Synopsis! Coming home early changes everything. What follows is quiet, messy, and nothing like you had expected..
Izuku Midoriya X Fem reader
Warnings! Cheating Bakugo, Angst, Smut,petnames, gaslighting, language, emotional distress, mentions of self-harm ( Help is available
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You have been stressed for weeks—too many late nights at the agency, too many missions that leave you drained, and everyone around you is noticing how tense you've become.
Today, they finally gave you a break from the usual grind: A patrol shift, something lighter, something to get your mind off of the lingering feeling, the feeling that your boyfriend Katsuki Bakugo isnt the man you think he is.
The patrol ends sooner than expected. Maybe you lost track of time? Not like you could care less anyway.. You start to head home expecting the familiar comfort of Bakugo's apartment, but the closer you get to "home," the more your thoughts linger. Maybe it's just because you're exhausted, you're overthinking to the point where you start hearing voices from outside the door, or was it moaning bouncing off of the walls?.. You freeze, your hand hovers over the doorknob, slightly turning it to the right, opening the door. The moans appear louder. Your lip starts to quiver as you walk upstairs silently. The apartment should be empty, just you and Bakugo, maybe every now and then some music, But now every footstep you make feels loud, invasive. And then it hits you.
The unmistakable sounds coming from YOUR bed, from loud grunts to hearing Bakugo's name come out of someone's mouth. It sounds like-"U-Uraraka?.." You whisper under your breath, tears start to pool in your eyes as you hear the love of your life giving himself to someone else, your stomach twists as you open the door, completely revealing a naked Bakugo and a naked Ochaco Uraraka.
You stand there. Just stand there, tears now escaping from the crevices of your eyes. You look stupid, there were so.. so many signs and you ignored them, you disregarded them, considering how much you loved him and how much you THOUGHT he loved you. Just to find out you were wrong, now he has your best friend from high school in your bed. Uraraka sees you at the corner of her eye, she flails around trying to push Bakugo off of her and find some cover for her naked body Katsuki Bakugo was on top of.
"Y/n!" Uraraka gasps, eyes wide, staring at you. Bakugo looks up and scrambles. "S-Shit! baby.. I can explain-" Bakugo breathes heavily. "Save it katsuki..." You say in defeat, Bakugo scrambles to put on some pants
You finally break down after trying to hold in your tears, "Ochaco.. i trusted you.." You grit your teeth, "katsuki i trusted you god forbid..." "How could you both?... I work my ass off every day katsuki! Every goddamn day... and this is the thanks I get? I loved you.." You just let the tears fall Bakugo rushes to you trying to wrap his arms around you, "baby im so sorry.. it was an mistake.. i lov-" you struggle to push him off, "get off of me... you dont fucking love me katsuki DONT YOU DARE LIE TO ME.." you push him off, Ochaco is wrapped up into your covers, just standing there tearing up herself, she feels horrible, honestly she wonders why she didnt confess to bakugo when she had the chance.. and maybe she wouldnt of had to ruin one of her most treasured friendships.
You collapse onto the couch outside of the bedroom loft as Ochaco scrambles, putting her clothes on quickly. You're shaking, unable to speak, every memory, the laughter, the touch, the promises, the "I love yous" every time you were intimate yourselves, felt like it was being ripped away, Bakugo's apologies hit your ears, but theyre just noise now, meaningless words floating over a chasm of betrayal you couldn't even dream had crossed. 'Im so sorry Y/n!..." Ochaco says, now fully dressed. You cant even cry anymore, You walk up to Ochaco she flinches slighty, You grab the promise ring you got on your 18th birthday Bakugo had gave to you, and put it in her hands. "Y-y/n... no.." She sobs covering her mouth Bakugo just watches in rage and silence.
You leave packing all of your clothes and blankets in a bag Without a word, Bakugo stands at the door shouting hes sorry at you, however he lets you go knowing nothing he can do or say will get you back, A tear drops down his face watching you dissapear into the night.
