i-izuku and his obsession with thigh fucking. folds your legs up and slips his cock between the plush fat between :(( he’s so big… feels like he’s jerking your whole body up n down by the stupid big palms of his hands…
you know he doesn’t actually. as much as you wanna believe that he’s doing this with malice or even purpose - you can’t. every time izuku lets himself indulge, he makes the same expression. emerald eyes fill with fog, all glassy, and all the restraint and stress that normally weighs down his shoulders disappears. you know the look like you know the back of your hand.
you wonder if it has something to do with how izuku grew up, a little bit of a pervert. convoluted ideas about what he likes, you’d think he’d find some other part of you to be obsessed with. he likes all of you, of course he does - but the way his hands travel down your skin after a long shift, the little inhale of breath as he plants his face in the flesh of your thighs. he could die there, he wants too.
it’s ridiculous, and a little obsessive - but it’s izuku so you just find it endearing. he knows you’re busy doing whatever task at hand, but he’s had a long day and you’re wearing those shorts that ride up your legs whenever you so much as breathe. it’s only inevitably that you end up on your back, legs dangling in the air - shorts only half off on one leg.
it’s oddly impatient for him. the tension in the air is thick. his breathing is heavy, like he’s outrun whatever in his lungs and he keeps taking this deep inhales. his cheek smushed against calf, legs all the way up. it’s so ridiculous.
“izu, baby - y-you can just p-put it inside!”
it falls on deaf ears, and before you can understand what’s happening, you feel the way his cock spears. the head bumps into your clit, clumsy - and that’s as much friction as you can really get. it’s not enough, but izuku can’t hear a word out of your mouth. he’s too busy fucking the soft space between, watching the way his cock disappears and appears right against your belly over and over. it’s agonizing for you.
he’s so so close, so close to being inside but all you get is the occasional rub against your pussy. you’re whining and izuku’s thanking you, so soft - so polite “such a good girl, thank you, thank you, thank you,” almost like he doesn’t hear your words of complaint. the soft mewl of asking him to just fuck you already. he’s so strong, so big that you’re being bounced like some kind of toy.
but you don’t get what you need yet. pretty little pussy is weeping for him and all izuku can do is fuck himself stupid right between your legs - only granting you some mercy when he decides to test his limits and press further and further, right against your folds but never quite giving you enough. it’s almost mean, but it’s izuku.
you’ll just have to believe when he moans and tells you to be patient. you don’t have any other choice
Just got back from a festival and already having more concert Bakugou thoughts SIGH.
Thinking about being at a concert and losing your phone in the pit. And you’re already freaking out because it’s got your entire life on it, and you can’t remember the last time you backed it up and you definitely can’t afford another one. Plus, you now have no way of contacting any of your friends who are somewhere in the sea of thousands of people.
You’re trying to look on the ground, but it’s hard when the pit is constantly moving and the lights are low, and you trying so hard not to cry, but barely a minute later you feel two strong hands grasp your arms to hold you steady as you see a tall guy crouching slightly to meet your eye line as he shouts over the music, “You good?”
And its in that moment that you can’t hold your emotion back as you feel hot, wet tears begin to cascade down your cheeks, definitely ruining your makeup as you tell shout back that you’ve lost your phone.
So barely even a minute later he’s got his friends pushing their way into the pit to see if they can find your missing phone with the phone case you described. But it’s all too much as you tell him you wanna get out, that it’s suffocating in here as more fresh tears fall and you don’t need to say another word before he’s taking one of your hands in his as he laces your fingers together and he’s tugging you out of the crowd. Using his broad shoulders to part the sea of people and stop you from getting knocked into by anyone.
He doesn’t stop until you’re in a quiet area by the bar, as he leans over to ask for a cup of water. Handing it to you as you take slow sips, his hand pressing comforting circles into your back as you try to get over the initial shock.
You’re surprised when he stays with you, even though the band are still playing in the background and all his friends are inside the pit. He’s offering you his phone to call or text your friends and he says he’ll wait with you until you find them again, and even tries to call your phone to see if someone might have picked it up.
So you both stand at the side of the crowd watching the rest of the set, Bakugou completely refusing to leave you to go back in to enjoy the last few songs as he keeps that same comforting hand on your back.
But you definitely weren’t expecting one of his friends to come out of the crowd holding your phone in his hands victoriously— and now you have each others numbers👀
Warnings: nsft content, friends to lovers, step sibling relationship (not heavily referred, no titles like 'brother' or 'sister'), afab reader, light dom/sub(?), praise, begging, mention of izuku touching himself while thinking of you, mention of stealing readers underwear, breeding, cervix fucking, creampie, fingering (f. receiving), feelings of doubt involving sex, aftercare
Things between the two of you changed over the course of your life. You just miss your best friend, where have the times gone?
note: all characters are aged up to 21+
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You and Izuku had always been close, almost every memory regarding your childhood involved him in some way. you remember how he stood up for you in primary school, being a few years older than you, he thought it was his duty to protect a sweet girl like you. He never left your side, always there when you needed him.
