hi! you should maybe consider a hyperspermia izuku oneshot? 😓😓
⋮ so soaked .ᐟ izuku midoriya
╰ 18+ MDNI. light drinking, pool party!, reader in a bikini, reader with boobs and a butt (size not specified), jealousy, keeping quiet, hyperspermia, male masturbation, ← making you watch, following directions, nipple play (reader), blow job, cum eating (both parties), head pushing if you squint
“izuku? are you hard right now?”
izuku’s mind isn't as sharp as usual tonight. the stale canned beers he sipped throughout the night nipping at his tastebuds, pink tongue swiping across the bottom of his swollen lip as he attempts to focus on what you’re saying. he frowns, blown pupils lazily following along the invisible trail where your pointed finger leads towards, landing at the center of his swim trunks.
it wasn’t like izuku to sneak off with you, especially like this. popsicle stained fingertips interlocked as you tiptoed upstairs, staining the carpet with matching footprints each step you took into the dark hallway. he made sure no one saw the two of you slip away or the uncomfortably hard situation throbbing between his legs, quietly leaving your trashed friend group downstairs none the wiser to the situation now unfolding in kaminari’s spare bedroom.
it feels like forever once he’s gazing back up in your direction, double vision causing the pale four walls to appear as if they’re closing in on him. stumbling backwards, he not so gracefully steadies himself, the undersides of his knees thankfully biting into the footboard of the mattress, wooden grain cold to his damp skin.
you looked incredible right now. the yellow hum of the overhead light pouring over your soaked features, lips pursed together in a glossy pout, most likely upset due to your socialization coming to an abrupt end, but even better when he sat down; eye line directly level to your tits, the flimsy strings looking easy enough for him to tug at.
he’s been hard all fucking day. from the very moment you walked out in your bikini, he knew he’d end up in trouble, the little garment clinging to your skin in a way that made him sick.
sick of the way he kept catching his friends staring at you, nauseated at the way they continued to gawk once he’d catch them in the act. you were blissfully unaware that you had eyes glued to the back of your ass head all day long, but izuku? oh did he notice.
he couldn’t help it. it was his job to protect you regardless, yet the open staring from his friends towards his half naked lover only made his cock grow harder, fumbling with the elastic waistband and flipping his drippin’ tip upwards in a poor job of trying to hide it.
they can look, but they can’t touch. a weird feeling of jealousy bubbling under the surface of his gut, yet pride quickly took over his body, swallowing his sour heart full once he realized you were only ever looking back at one person.
him.
“i, uhm…” he clears his dry throat, running a hand through the damp green curls at the nape of his neck, looking everywhere but that damned bikini, “…sorry, i couldn’t help myself.”
“so you dragged me all the way up here to fix your problem?” you step forward, knees kissing his own, “you know, you could’ve ran to the bathroom and took care of this yourself.”
you look so cute when you’re pretending to be angry, eyebrows furrowed, goose bumped arms crossing over your waist, nipples hard in your damp bikini.
it’s like you’re holding a bone over a dogs head, and izuku begins to wonder if you picked the emerald two piece out with him in mind. it makes his cock twitch.
“i know i just…” he responds, thick scarred fingers extending over your hip to close the gap, lips only beginning to move when you reluctantly press into him, “…i’ve missed you a lot today.”
“missed you too izuku,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck, breathing into the chlorine scented skin and kissing his jawline, “was hoping you’d come steal me away from everybody anyways.”
“mmm? guess you got pretty lucky then,” he teases, the tips of his ears down to his freckled cheeks burning crimson once he’s feeling your mouth pepper wet kisses down his neck, sighing when your milky canines graze the sensitive spot behind his ear, “everyone was looking at you tonight, i had to do something.”
your movements stop at that, breath tickling his earlobe, “is that a problem?”
izuku’s mouth goes dry, feeling as if he could cum on the spot just from your words alone, cock straining in his shorts and fluttering little signals from his tip just begging to be released.
he doesn’t know what to say. so he answers your question with another question, stumbling over his words and pushing back on his hands, large chest practically filling up the small mattress, “do you want it to be?”
.
izuku desperately hopes no one comes up the stairs looking for the two of you, swim shorts discarded on the floor next to the bed post, his bare cock flushed and slapping up towards his belly button.
unsure if it’s the girth or the sheer amount of cum built up inside of him being the culprit weighting his shaft downwards, his tip weeps for you; slit pointing in the direction of where you’re sat in front of him, legs crossed and hands spayed over his thighs, watching his cock cry out for your relief inches away from your face.
“w-want my help?” you stutter, maw slacked as he’s swirlin’ his hand around his beet red tip, the angle showing you just how he enjoys stroking his cock in your lonesome, long thick digits caressing downwards to grip at his wide shaft.
“nuh-uh baby,” he sighs, shaking his head, “want you to sit here and look at what you did.” izuku’s voice is laced in a layer of honey sap, words causing your cunt to grow uncomfortably squishy between your legs, thighs clenching together in second nature.
he slowly moves his fist back up to his tip, thumb rubbing around the slit and collecting the wad of glistening pre that weeps from it, coating the head completely with the thick liquid.
he was always like this. cock head just as soaking as your pitiful pussy. your nails dig into his thigh, mouth salivating at how painfully hard he is. “you’re acting like it’s my fault,” whispering, your voice is so quiet your sure he couldn’t hear it.
“well yeah baby,” his squelching movements halt, jaded irises meeting yours, “it is your fault.” he’s reading your expression intently, focusing on the slight hint of lust taking purchase in your fingertips, scarred skin dimpling once you're pressing into it—surely to keep you from falling face first into his thick cock.
izuku hisses at the feeling, wondering how your fingertips would feel digging into his cock instead. it makes the head pulsate, fat gleam of spittle pouring out the slit. “see how wet you make me?”
“y-yeah,” you agree, head nodding and eyes sparkling, “you’re soaked.”
soaked he is, clear liquid so sopping it drips down to his pelvis, salty substance so abundantly filthy you can practically taste it. izuku knows exactly how to put on a show, teasing his cock just as if you’d do it, hand swiveling around the shaft like a joystick just to squeeze at his tip, repeating the motions until the sounds fill the room.
but izuku needs more.
“fuck…” he mutters, greedy gaze eyeing the same bikini that got him in this mess in the first place, free hand reaching out to pull the strap down your bare shoulder, “…take your top off.”
he says it like it’s a demand, knowing you’ll listen to him because you have to, wide eyes leveling with you on the decision he already made for you; only waiting on you to catch up.
“w-what?” like when headlights meet deer, your eyes widen, looking up at him in confusion, “izuku, i didn’t bring a change of clothes and—”
“—don’t worry about that right now,” he cuts you off, notching a finger around the strap and pulling it backwards, letting go with a sharp ‘snap’ to the skin of your arm, “it’s your fault anyways, isn’t it?”
you don’t respond, stomach swirling once you’re sitting up, reaching behind and pulling the snug knot free, damp fabric falling on your thighs.
his jaw clenches, scarred fingers following the trail of goosebumps that lead from your shoulder towards your breasts, stopping right below the slope. when you’re believing he’s about to finally touch you, he stops, dropping his hand down to the bikini top, picking it up.
izuku wraps the garment around his cock, hips jerking once the fabric scratches at his sensitive tip, words shaky, “touch them for me. d-do it like i’d do it.”
biting your lip to keep the feeble moans falling from them, you bring a cautious hand up to your right breast, swirling your finger around your nipple.
‘just like he’d do it’ repeats over and over again in your whooshing mind, feeling the skin pebble beneath delicate fingerprints, sighing into the feeling.
izuku’s hand picks up, fucking his cock stupid with your top, watching the way you tease yourself. he’s taught you well.
“fuck, so pretty baby,” he goads, balls tightening as he approaches his orgasm, hand squeezin’ down roughly in hopes of starving it off, “it’s cold in here, yeah?”
you hum, hand squeezing the fat of your tit, eyein’ the way he’s watching you like a hawk. “warm me up?”
