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Ochako enters the office as quietly as possible. A part of her, one which didn’t have a second glass for encouragement still cannot believe she’s actually there. The office is big, just as is the building. It shouldn’t surprise her really since everyone is aware of how much business and fortune Midoriya has.
The man himself sitting behind the table looks up from his work only for a moment.
“Pro-hero Uravity, what a nice surprise,” his voice sounds cheerful almost nice when he says it, but when his eyes return to his work completely ignoring her, Ochako recognizes the insincerity immediately.
“Please,” he says without looking up and motions somewhere at his chair or the dark-colored couch beside her, “have a seat. Did you come to discuss the conditions of your father’s loan? He’s fallen quite behind.”
Anger rushes into her body and blood into her face, “That’s because he shouldn’t have taken a loan from you in the first place.”
The hand that’s writing something in a notebook of all things stops, “Oh?” She would think someone as rich as him would use the newest technology, but alas that stays turned off.
Ochako waits, but the man remains quiet so she shakes her head and takes a step closer to him, “You knew he wouldn’t be able to follow through on the payment. Did you do it on purpose? Why did you even bother him in the first place?”
Midoriya looks up from his desk back at her the accusations not angering him one bit it seems. His moss-green hair is cut short and elegant, and his suit is visibly expensive, “How could I have known such a thing? Your father asked for a specific amount, and I gladly gave him twice that much. If he didn’t use it all carelessly, he would have known to pay me back slowly the half he didn’t need in the first place until he earned the rest.”
Ochako frowns. He talks about it so reasonably, and yet her gut tells her he’s not to be trusted. Her dad planned to do just that. His little construction company got into trouble, and almost when he was thinking about just shutting the place down, Midoriya showed up and offered him the money claiming he heard word the man was struggling, and he didn’t mind helping out a small local business. Ochako didn’t like it, and if her parents told her then she would have warned them. It wasn’t based on real evidence, but a lot of heroes thought the man was up to something no good perhaps even supporting certain villains even if they had no proof. Either way, in the end, her dad couldn’t pay the man back since a month ago his construction building suspiciously burned down, and he needed all the money he had to rebuild it. The whole affair left Ochako anxious and questioning what really happened. She never would have thought she would end up in this man’s office, but here the heroine was after a failed mission to ask for a loan from Dynamight, her boss.
“I want to negotiate with you the payments. My father needs at least a six-month extension.”
The man smiles, “I’m afraid that’s not possible. The terms of our agreement we very clear. Even if I don’t need the money back, it’s still mine.”
Ochako clenches her fists, “He can’t pay you back right now. His construction company burned down last month-”
“I know,” he says still looking calm and in a good mood, “It’s sad really, but your father is now behind almost two months. It cannot be helped.”
“How can you say that?! You just said you don’t need the money. What would it take, to make you just give him more time?” she barks at him losing it a bit. It’s been a long night. Perhaps, it was a mistake to come down here today after just having a shouting match with Bakugou, but she just wants to get it all over with. The last week since her mom sat her down and told her what was happening has been beyond stressful.
The moss-green-haired man watches her for a moment before he smiles, “What would it take , hm? Tell me, Uravity.” He puts his head into his palm and leans the elbow against his desk, “You work under Dynamight’s agency, correct?”
An unpleasant shiver rushes through Ochako’s body. Even if his voice is sweet, and kind even, the heroine cannot help but feel a threat underneath his words. Is he planning to ask her to spy on him? No matter her differences with Bakugou lately, she cannot imagine herself doing that to him. After all, he took her in when she didn’t have any work and saved her from being homeless or worse a burden for her parents.
She doesn’t bother to confirm his words. She knows he wouldn’t ask unless he knew, and she has a feeling this man knows a lot.
His smile is lazy now, “Is he a good boss?”
He waits, so she figures she should answer, “He’s…alright.”
The man looks over her body slowly humming, “I see.”
An odd shiver runs through her body at his gaze. It seems so analytical and detailed like he scans her and can already tell, so much about her. Subconsciously, she shrinks a bit into her vest hoping if she does end up with a bruise, he won’t be able to see it.
A moment passes and the silence becomes uncomfortable. Except for the security guard downstairs who let her in, the building is empty as it should be given the late hour.
“Look,” she licks her lips and tries to get back to the topic, “I’m not saying we won’t pay your money back. I’m only asking you to-”
“Beg,” he cuts her off suddenly.
Her brown eyes blink slowly as she tries to think if she heard him correctly, “What?”
He grins now, “Beg, Uravity.”
Another shiver runs through her body. Somehow the option of spying on Bakugou for this man, doesn’t sound so bad as it did a moment ago.
Ochako doesn’t say anything for a hot minute before she takes a deep breath and does, “Please. Please give us time to pay you back. I’ve already been to the bank. They won’t give me the whole amount, but they can give me enough for two months payments if you wait, we can-”
“Again,” he cuts her off again. Even with a smile across his handsome face, there is something dark behind his eyes that twists her body uncomfortably.
“Beg.”
The heroine swallows feeling more anxious than she ever did fighting villains or even tonight when she came to ask for help from Bakugou.
“Please, Midoriya. Please, give me some time. I promise to pay you back. Please,” she begs pushing against her nervosity and trying to sound as small and hopeless as possible for the act. She really is but given how nervous he makes her feel it’s hard to appear that way, “Please…I’ll…I’ll do anything.”
Her final words are followed with a deafening silence that causes her to flinch realizing what she just said.
Whether her acting is convincing or not Midoriya looks pleased, “I won’t give you time.”
Her heart sinks and immediately her mind rushes through the options she has left which are very limited, “I understand. Thank you for your time.”
She turns to leave immediately. Not wanting this jerk to see her cry or have a mental breakdown in his fancy office.
“-But I will forgive your father’s debt entirely,” he says casually stopping her in her tracks.
Forgive it entirely! Her mind screams at her. She never had anyone forgive her for the money she borrowed, not even her friends, but this man wants to forgive her a fortune like it’s nothing.
Her throat goes dry and slowly she turns back to face him. His smile is still present and so is the ominous glim behind his eyes, “It won’t be free though. Tell me did you ever screw your boss?”
Ochako’s eyes widen in shock.
Did he seriously just ask me that?! She cannot believe he did. She’s used to vulgar behavior from having to work for Bakugou for the last couple of years, but even so, this shakes her to her core.
Heat hits her face and anger settles in her bones as she shakenly says, “No - and I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” Her mind doesn’t allow her to go back to her talk with Bakugou for fear he might somehow hear them.
Midoriya’s smile widens, “Oh? A bit defensive, aren’t we?”
“Is this want you want? To humiliate me and spread rumors about my boss because-”
“Not even close,” he cuts her off again, “Your father still owes me twelve months of payments. I’ll gladly forgive him for each and every one of those months in exchange,” he pauses closing his eyes for a moment looking oddly giddy about it all, “I want you to be my personal fuck toy.”
Time seems to freeze, and Ochako is sure she never had someone say something so dirty and disgusting to her. Not even the villains she fought with.
