. 

“I feel like you don’t touch me like you want me…” when Choji’s brow creases slightly, you huff and force yourself to be clearer. “You don’t try to touch me like a boyfriend would… You haven’t tried to kiss me like on that night, when you asked me to be your girlfriend… Why don’t you? Am I not desirable…?” Whispering in a voice is so small that sounds completely defeated as your shoulders slump slightly. His thumb stills on your cheek as he realizes how you've been feeling lately.

“Of course you are.” Affirming in such a deadpan tone, leaving no room for argument, and you just stare at him. “I don’t push it with you because you’re shy about this stuff, and the last thing I want is to scare you away. But if you feel ready, and you want me to touch you like that, then just tell me.” He sounds so nonchalant - like you hadn’t just bared your heart to him - but it actually did make you feel better. Your shoulders felt lighter as you realized he’s just been holding back… you wanted to see how Choji is when he lets himself act on his desires.

“Choji.” Saying meaningfully as you meet his heated gaze with yours. ‘Mhm’ he chirps back. “I want you to touch me… like that… please.” You whisper, that fragile feeling returning tenfold as you wait for his response.

“Finally.” Breath fanning your lips as his lids become half lidded. Cupping your face in one hand, he presses his lips to yours and takes his time feeling you before he nips at your bottom lip for more. Once your lips are parted and you grant him entrance, he is detailed and thorough about claiming your mouth. Caressing and flicking your tongue, and wetting your lips with his saliva. His other hand grips your hip tightly and presses you down so your core grinds against his growing length. At the same time he grinds up against you, completely overwhelming your senses as you whine out his name. Your panties are soaked and dampening his jeans in a matter of moments.

Suddenly, the door flies open and Arima and Kunuma are standing in the doorway bearing witness to their captain groping and tasting you, and more importantly, not stopping.

Whipping your head towards them, you immediately remove your hands from Choji’s hair at the nape of his neck to lay them flat on his chest as you try to lean back and eek out a ‘sorry!’ in their direction. Choji doesn’t let you lean back though, instead he keeps you flush to him, and doesn’t turn to look at the other two guys. Instead he continues peppering kisses along your throat up to your jaw where he pauses and presses his nose to the skin along your jawline, causing your eyes to widen as you peer down at him through the corner of your eye. Choji still doesn’t turn his head to the door, only his dark eyes flick to the two intruders and pin them in place.

“Arima, Kunuma - I’ll come down when she’s finished, okay?” He whispers against your jaw in a light and cheery voice, but there was an undertone that wordlessly conveyed ‘get the fuck out before I remove you’. It didn’t go unnoticed that Choji was deliberate in saying when you finish, and though you don’t know what he means the way his voice rumbled low when he said it made you clench around nothing eagerly. Turning to look at him in surprise, as you prepare to chastise him for not prioritizing his team, but his dark eyes are already trained on you once more as he starts moving you on his lap again - cutting off your protests with a breathy whine of his name that causes him to groan deep in his throat and shoot you a hungry look.

“Can you keep saying my name like that angel?” He says in a low, teasing tone that makes you grab the hair at the nape of his neck this time as he speeds up his pace. You were embarrassed, but the headiness didn’t let you dwell on it as Arima and Kunuma got the hint and quickly shut the door behind them. They made sure to relay that Choji was busy and to not bother them - a Freudian slip on their part. You weren’t worried about being teased though, since Choji may actually kill anyone who makes you feel embarrassed about this.

“What if there’s a turf scuffle, or-“ Preparing to protest his choice, but he spanks your thigh lightly as he flashes an unbothered grin your way.

“I’ve waited this whole time for you to feel ready and have the confidence to tell me what you want - even when you were being so obvious - I’ve waited for you to say it. I’m not going to pass up the chance to reward you for that.” As Choji speaks, he braces an arm around your back and flips you so he’s positioned above you and slotting his hips between yours. “As for a turf scuffle… I’ll deal with it after you’ve finished, and God help them for choosing today to do it.” Growling low and gravelly against your throat as he licks and nips down the opening of your button up blouse to your plush breasts. A breathy moan bubbles out of your chest, despite the underlying threat in Choji’s tone. He meant what he said - he was actually pissed about a potential fight, and did hope God helped them, because once he fucks you to sleep - he’s gonna make them regret not giving him the chance to cuddle you until he passed out.

Refocusing on you, Choji peppers kisses along your collarbone to the point where they meet, and then let his lips drift into the valley of your breasts where he presses sloppy, open mouth kisses to the sensitive flesh there. At the same time, he’s expertly undoing the buttons of your blouse to reveal more of your soft torso to him as you grip into his hair and mewl pathetically under his ministrations. It’s not long that Choji has you in just your bra and panties under him on the couch, his mouth and tongue following his fingers everywhere he touches your priming body. Just as his fingers dance around to your back to unhook your bra, you stop him, and a subtle look of dismay that flashes over his face.

“Choji…” Whining up at him softly with lidded eyes and messy hair splayed around you quells his worries and makes his cock twitch - you already look fucked out of your mind. 

“I wanna touch you too… Let me see you…” Pleading to him with pouty lips as you tug at the hem of his shirt. Choji curses under his breath and looks away from you to try and get some of his control back, then after releasing a trembling breath he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head and tosses it across the room in one motion. Bangs fall over his eyes as he peers down at you again, his lithe chest and torso on display, and even though his arms weren’t that large you could still see the ripple of muscle under the skin as he flexes under your greedy stare. Tilting his head slightly so he can look at you clearly, and suddenly he’s beaming down at you with that typical sunshiney grin that’s doing things to you that you never knew it could. Funnily enough, Choji was having a similar thought about those innocent eyes trained on nothing else but him, and your pouty lips that he’s just dying to see wrapped around his-

Not this time, Choji. This time is all about her. Reminding himself as you reach up and hook your fingers into the band of his jeans and boxers - not meaning to skim the sensitive skin there or the plumage of hair that’s now tickling your fingertips. You almost apologize, but then Choji drops forward, planting his hands on the couch so you’re caged in his arms as his nose brushes yours. For a moment you both stare wide eyed at one another.

