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You giggled as Hizashi backed you up into the claustrophobic janitorial closet, swinging the door shut behind you both. You stumbled backward, nearly losing your footing from the various brooms and ‘caution wet’ signs that littered across the floor. Hizashi gracefully pulled his arm around the back of your waist and pulled you into his torso before you dared to fall. The adrenaline of you being up to no good made the cadence of your heart hammer out of your chest and you were certain he could hear it too.
“This is so wrong.” You nervously bit down on your lip with a crooked smile, staring up at the DJ hero despite the minimal lighting. The dulled scent of detergent and various sanitization fluids tickled your nose.
“Mhhn..” He made no hesitation to bring his lips down to your neck, scattering messy kisses up it while grinding himself up against your hips. You could already feel the raging hard-on prodding up against you as if he was already about to burst. Given the circumstances and his urgent desperation, you guessed he must have been holding out for a while.
“..But you love it, babe.” His usual sing-songy voice was sultry and fierce. The heat of his breath tingled against your ear, causing a chill to creep down your body and an unexpected whimper to escape from between your lips.
He smirked at the reaction before narrowing into your smaller frame, causing your back to shove up against the wall of the suffocating, cement room behind you. He pressed his leg up into your groin, wedging itself underneath your bunched up skirt, making your breath hitch in your throat. He continued to nibble at the soft flesh of your neck, making sure to leave little marks up and down it —nothing too extreme— but enough to make sure that you and everyone else around could see you were claimed.
He could already feel the heat of your pretty, clothed sex pulsating against his knee. God, you were just as needy as he was.
“Mmm...Zashi..” Your arms curled around his neck while his hand wandered beneath the fabric hem circling your thighs. He slid his hand against the smooth flesh of your stomach, gradually sliding lower, before dipping his fingers beneath the surface of your panties. His slender digits sunk and explored your heat, skillfully parting your puffy lips before giving a few experimental drags through your folds. He let out a heavy sigh as his fingers stroked your moist entrance.
“Ooh.. tell me you want it, baby.” He said, wetting his fingers against the dripping hole before him, before rolling the tips in circles onto your aching bundle of nerves. Your knees buckled under the stimulation, causing your weight to rest into him even more.
You pressed your face into the curve of his shoulder to suppress a series of whiny moans.
“W...what..?” You squeaked between airy breaths.
“Come on, I know you can do it.” He pried, halting the stimulation to your needy clit for just a moment. It didn’t take long before your core throbbed in desperation for his touch again. “Just tell me how much you want this cock.” His voice increased in volume, a strainful plea mixed into it as if he couldn’t get off without hearing you beg for him.
“Hizashi, shh..!!” You let out a whispered yell, noting your obvious frustration. “Keep it down.” You croaked between gritted teeth, raising to the balls of your feet so you could peek passed his shoulder. Your paranoia heightened at the reminded fear of the possibility of someone wandering in unannounced.
“Hmph.” He removed his hand from your clothed heat altogether, pressing his leg uncomfortably harder into you. He slammed his hands against the wall on either side of your head leaving you caged in between his limbs. “You don’t get to shush me, sweetheart. Maybe I should use my quirk and let the whole school know we’re in here!”
Your eyes widened at the awakening of this sudden dominance. “You wouldn’t…” You huffed, tightening your stare into his, your hands balled into fists through the fabric of his dress shirt causing him to loom even closer over you, your noses just barely grazing passed one another.
“And what if I do?” Eyes peered over his tacky shades, emerald orbs prying into yours even through the shadows of the cramped closet. He loved taunting you, and he loved seeing you squirm beneath him even more.
“Don’t you dare!” you half-heartedly squealed, sending a glare of both playfulness and concern his way.
Yamada puffed up his chest to let in a deep inhale, mimicking the actions as if he were about to power-up his supersonic screech. You gasped, tightly clasping both your hands, one above the other, over his mouth. Whether or not he would actually do it, you weren’t taking any chances. He scoffed, devilishly furrowing his brows in amusement. You could feel the way his soft lips curled into a smirk from beneath your palm.