Her heart ends up somewhere in her throat at just his words. Panic doesn’t kick in just yet, but even so, the heroine takes in her surroundings. She doesn’t know Midoriya’s quirk is, but she’s confident she could take him down if he tries to approach her. However, moments pass, and the man doesn’t so much as stop smiling making it clear he has no intention of attacking him physically.
“Y-you can’t be serious…”
“Why?” He asks like he really doesn’t understand her anger, “If anything, you should feel proud. I could buy cheaper whores from anywhere, but a heroine like you deserves a lot more-”
“Shut up!” she snaps at him feeling beyond humiliated her cheeks burning.
How dare he?!
“How can you just sit there and…and even suggest that,” she says furious her voice breaking at the end.
Midoriya chuckles, “Simply. Your father owes me the money he cannot pay, and you as a dutiful daughter obviously want to help him. You’re very beautiful. I like beautiful things.”
She opens and closes her mouth thrown off by his answer. He sounds so leisurely about it like he didn’t just preposition her to become his mistress or call girl for the next year.
Her head shakes, “You’re insane. No way, I will sell myself like that!” She can’t. She loves her parents and becomes a heroine mostly to help them out so they don’t have to work so hard, but she knows they would never want her to help them like this. They would never forgive themselves if she did. She would never forgive herself.
The man chuckles again this time covering his mouth like he finds her words silly and amusing.
“I’m sorry,” he says when he looks at her and must see her face, “It’s just how can you say that when you already did?”
His words puzzle her, so he explains, “You obviously only took the job in Dynamight’s agency because you were desperate enough. It’s been what? Almost ten years since your graduation? By now you should have had your own agency, no matter how small. Yet, you cling to your small salary and a false sense of gratitude for him and stay his bitch.”
She opens her mouth, but no argument comes out. His words shock her because he knows so much about her and because he hits a spot that has already been wounded tonight.
She looks away, “I don’t have to listen to this…you’re wrong.”
“Truly?” he asks with a kind tone, “Sounds like you’re painfully aware of all this, but don’t like to be confronted by it. It bothers your father too.”
Blinking she looks back at him. He remains smiling at her with those predatory moss-green eyes all the while she wonders if her dad could really think that. Her parents never said anything against her work at Dynamight’s agency, but they did seem to share glances whenever she talked about it lately.
She looks at the ground. She doesn’t have to justify herself in front of Midoriya. Definitely not after he just propositioned her to be his personal prostitute, but she still feels like she should, “I’m not his bitch.”
“No?” asks the man mockingly, and she snaps him a look, “I’m leaving.”
“By all means,” he says casually, “I expect the payment for the last two months in by Monday evening. Plus, the interest your father agreed to.”
Ochako’s throat goes dry. She’s sure she cannot get money like that by Monday evening. Not even if she sold her apartment or asked her friends to help which she wouldn’t. It’s beyond hopeless.
She turns around and walks to the door. Midoriya doesn’t call her bluff or try to spot her. She’s beyond vulnerable in that moment. It’s true her work life suffers under Dynamight now more than ever. It’s true she doesn’t have the kind of money she needs to pay back Midoriya. It’s also true his proposition however disgusting might be her only choice unless she doesn’t want her family to end up completely bankrupt.
At the door, she stops and lowers her head. Is her pride truly worthy of that much? Her body?
She looks down at herself for a moment. She came directly from the agency’s office party. She’s still wearing her pink dress with a simple jacket and sandals. She’s cute. It’s what she heard her whole life. Her body type isn’t completely in synch with society’s standards. Her thighs are thick and so are her cheeks. Her ass isn’t much to look at and even after years of healthy diets, she’s not skinny. She’s just cute.
Growing up poor, she has been prepositions a few times from grows disgusting men before, but never with this much money. Not once did her worth come to 1/3 of what Midoriya was willing to pay for her, for this body , so to speak.
“Change of heart?” he asks behind her, and she closes her eyes.
A heartbeat later she opens her mouth, “I’ll need it in writing.”
“Done,” he says and the phone in her pocket vibrates. An email with a contract prevents her dad and his company from paying the rest of what he owes.
So simple.
Ochako would never be able to make so much money in her life, and this man just managed to erase it with a few clicks.
Slowly she puts her phone back in her jacket and turns to look at him. Right now, she got what she wanted. If she wants to she can leave, screw him over, but even if he’s forcing her to do something unthinkable, she cannot force herself to be so deceitful.
Her eyes meet his for a bit. He looks pleased. He seems to be in a good mood since she showed up. It’s weird to her. He’s weird. He has to be able to do all of this. Is he just bored being rich? Does he have something against Bakugou? He seemed almost angry when he was talking about him.
Her heartbeat is quicker than before and her body starts to get warmer. She knows what will happen now. Surely, he won’t wait a day or something.
She licks her lips. If nothing else, from all those sleazy guys who ever offered the poor woman money for a favor, Midoriya is the youngest and most attractive.
She sighs in defeat, and the smile across his face spreads for a moment even more at his victory.
“Crawl to me,” he whispers into the otherwise quiet office, and Ochako’s brown eyes widen. For a moment, she wonders if she heard him right. But the small smile still plays across his face making it clear she did. If he wasn’t an asshole and sociopath, she might have even found it cute, but right now, all the poor hero can feel is heat and anger.
Her heart speeds up. So, he was serious about his proposal. The question now is if she plans to take it.
Midoriya doesn’t say anything else just remains looking at her and waiting which she finds horribly pressuring in its own way.
She still has a choice. He’s giving her a choice. He won’t force her. He wants her to feel like this is her own decision. Just like with her dad. He didn’t have to force him the money. He offered and her dad foolishly took it dooming them both.
Ochako licks her lips and tosses her handbag next to the door. It’s her choice. She tells herself it's better if it’s her choice. If she has some control over it all. She hopes it's true.
Carefully, she pulls away her bag and sets it on the dark couch next to her.
Her heart speeds up and adrenaline kicks in, and she does her best not to show just how fast her breathing is as she sinks into her knees.
She dares to look over at Midoriya, but he remains seated in his seat watching her seemingly disinterested apart from the slight smile.
He doesn’t repeat himself, so she puts her hands on the soft office carpet and starts to crawl toward his desk.
It isn’t a long journey and as she gets close, he finally straightens his back and leans a bit away so she can go all the way between his legs.
The scene is bizarre, and the heroine cannot shake the feeling of alertness as well as something like anticipation.
She stops barely a foot away from his open wide legs close enough to touch his knees. She never kneeled in front of anyone like this. She never crawled to anyone like this. Her heart rate is unhealthily high, and her throat feels dry again. She wishes she had more to drink at the party to dull all this out more.
She knows what will happen next. How could she not? Yet, the moment the green-haired man leans into his chair and says his next words they still shock her. “Take my cock out, Uravity.”
A shiver rushes down her back and her stomach sinks at what will happen next. She never felt more uncomfortable and nervous. She also never felt more alive and excited. She tries not to think about it too much. She’s been drinking not so long ago and despite his jerk attitude, Midoriya is handsome like the devil.
She swallows hard again and makes the final crawl between the man’s legs.
This close to him she feels his body heat and her own grows warmer.
Her hands shake a bit as they run through his thighs and up to his belt, undoing it along with his zipper as fast as she can.
