tags: fluff, halloween party mentiones of violence, shinso is THIRSTYYYY...for juice obviously, underage drinking! very important!
warnings: UNDARAGE DRINKING!!!! do not do that shit
word count: 4k+(shorter ik)
all my stuff is cross-posted on AO3 under the same names and there is a whole fic with world building aswell if you wanna read more of my stuff. as allways have fun and comment what you liked,,
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Ahh, Halloween night. My favorite time of year when the days get cooler and the public gets ghostlier. Excitement floods the streets on October 31st. And the costumes! Big and small, elaborate and simple. Costumes, as you know, are an important part of Halloween.
Especially when you have someone to partake in mischievous ideas with, or romantic ones. I don't judge.
But that only really works when both parties know what the theme is, or have any sort of communication skills whatsoever.
“What. Are. You. Wearing!?”
“What are you… wearing?”
I gawked in disbelief at Zuzu’s costume. “When I said Harley Quinn was a clown,” I said using my hands as emphasis. “I meant that she’s aesthetically a clown, a jester if you may… Not bobo the fool!” I complained, flicking the comically large red nose that bounced back with a honk.
“Well… then…maybe you should be more specific next time.” He said defensibly, crossing his arms and turning away from me.
“I could zuzu, baby, my dear baby boy, OR maybe you could use the phone your mother bought you and LOOK IT UP! I'm the joker, you're Harley Quinn, you could have at least looked up a reference photo!” I shouted through gritted teeth before dragging my hand down my face. “You better not be playing me just cuz you don't wanna go socializing.”
“I'm not playing anything.” He replied smoothly, too smoothly.
I narrowed my eyes at him, not believing it for a second.
“Okay maybe a little bit.”
“oh come on! We’ve got 10 minutes before we have to leave to make it to Kiri’s house.” I saw the gears start turning in his head, trying to find a way to somehow transform a children's clown into a sexy male jester. “On time.” I added, promptly stopping his thought process. “And NOW you wanna cop out?”
“I know, but training was hard today. Mr. Aizawa woke up in a bad mood an-”
“Zuzu, I know…I was there, and PT wasn’t even that hard! It was strength training, you do that shit on a daily basis!”
“Right! I forgot…”
We stared at each other in silence. He twirled his thumbs under my annoyed gaze, eventually breaking eye contact.
“Why are you even fighting so hard for us to stay home? You’re not turning into a NEET are you?” I joked, putting my hands on my hips.
“No…” His eyes flickered up and down my body, taking in my joker ‘inspired’ costume. (I took quite a lot of creative liberty) a scarlet flower of blush bloomed on his face. “I-i’m just wor-worried about the-the weather…?” he said unsurely, stuttering.
“bold-faced lie.”
“Wha-! How!?”
“You only stutter when you're lying or doing something that you’re not supposed to do.”
He visibly deflated, staying silent.
“Oh come on! Just tell me and we can work around it.” I didn't know why he was being so weird about this. It was one thing about Mina’s birthday party because hers was held at a concert so i could understand that. I can see that some people don’t like crowds or loud music (even though those are my two favorite things) but this party was at Kirishima's house, there's not going to be anyone other than people we already know!
Zuzu mumbled something under his breath, shifting uncomfortably.
I leaned in a bit, to hear him. “What happened? I couldn't hear ya.”
“Do I really have to say it out loud?” he complained. “Its-!” he vaguely gestured at my outfit. I looked down, wondering if I already had a wardrobe malfunction but everything looked fine.
“I really don’t understand what you mean bro.” I shrugged, shaking my head in true confusion.
“...its…because you look really… pretty…to me and i know my classmates, i know k- some of them can’t help themselves and…” He trailed bashfully, his face as red as his clown nose.
It took me a second to realize what he meant, but when it sank in my heart fluttered a bit. I mean who wouldn't? He was getting jealous before we even left the house.
A small laugh escaped me as I took his face in my hands, gently squeezing his cheeks. “You, have nothing to worry about. Especially when it comes to our relationship bookie.” I tapped him on his nose and I could damn near see hearts in his eyes. “Who else in our class can pick me up?”
“Katchan.”
“First of all, he’s not allowed.”
“Kirishima.”
“He’s gay, but still not allowed”
“...Sato!”
“Really? We barely talk to each other, and he’s not allowed.”
Zuzu struggled to find his next excuse. I waited patiently for the soon to be admitted defeat.
