#꒰💋꒱ — V Writes NSFW!! ⛤

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Warnings: FTM Trans!Reader, Adult Armin, Top Armin, Bottom Reader, Messy Makeout, Leg Humping, Hickies, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Cervix Bullying, Copious Amounts of Precum, Like Mans is Leaky, Needy Armin, Standard Just The Tip Desperation, So So Much Praise, Petnames(Baby), Hand Holding During Sex, Armin Keeps Apologizing While Absolutely Rearranging Intestines, Armin is Literally a Freak in the Sheets Who Knew

Note:  Terminology For Genitalia Used: Folds, Cunt, Clit, Entrance, Cervix is Mentioned Armin is 21+

Word Count: 2.8K

When you and Armin finally stopped skirting around your feelings for each other, you both decided it would be best to take things as slowly as possible. Armin was such a soft and innocent person when it came to any form of intimacy, and you didn’t mind waiting a bit, never wanting to make the first move for fear of him feeling rushed. Plus, not rushing into anything meant being able to take it all in and feel like a slightly normal couple even as the threat of titans loomed above your heads every day.

The first time he hugged you, you don’t even think he'd realized he’d done it. It was after a successful expedition, and two weeks after the both of you made it official. Adrenaline and excitement were so strong in the air that his arms wrapped around you without a second thought. Only after he pulled back did the realization hit him. You watched his eyes widen, his entire face burning red, and all you could do was smile. You gave him a pat on the back, your touch lingering slightly as if to say, ‘It’s okay, I want you to touch me’, and continued with the excited chattering of the rest of your squad.

Despite that, though, the milestone for holding hands came slowly, one random afternoon in the mess hall a month later. You think back on it often—the way Armin’s face flushed a deep red as his hand slowly inched toward yours on the table, fingers interlacing together despite the prying eyes and giggles of the rest of the squad. It was the first time he touched you with intent, and his fingers felt so perfect between yours. You wanted to know if they felt as perfect inside of you. 

Your first kiss with him came a few weeks later, with the admission that it was his first kiss entirely. You remember how his voice shook when he pulled you toward a more secluded part of the library and asked if he could. The kiss itself was chaste, full of vulnerability, but even then, you were enamored by how soft his lips were and how his breath smelt like strawberries as it puffed briefly against your face. You wanted to know if his spit tasted like strawberries too. 

The inappropriate thoughts should’ve made you feel bad; if it weren’t for the fact that any time there was physical contact between the both of you, Armin would have to adjust himself in his pants. He always tried to do it discretely, pretending to scratch his leg or turning around and pretending to be doing something so you wouldn’t see him, but you knew what he was doing. You were happy your presence and touch were affecting him just as much as his was affecting you, and you wondered just how long it would take before that bubble of tension popped. 

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for both you and Armin to read together. You both had a huge interest in books and would spend hours silently enjoying each other's company while being taken outside the walls in the safety of words on a page. Usually, this was done in the library or the common area of the headquarters. But, Armin had asked if the both of you could read within the comfort of your quarters on that day. 

You both sat on the floor, side by side, so close that if you moved even an inch, your thighs would meet, with your backs pressed against the edge of your bed. In normal circumstances, privacy while reading would be nice. Even if the library was supposed to be a quiet place, it could become rowdy at times, and the common room always had a buzz of people in and out of it. But these weren’t normal circumstances. You knew Armin was the type to silently scheme and plan miles ahead. It was the whole reason that Erwin had unofficially taken him under his wing. Him asking you to be somewhere private with him when all other times the public areas of the base had been fine, meant he probably had something other than reading in mind for the both of you to do together. There was no other reason for the sudden change, right?

That was the only thought going through your head as you tried desperately to focus on the book in your hands. You could feel the heat radiating off of Armin’s body beside you, allowing yourself to glance at him. You didn’t expect him to already be looking at you. His face was flushed, and his lips were glossy as if he had just freshly wettened them with his tongue. 

“I think… I mean— if you would like to. I would, uh, like to try kissing… more.” His voice was so sweet and soft, eyes shifting down toward your lips before slowly raking back up.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You tried to keep your voice calm, though every piece of you was vibrating with excitement. You carefully set your book beside you, standing and holding a hand out to him. He looked at you confused, but took it anyway and stood himself. “Wanna sit on the bed.” You clarified, intertwining your fingers with his as you hopped up on the plush mattress. He took a seat beside you, his lip pulled between his teeth. It was obvious he was nervous. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” you reassured. “Just kissing, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” He gave a nod and leaned forward. Your lips brushed for a second, electricity flowing through the both of you at the brief contact, just as it always did when you shared chaste kisses. However, this was different, Armin giving your hand a soft squeeze as your lips finally slotted together. Your free hand moved to clasp the back of Armin’s head, a silent reassurance, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach from the sheer sweetness that the kiss held. Armin’s tongue swiped the bottom of your lip, and you accepted him greedily. You were pleased to know that his spit did taste like strawberries; it mingled with yours as your tongues lazily explored each other. The kiss only broke when the both of you needed air, taking a small moment before resuming with more heat.

You felt a hand softly grip at your hip, as if you might crumble into pieces if the grip were any harder than the brush of a feather. Your fingers tangled into golden locks, your fingertips grazing his scalp, which earned you a soft groan that you gladly drank up. The tongue in your mouth doubled its efforts, exploring further, becoming more insistent and less hesitant. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought Armin had done this before, with the confidence you could feel growing in him. Your body was reacting to the contact as it always had, thighs pressing together to help ease the throbbing sensation you began to feel between them. The rumbling of a soft moan left your throat, the hand on your hip squeezing just the smallest amount at the sound. You could feel the bed bouncing softly, could feel Armin’s legs flexing against yours. He pulled back from the kiss, his lips red and swollen, eyes half-mast. You looked down and realized where the movement was coming from, his hips were bucking slightly into the air, no doubt attempting to grind himself against the fabric of his own pants. 

“I’m… Can I… Ne-need to rub against something. I’m sorry, it’s just so much and I—” 

Without replying, you flung the leg closest to him up, letting it rest against Armin’s crotch and dangle between his legs. He let out a small gasp, his free hand immediately moving to rest on your thigh as if he were holding you in place. His hips never stopped their tiny movements, and you could feel just how hard he was under your lower thigh. You tugged him into another kiss, missing the friction your thighs being pressed together gave you but loving the feeling of him rutting up against you more. You took in every little sound he made, breathing in the air from his lungs like it was yours for the taking. 

There was spit dripping down your chin from just how messy the kiss had gotten, Armin becoming primal in the way he gripped the meat of your thigh. You pressed your leg down slightly, the expected and sudden pressure causing his rhythm to falter for a moment before picking back up, a breathy sound escaping his lips. His teeth clashed with your bottom lip, tugging against it hard and letting go with a soft pop. Instead of pressing his lips against yours again, he only kissed the corner of your mouth, and then down further and further, smearing saliva until he reached your neck. His tongue lapped behind your ear, hand beginning to explore your inner thigh.

“Hhaa…” His teeth scraped against your skin, mouth latching onto that section for a moment before moving to another. Your hand squeezed his, still interlaced and resting against the bed behind the both of you. His hips stilled.

“Fu-fuck… Can I just— I need to take it out. It hurts so much, my pants are too tight. Please…” His breath against your wet neck gave you goosebumps, voice muffled as he continued to mark you with hickies you weren’t even sure he knew he was making. You had never heard Armin swear before; the sound of it was making you dizzy. 

“Ye-yeah. Tha— Nngg.. That’s fine.” Your voice was breathless, unable to hold back moans as he continued to ravish your throat. He pushed your leg to the side a bit, and you watched as he fumbled with the zip of his pants. After managing to undo them, he reached inside, tugging his briefs down as his cock sprang free, hooking them under his balls. You took the sight in, his cock visibly throbbing, the head of it a bright red, almost purple from the amount of blood being pumped through. Pearlescent beads of precum were puddling up and falling down his thick shaft, and you were sure the inside of his briefs were soaked in it. Wirey, trimmed blonde hair peaked from the base, leading up in a trail and disappearing underneath his shirt.

“Lo-look at what you’re doing t’me. You always—” He tugged your thigh back against his cock, and you could feel him shiver at the roughness of your jeans as he bucked into it. “Hhaaa— Always get me s-so worked up. Can’t— M-mm… Can’t help it…” He licked back up your neck, planting another kiss against your lips. Your tongue automatically moved with his, his hand settling on your inner thigh again. You could feel his touch grow bolder, moving closer and closer to where you needed him most. His fingers grazed against your crotch, causing your hips to buck into the feeling. You were so hard and wet, clit jumping at the sensation. He could surely feel the bud against your pants and began to target it, pressing his index finger in circles around it. 

“A-Armin— Mnng..” You broke the kiss, head leaning back as your eyes closed. You felt his hips speed slightly at the sound of his name, precum soaking into the leg of your jeans.

“O-off. Want them off. ‘M sorry… Please. Jus’ wanna see you.” Armin mumbled, slurred with lust. He moved his hand up, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “Th-this too. Please, baby…” 

You let go of his hand to tug your shirt off, letting Armin work on unbuttoning your pants. Your leg moved from Armin’s lap, and your hips lifted off of the bed to allow him to tug them down completely, along with your briefs. Without pause, Armin did the same, completely stripping himself of clothing. You felt a hand against your chest, pushing you to lay back against the bed. He nestled in between your thighs as if he was always meant to be there, taking in the sight of you. You watched his cock bounce, precum dripping onto the mattress. 

“You’re so beautiful. I— Wanna just… Can I…” He couldn’t even finish his thought, bracing one hand beside your head, lacing his fingers with yours with the other hand, and holding that one above your head. His cock fit perfectly in between your folds, his hips slowly grinding against you. With each movement, the tip of his cock hit your swollen clit, causing your back to arch. “M’sorry— Fuck— You’re so wet, I— Hah… S-so fucking warm… m’sorry…” 

“Armi—” A moan caught in your throat, Armin’s cock catching against your entrance. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, arm clutching against his back like a lifeline. Your nails dug in slightly, leaving crescent-shaped imprints.

“Just— Just gonna p-put the tip in, okay? M’so sorry… Feels too good… Just the tip, ‘promise.” You gave a nod. It was really all you were capable of doing—the friction from him grinding against you, leaving your mouth too occupied with moans to say anything. You felt the bluntness of the head of his cock prodding against you, pleasure flowing through your veins as it pushed in. “Mmm.. Sh-shit. You’re even— Hahhh… Wa-warmer inside…”

The whine that you let out would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good to have Armin inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hips began to move in tiny thrusts. 

