Ney. Gemini. INFJ. 31. Mom friend. Anime is ruining my life. Showed up for All Might, stayed for Dynamite. Sometimes I write, usually not. 18+ masterlist
So there is simply not enough content about Alflame Rare Vankish so I will hopefully be contributing on that front soonly. I love a himbo and boy does he fit the bill. He literally gifted Scarlet a whole DRAGON. And just LOOK AT HIM!!!!
for all the kicking and screaming that goes on between you and barbarian bakugou, i think you ask him one day if he wishes he could have married someone from his own clan rather than you, an outsider, and it comes as a complete surprise when he says no.
you try to get him to elaborate, but it's bakugou, so of course he doesn't, and it's partially because he doesn't want to tell you but mostly because he doesnt know how. doesn't even have the words for himself fully, all he knows is that the idea of having someone else beside him sounds—impossible. and dull. and mind-numbing. and he can't imagine a future with anyone else.
“T-Touya, please,” you whine and attempt to rock your hips, but he won’t allow it.
He's sitting up against the headboard, wearing a devilish smirk as he keeps you still on his lap. One long arm is wound tight around your hips while the other dips between your joined bodies, so that his thumb can toy with your clit.
“Nah,” he chuckles. “I think I made myself perfectly clear, doll. You don’t get to ride until I get to feel you cum all. over. this. dick.”
He’s amused with your frustration. You swear you can feel his cock throb inside of you and it only makes you more impatient to feel him. To really feel him beyond merely squeezing his length within your walls. You want to move.
“Then let me fucking cum already,” you huff, trying again in vain to take what you want, but his arm only tightens around you.
“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head, smirk never wavering. “S’that how you’re s’posed to ask, baby girl? I don't think so.."
He leans in to trail kisses along the underside of your jaw, each one gentler than the last as his lips slowly make their way down your neck until he finds your pulse. He nips at it, then soothes the sting with his warm, wet tongue as you shudder and let out a moan.
Then he stops.
He stops everything. His lips pull away from your skin and his thumb no longer circles your clit, but still, his smirk persists.
"No," you whimper, face falling into a pout as your hands run over his stapled torso. "C'mon, baby. I need it. You're driving me fucking crazy."
"Try askin' the right way then. M'bein' real nice to ya, doll," he purrs, nose nuzzling against yours. "C'mon.."
He steals a kiss, just barely pressing his mouth to yours. Not even in this will he give you enough to satisfy you just yet. He pulls back, blue eyes dancing with amusement as he watches you lean in further, chasing the taste of his lips.
"Please. Pretty please, let me cum, baby," you beg as you circle your arms around his neck, finally relenting in the way he wants you to. "Wanna cum all over your cock, so I can ride it. Wanna ride you 'til I cum again, Touya. Please."
His cock throbs again and you clench around him in response, both of you trading wanton groans. The smirk on his face gives way to a grin as his breath hitches and he adjusts beneath you. For a moment, you think he might actually just cave now, but he doesn't.
His thumb starts up again, expertly gyrating against your sensitive bundle of nerves while he attaches his mouth to your nipple and begins to suck.
"Touya!" Your head falls back as your arch your spine, pressing the soft flesh of your breast into his face.
His eyes fall closed and he hums with sensuous pleasure, tongue swirling around the hardened bud before he opens his eyes again to look up at your contorted expression.
"M'so c-close, baby," you pant as you look down to meet his gaze and card your fingers through his hair, peering into his hungry turquoise orbs.
A cry of ecstasy is ripped from your lungs a moment later as you finally find your release and he groans, loud and long, as he loses all control of himself and seizes both your hips in his large hands.
He tilts his head back against the headboard to savor the way your jaw hangs open and you tighten your grip on his hair, only exciting him further. He drills his hips up into you, bouncing you harshly on his lap as his cock pummels into your already spasming walls. Your body doesn't get even the slightest chance to recover before he's rocketing you towards another orgasm, pulling no shortage of lewd and lascivious sounds from your lips.
"F-fuck. Fuck. You feel s'fuckin' good, doll," he utters through grit teeth, his eyes briefly crossing as your velvety insides hug him tight, sucking and squeezing the very life out of his dick.
He's not going to last long like this, but he loves to give you exactly what you want, so he's determined to make you cum again.
"Should I pull out, doll?" His smirk returns as he winds both arms around you, suggesting he wouldn't dare do such a thing anyway.
