Shoto had come to expect very abrupt things from Momo. Not in life or everyday goings on, but specifically about him. Come to expect her to turn on a dime and throw herself at him with no warning and little provocation, just tossing herself toward him out of nowhere. Everything normally respectable and composed about Momo was outright gone when it came to one very specific thing: Shoto's dick. As far as Shoto was concerned they technically weren't even dating so much as Momo was just aggressively all over the chance for casual sex with him at every turn; she never seemed to bring anything around to any romantic questions. Just took him.
Sneaking into the boys' locker room, Momo felt a little bit more like Mineta than she liked to, slipping on in. She knew Shoto always hung back longer than everyone else did, that he stuck in after a long gym class to 'clear his head' with a long shower. The other 1-A boys had all left and gone on with their days post class-now, which meant that Shoto was alone, vulnerable, open now to being jumped and taken by the greedy shove forward of a greedy, hungry Momo on the war path.
In truth, Momo wasn't even sure she did like Shoto. She felt little romantic inclination toward him at all, it just so happened that thing about him was so amazing that she found herself constantly thinking about it, ashamed to consider outright that she was addicted to his cock, but that was where she was. That was the desperation coming on with fiery joy now as she threw herself into the chaos and weirdness of a situation that felt utterly devoid of sense. Everything about this was wrong in ways Momo understood completely, but she was hooked now.
The shower stream made for a loud enough distraction to keep Shoto from realizing what was sneaking up on him, unaware of the steady advance of Momo creeping up on him. He had no idea what was happening, continuing to wash himself and go about his business unaware of the steady advance coming in from behind, Momo drawing closer toward him with something wicked in her eyes, the pleasure flickering to life with immediate fervor and something begging now for absolute indulgence.
"I want it," Momo said, coming up from behind Shoto and grabbing hold of his dick, wasting no time in the desperate push into lust and desire throbbing through her. She was prepared to do whatever it took now, and she began to stroke his flaccid cock while her bare chest pressed up against his back. "I want it so badly. You'll give it to me, won't you?"
Shoto tightened up in surprise at the advance of Momo coming in upon him again, her body so soft and her advance so forward. "I'm trying to shower," he groaned, trying to wriggle out away from her. There was so much happening, and the distressing heat and panic of this treatment was getting messier, hotter, a strange expression of things getting more senseless and wild by the second. Momo didn't seem bothered by his complaint or shaken at all by the words, as she groped his body all over with her free hand.
"You can keep going," Momo said, biting her lip and slipping around front of him making sure his eyes were drawn right to her ample, bared chest. "It's fine, I can just take care of things. Wash your hair." The look of needy, frenzied confusion in her eyes spoke to the degree to which she had fallen deep into something unruly. Momo was treating like her fix, and in a lot of ways he was. She was a proud rich girl with a great intellect and everything going for her, but there she was greedily holding on to Shoto and pleading for dick.
A tight grip kept him from doing much to pull back from all of this, Shoto just stuck in place feeling the greedy gropes and caresses of hands seeking from her whatever they could grasp, a mad and frenzied show of things growing very suddenly out of hand. There was no time to be prepared for this, to brace for what ensued and the utter panic of being touched like this. What Momo wanted was now hers to take, very directly everything she wanted and devoid of any good reason to hold back. He felt bad about all of this, watching Momo getting into position with bugged out eyes and thighs rubbing together, sinking to her knees to have him. Shoto couldn't have stopped this, but he never did.
Faced with the object of her most shameful and sinful desires, Momo saw everything she lusted for right where she wanted it. Todoroki's big, rock hard cock begged her touch, pleading for it and standing so rigid and greedy. Wrapping her lips around his shaft, she felt her tongue light up in joy at tasting him again, her heart pouncing in her chest as she pushed her way down, her cravings finally being sated, but the mere taste was never going to be enough. Shoving forward deeper and giving in to the growing pleasures now taking hold of her, Momo accepted her most twisted and vile of hungers.
Liking a big dick seemed perfectly fine and reasonable enough. Were it simply the appreciation for some hard sex with a guy gifted with something incredible, it would have been easier to swallow. She was just into guys with big dicks. Nothing that ridiculous there. But the obsession and fixation toward only this one cock, not even to the man attached to it, was consuming her, and as she pushed herself upon him, she showed that off. His dick was probably bigger than should have been taken with such desperate urgency, but as she threw herself down, she had him in her throat immediately, struggling an choking around his hefty shaft in reckless shows of a pleasure and panic detached from reason or composure. Back and forth she moved in wild, reverent motions, unable to hold back the dizzy thrills and wants that became the core of everything inside of her.