“Fuck… N-nng… It’s like you’re sucking me in. So tight against me. M’sorry— I— M’so sorry— Feels so… Ahh…” His hips began to pick up speed, his head leaning down to kiss and suck against your already bruised neck. Each thrust began to feel deeper, more and more pushing inside of you. His pubic bone was rubbing against your swollen clit on each thrust. “M’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry- Shit— Baby, you— Mmm… Fu-fuck I can’t…” His cock bottomed out in you, pelvis pressed against yours for only a moment before he began to slam into you. 

“‘Min— Too much! Yo-you’re so big! Fu-fuck ‘Min— So full!” You managed to get out in between moans. You felt lightheaded, Armin’s cock pressing against you in all the right places. The head of his cock felt like it was bullying your cervix each time he pushed inside fully; the rhythm of his hips unruly and unforgiving. You could already feel your orgasm growing close, your stomach growing tighter and tighter. 

“Ca-can’t stop— M’so sorry— Feels so good. Ba-baby, your cunt feels so good. N-nnmm… M’sorry, you take me so well. Su-such a good boy, taking me so deep—” You could barely even register his hand clutching yours, his praise ringing in your ears. Your legs tightened around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his tailbone. “Wanna… Fuck ahh— Gonna cum… Baby, please— Mmm… Can’t stop— M’gonna cum inside… Wanna fill you up. You’re milking my cock, baby— Hahh… Squeezing me so— fuck— m’sorry— m’gonna breed you, baby— Fuck, m’sorry, m’sorry—” 

The way Armin was talking to you, you just couldn’t take it anymore. White flashed behind your eyes, your cunt pulsing around his cock as you came. Your nails scratched down his back, leaving red marks behind. 

Armin let out a guttural moan, his hips stuttering at the rhythmic clenching. You could feel his warm cum spurting inside of you, filling you up. His hips continued to rock, making sure every last drop was inside before his arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you. You both lay like that, panting as the high slowly came down, his spent cock beginning to soften inside of you. When he finally did move, his face had that familiar flush you loved. 

“O-oh my god. I’m so sorry, I— I don’t know what came over me.” He scrambled to get off of you, causing you to whine softly at the empty feeling of your cunt. You could already feel cum dribbling out of you, sliding down your ass and onto the covers. “That was— I didn’t mean to— I’m sorry.” He was rushing to pick up his clothes from the floor, unable to look at you. 

“Armin. Armin, baby, look at me,” you said as you sat up. Every part of you was throbbing. He was tugging up his pants when his eyes snapped up to you. They hovered on your neck before moving to your face, his cheeks growing impossibly redder. You could tell he was trying desperately hard not to look at your body. “I liked it. Loved it even. Did it make you feel good?” His brows furrowed in thought, tucking himself into his jeans blindly. 

“Ye-yeah, I did feel good. I, um… I am sorry, though…”

You smiled, willing your body to move to the edge of the bed even though it felt like jello. You took his hand in yours, squeezing it.

“Can we maybe do that again sometime?” 

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Warnings: FTM Trans!Reader, Top Keigo, Bottom Reader, THIS IS FULL OF PISS, You Have Been Warned, Piss drinking, Pissing on Someone, Oral (M. Receiving), Cock Warming, Deep Throating, Subspace, Throat Fucking, Praise, Degradation, Kinda Knifeplay?, Not Really Though, Just Being Fucked With The Hilt, Petnames, Light Breeding, Cervix Bullying, Aftercare

Note:  Terminology For Genitalia Used: Slit, Cunt, Cock, Entrance, Hole, Cervix is Mentioned

Word Count: 2.2K

Paperwork was something Keigo hated the most about being a hero. There was no praise or action in sitting at a desk in his office mindlessly adding his signature to things. It was such a boring and repetitive task that he’d usually find himself dozing off, which just made it take longer. That all changed when he met you, though. Paperwork wasn’t so boring anymore when he had the warmth of your mouth around him and the promise of being able to pound into your throat when he was done. 

You both knew why you were there, so there was no point in wasting time. The moment you step into his office you get down on your knees and settle in between thick thighs, hands running up the length of them for a second before beginning to undo his zipper. The sight of Keigo’s half-hard cock made your mouth water, your tongue sliding up the shaft of it. That elicited a groan from above you, a hand resting heavily on the back of your head.

“You know not to tease,” Keigo’s voice rumbled out. You let him guide your head down, humming an apology while your mouth widened to accept the girth of his cock. Leaning your forehead against his stomach, you tried to take every inch of him, eyes closing as soft breaths puffed out of your nose.

It didn’t take long before he began to be immersed in his paperwork, his cock softening to allow your jaw to rest more comfortably. Every once in a while, you’d suckle softly, or swallow around him in an attempt not to drool, though you knew by the end of it your saliva would be everywhere anyway. 

You could feel your headspace shifting the longer you sat there, and soon everything began to float away. Hypnagogia would be the best word to describe it. The state of consciousness between wakefulness and sleep. You knew you were awake, but your mind was fuzzy and empty. Your only focus was on the comforting weight of Keigo’s cock against your tongue. 

When his cock would grow hard, you sank further to accommodate it almost on instinct. The head caught and rubbed against the back of your throat, but you didn’t mind. He had completely trained your gag reflex away, able to take anything he gave you now. Your throat was practically molded to the shape of Keigo’s cock. Occasionally, though, when it happened, his hand would dip under the desk, running a hand through your hair as a silent and gentle praise. 

The first few times Keigo shifted in his seat, you didn’t notice. Your body moved to adjust, but your mind didn’t register it. His hips bucked into your mouth one moment, the next it was like he was attempting to pull away. Only when the movements continued did it knock you slightly out of your daze. You began to register the way his thighs clenched against your hands as if he were fighting to keep his legs open. Your eyes opened just a crack, looking up towards Keigo. He had an expression you couldn’t quite read, a mix between contentment and discomfort, maybe? 

He had grown pretty hard in your mouth, twitching against your tongue. Had you been suckling him too much? Usually, he would reprimand you if you did, not wanting to be interrupted while he was working. Your throat stretched to accommodate him, your breath beginning to grow shaky as you tried to hold all of him in your mouth. Whatever you had been doing must have turned him on a lot. His hips only continued their movements, but it wasn’t like how it was normally when he was fucking into your throat. It was more like squirming, with no rhythm. You thought maybe he was about to cum, and decided to begin working your tongue against his shaft. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, hand moving to grip your hair. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to pull you away or make you stay put. Everything about what was happening felt off, and you were unsure of what your next move should be. If he was close, you wanted to help. 

His grip tightened slightly, beginning to tug back. His cock was slipping from your mouth, only halfway inside now, and you whined at the continuing loss of weight against your tongue. You prepared yourself to be pulled back in, for your throat to be used as a fleshlight, but it never came. And neither did Keigo. 

With a sigh, and what could only be described as a whine, though you were sure Keigo would play it off later, warm drops of salty liquid began to drip onto your tongue. When the taste and texture hit you, you almost pulled back to spit it out, but Keigo’s large hand kept your head in place. It started as a leak, only a few drips at a time. You couldn’t believe he was pissing in your mouth. After adjusting to the taste, your tongue began nudging against the slit of his cock, trying to soak in every drop. Both of Keigo’s hands now rested in your hair, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth. 

“Hhahh— Sorry, dove.” He was breathless, still trying to hold himself back a bit. “Can’t hold it anymore, and your mouth is so warm. You’re fine with that, yeah? Lettin’ me use you like a urinal?” 

You could only manage a whimper of approval, the leak turning into a slow stream the moment the vibrations hit his cock.

“Fuck, this is so fuckin’—  Mmmhh…” Keigo was acting like an animal, his nails digging against your scalp as he filled your mouth. You tried your best to keep up, swallowing around him, drool and piss dripping down your chin from his small thrusts. You couldn’t help the small movements of your hips, only now realizing how much your cunt was throbbing, your underwear sticking against you with slick. He seemed to sense your movements. “Gettin’ turned on by me pissing in your mouth? Fucking disgusting. Take those pants off, baby.” 

You obeyed without a second thought, hands working to tug your slacks and underwear down your legs while your mouth was still being used. You couldn’t have anticipated the softness of feathers rubbing against your slit, nudging and teasing your cock. 

“Nnnf—.” Your hips ground down at the contact, looking up at Keigo with tears beading in your eyelashes. It wasn’t enough, and he knew that. You could see other feathers swirling around his head, his wings stretched behind him. The overhead light on the ceiling almost looked like a halo over his head with your blurred vision. He looked like an angel, no, a god. And you would worship him until the end of time. 

“Gonna give you a nice treat for bein’ such a good fuckin’ boy, taking my piss like that,” Keigo grunted out, his stream now teetering off into a steady drip. His hips began thrusting in earnest, the head of his cock pushing into the tight confines of your throat once more. One particularly hard and large feather, the ones that Keigo would typically use for swords in battle, began prodding against your leaking entrance. It was only the hilt, the bluntness of it dragging and catching against your hole to slick itself up, while the other feathers began pressing harder against your cock. You wanted to beg, tears now steadily falling down your cheeks as your eyes closed. You could feel one of his thumbs swipe against your cheek, only for more tears to replace it from the abuse on your throat. 

Your eyebrows knitted together as the hilt of the feather sword behind you finally pressed inside. It went in deep, bullying against your cervix and giving you no time to adjust. Your cunt clinched against it anyway, though it felt so foreign inside of you. It began thrusting in time with Keigo’s thrusts inside of your throat.

“That’s it. That’s my good whore, you’re taking it so well. Fuck—.” 

You weren’t sure how much more you could take. Your body buzzed with pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips moved back to fuck yourself on the feathers. The hilt of the one inside of you tilted slightly, pressing incessantly against your sweet spot with each plunge. You could feel the rubber band in your stomach snap, the feather still fucking into you slow and hard through your orgasm. 

“Shit—  Gonna cum. Aa-ahh… Fuck, sweetheart, can feel you squeezin’ my feathers.” Keigo’s hips stuttered, pulling your head down completely, your nose nuzzled in the golden wiry hair at the base of his cock. You could feel him twitching in your throat, hot cum sliding down as you tried to swallow. He gave a few more half-aborted thrusts before pulling out of you completely, the feather clanking on the tile floor behind you. 

Your ears were ringing, the taste of piss and now cum still strong on your tongue. Your cunt was clenching around air as it tried to adjust to being empty. Two feathers wrapped under your arms and gently began lifting you up until you were straddling Keigo’s lap, two more rubbing softly against your sore legs from being curled on them for so long. 