“fuck—come here, honey.”
izuku’s hand falls off his cock, bikini top long forgotten as his arms surge you forward, lips clumsily falling into yours. the kiss is all teeth and moans, sloppy sounds filling your swooshing eardrums as he bites down on your lip, spit-coated tastebuds exploring your own.
you wanted to eat him alive. depriving you of stimulation, the ache deep inside your core is almost painful, whining once his tongue slips past your lips. they fight for dominance and he lets you win, sucking on his tongue as if it was his cock, giggling when he grunts and gasping when his soaked head hits your thigh.
he tastes like the beer you hate; the bitter malt leaving a sour taste on your tongue, face scrunching.
izuku’s unoccupied hand pulls you away by the jaw, mirroring your expression. “what’s that face for?”
“tastes funny.”
a breathless laugh sighs from his lungs, slapping his cock against your thigh, letting the tip trace a clear path of slick down the flesh, “how about you kiss me someplace else then?”
you didn’t wait for him to tell you twice, leaning forward and placing a fat kiss to the bottom of his cherry colored tip. he always tastes good, way better than the cheap beer kaminari stocks his fridge with, and you can feel your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you pop him into your mouth, lips hugging the head flush to your tongue.
“be gentle, i’m close,” he guides, thumb trailing the line of your jawline to the nape of your neck, holding you in place.
“that’s okay,” you smile, hollowing your cheeks and taking him down your throat.
it’s messy, slobber and pre-cum mixing together inside your mouth, the thick consistency slipping past gaped lips and coating the sides of your cheeks.
it’s easy to help him out when he’s like this, assertive and quiet, letting you go at your own pace to get what he wants, sucking the tip like an ice cold lolly—stickiness included.
izuku’s breathing picks up, sculpted tummy tensing and freaking out, legs shaking beside you. he attempts to hold back the noises begging to slip out of his mouth, stifling curses with grunts.
your hands squeeze around his shaft, girth leaving gaps in your closed fists, moving up and down, up and down, batted lashes peering up at him.
his head is hung towards the ceiling, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows his moans, voice whimpering. “i’m close, fuck—gonna make a mess.”
you place one firm kiss to his tip, hand gripping roughly around his shaft, swollen lips murmuring, “please?”
when he cums, it’s always in abundance. cockhead shooting thick wads of seed all over your face, it’s hard to pull away from it, especially when his hand presses your mouth against it, forcing the tip back down your throat.
he’s looking down at you now, freckled face directly above the top of your head, holding you all the way down on his cock.
it’s hard to breath through the liquid spilling down your tongue, yet izuku encourages you, petting the sides of your temples in his hands.
“that’s it,” he moans, watching the way your cheeks bulge, cock still leaking down your throat, milky liquid spilling from the sides.
he swipes it up, hooking the coated finger into the side of your mouth, pressing past his cock to stick it down your throat. “take it, c-can’t leave anything behind, gotta clean me up.”
izuku’s been saving it for you. of course he’d prefer filling your cunt with his abundance of seed, cum webbin’ deep inside your withering walls, but he’d settle for this, watching you choke on his syrupy sap begging for air.
painting your perfect face with his cum, claiming that pretty lil’ mouth shoved full of cock, feeling the rivets of cum shoot down your throat, gooey mushroom tip hitting the roof of your mouth.
you gag around it, the sheer abundance overwhelming coating your face, dripping past your cheeks and down your neck.
“look who’s messy now.” he remarks, pulling you off of him. he lazily jerks his shaft, pulling the rest of his cum from his balls, letting the tip shoot down the valley of your breasts, clear warm liquid pumping down towards your bellybutton, “shows your all mine.”
“we’re both messy izuku,” you grin, two fingers swiping through the liquid on your belly, collecting a thick glob of cum and leaning over his bare chest, “wanna help me clean it up?”
izuku’s flushed face shines back at you, lips colliding with your fingertips, popping them into his mouth, groaning at the taste, “of course, baby.”
a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :< catching up on requests this weekend hehe ty for requesting ty for reading i love you all xx
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