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You had always noticed how thin the dorm walls were.
Even from a distance, you could hear Kirishima practicing maneuvers on his punching bag, Kyoka’s music blaring from her speakers, you could hear Bakugo shouting on the phone to his equally hotheaded mother, and you could spend hours listening to Tsuyu’s white noise machine that played rainforest sounds to help her sleep. From almost anywhere in the building, if someone was making noise, you could hear it.
But when it came to your next door neighbor, silence was prevalent almost always.
Ojiro was so quiet, no matter what time of day or whatever he was doing--he didn’t seem to practice in his room, and he never used his speakers or even walked around too heavily, like you’d heard Aoyama complain about Rikido and Shoji. He was like a mouse in the sense, even though with his quirk, you would expect to at least hear his tail knocking things over or dragging on the floor. But you heard nothing.
That is, until something from the other side of the wall piqued your interest, while you were studying late at night. At first, you thought it just to be the squeak of the floorboards--but then you heard it again, and again still, and soon you were getting up from your desk chair, and kneeling on your bed to press your ear to the wall. You couldn’t help it, you were curious...and it was only then that you realized what the sounds were.
“ Oh...a-ahn, hah ..”
It couldn’t possibly be Ojiro... moaning . But it had to be, there wasn’t another explanation--either it was him or he was watching a very inappropriate video, and you would know that gentle voice from anywhere.
Was someone in his room? Was he getting a blowjob? Was he having sex? A thousand questions ran through your mind, and even though you knew the right thing would be to put on headphones and pretend it wasn’t happening, you found yourself pressing up even closer to hear every detail you could. Deep in your heart, you loathed to think that there was someone in his room, that he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend...it wasn’t a secret to your close friends that you liked him, and it would make you feel even worse to know he was getting up to something like that with another person.
But those pitiful thoughts only had to last for a few moments, because soon enough, something else slipped from his lips...something very familiar. You couldn’t even believe it the first time you heard it, and had to eagerly listen for him to say it again.
Your name. Ojiro was moaning your name , and now you could hear the slick sounds exposing that he was jerking off--and you slowly, carefully moved away from the wall, as you heard the noises suddenly get softer. Based on the muffled sound, you had a feeling he had clapped a hand over his mouth, or even shoved something past his lips to stifle his cries of pleasure--and the thought made you unconsciously squeeze your legs together, warmth flooding through you and bringing forth a tingle between your thighs.
The more you heard his whines through the drywall, the less reserved you started to feel about the situation. Why should you feel embarrassed? Ojiro was the one who was making all the noise, someone else could probably hear him by now--and thinking of that was what caused you to reach for your cellphone, unaware of your own intentions until you were opening up the camera app. You held it in your hands for a moment, questioning if this was really a good idea--but that debate didn’t last long at all, and soon you were hastily tugging off your shirt, trying to find a good angle before settling for kneeling on your bed. You placed a hand gently over your chest, deciding on taking your nipple between your fingers--and with the wall that faced his room in the background, and the upper part of your face cut off, you snapped the lewd photo and opened up Ojiro’s number in your phone, sending it off and watching it load before you could talk yourself out of it. As soon as it sent, you dropped it on your mattress and sank your nails nervously into your thighs--and from his room, you could hear the chime of his phone going off, and your life briefly flashed before your eyes. This would either be a great revelation, or a horrible mistake.
[ Received 11:46 PM -- Ojiro ]
please come to my room? my door is unlocked.
Tossing your shirt back on over your head, you slipped your cell back into the pocket of your shorts, before slipping out of your room and towards Ojiro’s door, opening and closing it as swiftly as you could blink. Not in a million years would you imagine walking into your crushes’ room in the middle of the night...and never would you forget the sight you were greeted with, waiting patiently on the bed.
Ojiro sat propped up against his pillow, face flushed and body sweaty--he still wore his t-shirt from the day, but his pants had been abandoned on the floor, and his boxers hung loosely off one of his ankles.
“D..Did I wake you up? I-I apologize..”
