cw: mdni dubcon. drunk sex. reluctant but willing reader. praise. filth. honestly don’t even read this.
the only alternative to opening my docs when horny is doing half a backflip and landing on my neck
When you open the door, he’s standing there propped on his elbow. Feet barely crossed in front of each other as he makes an attempt at posing as desirably as possible, and looking like a complete drunken fool in the process.
You raise a curious eyebrow.
“Hi.”
“Midoriya?”
“Helloo!” He greets again, and it’s tailed by a giggle as he moves forward.
“What’s-“
His arms are heavy and all surrounding as he pulls you into a hug, you nearly stumble back from how much weight he’s putting on you. Barely able to hold himself up correctly, and already dipping his head into the crook of your neck - you shiver as your friend takes in a few good whiffs of you.
Midoriya groans quietly. “Y’smell so good.”
“You smell like a distillery.” You rub his back. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
“Oh my god, s’much.” He giggles. And then he presses in more, kicking the door closed behind him. “Les’ have a sleepover. I’m so tired.”
He punctuates that by nearly laying all of his weight on you, giggling again when you grunt from the stress and try with all the strength you can muster to drag him to the bed.
You blow out a sigh as he bounces on your mattress from where you’ve all but thrown him, feet hanging precariously close to the floor as he stretches his arms and nuzzles into your blanket.
“How’d you even get up here like that?” You breathe.
“I took the elevator.”
You sigh again.
“If you’re gonna sleep in my bed, you can’t sleep in your regular clothes.” You turn your head to search through your drawers. “I don’t want my bed to smell like alcohol.”
Midoriya snorts behind you. “Okie.” And it’s followed by the sound of shuffling.
You’re quick as you grab the oversized college hoodie from your dresser, turning around - though hesitating a bit when you find him laid out in nothing but his underwear behind you, boxers fitting comfortably over his muscled thighs and chiseled stomach.
You try not to stare as you throw him the hoodie. “Put this on, whore. And fix yourself, don’t just sleep on top of the covers.”
“S’ bossy..” He pouts but he does it anyway.
Your feet patter around the room as you start to get ready for bed again, grabbing your phone from where you left it in the bathroom and plugging it up on your bedside table.
You're lifting a leg onto the bed while absently tying your hair up when Midoriya pulls at your lower thigh.
“Hm?”
“Can you…?” He starts drunkenly. “Do s’mthing for me.”
“Mhm?”
He looks at you for a while, drawing circles in your thighs.
“Sit on my face.”
You pause.
“You’re too drunk.”
Midoriya smiles giddily. “So? Y’expect me to ask you when I’m sober? You’re too hot.”
“You’re like barely conscious right now, Midoriya.”
He looks up at you a little woundedly. “Y’don’t want to?”
You wait a few long beats before answering a little honestly. “I mean… yeah but-“
You wobble a little as he starts to pull you in his direction, manhandled until you’re nearly hovering over his face. “W-wait. Midoriya, but you’re way too drunk! I don’t wanna-“
“Take advantage a’ me?” He slurs as he slides his head between your thighs, and you smell heavenly. “Been wan’in to do this like forever.”
He nuzzles his nose into your inner thigh as he reaches up to clumsily pull your panties to the side, breaths heated as you struggle in his grasp but his grip is unmoving.
“N-no wait!” You fumble. But even as you protest his hot tongue is already digging between your folds. “F-fuck…. Midoriya..!”
Vibrations send electric little waves up the rest of your torso as he moans contentedly underneath you. Sloppily dragging his tongue back and forth from your clit to the quivering little hole feeding him so well, momentarily taking a moment to dip his tongue in and all but dig you out as you inadvertently hump against his face.
His hands are steely as he keeps his hold on your hips, sliding them lovingly up your torso as he coaxes you to ride his face.
“Ah,” And the way you whine has him moaning out again. “We-… We shouldn’t be doing this…!”