“You did so good, dove. Thank you,” Keigo spoke softly as he nuzzled his head against your hair, peppering soft kisses against you. “You did so well, took it so good for me.” 

You let out a small whine at the affection, your still slick cunt resting against Keigo’s spent cock. Each twitch as it began to grow soft hit directly against your oversensitive cock. 

“Kei—” you tried to speak, voice rough from the abuse your throat took. You could never tell how long you were on your knees for Keigo until you checked the time on your phone when you were both done. You can tell though, that the sun had gone down, which was telling enough to know that you had been sitting in his office for hours at that point. Hours without a bathroom break, and on top of that, having drank so much during. 

“What is it, dove? Bet your stomach is so full and warm now, huh?” The question filled you with embarrassment, your face reddening as you buried it into his chest. His hands moved to your sides, gripping them lightly. “It’s okay. If you need to let go, it’s okay,” He murmured against your hair. “You drank a lot of my piss, didn’t you?”

You could only nod in response, still trying to catch your breath as your hips stuttered slightly. His hands trailed down your sides to your front, pressing softly against your bladder. 

“Want you to. Please, baby.” His voice sounded so genuine and sweet. “‘S only fair.” 

Even if you wanted to stop it, you couldn’t. The pressure against your bladder was too much. You squirmed a high whine leaving your lips as you felt your body relax fully. Warmth began to spread underneath you, on Keigo’s lap. 

“That’s it, let it out, baby. Just like that,” Keigo whispered encouragingly. You could feel his cock growing harder, the stream directed dead on against it. He ground up against you, hands holding your hips tightly. The trickle of pee could be heard as it dripped off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. You knew you were making a mess, and it only embarrassed you further. 

“Ke-Kei— M-mnn…” Your cock throbbed against him, his tip catching on the edge of your entrance on each grind. The relief on your bladder, mixed with the slow yet desperate grind against your cunt was building up your orgasm faster than you expected. Keigo seemed to feel the same, grip tightening as his nails dug into your flesh. 

As the last few drops of piss left you, you were lifted slightly, Keigo fully sheathing himself inside of you. The feeling pushed you both over the edge, cunt pulsing against his cock as he released inside of you. 

After a moment to breathe, your shaking arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hand lifting your chin slightly so that the two of you could share a sweet kiss. 

“Office should be empty now. Let’s get home and shower. We can get some ice cream after, yeah?” 

“What about…” You trail off, eyes glancing down toward the puddle on the ground. 

“Nah. The cleaners can figure it out in the morning.” Keigo waved a hand dismissively, causing you to gently slap against his chest. 

You did not leave the mess to the cleaners, and as you were cleaning, the paperwork on Keigo’s desk caught your eye, very much unfinished. The thought of a repeat of what happened earlier made you excited but also reminded you to maybe bring some towels from home next time.

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Warnings: FTM Trans!Reader, First Time, Reader Has Never Orgasmed Before, Reader Has Had Top Surgery, Reader Is On T, Fingering, Oral (Reader Receiving), Use Of "Good Boy", Cumming In Pants, Squirting, Levi Is Consent King

Note:  Terminology For Genitalia Used: Folds, Cunt, Cock

Word Count: 2.2K

“Let me help you?” It was worded as a command but stated as a question. He looked so sincere, and you could see just the faintest tinge of pink against his cheekbones.

“What? Why—?”

“No soldier should die not knowing how it feels to cum.”

You had been far too irritable. Maybe it was the heat, maybe the lack of expeditions, maybe the sudden influx of paperwork. Honestly, it was probably all the above. No outlet to take aggression out, being trapped in a sweltering room for hours on end. Either way, you were snapping at everything and everyone. 

The room in which you’d been working had been filled with mostly silence, only broken up by your frustrated mumbling and the scribble of pen on paper. That was one thing you normally liked about sharing an office with Captain Levi. He never hovered or tried to start meaningless conversations. There was usually a comfort in silently working alongside someone. But all it was doing now was making your ears ring and pissing you off further. Without realizing how tightly you were gripping your quill, it snapped in your hand. You went to fling your hand up in defeat and thus knocked into the ink pot. You watched as it wobbled and tipped, ink puddling on the desk and paper you had been reading over. 

“Fuck! I swear to fuckin’— ugh!” You glared at the puddling of ink as if it had offended your entire lineage, a hard scowl on your lips. Before you could even think to find anything to clean the mess you had made, a handkerchief was tossed in front of you. Your eyes shifted up, Levi giving you a look that resembled what you had just given the black liquid.

“Jesus, is there no one here you can fuck to blow off steam?” Levi asked, the blunt question rolling off his tongue as easily as if it were a question about the weather.

“What?” You had heard him, but the question still had a bit of a hard time registering in your mind. You began hastily trying to wipe up ink, only managing to smear it around. Levi’s eyes bore into you, his hand eventually slapping yours away to take control of the cleaning effort. 

“I think you getting off would do us all some good.” 

The words send white-hot embarrassment flooding into your veins. You could feel the tips of your ears and your cheeks growing warmer and warmer, sure it was noticeable. Your eyes looked everywhere except for Levi, eventually settling on your lap as you tried to shrink yourself away. For a moment, there was only silence again. Painfully awkward silence. You assumed the cogs were turning in Levi’s head. 

“Wait, are you a—“

“No! I’ve had sex before. Christ, Levi.” You had to cut him off before he even finished the sentence. This wasn’t a normal conversation. You both shouldn’t be talking about your sex lives. It’s a subject you’ve always avoided, always afraid of letting too much slip.

“Then what? You haven’t gotten off before?” Levi’s voice held a bit of amusement, but there was no judgment. Your head snapped up, and as impossible as you thought it was, you could feel your face heat even more. Your eyes tracked as Levi let go of the handkerchief, his lithe frame now leaning against the side of the desk, arms crossed. “How?”

You paused, trying to think of your next choice of words carefully.

“L-Look, it’s not.. uh.. as easy as it sounds.” Shit, your voice came out far more shaken than you would’ve liked. It took everything in you to stop yourself from squirming at just the feeling of those gray eyes on you. 

“Humor me.” 

Sighing, you rubbed the bridge of your nose. There was no harm in it. You knew you could trust Levi with your life, so why not trust him with who you are, too? 

“Fuckin’— Levi… I-I don’t have the right equipment.” You gestured toward your lap, still not daring to make eye contact.

“But you’re a—” Levi cut himself off mid-sentence. The realization on his face would have been funny if it weren’t for the embarrassment you felt at the whole situation. “Oh.”

You hummed a confirmation, hoping maybe Levi would spare you from any more embarrassment and end the conversation there. You almost thought that was true, beginning to sort through paperwork that hadn’t been soaked in ink, until Levi cleared his throat. It prompted you to look back up at him, noticing that he had moved a bit closer than he was originally.

“Let me help you?” It was worded as a command but stated as a question. He looked so sincere, and you could see just the faintest tinge of pink against his cheekbones.

“What? Why—?”

“No soldier should die not knowing how it feels to cum.” Though his voice deepened a bit, he didn’t move to touch you, just stood with an eyebrow raised. It was obvious he was waiting for an answer. He was waiting for consent. 

You couldn’t deny that you hadn’t thought about your precious Captain Levi between your thighs before. Half of the population of the walls probably had. There was no denying that Humanity's Strongest wasn’t attractive. You had watched people throw themselves at Levi before, and probably will long after this little experiment he was propositioning you for. And as you thought over his words, they did make sense. At any moment, anyone in the Survey Corps could die. It wasn’t a possibility, it was the truth. There was never an expedition without casualties, and who’s to say you would survive the next? 

“Y-yeah, sure. Fuck it. I don’t know if you’ll be able to do it, though.” No one else had ever even gotten you close, including yourself, and that was saying a lot considering you were supposed to know your body better than anyone, right? You just assumed it was something that you were incapable of. But Levi seemed so sure, like one look at you, and he already knew exactly how to make you tick. 

Your face was hot again, expected to be pulled in and ravished immediately after the words left your mouth, but there was only a light grip against your hand. Levi’s hand was cold, and surprisingly soft considering the calluses that graced his fingers from thousands of battles. 

“Don’t doubt me now, soldier.” Levi’s voice held a playful, cocky tone you didn’t think you’d ever heard from him before, at least not in the context of what was happening. The sound alone was enough to cause shivers to run down your spine. The grip on your hand tightened, Levi pulling you to your feet. You were being moved toward the couch in the middle of the shared space. 

“Sit.”

The command was simple, but you still followed it with no hesitation. Your eyes followed Levi’s frame as he shifted to the door to lock it. When he returned, there was nothing but pure hunger in his normally stoic eyes. He was looking down at you as if you were prey. You began feeling the inside of your thighs slick at a rate that was humiliating, considering that nothing physical had even happened yet.

“I may not be an expert, but I think this is the part where we take your clothes off, hm?” 

Levi sat beside you, his whole body turned toward you as one hand rubbed up your torso before popping the very first button on the collar of your shirt. “This okay?” He whispered, his face so close to your ear that you could feel the warm puffs of breath hit against your lobe. All you could do was nod, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to control the sound that came out at just the soft touch of Levi’s hand as he continued to pop buttons. You pouted when the hand pulled away, looking at Levi’s face in time to see him shaking his head. “Gonna need verbal. Use those words, I know you know how.”

Fuck.

“Y-Yes.” Your voice was a whine, a complete contrast to your normal speaking tone. But it did the job. More buttons began being popped open, until soon your entire torso was revealed. The shirt was tugged off completely, and you could feel Levi’s eyes raking down your body. His soft fingers ran down each muscle on your chest, thumbs swiping against the white crescent scars under your pecks. One thumbnail caught on your nipple lightly, the scratch causing your breath to hitch. 

“Sensitive?” He asked, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. He let his thumbnail graze your nipple one last time before continuing his trail down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. 

Fiddling with the button and zipper, and with the help of you lifting your hips, your pants and briefs were both pulled away. You had never felt so vulnerable in front of Levi before, having been stripped bare while he was still fully clothed. Your first instinct was to hide yourself, but before you could do so much as shut your legs, a hand stopped them. 

“Let me see. Please.” The tone was too sweet to ignore, your muscles going limp under Levi’s hold as he pushed your thighs apart. It was Levi’s turn for a hitched breath, the sight of you spread out and glistening almost too much to bear. With his free hand, he had to adjust himself, cock straining painfully against his pants. 

His hand slid in between your legs, a finger experimentally running through your folds. It nudged against your cock, causing you to buck against it with a gasp. “Fuck, look at you. Already so wet for me, huh? That feel good?” He continued his exploring, finger circling your entrance before sliding back upward to rub against your cock. The sensation was almost overwhelming. You had never been this turned on in your entire life. 

