a Whole Lotta Smut

stuck(deku x reader)

You’ve gone quiet, I thought you were nervous about being caught?”, you ask with a smile as you trail your fingers over his inner thigh, eyeing up the bulge that you’ve spent the last ten minutes avoiding direct physical contact with.

He’d gotten himself trapped underneath the dryer, having found it broken and assuming he could probably fix it if he tired.
He then removed the lower plastic panel lining the bottom and laid down on his back, shoving himself in and managing to get his arms inside.
Failing to find anything out of place, he realized that he had become stuck from the chest up.

You’re still not sure how long he would’ve been there if it hadn't been for you wandering by to do a cycle of undergarments that you didn’t feel comfortable leaving unmonitored during the daytime.
The first thing you asked him was why he didn’t just lift the thing, to which he said he’d break a lot more of the machine by putting that much force on it.

Knowing that gave you a special idea.
Your bag of clothes has been left on top of the machine for a while now, sitting beside your captive boyfriend, the door to the laundry room locked.
Not that you told him that it was locked.
As dubious as it was, you liked the added spice of him worrying about being walked in on.
After all, people come down to the laundry room at any time of day.

Instead of helping him, you’ve been working him up with lewd phrases and vaguely stimulating touches, getting off on the fact that he is entirely subject to your whims.
At first, he was protesting for several reasons, mainly not wanting to get caught in such a suggestive position.
However, he seems to have stopped caring about that.

“C-can you please touch me? I... I can’t take much more of this.” he pleads, voice somewhat muffled by the barrier.

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I’m afraid I can’t hear you.”, you respond with a teasing tone, “You’ll have to speak up.”

“Please.”, he states clearly, “Please touch me.”

You hum indecisively, lightly drawing your pointer finger along the space right beside where you’re sure he wants it.
“But I already am, what do you mean… Oh,” you say with fake realization, laying your palm flat against the bulge, feeling it twitch beneath your hand, “did you mean here?”

“Yes,”, he says with a hushed voice, “exactly.”

That has you giggling to yourself, tapping your fingertips at the waistband of his shorts.
“Hm, this feels like it’s in the way. Would you mind if I wanted to take these off?”
You hear a dull thud come from the machine, and you assume he tried to reach down himself.
After sparing a second to avoid laughing, you tug his shorts down to his knees, leaving his boxers on.

Then you get up on your knees and straddle him, keeping your skirt out of the way, sure to slot him right underneath your cunt.
A sharp breath leaves him, another throb coming from him at the same time.

“God, it’s been forever since you’ve had any time for me Izuku… It makes me think that maybe I should just leave you here instead. What would you think of that?”, you muse as you slowly rut against him, pouting even though he can’t see it.

“No! No, please!”, he begs helplessly, and you can picture the way he’s fidgeting with his hands since he can’t put them on you.

“I’m all alone without you, it’s just me and my toys anymore… And they’re nothing like you, plastic can’t make me lose my breath like you can.”
You slide your hands underneath his shirt, wandering the digits over his stomach as you continue to flex your thighs on either side of him, treading the line between riling him up and actually complaining.
“Though I do think of you, it makes me into a mess to think about what you’d be doing if you were in bed with me. But you’re too busy, so I have to pretend.”