I just want to get this over with , she tells herself not thinking about why she touched his thighs in the first place.
She doesn’t dare to look at him just focuses on pulling down his pants and expensive underwear.
His cock springs free immediately almost hitting her hand, and Ochako’s mind freezes a bit. Midoriya is a handsome man. A very handsome man. Still, she didn’t expect his cock to be pretty too.
She sucks in a breath at the sight and feels the familiar burn of shame and pleasure as she feels her pussy clench around nothing.
His cock stands long and proud, because of course it is, and she can’t help but swallow again. It’s cruel, unfair really, how well it suits him, with a delicious curve that looks like it could hit each and every pleasure point inside her with apt precision.
“Impressed, lady pro-hero?” asks Midoriya with a small chuckle, and her eyes fly to his face.
She can see the satisfaction and pride behind his moss-green eyes, and cursing her weakness she quickly looks away.
This is bad, she thinks wondering if she can still stop this. Probably, Midoriya is the type of person who wants everything to be someone else’s choice even when he hurts them.
Even if she doesn’t look, she can’t, not when he’s so pleased with himself, the sound of him spitting into his hand is beyond dirty.
His hand moves and because she thinks he’s about to touch her she looks at it only to find it taking hold of his cock. He’s semi-hard already, but after a few slow almost lazy pumps he looks beyond ready for her.
She’s not a virgin of course. She’d seen one before, but never so up close to her face and personal as now, the ruddy tip of the head bobbing directly in front of her slowly growing hotter by the minute while he strokes at the shaft, droplets of precum breaking off to plop unceremoniously against her nose.
“Odd, I would think that Dynamight’s little whore seen one in real life before,” he teases her suddenly, tapping the head of his cock against her cheek in a mocking gesture, rubbing the weeping tip against her soft skin and laughing a bit when her face crinkles in both surprise and disgust.
Once again, she wonders what’s Midoriya’s beef with Bakugou, but she doesn’t have time to question it anymore.
“Open wide,” he directs her, but she’s scared to. Now that she has an up-close view of the sheer size of him, it’s hard to imagine she can fit even half of it in her mouth or down her throat. She fixates on the vein that throbs on the underside of his shaft, the length of it appearing longer than that of her own tongue.
She never gave anyone head before. Her short-lived relationships often ended before the doors to her bedroom, and even if they didn’t her sex life was rather dull.
Suddenly, her thoughts and hesitation are interrupted by the man slapping his cock across her cheek startling her.
She flinches and feels a drop of pre-cum slide down her skin toward her neck.
“ Ochako, ” he says her name, and she forgets about the slap, “I won’t ask a third time. Open,” he commands with a cold voice, much colder than any of those he used so far.
She looks at his cock and debates once again if she shouldn’t just leave, but finally, she obeys.
Her soft pink tongue barely makes it out before Midoriya is shoving the entirety of his reddened cockhead inside her awaiting mouth.
It’s massive, and she nearly chokes at the unexpected girth of it.
Only a single helpless whine escapes the back of her mouth at the violent intrusion.
He lets out a sharp gasp the second his sensitive skin hits her tongue, and it’s that brief moment of overwhelmingness that allows her to adjust to its size.
She tries to coach herself through it, breathe through her nose, and swap her tongue along the underside of his glans.
“There you go,” he croons at her, “Acting all shy. I almost believed you didn’t let his pretty mouth blow Dynamight every chance you got.”
Her eyebrows narrow at his filthy words. The last thing she wants to think about right now is her Bakugou. The whole ordeal is already insanely difficult.
For a moment, she doesn’t really do much just brushes her tongue over him and tries to breathe not used to such a thing.
When she feels a hand run over the top of her head, her eyes look up, and she’s almost surprised to find Midoriya looking so gently at her, “You’re doing good. Deep breaths, pet.”
The nickname should insult her, and somewhere deep down it does, but she also can’t help but feel some warmth from the praise. One, which she knows she will desperately want to feel again, needs to feel it again since it’s better than feeling like a cheap whore or worse.
Taking a deep breath, she hollows her cheeks and sucks at the tip.
She can hear the groan that tears out of his throat, and feel his abs clench, thrusting more and more of himself into her small mouth until she gags.
Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much! Too much!, she panics immediately.
“You can’t do shit like that and not expect me to get excited,” he chides, threading the fingers of one hand through her brown hair to keep her still when she whines and attempt to pull away.
Midoriya uses his other to grip her chin, thumbs digging into her hollowed cheek as he shuffles forwards, crowding her between his legs which makes her squirm with the discomfort.
“It’s alright,” he tries to calm her down with a soft voice, “You’re doing so well. Just a little bit. Relax your throat,” he instructs almost like he thinks this could be pleasurable for her too.
Her jaw quickly grows sore where his thumbs are digging in, and her throat is burning with the repeated abuse of her gag reflex as his hips start to thrust.
“Just a little bit more, Uravity. You can do it,” he pants still stroking her head all the while he’s hurting her like this.
“Just like that. Such a good little pet,” he praises her causing her body to shiver although that might just be his abuse of her throat.
“Struggling like this,” he continues to pant and stroke her, “You’re going to make me think Dynamight has a small dick, you know?” he asks and chuckles at his own joke breathlessly. In another universe, she might have fallen in love with that sound. In this one, she hates herself for liking it even if just a tiny bit.
His groans and pants are obscene, and she can tell he’s enjoying himself growing impatient.
"Such a good little cocksleeve. A shame, you belong to a fucker like that,” he says breathlessly before he spits on the base of his cock where her poor, little mouth can’t reach.
Ochako flinches never experiencing someone do something so dirty in front of her.
Midoriya easily manhandles her arms until he’s got both her hands wrapped around his shaft.
He pumps them up and down to the rhythm he wants obviously no stranger to how to please himself before letting her take over.
She does so perfectly in the moments when she recovers enough to remember that they’re there.
Her eyes move to his face, and she can tell he’s looking at her small hands struggling to remain fully wrapped around his girth.
When they move to hers, he smiles with a secret glim behind his moss eyes that she doesn’t understand. She knows it won’t be anything good though.
After a bit, she notices how he groans every time she’s able to take him deeper, utterly shameless.
Some dark twisted people-pleasing part of her allows the heroine to feel encouraged by this. And so, she swallows when she doesn’t feel like she has the room and does her best to remain calm when the salty taste of his precum slides down her throat without her say in it.
The peaceful silence of Midoriya’s office has long since been replaced by the grotesque sounds of wet shucking and gagging, along with Midoriya’s low, animalistic grunts and moans. It’s filthy. All that noise is incredibly filthy. Much more so than any obscenity she ever heard coming out of Bakugou’s or any villain’s mouth.
It makes her almost worry at first, but slowly she grows used to it. He increases the volume telling her just how good she’s doing, and how well she’s pleasing him.
“Oh, dearest pet-” he sighs but isn’t able to finish his sentence, and she finds it almost disappointing and upset that her body seems to react to the almost sweet nickname.
His thrusts have sped up, spit now lewdly dribbling down her chin, and his muscles are starting to tense.