Did you really think a couple of little hands could stop his quirk from activating? How cute is that!? He thought to himself. Of course he wasn’t actually going to do it, but the way you were so desperately clinging to his form now made his insides melt.
The blond grasped you by the wrists. Long, fingers digging into your arms, threatening to cut off the circulation, were roughly pinned just above your head before he dove down to cram his lips into yours. His patience was running thin. He wasted no time violating your mouth with his tongue; pushing it passed your plush lips and teeth and swirling it around your own. His breath was hot and heavy and frantic, causing your eyes to flutter back into your head. You returned the gesture, wriggling your twitching muscle around his, saliva mixing and leaking down your chin.
In one swift movement, Hizashi had you spun around, chest pressed flush against the cool surface of the musty room. He kept one firm grip on both your wrists while the other fiddled with his belt.
He frantically unsheathed himself from beneath the fabric of his briefs, thumbing the head of his cock in relief. His head narrowed into the crook of your neck, lips tickling the curve of your sensitive ear.
“Now, I’ll ask you one more time..” His hand fumbled with your panties, harshly yanking them down until the fabric had rolled itself around your thighs. He held the base of his rod and positioned himself behind you, teasingly letting it slide through your petals. He pressed up against them just enough to coat his shaft with your pent up slick. “What do you want?”
You winced at his persistence but finally let up, he was going to have his way whether you liked it or not. “Mmm.. your cock…” You grumbled the words under your breath, heat burning into your cheeks from the utter humiliation.
“Come on, I know you can do better than that, baby.” He continued to massage himself through your thighs, just barely grazing against your quivering pussy. Despite how flustered you sounded, he could feel just how eager you were to be speared against him, the way your ass began to arch in tandem with his touch.
The stimulation teasing your cunt was becoming maddening. “Please..” Your bottom lip quivered in anticipation as you cocked your head to the side, just barely meeting his gaze. “I want your cock..” Your eyes welled up enough so that they subtly beamed in the darkness. “...Present Mic, please, give me your cock..!!”
He choked. Oh, Mama. He knew he’d have you ready and begging, but he wasn’t quite ready for that. Hearing his hero name roll off your lips sent his ego soaring. He barely had the chance to use it in battle or hero training, let alone here of all places. The sultry hymn of your voice left his jaw slack and his cock twitching.
The blond was left flushed and speechless. Eventually, he let out the most exhilarating moan as he anchored his dick straight into your well-prepped and dribbling cunt, leaning into you until his chest was flush up against your back and his cock was bottoming out into your plush, velvety entrance. A throaty gasp escaped from your lips at the man’s sudden urgency to drill into you.
“That’s right.. Mic will make you feel real good.” The man said, gently pressing his teeth into the flesh of your ear and nibbling at the lobe. He stilled, giving you both a moment; basking in the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate his length, allowing you to get used to his girth, the quivering motion of your heat trying to suck him in even more than he even could, the way you clenched around him in hopes that he’d continue stimulating your begging pussy.
He finally freed your arms of his grip and perched his own firmly at your sides. He snuck them just under your shirt so he could let his fingers roam and squeeze into the soft flesh cushioning your hips. He began to roll his hips in a steady rhythm; long, heavy strides that dug deep into your damp core. You bit down on your lip in attempts to stifle each cry that paired with his thrusts. Hizashi kept his nose huddled into your shoulder as he began to pick up the pace, gifting you with filthy, hushed praises —telling you how good a girl you were, how perfect your pussy felt— through each motion.
It didn’t take long for his pace to quicken. A symphony of muffled grunts, squelching wetness, and skin against skin were the only sounds that could be heard amongst the enclosed space you shared.
Every so often, the distant hum of laughter and chatter paced throughout the surrounding hallways. Eventually the fear you once had was numbed by your blissed out mind, the only remaining thought was to chase that pleasurable high that Hizashi was oh so close to generously providing you with.