“A-ahh—” You buried your head in Levi’s shoulder, moans and whimpers muffled by the fabric of his shirt. You wouldn’t have been able to stop the movement of your hips if you wanted to, humping against his finger as if it were your only lifeline. 

“Can I taste you?” He asked, his voice a rumble against your ear. His thumb and index had come together, gently stroking you off while his middle finger teased your entrance. The once silent room now filled with your pathetic whining and the wet noise of your cunt.

“Sh-Shit. Yeah— Ple-please.” No sooner were the words out of your mouth, Levi sank to the floor like a man starved. He settled himself in between your thighs, arms hooking underneath them to pull your hips closer to the edge of the couch. His face so close to where you needed him most caused your cunt to clench around nothing, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up at watching it happen. 

Without hesitation, he leaned forward, tongue flat as he licked a stripe up your folds. The warmth of his mouth had your back arching. On instinct, your hands buried themselves in Levi’s hair, fingernails grazing his scalp. His arms were holding your hips down, though it didn’t stop your body from trying to inadvertently buck up. It was truly as if Levi hadn’t had a meal in days, groaning and lapping at your cunt in the most animalistic way. His nose nudged at your cock at each swipe up, before his tongue finally slid its way inside of you. “Fe-Feels s’fuckin’ good, Levi. Hhaaa… Fuck—”

“Mm.. Such a good fuckin’ boy, aren’t you?” Levi pulled back slightly, chin glistening in your juices. His eyes were burning into you, the praise going straight to your core. “Gonna suck this ‘lil cock now. That’s what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?” You didn’t even have time to answer before Levi dove back in, tongue curling around your cock before popping it into his mouth. It’s like electricity shot through your veins, your grip immediately tightening against Levi’s hair as you let out a high and needy moan. The tug pulled Levi’s head closer, his grip on your hips loosening just enough for you to grind against his face. Two fingers prodded at your entrance, your cunt basically sucking them inside. And when they curled upward, you thought you could see stars.

You could feel pressure beginning to build in your stomach like nothing you had ever experienced, everything Levi had done piling up to this moment. You could feel every suckle, every flick of his tongue, every thrust and twist of his fingers.

“Go-gonna— N-nng… Fu-fuck— Gonna cum, Levi!” All your nerve endings lit up further as the pace only grew faster. Your hips continued their desperate grind against Levi’s face, chasing your pleasure as the coil snapped. “Levi— Le-Levi- Mmnng- ahh— Levi~!” You were chanting his name like a prayer, and maybe it was one. Your cunt convulsed, clear fluid splashing out from you and further soaking Levi’s chin. You were barely able to catch the quiet groan you heard from Levi, but you felt it vibrate against you as overstimulation began to set in. Levi pulled his head back, a lopsided grin on his dripping face. He looked just as blissed as you did.

“Feeling better?” He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, standing from between your legs to hand you your clothes back. You caught a glimpse of his pants, a barely noticeable wet patch where his crotch was. Your brow furrowed, sitting upright a bit and wincing as the back of your thighs came in contact with the now wet material of the couch. 

“Ye-yeah. Did you…?” You let your sentence trail off, eyes flicking between Levi’s crotch and face. His breathless chuckle was all the answer you needed, though he still nodded. 

“Couldn’t help myself with you sounding like that.” 

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Warnings: Pro Hero Deku, AFAB Reader, Degradation, Reader is an obsessed fan, Deku is just sexually frustrated, Public Sex, Public Masturbation (m), Oral (m receiving), Throatfucking, Hair Pulling

Note: All characters are 21+.

Word Count: 3K

It had really been a coincidence. A right time, right place kinda thing. It wasn’t that you had the number one Pro Hero Deku’s patrol schedule memorized. You just so happened to be going that way, taking a late-night walk to ‘clear your head’. Yeah, that was it. 

It also wasn’t like you had been spamming the number one Pro Hero Deku’s Twitter with nudes and thirty minutes ago the messages were marked as read. 

The cold night air fluttered through your hair as you walked, the streets were dark and empty. Crickets chirping were the only thing filling your ears. The thought of Deku possibly calling off for the day crossed your mind, but it only caused you to giggle. Deku? Calling off? He’s the number one hero, of course, he wouldn’t call off. He’s around there somewhere, you know it. Your heart thumped in your ears as you continued your search, your mind racing. 

All of your friends thought you were wild, sending nudes to a Pro Hero, Deku nonetheless. The most innocent-seeming of all the Pro Heroes. But, you couldn’t help it. You had been keeping tabs on him since he first went into the spotlight. Watching him grow and flourish as a hero. He had been in the forefront of your mind for so long. So you decided to shoot your shot. Never did you think he’d actually see it though. 

You had been sitting in your bedroom when you noticed it. You made checking the DMs between you and Deku a nightly routine, not only to see if he may have seen them, but to make sure he hadn’t blocked you for it. Though, you were sure plenty of other people threw themselves at him, so what made you any different than the other sea of thirsty fans? 

A rustle in the brush next to you broke you out of your train of thought. Your eyes immediately darted to where the sound came from when a silhouette caught your attention. 

Izuku thought this patrol would have been the same as any, and boy was he wrong. The night seemed to drone on, with absolutely no crime to be seen. He had tried his best to be diligent, keeping his eyes peeled for any suspicious activity but there was none. Not a single thing all night.

Eventually, he had had enough of walking around mindlessly, instead deciding to pull out his phone and check various social media. That’s when the idea of checking his Twitter messages. He normally paid them no mind. He loved interacting with his fans but keeping up with message after the message was absolutely too much for him. Especially when he had such little free time in the first place. 

The first few messages were all sweet, doting fans telling him how much his work means to him. He quickly typed a reply to each one, thanking them for their kind words before moving on. Though, when he opened the DM from you, his breath caught in his throat. There had to have been 20 pictures in total, and 5 videos. All photos were of you either totally naked, or half-naked wearing some form of his merchandise. The videos showcasing a green vibrator inside of your cunt, the rabbit ears on the vibrator being designed to look like the hood of his hero costume. He could hear how sloppy and wet your pussy was, your angelic moans blaring freely from the speaker of his phone. He jumped slightly at the noise, rushing to turn his phone down as low as it could go with him still being able to hear you. 

He could feel his palms growing clammy, his mouth going dry, and the pants of his hero suit tightening. Normally he’d never get so worked up over something like this. It wasn’t the first time one of his fans had sent him nudes. Typically he would block it and move on, but something about you. Your perfect tits, your beautiful face, the way his limited edition shirt hugged your curves just right. How sloppy and wet your pussy sounded. Your fucking voice. All of this mixed with the fact that it had been more months than he could count since he had last given himself any attention down there caused him to go absolutely wild. 

His eyes scanned the entirety of his location before jumping behind some bushes, slightly hidden in an alleyway between two shops long ago closed for the night. Never in his life had he taken off his utility belt so fast, dropping it to the concrete with a loud thud. Next came the zipper of his hero costume. He silently cursed himself for how annoying he had designed his costume to be to get out of, though when it was designed, the thought of needing to jerking it in the middle of patrol didn’t exactly cross his mind. 

Izuku’s hand went straight to his hardening cock, palming it through his boxers before reaching in and pulling it out. His heavy cock bobbed in the air, his fingers wrapping around its thick girth. All the while his eyes never left his phone. His breath came out shakily, softly moaning and cursing under his breath as he began to pump himself. 

Your eyes focused on the silhouette in front of you, only seeing the dim light of a phone illuminating the face of the culprit. You knew that forest-colored hair anywhere.

“Deku?” You called out, walking towards the shadow of a man. This seemed to have startled Izuku, his body jumping slightly. He quickly locked his phone, dropping it in the pocket of his half-zipped hero suit. It had been too late before he could even try to tuck his cock back into his boxers. You had already closed the small distance, standing in front of him, a smile plastered on your face. “What are you-“

“G-go home, it’s too late for someone like you to be out. I-it’s dangerous,” Izuku muttered out, his chest heaving, his hand frozen around his cock. Great. This is great. The tabloids are gonna love this one, he can already see the headlines now. 

“Dangerous?” You tilt your head to the side quizzically. “I don’t see anyone else out here. Just me,” Your hand reaches out, brushing against the throbbing head of his cock, a bit of precum smearing against your fingers. “And you.” Though you appeared confident on the outside, you hoped he could not tell how nervous you were on the inside. Your brain was screaming. This had always been a dream of yours, and now it’s finally coming true. You shifted slightly, feeling your slick coating your thighs under your skirt. Pro Hero Deku’s cock was right in front of you. And you touched it.

He shuttered, his hips bucking up against your hand on instinct. He really shouldn’t be doing this. Not with some stranger. And definitely not in public. But those pictures awoke something inside of him and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to cum. 

Though his eyes had adjusted a bit back to the darkness, he could only really make out shapes and not details. He couldn’t even really see you, and he couldn’t tell if that made what he was about to do worse or better. You thanked whatever higher being was out there that he couldn’t see how red your face was.

“Fuck it,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. The hand not resting on his cock reached out, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a heated kiss. When his lips met yours, you felt sparks. Just his touch was enough for you to moan, filling his mouth with your sweet voice. Izuku’s body stiffened a bit at the sound, his brain setting off alarms he decided to ignore. Instead of listening to his subconscious, his lips slotted in between yours perfectly, his tongue quickly swiping at your bottom lip to ask for entrance. Your mouth parted open instantly, allowing his tongue access to explore your mouth. The hand on the back of your hand tangled itself in your hair while the hand on his cock released it, grabbing your wrist and tugging your hand to replace where his hand once was. 

Immediately taking the hint, you used your palm to gather up more precum from his leaky tip, spreading down his shaft. He broke the kiss with a breathy sigh, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you parted. He rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath as you continued to jerk him off. But this wasn’t nearly enough for him. He needed more. 

You felt the sting of your hair being pulled before you realized what he was doing, a low moan leaving your lips at the pain as you followed the tug, settling on your knees in front of the hero. Izuku’s brain set off an alarm again and that’s when he realized who was in front of him. That moan. That voice. 

“So it was you,” he spoke, looking down at you, your eyes already completely glazed over with lust. A slight smirk formed on his face. “You’re a little whore, aren’tcha? Sending me all those pictures ‘n videos.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval, his hand still laced tightly in your hair. “Got me acting up like this.” 

You couldn’t even speak. Your anonymity had been blown. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t hoping that would’ve happened. That’s why you sent the videos, making sure to moan extra loud just for him. 