She thinks he might be about to cum before he’s pushing her off him roughly by her forehead.
His breathing is ragged, and she feels his hand that had been patting her all this time, fist around her brown hair now.
Her eyes look at his face and she can see he’s forcing himself to come down from his close call.
She’s absurdly disappointed and relief all at the same time. Unsure what would she do if he decided to cum inside her mouth. The thoughts sober her confusion. She would hate it if he did. She would never wash the shame and humiliation out.
In the meantime, while Midoriya calms down, Ochako is able to take her first, full breath in who knows how long with a wet gasp.
It doesn’t last.
He only gives himself a brief moment to admire the spit that falls from her chin to her chest before pulling her back in, this time pressing her wet lips against the soft skin of his balls.
Ochako doesn’t even try to protest. She easily sucks them in and runs her tongue along the split between them while his cock, still painfully erect, rests against her cheek. She tries not to think about it being there though as her stomach feels funny when she does.
She spares him another glance, but he isn’t looking at her anymore, eyes directed to her ceiling and breathing heavily.
He… he wants this to last , she can’t help but think at this sight of him. For a moment, she feels strangely in control. She’s the one on her knees in his office late at night like some cheap prostitute doing this for his money, and yet at the way he looks, she almost feels like he’s the one who’s submitting to her.
“Fuck – such a sweet little whore you are,” he moans loudly.
She still wishes she could stop, but for a tiny bit, it’s almost warm and fuzzy to know she makes him, someone , anyone, feel this good.
Another breathless chuckle leaves his lips, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Ochako?”
Of course, the feeling doesn’t last, she’s still dizzy, from the lack of oxygen and ashamed from the robbery of respect and utter humiliation she’s exposing herself to.
After a moment, he pulls her back on by her hair, hurting her a bit.
He stuffs her hot mouth with his cock in one go, and though it still makes her sputter and gag she’s at least prepared for it this time, licking and sucking with newfound found strength she tries to get him to moan and groan louder than before, for longer than before.
She hopes it will make him come sooner and end this before she starts feeling worse about herself. About not hating it completely.
“That’s it, pet. Oh … you love this, don’t you?”
Midoriya seems to quickly catch on to her growing comfort level and continues to push her, thrusting himself a little deeper every time she adjusts, keeping her suspended to a point where she’s certain she’s about to break only to pull her back just before she shatters like glass.
“You’re so pretty like this taking my cock into that sweet mouth so well,” he whispers almost lovingly, and she has to force herself not to feel affected by his words, “Such a good little pet.”
It is torturous, a marathon of pain and discomfort that makes tears slide down her cheeks to leave rivers of smeared makeup in their wake, but it feels good too, in a way she doesn’t know how to describe, in a way that confuses her, and she rather won’t think about it.
She just decides to close her eyes and let the feeling run its course hoping to give him a quick release.
With her eyes closed things feel more intense, and as much as she doesn’t want, her body starts to forget where she is and why she’s not alright to feel aroused by this.
She doesn’t realize what she’s doing until her hands come up on their own accord, wrapping around his powerful thighs like a hug as he continues his harrowing rhythm of pulling her in to suck him off until he almost can’t take it anymore, and then pushing her back down to suckle at his balls while he catches his breath. A marathon of his own that leaves his fingers trembling dripping in sweat that messes her hair and slides down her throat onto her chest, “What a waste on someone like Dynamight. Seriously.”
They continue for a bit until finally, he speaks, “That’s good, Uravity. Yeah, just like that-sweetheart… oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-”
He doesn’t tell her when he’s decided to let himself cum, but he doesn’t have to.
Ochako can tell by the way his thrusts have sped up rapidly in her mouth, the copious amount of spit and precum that wraps around her lips bubbling and frothing from the friction.
His trust shortened too. He makes it so that the underside of his glans is constantly gliding back and forth against her tongue and her soft bottom lip, the engorged crown of his cock slipping past her throat with every wet swallow.
She runs her tongue side to side beneath his tip, just to add to the sensations because she wants him to cum, she needs him to cum. Even if she cannot focus on all the reasons why.
His grip on her hair tightens until it's painful, his back straightening and bowing as his abs clench in rapid succession, “Yes, like that beautiful. Just like that!”
Just as he’s about to come newfound panic kicks in, and she tries to stop him by taping his thighs and squirming away.
Their eyes meet and Midoriya chuckles breathlessly, “What’s the matter?” he pants, “Don’t like me to cum in your pretty mouth, pet? Well then, where would you like me to?”
The hand slips from her throat down to her chest purposely firm against her breast yet without squeezing it, “Here? I bet you would be a wonderful sight waking home all covered in my cum. Or maybe going to Dynamight’s little apartment afterward?”
The fist in her hair grips her tight. He’s hurting her, “Or maybe in your hair? That would also be lovely. Or perhaps your face? So, when Kachaan kisses you, he can taste my cum himself?”
She shivers at his words once again catching onto the hidden hater he has for her boss.
Still, his words have the right effect on her. No matter what, she doesn’t want anyone to catch her with cum anywhere on her, and she can’t imagine someone as petty as Midoriya allowing her to wash up afterward.
Closing her eyes once more, she pushes her mouth further on his cock clearly sending him the message where she wants him to come.
The fist in her hair eases its hold and pats her again, “Good girl.”
Although she knows it’s coming, she is still surprised when his throbbing cock releases his cum right into her mouth.
The sensation is strange, and the taste is much stronger and saltier than the one she got from his pre-cum.
Ochako wants to swallow as quickly as possible but before she manages, Midoriya snatches her cheeks squeezing them with his fingers.
The sudden move forces her off her cock and to part her lips allowing him to see inside her mouth.
Before she knows it, without any warning his mouth opens and he spits right into hers, right onto her tongue.
The move paralyzes the woman all over again.
No way! No way! He did something so filthy, her mind tries to tell her but the additional weight and wet taste on her tongue tell her the truth. Never in her life was someone so disrespectful and dirty to her when they were being intimate.
Some spit and cum drip down, and she panics worried she will mess up her clothes. She tilts her head back now looking up at him.
His eyes are inside her mouth, and he must be looking at the cum still on her tongue while she waits for him to tell her what to do next.
He looks pleased with himself, more than that. He looks happy , and she does her best to push whatever warm feeling tries to come up her chest back down again.
His eyes meet hers and with a gleeful smile he orders her, “Swallow, Ochako.”
Finally, she just does that relieved she could just get it over with.
His hand doesn’t release her cheeks though so she knees and waits to see what he will want next, “Your face is ruined, pet.”
She has no doubt that tears and spits ruined a lot of makeup.
Midoriya looks like he’s thinking about something going from satisfied and gleeful to serious before he looks into her eyes again and leans lower closer to her face.
For a moment, she thinks he will kiss her, but he stops a few inches from her nose, “You felt good, but you weren’t very experienced. Tell me, and don’t bother lying. Was this the first time you ever did this?”
She weakly nods as much as his grip on his face allows her without hesitation.
His lips form another smile, and he lets go of her, “But you’re not a virgin, right?”
Her face grows hot again, but since she doesn’t know what good it would do her to lie, she shakes her head, “No, I’m not.”