He was always there to help you up when you had fallen over, or offer you a hand when you tripped and scrapped your knees. you really looked up to him and admired his kindness.
it was no surprise you were still close now as adults, sharing a house as you grew older. He was just always there.
you recall whenever him and his mother moved into the small apartment you and your father occupied.
“Remember your friend izuku from school?” your father asked in a soft voice, crouching down to meet your eyes.
you nodded excitedly, your messy braids bouncing around as you held your excited little fists to your chest, “Mhm! he’s my bestest friend!” you giggled.
“Well, him and his mom are going to stay with us for a while,” your father smiled at you, “Just for a little while.”
it turns out ‘a little while’ meant more than you had thought, seeing as they never left and became one with your family, not that you minded.
More time passed, and as you grew older, you realized what was happening between your father and your best friend’s mother. what started as a simple friendship between coworkers had clearly developed into something more.
While you were still in your adolescence, you attended their wedding, watching your father smile and shed a few tearas he said his vows to your best friend’s mother. you were so excited back then, becoming bonded to izuku in a way you hadn’t even thought of at the time.
you continued to grow together, your feeling for him unchanged as time went by, He was still your best friend, your sweet izuku. even though he was your step brother now.
you recall moving into a bigger house, one with enough room for you and izuku to not share a room anymore, as you were getting to an age where it didn’t seem appropriate to your parents anymore, not that anything strange ever happened. Most nights consisted of you and Izuku staying up all night, giggling as you chatted from separate beds, staring at the glow in the dark stars scattering your shared ceiling. Part of you didn’t understand why you had to have your own room, but as you grew into a teenager, you understood why it was important for you both to have your own space, at least from your father’s and izuku’s mother’s perspective.
Soon enough, coloring pages turned to spelling tests, and spelling tests became essays, and the next thing you knew, you were studying for final exams for UA something you had watched Izuku do just a few years prior.
Your relationship with your best friend seemed to fade a bit, as you were both so busy with, you with your studies, him with his hero training, that you hardly saw each other.
Sure, maybe you’d pass each other in the hallway on nights that he was home, watching as you drug his aching body to his bedroom. Maybe even early in the morning, when you sat at the kitchen table, awaiting your coffee maker to alert you that it was finished. you’d even steal glances when he’d walk past your room late at night, entering the bathroom before the shower clicked on.
the point was, you didn’t really get to see him anymore, not unless you went out of your way to insert yourself into his busy schedule.
you’d often stay up late, wondering if he still even considered you his best friend.
had he made other friends while he was training?
Were they more like him than you? strong like him? kind like him?
Able to offer him more than you were?
You had pushed these thoughts aside for a long time, hoping they would go away. Of course they didn’t, lingering in the back of your mind, leaving a sour taste in your mouth as a bit of shame and jealousy overtook you from time to time.
There was another thing that caused distance in your friendship, your lack of a quirk.
you remember, even from a young age, Izuku was fascinated by quirks. always studying them, always writing in his notebook about anything new he learned. you remember when he told you he didn’t have a quirk, and really, you were so thankful to hear that when you were just a little girl. you had finally met someone like you.
As the two of you grew older, things changed, he developed a quirk, and that’s when things started to fall apart.
you were left alone most of the time then, missing your best friend as he stayed out training until the sun came out.
you longed for the friendship you once had with izuku, the inseparable, unselfish love you had for each other.
things were just different now.
You sat at your desk, sighing as you continued to scribble away in your notebook, attempting to finish your studying session.
your eyes darted away from the page in front of you, taking note of the time. it was already past midnight now, the sun had long faded away, leaving your room dimly lit by a small lap sat nearby.
Izuku had been gone all day, out training or doing some type of competition for school, you couldn’t really keep track anymore.
your father and his mother were gone as well, off for the week on a work trip. leaving you completely alone in the house all day.
you had tried to keep yourself busy, but you were on day three of being mostly alone, only seeing izuku in the morning as he left for UA.
you grew bored in that moment, yawning as you pushed aside your notebook, resting your elbows on the wood of the desk before resting your face in your hands.
you stared down at the note page in front of you for a few seconds, relaxing your mind, “Jus’ a little break,” you mutter to yourself, pushing your hair back, knotting your fingers into it as you hummed, soothing yourself.