He’d stopped touching himself for now, but his hands rested atop his sheets, and the tip of his cock was flushed a bright, pretty red...Ojiro had a pretty dick all around, long and slim and with few veins and ridges, paired with a set of soft-looking balls. He was...perfect. Just perfect. And the embarrassed blush across his nose made the sight even sweeter.
“No...don’t apologize, Oji.”
Clicking the lock behind you, you stepped towards the bed, slowly and with purpose--and he just looked more needy the closer you got, trying to hide the fact that he was eyeing you up and undressing you in his mind. His gaze paused at the hem of your shirt, and you smiled at the thought of him wishing you had left it off.
“I expected you to be frightened, but...I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself. Most times I can bear it, but today...I just couldn’t take it a moment longer.”
“...Take what, exactly? Tell me, Ojiro.”
The moment you laid a hand on his sheets, taking a comfortable seat opposite of him, you could feel the room grow a few degrees hotter. His nails dug into the blanket underneath him, and you forced your smile down at the way his legs were trembling already.
“ You ...You’re too much. Everyone else I can stand, even if they’re attractive, I can control myself--but seeing you makes me want to...t-to just... humiliate myself..”
Every nerve inside of you burned to just jump him at this point, the way Ojiro’s voice was practically a whine making you drip more and more by the second. And the end of his sentence piqued your interest, in more ways than one...and with his eyes glued to you, you slipped your hand underneath the waist of your shorts, murmuring in a soft voice for him to keep talking--and he swallowed, watching in awe as you started to rock against your fingers.
“I-I want to be yours, to be your property , to let you do whatever you want to me...I don’t want to be myself, when I’m around you. I just want to be an object for you to use.”
Watching porn, and thinking up scenarios were one thing--but hearing Ojiro say such intimate things was something else entirely, something that made it feel so much more natural to masturbate in front of him, even though the thought would have previously made you blush too hard to even speak. And he seemed to get the same idea, his hand drifting closer towards his groin, before he finally gave in and wrapped his fingers around his shaft, immediately starting to buck into his own touch.
“I-I know, it’s horrifying, you must think so little of me...but I don’t care, I can’t make myself do it. Even if you end up hating me, I just don’t want anything but you .”
He bit his lower lip, obviously trying his hardest not to let anything more slip--but his plans were ruined pretty quickly, when you reached over to grab hold of his tail. He let out a yelp, but didn’t stop you--and he watched as you pulled it over to yourself, slipped your shorts down to drop them on the floor, and positioned yourself atop the warm flesh to sit on it like a throne. Ojiro looked as though he could cum right there, and then you started moving , grinding down on his tail and getting it all slick--and you demanded he finish what he was saying, to his absolute embarrassment.
“I k-knew you would hear me touching myself...I f-fantasized about you storming in, and ordering me to get on my knees and grovel...o-or making me pleasure you, and not let me get off for as long as you decide…I-I wanted you to make me do anything you ask..”
His hand was moving faster now, the noises he was making bouncing off the walls of his room--and he looked like he was going to die if he didn’t cum, especially now with you riding his tail and moaning as it pulsed underneath you. You just couldn’t stop yourself, now--Ojiro was too adorable, you hadn’t ever thought he’d actually be this needy and submissive, and yet this gift had just been placed so perfectly in your lap. It wasn’t exactly how you had imagined being with him, but it wasn’t like you really had a problem with it--if he wanted to be the ground you walked on, then there was no harm in treating him like he deserved. Though, you had a feeling you’d be a little nicer than he was expecting--he was, after all, a very good boy.
And just as you were about to give him the okay to cum, a chiming sounded from beside him--and you both realized it was his cellphone, ringing with a familiar picture on the screen. Before he could even touch it, you had it in your grasp--and batting his hands away, you replaced his fingers with your own around his cock, and lifted the phone up to your ear to press the ‘accept’ button, to his combined shock and horror.
“Hello?”
With an innocent smile on your lips, you slowly started to pump him from the shaft upwards, watching with a wicked glee as he clapped both hands over his mouth, and tears pricked at his eyes as he was forced to swallow every sound. His hips followed up with your hand, his body trying to hump your palm--but you kept a steady pace, as you listened to the familiar redhead’s voice chatter on with a question about the noise. He was just across the hallway, and usually a deep sleeper--but not tonight, it seemed like.