“I’m a little more sensitive than I thought,” he chuckles with that look that’s brighter than the sun - breaking the awkward tension. “These too then, I assume?” Asking casually, as if he’s not offering to just strip for you. Your eyes widen under his unflappable smile as you sheepishly nod.

“Yes, please.” Whispering hoarsely as Choji climbs off of you and you prop up on your elbows to watch the show. Unsurprisingly, Choji had no qualms about being naked in front of you - removing his jeans and boxers in .5 seconds before turning to face you without even trying to cover his throbbing cock between his thighs. Immediately your gaze zeroes in on the hardened member. Choji’s cock was average length, but girthier than you would expect with thick veins running along it up to a thick mushroom head that is pretty pink and leaking a drop of precum. As your gaze lingers a little too long - your lips parted in an astonished ‘o’ - Choji twitches his cock so your attention is drawn upwards to his overly amused face.

“If you keep looking at me like that, then my head will get too big for my body.” He teases and then chuckles lowly at the longing look in your eyes - pupils blown wide completely as you no longer care how desperate you look for him. Ignoring his words as you reach your arms out for him - requesting that he return to his position on top of you. Choji follows suit immediately, laying his body fully on top of yours so you can feel the head of his throbbing cock press against your bundle of nerves through your damp panties. Wasting no time bringing his attention back to your breasts where he captures your nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it as he uses one hand to grab your other breast and pinch your nipple. All the while, his free hand is gripping your hip and pinning you to the couch while Choji grinds down on you. Loud mewls and cries tumbled from your lips, accompanied with the most wanton moans around Choji’s name - all of Ori had to hear you by this point, but neither you nor your energetic lover cared, and no one came to interrupt the two of you either. Choji feels his control wearing thin, as he leans back on his heels and hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and rips them down your legs before you can protest. Leaning forward so his mouth is lined up with your puffy folds, and then he slides his hands under your thighs and pushes them up until your knees are to your chest.

“Choji! What are you doing?” Crying out, having no idea what’s to come since no guy you've been with before him has done this to you.

“Shhh…” Cooing softly up at you as he places feather light kisses to your thighs leading to your throbbing core. “I just wanna taste, can I?” Asking eagerly with an excited gleam in his coffee colored eyes. Slowly, you nod at him - still unsure of what he meant. Then, Choji sticks out his tongue and flattens it to your glistening folds before licking a stripe up to your clit where he circles it with the tip of his tongue. Back arching from the moment he started as he then brings his wet muscle down to start slowly tongue fucking you. Even though the pace was so slow - true to his word, he wants to taste you thoroughly - you can feel yourself falling apart on his tongue as that fuzzy feeling starts in your abdomen and grows into a taut string.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore, Choji slides one finger experimentally into your fluttering hole and begins pumping in and out at a languid pace. At the same time, he writes his name on your clit with the tip of his tongue. After you’ve adjusted to one finger, he adds a second and searches for the spongy spot that he knows will make you lose it. As his fingertips prod your gummy walls, and you let out a strangled moan, he begins making a ‘come hither’ motion against it. Changing his approach to your clit as well, choosing to instead wrap his lips around it and suck gently until the string snaps completely and you’re flooded with a buzzing feeling in your veins as your throbbing cunt clenches down on his fingers and your thighs shake. Choji continues pumping his fingers and kissing your clit - working you through your orgasm. “You’re so sweet Y/N... and you took my fingers so well…” Musing, voice low in his chest, as he leans back on his heels and brings his fingers to his mouth - wrapping his glistening lips around them to lick off every last droplet of you. Choji stares down at you with the most awestruck eyes the whole while, which just makes you squirm under his open adoration. Then, you realize your boyfriend hasn’t gotten to feel good at all yet.

“Choji?” Asking in a timid tone as you prop yourself up on your elbows. He cocks one heather colored brow as he removes his fingers with a ‘pop’ from his mouth.

“Hm?” Humming back as he slowly leans forward and places his hands on the couch on either side of your hips, so he is nose to nose with you again. That iconic “Choji” grin plastered on his face as he regards you with curiously pleased eyes.

“Can I make you feel good too?” Pleading in such a small voice that you’re afraid he didn’t hear you, but as you see his eyes widen and blush creep over his cheeks - you know that he did. A pregnant pause passes, and you start to worry that he’s gonna reject you, but then he tilts his head slightly with such a caring look in his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to - I really, really do… But I don’t want you to feel like we’re moving too fast, or that I’m pushing you…” Explaining himself slowly, trying his best not to reject your feelings. Disappointment flashes across your face and Choji almost apologizes, but then determination quickly replaces it.

“You aren’t pushing me though, I’m asking you for it. Earlier you said that you would touch me like that if I asked… Does that still apply now?” Posing the question, as your tone falters slightly despite your determination as you present your points. Your sunshiney lover releases a sigh of defeat.

“I always forget that you used to debate. I may be good at physical fights, but I’m never winning with words when it comes to you.” Sighing softly as he shakes his head at you with a small smile gracing his lips, and you perk up a bit as you scoot closer to him. “How do you want to…” Peering at you through thick lashes as he gestures to the couch and your naked bodies to silently finish his question.

“Can I be on top?” Proposing quickly as you peer down at his girthy, throbbing cock settled on the tops of his thighs. Bringing your gaze back to his, you see his eyes are wide, but a pleasantly surprised smile plays on his lips. He just nods slowly, trusting that you have an idea of what you want to do, as the two of you get into your positions.