“Good. Now, sit on my desk facing me.”
She doesn’t move for a moment, paralyzed by his words, but he pays her no mind and stands up to fix himself and lose his jacket.
Once she finally rose to her feet, she shivered at the idea of what he might be planning next, “You can’t do that without a condom.” Her knees feel weak and sore. The carpet was a fancy expensive one, but it still hurt to kneel on it for that long.
His smile turns into a smirk, “Don’t worry, I’m not fucking your pussy just yet. At least not with my cock.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part as she realizes what he must mean by that. She didn’t have many boyfriends and only one of them went down on her or tried to do it with his fingers. The idea that Midoriya is planning just doesn’t sit right with her, no matter how conflicted her body feels.
“Y-you don’t have to…do that . We can just finish this…I don’t…need it,” she tries to say her face growing hotter with each word.
Before she has time to process what’s happening his hands are on the back of her thighs and in the next moment, he’s on his desk.
His hands move to either side of her body, and he leans so close that she can taste his sweat and aftershave on her tongue as he speaks, “I don’t have to do shit , pet. I want to taste your little pussy. I want to feel it swallow my fingers between its hot walls.”
He leans forward toward her ear and whispers, “And I really want to hear you come louder than Dynamight ever made you, understood?”
He’s so close.
She gasps at such words, and when she leans away, she can’t help but try to say, “I’m not- ah!”
She never manages to finish because almost immediately his hand grips her pussy through her panties.
He grins, “This wet from sucking me off. What a pretty little slut you are, Uravity.”
Embarrassment and shame fill her body again.
“I’m not- I’m not-,” she lies pointlessly since she can feel just how soaked her underwear is too. She could sense the moment he told her to crawl to him, her mind just did everything it could to push the thoughts away because of how disgusting it would make her feel. It does.
He hums pulling her dress up to her stomach, “Don’t bother.”
Her underwear is white and very visibly wet with a large patch right in the center of it.
She lays back down and closes her eyes. Just because she feels humiliated and like a slut, she doesn’t have to watch him ridicule her even more.
“You’re going to get really hot in a bit. Lose the jacket so you won’t pass out,” he tells her just as she feels him taking off her panties. He’s not wrong. She’s already brutally warm, and it’s not hard to guess it will get worse very soon.
Sitting a bit up she starts to lose her jacket as Midoriya examines her knee for a bit, “Hm, should have put a blanket to avoid the marks.”
She shivers for some reason at the depth of his voice and somewhat regret over her knees.
His eyes shift toward her body with a smile shamelessly admiring her exposed neck and chest, her bare shoulders moving over her arms. However, a moment later the smile slips away, and he lets go of her legs to take her arm.
The confusion is short-lived as almost immediately the brunette can see his gaze fixed on the bruising handprint forming on her skin. It’s not as bad as she feared, but it still leaves her holding her waiting for what he will say.
His gaze is pierced to the bruise for such a long time, she cannot help but defend it, “A villain got too close.”
When the moss-green eyes move to hers she knows immediately , that he knows the truth, and it’s the first time since she showed up that the polite almost kind face is gone replaced with sharp iciness, “Did get close anywhere else?”
Even if he did, Ochako knows she would never admit it fearing that cold anger as if it was directed at her, “No.”
His thumb strokes the mark almost softly before he puts her hand back against the desk and smiles, “Don’t worry pet. I’ll make you forget all about it in a bit.”
He pulls up his sleeves and for a second, she catches a glimpse of something like an old burn mark, but it’s just a moment before it’s gone under the white shirt’s fabric.
Without his jacket with his shirt sleeves up and with his west all buttoned up, he looks incredibly erotic, she cannot help but feel her body grow warmer at the sight. If she doesn’t think about this being blackmail, she can almost fall into the fantasy that this is just some hot secret affair. The thought makes her even more aroused than she was before.
His palms take hold of her thighs and spread her legs apart wide enough for him to get between them. He’s not a hero or a villain at least not the kind that fights in the street, and yet, Ochako feels strength in his hold.
Whatever, softness she might have felt for him for his gesture earlier is quickly forgotten though as his fingers waste no time moving forward and spreading her folds apart.
She cringes mentally and gasps out loud while he smiles, “What a beautiful pussy. You should pull your dress high unless you want your slick to leave it dirty.”
Her cheeks are on fire, but she quickly shifts pulling the back of her dress almost to her shoulder blades just for that comment alone.
Midoriya chuckles and runs his finger oddly tenderly against her slit, “You’re so cute. Even this pussy. Soft and pink like cotton candy.”
Her eyes involuntarily slide to his underwear, and she can see his cock is still very visible and hardening inside them.
He leans back and pulls his chair toward him sitting on it for his own comfort, “I wonder. How many times did you let Dynamight touch you here.”
With him sitting in his chair while she’s spread out like this, she cannot help but feel like she’s examined by a doctor.
She swallows and closes, “No one ever touched me… there. ” It’s a lie, but the one failed attempt of her boyfriend five years ago hardly feels like it should count.
She hears him hum and wonders if he believes her. So far, he was horribly good at telling apart her lies and truths.
His hands come to rest atop her hips. Their warm and strong and for a weak moment, she compares them to the brutally hot and painfully strong hand that gripped her arm tonight.
Her eyes open and he talks taking her back to the present moment instead, “Relax for me, pet. It’ll feel good. I promise.”
He leans to the level of her parted legs and nudges himself closer to her dripping sex.
Embarrassment hits her again as she watches and hears him inhale her pussy deeply, shamelessly, and groans at her scent like she’s about to be the sweetest delicacy he’s ever had the pleasure of sampling.
“I’m going to make such a mess out of you, you won’t even want to go back to him,” he says like a promise, and she doesn’t bother telling him she’s not really planning to go back to Dynamight no matter what Midoriya does.
He licks a stripe across her tender flesh, and immediately she can feel all of her nerves come alight the second his wet tongue makes contact with her pulsing clit.
“Oh god!” she gasps arching her back off the mahogany desk. The feelings are so unfamiliar yet intense that she isn’t able to explain them.
His grip on her thick thighs tightens to keep her still as he sucks and laps at her delicate bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. His mouth is hot, but it’s a different kind to her own, and she cannot help but moan in pleasure at the contrast.
So good! She thinks pathetically and shamelessly.
She throws your head back against the wood at the pressure, eyes screwed shut. It hurts but she cannot focus on anything but the sensation of his Midoriya’s tongue.
She should be ashamed and disgusted, but those feelings cannot push past the pleasure.
Her fingers start to dig into the wood, but it’s too hard, and after a bit, she hears and feels him chuckle against her pussy.
He snatches one of her hands and brings it to his hair, “Here, dearest. Here is where you grip when I fuck your pussy with my mouth.”
The relocation is useful as in the next moment he nibbles at her clit shocking her system completely. Her grip on his hair tightens, and her legs move boxing him inside her.
Her legs move before she can stop them and very soon, she feels her heels slide up and down his back. She should have taken her sandals off.
She melts against his desk. There’s no other word for the heroine to describe it. She utterly melts against it at his ministries.
