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You didn’t think anything would come from it. Innocently.
The morning of, you’re scrolling the sub, looking through bruise trackers, and upvoting funny comments from the Sprouts.
Yes, like broccoli.
umm does that not look like his initial? 😭
shut UP LOL i didn't even notice. he is soooo~
Bro, it doessss. 😭😭😭 he’s so fucking weird (please be weird with me next Deku 💔)
he’s so good at that 🙂↕️ have you seen the one with the heart?
nooooo??? show it to me rachel, pleaseeee
You snort, tapping the embedded link to a post you’ve seen time and time before. The boy in the video seemed to still shake from endorphins, panting laughs every second he showed more and more of the marks Deku left on him. Mottled in bruises that meshed and bloomed, there was indeed a heart sucked on his lower back. Every time you see it, you can’t stop smiling at his squeal. He tracks its progress, and later, after it heals, gets it tattooed.
You 1000% understand. You would too.
Later, you’re browsing the SFW sub for Uravity when you’re hit with a barrage of messages, then the single ping of your email.
What in the world?
Instinct has you ignore the messages, so you pull up the tab holding your email, and–oh, what the fuck?
The form you filled out two weeks ago greets you, along with a business email and details for confirmation.
It was real. . . Holy–
It was a joke. Really. You saw it on the sub and filled it out, buzzed on wine and a full stomach, and forgot about it for weeks. The questionnaire was something you filled out imagining the things you’ve seen him do to others and other things the same people have insinuated.
They’re commonplace, you see others do it for the giggles and fun, but holy hell? It’s real?
Can’t be. You think this through the whole vetting process, getting sent confirmation emails and the stupid “Are you a robot?” questionnaire.
With little to no preservation, you allow the key to be sent to your mailbox, and when you retrieve it, you go to the location listed on the key’s tag. It’s a joke. A good one.
But now here you are.
Freshly showered, fuzzy-feeling, feet tucked under you as you wait for the main man to arrive. You run your hand over the bedspread, smoothing out wrinkles and sniffing the clean scent that wafts from it. Your fingers itch to get your phone again, to scroll Deku’s NSFW sub, to reread your contract, to do anything. You eye it behind the camera, on a table that's been pushed to a corner, face down, on DnD.
You want it.
Untucking your feet, your toes barely brush the floor before the door creaks open.
It’s. . . not him.
“Hellooo,” the woman sings, striding confidently to the camera and fiddling with it until it comes to life. “Just finishing up some things then I’ll be outta your way.”
She’s the one you were talking to through most of this; the writer of the emails, who greeted you when you arrived at the penthouse. The one who regularly coordinates these things when Deku doesn’t have the time to cherry-pick but still needs to let off steam. Dystopian to have your sex life managed, but what the fuck do you know.
And her name is. . . God, you’d die in a horror movie.
You smile blithely at her, neck tingling as you think of what her role in full means. You’d seen posts about her before, the woman that keeps the operations running, how she’s there even when actual sex workers do their own setup and filming.
Does she. . . edit them too? Even the SW’s? Will she be in the condo?
In the room?!
The bed sinks in beside you, and before you have a chance to startle, the back of a warm hand brushes your knee.
“Hi.”
You blink a second, filling your chest with more air than needed before letting some out. Flicking your eyes up, you allow your eyes to meet green ones. “Hi,” you let out, corners of your mouth tilting up as your lashes flutter. You can’t blink yet, you need to take him in, close, personally. Not on your little screen, no filters or moody lighting, no nothing.
He’s beautiful. No surprise there, huh?
There’s a click behind you, and a wash of light covers Deku’s face, but it doesn’t change his beauty. You keep looking, tracking the freckles that meld into splotches and his lashes and his scars and his chipped incisor peeking over his lip (you’d read the article on it already, and it’s not nearly as dramatic of a change as everyone says. It’s charming.)
“You’re very pretty,” you see, up close how his cheeks bunch as he says it. It’s quiet like he doesn’t want the microphone to hear him. “I, uh, scrolled your Insta when the choice was made. . .” O-kay? That. . . that shouldn’t make you flustered. It should be creepy. . .
You think you’d do a backflip if you could.