“Lucky me, you get to take care of what you started.” He grabbed the base of his cock, tapping it against your lips. God, you were practically drooling, and it only spurred him on more. “Want my cock that bad, huh? Wanna be fucked by a Pro Hero? You gotta work for it, baby. Suck my cock like the good slut you are, won’tcha?” 

Your tongue snaked out of your mouth, rubbing and wrapping against the head of his cock, the tip of your tongue teasing against the slit. Izuku’s head fell back, a soft moan leaving his lips, his hips bucking. He couldn’t take this anymore. He needed to feel you. With one quick thrust and a tug at your hair, his cock was filling your mouth. You let out a small yelp of surprise, the vibrations against him causing him to moan louder this time. 

You didn’t let this disrupt you though, dead set on pleasuring him in any way you could. Your cheeks hollowed out against his cock, the hand in your hair now guiding you as you bob back and forth. Each time his cock thrust into your mouth it went deeper, testing your limits until the tip of his cock was kissing the back of your throat. You gagged and stuttered against him, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. 

“S-Such a good cocksleeve, fuck, your throat feels so good wrapped around my cock.” He stuttered out, unable to retain any composure as he continued to use your throat as his toy. Every gag sent tingles up his body, his balls threatening to empty out at any minute. The stale night air was filled with lewd noises of moans and the wet sound of your mouth. 

Suddenly, Izuku had an idea. If you wanted to act like such a whore, sending him all those lewd photos, maybe you wouldn’t mind if he took some of his own. Plus, the flash on his phone would be perfect to get a good look at your fucked out face with his cock buried deep in your mouth. Hurriedly he pulled his phone out of his pocket, thanking the gods it hadn’t fallen out. His thumb was quick to type in the passcode, opening the camera to take his first photo.

It wasn’t until he saw you looking up at him through the lens of his camera, tears streaming down your puffy eyes, streaks of makeup running down your flushed cheeks, that he lost it. He pulled your hair, sinking his cock down to the hilt in your throat, and released his load, all while making sure to capture the moment. He left his heavy cock in your mouth, feeling your throat tighten around his sensitive cock in a feeble attempt at swallowing his cum before finally pulling out. 

You coughed and wheezed, struggling to catch your breath in front of him. The back of your hand went up to wipe the drool that had accumulated there, your eyes peering up at Izuku. His cock was still hard, twitching in the air, a bit of your saliva dripping from the tip. 

“‘M not done yet, sweetheart. Be a good slut ‘n show me how wet that cunt is.” His voice was gravely, half-lidded eyes glancing down at you. You stood, turning around to bend halfway against the brick wall in the alleyway. Pushing your ass up was enough for him to see how your slick was already dripping down your thighs, but you knew that would be enough for him. You flipped the back of your skirt up, revealing to him that all the while you had no underwear on. This causes the male behind you to groan, the flash of his camera going off. His arm extended hand grabbing and massaging the mound of flesh of your ass before his fingers slipped downward, two fingers grazing in between your folds. 

“All this for me, huh?” His fingertips grazed your sensitive bud, causing you to gasp and jump. Your reaction made him smirk, causing him to repeat the motion. 

“D-Deku please-“ you begged, your entire body aflame. You wanted nothing more than for him to sink himself inside of you. 

“Izuku,” he whispered, leaning over your shoulder, his hot breath against your ear. “Call me Izuku, babe.” His fingers pinched your clit, a chuckle bubbling from his throat from your whine. 

“Izuku,” you tested the name, carrying out the ‘u’ sound at another pinch to your clit. “Please. Need you, ‘Zuku. Need you inside.” 

The nickname made his cock twitch. It sounded so beautiful coming from you. 

“Such a needy baby. One taste of my cock and you’re hooked, hmm?” He grabbed the shaft of his cock, rubbing the head up and down your wet slit. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down against him like your life depended on it. Every brush over your clit felt like heaven and you didn't want it to end. Izuku’s hand grabbed your hip at a bruising pressure, stopping your movements much to your disappointment. That disappointment didn’t last long though, because he was soon lining himself up at your entrance and pushing inside. 

The noise that came out of his throat was almost animalistic, your velvet walls squeezing and sucking him in as soon as he entered. 

“Oh fuck,” he let out a breathy groan, pushing himself deeper inside of you until his pelvis rested against the hills of your ass. Your legs shook, the curve of his cock already perfectly set against that sweet spot inside of you. Both of his hands gripped at your hips, pulling you against him harder, leaving the side of your face the only thing resting against the brick wall to help your balance. He took a deep breath, pulling himself out almost completely before slamming back inside. 

“Tell me how many times you’ve dreamed about this. How many times you’ve touched this perfect pussy at the thought of me filling you up like this.” He grunted, pulling himself out and slamming back in again. 

You couldn’t even think, drunk off the pleasure. All that was coming out of your mouth were filthy moans and gasps. 

“C’mon, use those big girl words.” His hands slid up your shirt and under your laced bra, grabbing and squeezing your tits before rolling your perk nipples in between his index and thumb. 

“I-I,” you stuttered out, your back arching further. “E-every day, ‘Zuku. ‘M always thinkin’ about your cock, p-please-“ Your speech came out broken, gasps and moans filling the empty spaces between each word. 

“Damn. Every d-day?” Izuku stuttered, his hips increasing speed. 

“Yes ‘Zuku!” Your drool was now smeared between your cheek and the brick wall, mixing with the dirt and leaving brown smudges against your skin. The position was a bit painful, though you paid no mind to it. The only thing you could think about was how filled you were. You could feel the knot tightening in your stomach. Your cunt was suffocating him, twitching, throbbing, and clenching around his cock. He could tell you were close before you even had the chance to say anything. 

“Cum f’me, pretty thing.” Those words were all it took to push you over the edge. With an echoed scream of his name, you came on his cock. 

“F-fuck!” Izuku was close behind you, feeling his balls tighten as he pounded into you with no restraint. His hips began to stutter, his pace growing sloppy. “‘M so close, sweetheart. Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.” His nails dug into your hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in their place. 

“Birth control! ‘M on birth control, ‘Zuku! P-please cum inside me!” Damn, how could he say no to that? Especially when you’re asking so nicely. Instead of answering, he gave one last rough thrust into you, painting your walls white with his seed. 

He pulled out of you slowly, grabbing his phone once more as you struggled to catch your breath. Before you could turn around, you heard him speak.

“Pose for the camera, baby.” His fingers dipped down spreading your used folds, the flash of his camera going off once again.

When you arrived home that night, your phone had a few new notifications. All photos Izuku had taken had been sent to you through his Twitter, along with a message with his phone number. 

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❧Warnings: Bird-like Hawks, Hawks in rut, Oral (m. receiving), Male Masturbation, Reader is AFAB, Hawks is your boss, Feral Sexy Time

❧ Note: All characters are 21+

❧ Word Count: 3.1K

Keigo couldn’t believe it was already that time again. He absolutely hated Spring with his entire being. It enabled him useless at work, made him grouchy, and worst of all, made him so incredibly horny at every minute of every hour. It was his rut to blame. His dumb bird instincts.

You had been working at The Number 2 Pro-Hero Hawks’ agency for a few months now, and everyone warned you Spring would be a busy month. They warned you about Keigo’s constant absence and the fact that if he was there, to not go up and speak to him. No one really understood why, but he was constantly irritable. So much so that on the days he did work, he would mainly lock himself in his office to avoid any form of communication from anyone.

Though, you didn’t take their warnings too seriously. You’ve met Keigo a few times since working there, and every interaction had been beyond pleasant. Even interactions you had seen him make with your other co-workers. You honestly didn’t think he had a mean or rude bone in his body.

Your thoughts soon changed as you walked into the building for your shift that morning, however. The tension in the air was thick and practically smacked you in the face as soon as you exited the elevator to your work floor. Everyone was running around, trying to make sure everything was in order. The phones ringing constantly, and soft murmurs of “I’m sorry, he’s not in today” filled your ears as you walked past each cubical on the way to your own. You were absolutely shocked. It seemed everyone was in double-time, paging other heroes and speed running through their excessive amounts of paperwork.

Taking a seat at your desk, you decided to go through your emails first, your inbox seemingly flooded with more emails than usual. You read through them all quickly, starring the more important ones to look back at or reply to later. You had severely underestimated how much work Spring would bring. Cracking your fingers, you began to type furiously, hoping you’d be able to finish everything by the time you got off that day, but it was looking doubtful. Maybe today wasn’t going to go as quickly as you initially thought.

You threw in your earbuds to block out any distracting noise and continued working, picking up your pace as fast as you could, but as the workday began coming to an end, you knew there was no way you would get everything done before 5 PM. You weren’t sure anyone would. Though to your surprise, you were the only one left in the building after hours. Maybe it was your inability to leave unfinished work for the morning, maybe it was an unknown fate.

Keigo couldn’t believe it was already that time again. He absolutely hated Spring with his entire being. It enabled him useless at work, made him grouchy, and worst of all, made him so incredibly horny at every minute of every hour. It was his rut to blame. His dumb bird instincts. Sighing, he leaned back in his office chair, surveying the surroundings. He managed to sneak in through the back after he figured everyone else had left for the day, hiding in his office. He really did try to make an effort to work during his rut. It made him feel so bad when he knew everyone employed at his agency despised Spring as much as him. Because of him. The last thing he had ever wanted to do was to make anyone else more stressed and frenzied. Which is why he snuck in after everyone had left, trying to catch up on the already mountain of emails and papers, one hand stroking his hard cock along the way.

He really couldn’t help himself. If he didn’t do it, his entire body would burn painfully, begging for release after release. It was already too hard to keep his mind focused on his work, his sex-craved mind on hyperdrive. But if he stopped, did his work as normal, it would be too much for him. Too painful and he would not be able to focus on anything else other than the throbbing ache of his cock against his pants.

Letting out a soft groan, he continued to shift through paper after paper, shakily signing his name where it needed to be signed and reading what needed to be read. It didn’t matter too much though, his brain wasn’t fit to retain any information right now.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, dropping his pen on the desk. The pace of the hand on his cock grew, his thumb swiping the angry red tip to gather pre-cum as it leaked out, smearing it down his shaft. His head leaned back against the headrest of his chair, his lips parted slightly. He could feel arousal flow through his veins even more by the second. Keigo’s hips began bucking upward into his hand, craving more friction than his grip was able to give him. His mind began to wander, wishing he had a mate to ride out the rut with. He’s never experienced it with someone else, always himself either locked inside of his house or in this office.