“Hey, do you know where the towels are?”
you nearly shrieked as a deep voice interrupted your thoughts, your head flying up to meet forest eyes as Izuku stood in your doorway, leaning against the frame. He held his shirt in his hand, his chest exposed to you.
though it was nothing you hadn’t seen before, you found yourself shifting in your desk chair, trying resist the urge to glance down for more than a second at a time.
This was the first time you had spoken to him all day, aside from a quick ‘good morning’ as he left earlier.
“Uhm—,” you thought for a moment, glancing down at his toned chest, your eyes shifting a bit lower as you realized he was only clad in a pair of black underwear that seemed to hug his muscular thighs, “Maybe— Maybe in the dryer?”
you had hardly managed to get the words out, your mind clouded with unfamiliar thoughts.
Sure, you knew he was attractive, you had always found him cute, even in your younger days, But something about your feelings now felt a little less than innocent, as they had back then.
“Mm?” he hummed, “Everything okay?” His voice held genuine concern as you met his gaze, his head tilting slightly to the side, “You seem stressed, bunny.”
your cheeks flushed as the nickname left his mouth, the one he used to call you when you were younger, he often referred to you as a timid rabbit who needed to be protected.
you knew it was just an innocent name, one that had stuck so long ago, but he rarely referred to you that way anymore, often using your name, or not even referring to you at all, seeing as you hardly spoke some days.
“Mhm?” You took your lip between your teeth, sucking in a breath as your mind hazes with thoughts of your hands pressing against his chest, feeling the ripples of his skin beneath your fingers.
he notices right away something is different in the way your eyes seem almost glazed over as you speak to him, “Mhm what?” he questions, stepping further into your room, until he’s comfortable sat on your bed, muscular thighs parting slightly as interlocks his knuckles, dropping them into the empty, “Something on your mind, bun?”
You feel his gaze on you now, tension thick in the air as his graze drops down to your chest. He nearly smirks as he notices your nipples pebbling beneath your thin shirt, but he holds himself together, playing coy with you as a soft, innocent smile covering his lips as his eyes flicker back up to meet yours.
“Just stressed, Mhm,” you’re attempting to keep your composure now, eyes drifting to his clasped hands, not daring to look beyond them.
tension is thick in the air and your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. you’re acutely aware of the feeling between your thighs now.
You shift in your seat again, turning until you're almost facing him, holding back a whine as you feel a wet spot forming against the cotton of your undergarments.
Of course, Izuku takes note of the look on your face as you adjust yourself, resisting the urge to adjust himself as well as he watches your cute lips turn into a soft, almost uncatchable pout for only a moment.
“Just stressed, huh?” he repeats your words, his voice ringing in your ears in an unfamiliar tone, something sultry replacing his normal, cheery one, “Anything I could help you with?”
He’s standing now, hovering over you slightly as he leans over your shoulder to look at the notes you had previously written. Of course, he wasn’t actually reading them, this was all a ploy to get closer to you.
You’re engulfed in his scent as he leans over you, reminisces of his day lingering on his skin, soft tones of mint and citrus permeating through the space.
words seem to escape you as his soft curls brush against your cheek as he leans a bit further over you, his chest pressed against the back of your chair as his eyes scan your notebook.
“S’getting late, ya’know?” he mumbles, his chest vibrating a bit as he speaks lowly, “Maybe time to lay down and relax, Mm?” He stands back now, still lingering behind your chair.
You feel a calloused hand on your bare clothed shoulder, rubbing soft circles with fingertips. your mind fogs, your head threatening to lull to the side as he continues his gentle movements, fingers drifting towards the nape of your neck, applying a slight pressure.
you give a small nod, unsure how to respond, not that you could even if you wanted to. a soft whine passing your lips instead, feeling a bit of your inner tension release at his soft touch.
“You’re so sweet, bunny,” he mutters, “Miss hanging out with you everyday,” fingers drift a bit further down, ghosting over your collarbone, threatening to slip past the collar of your shirt, but he’s still testing the waters, not wanting to push too far, “Miss protecting you, keeping you to myself.”
within a moment, he grows a bit bolder, touring with your shirt collar, “Jus’ been so busy,” your head lulls back, resting against the back of the chair, “M’sorry, bunny.”
you’re not sure why he’s apologizing, maybe it’s because he’s touching you? or maybe because he hasn’t had time for you lately. maybe even both.
“No one compares to you,” a soft smile plays on his lips, though you can’t see, “My sweet, soft girl.”
his girl.
His hand dips past the collar of your shirt, fingers brushing against your nipple, causing you to jolt slightly, the sensation only exciting your further, though a feeling of something along the lines of guilt hang in the back of your mind.