Choji is laid on his back, legs slightly spread and head on the arm of the couch. You are sitting on your knees, straddling his hips with one hand gripping the back of the couch, and the thick head of his cock parting your folds and nudging your entrance. Lithe, strong hands hold onto your hips for stability, but he is letting you take the lead. Enraptured, he watches a notch form in your brows as you oh so slowly sink down onto his cock. The notch deepens as your breathing grows uneven with every inch you take, and as your hips finally meet as he bottoms out - you whine breathily. Your walls try to clench around his impossibly thick member causing him to hiss out a breath to stop himself from bucking his hips.

“Fuck, Choji!” Crying out as you lean forward and splay your hands on his chest. He holds your hips securely in place so you can continue adjusting to his size as he watches with bated breath as you try not to cum just from him entering you. Rubbing soothing circles into the fat of your hips with the pads of his thumbs as your fluttering walls calm around him. Finally, you open your eyes to see your boyfriend has the look of a person who’s just seen God for the first time. The way his blown pupils travel the planes of your face, and down your slightly trembling body to where the two of you connect and then so slowly back up to meet your gaze again - you’d half expect him to start building an altar after this. Involuntarily, your gummy walls clench around him from the blatant want in his stare, and he groans low as he closes his eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N… I can’t wait to mold your little hole to my cock.” Murmuring up at you as he slowly opens his eyes, and at the same time he begins lifting you up his cock at a leisurely pace. Shutting your eyes while your lips fall into an ‘o’ as the tip of his cock is poking your entrance again, and then you throw your head back with a strangled cry as he grips you with bruising strength and brings your hips down as he cants his up to meet yours. Starting out with an easy pace - not too hard, or deep since he didn’t want to hurt you - but as that fuzzy feeling starts to return without any of the tautness you begin to whine out in frustration.

“Faster! Harder! Please, Choji!” Your cries echo around the room as you look down at your boyfriend beggingly. Not needing to be told twice as his thrusts turn powerful enough to cause the feet of the couch to thump against the hard floor. Letting his grip lessen on your hips a bit so that he can just thrust upwards causing you to bounce and fall back down his length. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the tautness in your belly finally starts to form and you dig your fingernails into the back of the couch to try to ground yourself. 

Suddenly, Choji plants his feet flat against the couch which changes his position and causes him to thrust harder and deeper into your sopping cunt as he resumes using a bruising grip on your hips. His hardened, thick tip bumps deliciously against that spongy spot now that’s making stars burst behind your eyes as your whole body tenses. Your gummy walls clench forcefully around Choji, making him hiss, groan and try not to cum on the spot, as your orgasm rips through your body with full force. The pulse from your core to your clit travels through your pelvis, spreading into a tingling buzz that prickles your skin all over. The feeling is crashing through your body so violently that you barely register when Choji growls, “Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna cum I can-” which is quickly caught off by a low groan followed by an apprehensive hiss. Everything is so intense that you don’t even feel Choji’s white ropes coat and cling to your still pulsing walls as you collapse against his sweat sheened chest. Wrapping his arms around you as he strokes your unruly hair and peppers kisses along your hairline as you shake like a leaf on top of him.

It takes some time for your breathing to steady, but once it does you peer lovingly up at your sunshiney lover, who is already staring down at you with the worshiping look he wore earlier. Quickly you hide your face into his chest as he chuckles and pokes your cheek.

“Why are you hiding?” Tittering softly, but his cheery tone didn’t completely hide his worry.

“If you keep looking at me like that, then my head will get bigger than my body too…” Mumbling softly, parroting his words from earlier, as you bashfully peer up at him. Any worry that may have been brewing disappears in that moment, as his teasing side comes back in full force.

“And, how am I looking at you?” Inquiring with a tilt of his head and a lopsided grin.

“Like I’m so kind of… Deity or something. It seriously looks like you’re thinking of constructing an altar, or a temple after this!” Laughing out while you swat his chest playfully, an embarrassed blush creeping over your cheeks. Choji’s teasing smile is replaced with one of reverence mixed with a sultry heat.

“Maybe I’ll do both.” Claiming with an earnest undertone as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. Your walls clench around Choji’s half hard cock that's started to grow inside of you again, and breath hitches in your throat as your eyes become half lidded.

Just as the two of you lean in for a kiss, the door flies open again. This time Choji is quick enough to grab his Shishitoren jacket and drape it over you before Togame is looming in the doorway, blushing madly. Pinching his nose and sighing deeply before staring Choji right in the eye, who is grinning back at him as if he isn’t currently inside of you. Burying your head in his chest to avoid whatever embarrassment is to come as Togame breaks the silence.

“Choji. There’s a new team moving in our territory - they’re gathering for a fight now - can you…?” Trailing off with a ‘come on’ gesture of his hand to indicate that they need their captain to get to work. Choji laughs lightly and nods.

“I’ll be right down. Wanna give us a minute?” Choji asks with an arch of his brow, and you feel his whole body turn to bedrock as he tenses under you. His fully hardened cock twitches inside of you causing you to whine softly into his chest, and your cheeks to burn. Togame audibly gulps, before walking back out.

“I’m gonna be in the hall. 5 minutes, please Choji.” Is all he says before shutting the door. Once you hear the door click, you peer up at your boyfriend - ready to apologize for whining - but his heated stare is already trained on you. The words die on your tongue as he begins to sit up, with you still securely around him. Your eyes widened at him as his usually cheerful grin turned predatory and he made no attempt to move you off of him. Instead, he quickly maneuvers you around so your back is flush to his back and your knees are parted on either side of his thighs. Grinning wide into your neck, his low voice vibrates against your skin.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he teases, voice like honey. “But I can’t just leave you unsatisfied,” he whispers, voice turning smoky now as one hand snakes around to brace your torso against him and his other hand travels down to play with your clit. As the pad of his finger begins gently circling the bundle of nerves, Choji leans back into the couch and you with him as he plants his feet flat to the floor and begins thrusting upwards with sharp jolts that have the backs of your thighs clapping against the tops of his.