That’s when his mind began to wander towards thoughts of you. Never in his life as a hero had he ever seen such a beautiful person. Of course, there had only been a few times where you two had spoken to each other. But he always kept a closer eye on you than the rest. Watching you walk from your cubicle to the lunchroom on break, talking with other co-workers, laughing, smiling. He knew it was inappropriate, and it was mainly just a friendly crush that was sure to go away soon. But his rut brain didn’t think so. His rut brain wanted you. Wanted you down on your knees in front of him. Or spread wide for him. His rut brain wondered how you tasted, how you felt, if your moans sounded as musical as your laughs did.

He lost himself in thoughts of you, his moans getting increasingly louder, filling the office room and beyond. His other hand fell between his thighs, cradling and squeezing his balls as he continued to pump his length. He could feel himself getting close, a feeling he had become all too familiar with today.

You looked up at your computer monitor, noting the time. 6:45. You were almost finished and decided now would be a good time for a bit of a stretch break, having been hunched over your keyboard for nearly 10 hours at this point. As soon as you stood, you stretched your arms up in the air, a satisfying crack going down your spine. You removed the earbuds from your ears, sighing at the silence of the office building. It was definitely strange being here after hours, and you hoped you wouldn’t get in trouble for the overtime.

That’s when you heard a strange noise, almost sounding like a muffled voice. A moan? No, that couldn’t be it. You turned your head, scanning the room. You knew everyone else had left for the day, so what on earth made that noise? Deciding to investigate, you walked outside of your little cubicle and began looking around. Your eyes widened when you noticed Keigo’s office, artificial overhead lighting peeking through the closed door. When had he gotten here? Your heart thumped in your chest as you walked closer to the door, debating on whether to knock or not. The noise had stopped, but you wanted to make sure he was okay.

After some deliberation, a trembling fist slowly made its way to the wooden door, knocking lightly. You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously, waiting for a response.

“Who is it?” A deep voice called out. It sounded like your boss but almost didn’t. Like his voice was laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“It’s y/n, sir. Is everything alright?” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke and you cursed yourself for not sounding more confident.

“Yeah, everything’s good. Come in,” he huffed, scooting himself closer to his desk so he could continue stroking himself without you seeing, smearing his previous orgasm down the shaft of his member. He tried to stifle his moans, embarrassed that someone else had been in the building as he was doing this. Not even just someone, but you. He tried to push his thoughts back, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you if he didn’t. Hell, who was he playing, he probably still wouldn’t be able to control himself regardless.

You walked in awkwardly, your hand straightening out your black skirt. Did his eyes look different? They seemed a darker yellow than before. He also seemed to be acting a bit different, his general mannerisms seemingly off.

“What are you doing up here so late?” Hawks hummed, trying to keep his arm moment to a minimum. But it was so damn hard. The sight of you. The smell of you. It was already driving him wild. He should’ve never come into the office and instead had the work sent to him at home. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he pounced. Or before you noticed what he was doing under the desk.

“Oh! I wanted to finish out the rest of my work for today. Didn’t want to leave it for the morning.” You scratched the back of your head with your hand, smiling softly.

Fuck.

“Ah, well, th-thank you.” He stammered out, coughing a bit to hide the moan that had tried to escape his lips. His fingers began toying with the tip of his cock, knowing full-on stroking it would be too obvious. The look of concern on your face was absolutely precious.

Small talk began to ensue between the two of you, him asking about how it was at the office today, you telling him how frazzled everyone was. Though, Keigo was getting to his breaking point. It felt as if someone lit a fire inside of his body, his gentle touches to avoid suspension not being enough for him. He needed you. He gripped the base of his cock again, stroking slowly up and down. His arm movements were more visible to you now, but you didn’t quite understand what he was doing.

Had your boss always looked so… hot? Sure, he was attractive. But right now, the look he was giving you, the feeling of the room, everything had you practically dripping arousal down your legs. And of course, Hawks took note of it.

“Look,” He spoke slowly, watching your body. Your hips began to slowly shift unconsciously, your plush thighs rubbing together. “I have a problem only your mouth can solve right now, so either suck my cock or get out of my office.”

You blinked a few times, trying to assure you heard him correctly. That’s when it all set in for you. The movement of his arm, the look in his eyes, the rasp in his voice. The noise you heard from your cubicle. He was touching himself. Chills spread down your body, your thighs pressing together harder.

Keigo groaned, getting impatient. He pushed his chair from its spot tucked into the desk, revealing himself to you as his hand sped up on his cock. He looked over at you with an eyebrow raised, honestly expecting you to walk out and never look back. But you didn’t.

Your eyes fixated on him, watching his every movement. Your gaze lingered on his large member, seeing his hand slide up and down with pure need. You’d never seen someone look so desperate. With a shy nod, you slowly made your way over to him, sliding in between the desk and his legs before crouching on your knees.

Fuck, Keigo was already so close to his release again. And seeing your innocent eyes stare up at him didn’t help. His hand held the base of his cock, pointing it towards your lips. Your head leaned in, your tongue slithering out of your mouth and laying flat against the head of his cock. A loud groan pulled its way up Keigo’s throat, not able to stop his hips from jerking up and forcing himself into your mouth. He couldn’t take the teasing even just for a moment.

You let out a short gasp of surprise as he pressed his cock inside of your mouth, circling your tongue around the head of it before pushing more inside. The sweet salty ness of his pre-cum mixed with his past orgasm coated your tongue. How long had he been doing this? Your cheeks hallowed around him, your head bobbing slightly as your eyes met his. He wasn’t able to hold back his moans, his hands tangling themselves into your hair.

“Ah, yes. Just like that,” he groaned as you slipped more of him deeper down your throat. You gagged around him, the vibrations almost enough to have him shooting his load right then and there. He tightly gripped your hair, guiding your head as you continued to suck, your thighs clenching and unclenching to try to add some friction to yourself.

“It’s spring.” He moaned, your eyes filled with questioning. “Dumb bird brain.” His hips thrusted, causing you to sputter around him as he began to take control. “Can’t get enough…” Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming is cock down your throat, his pace rough and quick.

Spring? Bird brain? Was he trying to say it was mating season? You had noticed other bird-like tendencies from him. The bits of shiny things he’d set proudly on his desk, him whistling to himself as he walked through the office. But it never occurred to you that mating season would’ve been one of them. His words were coming out quick, almost forced. Like he couldn’t make full sentences. His rut had completely taken him over.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” His pace quickened, getting more sloppy as his entire length was being forced down your throat. You couldn’t breathe, your hands clenching against the material of his slacks, tears now freely running down your cheeks. You didn’t hate it though, and the slick dripping down your legs and puddling on the hardwood floors proved it.

His wings furrowed out behind him, stretching and shaking as he filled your mouth with his cum. When the taste hit your tongue it caused you to moan out against him, shocks running through his body.

Before you had time to really think, his large hands grasped at your arms, pulling you to your feet. He also stood, his movements fluid but rushed. The burning ache was back, and he needed more of you to cool it.

Grabbing the back of your neck, he pulled you into a sloppy, wet kiss, his tongue wasting no time sliding its way into your mouth. He swirled his tongue around yours, tasting a mix of your saliva and his release. You moaned into the kiss as he pushed his body close against yours, grinding himself against you. His hands slid down to grasp your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before using it as leverage to pick you up and place you on the desk, causing your skirt to ride up your waist.

“Need you,” he growled against your lips, loving the way your body squirmed against him at his words. His hand slipped in between you, pulling your underwear to the side before two fingers began making their way in between your slick folds. Another growl fell from his lips.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He grabbed his cock, pushing it in between your folds to cover it in as much arousal as he could. The small voice in the back of his head, the real him, was telling him to be careful, to not hurt you. He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing himself inside of you entirely in one movement. You gasped out, your arms squeezing tightly around his neck, unfiltered moans falling from your lips. Your moans truly were music to his ears, causing him to begin pounding into you relentlessly, causing a lewd squelching down to fill the air.

He held onto your hips like his life depended on it, and you were sure they were going to bruise up later. He left sloppy kisses down your cheek and to your pulse point before stopping. Chills ran up your arms as he began to suck and nibble the spot, unable to stop yourself from moaning out his name.

“A-ah, Hawks!” His body stilled a bit at your words before picking up pace again. He peeled himself away from the spot on your neck and moved his lips towards your ear.

“Keigo. Call me Keigo, please.” He practically whined. Under normal circumstances he would never have told anyone his real name, but right now all he wanted to hear was it coming from your mouth.

You tested the name, his pace growing faster at the sound of it. His lips found their way to your neck again, sucking and biting every inch of skin he could. He wanted to mark you, to show everyone you were his.

“You’re mine.” He said through gasps of air, his hip movements getting more sloppy. “Mine.” His voice was deep, absolutely filled to the brim with lust. Your cunt clinched against him, feeling your orgasm near.

“Y-yours.” You moan out, not really understanding quite what he meant but your brain wasn’t able to think right then anyway. You were so focused on your pleasure, the knot in your stomach so deliciously close to snapping.

He pulled you into another heated kiss, teeth and tongue gnashing against yours. You could tell he was close too, his thrusts more sloppy and his cock throbbing inside of you.

“Cum with me, baby.” He flicked his hips up, hitting that spongy spot inside of you and with that you came. Your pussy clinched down around his cock, a frothy white ring forming at the base. This was enough to send him over the edge as well, his hips sputtering against yours as he sent his hot release deep inside of you.

The burning in his body began to cease, move into the background. The color of his pupils lightened. He knew his rut was far from over, he knew the urges would take him over again soon. But right now, his cock buried deep inside of you, a mixture of both of your orgasms dripping down his balls, he felt okay. He felt like himself again.

He panted for air, his forehead resting against yours. Keigo could feel himself finally softening for the first time all day. Slowly, he pulled out of you, watching his cum drop out of your swollen cunt. With a swipe of his thumb, he pushed it back inside and pulled your panties back over you.

“Gonna explain this ‘bird brain’ thing to me a bit more?” You questioned, smiling at him.

He hummed slightly, pulling his pants up and buckling his belt.

“I guess I have to, now that you’re my mate.”

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                        //REPOST FROM MY OLD ACC//

Warnings: Virgin!Deku, Sub!Deku, College AU, Quirkless, Reader is AFAB, Overstimulation, Praise, Use of Petname, Mentions of Drinking, Cumming in pants, Mention of Parties

Note: All characters are 21+ and in college.

Word Count: 5K

Deku was the definition of innocence. He was the golden boy. Turning assignments in on time, never missing a class, never attending parties. That all changed when he met you, though.

You and Deku had been dating for a bit. Six months to be exact. And you absolutely loved his innocence. While you were rambunctious, often hanging out with the loud, party crowd, he was like your rock. He helped you stay grounded, helped you study and raise your grades, made sure you drank water when partying, and took care of you during your hungover state. Even though he was the complete opposite of you, you two fit together perfectly. As they say, opposites attract.