“Izu?” you manage to speak, your voice coming out rushes, “s’this okay?”
you sound so innocent in that moment, your sweet voice only egging him further, his stuff cock flexing beneath the thin material of his boxers, as it’s pressed to the back of your chair. a soft groan passes his lips, “baby, s’okay —yeah, s’okay.” he assures you, and also himself a bit.
you're not really his sister, are you? just tied together by the marriage of one of each of your parents. your bond remained the same over all those years, nothing more than a friendship, right?
Izuku wouldn’t deny he had thought about you in some distasteful ways in the past, even in his teenage years, he found himself fisting his cock to cute selfies of you. maybe he’d even gone as far as stealing some of your underwear from your shared laundry bin, though he’d never admit that part. He was far too prideful to admit he was so perverse.
“Let's move, Mm?” he cups your chest, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “Jus’ wanna give you some attention.”
Before you know it, you’re standing and he’s leading you to your twin sized bed with a quick tug of your hand, “S’okay, bunny,” he soothes your mind, “S’just me,” his face holds a soft smile, but the look in his eyes is what really gets you, his pupils are blown wide, a small rim of green all that’s left of his irises.
“Mhm, s’just you,” you repeat, “jus you and me, ‘Zuku,” your breath comes out in soft pants as he hovers over you, pinning you to the mattress with his hips, his stiff cock pressing against your thigh.
“Mhmm,” he lets out a low hum, “jus’ me,” he shifts until he’s pressed against your clothed cunt, “jus’ your ‘zuku, huh?” a teasing smile covers his face, his cheeks dimpling.
“Mine,” you say shyly, pressing your waist forward in an attempt to get any kind of friction, a whine bubbling in your throat as he withdraws, teasing smile turning to a smirk.
“Mm, yours.” he confirms, “Don’t get cocky though,” his calloused hand grips your hip, your shorts pushing down a bit, “M’older than you,” his hand move further, dipping into your underwear, “n’ stronger,” a satisfied grunt leaves his lips as he ghosts your clit, feeling how soaked you are, “n’ bigger.”
you attempted to hide from him, tilting your head to the side whilst burying your face into his arm that rested just above your head, “Don’t tease,” you plea, trying to keep still.
“Shh, Shh,” he toys with your clit, watching as you squirm beneath him, “Jus’ wanna take my time,” he leans down, nuzzling his face into your neck, his curls tickling your cheek again as he places soft kisses on your skin.
Truthfully, he was trying so hard not to go too far, not to scare you, or go too fast, but his sense of control was running thin, threatening to snap any second. this was something he had only dreamed about.
“Please, Please, ‘Zuku,” you continued to whine, raising your hips to meet his hand, “jus’ touch me.”
He really lost himself then, his fingers dropping to slip inside of you, pushing two digits into your drooling hole.
“S’so wet already,” he can’t help but groan, sinking his fingers a bit deeper, “Can’t believe you’re already soaking my fingers.”
he can’t help but imagine how you’d feel clamping down on his leaking cock, just the thought causing it to twitch against your thigh.
“don’ want your fingers,” you whine, squirming against him, “wan’ more, please ‘Zuku.”
He shakes his head slightly, “Need to— god,” a low growl erupts in his chest, “Need to prep you, baby, I have to.”
he almost whines, thinking about shoving his cock inside, thinking of how you’d squeeze around him.
“jus’ want it,” you desperately press against his fingers, tears threatening you spill onto your cheeks, “Can’t wait, can’t wait, please ‘zu.”
that’s the final crack in his foundation, causing his walls to tumble down.
“yeah, baby— baby, don’t cry,” he pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, “M’gonna give it to you— Fuck,” he jerks back, pushing his underwear down until his cock’s finally free, velvety tip pressing against his abdomen as he he reaches up to fist it for a moment, glancing down at you, “s’all yours—“, his gaze flickers up to meet yours, your teary eyes pulling at his heart strings, “‘Zuku’s gonna give it to you, s’okay.”
With a shaky hand, he presses his swollen cock against your slit, dragging it up until it catches on your clit, causing you to let out a string of swears. He does this a few times, watching as his tip gets coated in your sweet juices.
One final time, he drags his leaking cock up toward your clit, before bringing it back down, pushing the head inside with a huff. you’re already engulfing him, your greedy cunt sucking him in.
