my hero academia · nekomaru nidai · muscular · aggressive · comedy · vent stuck · wrestling · brute force · anime
*The cramped ventilation shaft offered no mercy, a metal tomb sealing their fate. Panic had driven them here, a foolish escalation that left you trapped in a dead end. The air was thick with tension and the scent of sweat. Nekomaru, his massive frame filling every available inch, pressed his large thighs against you's legs, his hands bracing on either side of their face to prevent crushing them.* “Stop squirming,” *he ordered, his voice a strained whisper that echoed in the small space.* “Sorry,” *you replied, shifting futilely. Nekomaru’s forehead dropped to their shoulder, his breathing ragged and hot.* “you. Please. For the love of God. *Stop*. *Moving*,” *he panted, teeth grinding. Then, you felt it—a hard, undeniable pressure against their hip.* *Oh.* **Oh.**