"Fuck, Momo, not again," Shoto groaned, feeling the snug throat around his cock as Momo choked on his shaft, as she threw herself into the deep end and satisfied her most raw and wild cravings. She was unstoppable and stubborn, showing off the depths to which she could sink as Shoto braced a hand against the shower wall for support, body aflame with deep, shivering swells of a pleasure that left no time for reason or control. It felt good. That was what bothered him about all this. Momo's not so welcome worship of his cock had become an incredible affair so intensely bringing about pulses of ecstasy he felt too weak to resist.
Moaning and gagging around the cock in ready, greedy shows of affection, Momo continued her spree of needy, frantic cocksucking, unable to hold back the pleasures now tearing her up form within. He was her drug, and as Momo got her fix, she was only more blatantly becoming a mad wreck of desire letting all of these dizzy feelings grow more potent. The pleasure was unbelievable, a swell of desire so messy and frenzied that it was surely going to be her undoing. Proud of how much she could take, Momo looked up toward Shoto seeking approval and pride, but all she was met with was disgust from the man she forced herself onto.
"You have to stop doing this," Shoto said, groaning under the embarrassment and heat of getting floored by this treatment. "I don't want this. It's not right." He felt like the only one properly capable of shame here, burning with a misery and a tension that immediately became a swelling, delirious, out of hand mess. He wanted to be strong enough to fight this off, to take charge and say no to what she was doing. Everything about Momo's treatment was so wrong and so unbelievably overwhelming, but he found himself in way too deep to make sense of this all, a struggle getting more feverish and infuriating, bringing him such a helpless mess of pleasures coming about with no real direction or sense of how to make it better.
The temptation of Momo's' mouth was a potent one. Back and forth she worked, moving to suck and slobber all over his dick with a show of complete adoration. Choking. Gagging. Slobbering. Anything to worship Shoto's mighty shaft and show off her most desperate loves and lusts. There wasn't any real intention or purpose behind the way she moved; this wasn't about trying to tempt him or make him give in to what she wanted. Momo didn't want to make Shoto love he or anything; she just wanted to get fucked. Whatever she had to do in the process of getting him there was just a natural expression of all her wildest dreams, needs that became more wild and more potent.
Mercilessly, Momo continued taking what she wanted, what she raved, and the idea of letting go was something so exquisite and intoxicating. With it came so many feelings, a mess of sensations all at once bringing on a massive flood of emotions and desires coming on faster and stranger as she let the idea tear her apart. There was no pleasure here she wouldn't take, no moment of clam or sense that would hold back the tides of utter desperation and soaring panic. Everything Momo did was sharply focused now, completely devoted to a singular expression of lust that couldn't be stopped.
The reluctant acceptance of how good this felt came on with so many things that made Shoto angry more than anything. The way she held him so tightly, greedily. It had all the seeming of something more intense and passionate, something maybe more beautiful than that this really was, the bare, shameful swell of one woman fixated on a cock to the point of losing all sense. All focus. She felt twisted, desperate, degenerate. Everything she did was more fiercely and desperately expressing a panic and a heat that Momo felt powerless against, and every second of this sweetly wrong indulgence kept her wound up, thriving under the dismay and heat of the man she subjected to her depravity, caring little to none for his responses to nay of this.
She just drained him. Greedily pushing him over the edge, Momo brought him to a messy orgasm, earning a reluctant flooding of her mouth with every drop of cum she could wring out, and her tongue felt like it was burning with excitement and desire, a pleasure getting faster and stranger as she let it all go. Chugging down his load and accept her dirtiest of desires, Momo whined in joy, hands caressing all over her body as she pulled back, eyes crossing with desire. "Now fuck me," she said, voice tense, frayed, coming apart at the seams in ways that weren't going to get any saner or more polite as she threw herself into the deep end with all of them, as she abandoned sense and reason for the sake of complete surrender now to everything offered to her.
Pulling back and bending against the shower wall, Moo stuck her taut ass up in the air, begging with needy wiggles of her hips for him to have her, flaunting her body and using her supple form as a weapon. A weapon that no pride in using like this, but she didn't care. Maybe couldn't care. Todoroki stared at her with continued disgust, with a bitterness that didn't abate for a damn thing. Nothing he saw here pleased him, and he was slowly growing angrier at the way game was even being played in the first place.