“Uh, uhm… Mr. Aizawa.”
I deadpanned at him, he was really trying to stretch this out.
“Stop, just stop. The correct answer is no one! No one but you is allowed to pick me up that means that no one but you.” i poked him on his nose, “deserves to love me.” I finished my sentence with a dramatic flourish that put a small smile on his face.
“So can we go now?”
“yeah.”
The cold air nipped at my legs, my purple striped shorts already rode up my ass on the ride here, my purple and black striped thigh highs were a bit too tight(on purpose), my purple corset hugged my figure and my unbuttoned green blouse le in the chilly october air but it only made the outfit hotter so I damn sure wasn't going to fix it.
Don't judge me, it's the one day a year I get to dress like a hoe.
I'ma enjoy it.
Zuzu noticed, and like the sassy asshole he is, murmured “A hoe never gets cold huh?”
I kissed my teeth, lightly rubbing my exposed thighs. “Shaddup.” We walked up to the front door of Kiri’s house. Sounds of partying and music boomed loud and clear from the other side of the door so to keep Zuzu from spiraling into the ‘I told you to bring a jacket' speech I knocked on the door.
Almost immediately it swung open, bright colors strobed from inside as a very irritated Akuma greeted us. I was almost transfixed in the energy as we stepped inside.
He was wearing a green jacket, a collar and wolf ears. A sad excuse for a costume.
“Nerd,” He gruffly acknowledged Zuzu, looking me up and down. “Didn’t think you’d bring your whore.” he smirked, watching my facial expressions carefully.
“Dont be mad cuz all this,” I gestured to my costume. “Is not yours anymore boo.” I sassed as I brushed past him, holding tightly to Zuzu’s hand.
“Better a whore than a bitch anyways.” I said over my shoulder. He racked his head for another insult but me and Zuzu were already heading deeper into the house.
Okay, so admittedly…there were a lot more people than I thought we're going to be there.
The entire two story apartment was packed nearly wall to wall with people. Some I knew, some I recognized and some I knew Fuck all about. But one thing for certain, two things for sure is that no matter the amount of people, I will always want to dance.
As we entered the kitchen, there were only about three or four other people hanging out and sipping on red solo cups. It was arguably the quietest area. It made Zuzu visibly relaxed with the low noise level and I instantly made a beeline for the fridge. looking for some juice to get the party started.
As I rooted through it, someone cleared their throat pointedly. My head jerked towards the noise, my hands still in the fridge. I peeked over the fridge door and leaning on his elbows on the counter was Shinso.
He was wearing a baggy black shirt with some metal logo, equally baggy pants and cat ears…
Really, does he think that counts as a costume?
“Didn't know you’d be here.” He said, his eyes traced up and down my body. “Or alone.” I caught his eye and he looked away, trying to look as unbothered as possible.
“Oh bitch please, do I really look like somebody who would miss a party?” I stood up, opening up my arms and holding a bottle of juice in each hand to show off my costume. “Or stay alone for more than 5 minutes?” I added on, setting the bottles down next to him.
“No, but there's a first time for everything.”
“That time ain't now, I look too fine not to have someone under me.” I shimmied a little, laughed and grabbed a cup. I've been to Kirishima's house enough to know where everything is. Mainly because mina and denki keep inviting me to study sessions that end up turning into hang out sessions. Most of the time it's at Kiri's house but there was one time we held it at Akuma's house. The study session was going fine until I flirted with his mom…now they're only held at Kiri's house.
While my hand was in the cabinet I figured I'd better grab another cup for Shinso since I was already making some. I put the glasses down, and poured my cup, nudging his towards him. He looked between me and the cup
I relaxed against the counter, my back to the cabinets. “Never seen a cup before?” I placed it in his hands. “no- I mean, yes. Of course i've seen a cup before.” He stumbled, quickly making himself a cup of juice.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Zuzu staring daggers at Shinso. His eyes burned over the round edge of the bulbus clown nose. “Well now that I know that you're drinking something, I'ma go shake my ass.” I gave Shinso a two finger salute as I pushed myself off the counter, waltzing over to Zuzu. My long green twin braids swayed with each step as we locked arms and left the kitchen.
I mingled around the house as the hours passed, losing izuku at some point to some dude game that Akuma dragged him off to, to become a ‘real man’. I meandered onto the dance floor, finding Mina in a dead cheerleader costume. