It’s the way they grip his hips, driving their cock into him without a fucking care about Izuku’s needs. The cruel yet intimate pace that left him leaking all over the floor, his hands muffling the whines he was struggling to hold in. He pushed his hips backwards, jerking when a warm hand caressed his back before clutching his thigh, moving Izuku’s leg to rest on a very muscled shoulder. The cock inside him went deeper and the spark of pleasure threw him off the edge, his body quivering as the body behind him tensed up, a deep grunt in the air.
The thrusts slowed down, instead choosing to grind their hips as roughly they could, just humping into Izuku, whose stomach was clenching from how good it was to have that cock hit his insides just right. His cock twitched back to life as two hands cupped his chest, flicking his nipples. It was almost too much for his sensitive body but he loved the pain, letting out an almost silent whimper. The small squeak was apparently too much for his regular as he rolled his hips and painted Izuku’s hole with his release, even going as far to smear his cum all over Izuku’s puffy, sore rim before slamming back inside.
Izuku panted, his tongue sticking out before he bit a knuckle, moaning as his eyes rolled back. Fingers touched his cock, playing with his tip in circular motions before massaging the veins running down the side. The gentle motions versus the frenzied thrusts caused Izuku to come again, the absolute force of his orgasm both a surprise and satisfaction as his knees threatened to collapse. And they would have – if not for the extra hard cock impaling him, a callous hand guiding Izuku’s back. Taking in a deep breath, Izuku mewed when a soft kiss brushed up against his ankle, the gesture was tender enough that it made his heart ache.
There was a reason Izuku had gone with having sex with strangers in a gloryhole– and that was to avoid embarrassment with anybody he did know that had expectations about him in bed. It was easier to have sex with people that just wanted to get off and not try to impress him and the anonymity made it easy to avoid making attachments to random strangers – although whoever was making a mess of him was definitely a regular. Izuku always knew it was his regular by the way he fucked; always teasing Izuku by grinding his cock up and down Izuku’s entrance before plunging in and robbing Izuku of all his breath. It was a pattern that never failed to make him burn with desire or leave with an empty cock.
Izuku took a chance, wanting to feel a smidge more closer with his stranger. He interlaced their fingers around his cock, shivering as their fingers were tight around him. Izuku got an inkling that his regular loved hearing Izuku grow wanton from his touches – as if he craved Izuku deeply. To be fair, he probably did since he was here whenever Izuku was, fucking him for all three hours Izuku had allowed himself to let loose and be filthy – in a way he couldn’t be in public.
With a clench of his ass, a low moan broke Izuku out of his thought – a familiar moan that scratched at his mind but that he couldn’t place. It was sexy, coarse, and Izuku wanted it against his ear, heavy with intent. It was obvious by the way their thighs met with force and pants come out faster, that his regular was close again and Izuku wanted that cum, wanted it sliding down from his lips and chin. One particular nudge against his prostate had Izuku falling apart, his hands scrambling on the wall to hold on. His cock dribbled what little release came out, his legs pressing together as he tightened around the cock in him, feeling it twitch before it added to the mess seeping out of him. His heart was racing out of his chest, his lungs struggling to intake air – he was breathless. This had been one of the more exhilarating and satisfying sessions of sex in a long time.
A thumb rubbed the back of his hand as their bodies carefully separated, a sigh escaping him as he tried to hold himself up as best he could. Izuku didn’t want their time to end but as the clock above them ticked down his time to zero, he had no choice. And with it being Thursday, he couldn’t come back until Saturday. It nearly brought him to ask for his stranger”s name and beg for more outside this stupid gloryhole.
A finger on his back traced invisible lines, the touch invading his senses and immediately grabbing his attention. A couple of minutes passed as he struggled to understand the strokes when it hit him – how could he not recognize the characters when Aizawa-sensei had drilled non-verbal signals into his class over and over. He waited until the sentence started over.
Lightening. Bunny. Capture. Eyes.
And he froze. Lightening Bunny had been his name when it came to addressing him with non-verbal sign and Capture Eyes had been Aizawa-sensei’s. But did that mean..? Holy Fuck. He reached back with one finger, wanting to see what would happen if he curled his finger, their way of identifying friends. His mind raced with all the possibilities, sweat dripping down his nose as he waited.
When a finger curled around his, Izuku closed his eyes and thanks the gods because since his third year, his dumb ass self had been in love with his teacher and now it looked like fate brought them together like this. How, he had no idea but he would take the opportunity (and ask later). Izuku made a peace sign and gave a victorious grin when he felt a peace sign on his back. Then more sign was scribbled on his skin.
Tomorrow. Five. Dinner.
Izuku gave Aizawa a thumbs up, motioning a phone sign and gasping when the older man gave his hand a kiss before patting his ass. He could feel his teacher back away and immediately missed the body warmth but he waved goodbye (hoping Aizawa saw it before leaving), waiting until he heard the door close before the owner came out and let him out. Her eyes were focused on her phone so Izuku scurried away to wash up. And god did the hot water feel amazing, soothing his aching limbs as he massaged soap into his asscheeks, his cheeks red from feeling the dry cum peel off. His eyelashes fluttered as he remembered how quickly Aizawa-sensei had made him cum before he kept going – that man’s stamina was legendary. How many rounds could he go without having to leave when Izuku’s three hours were up?
Izuku wanted to know and he couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
Lovely Story Time 