“Well, you too,” you whisper back with the same intensity, searching his eyes as he does yours. “You’re–prettier in person.”
“Awh,” he runs his hand over his face to the back of his neck, “and you’re sweet. I’m not gonna survive.”
You grin, “Stoppp. I don’t want your death on my hands. It’d be a bad look. Horrible first meeting, horrible to talk about on first dates,” you laugh, covering your mouth when he erupts in sniggers and flops backward. He taps your knee as he laughs, holding his robe over his lap securely.
Deku takes a deep breath, shifting up onto his elbows, puffing out air evenly. “And you’re funny. You’re a dream.” He is your dream. He tilts his head, looking at you like he can read your mind. “Anything I should know about? Sensitive stuff?” He asks, a smile curling on his lips.
You shrug again, shaking your head before asking the same. Your paperwork was filled out properly, and you know Deku’s because you scroll his sub too often. You should get on like a wildfire. It’s easy.
You didn't even notice when the woman finally left, but a look over shows a red light on the camera pointed at you both.
“We don’t have to–” he points his thumb where your eyes drift to. “I can cut it off, no problem, keep this between us. . .” You look back at him, his brows raised as he kicks his feet restlessly.
“No, no, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
“Cool, cool. . .” he smiles, laying his hand over his abdomen, covering the sash that keeps his robe closed and you tuck your chin before lifting it to meet his eyes. “Cool. . . you were. . . supposed to go to that convention today?” Deku tilts his head, shifting more to you, still propped on his elbow. “Amy said she caught you right before you left to go.”
Amy. “Yeah,” you breathe, “I was just finished getting ready when. . .” you wave your hands, looking around the room, “this happened.”
“Oh–”
“No, it’s cool! I swear, this is wayyy cooler. I’m 100% okay with the turn of events,” you rush out, smiling at him, waving your hands around.
“Okay,” he chuckles, “still, I’ll get you some signed merch of who you had tickets to, to make up for it.”
God, he doesn’t know how adorably awkward that is. Doesn’t know who he is, it seems, and how coo-coo you are about this entire thing. You just agree to it, and tell him about the other things you did there from the day before. It’s sweet, he tells you the most random facts and goes in depth a few times before he slaps his own forehead to knock himself out of his Dek-larifying. It’s so fucking cute, gets giggles out of you every time.
“You have such a cute laugh,” he says after another self-interrupted yap session. You meet his green eyes, see how blown his pupils are and your breath catches a second.
Oh, right.
He’s into that. Laughing and giggling. It turns him on.
You know several people who’ve worried about their laughter if they ever got the chance to meet Deku, know the users of twice as many who have trained their laughs in case. But you’ve never once seen him balk or make a face at someone’s ‘weird’ laugh. . . it’s sweet. He just wants it. . .
“You too,” you grin in a whisper. The air, once feeling just fine, feels cool on your skin. You’ve begun to warm up just after remembering what you were here doing. What you both were waiting for.
“D’ya wanna. . . come closer?” Deku asks, righting himself to sit up. His knee bends and he faces you fully. The warm lamplight washes over him and you feel pulled in like a moth to a flame.
“Mhm,” you hum, shifting closer until your folded knees touch his shin. You let your fingers brush the hem of his robe, breaking the pattern of fuzzy fabric that smoothed in one direction. His fingers find yours, and you let them tangle, biting your lip as you whisper about their size, watching his chest fill with air that he pushes out quickly. Deku lifts your hand, asking you to flatten it as he presses his hand to yours.
“‘S bigger than mine,” you murmur, puffing out a laugh when he repositions your hands to the correct places. Wrist to wrist. “Not gonna change much, Deku, you’re just–bigger. . .”
He snorts, letting his fingers lace between yours, “guess not.” His thumb traces the back of your palm, “‘M just. . . bigger.” You see how he swallows around the word, and you tug on his hand to gain his attention.
Green eyes meet yours. “Can I kiss you?” You’re already leaning forward, but when Deku nods his assent, you rock fully onto your knees, meeting his plush lips with yours.
He tastes like mint-spearmint-and it’s so weird since your first thought is how he’ll ruin the flavor for you. You move your lips over his, humming when he licks between your lips, tasting your lip balm. His nose presses into yours, and he rubs them together, eyes closed as he smiles.