"Please, Shoto," she said, pleading with him, looking over her shoulder. "Please. I need you."
"You don't," he said. But even as he did so, he grabbed her hips and slammed forward. "This is what you need! This is all you want. I'm just conveniently attached to it." Shoto's anger took him as he hammered forward, his hips pounding greedily into her. He was giving her what he wanted, and he felt dirty for that, but his fury drove him. Vengeful, wild thrusts pounded into her. "You don't care about me and you don't even pretend to; you're just a whore who wants to get fucked."
Momo didn't try to deny it. The harsh words bit, sinking in deep, but then, so did his cock, every wicked thrust filling her, driving in deep and stuffing her greedy hole full of his fat cock and all the desperate joy she craved from it. Without the power to deny these growing pleasures, Momo felt like she had no choice but to fall harder, sinking ever lower and deeper into the hazy, throbbing mess of dismay and panic leaving its vulgar mark upon her. Pressed with her cheek against the shower wall, Momo let her moans express everything she needed to, and the way that it proved served only to solidify her reckless, slutty desires was something she just had to accept. "Harder," she pleaded.
"You make me suck," Shoto growled. He grabbed her hair and pressed her cheek up harder against the tile wall, his other hand squeezing at her hip tightly. "Letting this ever happen was a mistake. I'm making a mistake right now. Every time I give you your fix you get worse. Jumping me in the shower. Forcing yourself on me. It's sick. You're sick, and I keep enabling you."
"Yes, I'm sick, I'm sick!" Momo whined. She treated it like dirty talk. It was fully serious, and on every level Momo knew it, but she couldn't translate that into a proper emotional response now. Everything was reckless, greedy, claiming something powerfully depraved and wicked. "But I need to be treated, and that's your cock. It's all your cock, please, keep going." Unable to think clearly, the pleasure grew fiercer, stranger, a wild mess that became so tempestuous and hot that nothing could shake it.
All that Shoto could get was angrier, but doing that was just giving up to Momo everything she wanted even harder. He was trapped in this infuriating cycle and knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do to break form it now, throwing himself into deep end faster, stranger, a messier expression of things getting utterly out of sense. Momo remained completely detached form sense, falling ever lower into the pleasures she needed so badly, allowing herself to burn up brighter, messier. He was only making things worse by giving her what she wanted so aggressively, but that didn't slow him down, keeping his hips moving with rapid, erratic motions back and forth, a heaving wreck of pleasure becoming more tempestuous and senseless, a wild show of fervor and desire he was utterly unable to contain.
Momo was getting the fucking she wanted, and the thrill of feeding her addiction kept her loud, shoving back against him, loud and needy over the sound of the running shower. Nothing could hold back these desires and the messy thrill of getting taken, the hard fucking getting quicker, rougher, expressing the desperations and the wants that gave her everything she needed. A firm, steady balance of ecstasy pulled Momo ever deeper into these joys, and she was happy to feel the vengeance and ferocity behind Shoto's thrusts; it didn't matter if he hated or not. She wasn't after his love anyway.
As the anger pushed him over the edge and into a rough, messy orgasm flooding deep into the greedy, desperate hole craving his worst. Despite all the physical sensation, Shoto didn't feel good about his orgasm at all, and the fact he gave Momo everything she wanted and played the role of her dealer yet again made his stomach turn. The flood of his cum into her greedy twat only made Momo louder, only convinced her more and more of how good it felt to utterly surrender like she did. Accepting the flood of cum into her greedy hole, letting him fill her and overwhelm her, Momo slumped forward against the shower wall, pulling off of his cock and whining in joy.
Rolling around and slumping to the ground, Momo had a dizzy expression of utter debauchery in her crossed eyes ,as she fell lower, legs spreading out, hand slipping down toward her cunt. "I love..." she whined. 'It'? 'You'? Momo wasn't sure what she wanted to finish that with, but as she began to just shove the oozing, dripping cum back into her pussy, she didn't really care about finishing it.
The disgust finally became lucidity for Shoto. "No," he snarled, pulling away. "You don't love." He left her like that, no longer his problem. He still needed to wash his hair, but he'd do that in the dorm shower that night instead, it wasn't worth sticking around now.