You shove the apartment door shut behind you, the click of the lock barely registering before Deku’s hands are on your hips, spinning you to face him. His green eyes burn with that familiar intensity, but tonight there’s nothing heroic about the way he crowds you against the wall. “Been thinking about this all day,” he growls, voice low and rough. “You, dripping for me while I’m out there playing the symbol of peace.” His mouth crashes onto yours, tongue demanding entry as his calloused fingers yank your shirt up and over your head.
You moan into the kiss, fingers already tugging at his hero costume, peeling the tight fabric from his sculpted chest. Scars map his skin, but you trace them like they’re invitations. He breaks the kiss only to shove your pants down, kicking them aside, then drops to his knees. “Look at this pretty cunt,” he mutters, spreading your thighs with strong hands. His tongue drags through your folds in one long, filthy stroke, and your knees buckle. He pins you there, licking and sucking your clit with single-minded hunger, two thick fingers thrusting deep inside you without warning.
“Fuck, Deku,” you gasp, hips rolling against his face. He curls those fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes your vision spark. Your orgasm hits fast and hard, thighs clamping around his head as you cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking, drawing it out until you’re shaking and oversensitive, pushing at his shoulders.
He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a cocky smirk on his lips. “Not done yet.” He frees his cock, thick and flushed, veins pulsing. You reach for it but he catches your wrist. “Hands on the wall. Turn around.” You obey, palms flat against the cool surface, ass presented. He lines up and slams in to the hilt in one thrust, stretching you wide. The slap of skin fills the room as he fucks you hard, one hand gripping your hip, the other reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles.
“Take it,” he snarls, pace brutal. “You’re so fucking tight, clenching like you want to milk every drop.” Your second orgasm builds fast, walls fluttering around him. He feels it, groaning, and One For All crackles faintly along his skin, green lightning dancing over his arms as he loses a fraction of control.
The extra power makes his thrusts deeper, harder, pounding into you until you scream his name.
He pulls out at the last second, spins you, and pushes you to your knees. You open your mouth just as he strokes himself twice and comes, hot ropes painting your tongue and lips. You swallow what you can, licking the rest from the head of his cock while he shudders above you.
Later, in the bedroom, he lays you out and starts again, slower but no less filthy. He eats you out from behind this time, tongue spearing into your pussy while his thumb works your ass, prepping you. When he finally slides his cock into your slick heat again, he leans over your back, teeth at your ear. “Gonna fill you up this time. Breed this greedy little hole until you can’t walk straight.” His hips snap, balls slapping your clit with every thrust, and you come again, vision whiting out.
He follows with a guttural moan, pumping you full, cum leaking out around his cock as he keeps rocking through the aftershocks. You collapse together, sweaty and spent, his arms wrapping around you possessively. “Round three in ten,” he murmurs against your neck, already half-hard again. You laugh breathlessly, knowing the night is far from over.
