Like a dog in heat [DKBK]

Chapter 3

(Deku's pov)
I woke up far more earlier than usual -the next day. Reading my alarm clock, it read 4am, which was very surprising, considering how I was not at all a morning person.

However, I soon realised why I had woken up so early, as I looked down, feeling something in my pants throb.

Pulling down my pants, I released my dick, gasping as the cool hair clashed with my burning-hot skin. Like the previous night, my mouth felt dry, yet I found myself gasping for air.

I grabbed a water bottle, chugging it whole before returning back to the problem in my pants.

I had never woken up hard before. It's embarrassing to admit, but I've had wet dreams, but I've never just woken up 'hard.'

Not like this.

Trying not to think too much about it, I tried rubbing one out, but for some unknown reason, I just couldn't finish.

As seconds turned into minutes, I felt myself grow desperate. My length began to practically ache.

Why couldn't I finish? Why did I wake up like this in the first place?

So many questions I didn't have the answers to. I peered back at my alarm, seeing it was now 5:34am, meaning I had been jerking off for more than an hour, yet nothing, absolutely nothing.

I groaned in frustration as I continued.

I swore under my breath, continuously trying to no avail. That's when I realised something, about the quirk I was hit by: dirty dog.

The previous night, Aizawa had given me suppressants for my thirst which worked throughout the night, allowing me to retrieve some sleep. However, thinking back to the thirst, the heat I felt and then the quirk name..

Dirty dog. This is what was meant by 'dirty.'

This is also most likely why the holder of 'dirty dog' refused to say anything more. The side effects were heat, the heat of a dog.

The dots connected, but with that came a feeling of horror. How could I tell Mr Aizawa- anyone about this? How long would it last? What do I do?

I can't just walk around with a boner, how do I stop it?

"Deku," I heard someone call, Kacchan. I felt a second of relief, before that was masked by shock and fear.

I hurriedly pulled up my pants, groaning quietly as my boner throbbed harder. I then buried myself under the sheets, despite the sweat literally pooling around me.

I watched as the door swung open as Kacchan let himself inside -making himself at home, as usual.

"Breakfast," he grunted, approaching the bed with a bowl of cereal in hand.

"Engine legs made you toast, but pink cheeks persisted you have 'variety.' Whadever' that means," he grumbled.

My hand emerged from under my covers, quickly snatching the bowl from him.

He shot me a glare, looking me up and down as his face scrunched.
"Why the hell are you curled up like that?" He asked "I can see the sweat pooring off you. Shouldn't you take a cold shower or something?"

"I, umm." I couldn't think of what to say. What do I tell him? Do I tell him anything.

"Get up so I can change your covers," he ordered, "they look fucking filthy."

Not a word left my lips, I remained seated and silent. This made Kacchan react with annoyance.

"Oi, the fuck is up with you? You just gonna ignore me? I said get up," he growled.