"N-no! No, baby, cum inside me, please. Please, please, please cum inside me, Touya." Your voice pitches higher as you clutch at his shoulders.
"No?" He sounds so smug when he asks, already anticipating your answer. "You want me to breed you instead, baby? Wanna spend the next nine months carryin' my kid around?"
"Yes. Oh God, yes, T-Touya!" Your nails sink into his flesh as you crest over the peak again, bouncing helplessly on his cock while you find bliss and it makes you see white for a moment.
"Shit," he groans, seeing stars himself as he empties himself into you.
He gives you everything he has, hips stuttering up until he falls silent and he holds your hips still, letting every last drop pour into you as he finds the ability to make a sound again. He moans sinfully, panting as he lies there and his grip on your relaxes, but he keeps you in his arms.
You lean forward and see white again when you open your eyes to kiss the top of his head before nuzzling your face into his hair while your arms wind around his neck.
He buries his face into the crook of yours, humming contently as he trails lazy kisses along your salty skin, happy to bask in the afterglow with you while you both come down from your respective highs.
"So, during these next nine months, are you gonna run out in the middle of the night to grab me whatever I'm craving or..?" You grin against his scalp.
He chuckles as his hand drifts up your spine, a familar warmth flooding his palm as he starts to rub your back.
"What kinda deadbeat would I be if I didn't? I'll rub you down anytime you like too," he murmurs as he tilts his head back to look up at you, wearing a grin far softer than you'd once thought him capable.
"Oh?" You ask with obvious intrigue. "How 'bout right now? Think m'feelin' a little sore from all that."
He nods to the space beside him in bed. "Get on your belly. No promises I don't end up fuckin' your brains out again though," he says as he kisses your shoulder.
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wear your heart upon your sleeve ✴︎ kirishima eijirou x reader
details: mild hurt/comfort┊fluff┊friends to (hopefully) lovers┊~2.1k words┊gn! reader┊cw: blood mention and injury┊a.k.a. the reason why i think kirishima added protective sleeves to his hero costume! (guys he's such a sweetiepie i love him so much <3)
Kirishima Eijirou has never felt this kind of fear before.
He’s faced villains, criminals, and other strong students, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
It was just a regular day at UA. The last class of the week has finally concluded, and everybody was relieved to have the next day off.
While everyone was packing up and getting ready to return to the 1A dorms, Kirishima hung around, chattering excitedly about his quirk’s progress during the afternoon hero class.
Naturally, he gravitated towards you, something he didn’t notice until Kaminari, Sero, Mina, and even Bakugou had pointed it out. But he paid the observation no mind; anyone in their right mind would like you!
The expressiveness of your voice, your unconditional kindness, and your fierce determination. Most of all, he loved the smile on your face whenever you told him how proud you were of his progress.
That was exactly what he needed after a long week of lessons and training. He tries hard to be strong and indestructible—to be a pillar for his friends and the future citizens he hopes to save. There’s nothing manlier than that.
So, as you talked about a combat breakthrough during your spar with Iida, Kirishima listened to you intently. He ignored the all-too-knowing stares from his friends, including a subtle kick to the shin. (He wasn’t sure who did it. He wasn’t paying attention.)
“I didn’t expect that I’d get Iida on his butt! Ochako’s Gunhead Martial Arts stuff actually worked!” You laughed, eyes sparkling.
Kirishima beamed in response. How couldn’t he? You’ve spent a considerable amount of time trying to work on your physical agility and reflexes, and now, you managed to gain the upper hand against someone of Iida’s stature.
“That’s incredible!” He cheered, perhaps a little louder than the rest of his friends. “I knew you could do it.”
In sincere congratulations, Kirishima gave you a pat on the back, except…you yelped in pain?
What?
Immediately, he’s taken aback. Did he hit you too hard?
“Are you okay?” he asks, putting a hand on your shoulder, but then you flinch from his touch. “Wait, wh-”
Sero slowly points at Kirishima’s arm. “Dude, it’s…”
That’s when the redhead realizes that his upper limb was completely hardened.
“Woah, what the- Is that blood?” Kaminari shrieks.
Blood?
Kirishima can’t even bear to look at your pained expression (the one you have because of him); glancing at the dark red that starts to bloom through your uniform makes his own blood run cold.
“I’m so sorry. That wasn’t- I didn’t realize-”
There’s a sudden commotion around your group of friends, which eventually attracts the attention of your other classmates and teachers.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I didn’t notice. I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t know if his apologies fall on deaf ears—you don’t respond to him, too preoccupied by the pain. At some point, Iida comes into view, volunteering to bring you to Recovery Girl’s office.