Within the six months of you two being together, you noticed he was extremely nervous to make any sort of move. You two shared pecks and held hands, but other than that, nothing happened. You knew he was reluctant to do things to you, and that he had probably never done anything in his life. You didn’t want to force it and decided to just let him choose when the time was right. However, your patients were running thin. You wanted him.

“Deku, baby~! Please!! Just this once!” You whined, pouting your bottom lip. You knew he had a hard time saying no to that, and you really wanted him to say yes. “There won’t even be that many people!!”

“B-baby, you know I don’t like parties..” Deku stammered out, looking down at his shoes nervously.

“I know.. but I’ll be there! And some of your friends will too! It’s Bakugou’s birthday. You gotta go!! And plus we don’t have class tomorrow! You’re all caught up on your work too. Beyond caught up. Can you please try to loosen up and go with me?” You gently took one of his hands in yours, using your other hand to gently grab his chin and lift his head. His eyes met yours and you could see him physically melt. Hook, line, and sinker.

Deku let out a reluctant nod, his shoulders he hadn’t even realized were tense relaxing under your touch. “Just for an hour or two, I guess.” He whispered, his hand tightening around yours.

You grinned and leaned in to give him a soft peck on the cheek. His face burned a hot pink shade, obviously flustered from the kiss. His hand released yours and he quickly turned around, pretending to grab something behind him. However, before he turned you could tell his cock was beginning to harden behind his loose sweatpants.

This always happened each time you kissed him or showed any form of affection to him. You recalled the time you two were watching a movie, sitting with your legs resting in his lap. You intentionally avoided his crotch, not wanting to make things harder on the green-haired man who was sweating buckets and obviously not paying attention to the movie at all. Eventually, he had to excuse himself, saying he forgot to call his mother before rushing out of the room with a speed you had never seen from him before.

“Yes, yes! Thank you!!” You jumped excitedly, grinning from ear to ear. Tonight would be the night, you decided. With a bit of liquid confidence in you both, you two would move to the next step of your relationship. If he really wanted to, that is. And by the blush on his cheeks and the bulging tent he was trying to hide, you were sure he did want to, but just did not know how to go about it.

The party was just as Deku had expected. Loud, smelly, and full of people. He felt wildly out of his element, but when he saw you it felt worth it. You in your skimpy black dress, makeup, and hair done to the nines. You sporting the necklace of Deku’s initials that he had gotten for you on your one-month anniversary, hanging just above your plump breasts. He was happy that the place was just dark enough to where no one could see his throbbing erection until he was able to adjust himself later on. He couldn’t help it. Just the thought of you turned him on so badly. He was nervous though. Nervous about a lot of things. The party, you, the inhuman urge he felt to throw you against the table and ravish you in front of everyone. He had never had these thoughts until he began to date you. In his twenty-two years of life, he had never even touched himself. He never felt the need to until he met you. All of these thoughts circled in his head. He wanted you so badly. But he was scared. He’d never done anything like that, nor had he ever really been in a relationship before. This was all so new to him, and it scared him half to death.

Colorful yet dim lights flashed across the walls, loud pop music blaring from several Bluetooth speakers scattered around the house. Unlike yourself and Deku, Bakugou had rented a home during his time in college. He refused the roommate system and would have much rather to have an entire space to himself to do as he pleased. This resulted in a lot of parties being thrown, a lot of which you usually attended. You knew this party would be different, however. You were with Deku and Deku had never been to a party. You weren’t even sure if he’s ever even had a drink before.

Deku remained close to you, his hand clutching yours for fear of losing you in the crowd. When he noticed you were occupied talking to someone, he would sneak glances at you, hoping whoever you were talking to wouldn’t notice how his gaze bounced between your gorgeous face to your full tits. The hand that was not holding yours was placed very purposely in his pocket, attempting to nonchalantly rearrange his hardened cock to be less noticeable. He knew if he excused himself, only for a moment to go to the bathroom and fix his situation, he may be able to survive the night. But the fear of someone walking in, or not being able to find you afterward stopped him from walking a few inches away from you. He was so absolutely out of his element, but knowing you were by his side made him feel a bit more comfortable.

The two of you made your rounds, talking to anyone and everyone you passed by and stopping in the kitchen to make yourself a drink. Eventually you two found the blonde birthday boy, sitting pridefully with one stranger on his lap and another hooked to his side. Deku had always known Bakugou to be a ladies man, woman basically throwing their underwear at him at any given chance, and he could not understand how Bakugou did it. Just the thought of doing anything sexual made Deku’s mouth go dry. He didn’t know more than just the basics taught during Sex Ed in middle school. He was scared that when the time came, he wouldn’t know what to do in the slightest. The only person he would even consider doing it with was you.

It has honestly always been you. Deku had the biggest crush on you from the moment he set his eyes on you. Never in his life, though, did he think he would have you.

“Bakugou! Happy birthday!!!” Your excited shriek jumped Deku out of his thoughts. You let go of Deku’s hand, squeezing your way between the two girls surrounding Bakugou to give him a hug. Bakugou happily received the hug, letting out a little chuckle when the girl on his lap’s face turned sour. Once you pulled back, he had whispered something in her ear that made her smile, something neither you nor Deku could hear. In fact, it was honestly hard to hear anything over a yell.

“Hey! Thanks! Deku, I can’t believe you actually came. Aren’t you afraid of parties or something? C’mon get a drink and loosen up.” Bakugou called back, making you giggle. You leaned into Deku’s chest, causing him to stiffen a bit. You then pressed your body against him, hearing his rising heartbeat and feeling his hardness stabbing you in the side, which made you giggle a bit harder. You knew you shouldn’t laugh, and you weren’t laughing at him. You were more so laughing at how increasingly flustered he was getting by your touch. It was unbelievably cute.

Deku knew you could feel him, and it made his face burn with embarrassment. He knew it would look weird if he tried pushing you off, and he honestly didn’t want to. He was just unsure how to proceed. He slowly wrapped his shaking arms around you, hoping Bakugou wouldn’t notice his nervousness. Once he had you close, he could smell the alcohol on your breath. He snuck a glance at your cup held loosely in your hand and realized it was already almost empty. How had you drunk the cup that fast? You had only had it for maybe ten minutes.

Before he had time to think too much on the subject, his eyes widened at the sudden friction he was feeling on his cock. You were swaying back and forth against him, seemingly to the rhythmic beats of the music, as you chatted away with Bakugou some more. Your ass just happened to be positioned perfectly on his erection, though, and because of that you were (intentionally, of course) rubbing it against his hardness.

This he couldn’t take. He had been so incredibly horny since he first caught a glance of you that night, and the friction you were causing him was too much for him to handle. That mixed with the fact that nothing besides his own hands (and that wasn’t until recently) have ever touched his own cock. He wasn’t used to the attention on his lower region.

His arms tightened slightly around your waist, his hips stuttering slightly against your ass now. He hadn’t even noticed he was doing it, but you sure did, and this brought a smile to your face as you continued on with your conversation. His forehead rested on the back of your head, in an attempt to hide his face from those who were in front of you. Hot ropes of cum began squirting out from his cock, making a mess inside of his underwear. He bit his lip hard in an attempt to keep quiet, but that didn’t stop a soft, low moan to escape his throat. Luckily, it was only loud enough for you to hear, and this had you clenching your thighs. He could not believe you had made him cum in his pants in public like this, but even the thought alone was enough to start waking his cock up again.

“A-actually, I think I’ll get a drink. B-baby, can you come help me in the k-kitchen?” He stuttered out, hoping his childhood friend in front of them wouldn’t notice anything off. He had already turned towards the kitchen, grabbing your hand. Before you walked off with him, Bakugou threw you a knowing smirk. He knew what you were doing, and he was so happy for the innocent Deku to finally get laid.

Lucky for you two, the kitchen was almost void of people. There were three strangers standing beside the archway to the living room, chatting amongst themselves, but other than that there was no one. However, you knew at any moment someone would walk through to get a drink and interrupt your conversation. You two were also lucky there were no music speakers in the kitchen, so the only noise you two could hear was from the living room and that made them slightly muffled.

“I..” Deku started, his eyes pointing to the ground and his face as red as you had ever seen it, even though the colorful lights. You walked up to him, bringing your hand to his chin to lift his head up as you did each time you saw him looking down when he was talking, You wanted to see his cute embarrassed face.

“You what? You want a drink right? What do you want, beer or a mixed drink?” You feigned innocence, wanting to hear him say what he did. You wanted nothing more than to hear those dirty words come out of his sweet mouth.

“N-no, I mean.. I.. when you..” He paused, trying to think of a way to say it. He nibbled his bottom lip sheepishly, before beginning again. “When you were.. d-dancing on me… I came..” He murmured, saying the words as low and as quiet as he was able to say it while still making sure you could hear him over the muffled noises.

You grinned at his words, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. This kiss was deeper and lasted longer than any kiss you two had ever shared before. It ended with a pop of his bottom lip as your teeth grazed and pulled at it before pulling away. A low noise came from Deku’s throat, much similar to the one he made when he came, sending shivers down your spine. You then hovered your lips close to his ear, whispering sweetly into it.

“That isn’t anything to be ashamed of, baby.” You felt him physically shiver, raising both of his hands to his face to hide his blush. “Have you never-”

“N-no, I have… By myself. I just… I didn’t expect to..” He cut you off, his voice stifled from his hands. You nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “J-just… The way you’re dressed and… You’re so attractive to me… Sometimes I feel like I can’t control myself, and I don’t know how to go about it..” Your hands gently took hold of his wrists, pulling them from his face.

“Do you want to..?” You asked, even though you knew the answer. His cock was already back to its hardened state in his pants, and you yourself have been practically dripping this entire time. Yet you wanted to hear it come from his mouth. The golden boy. The virgin. You wanted to hear him say and do the foulest of things to you.

“So bad..” Deku whispered, his hand grabbing your arm and pulling you into a hug. He didn’t care anymore that he was hard and you could feel it. He wanted you to feel it. He always had.

You two decided to leave the party early after that interaction. Fortunately, the cum spot on Deku’s pants was barely visible and could be excused as a spilled drink. With the knowledge Deku’s pants weren’t ruined, you both made your way around together, hand in hand, saying your goodbyes to those who mattered. Bakugou, unfortunately, was nowhere to be found. You assumed he was off getting his birthday presents from the two girls who were all over him earlier. After about fifteen minutes of conversation, you two were out the door and walking back to your dorm room.

