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Trigger Warning: Drugs, drug dealing, black market trade, non con, breeding, bondage, aphrodisiac, marking, Deku is a bit of a villain
Thunder roared outside, rain like bullets slamming against your hideout’s windows, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the barely hospitable space you’d called home for the last few years. It was basically a basement that you rented from a seedy couple who’d barely equipped the space for living. A narrow set of stairs along the high windows brought you down into the one-bedroom space. But that worked better for you: made it harder for people to see what you were doing or better yet, care. Inside, every table you’d scrounged off the street had been covered in equipment to make your special, one-of-a-kind birth control against harpies. Desperate people from all over were eager to get their hands on goods as mythologically convenient as yours. Your birth control worked to prevent any harpy pregnancy but still allow for normal menstruation and human pregnancies. You’d come up with the recipe yourself. The how didn’t matter. What did was having a business partner like Deku who could make deliveries and keep his mouth shut. You were basically set to keep running this two-person business forever.
Except, you weren’t.
This was the last night. The final delivery. You had enough money to pack your few belongings and get out of the country, start a new life somewhere where harpies didn’t own humans like glorified pets for breeding. Somewhere you could walk freely on the streets or swim in the ocean without fear of being swooped up by powerful talons and fucked in a nest high above the ground. A smile broke out across your face as you looked at your near-empty basement home. The owners could keep your shitty furniture. One last delivery and you were set for life.
The formula had been sold to another desperate girl that reminded you of a younger version of yourself, for a reasonable price, along with your equipment. If she was smart, she’d do what you did at first: selling to the unmarried and making connections with fast, but trustworthy, harpies who could expand the market to the forest condos. If she was really smart, she’d follow you out of the country and sell her business to the next girl.
Your smile grew. Future generations of humans would thank you for your hard work.
The door to the basement burst open, a tall man with heavy dark wings sagging behind him stumbled down the stairs, water dripping off him and forming puddles on the thin, wooden stairs. The man panted, putting a hand against the wall to brace himself as his chest heaved, water rolling down his nose and from his hair as he looked up. Tan skin, freckles, and sharp green eyes. Soaked to the bone and he still managed to look cute. Deku smirked. “Sold out. We’re closed.”
Electric excitement burst through you, forcing you to leap from the couch and bound across the room to embrace Deku in a tight hug. Words would never express how happy he’d made you, how many doors he’d opened. You didn’t care if he was soaking wet, he was a godsend. Without him, you’d only be halfway to your goal, still breaking curfew to deliver your drugs in neighborhoods across the city on foot. “Thank you,” you said, squeezing him tight, feeling the tight muscles of his strong body and his wet clothes soaking yours, “thank you.”
He wrapped an arm around your waist, squeezing you back despite how he was still panting. Breathlessly, Deku kissed your head. “We’re out of here. Finally.”
Involuntarily, you stiffened. Deku was a great business partner and friend. He was trustworthy, cunning, and best of all fast, but… You hadn’t planned on leaving with him. All sales were cut into producing product, including supplies, and what was gleaned from that was cut 60/40 between the two of you: him with 40%, obviously. You never asked what he wanted to do with his share and had assumed he’d just move on to the next business deal. He was a smart guy and could probably make thousands if he stuck to what he was good at with the right people. But that wasn’t you, not anymore.
“What is it?” He blinked down at you, those big pleading eyes driving a sharp spike of guilt into your stomach.
Well, there was no avoiding the conversation now. Might as well rip it off like a band-aid. You pulled away from him, sucking in a sharp breath as you looked up to meet his eyes. “Deku,” you started, “no, Izuku, you’re not coming with me.”
He blinked, his thick eyelashes clumped together from the rain as if he’d been crying, accentuating his naturally large puppy-dog eyes. He was a grown man with a face cuter than most girls and a body stronger than the average man’s. Undeniably, Deku was attractive, but you had never been interested in him like that. Deku protested, “But… we’re partners.”
“Business partners,” you corrected him, “and we don’t have a business anymore.” You gestured to the empty tables. “We’re done.” At each emphasis, he twitched as if you’d struck him. For a moment you almost felt sorry for him, but… That was too bad for him. It was his own fault for making assumptions when he knew your plans from the beginning. “Look, you made tons of cash,” you clapped him on the shoulder, hoping to cheer him up a bit, showing a bright grin that would put his hero’s to shame, “use it however you like. You’re free as a bird!” You forced yourself to chuckle at the joke, but Deku wasn’t laughing.
He stared at you, those puppy dog eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place. For a moment, you thought he was going to cry. And then he took a step forward. His doey eyes narrowed, that cute face scrunching up into a mask of rage. His green hair, soaking wet and wavy, was black, like his wings, washing him in a darkness that made your stomach clench. Those heavy wings spread to their full length, making Deku appear much larger than he was. Every human knew what that meant. Aggressive body language. He was more than just pissed.
You’d fucked up.