“Sweet. . . you taste sweet,” it’s the lip smackers flavor that can’t be ripped from your hands from pretty much childhood to now.
You hope the flavor is ruined for him too.
The tips of your noses brush over each other’s seconds more before he pulls back to kiss it. Your eyes cross, and he hums a laugh seeing it, hand untangling with yours. “Can I touch you?”
“Please.” You breathe, gasping quietly when his fingers walk up the outsides of your legs until they poke at your hips. You jerk away a little, huffing, and he smiles and tilts his head.
“Ticklish?” He’s into that. He is soo into that, it may as well be his brand.
“Maybe,” you simper. Deku’s palms center on your hips, pulling you close until you straddle his thigh. Your fingers inch your robe open, pulling until you can spread your knees and sit. It’s solid beneath you, warm, you lean forward and he takes your weight, hands rubbing to your lower back then down to cover your ass. He squeezes lightly, pulling your hips closer.
“You’re so, so pretty, aren’t you?” He asks, nosing under your jaw, kissing your pulse, and sucking at it gently. Your hands rub over his robe, fingers digging into his shoulders as he sucks marks into your skin. “People tell you that a lot?”
“Mhm, but it doesn't matter. I like it best when you say it.” You say, a kittenish smile on your mouth. Deku runs his tongue between his teeth, cheeks flushing as he nods.
He licks his lips again, eyes holding yours, “so sweet, too. Oh, look,” he traces his eyes on your neck, leaning forward to suck again, “you take them so well.”
Your ears ring, and you settle further into him, doing much of nothing. Hands linked behind his neck, you breathe shallowly, nonsensically following patterns behind your eyelids.
“Really?”
“Yeaaah, ‘M gonna give you more. So many. . .” Deku snarls quietly, digging his teeth in, and you hiss, fingers snagging the hair at his nape. He makes another deep sound, pulling away. “You okay with this?”
“Whaddya mean?” You ask, a touch breathless. He grips you a bit harder until you squeak and press further into him. He huffs at your high-pitched sound, forcing his hips up and sighing when he grinds into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He keeps doing it, lashes fluttering over his cheeks.
“This. Me–” his fingers tickle up your back, and you giggle, digging your fingers into his traps, “–me tickling you,” he grins, doing it again, “me making you laugh until your sides hurt,” his fingers work until you shudder and lean both away and into him until it tips you over him. You both thud into the bed, and he takes it. He’s good for it, built like a shithouse and all. It makes him laugh, his chest filling with air and bouncing your form over him.
Elbows sinking into the mattress, you lean up over him, settling your body against his as he smothers kisses into your decolletage. “Me kissing you, me marking you up until you’re littered with color,” he nips at your cleavage, and you moan sharply, jerking back before leaning in. His sharp teeth make your skin sting. “Till your skin tells me where I have and haven’t been.”
You know this, almost intimately already. From the people who show progress pictures of the marks Deku left leaving their bodies by the day. He wants to leave something behind, something more tangible than a memory.
Moaning above him, you end up grinding yourself into his hip, keeping your knee in place for him to do the same. “Yeah, I’m oh-kay with it, Deku. So okay.”
His nose is pressed into the fat of your chest, tongue roving when he breathes it out. “You’ll do the same? You wanna?”
You pull up, eyes lidded as you meet his darkened ones. “Do I wanna kiss you?”
“Yeah, and–”
“And bite you? Scratch you? Mark you up?”
“Fuck yeah, yeah. D’ya?” His dark brows pinch like he’s actually worried you don’t know what you’re in for. Puh-lease, you’re his diehard fan.
“Yeah, I do. Wanna fuck you, too.”
“Good, good, fuck, that’s so fucking good.”
You laugh over him, rolling to your side, bringing him too. There, you nose under his jaw, dipping your hand under the gaping mouth of his robe to scratch over his shoulder. Deku trembles and gasps, straining into you before he chuckles and gathers you closer. Your mouth works a large bruise on his collarbone, and you sink your teeth in around it for good measure, your other hand’s nails biting into his back to force him closer into your mouth, into your teeth.