Your dorm is where you two would typically hang out. The female dorms were always quieter than the male dorms, where one-night stands and parties usually took place. You also were one of the lucky few to not actually have a roommate. Plus, with Bakugou’s birthday party going on and no classes going on the next day, most of the people who lived in the close vicinity of your dorm were not home, leaving you and Deku along for probably the rest of the night.

You unlocked your door, walking inside and relocking it after Deku was inside. The lights were flicked on, revealing the small mess of clothes and paperwork strewn about. Your heels were kicked off before you took more than two steps into the room, Deku already being on the small couch. You plopped down beside him, cuddling yourself into his side. Without a word, you raised a hand to his jaw and kissed him. Your tongue brushed up against his bottom lip, begging for entrance which he happily gave. You spent a bit letting your tongue explore his mouth and vise versa. You both kept your hands mostly to yourselves, aside from your hand on his jaw, and his on the back of your head. Every now and then Deku would let one of his soft moans free, and now that they were no longer suppressed by the loud party noises, you truly realized how absolutely sexy they were. His moans themselves made you moan, shifting your position and wiggling your hips against the couch softly in order to feel any form of friction again your throbbing cunt.

The hand on the back of your head gripped your hair, and you felt his body tense. A louder, less reserved moan spilled into your mouth from him, and you felt the movement of his hips moving back and forth. You grinned wildly into the kiss, knowing exactly what had just happened. He broke the kiss and pulled back gently, panting with his eyes closed. This orgasm was definitely bigger than the last, and it took him a bit to catch his breath enough to speak, but when he did it came out low and raspy.

“I did it again..” He murmured, his eyes opened now, staring at his crotch where a now very visible stain had started to spread. You could see his still semi-hard cock twitching under the sticky fabric of his pants, begging to be freed. Your hands slid up his thighs slowly, stopping right before you reached his crotch.

“Can I?” You asked quietly. He answered you with a nervous nod, biting his lip softly. Your hand trailed up the shaft of his cock, feeling it harden more and throbbing under your touch, even through the pants. Deku let out a soft string of moans as you teased him, rubbing your index finger over the outline of the head. His hips unconsciously moved upward pushing his cock against your hand.

“S-so sensitive..” He moaned out. No one had ever seen him like this, so desperate and full of pleasure that he may just explode right then and there, again. He was so vulnerable right now, and he was showing it to you.

You worked your way up to the button of his jeans, unlatching it with one gentle pull. Your other hand quickly replaced the first, continuing to tease him through his jeans as you began to slowly take them off. You grabbed the zipper and began to pull, Deku already attempting to pull his pants down in frustration.

“Can I help you clean up?” You asked, letting him finish taking his jeans off and tossing them on the floor somewhere in your dorm. He nodded, unsure of what to say or even really what you were going to do. Of course, he had heard of oral, but it didn’t even come to his mind until your tongue was lapping up cum from the thin material of his boxers.

His hands immediately tangled themselves in your hair, not wanting you to stop even though he was so sensitive he thought he would cum again at any moment. His hips bucked up on their own, trying to feel more of your tongue against him. You continued to lick through his boxes until they were more soaked than before, this time with spit more than anything, before slowly tugging them down. His cock sprang out eagerly, and you took a moment to admire it.

You had always imagined what his cock would look like, and it was even better than anything you had ever come up with. A soft tuff of green hair covered his public area, and thick veins ran down his girthy shaft with a slight upward curve. He wasn’t the longest you had seen but still looked to be a good 7 inches. It was perfect.

You slowly slid out your tongue, looking up at him as you began to tease and lick around the head. You wanted to see him flustered and moaning. And flustered and moaning he was. His eyes were shut tightly, his cheeks bright red, and his mouth stuck open in a permeant “O”. His chest raised and fell with every deep breath he took in between moans. After a bit of teasing, you took him inside of your mouth in one swift motion, starting with just the head, and then slowly making your way lower and lower. Your hand rubbed at the parts of the shaft you had not gotten down your throat just yet. The noises that came from Deku were Godlike. You had never heard anything more alluring.

“I-I’m going to..” He cut himself off with a moan, not even being able to finish his sentence before shooting webs of cum down the back of your throat. His back arched and his hands tightened in your hair, releasing one moan after another. You kept him inside of your mouth until you were sure he was done, feeling him twitch constantly against your tongue. His hands released your hair, falling weakly to his sides. When you slid his cock out of your mouth, you slithered yourself up to him, making sure his eyes were open and he was looking at you before showing him all of the cum you collected in your mouth. He bit his lip sheepishly and let out an involuntary moan when he saw you swallow it all in one gulp.

“Mm… I want to make you feel good..” He said weakly, taking off his sweat-soaked shirt. All reserve having been thrown out the door the moment your lips touched his cock. To your surprise, he was rock hard again and was now slowly rubbing his erection with his left hand. His other hand reached out and grabbed your right tit, clumsily feeling around and squeezing it. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. You had been taking the reins and even though he had no idea what he was doing, he wanted you so badly that it didn’t even matter. He was letting instinct take charge. “Please..” He moaned out. This time it was your turn to nod and not say anything, just out of pure shock. You were amazed his cock was still going after cumming three times, but also that he was acting so lewd around you now.

You grabbed the hem of your dress, sliding it off and revealing a set of matching underwear, in the same deep green as Deku’s hair. This brought a blush to both of your faces. In all honesty, you forgot that was the pair you were wearing today. Both the underwear and bra were made of lace, an intricate design. These were by far your favorites, however, your underwear was soaked almost completely to a darker green due to your arousal. You reached behind yourself, unclasping the bra and tossing it to the floor. Your tits were now on full display to him, and he latched onto the quickly, still pumping his cock as he sucked on every square inch of your chest clumsily.

Your back arched in surprise and pleasure, unintentionally pushing your tits further into his face. He let out a groan as you did so, finally releasing his grip on his cock so that he was able to rub his hand against your thigh.

“Y-you’re doing so good.” You bit your lip, your thighs spreading for him. One finger began its journey to your crotch before rubbing down your slit, through your soaked underwear. You let out a moan, practically whispering it into his ear. “So good..”

As he rubbed his finger up and down your slip again, rutting his cock against your thigh as he continued to make marks all along your tits. Your moans and words of encouragement seemed to fuel him, so you continued.

“You’re making me feel so good, Deku..” You cried out as the hand rubbing your sopping cunt through your underwear finally slipped past the fabric and explored your slit firsthand. You could tell he was trying to figure out the best places to rub that would make you feel good and decided to move your hand down to guide him. You ghosted over his hand, and brought his finger to your clit, resting it there for a bit before moving it in small circles. “Right there, ah!” He nodded in your cleavage and continued doing the movements you showed him, his cock still rubbing against your thigh in an attempt to find friction.

“C-can I please be inside of you?” He whined. It sounded so sweet, almost.. puppy-like coming from him, his breath uneven and shaken. Your heart melted at the sound, and you pulled his head up from your breasts to kiss him. His lips were swollen and slobbery from his exploration of your tits, but this just fueled your fire. You slipped your tongue into his mouth effortlessly, grabbing him by the shoulders to pull him on top of you. He fell with a grunt, his hands on either side of your head to catch himself.

“Take my panties off.” You said a bit more commanding than you meant but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed eager to follow your orders. Another puppy-like trait you had never really noticed in him before. This gave you an idea that make you smile ear from ear. “Do you want to fuck me, puppy?” You asked in that same commanding tone. An almost inhuman growl came from him, and he nodded.

“Y-yes, please... Can you show me how?” He had the most innocent yet mischievous expression you had ever seen on him. By now his forehead was covered in sweat, hair messy and strewn about. You reached down, grabbing his cock and extracting a moan of the man on top of you. You had forgotten until now how sensitive he must be, and you used it to your advantage now that you remembered. Instead of guiding him to your hole, you began to pump him slowly. His hips automatically began thrusting into your hand, his head buried in the nook of your neck with a string out loud moans.

“Uh-Uh.. Keep those hips still, puppy. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?” His hips immediately ceased movement, but you could tell how desperately he wanted to move them. Whimpers of ‘please’s erupted against your neck, and it make you chuckle. He was the cutest when he was worked up and desperate, you decided.

“G-gonna cum again… Please… S-so sensitive.. Feels so.. good..” Deku managed to speak out in between moans, now sinking his teeth gently into your neck. You just hummed in response, keeping up the same slow pace as he continued to beg. You felt the tale-tale signs. The twitch of his cock, his body tensing. It wasn’t long before he came again, aimed towards your stomach and breasts this time. This was the fourth orgasm he had had, and yet his cock did not deflate. It remained hard in your hand, and you smirked. Although you did wait a bit, letting him catch his breath before continuing on.

“Good boy.. I think you deserved to feel the inside of my pussy..” You guided his cock towards your hole, hovering right above it. “Right there, puppy..” Without a second thought, he slammed himself into you. You both moaned in sync, gripping at each other as if you didn’t you would both float away. He held himself inside of you for a bit before pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in.

“I want.. you to cum, p-please..” he sobbed into your shoulder, continuing to pound into you. At this point though, you couldn’t even think. You were so blinded by the pleasure he was giving you that all you could do was begin to scream his name. “W-want..” He repeated, licking up and down your neck.

You felt your walls close around him, suffocating his already swollen cock. You were so very close, and yet you would not even tell him through your screams. The only words you knew on your tongue at that moment were interchangeable between ‘Deku’ and his newfound nickname ‘puppy’.

“P-please.. Cum with me..!” Deku moaned in between his thrusts, which were getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute. You could feel him twitching inside of you, making the chase to your own orgasm come faster. Your arms wrapped tightly around his back, digging your nails into the soft flesh there as wave after wave of a mind-numbing orgasm rowed over you. Deku pounded into you one more time before he himself was overtaken by his orgasm and together you both moaned each other’s names until you came back down.

The rest of the night was just as perfect as the start, granted perfect in a different way. After the two of you caught your breath and calmed down a bit, Deku’s dick had finally gone soft. He pulled it out of you with a cringe, it basically being raw at this point. You both stood without a word and headed to the shower. You helped wash each other off, spending a bit of extra time under the hot water because it felt too damn good pelting on your sore muscles to get out. Once you did, however, the two of you didn’t even bother getting dressed. You hopped in the bed, pulling Deku close. He was already half asleep, and you didn’t blame him. You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, about how proud of him you were and how much of a good boy he is. This made him smile and cuddle up closer to you. It felt so good to be completely open and vulnerable with the person you cared about the most. With all the confidence in the world, you held his cheek gently and whispered into his ear.

“I love you, puppy.”

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