“Baby—, bunny, my god.” he can’t think straight, so intoxicated on the way you’re drawing him in.
you whine, squirming under him as you attempt to get him to go further, but truthfully he’s trying not to release his seed into you at that moment, attempting to clear his head enough to give you more.
his eyes are fixated on your sweet cunt, taking him in as he pressed further, burying himself inside you to the hilt.
you gasp, feeling his cock bullying its way inside of you, filling you until you feel dizzy, “Please ‘zu,” you whine, reaching out to press your hands against his chest.
you don’t even have to say anything, he can read you so well, knows exactly what you want, what you need.
“S’so fuckin’—“ Izuku grits his teeth slightly, rocking his hips as he gives you what you’ve been craving, “So tight,” he slurs out, planting both of his hands on either side of your head, caging you in, forcing you to look at him as he gives you what you want.
He’s overtaking you, overwhelming your senses in ways you didn’t even know was possible, every thought in your mind is of him, nothing else seems to matter. just you and your Izuku.
Your eyes lock with his, a fawned look covering your face as your eyes widen, feeling yourself gripping his meaty cock, “Please, ‘Zu,” you manage to pant out, “Please, don’t stop.” you babble.
As if he would even imagine stopping, he’s so intoxicated by just the lock on your face, watching the way your mouth hangs open as your eyes flutter closed. He’s watching your cunt take him in now, watching the way he disappears inside of you over and over again, cock head pressing against your cervix with each thrust of his hips.
“Feel’s so good—,” his moves one of his hands down from near your face, thumbing your clit, “feel’s so good inside,” his breath is coming out in short huffs, he’s trying so hard not to cum inside of your pussy, but it’s so hard when you’re practically milking him, “Bunny, bunny, jus’ need you to cum on my cock.”
you’re squirming under him now, so close to the edge, so close that all it takes is a few praises from him to make you cream all over his cock.
“tha’s a good girl, such a good girl, bunny,” he groans, focusing on working you through your orgasm, “my good bunny, all mine.”
he can’t take it anymore, the feeling of your sweet cunt convulsing around him breaks him, “jus’ need to cum inside,” he slurs as he spills inside of you without warning, continuing to lazily thrust into you, “S’okay bunny, jus’ let your ‘zuku fill your pussy with his cum,” he grunts, chest heaving as he finishes releasing inside of you, the mixture of your arousal and his coating his cock.
you’re completely fucked now, sweating coating your forehead as you look up at him, pupils blown wide to match his.
He slowly unsheathes his cock from you, glancing down to see his seed dripping down onto your sheets before he meets your eyes again, clearing his throat.
“Look at you, bunny,” his tone drops to a sweeter one now, one that holds comfort and years of love for you, “m’pretty girl,” he still hovers over you, his hot breath fanning across your face as he nudges your cheek with his nose.
“Mm,” you hum sleepily, “I needed that,” you press closer to his face, feeling his lips ghost against your cheek.
“Me too,” he replies softly, placing soft kissing against your skin, “M’always here for you.”
He tends to your unspoken needs, backing away from your face, brushing the pad of his thumb under your eye to brush away tears you hadn’t even realized were sliding down onto your cheeks.
“Still here,” he mutters, nodding softly as he keeps his eyes locked with yours, “Always here,” he continues rubbing against your cheek, “I’d never leave you, never let you go.”
deku crying when he stuffs his meaty cock inside your tight hole, because it just feels so good, he just can’t help himself, can’t help the noises leaving his mouth, can’t even control his emotions. he whines every time he rocks his hips into yours, pushing until the tip of his cock is snuggly against your cervix, feeling your gooey walls clamp around him. of course he cries and babbles when he cums too, wailing praises, telling you “y’re so pretty, wanna fill you up, wanna get you pregnant,” as his tears drip down onto your face <33
Pairing: pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x Receptionist!reader
Warnings: nsft content, afab reader, izuku is kinda switchy and feral, light dom/sub(?), vulgar language, mention of izuku touching himself while thinking of you, breeding, mentions of getting reader pregnant, cervix fucking, creampie, oral (f. receiving, m. receiving), aphrodisiacs, sex pollen(?), slight overstim, feelings of doubt involving sex, slight aftercare
You finally managed to get an office job at The top hero’s agency, one day he’s hit with an aphrodisiac quirk and you’re the only one there to help him out.
note: all characters are aged up to 21+
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You were so lucky to have even scored this job interview, you had little to no experience in an office job position, and you had just graduated a few months ago. Whenever you received a call asking you to come in, you were taken aback, completely surprised the agency had even considered you.
"Is that you, y/n?" The hero glanced up from his desk. When forest eyes met yours, you felt your cheeks flush. You couldn't believe you were standing just a few feet in front of the pro hero. "Please, have a seat." Scarred hands motioned at the chair in front of them. You were quick to oblige, almost rushing to the leather chair.
Deku took a sip of his coffee, eyeing you as you sat down, before averting his gaze to the endless paperwork on his desk.
