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corpsekiller · 3 years

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𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐢.𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. pro hero!izuku midoriya x fem!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. nsfw, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, overstimulation, hints of dubcon if you squint, semi-public sex, office sex, tummy bulge, slight size kink

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. izuku and you finally have some privacy, after months of being busy and unable to spend time together.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. this was supposed to be a short drabble, but then i got too motivated and horny to keep it this short. i'm still not satisfied with this fic and i'm not sure what to think of it, since i don't write nsfw fics that often, so comments and reblogs are definitely appreciated 🖤

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.714 words

MASTERLIST

“F-Fuck! ‘S good, baby, so fucking good,” Izuku groans as he sinks into your wet heat, your walls clenching tightly around the length of his thick cock and it takes him every ounce of fucking self-control he has left to let you adjust to his size and the burning stretch between your legs for a fleeting moment.

You missed this. Missed touching him and worshipping him, missed how he feels buried so deeply in your cunt and how his toned body seems to surrender to you entirely. It's so annoying how busy you both are with the new hero agency you built and the missions that take him away from you for days, leaving you both touchstarved and yearning for just a second of holding each other close.

Your hands slide over his arms to rest on his broad shoulders and a choked whimper tumbles from your lips, shifting your hips tentatively just to rile him up further until his restraints crumble and he finally gives into his animalistic urge to ruin you just like he wants to.

He’s just so needy. A whimpering mess underneath you, fingertips digging into the soft fat of your thighs as he begins to rut into your tight cunt with primal desperation.

“So fucking tight,” he curses breathlessly and you barely catch his words, mind turning to static with each drag of his cock against your sweet spot. It’s messy, so desperate and feral how effortlessly he yanks you up with his calloused hands wrapped tightly around your thighs and fills you to the brim again. Fucks you hard and deep like he means it, like he wants to stuff you full with his seed and never leave the warmth of your pussy ever again. “You’re so perfect, fuck, can’t wait to see you dripping with my cum.”

Izuku’s praise shoots straight to your core, making your velvety walls flutter and tighten impossibly around him in response. Of course, he notices. A guttural groan escapes him as he picks up the pace and thrusts upward mercilessly, one of his hands wrapping around your throat in the process.

You can’t do anything but let him use you like his personal little fucktoy he manhandles however he wants. ‘S not his fault your pussy is creaming so much, ‘s not his fault he’s so hungry for the sensation of your cunt wrapped snugly around his cock, so whipped for your pretty pussy that he nearly lost his mind after barely a full month of not being able to touch you properly.

The only exception were sneaky kisses here and there, teasing touches when the employees weren’t looking, but it’s not easy to find some time for more than just a quick peck on the lips with assistants and his sidekick around almost every day.

Honestly, you love this agency, really, wouldn’t want to imagine your life without the success of fulfilling your dreams and you count yourself lucky to be the one who manages the agency and supports his eager sidekick, though it would be nice to get some privacy once in a while.

Those few minutes you get in the morning when most assistants haven't arrived for work or already headed out to grab coffee and run some errands aren’t nearly enough to satisfy Izuku’s need to fuck you stupid until you’re nothing but a drooling slut who’s unable to form coherent sentences and walk properly after he's done.

And you were so mean about it, too.

Shit, he hates you for it, absolutely despises you for being such a brat and taking the chance of having no opportunity to fuck to mess with him. It started slow, so slow he barely noticed your initial plan until it was far too fucking late.

Your hand wandered over his thigh under the table in his office where you were sitting next to him during another meeting and before he could utter your name, you were already cupping his crotch with the palm of your hand, unobtrusively caressing his growing bulge until he felt like the seams of his pants were about to burst.

And then you just left with the lame excuse of feeling unwell. He knew better.

He tried his best to wait longer, to persevere out of pure spite and stubbornness to win this game of whatever you started there. Successfully, he ignored every pathetic attempt of yours to rile him up further, dismissed your calls for him, and never looked at you when you dropped something on purpose, bending down right in front of him to grind your ass against his crotch when no one was looking. Admittedly, after a few days he was certain he had you in the palm of his hands until you crossed the fucking line.