The chuckles continued, gradually creeping closer, easier to make out.
“Haha ha, No way she said that.”
“She did, dude. I’m telling ya!”
“Oh..sh-shit...!!” Hizashi yelped, halting his movement dead in his tracks. Although you’d already heard the resonating sounds of conversations passing by, it occasionally kept at least one of you on edge when a voice came just a bit too close for comfort. What Hizashi didn’t realize while he was left frozen in his movements, was how hard he had jolted forward, leaving him pinned hard and pressing right up against that spongy front wall inside of you.
A blubbering mewl filled the room as you were left salivating, legs trembling under the pressure.
“B-babe!” Yamada lifted a finger to his lips to signal silence from you, sweat nervously building and rolling down his forehead. With bated breath he stiffened his body like his life depended on it.
“Hnngh..!!” Your brows contorted into a worrisome plea, your legs softly shaking as you tried everything in your power to hold it in but, god, you were so, so close, and every subtle squirm and twitch from your partner felt impossible to ignore.
Click.
Hizashi’s head whipped around at the clatter of a door handle wriggling open.
His slim fingers clasped around the bottom of your face, trapping your mouth into a forceful grip, void of air. Now it was his turn to shut you up. Your breath quickened through your nose; heavy, heated air bouncing off of the top of Hizashi’s hand as he bound you in place. You let out the most euphoric whimper. Although it was heavily subdued by the blond’s boney digits, it still left him anxiously gritting his teeth as a result. Somehow this unexpected restraint left you in an all-new state of arousal. Your muffled, inconsistent breath heightened the tingling sensation plaguing your core, leaving you oblivious to the fact that you were just moments away from being splayed out in front of a bunch of strangers.
The door of the closet steadily creaked forward, only a crack, letting light spill off of the opposing wall; a gentle orange hue, creeping towards you both. Hizashi’s heart must have been beating at a million miles a minute as he frantically brainstormed what type of excuse he was going to blubber out in order to sway him out of this mess.
Your eyes fell back into your head as you jutted tiny ruts back into the man. “Uhmf..” Your fingers gripped at nothing, nails meekly digging at the wall in front of you, slick dribbling down the side of your thigh. Almost there… Just a little..
“Idiot! Homeroom’s over there!” A booming voice teased.
“Oh shit, my bad.” The door slammed shut against the frame leaving the two of you in utter darkness once more. The noises of the outside world muted, bouncing from behind the closet door.
As the DJ hero’s full-body tension began to subside, a choked out cry sputtered from beneath his grip signalling the peak of that intoxicating high you’d been craving. Your weight quivered at the pleasure as your body was overwhelmed with a delirious heat leaving you light-headed and unable to pant from the continued restraint, just adding to the intensity of your blissed out climax.
Yamada noted the sudden tightness choking around his stilled cock. He finally let out the long, pent up breath that he’d been holding for what felt like forever, shakily exhaling, before composing himself —as if he wasn’t nearly displayed ass out, balls deep, in front of some classmates— then brought his attention back to you.
Hizashi continued to leave your mouth constrained, using it to awkwardly leverage your head up to meet his view. “..Well, aren’t you a naughty girl? Couldn’t even wait to finish.” He tsked. Your head lolled back meeting his chest as you sputtered soft, incoherent nonsense from below. A vibrant flush heated across your face as he observed your writhing form, the way you so impatiently needed to ride out that high. “Did you want to put on a show for them? Did that turn you on?” He pestered. His hips began to rock forward again; this time with brutal, long strides, so easily driving in and out of your dripping warmth. At this point you couldn’t tell if he was drawing out the same orgasm you’d been painstakingly seeking, or if this was a whole new peak sweltering from your stomach, but you let out another series of suppressed squeals and pants from his drool-coated palm. Your hands shakily clasped around his arm, somewhat for support, but mostly in attempts to pry his clamping fingers from your chin. He contemplated keeping you held back until he was sure you’d been well fucked and would keep quiet, but he decided he had other plans.