Kirishima can’t even get a word in before he’s left in the dust. One part of him thinks it’s only right that he bring you there, considering he was the reason you were hurt. But on the other hand, what if he accidentally caused you more pain without realizing it?
“Earth to Kirishima?” A hand waves in his face. “Hey, dude. You there?”
He blinks slowly and notices the rest of his classmates looking at him. He can’t read their eyes—are they angry? Do they think he’s pathetic? Do they think it’s all his fault?
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” Kirishima chokes out. “I’m normally more aware of when my quirk activates. I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful. I-”
“Kirishima.” Mina rubs his shoulder gently. “No one’s blaming you. Quirk accidents happen. Are you okay?”
“I- still…I’m fine, but-” When did his chest get so tight? “But I still hurt them, and-”
“Again. It wasn’t your fault, shitty hair,” Bakugou interrupts, but in a lighter voice than usual. “Get that through your head. Talk to them later or something.”
“But what if they’re mad and don’t want to talk to me?”
“Mad at you?” Bakugou snorts. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“What he means to say is,” Mina sighs, “they won’t be extremely upset with you over an accident. So, breathe a little bit, okay?”
“Yeah, you looked like you were going to pass out,” Kaminari frowns.
“No. No. I won’t.” Kirishima shakes his head. He’s the last person they should be worrying about. “I’m…fine.”
His friends look like they’re about to protest, but Bakugou interrupts. “Mm. Anyway, if you idiots want dinner by seven, let’s go. No messing around in the kitchen, or I will blast all your faces off.”
“Yes, sir!” Sero mock salutes as Bakugou starts to march out the gym doorway (a little slower than usual, he thinks).
Ignoring the lingering stares, Kirishima takes a deep breath and takes his spot among his friends. On the way back, he can only be thankful for their attempts to fill the silence.
Kirishima has been lying in bed for what must have been hours. He’s too guilty to shower, to eat, or just do anything. He ignores all the texts and calls. He doesn’t answer when his classmates knock on his door. He doesn’t care if it’s dinner time and he must eat.
If you can’t forgive him for what he did, that’s fine, he’ll take it! The most important thing to him is that you’re going to be alright. God, he hopes you are-
“Kirishima?”
He stiffens. It can’t be.
There’s another knock on his door. “Kiri? Hey, I know you’re in there. You’re still alive, aren’t you?”
You’re back already?
A part of him is relieved to hear your kind voice, but also, he doesn’t feel like he deserves-
“Kiri?” More knocks. “Can we talk, please? I’m not mad or upset with you.”
He hesitates—the one thing he’s promised to stop doing his whole life. Come on. Come on.
“I wanted to tell you how I’m doing,” you offer, “if that’s what has been bothering you.”
Kirishima almost wants to cry at how well you’ve been able to read his mind lately. So, he stands and finally opens the door.
“Hi, Kiri.” You smile at him, almost like it was nothing but an ordinary day. “There you are.”
Never mind. He cries. He can’t hold it in anymore.
“Oh. Okay, okay. Let’s talk inside.”
Your gentle tone makes his heart clench. Actually, it’s not just the gentle tone—why did you have an entire tray of food with you?!
“Why?” is the only thing he can say when the bedroom door closes behind the two of you.
Your eyebrows lift in confusion. “Why? What do you mean, Kiri?” You set the tray of food down on his desk.
“Why are you…nice and everything? I- I hurt you, and-”
“And, I’m fine now.”
“But, you should be mad, right? That I wasn’t paying attention and activated my quirk and then I hit you and…”
“But it was an accident.” You sit on the edge of his bed together. “You didn’t mean to hurt me. Recovery Girl also said the wounds would heal within two days. They weren’t very deep anyway.”
Kirishima doesn’t really know what to say except, “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” You take his hand in yours, willingly. “And I forgive you. Nothing you say will change my mind.”
“Nothing?”
“Mhm,” you grin, and he swears it will be the end of him. “Come here.”
You lean forward to embrace him, but Kirishima’s heart drops. “Wait!”
“Hm?”
“Wait. What if I-” Kirishima doesn’t move an inch, suddenly hyperaware of his entire body. “What if I accidentally hurt you again?”
“I don’t think you will, Kiri,” you reply, a little too casually.
“How are you not scared?” He can only ask in disbelief. “What if I-”
“I trust you.”
That wasn’t an answer he expected to hear. You trusted him?