“Wait!” You tried to back away, put some distance between the two of you, but he was so big and the basement wasn’t built for an easy escape: a design flaw you’d overlooked in the past and now regretted doing so deeply. Trusting a harpy had been the first risk you’d taken and from there you’d been overwhelmingly careless. Internally, you cursed yourself. With each step you took backward he took one forward, the dance of predator and prey across your floor until your back was pressed against the table you’d made your last batch of birth control with. The same table you’d split your earnings on, shared meals and plans on. Deku was going to kill you on this table. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean, you’re a harpy and I’m a human, we’re not exactly made to be interacting.”
Deku remained silent, slamming a hand on the table behind you, his chest nearly to yours, enraged face staring down at you. “When have we ever given a shit about how we’re supposed to be ‘interacting’ with each other? We’re in this together. You’re the one who put that in my head. You.” He touched his forehead to yours, water dripping down his face and onto yours and making your skin, goosebumps rising with the chill. Deku had never spoken to you like this before. He was always sweet and charming. That same kink harpy you’d grown to trust growled, “It’s time you take responsibility.”
He pushed you back onto the table, metal creaking under your weight as he inserted himself between your legs. Those large, wet wings spread wide, blocking the light and caging you under him.
You tried to crawl away from him, but Deku’s talons wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him and against his crotch. You could feel the outline of him even through his pants, thick and large. “W-what are you going to do to me?”
His head cocked to the side, eyes dark with something you’d never seen on his face before. “You know,” he said, “good dealers never use their own product. And I know for a fact that you’re a good dealer.” His nose brushed yours, breath hot against your lips. “So let me ask you a question instead: would you prefer I knocked you up before or after we leave the country?”
A sharp spike of fear went down your spine. “Deku, I don’t—”
“If we stay here…” His taloned fingers trailed up your sides, rubbing and groping your soft fleshed until his thumb swept over the collar of your shirt, the edge of the talon catching and tearing the fabric. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. His cock grew heavy against you. “If we stay here it’d be so easy to keep you at my side, locked up in a little nest with a menagerie of chicks.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, trailing his mouth down towards yours. “But I know you want to leave, and the mother of my chicks should have some say where we raise them.”
His hand pulled down more, tearing your shirt further down until it tore open, exposing your breasts and belly. But Deku wasn’t looking, he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent and rocking his aching cock against your clothed crotch. “Deku.” You put as much warning into your voice as you could, but Deku was so much bigger than you, so much stronger. You weren’t getting away from him unscathed.
You felt his hands moving across your sides again and braced for him to grope you. Instead, he pulled on your torn shirt, jerking your arms behind your back and knocking you down against the table. He twisted the fabric and hummed with satisfaction when you couldn’t move your arms.
You struggled against your restraints, but the hold was tight, your shoulders painfully pinched under you. “Deku, please,” you squirmed and he watched with that predatory gaze his kind held, “it hurts! I thought we were partners.”
“We are partners.” He leaned in and kissed your mouth, suckling at your bottom lip before sinking his teeth in, tugging playfully as he rocked his hips again. “You may have ended our business, but we can still grow in our relationship as partners. Parents are partners, too.”
He didn’t wait for a response, turning you around and pinning your front to the table. His talons caught in your pants, tugging them down to your ankles with your panties. Those same talons were right back on your ass, massaging the thick skin and rubbing circles with the sides of his thumbs. Deku carefully pulled back a cheek with the edge of his talon and licked his lips at the sight of your pink pussy. You whimpered and he responded with a firm squeeze.
When he spoke, his voice was low in his throat, “Don’t worry, darling, I won’t try to breed you without properly preparing you first.” Carefully, those sharp talons made their way between the lips of your cunt, pulling apart those puffy folds. “Be a good girl and don’t squirm. I don’t want to cut you.”
“Then don’t touch me,” you hissed.
“Can’t do that.” Deku’s voice was low and guttural, as if it took every muscle in his body to control himself. The pad of his thumb pressed into your clit. “I’ve been waiting too long for this.” Slowly, he rubbed circles into your clit, humming with approval when slick began to gather inside your entrance. The tip of his talon teased its way into your entrance, gathering and spreading slick until you began whimpering again. “I know, I know,” his hot breath fanned across your cunt, “but you’re not going to like it if I go in dry.”
“You don’t have to go in at all,” you hissed, again. “You could just find the girl I sold the business to and bother her. I’m sure she’d love to—” Your voice ascended into a shriek when Deku stuck his face between your legs, running his hot tongue from your clit to your perineum. The heat made your insides curl, and you bit your tongue to stop the moan that threatened to slip out.
Deku was large and attractive but you’d never thought he’d be any good at sex: but this tongue was proving you very, very wrong. He swiped his tongue up through your folds again, this time, stopping at your entrance to slide his tongue in. He groaned at your taste, the vibration traveling through your body until your core tightened. “Fuck,” he groaned, “I can’t do this anymore.”
He pulled away and for a moment you’d thought he’d come to his senses and would leave you alone, but the sound of his zipper was loud in your ears. His body heat leaked into you again and this time, the tip of his cock impatiently pushed at your entrance. “Can you…” He groaned, his hips bucking forward, sliding his cock against your entrance. “Can you spread your legs wider? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Reluctantly, you obeyed, spreading your legs until the fabric around your ankles stopped you.