The man slowed his pace, letting you catch up to your surroundings before sliding his hand away and replacing it at your side. A heavy sigh fell from between your lips as you were finally allowed to breathe in the musty air once more, filling your lungs to a more comfortable capacity.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” Hizashi purred, tenderly pulled himself back until his cock was freed from your swollen pussy. You winced at the sudden emptiness despite how gentle he was to remove himself. His length was drenched with slick and looked as though just a few more touches would send him over the edge. “We need something to keep that pretty mouth shut and since I can’t trust you to be quiet, well, why don’t you do something useful and finish me off with it instead.” A toothy grin plastered his face.
With little hesitation you compliantly sunk down to your knees. You really didn’t mind getting him off this way and it was better to swallow down the evidence rather than sit through hours of class with Yamada’s jizz threatening to stain your undergarments. Hizashi laced his fingers in your hair as he leveraged your plush lips to align with his cock. You planted your shuddering palms on him, one against his thigh, the other positioned at the base of his rod. Yamada’s head fell back as he felt your tongue skillfully dance and curl around the head of his dick, your muscle feeling out every curve and edge to it, the taste of your orgasm still fresh on his pulsating meat. It didn’t take long for his impatience to get the better of him and his digits were left tangled in your scalp, using it to guide your mouth along his length.
“F-Fuck, babe.. I’m close…” At the very least he was nice enough to give you a warning, despite how short it was, before he was at his limit. With hips jutting forward and a hitch in his throat, you allowed him to guide your face forward until your nose was nestled against his soft, blond curls. He bit down on his lip to conceal a guttural moan as his dick twitched with vigor and thick seed suddenly shot down your throat in several heavy ropes. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as your jaw stretched to accommodate him and the milk painting the walls of your mouth; the closeness admittedly making it easier to gulp down the heavy load. When you were certain he was finished, and you could feel the way his cock twitched and began to grow limp against your tongue, you pulled back; white strings of cum and saliva keeping your lips connected to the bulge.
Yamada panted, loosening the fierce grip that was knotted on your head before tucking his flacid sex away. He offered you his palms and aided in supporting you until you were back on your feet. You were shaky, disheveled, and the lingering coolness of the room was beginning to catch up with your aching frame again, but a bashful grin of your own spread across your chin as you were finally met face to face with your partner once more. You simply looked at each other in silence before exchanging a few light-hearted giggles.
He pulled your arms so they were drenched over his shoulders and his, your torso, before taking you in for one last deep kiss. It was tender, warm and passionate, and aided in bringing you both back down to earth.
“That was amazing, ‘Zashi.” He began littering the side of your face with gentle, reassuring kisses that cast you in a full body warmth.
“Mmh...and we learned something new about you today.” He teased before leaving a playful nip on your chin. You could feel heat pooling into your cheeks once more as you ducked your head away and into his shoulder.
“Sh-shut up.”
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After a few minutes of straightening each other out; pulling up your cold, used panties, pressing down any obvious wrinkles, curling back any stray flying hairs— you finally decided to step back out into the public of the college. It almost felt surreal as you were welcomed with the bright midday glow of the day.
Yamada had exited first, softly gripping your hand in his before you trailed right after, squinting ever-so-slightly to readjust yourself to your surroundings. You let the door gently fall behind you with that familiar click.
“Whoa, hey buddy!” Hizashi sung out to the raven-haired man who just happened to be strolling by, quickly falling back into his excitable self. His free hand flailed to wave at him.
The man blinked nonchalantly before passing glances back and forth between the two of you. His bold gaze made you tense up in Yamada’s grip. He then looked passed you both at the sign nailed to the head of the door.
“What were you doing in there..? And who’s..” He cut himself off deciding some things were better left unsaid. “You know what, I’m not even going to ask.”