“Cho-Chojiii-” his name is broken off with a sharp gasp escaping your throat as the head of his cock stimulates that spot that makes you feel breathless and teary eyed. “To-Togame is ri-right out-outside!” Throwing your head back with stilted cries as his thrusts cut off your words and the ensuing descent punches the air out of your lungs so deliciously.

“Mhm, think he’d want to watch?” Choji whispers against the shell of your ear before licking a stripe up the nape of your neck, causing you to whine pathetically and clench around him. “Oh? I can call him in if you want… Hey To-” His whisper becomes a little louder as he turns his head towards the door.

“No!” Sobbing out, too overwhelmed to say anything else as your pussy clenches around him again. 

“You’re right, this time is for us, but I think she likes the idea…” Using a teasing tone as he nuzzles into your neck and continues his jolting thrusts. “I wonder what she thinks of me and Togame sharing you?” Murmuring against your pulse point before nipping and licking your sensitive skin. Even before his ministrations began, as soon as you heard the mention of your boyfriend and Togame, your walls begin spasming around his thick cock as you throw your head back and moan so loud. Choji grins into your throat as he picks up the speed of his fingers rubbing mercilessly on your pulsing clit. 

Suddenly, the dam breaks, and your over sensitive core clamps down on him as you cry out his name desperately. His fingers continue stimulating your clit, working you through your orgasm, as your drooling cunt leaks over his thighs, in between them and down onto the couch. Your gummy walls keep milking him for all he’s worth until he stills his hips flash to your plush behind and drops his head onto your shoulder as he releases a second load into you. 

Once the two of you come down, he shifts you off his lap and lays you on the couch, and then he goes to retrieve a damp cloth to clean you and him up. Dressing quickly before he finds you a clean extra large shirt laying around to put you in and a blanket to lay over you. Sleep has already claimed you as you snore softly against the clean part of the couch. Choji can’t help but lovingly stroke your hair and kiss the top of your head before heading out.

Togame is standing in the hall with a hand over his face and a bright blush shining through his fingers. The second Choji shuts the door, his raven haired friend turns on his heel and starts stalking down the hallway to avoid embarrassment. His Captain doesn’t push him, just wears a satisfied grin as he accurately clocks the sexual tension he’s just manifested between his girlfriend and best friend.  As they are exiting the building, Choji sees Sako carrying a hurt Shishitoren member back towards Ori.

“Sako! Leave him in the theater, and grab the First Aid kit from behind the stage. Y/N is resting in the rec room, so don’t let anyone go in there or wake her up, okay?” Instructing the silent male with a cheery grin as Sako continues carrying the other member, grumbling an ‘ok’ back. The only change in his demeanor is that he is now sporting a dark blush over his cheeks - probably from all the noise the two of you made before the team fled Ori. With that the Shishitoren Captain and his Second head towards the sounds of a fight. Choji being a wellspring of boundless energy, rushes forward without hearing any details from a still blushing Kame-chan.

{ 133 }

season's call.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ my beloved season calls me | because i always feel you in me. }

most people would cower in fear at the thought of walking alone in the middle of the night-

yet you could say with confidence that you were not one of those people.

despite being a young woman living in the midst of the big city like seoul, you found a strange safety while walking within the darkness of the night-

a comfort, even.

with your job requiring you to work many hours, it came as no surprise when you came home most days feeling completely drained. the exhaustion seeming to seep within your very bones as your drooping eyes could barely stay open the moment you came back to your apartment.

sometimes, your boyfriend was around, but most times, he would often be working. taking on his duties as the latest s-rank hunter and dominating various gates that appear across the city. but you would never worry too long about him, simply falling back in bed while re-reading his last message that was sent to you until your eyes could barely remain open.

my monarch 👑 [ you just go home and focus on resting. i'll be home soon, i love you. oh, and please, do dream of me. ]

those were the last words you recall reading until your cellphone slipped from your fingertips, ready to land against the hardwood floorings of your shared bedroom had it not been for a certain shadow gently catching it before placing the device on your nightstand.

it wasn't until several hours later that you finally woke up from your nap, which was what lead you to your current predicament.

being well past midnight, you felt groggy from your nap and became aware of the lack of sustenance felt within your system. after freshening up within your bathroom, you allow your eyes to stare blearily at your reflection. your hand touches at your cheeks, noticing the dark circles as you sigh and began to wash your face once more.

"my queen... are you alright?"

as you dry your face with the plush towel, you trail your eyes down towards your shadow, seeing several, glowing purple eyes looking back at you. normally, such a frightening sight would be enough to cause someone to feel an immense fear-

but not to you.

"i'm fine. since there's not much to eat here, i plan to buy something to eat for me and jinwoo at the convenience store. do you mind accompanying me?"

"of course, my queen. our king will be delighted with your decision."

with a smile painting your lips, you nod before grabbing your phone and bag, extracting your keys as you decided to explore the city and buy a late dinner for you and jinwoo to enjoy later on once he comes home. the city was bustling with activity, and you allow the sensation of the wind to course through you, humming a favorite tune as you walked with confidence across the sidewalks.

as you enjoy the sights of the city, you felt danger quickly approaching you. goosebumps were felt erupting all across the expanse of your arm as a low whistle was heard trailing from close behind you. you stiffen momentarily, but ultimately decide to stop walking.

you allow your eyes to follow the voice, seeing a man sneering at you as he came out from a random alleyway. your heart was felt racing slightly, summoning your flight or fight response-

yet your fear was short lived when several, tiny whispers were heard coming from your shadow.

"hey hey hey, what's the rush babygirl? you're lookin' a little lost."

the faint scent of alcohol was evident when you felt the man's calloused hands grabbing on to you. you had to fight back the repulsion that threatens to course through you, mustering the coldest look you could manage when you stiffly tell the drunkard, "i'm taken. my boyfriend will be livid if he sees you forcing yourself onto me."

he gives you a smirk now, his piercings glinting from beneath the moonlight while his hold on you seemed to tighten when he tells you.