"It seems you applied for the receptionist position?" He hummed and you nodded.
"Yes sir," you shifted in your seat, "I know I don't have much experi-"
"That's not a problem." He didn't even look at you as he spoke, eyes scanning the document in front of himself, "What's your quirk?"
"Oh Uhm," you cleared your throat, "it's not very useful, I can hear up to about 30 meters away if I activate my quirk." You sigh.
You had always wished to be blessed with a useful quirk, even wished to be a hero when you grew up, but your quirk never developed more than what it was now. This was one of the reasons you admired heros so much, one of the reasons you wanted to work alongside them, even if you couldn't be of much help.
"M'sure it's useful!" Izuku flashed you a smile, "All quirks are, sweetheart." Humming, he latches his fingers together, placing his hands on his desk.
Your cheeks flush at the name, you're sure he didn't mean anything by it, probably was just saying it to make you feel comfortable. You couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze, your eyes trained on a pen on his desk.
"When can you start?"
Your eyes met his, a confused look plastered across your face, "Huh?"
"I said, when can you start?" A chuckle falls from his lips, "I think you'd be a great fit."
Yeah, a great fit for something.
"Oh!" You gasp, feeling a blush creep its way onto your skin, "As soon as you'd like." You flashed the hero a nervous smile.
He grinned in return, "Monday then. Around 8 am?" He offers and you nod.
Monday morning came quicker than you had expected.
You were quick to get ready, not wanting to be late or appear unprofessional. Making sure every hair was in place and no wrinkles littered your clothes, you made your way to the train, hoping it would get you there in time.
By the time you arrived at the office, it was just a few minutes before 8, you rushed into the building, eyes glued to your shoes as you entered.
Just as you were about to glance back up, you bumped into something, someone rather. A gasp left your lips as you attempted to steady yourself, not wanting to drop any of your belongings.
"Careful there, wouldn't want to break you on your first day." A hand rested on your shoulder, lingering for a moment too long.
You let out a squeak as you met forest eyes. "I'm so sorry Deku, sir!" you gasp, "I wasn't watching where I was going at all and-"
"Don't worry about it, why don't I get you started for the morning, hm?" He flashed you a heroic smile, motioning towards a desk near his office.
You nodded your head, trailing behind the hero as he showed you where you could leave your things. He was very patient in explaining what was expected, very gentle as he reminded you of the general rules of the office, things you could do, things you couldn't, things you shouldn't do but could get away with doing. Throughout the whole conversation, you noticed the authoritative tone in his voice. He wasn't mean, he was just firm. You also took note of the way he leaned into you as he spoke, often reaching over you to point things out, his arm brushing yours just for a moment. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you got a whiff of his cologne, it was nice but very subtle.
"Lastly, If you ever need anything, I'm just down the hall." He hummed, finally straightening up. A subtle pout covered your lips as he leaned away from you, the warmth of his body disappearing. "Don't hesitate to bother me if you need something," he grinned at you, "Please do remember to knock though." He reminded you and you nodded softly.
You were a bit flustered, but you replied nonetheless, "O-Of course sir, thank you for being so patient with me. I think I can handle things from here." a soft smile covered your lips as you peeked up at the hero.
"I'll leave you to it then, thank you miss y/n." He hummed before disappearing into his office. Your eyes lingered as he walked away, not long enough to see him look back at you before he closed his door though. Definitely not long enough to see the smirk that played on his lips either.
You heard the sound of the lock clicking, wondering what he was doing. Little did you know, he was fisting his cock as he thought about how cute you were.
Luckily, you picked up on things quickly. You were thankful to have at least been knowledgeable about computers and their programs at least. By the time your second week was over, you had a good handle on things, you found yourself needing less help from your co-workers even.
For a few days, you even had some free time after you had finished your tasks, allowing you to relax and mess around on your phone.
Today was seemingly slow, Deku was out handling a petty villain as usual. You were sure he would be quick to return but after a few hours, you began to worry. You even contemplated calling Deku on his cell, but you knew that was for emergencies only.
You tried your best to relax, you were sure this had happened before, sure he had just gotten caught up with something else and hadn't had time to call it in. Your shoulder slumped as you leaned down to rest your head on your desk, eyes fluttering closed as you rested for a moment.
Your peace was short-lived though, as the phone on your desk began to ring. You cursed to yourself, straightening in your chair as you answered.
"Hello, how can I help you?" You hummed into the line, cheek resting against your palm.