You were nodding along to one of his sidekick's adventurous stories when you sat down on his lap without a warning, merely giving him a faux smile of sympathy before returning your attention to the boy who followed you into Deku's office. It took him a moment to realize, but then he felt your slick seeping through his pants and he just knew — you weren’t wearing any panties. Without any hesitance, he send his sidekick out for some errands and had you facing him, pants hastily pushed down enough to free his cock.

Maybe you won this time, though he can’t complain about his doom.

“Wanna cum in you, sweetheart. Wanna fill you up real nice, please... you’re gonna let me do that, right? Let me pump this tight pussy full with my cum,” he babbles mindlessly, scarred hand wandering over your hips to rest on your stomach and press down.

His words are barely audible, muffled against the juncture of your neck where he leaves open-mouthed kisses and sinks his teeth in your delicate skin, lapping hungrily over the wounded spot with his tongue. “Tell me you want it too, princess.”

At this point, he’s delirious. Bottom lip caught in his teeth as he splits you open with his dick, watches your belly bulge with each hard thrust he gives. Your pleas to move slower fall on deaf ears, too focused on the way he reaches so deep inside you that he doesn’t even register how you cum around him for the second time. How your eyes cross and your jaw slacks in a silent scream of ecstasy, vision whitening, feebly clawing at his arms for some kind of support as your orgasm washes over you in violent waves of heat that let your body tremble in his calloused hands.

Heavy balls slap against the curve of your ass, each thrust seems to grow harsher, deeper than before, and knock the air out of your lungs before you can catch your breath. It’s too much. It’s too much and you try to push him away, but Izuku only wraps a strong arm around your back and pulls you flush against his heaving chest. You’re trapped in his tight grasp.

“Please, ‘s too much... I can’t, ‘Zuku,” you sob against his collarbone, yet you still move your bruised hips to meet his thrusts and bounce on his cock, still so eager to please him and give him what he craved all week.

Izuku only whines your name and keeps pounding into your poor pussy with merciless pace that’ll surely bruise your thighs and ass, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t give a shit about the tears streaming down your flushed cheeks and the helpless cries that tumble from your swollen lips, begging him to go slower.

This isn’t about you anymore.

“You can take it, princess,” he grits out through gnashed teeth. Strong hands wrap around your hips and push you down on his cock as he thrusts upward, chasing his own release with every nudge of his tip against your cervix. Fuck, he can feel how deep he reaches, feels your stomach bulge against his abdomen and it makes him impossibly harder, because you’re so small compared to him, it’s a miracle his cock fits inside you. “Guess you were made for me, b-baby.”

It hurts so good, so fucking good that you’re gushing around his length again, sobbing his name while your eyes roll in the back of your head and your body twitches from the intensity of overwhelming pleasure. “That’s it... I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Izuku’s hips sputter and his cheeks flush a deep crimson. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, cling to his long lashes as he looks at you with need before his head falls forward and he chants your name like it’s a prayer, the only one he knows and truly believes in. You swear you’ve never heard him this desperate before.

“F-fuck, take it — fucking take it like a good cum slut, yeah,” he chokes out and your hands lift shakily to card through his unruly curls. Fuck, he’s on the verge of crying, you can hear it in the crack of his voice, in absolute bliss as he finally fills you up and paints your insides white with thick spurts of cum.

And he swears he found a fucking angel, he’s sure you’re a blessing sent from heaven when he gazes at your fucked out expression, stars in your glassy eyes while he shoots load after load into your cunt and fills you to the brim.

Your orgasm hits you when he slips a hand between your sticky thighs, the other one holding you steadily on his cock while his thumb begins to circle your sensitive clit in slow motions. It’s mind-shattering, hits you with unexpected force, and coaxes a sharp scream out of your throat that grows into incoherent whimpers until your voice gives out.

You’re going stupid in his lap and Izuku only manages to give you a sly grin, feels your juices and his cum seep out of your abused hole and soak his pants.

“It’s okay, I got you. Take your time, you were such a good girl for me today,” he coos and runs a hand through your sweat-dampened hair. Pushes a strand out of your glowing face to see you smile lazily at him before he presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and checks the time. “We still have an hour left until my next meeting.”

There’s no escaping when he lifts you off his cock and bends you over his desk, merely shushing you at the noises of complaint you make. “Don’t be a brat now, sweetheart. You were doing so good and it would be a shame if we wasted our free time like this.”

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