You have nowhere to go, your parents' house is a 2-hour drive, Its already 12 AM at night, So.. you find yourself standing outside Izuku Midoriya’s House, Considering Hes the #1 Pro hero he has a Huge Big house.. Almost intimidatingly so, Heart hammering for reasons that have nothing to do with the night’s chaos. You’ve always… liked him, quietly, secretly, a thought you shoved down whenever Bakugo was around, thinking you were a bad girlfriend for thinking about one of his friends.. But now, as tears prick at your eyes and the cold night air chills your skin, you swallow your pride.
Knocking softly, you wait. You're even upset you have to come to him because your stupid ex boyfriend just cheated on you. One more set of Tears fall from your face, embarrassed— You can’t meet his eyes fully, but you notice the surprise—and concern—flashing across his face. "Y/n whats wrong?... why are you crying?" Something in you relaxes slightly, the tension loosening just enough to let a single shuddering breath escape. "I dont wanna talk about it right now ... can i please spend the night here? i have nowhere to go..." You sob looking down, "Of course... come in..."
He steps aside, letting you into the house. The warmth hits you immediately, a stark contrast to the cold night outside and the icy betrayal you just endured. His hands are careful as he reaches out, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “Hey… it’s okay,” he murmurs softly coming up to you with open arms, You of course Accept it and lean into him. He hugs your head and strokes your hair gently, his voice steady and soothing. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”
You let yourself sink into his touch, the tears still threatening to spill over. He sits beside you on his couch, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his presence, but not so close that it feels forced. He drapes a blanket over your shoulders, and the simple gesture makes your chest tighten in both gratitude and… something else, a flutter you’ve always felt around him.
“You’ve been crying so much… I wish I could’ve done something sooner,” he says, his hand hovering over yours but not pressing, giving you the choice. “You’re okay here, You don’t have to worry about any of it tonight.”
You sniffle, letting his gentleness calm the storm inside you, though your mind keeps replaying Bakugo’s betrayal. Somehow, just being near him—the steady, unshakable Midoriya—makes the ache a little more bearable. You’ve always had a soft spot for him, even if it was buried under years of trying to be the perfect girlfriend for someone else who didnt even deserve you. "Do you want to tell me what happened?... Or do you want to forget about it for tonight?" He looks at you with gentleness and concern.
“Bakugo… he—he cheated on me.” The words fall like stones, heavy and sharp, and you can’t stop the tears from streaming down your face.
He stiffens slightly, then quickly leans closer, his voice low and steady. “Oh… Y/n… I’m so sorry. I— I can’t imagine how that feels…” His thumb brushes softly over the back of your hand, giving you permission to cry without holding back.
You shake your head, your voice breaking as you confess the part that still hurts the most. “He… he gave me a literal promise ring, Izuku… on my eighteenth birthday. And he still—he still…” Your words falter, and you cover your face with trembling hands. “I trusted him so much, and it didn’t mean anything to him.”
Izuku doesn’t say anything for a long moment—he just pulls a blanket tight around your shoulders, letting you lean against him if you want, giving you space to sob. “It’s okay,” he whispers, just holding the space for you. Your body relaxes slightly for the first time all night, the exhaustion finally overtaking the tension and heartbreak. You let yourself lean against him, eyes closing as your chest heaves with tears. Tonight, at least, you don’t have to pretend you’re okay. Tonight, someone cares, and it’s him. After a couple of minutes, you fall asleep onto him, exhausted from crying all night, your puffy cheeks stained with tears. He gently picks you up and carries you to his guest bedroom, where he sets you in the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, and he propped a pillow under your head and wrapped you up in the covers.
He stares down at you.. sighing.. with a small smile "Goodnight y/n.." he whispers as he walks to his own room,
You wake up to use the bathroom, you check your phone its nearly dead. As you sit down on the toilet, you start deleting the pictures of you and Katsuki, unfollowing him on all platforms, you start to tear up again, "Stop fucking crying y/n..." You say yourself as you slam your hands into your head. You turn to wipe just to notice there's no toiletpaper... So you look in drawers, you find some! But in the very same drawer was a whole pack of eyebrow razors, you take the toilet paper, as you swallow thickly at the sight of them, you pick one up take the cap off, and examine it..