“Kirishima Eijirou. I trust you.”
Your statement stuns him into silence.
Slowly, you move closer, giving him enough time to react or refuse. But to his surprise, he just lets you take the lead and wrap your arms around him.
Kirishima’s head spins. This is a step above the casual nudges and hip bumps and pressing shoulders together, and…he can’t even think anymore. He feels like the luckiest man alive.
He lifts his arms and hesitantly brushes the fabric on your upper back, where he can feel the bandages beneath. His breath hitches for a moment, but he settles his arms around your lower back.
“There we go,” you whisper. “It’s alright.”
“It…is.” He echoes, surprising himself.
For a few minutes, the two of you stay in that position. Kirishima’s breathing eventually slows—all he feels is complete, utter calm.
“Hey, Kiri?”
“Mm?”
“I may not have a hardening quirk like you, but it’ll take so much more to break me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Bakugou has literally blasted me into a wall before,” you snort at the memory. “And, I turned out fine. I’m a lot stronger than I seem, so don’t worry too much about me.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop worrying,” Kirishima sighs. “But I agree, you are strong.”
“Well, thank you,” you giggle. “I’ll take that as a compliment from the strongest hero I know.”
“You- nah. Not yet. I- Strongest? I don’t-”
“Shhh, none of that.” You smile, before glancing at the food tray you set on his desk earlier. “Now come on, let’s eat. Bakugou literally cornered me, saying that you should eat, even if it means ‘shoving it down your throat’ or something.”
Kirishima blinks. “Ah. Yes, very Bakugou.”
“Here comes the airplane!” You tease him in a singsong voice, causing him to shake his head.
“No! You don’t have to do that!” He laughs, internally thankful that you’ve managed to lighten the atmosphere. “I can eat on my own.”
“That’s good,” you comment, taking your pair of chopsticks.
Kirishima stares at you for a moment, his heart warmed by your mere existence. He really, really hopes he doesn’t do anything to hurt you again, especially with the kind of trust you’ve put in him.
And well, speaking of trust…
“I was thinking.”
Your head whips up at his sudden statement. “Yeah?”
“Do you think there’s something that could make being around me safer?”
You put your plate down, frowning. “What do you mean? You’re a safe person, Kiri.”
“I…thanks, but I’m scared that this accident might happen again. Not just with you, but the citizens. I’ll totally be more careful from now on, but what if things get really dangerous and messy? What if I make a mistake and end up hurting the people I’m meant to save? I mean, it’s not that I want to make excuses for myself, but- uh, I just…”
“No, no, I get what you mean.” You tap your chin. “Our quirks can help, but also harm. Hm, if your concern is accidentally activating your quirk in the vicinity of others…”
Kirishima almost melts under your curious stare. After a few seconds, your eyes light up.
“What about protective garments?”
“Protective garments?”
“Yeah! You could add something like a protective sleeve!” You tug at your clothing. “So, if you’re focused on rescuing civilians, you have some sort of precaution. A barrier, you know?”
“That’s…yeah. Yeah! That works!” Kirishima exclaims at the thought of a helpful addition to his costume. “I’ll talk to my costume designers or the support course! Thanks! You’re the best!”
He reaches a hand out to squeeze your shoulder, and even in his excitement, he remembers to double-check that his quirk isn’t activated. Regardless, you sit there with a grin. You don’t flinch away from his contact.
“You’re always, always, welcome, Kiri. It’s actually really cute if you get sleeves.”
“Huh, cute?”
“It kinda matches this English saying I’ve heard about. Wear your heart on your sleeve."
“Wear your heart on your sleeve…” He repeats.
“If someone wears their heart on their sleeve, it means that they openly express their emotions, which you do! You’re a really honest person, and I’ve always liked that about you. Very manly, if I do say so myself.”
Kirishima is still a little confused by the saying, but his heart stops at your compliment. (If he had Bakugou’s quirk, he might as well explode.)
The night eventually ends a lot lighter than expected. Kirishima walks you to your room, wishing you a good night's rest, and takes both your dinner plates downstairs.
The few remaining students in the common room immediately shoot him concerned looks, but they seem convinced when he smiles and says everything is alright.
Later that week, he wastes no time consulting his costume designer, who is more than happy to give their input and provide modifications.
They inform him that there isn't much they can do to save the sleeves if he has to use his quirk at maximum power, but Kirishima doesn't mind. He's grateful for any extra layer of protection.