He hums at her compliance, her self-indulgence in the act obviously satisfied with her. It sends sweet vibrations up through her clit, and Ochako moans. The sound is filthy maybe even more so than those he let out not so long ago, but the woman cannot find it in herself to care or stop them from spilling out of her mouth.
“Mi-Midoriya- Ah! ” she moans with her back raising and falling against the wood.
He leans a bit away brushing his chin that’s glittering with her wetness, “Izuku.”
She blinks at him.
“You’ll scream Izuku when I make you come. Understood?”
The heroine nods before she can even think about it hypnotized by the sight of his face wet from her pussy and eager for more.
He smiles at her greedily and returns to her pussy hungrily. It doesn’t take long for her copious amount of slick to allow him to easily push two fingers inside her, stretching her with their thickness. The fullness they provide from inside her only adds to the pressure of his slithering tongue. They probe her exploratorily, lazily thrusting in and out when he’s able to conjure the mental wherewithal to remember that they’re there.
She back raises and falls, “Oh god! IZUKU!” It feels so good. So painfully brutally good like this. How horribly unfair this is the first time she feels like this. His name comes naturally from her tongue, and if her mind was clear, she would have more sense to be afraid of it.
His free hand goes to her stomach, and she groans like an animal at how wonderful it feels when he pins it to the table.
The hand that isn’t in his hair shoots out and grasps onto his on her stomach if only to hold it and maybe ground herself through all these new overwhelming sensations.
A near-pornographic moan escapes her lips when his tongue rolls over a particularly sensitive spot on her clit, the suction of his mouth sending wave after wave of rippling pleasure through her every limb and settling low in her abdomen.
“Izuku!” she cries silently at the sensations. She cannot remember the last time she felt like this.
Ochako feels like she’s dissolving, shoulder blades sinking through his wooden desk as sweat pools and dribbles down her skin and into her rolled dress beneath her.
“Izuku, please! Please!” she cries, “I’m-” she interrupts her own wailing with a swallow when her words get caught in her aching throat.
So good, she thinks before her mind melts at the delicious sensation.
“I’m close…”
He makes an affirming hum that sounds more like a purr, and his fingers come alive with renewed purpose, thrusting in and out of her with wet squelching against her skin.
He hits that sweet spot that only he seems to know how to find over and over, working in tandem with his now rapidly flicking tongue as Ochako is effectively reduced to a quivering, gasping mess right there in his office on his mahogany desk.
The orgasm is long since overdue, and yet she’s startled by its brutality almost like she got hit by lightning.
Her body must be glowing but her eyes close right before the wave crashes into her and her mouth screams loud enough for anyone , who might still be in the building to hear it.
“I-I-Izuku,” she cries a bit with tears falling from the corner of her eyes. She never had an orgasm that intense before.
The man in question is relentless though.
Even as she cum, and her plush thighs slap against his head. He makes no effort to move them, simply running his hands over the twitching muscles, playing and pinching with the fat as he groans in unison with her desperate whining. Pleasure rockets through Ochako’s body like electricity, blinding at first yet slowly ebbing away into a warm fizzle.
He's brutal and insatiable, and she cannot stand it any longer.
“Stop,” she begs, her weary voice sounding pathetic to even her own ears, but he’s deaf to it, refusing to retreat even as the last remnants of her delicious orgasm fade, giving way to painful overstimulation.
“I-Izuku,” she repeats, more firmly this time, but again he ignores you, using the hold he now has on her sweet thighs as leverage to keep her pinned against his tongue.
Too much! Her body and mind scream. She never comes more than twice in a row and never this intensely. She just cannot take it anymore.
She makes an attempt to shove him off by pushing on his forehead, but he’s unmoving, whatever strength she had to begin with is now fully diminished from the fatigue of her orgasm.
“Izuku, please…I can’t…I can’t,’ she whispers panicked when he isn’t stopping, but licking and nibbling and pushing fingers into her sweet stop even more brutally like a savage.
He chuckles at her begging paying all the more attention to her abused clit.
It isn’t long before she can feel herself building back up again and ready for another intense way.
“F-Fuck you!” she hisses, never this vulgar, no matter the years she spend in Bakugou’s presence.
Izuku snorts, a hot puff of air fanning out across her delicate skin, only to choke himself with a low groan when her hands claw through his scalp to grasp at his hair and pull him impossibly closer to her throbbing sex.
She gyrates her hips as best she can against his sinful tongue, the pointed tip of it now skidding back and forth over her clit as it begins to follow the now breakneck speed of his thrusting fingers. Wet, sloppy noises echo throughout his office, punctuated occasionally by whining sobs that manage to escape past her trembling lips.
“No, please-please, it’s too much!” she moans or whines, but just like before the man can tell through her lies and pushes forward. Soon enough, she feels her muscles start to contract, and her legs twitch and jerk against his back messing his shirt and vest some more.
Her second climax is even more brutal than the first one. She surrenders to it completely, giving herself over to the bliss when she feels her muscles start to contract.
Her legs are twitching and jerking against his back as her orgasm starts to sneak up on her, the coil laying deep within her cervix compressing itself tighter and tighter as pressure starts to build from within the most intimate parts of her entire being.
“Izuku…I’m coming,” she whimpers, a bitter twinge lacing itself through a tone of otherwise complete and utter veneration.
The way she’s griping his hair must be painful, but he doesn’t protest one bit.
Her mind feels corrupted, compromised really, so she almost misses his free hand that moves through her stomach and chest ignoring both until it wraps around her throat and squeezes.
Time freezes again. Her brain feels like it’s made of clouds as she screams, or at least she thinks she screams.
She can feel that her mouth is open, but she doesn’t hear any sound other than the pounding heartbeat that floods her ears with rushing blood.
Her whole body feels like it's splintering when she cum again, every nerve igniting as Izuku works her through it just as hard and twice as fast.
She wriggles helplessly against him almost violently now, hips lifting off the desk, her muscles jerking and twitching in his hold, but he remains steadfast, locked against her pussy, fully intent on prying the release he craves from her whether she wants it, can handle it or not.
And then just as she’s certain she simply cannot handle anymore without breaking to pieces, it’s happening. Her body starts to surrender to him as savagely as it possibly can as she squirts.
This time she does scream even against the hold he has on her throat even against the soreness of her throat. She screams.
Somewhere in the distance as she comes down from her personal heaven she hears him groan and sigh, “Fuck, Ochako, that was beautiful.”
His voice is hoarse, and she finds the sound almost angelic.
Her eyes are heavy and shut close now. She cannot remember when she closed them though. Nothing matters and nothing exists just to absolute bliss that vibrates through her body.
When she feels him lick her throbbing clit again, she uses whatever bits of sanity and strength she has left and tries to move away from him, “N-no.”
Her eyes open even if just halfway, and she watches him lean away, and brush his mouth. He’s a mess. His clothing is glittering with her cum everywhere she can see.
His pupils are so dilated they’re nearly eclipsing his irises, and there’s a dangerous glint in them that’s green but might as well be burning hot.
“Ochako, we’re doing that again.”
Fear settles into her heart. Fear and thrill and she cannot decide which is worse.