You bounce your leg trying to steady your nerves, as you're inching closer to the skin on your thighs. *Knock* "Y/n?.." izuku says behind the closed door. You jump, scrambling to put it in a random drawer, "Are you alright?" you shudder, "yeah!! I'm okay deku, sorry i didnt mean to worry you." You get up and open the door, not noticing you left the drawer a tad bit open. Deku can see the reflection bouncing off of the razor in the drawer. He swallows thickly as his eyes scan all over your body, looking for some sort of blood or mark. He sees your arms, so he just assumes you may have thought about it.
Izuku doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at you—really looks at you—eyes soft but worried.. like he’s piecing something together he wishes he didn’t have to. His gaze flicks briefly to the drawer, then back to your face.
“Hey…” he says quietly. “Can we… can we sit down for a second?”
His voice isn’t sharp. It’s not accusing. It’s careful.
“You don’t have to explain anything you’re not ready to,” he murmurs. “But I just want you to know… I’m really glad you came here tonight.”
Your throat tightens. “I wasn’t going to—” you start, then stop, because the words feel too fragile to finish. “I know,” he says softly, not pushing. “But even thinking about it means you’re hurting more than you should have to.” He hesitates, then adds, “Would it be okay if I moved some stuff out of the bathroom?
He doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He just stands, quietly closes the drawer the rest of the way, and when he comes back, it’s like the room can finally breathe again.
Izuku sits back down and presses a glass of water into your hands. “Stay with me, okay?” “I gave him everything,” you whisper. “And it still wasn’t enough.”
Izuku’s arm tightens just a little. “That doesn’t mean you weren’t enough,” he says, voice steady, sure. “It means he didn’t deserve you Your enough for me okay?” Maybe this time you'll truly believe it.
The aftermath is louder than you ever expected.
Bakugo doesn’t take you leaving quietly. Within days, his social media turns ugly—vague posts at first, then full-blown rants masked as anger. Tweets about “ungrateful people,” Instagram stories talking about betrayal, about being “used,” about how some people don’t appreciate what they’re given. He never says your name, but everyone knows exactly who he’s talking about.
And then someone leaks it.
Screenshots. Timelines. Rumors confirmed by witnesses. The media runs with it, headlines flashing across screens: PRO HERO DYNAMITE CAUGHT CHEATING. The story snowballs fast, faster than you can process. Interviews, speculation, opinions you never asked for.
Bakugo goes silent after that.
You try to stay offline but alas, it’s impossible to ignore forever. What hurts more than his posts is how easily the world dissects your pain like entertainment. You’re painted as the heartbroken girlfriend, the collateral damage in a scandal you never wanted to be part of.
Izuku stays by your side through all of it.
Months pass, and healing comes slowly—quiet nights, shared meals, long talks that stretch past midnight. You rebuild yourself piece by piece, learning what it feels like to exist without constantly bracing for impact. Izuku becomes your constant. Safe. Familiar. Someone who never makes you feel like you have to earn kindness.
This was cut short, because someone spots you together.
A blurry photo of the two of you walking through the city, coffee in hand. Another of you laughing, leaning a little too close. The internet does the rest.
ARE MIDORIYA AND Y/N DATING?FROM BAKUGO TO DEKU?HERO LOVE TRIANGLE?
The speculation explodes overnight.
You and Izuku shut it down quickly—matching posts, simple and calm.
Nothing dramatic. Nothing defensive. Just the truth, even if it doesn’t tell the whole story. People don’t believe it, of course. They never do. But for the first time, the noise doesn’t feel suffocating. You know who you are. You know what you survived.By the time New Year’s Eve rolls around, Denki Invites you to a New years eve party everyone is invited too, big heros,owners of agencys,hell probably some undercover villians who knows, all y/n and Izuku knows, the whole thing is going to be flowing with drinks but Bakugo now feels like a chapter you’ve already closed... You step out of the bathroom of Izukus' house, pink dress flowing perfectly, the large bow at your back bouncing slightly with each step. Pink heels wrap delicately around your ankles, toes painted white, clean and soft under the light, you feel beautiful—not because anyone told you so, but because you finally believe it. Izuku looks up and freezes
His eyes widen, cheeks warming. “Wow,” he says quietly, almost to himself. Then, softer, “You look… really beautiful.” You blush, "your dont look too bad yourself Zuku.." He blushes himself at the nickname, And standing there, months removed from the worst night of your life, you realize something important— You have survived one of the lowest points of your life. You Truly Deserve to be proud of yourself.
You end up on the balcony together, the cold air biting gently at your skin. The noise of the party is muffled behind the door, fireworks echoing in the distance.
Izuku exhales slowly Laughter still coming from him. “Can I… say something kind of stupid?”
You glance at him smiling. “You’ve never said anything stupid to me.”
He smiles, but it’s nervous. “Back at U.A… I liked you. A lot.”
He looks down at his hands. “I told myself it didn’t matter. You were with Bakugo, and I didn’t want to complicate things. So I buried it.”
“I thought it would go away,” he continues quietly. “But it didn’t. Even after everything that happened… it’s still there.”
You swallow. “Izuku… I liked you back then too.”
A small laugh escapes you, shaky but real. “I just didn’t think I was allowed to.” You swallow thickly straighteneing up eyes glimmering with the light from the moon. "Everyone saw how strong you were,” he continues. “How capable. How you never backed down from anything.” He glances at you then, eyes warm. “But that’s not what made me fall for you.”
“It was the little things,” he says. “The way you checked on people after training, even when you were exhausted yourself. How you remembered everyone’s favorite snacks. How you smiled at me like I mattered, even when I was still figuring myself out with my quirk..”
His hand tightens slightly on the railing. “You were gentle in a world that isn’t. And you never made it anyone else’s responsibility to protect you—you just… chose kindness anyway.”
“I loved that about you,” he admits quietly. “I still do.”
He turns fully toward you now, voice steadier but softer. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you. None of it. And I don’t love you because you’re hurting—I love you because of who you’ve always been. Even back then.”
Your chest feels tight, but not in a painful way. More like everything you’ve been holding in finally has somewhere to go.
“I liked you too,” you admit softly, almost afraid the words might disappear if you don’t say them carefully. “Back at U.A… and after. I just didn’t think it was something I was allowed to want.” You let out a quiet, breathy laugh. “You were always so kind, Izuku. Even when you didn’t realize it.”
You glance down for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “You never made me feel like I had to prove myself. You listened. You noticed things no one else did.” Your voice wavers. “I liked the way you believed in people—even me—before they believed in themselves.”
“I still like you,” you say, more certain now. “I think I always have.”
For a moment, neither of you moves. The city hums below, fireworks echoing somewhere far away. Then Izuku steps closer, slow and deliberate, like he’s giving you every chance to pull away. His hands hover at your waist, warm but unsure.
“Can I… can I kiss you?” he asks quietly.
You nod, heart pounding. “Yeah.”
His hands settle at your waist, grounding but gentle, and he leans in. The kiss is soft—just a few seconds, careful and sincere. No rush. No desperation. Just warmth and intention, like a promise finally spoken out loud.
“Wow…” a gruff voice cuts through the moment.
You and Izuku pull apart instantly, turning toward the sound. Bakugo stands a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes burning with something bitter and defensive.
Izuku instinctively shifts closer to you. “Kacchan,” he says, calm but alert. “What are you doing here?”
Bakugo scoffs. “What, I can’t show up to a party now?” His gaze flicks between the two of you, lips curling. “Guess you moved on pretty fast.”
“You don’t get to comment on anything I do,” you snap before Izuku can respond. Your heart is pounding, but your voice doesn’t waver.
Bakugo clicks his tongue. “You left without even letting me explain. You just disappeared.”
“Explain what?” you fire back. “That I walked in on you having sex with Ochaco?” Your chest tightens, but you don’t stop. “My best friend. In our bed.”
The words hang heavy in the air.
Bakugo’s jaw tightens. “It wasn’t like that—”
“It was exactly like that,” Izuku cuts in sharply, stepping forward. “You don’t get to rewrite it, Kacchan.”
Bakugo turns on him. “Stay out of this, Deku.”
“I won’t,” Izuku says, voice steady but firm. “You say you made a ‘mistake’ like that excuses everything. Like it erases what you did to her.”
He gestures subtly toward you, protective but not possessive.
“You gave her a promise ring,” Izuku continues, eyes unwavering. “You made her believe you meant it. And then you broke your own promise.”
Bakugo’s expression falters for just a split second.
“You don’t get to act like the victim here,” Izuku adds quietly. “Not after that.”
You swallow, then lift your chin. “I trusted you,” you say, voice softer but no less strong. “And you threw it away. So whatever explanation you think you have? I don’t want it.”
Bakugo clenches his fists, frustration flashing across his face. “Tch. Whatever.”
He turns sharply and storms off, shoulders tense, pride wounded but ego still intact.
When he’s gone, Izuku exhales slowly and looks back at you. “Are you okay?” "Yeah.. more than okay.." You say grounding yourself once more, feeling relieved after saying whats been lingering on your heart since the day you left. The party noise slowly fills the space again, like the world is cautiously resuming. Izuku stays close to you, not touching, just… there. Steady, “I’m really proud of you,” he says softly. “For standing up for yourself.”
You let out a small breath. “I’m just tired of letting people hurt me.” He nods, understanding more than he says. There’s a pause—long enough that you know he’s working up the courage to speak again.
“Y/N… can I ask you something?” he murmurs.
You turn toward him. “Yeah.”
He swallows, fingers flexing nervously at his side. “I know you’ve been through a lot. And I don’t want to rush you, or make you feel like you owe me anything.” His voice steadies as he meets your eyes. “But I care about you. I’ve cared about you for a long time.”
“So…” he exhales, almost laughing at himself. “If you want—only if you want—would you maybe want to be my girlfriend?”
The question is gentle. Open. Safe.
“I’d really like that,” you say, a soft smile breaking through. “I’d like that a lot.”
Izuku’s face lights up instantly, relief and happiness washing over his features. “Yeah?” he asks quietly.
Before you leave,somehow, you and Izuku end up alone in the hallway bathroom . The music from the party hums faintly through the walls, distant and muted. You step in front of the mirror, smoothing down your pink mini ruffle dress. It’s cute—soft, flirty, you. Izuku comes up behind you without a word, hesitating for just a second before his arm slips gently around your waist. The touch is warm, grounding.
He leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, half-hiding his face. All you can see in the mirror is a mess of green curls and the way his hand fits like it’s always belonged there. You lift your phone instinctively, covering your face as you snap the photo. It’s nothing dramatic—just the two of you reflected together. His arm around you. Your dress. The quiet intimacy of the moment saying more than words ever could. You glance back at him. “Is this… okay?” He nods into your shoulder, voice soft. “Yeah. More than okay.” A few taps later, the photo is posted. No explanations. No captions defending anything. Just a simple heart.
The party noise fades behind you as you and Izuku walk home, fingers intertwined, hearts still racing from the night. The city lights blur around you, but inside, it feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you.
Once inside the house, the door clicks softly behind you, and quiet settles like a blanket. You lean against the wall for a moment, catching your breath, and Izuku mirrors you, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
“You look… really happy tonight,” he murmurs, voice soft.
You shrug, cheeks warming. “I am. I feel… safe. With you.”
His hand slides to the small of your back, gentle, almost tentative, sending warmth through your chest. He leans closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Me too,” he whispers. “I’ve wanted this… wanted you, like this, for so long.”
You trail a hand through his green hair, tugging him slightly closer. He shivers at the touch but doesn’t pull away. Your breaths sync, your heartbeats echoing in the silence, a mixture of nerves, longing, and relief.
“Can I…?” he asks quietly, voice just above a whisper, eyes locked on yours.
He moves slowly, careful, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is tentative at first—soft, short, exploratory. Three seconds, then he pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against yours again. Both of you are breathing a little heavier, but the world feels right.
“Your lips… they’re even softer than I imagined,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe.
You laugh quietly, brushing your nose against his. “I’ve thought about this for a long time too.”
He smiles, hand moving to the curve of your waist, holding you gently. You lean into him, fingers clutching at the back of his shirt, hearts still racing. The room feels warm, safe, intimate. No rush, no expectations—just the two of you finally, truly together.
You let yourself relax into his arms, closing your eyes. The night stretches on, soft touches, shy smiles, quiet whispers. Every brush of skin, every careful kiss builds something new.
Your laughing on his chest as hes carrying you in his arms, he sets you down on the bed gently he then sits next to you. "Seriously... Y/n i meant every word I said earlier... Your beautiful.." You blush at his honesty "I love you.." You say in response. You lean into him kissing him gently as you suddenly get more confident you ease into him Just a bit rougher. Izuku can feel the tent in his pants grow bigger to the point where its almost noticeable. You get a little closer to him putting your hand on his upper thigh touching the mushroom tip of his cock, You heave a bit at the sudden feeling. He stands up noticing your gasp, "Im sorry!...I didnt know that was going to happen i-" "Its okay baby.. dont worry about it! shhh.!" You blush as you grab his hand and pull him back towards you on the bed.
"Zuku... can we....?" You ask shyly, Izuku's eyes widen slightly thinking about what your asking him. "A-Are you sure you really want too?" You nod confidently he presses his nose to yours, and stares into your eyes "And your ready... You sure you are?? You nod again, He gets up and grabs a xl condom from his dresser. "C-Can i do it?..." You ask shyly not sure if he will be comfortable with it. "Of course sweetheart.." You then gather to your knees,as you gently pull down his pants, boxers with it. His cock springs out, its thick and long with prominent veins running along it, the tip is a pretty pink color #e8a5b1. Your eyes light up at the sight, "Its beautiful..." Izuku chuckles lightly pumping himself.
You then open the condom with your teeth, "T-That was so hot.." he mutters, you giggle as you then slide the condom on his hard cock thats leaking pre cum.
You give his covered length a few experimental strokes, feeling the heat through the thin latex. The sight of him, so hard and wanting for you, sends a fresh wave of arousal through your body. His breath hitches, and he gently stills your hand with his.
"Wait," he says, his voice a low, strained whisper. "If you keep doing that...this is going to be over before it even starts." You laugh sweetly
A blush creeps up his neck, but his eyes are dark with desire. He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that steals the air from your lungs. His hands roam your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips before finding the zipper of your dress. He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head. His gaze worshipful as he takes in the sight of your laced pink bra
"You're so fucking beautiful.." he murmurs again, his voice thick with emotion. He gently guides you to lie back against the pillows, kissing down your neck, he reaches for the clasps of your bra, taking it off in one swift motion, kneading your tits like dough, positioning himself above you. He supports his weight on his elbows, his green eyes searching yours one last time.
"Your turn," you murmur, your hands finding the hem of his own shirt. You help him pull it over his head, revealing the lean, sculpted muscle and years of being a pro hero. Your eyes trace the scattering of freckles across his shoulders and chest, and you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. He shivers, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair.
He gently , positions himself beside you. His lips find yours again, softer this time, more exploratory. One hand rests on your cheek while the other traces a slow, deliberate path down your neck, across your collarbone, and over the swell of your breast. His thumb brushes against your nipple, and it pebbles instantly under his touch, a soft gasp escaping you. He takes that as an invitation, dipping his head to take the sensitive peak into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the bud, teasing and tasting, while his hand continues its journey south. It skims over the soft skin of your stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties He looks up at you, his green eyes questioning, seeking permission.
You answer by nodding and lifting your hips, allowing him to slide your panties down your legs in one smooth motion. He tosses them aside, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of you, completely bare and open for him. He settles between your thighs "So fucking wet for me baby..." You whimper at his remark, his gaze never leaving yours as he lowers his head.