“What a good girl.” Deku purred, rubbing a taloned thumb over your ass. “We were such good business partners and we’ll make great parents, too.” With that, he bucked his hips, spearing your insides with his thick cock. Both of you groaned. Deku’s grip on your hips tightened and your fingers curled into balls against your back.
Behind you, Deku struggled for breath feeling your tight insides around him. His cock twitched inside you, impatient and making you feel so achingly full. When he managed to calm down, he started rocking his hips in and out, in and out until the soft clap of plump flesh against hard muscle became a rhythmic echo. Your cunt slurped in his cock with messy, wet sounds. It shouldn’t have felt good. Deku was supposed to be harmless and innocent. You were supposed to be on your way to a better life.
Instead, you were speared on fat harpy cock with your arms tied behind your back.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Deku’s voice was low with desire. “From the moment you approached me with your plan I knew I had to have you.” He slowed his pace, spreading his body over yours before picking up the pace. “Every part of your business was guaranteed to have a consistent market and you were the only one who could provide the product.” He shivered. “I was so happy to work under someone like you.”
His wormed his hand under your chest, groping a breast with a satisfied groan. He massaged the plump flesh, squeezing and playing with it. Your nipple hardened in response and he eagerly rolled it between his fingers. You whimpered and buried your face against the table, your insides squeezing Deku in response.
“Good girl.” Deku’s voice was higher now, excited. “You’re cumming faster than I expected. Is my cock really that good? Or have you been fantasizing about this for a while?” He kissed your cheek and then your neck, giving a hard thrust that had you gasping. “It’s okay to cum first, we’ll just keep going until we cum together.”
“No…” But he was right: you were close. Pathetically and scarily close.
“Can you say my name?” The hand on your breast migrated between your legs, encasing your clit between his fingers. “Not that stupid nickname everyone calls me.” He squeezed your clit, making your hips bump back into him. “Izuku. Say Izuku.”
You couldn’t give him what he wanted but you also couldn’t help the heat rising in your head, clouding your thoughts as all you could focus on was how good his cock felt around your spasming insides. “Midori—”
“I,” Deku slid out, “zu,” slammed back in, “ku.”
One, final, hard thrust had you cumming, crying as all you could do was ground yourself by digging your nails into your palms. You gasped and sobbed, hips bucking against Deku as he kept thrusting, slowly and softly, groaning at how tight you’d become. You moaned, “Izu…”
“Ah, almost there.” He kissed your throat again. “Next time.” He abandoned your clit, shuffling for something behind him before removing his cock. It slid out with a stomach-turning squelch. “I was afraid you wouldn’t respond well to me so I bought a little something. I guess I don’t really need it, but I’d rather it not go to waste.” Something plastic and hard popped open. “It’ll be good for both of us. Actually, I made it based on your contraceptive formula.” He lined himself back up with your entrance and pushed inside, the shaft of his cock flashed cold inside your sensitive cunt, and then his heat leaked back into you with enough power to have you gasping again.
“Do you like it?” He spread himself back over you, settling his weight on your hips to keep you pinned. “I’ve been running a little business on the side myself. My aphrodisiac counteracts your contraceptives and increases fertility: isn’t that great?” Cold fear washed over you despite how hot and sensitive you were. “Even if you had taken your own drug, this would have nulled the effects. I’ve been selling this on the side to some of my harpy friends, and they’ve been more than happy to distribute for me. I guess you could say I used your business model for myself.”
You struggled under him, trying to push him off, but Deku was too big, too heavy. “Wait a fucking second.” Your head was going hazy again from the drug but you needed to stay focused, stay in the moment before pleasure drowned you again. “So all those drugs I sold—”
“Yeah, most of their spouses bought from me, too. And without someone like me protecting that girl you sold everything to…” He kissed you just behind your ear. “Well, I think she’s going to end up exactly as you are now.”
He rocked his hips hard, making the table creak loudly. His talons dug into the table, carving up strips as he thrusted faster, his thoughts lost in pleasure. The aphrodisiac turned him into a feral beast, far too effective for its own good. If you weren’t so busy moaning and gasping, you might have thought about where the drug needed tweaking.
Except Deku’s growling in your ear and the fullness of his cock had your core tightening again. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm and with his feral, needy thrusts, you weren’t going to last much longer.
Deku’s feral grunts became a mantra, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
His cock twitched inside you, impatient to unleash his dangerous load. Your insides responded in kind, squeezing him. You struggled to get away again, but the movement had you clamping down on him harder and that was all he needed to cum, flooding your insides with potent seed until your insides ached with the heat and amount.
You came quickly after, clamping harder, gasping for breath as he kept rocking his hips until his cock went soft and he pulled out.
Deku panted and lifted you off the table, settling you against his chest before sitting on the floor. “You’re mine.” His wings spread wide, encircling the two of you until all you could see was him, all you could smell was him. It took you a second in your blearly mind to remember that he was marking you with his scent, labeling you as mated and off-limits. He had no intention of letting you go. “You’re mine.”