"aw, don't be like that, babe. heheh, i bet you're just stiff because you need a good fuckin' to help with loosening you up, that's all."

he was about to get closer to you when he saw the wisps of shadows surrounding you. you close your eyes, already basking in amusement when you saw the panicked look within the bastard's eyes.

"w-what the hell? you a fucking hunter?"

no, but my boyfriend is one.

you keep your thoughts to yourself, allowing the cold shadows to surround you as you briefly wondered what shadow soldier would appear, ready to defend you with their life.

would it be igris? or beru?

"you." within mere seconds, you found your answer, gasping when jinwoo himself appears in front of you.

your knees were weak, feeling your heart began to pound when you were met with jinwoo's broad back. he keeps a powerful hand behind you, using his body as a shield between you and the poor bastard who dared to hit on you.

"a-a-ah..."

you hear the shakiness in his voice when jinwoo grabs a hold of his shirt, slamming the bastard against the harsh, brick wall of the alleyway with a click of his tongue. the bastard never stood a chance, losing his consciousness immediately as he slumps against the concrete.

jinwoo was breathing heavily when he finally faces you, eyes still glowing a bright purple when his shaky hands gently frame at your face.

"are you alright, sarang?" his voice was shaky, still assessing your features for any trace of fear or discomfort. "i'm sorry if i was a little late, but... when i saw that bastard coming on to you-"

he trembles, letting out a shaky sigh when you felt his hands clutching at your shoulders in a tighter manner. "i nearly lost myself to my rage, ready to rip that bastard into shreds if i had to."

finally snapping out of your reveries, you sigh and wrap your arms around jinwoo's neck, your embrace and the way your warmth seemed to surround him being enough to calm him down.

"i'm alright, jinwoo... i'm just so happy to see you again."

you laugh before pressing gentle kisses against his jawline, slowly calming down your beloved boyfriend as he basks in your presence. he lets out a sigh of your name before wrapping his arms around your back, resting his head against your shoulder while gently holding you in his arms.

"did you just finish your raid?"

you look at him with amusement in your eyes when he gives you a gentle nod against your shoulder.

"yeah, i'm done."

"then, let's get some dinner together, shall we?"

you feel jinwoo place a lingering kiss against your shoulders before moving away from you, the rage in his eyes finally dying down into a gentle simmer as you could see the clarity of his grey eyes once more.

"yes, let's go." he nods, with the two of you completely forgetting about the man who was foolish enough to hit on you, leaving his unconscious body near the alleyway he had came from.

and as you continue to explore the city while in the arms of your beloved shadow monarch, you knew that he was the sole reason you had no reason to fear the night-

for sung jinwoo would always be right by your side when danger struck, ready to protect you with all that he had.

a.n. - hhhhhh the jinwoo brainrot is real... please save me jinwoo, my daydreams for you can't seem to stop 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

His Obsession

18+

✖︎Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

✖︎Word count: 4.8k

✖︎Warnings: smut; noncon; dubcon; k!dnapping; Kn!feplay; blo*d; manipulation; yandere themes; izuku is a yandere; all characters are aged 18+

✖︎A/n: I have a prompt list with random themes and characters I spin a wheel for and this prompt landed on Izuku Midoriya and knife play! So here we go!

Izuku had been on his own a bit too long now. He’d been on a job in your city tracking a trail of criminal activity that had led him straight to you.

Wanted posters with your face plastered on them were hung across the walls of his dark and sad rental studio apartment.

He had maps everywhere with leads and sticky notes. Pins and strings were winding across them all in multicolored webs pointing to spots across the city you’d been linked to.

He knew the danger you posed to him especially.

Your quirk was a mind manipulation type. It made you drive men mad with lust. As far as the hero’s knew, you were able to do this through something like a telekinetic ability but to activate it, your whole body would break out into a blush. That was the only things he’d been told about you, other than that you’ve been using your charms to rob and manipulate people across your large city. No one quite knew the range of your powers, or if someone even looking at you through a screen could be affected.

Cursing under his breath he picked up a photograph of you that one of his informants had been able to get him and looked it over. You might have already been a problem for him even without your power.

He looked around the room at all of the other photos of you he’d gathered over the past couple months. The photos hanging by his bed were zoomed in on different body parts of yours; lips, legs, shoulders, fingers, eyes…one where your plaid yellow skirt had almost blown up in the wind.

He pinned the new photo up on his living room wall and put a new red string across to a second pin to mark on the map of where you were last seen.

You’d been starting to put together a crew of other villains that had quirks that could manipulate people, he needed to move in now before you took your crimes to a more grand scale.

Laying down in his bed he stared at the photos of you so close to him…you were so close to him, and he was so close to finally getting to you.

He imagined every night what it would be like to finally confront you, to finally get his hands on you…

The obsession of catching you had started to transform into an obsession of other sorts, and his hand often found his way underneath his boxers at night staring at photos of you. You were everywhere… everywhere in this city it seemed. Everywhere in his apartment as well, and he needed you everywhere around him.

He’d imagine that with your powers you had to have the sweetest pussy that he’d ever felt. He hated that you were out there using that perfect body to steal from people, making them drool over you with your charms. It wasn’t right. He wanted to, needed to teach you a lesson.

He tucked his favorite knife under his pillow, the metallic red hilt of it poked out slightly from his white pillow.

There were ways to reform a villan. He’d seen it happen. A few of his former classmates had told him how they’d taken some villains underneath them to teach them a lesson. He never thought he’d be one to need to do it; but, for you he’d do anything. You could be good, and you could be his.

———

You were standing in line at a small bank you’d planned on getting a bit of free cash from. Nothing huge so you didn’t bring any of your crew you’d usually keep around with you. This was just for some pocket change for dinner.

You were scoping out the tellers and trying to figure out how to make sure you got the cute older man with glasses at the first desk. He was pretty fit for his age and you wouldn’t have minded taking him out for a spin after you’d gotten some cash out of him.