The first touch of his tongue against your folds is electric. It's a slow, deliberate swipe, and your back arches off the bed. He groans against you, the sound sending vibrations straight through your core. "Zuku," you breathe, your hands finding his hair, holding him to you. He takes his time, exploring you with a thoroughness that speaks to his analytical nature. He learns what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes your thighs tremble. He alternates between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and precise, targeted flicks against your clit. "Such a pretty pussy baby.... Im gonna put my fingers in okay?.." He slides one finger inside you gently, Your back arches, slowly but surely another, curling them just so to find that spot that makes you call out and your vision blur.
The pleasure builds slowly, a steady, rising tide that threatens to pull you under. Your breaths come in ragged pants, your hips rocking against his face, chasing the release that's just out of reach. "Please," you whimper, not even sure what you're begging for. "Zuku, please..."
"Use your words baby... You got it.." he coaxes, He adds a third finger, stretching you, preparing you. The combination of his mouth and his hands is almost too much. The coil in your stomach tightens, and just as you're about to tip over the edge, he pulls back.
You cry out in protest but he's already moving, positioning himself above you. He presses his nose to yours, his eyes searching yours. "I want to be inside you when you cum.." he whispers, his voice thick with need. "Is that okay?" You nod frantically
your body thrumming with unspent energy. He reaches down, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. He presses forward slowly, his gaze locked on yours as he begins to stretch you open. A sharp, brief sting makes you gasp, and he freezes instantly.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.
You take a deep breath, adjusting to the new stinging sensation. "Yeah," you breathe out. "Keep going. Don't stop."
He nods, pressing forward inch by inch until he's fully seated inside you. He stills, giving you time to get used to his size a ring of your arousal already coating the base of him. The feeling of being so completely filled by him is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a lingering ache that's already beginning to fade into something more.
He starts to move then, setting a slow, gentle rhythm. Each thrust is deep and deliberate, his cock hitting a spot inside you that sends sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans into your neck.
"Y/n... you feel... so good," he pants against your skin. "So tight... so perfect."
His words send a shiver through you, and you meet his movements, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. "Zuzu... fuck!..." you squeal The pace quickens, the gentle rocking becoming a more desperate, primal rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of your shared breaths, the slap of his balls hitting your clit and your soft moans.
One of his hands snakes down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He rubs slow, firm circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, "right there..." You say breathlessly "right here?.." Izuku asks, your back arches off the bed. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, a coil of heat tightening in your core.
"Zuku... I'm... I'm close," you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Let go for me, baby," he urges, his voice strained. "Cum for me.. I'm right here with you."
His thumb presses down a little harder, and that's all it takes. The coil snaps, and your orgasm crashes over you in a powerful wave. Your vision whites out as your body convulses, a cry of his name tearing from your throat. The feeling of you clenching around him pushes him over the edge, and with a deep groan, he buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.
He collapses onto you, his weight a comforting presence as you both struggle to catch your breath. After a moment, he rolls off you, sliding the condom off of his cock and tying it in a knot before pulling you into his arms. He tucks you against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You did so good for me baby" he presses a kiss to your lips "You were amazing yourself thats the best ive ever had like.. ever..." You giggle pressing your thighs together at the feeling of being empty and throbbing.
You lie there on izukus bicep, tangled in the blankets and his arms Tv running in the background with some netflix show, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Izuku’s hand gently strokes your hair, soft and steady, and you feel warmth radiating through your chest.
“You okay sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice low and careful, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Do you want water… or a blanket… or anything?”
You shake your head softly, leaning into his chest. “No...Just… stay with me,” you whisper.
He smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Of course,” he says, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to say a word.”
Minutes pass in comfortable silence, just the two of you breathing together, hearts still fluttering. Every now and then he murmurs little things—soft “are you sure?”s, “do you want anything?”s—checking in without making you feel pressured.
Finally, you close your eyes, curling closer into him, and for the first time in a long time, you feel completely safe.
“I love you,” he whispers against your temple, and it’s soft, quiet, and real.
“I love you too,” you reply, voice small but certain, drifting toward sleep with him holding you like he never wants to let go.
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