Thread by @ThirstySedition

RECEPTACLE #TVLE
CW: Voice kink (kinda), more 🌷, #dekubowl

"What is it doing now?"

A shameful blush hid Izuku's freckles and he shifted on the yellow pitcher plant. It was getting harder to remain professional, harder to ignore the building pleasure in front of his observers.

Sweat dripped down his frame, seemingly lapped up by the flowers around him. The organism appeared to enjoy the way Izuku’s breasts popped out when they were played with, squeezing and bouncing them.

“Midoriya…?” a technician prompted when he’d been quiet a little too long.

“It’s– ngh – p-playing with me,” the omega managed shakily, gasping and bearing down on the phallus creeping inside him when something pleasantly rough rolled over his clit.

“Where is it playing with you,” asked another, “and how?”

Izuku's unique new job was far from easy and some of his colleagues were a little strange. It was a struggle to control the noises he was making, more so because the peanut gallery kept asking him to talk. Research was research and their questions were purely clinical.

“Aaahn, mh fuck,” he panted, yelping when the thing inside shifted, “ihn! Inside, and – oh god – and m’ cl-cl-it.”

“What was that last bit?”

The omega simpered and rolled his hips, chasing friction. How much more of this did they expect him to take?

His whole vulva was sopping wet and hypersensitive in a way that held a deliciously seductive promise. The stamens inside the bulb held him like a puppet on a stage, caressing him in ways that made him shiver and shake.

“Midoriya-kun. Please clarify your earlier response.”

“Mhh what?” The specimen stopped it’s slow gyration inwards. He mentally shook off the feeling and gathered his wits, a (pretty) flush veiling his body in a contrasting vibrancy that made him feel like he was glowing with embarrassment. “S-sorry,” he mumbled, "it’s, uhm. M-my.”

Wasn't it already obvious enough? Why couldn’t they figure it out themselves?!

Oh, right.

Bias.

Izuku was starting to hate the scientific method.

“Muh, my c-clit,” he whimpered bashfully. Long, hair-like fibers danced in unpredictable patterns across it teasingly.

A fierce shudder rolled down his back and the plant appeared to take that as if it were a reward, building signals from his nerve receptors into a humid fire of pleasure. His whimpering grew louder and he couldn’t stop his body from trying to chase the sensations.

The observation team might have asked him something else but he didn’t hear it over the sound of his own voice, crying out when the phallus inside him resumed it’s ministrations with something a little new.

“Nnh!” he yelped, slick drooling past the obstruction.

“Inside me, it’s– ohh fuh –getting bigger?!” Izuku could feel it filling him, becoming girthier than before.

TBC

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(aw fuck i forgot some tags. CW: #bkdk, degradation/ dirty talk, supervised cumming)