You let someone go in front of you when the wrong desk opened up next for you. impatiently you hoped that he’d hurry up with the customer he was with. You wore your favorite low cut shirt and short skirt that you liked to have on when you were on a job. It was plain, no grand villain costume for you, just something cute and flirty. Men were easy, even without your quirk. sometimes all it took was shoving your tits forward in their face and they’d give you exactly what you wanted.

Finally the coast was clear for you to head forward. You put on your best flirtatious grin, and felt a small pink blush forming on your cheeks as you started to activate your quirk. that would guarantee you’d be the most appealing woman this guy had ever laid eyes on. At least for while you had your quirk activated he’d think so. He’d have no choice. Even after you’d linger in his mind from time to time if he stared too long at the blush on your cheeks and the way it almost swirled hypnotically under your skin. That was your plan at least. To take all you can but leave nothing but memories of you for their jerk off library.

You barely took one step forward before you were stopped frozen in your tracks. you felt the back of your shirt lift slightly by rough fingertips and something cold and sharp touched the skin of your lower back.

“Tell them never mind, we forgot something in our car.” A quiet voice growled from behind you.

Your jaw hung open slightly. You weren’t sure what to do but every instinct in you that wasn’t keeping your knees from buckling was telling you to listen to the command.

“N-never mind, sorry.” You stuttered speaking to the bank teller then walking out of the line.

The mysterious man behind you still held the blade to your back and walked with you.

“We forgot s-something…” You rushed as fast as you could, trying not to make a scene.

The man walked you to his car, a black SUV, a rental by the looks of it. He shoved you forward against the door face first. Your chest was pressed up against the window and your cheek hit the car hard enough to bruise. He then grabbed your arms, those rough and battered fingers digging sharply into your skin with a power you knew you’d never resist. He put them both behind you and slapped a pair of handcuffs on your wrists.

“You are under arrest for theft, and sexual coercion.” He grunted as he secured the metal handcuffs with a click as they locked into the tightest he could get them without cutting off circulation.

You heard the shuffle of his feet moving against the gravel between your own feet. A knee roughly shoved one of your legs aside. even though you had panties on under your skirt you felt exposed there in the parking lot.

You did a quick glance up to see that it was unfortunately a very empty lot and he had you positioned on the side of the car where any passersby might see.

You felt a nauseating chill -and though it was only because you couldn’t help it- you felt excitement in your core as he started to brush the front of himself against you. He was hard.

You opened your mouth to say something but he suddenly and roughly grabbed you by the shoulders and spun your trembling figure around to face him.

His wavy dark hair fell over angry eyes and a terrifying expression. You recognized him instantly. Though he seemed so much different than you’d seen him on television. Instead of his hero’s outfit, he wore casual loose black jeans and a black hoodie with a black baseball cap, likely to try and disguise his appearance.

Pro hero Deku, one of the strongest heros currently in the game. And supposedly a sweetheart, and good man.

The crazed, widened eyes on face in front of you had you questioning if tabloids had done him wrong. With that knife in hand he looked scarier than most villains you’d worked with in the past.

“I’ve been trying to find you for a long time. You really haven’t been behaving.” He held the knife up to your face, scolding you with it like he was wagging a finger at you.

You felt yourself shudder as your body tried to slump away from the knife the best it could without jerking away from him in a way that might set him off more.

He looked you up and down silently, giving you a terrifyingly casual smirk suddenly before commanding you.

“Now get in the car.” shoving you aside and opening the door you’d been in front of before roughly forcing you in.

He drove you back to a small studio apartment in a part of town you knew well. It wasn’t an area you liked being in. It gave you an uneasy feeling out here. The streets were littered with trash and rats and it felt like there was just a thick layer of smog everywhere more than the rest of the city.

You wondered what a pro hero like him was doing here. Even more strange was why he was even taking you here, instead of a police station.

You gulped nervously. Now that you think of it, you hadn’t heard him call your arrest in to anyone at all. Wasn’t that standard to do?

As if reading your mind he spoke from in the front seat.

“The only one that knows you’re here is me…” A trembling, but excited smirk came across his lips, he seemed like he was starting to sweat slightly.

“Sorry, I’m just so nervous” He chuckled. “I’ve never tried rehabilitation before…so it’s like you’re my first!” he grinned a large smile at you.

You had no idea what he was babbling on about. You were only wondering if when he opened the door you could just use your charms to let you make a run for it.

He stepped out for a moment, gathering a few things from the trunk into a black backpack before putting it on and walking over to your door.

The blush came back to your cheeks and your pupils turned into hearts as you activated your quirk fully.

He swung open the door and you met him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster and a pout on your lips.

“Deku…please, I think I just need to go home.” You flirted. “I can give you something sweet before I go if you want.” You winked at him, with no intention to let him have an inch of your body.

He stalled for a moment, looking you up and down. You bent over slightly so that he could stare down your shirt better. You heard a small sharp intake of breath, and his hands twitched at his sides, like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab you.

You smirked. They always fall for your charms.

Suddenly, Izuku started breaking out into a crazed laughter, throwing his head back and clutching a hand to his stomach with the hand that clutched the knife tightly still. Your expression fell and your body tensed up, suddenly realizing you weren’t safe from this anymore.

“Honey, that’s not going to work on me.” His eyes met yours. “I’ve been attracted to you. For a while.” He leaned forward down to your level, getting close and dragging the knife across your cheek. The feeling of the cold metal made you tremble.

“I figured the best way to get immune to your charms was no different than building up a tolerance to poison.” He spat out that last word at you, glaring at you as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back. He was mere inches away now, and still holding the knife to your skin.

“I’d cum to you every night, sometimes many times a day, just so when I finally got you that you wouldn’t have any affect on me.” The look he gave was unashamed, though what he said had you hanging your jaw open.

He what?

You weren’t blind to the idea that often the men you enchanted would need to go home and take care of themselves later. But, this man you’d never met, this hero no less…thinking of you that way, that often. You gulped and felt it hard to swallow.

