Alina

mdni

౨ৎ cw: office sex, riding, glasses kink, exhibitionism idk etc.

“W-We really shouldn’t—ah—not here—!”

Izuku’s voice breaks halfway through the sentence as your hips slam down again, the lewd slap of skin-on-skin echoing in his little U.A. faculty office. He’s already flushed down to his chest, freckles bright against his skin, his shirt completely unbuttoned, tie loosened, and hair sticking up more than usual — and those sleek black glasses he wears while working?

Completely fogged up.

You rock against him slow, grinding your hips down and dragging your wet folds along every thick inch of him. And he’s just sitting there—poor thing—helpless, hands gripping your thighs so tight they tremble.

"S-someone might—might come in,” he stammers, back pressed to the chair, legs spread as you ride him. “W-We could get caught—‘m supposed to be p-professional, I—ahhh—!”

His breath catches in his throat as you clench around him, and you watch his head tip back, jaw going slack.

“Then stop me, 'zuku," you purr, leaning in close, your lips brushing his ear. “Tell me to stop.”

You know he won’t.

You feel him twitch inside you as your hips roll again, dragging out that choked whimper he tries so hard to swallow. His hands slide up, gripping your waist now, helplessly rocking into your rhythm even as he shakes his head.

"I-I c-can’t—” he gasps. “I-It feels too good—your pussy—f-feels so warm, I—”

His glasses slip a little, fogging even worse, and his voice shudders out in a pathetic little moan as you start bouncing on him properly. Loud, wet, and obscene.

The chair creaks beneath you both. His thighs jerk. The way he looks at you from under those fogged-up lenses, glasses slipping, cheeks flushed, mouth open like he wants to beg you for more.

"Ngh—fuck—” Izuku whines, bucking up into you now, trying to match your rhythm, “Y-You’re gonna make me come, I—I c-can’t hold it, it’s too much—!”

You grab his cheeks and make him look at you. “Then be a good boy and come for me.”

That’s it all it took.

He cries out, voice cracking, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he jerks inside you, filing you to the brim, cock twitching, moaning your name like a prayer. You ride him through it, making sure every drop spills into you while he gasps and trembles and holds onto you like you’re the only thing tethering him to earth.

He’s panting. Glasses completely askew. Shirt clinging to his chest, his hair sticking to his forehead.

And the only thing he can manage is a breathless:

“…W-We’re gonna get in so much trouble…”

ya! i. midoriya x f! reader college au :)

texts between you and the sweet guy who offered to help tutor you ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18+ implied sex, same conc. as the shinso version

✎ we love nerds around here!

song: supernatural

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