Eventually, he receives a box full of countless protective sleeves, and on the first day he gets to use a pair, you're the first person he shows.
And of course, you can't help but laugh in delight when you see a tiny heart sewn on the inner wrist area.
pro-hero! izuku midoriya who's not as sweet and innocent as you remember him, especially when he's pinned you beneath him.
↳ 1.9k - au-based, izuku never lost ofa and became the number one hero.
↳ cw: p in v, slight teasing, dirty talk, marking, multiple/implied multiple orgasms, fingering, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl/sweetheart, aftercare, general nsfw content.
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Looking around the semi-crowded street, you let a soft hum of annoyance pass your lips as you continued forward. Due to there being hardly any criminals for the past few days, you had found yourself, yet again, on patrol on a slow day. Not only were you patrolling, but you also caught glimpses of three other pro heroes who were in the area, looking as bored as you were.
A sudden chime in your ear made you stop as you looked at the other heroes, noticing they were still patrolling and talking to citizens. How odd. Lifting your finger, you tapped on the device and placed your free hand on your hip as you continued to scan the area out of habit. "What’s up?".
"Hey, can you come back to the office? We have someone coming and we want our best hero here when they arrive". Furrowing your brows, you glanced in the direction of the voice, opening your mouth to question the communication when they spoke again, seemingly reading your mind.
"And yes, it's been cleared. We've heard it's another slow day, so there's no need for you all to be out there".
Letting out a hum, you turned on your heel and began to make your way back to the agency you were working at. "Sure you're not trying to butter me up there? I'll be there in ten".
Walking through the doors, you stretched and sighed softly, the cool air of the air con lapping against your skin felt refreshing. You had a few spare moments before heading to the meeting room, so you opted to grab a drink, making your way to the meeting room not long after.
Opening the door with a click, you noticed quite a few of the other heroes you worked alongside already there. A sea of murmurs greeted you as you greeted them back, taking your place at the side while you all waited for whoever they had made you come back for.
Up front, you saw the owner of the agency standing there with another figure by their side, most likely their assistant, who called you back. "Ahh, there you are! Now that you're here, I can introduce you to the newest hero to join us-". Your boss lifted a hand and motioned to the door as eyes followed, looking at the door that was clicking open again.
Green was the only colour you could focus on as your eyes widened. You had to be seeing things; this couldn't be real, right? You had to be in some sort of dream. Yeah, that's right, a stupid dream. You and the rest of your classmates thought he'd disappeared, seemingly moving away to the other end of the country or beyond.
No one had heard from him in years. Yet there he was, walking past you as everyone followed with their gaze. "-The number one pro hero, Deku". A confident wave and bright smile replaced the once timid movements of the young boy you remembered.
As you tried to wrap your head around what you had just seen, a group began to form around the hero with words of excitement buzzing in the air.
By the time you had managed to somewhat comprehend things, the group had disappeared, giving you the perfect time to go over and say hello to an old friend. Would he recognise you? You'd doubted it, but it didn’t hurt to see. "Well, if it isn't Izuku Midoriya in the flesh".
The sudden intrusion of your words, and the fact that his name had been used, seemed to take him by surprise as he took a closer look at your face. It took him a moment longer than usual to put the pieces together, but he got there, eyes widening as you smiled brightly at him. "Sweetheart? Is that you?".
Ever since that day when you had both been reunited, the two of you had been virtually inseparable. Spending more time together, be that on missions or in general, had resulted in the two of you becoming close again. Closer than what you both had been before.
Then came the rumours that surrounded you both, some sweet and innocent and others downright dirty. Of course, the latter made Midoriya blush. He couldn't imagine people saying those things, and yet there they were, plain as day. You were nothing more than a friend to him.
Sure, it had been a good few years since he last saw you and the rest of your friends, but he couldn't deny it even if he tried; you had become a beautiful young woman. Foreign feelings stirred deep inside of him, feelings that caused his body and mind to react in ways he hadn’t had since he was a teen. Sure, he'd had partners, but none of them fired him up the way you did.
Feelings he thought he had buried were starting to resurface all over again. Starting to increase each time he was with you until he couldn't handle them any more, the way he felt became too much to bear. Doing the only thing he could think of at that time, acting on how he felt around you, something he should have done back when you were both younger.
Everything seemed to move in a bit of a blur. One minute, you were sitting on the couch in Midoriya's house with him, TV on in the background as you both sat talking about various things. The next minute, you were on your back, pinned to the cushions as you both shared a hot kiss. The feelings that poured out between you both during that kiss had been pent up for some time.