He grunts, and you feel his hands dip before he rolls over you, shoving his face into the other unmarked side of your neck, and you eagerly take the other.
Deku sucks small marks into your skin, littering you with them as he promised, smothers that can’t be easily covered for the sheer number of them. You choose the opposite, mouth wide as you gather skin and suck until he cries out and pushes his hips into you for relief. You lift and wiggle when he slides his palms between you and the bed, flattening your front to his as he scoops his hands under your hips and into his lap.
Deku digs his hips into you and your toes point behind you both. He’s panting, smiling at you as his robe gapes open. Your eyes catch on his uncovered skin, all boasting more scars and freckles that you want to bite and lave your tongue over. His pecs jump when he grinds into you, using his full body, nipples dusty colored and stiff. His tummy is softer from his little break, and you want to dig your teeth into it until they leave an indent for weeks to come.
“I–I,” he shakes his head, curls bouncing as your throat dries from your sharp breaths. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, there’s so much I wanna do to you. I know just how I wanna ruin you, how I’m gonna bend you and fill you and ruin you. . . But just lookin’ at you I’m gonna–” he throws his head back and you keen softly, wanting to bite at the lines of his neck. You take the bone and reach up to press your fingers into the love bites you’ve made. He yowls, drawing back before forcing himself forward, and your fingers deeper. “Gonna blow like a kid, fuck,” he tilts his chin down, snorting. His hands are tight around the backs of your thighs now, and you feel flooded with heat again and again. It comes in pulses, and your ears zing.
Your hands brace against his chest, and as he leans down to you, he asks for a kiss. You give it. He asks for another, and you give it, giggling into it.
“Cute. . .” He squeezes your thighs– tight –sure to leave bruises tomorrow. You try to wiggle yourself deeper into his grasp. “You like my hands?” You nod, mutely, flexing your thighs and relaxing them to make him hold tighter. “Heh, well, I like you under them. . . I wanna use my hands on more of you. . .”
“Where?” You ask breathlessly.
“Everywhere.”
“Show me?”
He doesn’t ask for you to move, no, he moves you, spinning you before settling you against his front. He fits his hands under your robe, hooking his thumbs in your panties before helping you pull them off. He sets them beside his hip, hooking your legs outside of his thighs. Deku’s lips ghost behind your ear, and you shiver.
“There we go, want you right there so I can show you how,” he repeats, his chest rumbling behind your back. “Nice and ready for me, hm?” You nod, hands wrapped around his wrists. You rest his hands on your thighs, pulling them closer and blowing a breath when they tickle your inner thighs. “Lemme feel.”
Your face tingles, and you tuck your hands under his knees, humming giggles when it earns you cooed praise. His fingers walk little trails up, and you push your hips out to get him there sooner. You feel when they hover over your skin, ghosting your inner thighs before–
“Oh, you’re so wet. . .” he says like it’s a surprise, “is it from us kissing?” A pleasant one.
You laugh sheepishly, “No–well, yes, but, I was too excited and–” You look over your shoulder at him, meeting his eyes that lock you into place. “I had to get it out. . .” you finish, biting your lips. Deku’s breathing changes.
“That’s so,” he squeezes his eyes shut, humming out a few crazed chuckles and shaking his head before opening them again. “Me–me too. In the shower, I, ha, I, yeah.” His face floods with color, and you laugh, kissing his jaw until he catches his breath. You jerk when he brushes a finger up your cunt, dipping between your cheeks and pulling until he taps at your clit, rubbing it.
“Really?” You laugh, breathlessly, squeaking when he dances fingers across your thigh.
“Yeah. . . That's funny to you?” He says, tilting his head as your lids lower.
“A little,” you pant, wiggling your hips around for more. He gives, pressing two fingers together and swirling the little bud until you feel yourself leak more slick. “G-good to know.”
“That we both wanted this a lot?” You nod, catching a breath before you shudder.
“Aha, fuck, that feels good.”
“Oh, oh, I know. I can feel it. . . You made your clit so puffy. You were rubbin’ a lot to cum earlier, huh?” You titter quietly, sighing when his fingers press along your lips. “My turn to play?” He whispers and you think your neck cracks with how hard you nod. “‘Kay, do you wanna show me how you—“
“No! No I just—want you to, to try,” you hide your face. “Wanna feel how you do it.”