"Hi, is this y/n?" The voice on the other end of the call sounded almost frantic, "This is Red Riot, We're having a bit of an issue down here and Deku is on his way back to the agency." The hero spoke quickly, "He's uh, ah fuck," Red Riot let out a nervous laugh, "He's been hit by a quirk, could you check the Med station for something for an aphrodisiac quirk?"
"Yes, of course!" You replied quickly, "Thank you for calling. I'll do that now." Nervously, you waited for the call to end.
Once the line went dead, you rushed to the Med station, rummaging through bottles. You let out a soft groan after checking the last bottle, realizing there was nothing to combat an aphrodisiac quirk. They weren't common, so maybe that's why they didn't have anything to deal with them, plus they eventually wore off, right?
You cursed yourself as you returned to your desk, wondering if you should attempt to call someone else, but before you knew it a very pained Deku rushed inside, nearly slamming the glass door against the wall.
You're quick to rush over to him, "Deku sir, are you okay?" His eyes meet yours in an instant. They hold something you've never seen before. Their normal friendly glow of them has faded into something of desire, something almost feral.
A groan escapes his lips, "Don't look at me like that, fuck." He all but barks at you. A gasp almost left your lips at his tone, his voice sounded strained and you couldn't recall a single time you'd heard him swear in the past few weeks.
Before you can reply, he lets out another grunt, cupping his own face in his palms, “You should get out of here,” He whines, not meeting your gaze as he tugs softly on the roots of his hair.
“I dont really think i should leave you like this…” you voice comes out in a hushed tone, “Let’s go to the med station,” you reach out, attempting to guide him towards the med station, but you pull your hand away as soon as you come in contact with the freckled skin of his arm. He was so warm, hot to the touch, and a sheen of sweat seemed to cover his entire body.
“S-Sir, i couldnt find antidote to fight the quirk you’ve been hit with in the med station,” you tried to keep your composure, but it was becoming more and more difficult as you watched your boss writhe in pain, “maybe… maybe we should call someone, I’m sure one of the nearby hospitals has something that could-”
“No, don’t call anyone,” he cut you off with a snarl, “don’t need anyone’s help but yours” he slurred, meeting your gaze, his pupils blown wide in a way you’d never seen before.
Before you could register what was happening, Izuku’s hands were firmly gripping your hips, his face in the crook of your neck, “Jus’ need to be inside,” he whined, “Jus’ need to let it all out.” He rutted against you, the bulge beneath his hero suit pressing against your clothed cunt, “Y’can help me, right sweetheart?” he muttered into your ear.
A soft gasp left your lips as you realized what he was implying. You felt your cheeks flush as he rutted against you, desperate for some kind of release, some kind of help from you.
You had, of course, stolen a few glances at your boss over the past few weeks. You couldn’t deny he was attractive, not only his appearance, but his personality, the way he carried himself, his patience and kindness, everything. He helped everyone, everyday, looked after the entire city, who were you to deny him of his primal needs?
You glanced around the empty office, taking a deep breath before tugging on his arm. You somehow managed to get him inside his office, a place you’d rarely been, unfortunately, in the moment, there wasn’t much time to take in your surroundings, not with the way he was desperately pawing at your chest through your thin top.
“Gotta help me, please y/n,” he slurred, continuing to let his large palms wander down your chest, to your hips, “Can’t take it anymore,” He let out a whiny breath.
“S’okay, I’ll help you, sir.” you muttered shyly, dropping to your knees.
The rough carpet scratched against your flesh, threatening to leave your skin red, though you couldn’t find the will to care about that right now. You glanced up at him from the floor, watching as he quickly drags down the zipper of his hero suit, taking a moment to push it off of his shoulders. The fabric pools at his waist now, you shakily reach forward, tugging down until his hero suit is scrunched up against his thighs.
Your now face to face with your boss’s clothed bulge, it presses against the thin fabric of his underwear, threatening to break through any second now.
“Hurry up, please,” he whines breathlessly, looking down at you.
You nod, tugging down his boxers, gasping when his cock springs up, precum already beading on the tip. Your body moves before you can think, your mouth enveloping his cock.
“God..” he whines, the wetness of your inner cheeks finally allowing him some relief, “More, More y/n.” his hips jolt forward, bullying his cock into the back of your throat until you’re gagging and sputtering around it.
Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you glance up at him. You inhale through your nose before suckling down on him more, rocking back and forth slightly as you take him into your throat. His cock is so heavy, pressing against your tongue, so warm too.
“S’not enough,” he groans suddenly, knitting his eyebrows together as he glances down at you, “Need more, Need to be inside.”
You’ve never heard him talk like this before, so needily, so desperately.
“Bend the fuck over my desk,” He snarls, fisting the base of his cock and pulling it from your lips, “Now.”