A dark blush covered his face as he pulled back, trying to catch his breath, frame hovering over your panting form. "I can't take it anymore, princess, I need to do something".
In what felt like mere seconds to you, articles of clothing had been scattered all over the floor before thick digits thrusted into your wet cunt, walls stretching deliciously, making you whine out at the burning desire you felt again. "Hah, Izuku, please. I need you".
His fingers disappeared, causing you to whine out from the sudden emptiness before his stout cock began to press deep within you. Pressing past the ring of resistance, as desperate moans sounded.
The overwhelming feeling of Midoriya stretching you made your back arch, hips wriggling as he buried himself deep inside. The pro hero took a moment to savour the feeling of your walls pulsating tightly around his cock, your needy cunt desperately trying to keep him there.
“Shit, you’re gripping me so good, princess. Like that pretty pussy was made for me”. Those words alone had you moaning out, hands grabbing any part of him you could. You had to keep yourself sane.
With the slow pull back of his hips, you gasped slightly as the emptying feeling until you felt him thrust hard back into you. You swear if your eyes could roll any further back than they were already, they would. Bringing your legs up, you wrapped them around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as you pulled him closer to you. Your fingers dug into his forearms, nails leaving crescent moon marks as you tried to ground yourself.
Green eyes glanced at the fucked out look on your face, before dragging down your body, watching the way your tits jiggled with each desperate thrust. Watching the way your body bounced in time with his movements, and the small sheen starting to cover your body. He was eager to show you how much he needed and wanted you, even after all these years. "Fuck, why did I wait this long to get in this cunt of yours?".
The words caught you off guard as a loud mewl slipped past your lips, hands flying to his back before you dragged your nails down, red marks being left against pale skin as you arched further into his body.
You could feel that knot in the pit of your gut tighten, and you knew, knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were crying out from the pleasure. You could already hear how wet you were; messy sloshing noises only added to the way you were feeling. "Izu, fuck, I'm gonna...".
His rough thrusts never ceased as he reached between you both, pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his fingers pressed against the small bump he was creating inside you. “Come on, baby, let go for me, want to feel you all over”.
All it took was a few more harsh thrusts to have you lose your sanity, to have your back arch beautifully as you gasped out. Broken cry of Midoriya’s name sounded from your throat as your vision blurred. You were almost sure you felt some of your slick squirt out, no doubt coating not only his cock and thighs, but the sofa beneath you.
The overwhelming feeling of feeling full took over your now overly sensitive cunt, breathy moans sounding louder. “That’s a good girl, but I'm far from done, princess".
Before long, you’d lost all sense of time as you continued to be fucked senseless by the man above you.
Your legs were numb, your clit and cunt were overly stimulated, and your body began to grow tired. Despite that, you felt another wave of euphoria nearing, gripping Midoriya's arm as you anchored yourself, a strangled sob left your throat as tears slipped from your eyes. Your nails were sure to leave more marks, marks that would no doubt bleed, not that the pro seemed to mind.
Deep moans sounded from above you as you turned your watery, glassy stare to the man responsible for the state you were in. You could tell he was close as his thrusts became sloppy, desperately rutting into you as he chanced his own euphoria.
After a few more sloppy thrusts, Midoriya let out a guttural moan, hips stalling as he filled your cunt with his cum. “Fuck, that’s it, baby, take it all. Going to fill you so full you’ll be dripping me for days”. The hot fluid seeping deep within you as sparks of his quirk flashed around you both.
Lifting your arm, you brought a hand up to his face and cupped it, guiding him down to your lips as you held him close. You took a moment to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, humming softly as you mumbled against the skin. “I love you, Izuku”.
The words took him by surprise, green eyes widening as they looked down at you, face still flushed as hair clung to you, offering his own sweet smile a moment after. “I know you do, and I love you too, princess”.
Wrapping his arms around you as best he could, he pulled his cock out of you. A moan of loss sounded from you before you felt yourself being moved, held close against his chest as he carried your sore body to the bathroom, helping clean you up once you were settled in the hot water.
A thumb rubbed the small of your back in a comforting manner. No words needed to be spoken, but at that point, you both knew what you were to each other. The feelings you both held were finally shared for the other to feel.
Although you had both been caught up in the throes of pleasure a few minutes ago, nothing could have prepared you for the words that were uttered next.
"Next time, I’ll show you that blackwhip is good for something other than restraining villains, sweetheart".
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