Deku grunts behind you, and you shiver. “So cute, it's a pretty cunt, I just know it, let Deku touch. . .” You do, there’s quite honestly nothing you want more than for him to touch you. Make you a ruined mess.
Endorphins already cloud your head, you get the extended comedown you’ve seen from other Sprouts, know it will rock your world and become a thing you chase wildly.
His long fingers poke at your cunt softly, ghosting touches up and down like he’s learning it, seeing it, from touch alone. He pulls you apart, hushing you when he presses your lips back closed and opens them again. His smile grows with each sticky sound, and his hands shake a bit from it. Lightly, he pets your frills, collecting your slick so he can pet them softly, letting his finger run easily over your sensitive bits. Tapping over your bud, he pinches it between his thumb and finger, gasping giggles when your head falls back and you tremble.
“I wanna see it so bad, I know your pussy’s so cute, I can feel it, all swollen and chubby from you being impatient,” you can feel his grin, “you think I can make it puffier?”
God, there’s no way you’re coherent enough to make anything sound sexy right now.
“Want you to try,” you whisper, breathy and quiet. “Wanna see how my body reacts for you.” Or maybe there is?
Deku smiles, “Me too–gah! You’re so cute, I wanna–” he slaps your clit with his fingertips, gasping with you when you jump and snaring you tighter in his embrace, “I just wanna make you squirm.” He giggles, teeth nipping your lobe as you circle your hips into his palm. It’s just enough to have your fingers curling behind his knees, enough for you to feel your chest fill with need. “Can't get away from me.”
“Don’t–wanna,” you stutter out.
He taps you again, and again, catching your every jump. “God, you sound wet. . .” Deku’s fingers lower, and he smacks again, a sticky sound echoing through the room. There’s more coverage, his palm hits your clit, fingers tapping over your hole. You want to scream from the stinging warm feeling that leaves you hotter and hotter.
Deku forces his hips into you, and it’s like a switch goes off and he realizes he can’t take much more.
Not that he stops teasing you.
After another spank, he rubs your pussy, cupping it and kissing your jaw. “Does it hurt? No, good,” he dips the tip of his middle finger in, sucking in a breath before pushing it to his second knuckle. “Oh, that–you’re. . .” Your nose tingles. “What did you use?”
You bite your lips, raising your hand up to his chin. Carefully, you angle him to behind the camera, pointing his nose to a slender toy that sat on the table. They were out for you to use in the bathroom, and since you felt insane at the time, dizzy from being too horny, you used it. You needed it.
“Oh, baby,” he groans, dipping his ring finger in and working them in and out of you. “Did it feel good?”
“Yeah,” you whine, circling your hips, “made me cum.”
“Oh, I know it did. Know you looked so pretty cummin’, too,” he fits his index finger in, stretching you lightly, and swipes his thumb over your clit. “You came once? Twice?”
“T-twice.”
“Greedy girl,” he brushes his hand up your side, still over your robe. “Once–from what? Rubbin’ your pussy? Or from the showerhead.”
“Rubbin’, Deku, just rubbin’,” you moan, eyes falling shut as he works his thumb back and forth. “I was too scared I’d be loud with–ah!”
“You’re so cute, bein’ loud is never a problem.” He sinks his fingers in deeper, hand on your side tickling your lightly, “and then you got out, still felt it. It didn’t go away, you just made it worse, hmm?”
“Yeah, I–I could barely think, had to. It felt so good too, I—had it flipped and the balls kept hitting my clit. I was shakin’. . .” he was quiet. . . too far. “‘M sor–”
Deku’s fingers swipe over your side deeper, startling sharp, stuttered breaths from your chest, and around his fingers, you feel yourself clench. “Don’t apologize for that. Don’t need you to, I. . . I like it that way. . . were you thinkin’ of me?”
“Yeah."
You don’t have a second to think before he makes you cum, tickling your side and giggling over your shocked squeals. His arm becomes a band over your chest, legs also keeping you open until you fall limp in his embrace. “You were just takin’ care of yourself, but I’m here now.” He smiles into your neck. “And I want you to sit on my face.”