“I can’t,” she whispers desperately. Her eyes stinging with fresh tears and her body still struggling to recover from the intensity of her newfound high. She cannot imagine going again. Ever . Let alone now .
“You can,” Izuku insists and runs his tongue over his lips tasting her even when he isn’t touching her anymore.
Ochako shakes her head, “No, I can’t. It’s too much…I can’t… Izuku -please!” she begs growing desperate at the idea that he will do this to her again.
Izuku stands up from his chair and moves over her body towering over her now, “You will, pet. You will.”
For a single minute, she thinks he’s about to kiss her lips, but in the end, he leans away leaving a single tear to rush from her eye.
His hands feel damp when they start to curl around her ankles. Panic and adrenaline kick in at least a bit, and before she knows it Ochako jumps away from him nearly kicking him. She didn’t mean to harm him. She was just trying to escape him at least for a moment, “No, please…just a moment. I think…I think I need a moment.”
She cannot tell if she’s too exhausted from her orgasms or if he’s just so much stronger than she would have thought, but with ease, she wouldn’t expect from him, he manhandles her until she finds herself laying flat on her stomach.
The wooden desk feels wet too probably from sweat and cum.
“Please, don’t,” says Ochako weakly fussing for a bit before she feels a painful slap against her ass cheek.
“Aah!” she screams mostly startled than hurt because despite the pain her body is too wired to see it as anything else than pleasure.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, pet,” he says behind her and slaps her skin again making her cry out. The fact that even something so violent as getting slapped leaves her aroused and causes her to close her eyes in shame.
Please end it quickly, she prays unsure of what will be left of her sanity and morals after Izuku is finally done with her when this is what he has done to her so far.
The wood is harsh against her cheek and sweaty skin sticks against it. And for a moment, she wonders if she cannot suggest the carpet or the couch before they continue.
Before she can though, she feels him raise her ass into the air and pull her closer.
“No, please,” she whispers again although she knows it’s pointless. He won’t allow her more time. Not a single minute.
She can feel him pulling his clothes off and bites back a moan when she feels his dick slide between her ass cheeks resting there for a moment. Recalling how big it was, she cannot imagine it’ll fit well, but her mind is too damn gone to care.
Just as she thinks he might enter; she hears the familiar sound of her phone going on muffled in her jacket that lays on the ground now.
A moment passes before she feels Izuku’s cock leave her skin when he goes over to reach it.
“No – wait!” she says trying to turn around but a heavy hand on her back pushes her back down, “Well, well, looks like something really important must be going on if he’s trying to reach you right now, hm?”
“Wait, please, give me my phone,” she says finding her voice and trying to turn around, but he won’t let her. Instead in this very moment when she is absolutely unprepared for it, he slowly shoves his full length into her pussy making her cry out softly before she can even realize what happened.
Forced over a desk with her ass sticking out she’s in a perfect position for him, and evidently, he doesn’t want it to go to waste.
The stretch is beyond bullying her pussy since his cock feels almost a size too big for her. Yet, Ochako feverishly enjoys every second of it. Once his fully seated inside her, Izuku stills giving her a moment to adjust to his girth. It’s wonderful and horrible at the same time.
The sound of the ringtone had stopped, and she almost forgot all about it. Her mind made it a white noise of some sort. That is until she hears the unmistakable sound of her boss, Bakugou, come out of the speaker.
“Oi, you still up?”
Her eyes widen, and she starts to trash again as she watches Izuku put her phone next to her head.
Her hand immediately reaches for him, but the man behind her is faster as he snatches her wrists and puts them behind her back with one hand while settling the other on her hip.
“Look,” she hears Bakugou’s voice from her phone, “Fuck…tonight was bullshit, alright? I should have said those things, but neither should have you.”
The fear that enters her whole body is impossible to describe but quickly stained by pleasure when Izuku pulls out and slams back into her making her bit back a moan just in time.
“I…I didn’t mean to hurt you, alright? But don’t fucking expect me to just stand there and listen. If you really need a raise we can talk about it on Monday or whatever.”
Ochako bit her lips as hard as she can trying desperately to stop any noise from coming out all the while Izuku moves his cock inside and out of her. Even so, the room isn’t silent. Very clearly the desperate heroine can now hear the sounds of Izuku’s skin slapping against her own and his groans and pants not to mention the indecent sloppy sounds of his cock going in and out of her wet pussy.
Her eyes shut tight, and a little whimper makes it past her closed lips as Izuku’s cock finds her sweet spot. Her pussy clenches down around him, and she hears him grunt at the sensation loud enough to be heard, but it seems Bakugou doesn’t.
Ochako tunes out most of what Bakugou is saying after that too focused on her breath and sounds and the wonderful pleasure the man behind her brings her once again. She only catches every other word, and then finally, “I hope you don’t fucking plan to actually quit. There’s no way you will get into a better agency than mine or have enough cash to start your own-”
Just then Izuku moves his hand from her waist but only to snatch the back of her leg, bending it, and lifts it on the desk. The new angle opens her almost obscenely and when he thrusts into her again, a hot wave of pleasure blinds her completely and makes her come regardless of who might hear. Like this, he can enter her completely and she feels every searing inch of his invasive cock entering her. The plush ridge of his glades rubs against every spot that she knows and doesn’t exist until his tip is pressed up nicely and snugly against her cervix.
“I-IZUKU!” she cries as another alarming and quick orgasm takes her. Her body twitches and her saliva drops from her opened mouth into the wood.
“A-are…are you fucking someone right now?! What the fuck?! You turn me down to get fuck someone else?!” she hears Bakugou yell in the background.
She doesn’t bother denying it or herself and surrenders to her pleasure moaning and panting as loud as her body demands it. Completely shameless about what anyone might think. Free of it all at least for that instance.
When she cries out again, she closes her eyes ignoring the phone and the person on the other line completely.
“Sorry, Ochako is busy right now,” says Izuku panting and sounding just as cheerful as he did when she first showed up, her eyes open halfway to see the phone is gone and so is Izuku’s hold on her wrists, “You should have been more careful, Kachaan. It’s not good when you treat those closest to you like shit.”
All throughout his words, he doesn’t stop his pace, but he does slow it down a bit somehow making it lewder as the motion makes a horribly loud squelching sound of his dick going in and out of her wet pussy, “Ochako will not be coming in on Monday, and please do not worry about her career. I have a feeling she’ll be just fine.”
Somewhere distantly she hears a confused, “D-deku?” come from her phone, but she doesn’t care about anything other than how got it feels every time Izuku’s cock hits her spot and how tightly her walls clench around him.
Her face is still turned to the left, and she watches with no regrets as he tosses her phone into a glass of water that’s only half-full now given how much has spilled from them fucking against his desk.
“Let’s forget about him, shall well, pet?” he asks and pushes her leg higher at the same time he speeds up his pace.
Closing her eyes Ochako focuses on moaning and submitting to the pleasure the man behind her brings her with each thrust once again coming apart around his cock, “Izuku…”
She’s crying again. It’s all too overwhelming to bear. Never before has she felt like this, and it affects every nerve and cell in her body. She feels like she might die or come to life. Either way, she cannot deny herself or him this.