You cough, drool dripping down your chin as your soft gaze meets his for just a moment, “Mhm, Yes sir.”
You were being so cute, so obedient. Izuku was always watching you from the corner of his eyes whilst you were working, he noticed the way you perked up when he walked into the office, the way you giggled at your phone when you were supposed to be working, the way you were stealing glances at him too.
Those thoughts soon left his mind as he glanced back down, seeing your cute little ass perked in the air as your breasts pressed against his desk. the only thing he could think about was breeding your sweet cunt as it clamped down on his swollen cock.
“M’sorry if it hurts,” he grunts, using all the self restraint he has in his body to glide his cock head against your slit, reminding himself not to stuff himself inside of you, “Jus’ can’t help myself, M’sorry, M’sorry baby,” he whines, pressing into you, filling you to the hilt in a swift motion.
You let out a gasp, having no time to adjust to the sheer size as he snaps his hips, feeling your gooey cunt engulf his shaft, “Oh god,” your head lulls to the side, your face pressing against to cool wood of his desk.
“Jus’ take it, baby,” he whines, his hands grasping your hips, “Feels so good inside, You feels so good,” he babbles, the aphrodisiacs clouding his mind, “Wanna pump you full of my cum,” he tilts his head back, though you can’t see his face, You can hear the smile on his face as he continues, “S’all mine, This pussy belongs to me, S’mine, darling.”
Your mind’s fogged now too, his words going straight to your core as butterflies fill your stomach. You can hardly speak as he thrusts into you over and over again, the sound of his waist slapping into your ass over and over again assaulting your ears.
“S’all yours,” you manage to whine out, “Belongs to you, ‘Zuku.”
This only pushes him further, his words becoming more vulgar, “M’gonna get’cha pregnant, sweetheart,” he seethes, his fingers tightening around your waist, “Gonna give you all my babies,” his grip loosens now, his hand pressing firmly into your ass now, nails digging into the skin, “Jus’ wanna breed your cute lil’ cunt every fucking day.” he groans.
You’re a mess now, drool pooling in front of your face, dripping onto some paper that was left on his desk, smearing the words written, “Please Sir, please keep going,” you moan, “M’so close,” you babble, your cunt contracting around him.
“Uh huh?” he huffs, snaking his hand under your body, his fingers finding their way to your clit with ease as he vigerously presses and rubs against it, “Do it then, C’mon,” he urges you, pressing forward until his cock threatens to press into your cervix, “C’mon, make a fuckin’ mess on your boss’s desk.” he muses.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer, his words alone pushing you over the edge. You let go, releasing all over his desk as your cunt clenches around his cock as the office fills with the sound of your whimpers and moans.
“Oh my god, S’so fucking tight, baby,” the hero grits his teeth, letting out a groan as he fills your womb with his hot cum, “Fuckin’ milking my cock,” he whines, sloppiy thrusting into you as he finishes.
You feel empty as he pulls himself out, watch the mixture of your arousals dribble out of you, down your thigh. The sight makes his eyes roll back for a moment, he can’t help but lean down, tonguing your used cunt for just a moment, a moan vibrating against you as he tastes you.
A whine leaves your lips, you’re so sensitive now, wriggling your hips in an attempt to escape him, “S’too much,” you huff, attempting to catch your breath.
He pulls away from your sex, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he stands back a bit, wrapping his arm around your waist in an attempt to pull you off his desk, “M’done,” he whispers sweetly now, nuzzling at your neck as he presses his body against yours softly “don’t worry, baby”
His tender touch and tone surprise you, you assume the quirk had worn off now, after you had satisfied his needs. You hadn’t expected him to comfort you, truthfully, you hadn’t expected anything.
He holds you for a while, letting you lean against him as his fingers ghost down your arm, soothing your soft skin, “Jus’ relax,” he mutters, “I’ll get you cleaned up in a second.”
Green locks of hair tickle your cheek as his lips brush against your neck, “M’sorry,” he laughs nervously, a bit of guilt weighing on him, “if that was too much, I really lost myself for a minute there.”
“M-mm” you hum in response, “S’okay, I know you were just.. Under the affect of things,” you pause, “the quirk, I mean.”
You think about it for a moment, a bit of sadness washing over you. Your head hangs low, your eyes fluttering closed for a second, “I knew that,” you speak, mostly to yourself.
“Hey,” he whispers softly, “Still feel the same,” you feel his grin against your shoulder, followed by his soft lips pressing into your skin, “And I would’ve done that eventually, anyway,” he speaks truthfully, “You’re so pretty, such a sweet girl, too.”
You feel a bit silly now, a smile sneaking its way onto your lips now, “Think so?” you hum.
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.”