“M’kay,” you agree, shaking from your orgasm. He doesn’t direct you, just pulls you around to kiss along your mouth. You taste yourself on him and the thought of him sucking his fingers of your wetness makes you press your thighs together.
God, you can’t believe this is happening.
“Look at me,” he pulls back, wet fingers tapping your cheek. He does it once, twice–thrice has you widening your eyes and blinking at him owlishly. “Pretty baby, stay with me. Give me a big smile!” He grins with you when your brain catches up and your cheeks bunch. He pulls you to him, kissing your teeth before he leans back, ready to pull you over his face, but you stop him.
“I wanna suck you off,” you wet your lips, biting them. Deku hums, tilting his head.
“I don’t. . .” He sees your expression, and can’t halt your hands when you reach for his robe and pull the sash. “Okay, okay,” he bodily turns you, urging your leg to go over his shoulder before he pulls you down again. Over his mouth.
“Deku!” You don’t even have half the mind to do anything, turning into a puddle over him. Your pussy leaks into his mouth, your lower back tingling with electricity. Pillowing your cheek on his solid thigh, you breathe through it, ticking your hips for what you need only occasionally. He covers all bases easily. Tongue at your clit, then muscling its way around your hole, you think your head’s going to burst.
Eventually, he lifts your hips, arching your ass into the air from the shadow you see along the side wall, and swallows. “You’re so fucking cute everywhere, baby, look at your pussy,” your toes point at his chuckle, the vibrations going straight to your core. “So soft and swollen under my tongue, look at that little gape. . .” He hums like you’re a delicacy he’s only now had the chance to sample, and it makes your head go fuzzy. “Taste so good. . . How am I supposed to get enough of you?” He slaps your ass, laughing when you yelp and jerk away. Deku’s quick in centering his hands over your hips before tugging you back. “Don’t run, ‘M not done. Lemme taste more of you.”
His lips move over your pussy like he’s kissing you, mushing his face into it, and it makes you weak and gush. You hear when he feels it, tastes it, all from the way he keens and presses his face deeper. Your thighs tighten when he crosses his hands on your lower back and holds you still, putting the flat of his tongue against you in circles. Your feet kick, and you pant in the air heavily, feeling your every breath meet his solid chest. It ends up leaving you wailing until he lets go, then giggling tiredly when he pants for breath under you.
Your head dips, and you moan again when he presses his tongue in you, swirling it around. It’s a lot, too much, and has your hands shaking as you lean up and pull the front of his briefs down. Cries leave your lips, you pause to breathe and bounce your hips over his face, feeling his curls on your inner thighs, the way his locked hands dig into your back. You think you might scream.
His dick finally springs from his underwear, and it taps your cheek, leaving a cooling swipe of pre. Huffing, you take it in your hand, rubbing your fingers up one side while kissing the other, between the gaps where your fingers don’t meet. Deku is heavy in your palm, throbbing and flushed.
You moan along with him, his tongue plugging your hole, your thumb dipping into his slit that spits precum everywhere. You take to jerking him off, sucking big bruises on his thighs, biting when he dips his full finger into you. You wish you could hear his voice, know what he says when you trail your lips up and suck stinging kisses on his cock, but the intense vibrations on your cunt are testimony enough.
Again you bite, teeth sinking deep and leaving indents. Deku pulls away, babbling about it, asking you to do it again. “Do it, do it, baby, sink those pretty teeth into me,” he works three fingers in and out of you now, palm keeping you flat as if you had the energy to run.
“Mark me up, make ‘em big so I see them. Make ‘em deep,” he chuckles breathlessly, “gonna see them and think of you, dig my fingers in t’remember. Keep ‘em as long as possible, c’mon, c’mon. Make it hurt.” He opens his legs wider, shifting you down and you do as he begs. His mouth is muffled in your cunt again, wet sounds filling the air as he jerks and leans into pain.
You know he’d make a church woman faint with his vivid, feverish descriptions. It’s what you like about him.
By the time he’s stretched you on four fingers, you’re drooling, having cum again, and sensitive enough to cum from the thought of anything touching your clit alone. Deku leaves it alone, good and bad for you. Good since you’re at least a little sane, bad because your brains have already melted from your ears. But oh. . .