He stepped back from the car, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you into the building.

You did try and struggle against him as he pulled you into his apartment, but it was never going to be any use. Your strength matched with his was an absolute joke, and you knew the knife wasn’t the only threat that he had here. Waving around the knife seemed to be more of a show for himself than anything. It didn’t make it less threatening though.

With your hands still behind your back he pushed you forward and you stumbled inside his apartment. He gave you a few more heavy shoves as you clumsily tripped over your own feet and landed stomach down onto his bed.

Your skirt fell up as you landed, your bare ass cheeks now exposed to him on the bed. You heard a sinful and desperate moan from behind you.

You quickly tried to cover yourself back up the best you could, a real blush forming on your cheeks slightly.

Izuku practically growled at seeing the flash of skin you’d accidentally given. He jumped on you and straddled you, sitting on the back of your thighs so that your ass was directly in front of his clothed erection.

You gasped and tried to squirm forward to release yourself from being pinned. Useless and hopeless of course.

This felt so wrong. You weren’t a saint yourself, but this man was supposed to be a top pro hero. A good guy.

You’d seen him on posters and always thought he was such a pretty man. One you’d love to ruin. Of course you’d thought of it. Who doesn’t fantasize about a pro hero from time to time. Not like this though…

Gone was anything resembling a hero. He was just an insane looking man with a knife in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face as he lifted the skirt up further.

“Fuck.” He hissed out. His hands shooting to massage at the plump cheeks. You whimpered out in protest at the feeling.

“Deku…please…what are you doing.” You sputtered your words out against the gray blanket on his bed your face was now buried in.

He grabbed your hair in the back roughly and turned your head so that you got a good visual of what was plastered all over his wall.

You felt cold ice in every limb at the sight. All of the photos of you on display right where he’d been sleeping…every night. You were repulsed and terrified. This wasn’t a normal investigation for him. He wasn’t just tracking down a villain, this had become something more for him. You’d had your own stalker and hadn’t even realized.

It hurt where he was still pulling at your hair. You didn’t dare struggle against him though. With the hand not holding your head down, you knew he still had that knife close and ready to use.

He lowered his face down next to yours, his cheek just ever so slightly brushing against your skin. You flinched away and that seemed to set him off.

“You’re going to have to get used to me little slut.” He then brought his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you. Again you tried to flinch away but he held you right to him in an uncomfortable attack.

You felt his hips starting to press deeply into you and grind against your ass. His hard cock was aching to be set free.

He needed this so badly. He’d been waiting for too long to have you beneath him like this. He told himself this was the perfect time to teach you a lesson. You deserved to be taught a lesson.

He pulled away from you and sat up again to get a good visual of the way he had you in front of him.

“Don’t. Move.” He spoke quietly, but in such a chilling tone that you instantly froze up and obeyed.

He then took the knife and put it to the back of your neck. Slowly he trailed it down, not enough to cut through the fabric of your shirt, but enough for you to feel the tickle of the blade against you.

It sent a shudder across your body and at that your stomach flipped, hoping you hadn’t twitched at all and made him cut you.

“You’re shaking little slut.” He chuckled breathily the knife stalling at your lower back.

His other hand grabbed tight to your hip and he pressed down holding you still to the bed.

“Don’t move.” He repeated hastily and excitedly in a raspy voice.

His hand left your hip and he pulled at your panties.

He took the knife and cut along the fabric of your underwear right over your crotch. You sucked in a tight breath as he was trailing dangerously close from your clit to your asshole. He then set the knife down on the bed next to you. Taking your panties between both hands and ripping it further leaving everything exposed in front of him.

You squirmed harder at this. He gave your ass a hard smack, causing it to redden instantly. You knew how hard he was capable of hitting. the fact that you knew that was probably the most reserved he was capable of being made you feel like death might be easier than what was about to come here.

“Deku…please don’t.” Without many other options to stop this, you tried to turn your quirk on again and woo him into letting you at least have it more gently

Your whole body covered in a slight blush for a moment as you activated it.

To no avail though. Izuku gave your ass an even harder smack. You yelled out at the sharp sting and your eyes squeezed tightly shut. It felt like that one already was developing into a bruise.

You could hear a snicker from behind you.

“It’s not gonna work, naughty girl. Like I said..” he pointed to the pictures of you on the wall.

You looked again through tear blurred eyes again to see the one in particular of your skirt almost flying up.

“I got off to you all the time. I'm immune to your charms.” He started to unbuckle his pants. “At least enough to do this my way.” He grunted as he took his thick and throbbing length out from his pants.

You hoped that the power he extended through the rest of him didn’t reach there, but you knew that’d be reaching for too much luck.

He was huge, and veiny and angry and dead set on being inside of you.

“I am going to teach you what happens to naughty girls like you that whore themselves out to commit crimes. Making good people cum in their pants over you, even if they don’t want to?” He spat at you.

You felt his plump head pressing against your entrance.

He tried to tease you slightly but he saw that you weren’t at all ready for him.

You were going to be reluctant it seemed. But, he didn’t care. He moved back and angrily shoved your legs further apart in one motion, using his knees, and went to enter again. This time with more force, not wanting to have to try again.

“It’s about time you learned what it feels like to be forced to...” he lost his words as he sucked in a sharp breath. The feeling of your walls sucking him inside so tightly had his eyes already rolling back. His lower half shuddered and he realized he was right, you had the most perfect pussy he’d ever been inside.

His hands gripped into your hips so tightly you were scared he’d forget what he was doing and snap you in half.

His head was hung back and he’d stalled for a moment, before starting to move himself slowly.

You hated how he was filling you up so completely. Every time he pushed himself all the way in your body was betraying you with a moan falling out reflexively from your lips.

He seemed pleased at this and continued to give you deep thrusts, his hips pounding against your ass. His breath hitched in his throat when he locked on to the way your ass was jiggling and rippling each time he smacked against it.