“I know, beautiful…,” he assures her almost sweetly and takes a moment to stroke her hair again, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you more. Would you like to cum again? Nice and hard?”
“Yeees,” she whines desperately almost screaming again.
He laughs and the sound is magical to her ears, “Such a good little pet… with the best fucking pussy ever.”
She’s pounded so hard into the desk she fears he might actually break through her.
“Next time-next time, you’re gonna wear your hero uniform for me, yeah? That would be fun,” he says and she moans not even lasting just feeling good.
She cannot tell when was the last time if ever when she felt this good. Her body is tightening again, and pussy starts to clench.
He chuckles, “You know…I was really gonna pull out,” he rasps between thrusts, “I don’t…I don’t ever come inside…but now– fuck, now… I think I’m gonna fill you up, Ochako…I think… think I’m gonna cum inside– a lot. What do you think?“
She whines, “Izuku…don’t.”
He groans, “Pity.”
His hand lets go of her hair and moves between her legs pinching her clit cruelly making her cry out.
“Where would you like it then…? Your mouth again? Did you… like the taste?”
She moans as he continues to play with her clit all the while abusing all her spots making it impossible to think about anything other than how good it all feels.
He leans over her body, and she moans at the additional weight wanting him on her like this longer. It feels too good.
“You sure you won’t let me cum… inside? I’ll… paint you nice and hot inside,” he whispers into her ear before licking it.
Her resilience crumbles the more he talks, “Can’t…not safe.”
He chuckles, “Oh? No need to worry …about that…I’ll buy you anything you need… to make it safe.”
He’s pounding harder, and he’s close. She can tell this from the way that his breaths are getting quicker and how he's nearly panting, not holding back the small moans that he wants to let out, brought on by how well she was taking him in.
Ochako shakes her head her whole body close to coming again. She’s far too gone to think clearly, and if she’s being honest, she wants him to cum inside her too. If all this madness is supposed to be worth nothing she wants it to feel like everything.
“I want you~,” she sobs pathetic and weak, “C-Cum inside me, Izuku….,” she splutters out.
He pinches her clit hard and pushes into her sweet spot making her lose herself over the edge one last time crying out as the wonderful extasy takes her for the final time that night.
Without any hesitation, Izuku listens to her request cementing his hips to her ass in time with his orgasm. He’s right against her cervix, spilling so much cum inside of her that it’s obscene.
She can feel him warming her from the inside out, as his cock jumps and twitches with pleasure.
“Ochako- fuck !” He groans out as he grinds out every drop of cum inside him.
Almost immediately Izuku leans over her caging her with his body, “Such a good pet.”
Her eyes closed. Exhaustion and so much pleasure have completely overwhelmed her senses. She’s not asleep, but she’s hardly conscious ignorant of anything else happening around her.
She doesn’t open her eyes until she feels something cold and fresh slide between her folds and legs.
“Relax, I’m just cleaning you up a bit,” she hears Izuku say and adjusts to the dim light of his office.
She’s on the couch now with her dress rose to her chest so he can wipe her with a wet towel.
Her cheeks are hot, and she tries to sit up some more only to hiss when she feels how sore her body is. She usually felt like this after a few hours of rescue, not sex.
Her eyes move over him, and she watches as he patiently cleans her up. His clothing is wrinkled and although he must have washed his face, she can still see his hair is less than proper now and so is the bewildered look inside his eyes. She likes him like this. A bit ruined too.
The moment is beyond peaceful, and she almost forgets how she even ended up in that office in the first place until a knock on the door brings her back.
Startled, she tries to push her dress down, but Izuku simply hands her to towel, “Finish up.”
He walks to the door and opens it in a way that keeps her hidden from view. He thanks the person behind it and comes back into view with a large and a small box.
He sets the large one on the couch and closes the door before walking toward her, “Here, I already had my people put my phone into it. Unless you’re rescuing someone, you’re not allowed to ignore my calls, understood?” he asks with a smile, and she once again has to come to terms with what this all is. Blackmail. Almost prostitution.
She nods and takes the box finishing wiping her legs clean of sweat and his cum.
Once she’s done she looks up at him and finds him looking at with a serious look on his face.
He reaches out and grabs her chin between his fingers, “Did you ever let Bakugou fuck you?”
“No,” she says honestly, “I asked him for a raise today, but he wouldn’t listen and made a move on me.”
Izuku smiles upon hearing that and leans toward her pressing a soft kiss against her lips leaving a spark of hunger behind. She wants more. She notices he didn’t kiss her once while they were on his desk, so she knows it’s special for him.
“I brought you a dress too. It should be your size,’ he says surprising her when he lets go. She would think someone like Izuku would want to show off that he managed to screw a heroine like her just like he did when he picked Bakugou’s call, but maybe she was wrong.
“I’ll be taking you to your place to pack and come to mine.”
She shivers partly content that he’s not done with her, “Why the dress then? I can change at home.”
His moss-green eyes hold a dangerous glimpse inside them, “I don’t mind you being admired or even envied, but I refuse to have you ogled by anyone. You’re lucky I’m allowing you to continue to work.” His tone is light, yet his words sink into her stomach. She doesn’t find it all that hard to believe that he’s possessive if she looks back at what he made her do.
She swallows, “So what? I’m your live-in prostitute now?”
“Better. You’re my queen,” he says and grins making her shiver with worry and excitement just like the first time, “I thought you could be a pawn, but after I got a taste I need you closer than that,” he says like it explains everything, “Once you get your bank details in your phone, you’ll find I sent you quite a lot of money.”
She blinks glancing at the phone and then back at him, “Why?”
“To start your own agency of course. You’re not going back to Dynamight or some other loser. You’re going to build one of the best agencies in Japan, and I’m gonna help you in any way I can. Money isn’t an issue, and I have enough favors to go around to get others to support you.”
Ochako’s heart speeds up.
“D-do you mean it?” she whispers shocked by his words.
Her own agency? It’s her dream of course. Every hero wishes to have one, but she never thought…she would have the opportunity to get there. After graduation, she struggled before Bakugou took her in which is why she never complained about anything or stood up feeling grateful. Even if she wasn’t happy there for the last few years, she didn’t know how to change it. Once her dad got into this mess with Izuku, she thought she never would get out of it.
She feels tears inside her eyes, but she quickly pushes them back. “I…I don’t know what to say…why would you do that for me?”
She cannot imagine he would do something like this because she was a good fuck.
He watches her for a moment before he reaches for her arm. She allows him to take it and watches as he runs his fingers over the bruise Bakugou left on her tonight when she asked for a raise, and they got into a fight. Izuku heard most of what happened when Bakugou called. So he must have gathered when she threatened to quit and shot Bakugou’s advances down, he didn’t take it too lightly. Still, she couldn't help but feel the moss-green-haired man knew it was Dynamight’s quirk even before the phone call.
He stops touching her and moves to his sleeve slowly revealing an angry burn mark similar to her own only more violent and older.
Her eyes widen. She didn’t notice before, but Izuku made a point of not undressing fully throughout their whole encounter.
When her gaze lifts to meet his, he’s grinning at her almost cheerfully, “Because of revenge, dearest pet. To bury Dynamight once and for all. And you’re going to help me.”