He mutters about your pretty cunt, how fat it’s gotten from his attention, blowing little kisses on it to make you lose brain cells. He sucks the same kisses on your clit, puckering and making sweet little sounds that make your back arch. It’s the end of the rope for you. You cum, shaking, nearly squirting on his face. Thick fingers leave you, smoothing over your sides before he pinches at them, leaving you to actually squirt a bit, giggling at the insanity of it all.
“Look at that, baby, you’re so cute!” You pant, his cock resting on your cheek as your eyelids flutter away. Your stomach hurts, there’s a constant zing between your legs that won’t leave and your hearing feels muffled. “Pussy squirting–for me! I could eat you up.”
Deku says it like it’s a revelation like you haven’t seen clips of him making men with cock's squirt.
He kisses you again, laughing when you yelp and tug yourself away. “Don’t be like that, she’s so pretty like this,” his tongue prods at your sore cunt, fingers doing the same at your sides. “C’mon, lemme hear that giggle,” you let it out, exasperated, body feeling like it weighs tons. “There it is.”
Soon, he flips you. You’re a touch devastated, you didn’t make him cum, but he’s shoving his face into your neck, giggling about the things he wants to do to you.
Between your thighs, you feel as he sheds his robe and briefs, nod when his fingers touch your sash before he undoes it too.
“Ahaa!” he draws out, giggling, “you’re so damn pretty, oh my gosh–” he touches you, reverently, fingers brushing over your nipples lightly before he pinches them. You yelp, leaning into it before you moan. “. . . I want so much from you, sweet girl, you’re gonna hate me.” He leers, eyes inky black and consuming every inch of you.
You shake your head. Not possible. No way.
“No, ‘M not, Deku.” You whisper back, stroking his hair from his forehead, “Have me how you want, say what you want. I’m here for you ‘cause I want it too.”
Deku’s eyes dart between yours, and he slowly smiles. “You mean that. . .”
It’s hard to consider people lying to him about this. You’ve seen so many people seem to be so into it after all. . . Seen the smiles, heard the laughs, watched them take the impacts. . . maybe it’s. . .
Who knows. Your brain is too fried to think too long about it.
“I do.” Your brain is working off of every happy endorphin you can imagine. If this is how Deku feels doing this, you completely understand needing a schedule for it, and designated people too.
He smiles, pressing his face into your neck and rocking along your body. “You’re perfect. A perfect, perfect girl,” you gasp, feeling your lips open as he guides his cock along the seam of your cunt. You’re so sensitive. You take it, digging your heels into his thighs and scratching up his back. He shudders, grinning, “perfect girl,” he repeats. “Wanna keep you forever.”
“You can,” you whisper, too vulnerable, too loopy. You hope he does.
“I can,” he nods, hips working you closer and closer to peaking.
Legs closing around him, you affirm. “You can, you can,” you nod, leaning up into him, hanging from him as he grinds you closer to another bursting mess. You sob when his hands reach under your hips again, forcing your bodies closer. Messy sounds filter between you, sticky, wet. Your stomach clenches, a touch painful, enough to sting your eyes, but not enough to make you warn the man above you. Groans ring from your throat, your feet kicking as you feel a rush of wetness leave you. You’re still repeating it, you can, you can, you can, tears leaving your eyes and wetting your temples.
“Love this, love your cute pussy squirting,” he hums sweetly, hissed giggles bursting from him when your nails catch a long scar of his. “I can have this,” he whispers, “forever.”
“For-ever,” you stutter, bleary eyes struggling to focus. You’ll feed into whatever it is he craves. It’s for him as it is for you. “Forever, mhm.”
When he rolls you over, you go willingly, hands on his chest as he looks up at you, reverently. Deku still comments on your puffy pussy, biting his lip when you drag it along his length, to the tip, and rub your clit on it. He giggles when you twitch from the feeling, hand covering your lower belly before he asks for one more.
What, are you supposed to decline?
“–Condom?” It’s a good idea, sounds like one though you barely recognize the words. You bite your lip when he extends Blackwhip to get one, barely swallowing down your overly horny question about it.