“Fuck you’re so good…” he moaned, grabbing the handcuffs by the chain between them. He used the motion to pull you up, making you arch your back and making him slide even deeper inside of you, kissing painfully against your cervix.

You let out a small scream as he started to pound into you roughly like this.

He didn’t seem to mind your protest though. In fact he might have even liked it.

“Guess you don’t make all the men you trick fuck you like this Hm?” He slammed up into you in one rough and painful movement. “Gonna have to show you why it’s a bad idea to go around offering yourself to everyone like a slut.” He grabbed your head again and shoved you back down onto the bed, pressing your face into the blankets but lifting your hips up into doggystyle.

“Please…stop…” you sobbed, hating the filled up feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. He filled you up in a way that was making your pussy throb all over.

You couldn’t help it though. You couldn’t stop your body from enjoying the feeling.

With each unwanted movement, you also were overwhelmed with the reality that he was good with what he was doing. It wasn’t fair.

With no warning the blade of the knife was back against your ass.

You could feel the tip cut slightly against your skin. Not very deep, but enough that you knew he’d broken skin.

“FUCK” you screamed, “What the fuck!”

You heard chuckling from behind you, a raspy and breathy series of laughs. He was so far gone in the moment he might have lost his original plot of trying to rehabilitate you.

He wasn’t sure what lesson he really wanted to teach you at this point. Now that you were here all he really wanted was to never let you leave. Maybe that’s all this ever was about.

You looked so good in person, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a girl. You felt even better. It was just a shame you were a dirty slutty villain. He realized that was the real reason he needed to rehabilitate you.

He’d make you his. His good girl instead of the dirty criminal that you were.

That required a lot of hard lessons though.

“Please…” you sobbed

A trickle of blood ran down your ass cheek from the cut, he wiped it off with the sleeve of his hoodie in awe. he never realized how pretty blood could be until he saw it on you. He’d been around it plenty, but this felt like something else.

To test it he stopped his movements and gave another small cut to the other cheek.

“NO!” You screamed out. He simply smirked at that, letting his thumb run over the cut this time smearing the crimson red across your skin as he picked back up his torturous pace.

The power surging from him being inside you was something you could practically feel. His quirk was something terrifying when he wasn’t being a hero.

It also started to feel like a slight bit of static inside of you along with every pump, he was directing a bit of his power to his entire pelvic area. Whether on purpose or accident you couldn’t tell, but the pace was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You felt your stomach tightening and you started to clench around his dick.

“Deku…stop…don’t wanna…c-cum” you whined with tears flooding down your face now.

His face lit up at this.

“You’re gonna cum? Shit..” he reached around between your legs and found your clit with two of his fingers. He flicked the swollen area between his middle and index quickly.

“N-no! Please no!” You cried out, though it was useless. His attack on your clit continued, flicking and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.

It sent you fully over the edge. You shivered as the waves of guilty euphoria were pulsing throughout you. Tears were pouring as well, any makeup you had on was down your face with the wetness as you were sobbing at your body’s betrayal.

Izuku looked down at the way your messy face was pressed ruined against the mattress. All for him. All his now. He’d give you all the lessons you needed. Show you how you’re all his and you don’t need to go around being a slut anymore.

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me now.” He hissed out at you as he was smacking his hips relentlessly against your ass.

“W-wha” you blubbered out.

“You heard me whore.” He grunted as something he did seemed to feel particularly good. “Say it.”

You whimpered, not wanting to give him this, but knowing you didn’t have much choice.

“My pussy is yours now Deku.” You cried out.

He seemed pleased at this, and started fucking into with an even wilder pace. Lots of ‘fuck’s and ‘damn’s were being repeated and you could feel yourself sore with the feeling of his brutal pace.

“Deku it hurtssss” you whined. Something in that seemed to set him off, his eyes widened and he let out an animalistic growl.

“Oh my goddd I can’t keep it in…” he mumbled, slowing his pace and becoming more uneven with his thrusting.

“Gonna cum!” he let out a hoarse cry as he collapsed on top of you, bucking his hips over and over clumsily as he spilled inside of you, letting out a series of ‘oh my god’s.

He pulled out and instantly put himself back inside his pants. You were sat still dripping and full of the cum he’d left there.

“Absolutely disgusting.” He chuckled. “Villains are absolutely disgusting.”

He shook his head at you before shoving you over onto your side.

“I might’ve gotten a bit carried away. But I guess I have to work up more of a resistance to your quirk than I thought. You really do bring out people’s inner animal with that.” He glared at you. “It’s dangerous. Too dangerous even to put you in prison. You’ll just manipulate the guards.”

You now saw that he was moving towards a spot on the bed you hadn’t noticed, a sturdy metal bar with another set of handcuffs on it.

He forced your arm to it and hooked you in to the new handcuffs. Taking the old ones off and tossing them aside.

“I think it’s safer for everyone if you just stay here with me.”

The terror must’ve shown on your face because he gave you a small kiss on your forehead.

“It’s alright. I won’t need to be mean to you once you’re rehabilitated.”

You realized he’d picked the knife back up at some point, as it was being waved around in your face.

He then walked away to his kitchen that was still in the eyeline of his bed, to get himself something to drink.

“I’ll figure out a way to get out of here. you’re no different than me for this Deku” you spat that last bit. “You’re a villain now too.”

He ran back over to you, jumping on the bed in a crouch like an animal and grabbing your face roughly.

“No sweetie, that’s not true. You’re the villain here, and I’m the one teaching you a lesson. Just like it’s always been.” He gave another menacing smirk as he saw you shaking slightly. “Anyways, it’s your fault. You brought it out in me, flaunting it around all over the place.”

You had a feeling you’d flown too close to the sun with your quirk. How could you be so stupid to not realize it would eventually get the wrong hero too riled up.

He had become a feral animal when it came to you.

“So, like you said, you’re mine now.”