Midoriya presses you more into his face as he defiantly nods in disagreement. He says something too. Maybe a cross between “mhm!” or “yes, we should.” But he’s not too keen on ripping himself away to sound any clearer.
You mewl when one of his hands slide up your shirt to fondle with your breasts, roughly squeezing in handfuls as he thumbs at your pert nipple.
You start to push at his head. “Izuku! Fuck, Izuku…” He chases your clit even as his head presses further into the mattress. “God…. your tongue…”
He grunts, removes the hand groping your breast to stop you from pushing his head away and instead card through his air.
“m’gonna cum…!” You whine. “Fuck m’gonna cum….”
Midoriya nods. “S’okay,” He sounds drunker than ever, cheeks red and eyes glazed over. “Go ‘head, baby. Y’ can cum.”
You gasp airily before letting out a moan that nearly has him cumming in his boxers, desperately humping into his face as you finally cum with a cry of his name, and he groans as he devours it all.
You’re whining from over stimulation when he’s finally getting his last few slurps in, kissing the inside of your thighs before finally letting you roll over and letting out a sigh of content. “God, thank you.” He breathes. “You’re so fucking good.”
You silently catch your breath.
You’re half dozing off when you feel your panties being pulled down your legs.
“N-no, wait. Midoriya, wait-“
He pouts as he pulls himself out of his boxers and god are you not prepped enough for that. “What happened to ’Izuku?’” And his pupils all but dilate as he presses your shirt up your chest. “Call me Izuku again, it was so cute?”
You halfheartedly push him away as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Come on, wait!” You whimper. “You’re gonna regret this in the morning…!”
“Why would I regret this in the morning? ‘ve been wan’ing to do this since I met- fuuckkk!”
You gasp. You can feel him in your guts and he hasn’t even gotten the whole thing in yet. You’re all but sobbing from the pressure as his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“s’tight!” He whines. “So fucking tight, princess. You’re milking me..!”
You dig your nails into his upper back as he lays his head in the crook of your neck and starts pistoning. He’s definitely rearranging your guts right now.
“s’too much, ‘zuku!” You mewl as he pants into your ear. “s’too deep! Fuck! You’re breaking me!”
“Mh yeah?” He lazes a few whiskey tinted kisses down your pulse point. “Ah- y’feel me in there? Feel me in your tummy?”
Midoriya lifts himself on one of his arms to press on your lower stomach and you all but convulse. “Look at how pretty this pussy is.” He lowers his hand till he’s rubbing attentive circles on your clit. “Takin’ me so well. Makin’ me feel so…ah… good!”
He’s lifting one of your legs and coaxing the other further when he lays his weight on you again, forcing his tongue in your mouth that still tastes like you.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He pulls back and admits. “Always wanted you to be mine. And now you’re-“ Midoriya grunts. “Bein’ such a good girl f’me.”
You’re gonna squirt at this point. “You’re really suckin’ me in, huh? You want my cum?”
You whine.
Midoriya brings back his hips to push in a firm dragging thrust. “Good girls get what they ask for, baby.” He kisses the underside of your jaw. “Y’want it? You want my cum?”
“Ye- fuck!” You cry. “Yes! Yes!”
Midoriya groans. “Yeah y’do. Good fucking girl.”
Your back arches as his hips piston back and forth steadily into your core, creaming all over his cock as the way you pulsate around him has him clenching his teeth - and fucking into you even as you clench around his hot cum.
He whines as his thrusts finally shallow, slowing till he’s pressing as deep as he can and grinding his hips against yours, so desperately that the bed catches the current and the mattress wavers as he needily grinds himself in as deeply as he can.
It’s enough to have you creaming around him a second time, more managed seizing as your insides clench around him in the throws of your third orgasm and he cums again with a broken moan.
You can finally catch your breath when you reach up for him, carding your fingers in his hair before jolting a bit in his grasp as he rolls the both of you over.
You sigh. “Jesus, Izuku-“
Snore!
He’s asleep.
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