Deku tears it behind his chipped tooth, fingers shaking when he pulls it from the pack. He drops it on his chest, and your trembling fingers pinch to get it for him. Fingers greasy, you lean back, pulling his dick forward, and rub the condom over the tip. He shoves his hand into his hair, gasping as his other hand pinches his nipple. You stare, rolling the rubber down before you center your hand on his other pec.
“There you go, sink down on me. You take it so well, oh, oh fuck, you’re so wet, so fucking hot, mmm,” you bounce yourself down on him, gasping over the sticky wet sounds and the sting of developing bruises on your body. “Oh, look, look at how well you take it, fuuuck .”
You gasp for air, hands shifting up his chest when abandons himself and scoops under your thighs, bouncing you on him. Of course, he can still do that, and your eyes close from the show of strength and stamina.
“Sweet girl, oh my goodness, baby,” you see his face, see the curls plastered on his forehead. “Baby, baby, baby.”
Your head is ringing. You sigh, cooing dumbly to him as he lifts and drops you over his dick. Baby, baby. . .
He carves into you, hotly, solidly. “You’re, you keep, twitchin’.” He makes a few comments, then asks what orgasm they started and didn’t stop. Didn’t go away with time.
“Dunno, Deku, I don–I don’t know,” you cry softly, pressing down against his strength, circling your hips no matter how loud your cunt sounds when you do. He’s pressing on all the soft spots in you, you say it, and he repeats it, eyes fluttering open because he can feel them all too.
Wants to know just how much of him you feel touching under the skin of your tummy and chortles when you say that he’s in your head at this point. He pokes at you for it.
You both go a little dumb when you slap his cheek for it.
No idea why you did, you just did. It makes sense in your cloudy head. . .
“Again,” he whispers, keeping you flush to his hips.
“Again?”
“Baby,” he whines, “please.”
You slap him. He thrusts into you, knocking the breath from you. You drop the half-inch, going for another when he whispers. His voice is wrecked, raspy from all his talking and laughing, it’s so good.
Good is the last word your brain can work with.
When you grind your hips into circles and he tickles under your arms, you burst with laughter, pinching his nipples while choking on moans. It’s so good.
Deku pokes you into tears, he lets out a few of his own when you let your fingers dig into the sides of his neck. It’s good, so good, you. . .
You cum again, and it’s good. Deku can’t get over how you clench around him and keep moaning all loud about it, and it should make you want to cover your ears, but you don’t.
It’s good.
“Look,” he slurs, giggles on his lips, as you pinch his sides between your knees. “Got you t’squirt again, keep it goin, baby,” his thumb swipes meanly across your clit, and you yowl, feeling limp and a touch dumb. “Pretty girl with a pretty pussy that squirts on my dick, mph, love it. Got so lucky. Gimme kiss, baby. Deku needs one bad.”
You gladly collapse to press your lips into his, your wet lashes meeting his own wet ones. Your hips grind into his, brushing him into your walls that he still moans about being so soft on your lips.
When he cums, it’s with you, fucking himself deep, even though there’s little room to do so. Still good. You pull up to see him while he’s cumming. He’s cute–all twitchy under you, emptying himself into the condom and muttering about it. You love it, leaning down to kiss his tear-tracked cheeks, rubbing yours and his together, sniggering tiredly.
The next week, you spend your free time upvoting the comments from Sprouts you’ve come to see as your strange little friends. They’re under your bruise update, day 8, and people are asking how it feels to be nibbled on like a treat. You reply as cheekily as you can without seeming like a total bitch.
An 8-minute video is what’s produced and uploaded from Deku’s account itself, tagging you as the lucky other. It has a lot of cuts. . . the music covers a lot of the dialogue at the end, but you think you understand.
If needed, you can pull up your copy at any time to remember the whole feel of it or–
Your phone buzzes with a notification, and you swipe to see it.
hiiiii, pretty girl (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) you busy?
Well. . . no!
i wanna see you soon
text me when you can ~♡ let's set something up!
Like you'd make him wait.
dekuuuu~♡◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
hi mister! i’m free anytime for you. >ᴗ< give me a time and place
Being a Sprout is so much fun.