Can we also catch print on Izuku👀👀👀👀👀👀??
𐔌 catch print w/ i. midoriya .ᐟ ֹ ꒱ִ
꒰ cw: 18+, college!au, suggestive, teasing, awkward, pervy!slightly mean?!shy!fem!reader, curious!teasing!izuku (possibly ooc), pre-relationship
i don’t see why not … heh. this makes up for katsuki’s pt.2 okay? okay.
the study session in izuku's dorm room had started innocently enough. textbooks spread out on the bed, notes scribbled in his oddly neat handwriting, the faint hum of the air conditioner cutting through the conversation that had already drifted somewhere else— something about training schedules, hero internships— but it all blurred together into background noise.
“…and if you look at the way he angles his shoulder before impact, it’s actually really efficient for minimizing recoil, like—”
izuku is mid-ramble, notebook half open in his lap, fingers tapping against the page like he’s already thinking three steps ahead of what he’s saying.
you are listening, you swear you are, or at least— you were.
“…it also probably reduces long-term strain on the joints, which is something a lot of pro heroes overlook, especially with—”
your eyes wander, not even on purpose at first— just a brief glance downward that stays a moment too long…
it’s really subtle. you tell yourself that, at least. just a quick glance, nothing too obvious— your eyes tracing the shape outlined through his sweats, your brain filling in the rest.
you were a shy perv at heart, always stealing glances when you thought no one noticed, especially during these close-quarters study marathons with izuku.
he shifted in his seat on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs casually as he flipped a page in his hero ethics textbook. that's when you noticed it again— your gaze falling back into his lap. it wasn't blatant, but in the way he sat, thighs slightly parted, it was impossible to ignore.
you don’t even realize how long you’ve gone quiet.
your eyes locked on the faint bulge, you really couldn't help but categorize it in your mind, just like you did with every other guy you'd ever caught a glimpse of during these sneaky catch print sessions.
izuku’s? definitely a b— maybe pushing a d. the way it sat so pretty made your mouth go dry. you often imagined how it would feel, like how it would stretch you—
“…and that’s why i think—” he stops, the words just… cut off.
“uh... everything okay?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, voice soft but careful in that way that makes it obvious he’s replaying the moment.
you blink, snapping back up and he’s staring at you.
you’ve been caught. izuku's green eyes fixed on you from behind his book, catching you mid-stare, a small, awkward smile tugged at his lips. the air thickened with that awkward exchange, his gaze holding yours a second too long before finally speaking again.
"…did i lose you?" he asked, voice soft and genuine, tilting his head slightly. he uncrossed his legs slowly, letting the movement draw your gaze back down once again without realizing it. the bulge shifted, growing just a fraction under your lingering attention.
“what? no—” you answer too fast, shaking your head. “you’re fine, i’m listening.” you swallow hard, heat flooding your face as you tore your eyes away, fiddling with the edge of your notebook. gosh, you were such a perv— staring like that, ranking him in your head while he sat there all oblivious. "i, i just was… zoning out,” you mumbled, barely audible.
he hums, but it’s not convinced. his gaze dips then lifts again, and there’s a flicker of realization that settles in slowly, like pieces clicking into place. his brow then furrowed a little, like he sensed something off.
“you keep— um… looking down there,” he adds innocently, a little unsure, glancing at his lap. "is... is there something on my pants?" his freckled cheeks flush pink, his hands hovering uncertainly as if to check, but he hesitates, too polite to pat himself down in front of you.
your stomach twisted all kinds of ways with a mix of embarrassment, he had no idea whatsoever. biting your lip, you decided to test the waters, voice shaky and quiet. "no, it's not that. it's... um, catch printing." you just blurt out, wanting to move past this.
the bold and suggestive admission hangs there in the air, a little too much for how shy you usually are. it then led directly to the awkward silence that made you unconsciously rub your thighs together due to his unspoken curiosity mirroring your own pervy interest.
izuku blinked, head cocking to the side like a confused puppy. "catch... printing,” he repeats slowly, brows pulling together. “what's that? like, some kind of hero analysis thing?" his tone was so earnest, green eyes wide and curious, making your core clench at how adorably clueless he was about the dirty turn your mind had taken.
you dared to glance at him, only to look away just as quickly. “it’s stupid,” you mutter, shifting on the bed to ease the growing ache between your thighs. “…and not exactly,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
you hesitate, already regretting opening your mouth, but he’s watching you in that intent way of his, like he actually wants to understand. "it's basically when you... sneak a look at a guy's bulge,” you then gesture vaguely. “then guess the size. people rank it, with like letters or whatever. it’s a tiktok thing.”
his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. "rank it? my... dick?" he stammers, a soft chuckle leaving him as his hands drop to his thighs while he looks down at the obvious tent in his sweats and that telling upward arc. you could see it twitch under his gaze, his flustered reaction only fueling your shy, perverted curiosity.
"y-yeah," you admitted, voice breathy and quiet, unable to stop your eyes from flicking back down.
izuku let out another breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, but there was a spark in his eyes— flustered, yeah, but intrigued too. he leaned forward a bit, elbows on his knees now, making the bulge more prominent. "so... what'd you rank mine? if you were, uh, catch printing." his voice dropped, a teasing lilt sneaking in despite the blush, like he was testing you back, the unspoken curiosity bubbling up in his awkward smile.
“izuku!” you choked on your words, but the perv in you won over the shyness. "an a," you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "definitely an a!”
“i’m just asking!” he exclaims, playfully raising his hands defensively. then, he groans softly, flashing a grin as his hips shift involuntarily, the bulge jumping visibly as he hardens fully under your gritted out words. “an a? and what is that, hm?” he bites his lip, his eyes darting to yours with bold curiosity.
the teasing made your breath hitch, heat pooling low in your belly. he was so open about it now, flustered grin turning annoyingly playful. you fidget where you’re sitting, fingers twisting into your lap. “it’s nothing!— i wasn’t seriously—”
“you were,” he interrupts again, this time with a softer tone. “…so,” he begins, his voice now quieter, “when you were looking…” he shifts again as he repositions on the bed. “…were you guessing,” he continues, his voice a bit unsteady as he readjusts, “or were you trying to be certain?”
you blink at him, narrowing your eyes, unsure of where he’s going with this. “because those feel like two different things,” he adds quickly, over-explaining now, but he doesn’t stop. then, after a small pause, he murmurs, “if you were trying to be sure,” his eyes flicking up to meet yours again, “you could’ve just asked.”
izuku then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats, tugging just enough to tease the line of dark hair trailing down. "cause if you're that curious about my ‘a-rank’... maybe you should see it for real, confirm the details up close, yeah?”