“Oh, hi Kirishima. Hm? Why do I have Ojiro’s phone? Oh, we’re just studying together--we stopped to train a little, though.”
You thumbed the top of his slit, and a squeak slipped through the cracks, his whole body quivering as you teased him within earshot of your classmate...and if you got caught, there was no doubt it would be the end of his reputation, and the little secret he’d been keeping about his feelings for you.
“Mhm. Yeah. No, yeah, we’re totally fine--yeah, hah, Ojiro just knocked some stuff over with his tail. Do you wanna come over and join us?”
His eyes widened, and though he frantically shook his head ‘no’, you only licked your lips in response, mouthing reassurance to him as you continued to rub him into a mess.
“..No? You’re busy? Ah, no worries! Maybe some other time. See you in class, Kiri!”
And with you ending the call and dropping his phone to his bed, Ojiro let out a deep sigh of relief, bringing his hands away from his face--but they soon flew to clutch at your own, as your pace went from one to a hundred as soon as you were finished talking. Poor boy tried to speak, tried to beg, tried to ask if he could touch you too--but you ignored it all, laser-focused on getting to watch him cum, so much so that you barely registered his tail slipping between your legs until he was massaging your entrance with the tip. With a cry of pleasure that he’d surely never forget, his head rolled back as you ground down against his smooth appendage--and with little regard to how loud you were both being, he whined your name out loud as he came to his end, the feeling of you pulsing around his tail as you orgasmed burning itself into his brain forever.
With the warmth tingling at every nerve of your body, you collapsed against Ojiro’s chest like you’d turned to jelly, the two of you breathing heavy as his cum spurt out in ropes over his belly, your legs, and on the sheets he had just recently washed. You, however, found that you had recovered a lot quicker than your partner--and with a gentle, adoring kiss to his cheek, you slowly picked yourself up off him and slipped off the bed, disappearing through the crack of his bathroom door to retrieve a cloth. Running it under the tap, you padded across the floorboards to return to your exhausted lover, and sweetly wiped off the fluids as well as you could, choosing to leave the stains on his bed for another time.
It felt cathartic in a way, to care for someone like this--it made you feel a bit powerful, especially knowing now how Ojiro really felt about you...and now that you had gotten a taste of him like this, there was a little spark inside you that made you feel as though you weren’t going to be able to get enough of him, not anymore.
“..Did that feel good, Ojiro? Did you have fun, my sweet little prince?”
“U-Uh...uh-huh..”
Sweet boy could barely speak, nodding his head as you used the clean part of the cloth to dab the sweat off his forehead. Gesturing for him to lean up a bit, you made the move to tug off his shirt, opting to fold it and set it on his desk to throw it in the laundry tomorrow--and you wandered over to his closet to peek through his clothes, looking for something nice, clean, and cute to change him into.
“We should do this again.”
Your decision was made quickly, as he didn’t have many clothes--that could be fixed, though--you pulled out a soft shirt that would be good for sleeping in, turning to see your love finally sitting up completely, looking up at you with wide eyes as you stepped over and pulled the clothing on over his head.
“C-Can we..? You’d want to..?”
You brushed your thumb over his cheek, smiling genuinely now as you stood over him. His tail was wagging back and forth like a puppy’s, he couldn’t even try to contain himself--and you stole a kiss off those velvet-like lips of his, holding him close so he could wrap his arms around your hips.
"Of course. You're my precious treasure, and you need to be taken care of, and pampered. You probably can't even tie your shoes yourself, huh?"
He averted his eyes, the blush making its way back to his face as he nodded his head, before he pressed his face into your belly and sighed contently as you ran your fingers through his hair. He mumbled something, muffled by your clothes...but you knew at once that he was telling you he loved you, and it made a glorious warmth fill your body from head to toe.
You certainly weren’t expecting this when you sat down at your desk, ready to study for the test next week. You hadn’t considered the fact that you’d get so far with your crush, that you had been making him a mess without knowing it for months, and you didn’t imagine that tonight would mark the start of your relationship...and that from now on, you would get to spoil and care for the boy you loved, just like you had dreamed from the moment you set eyes on him.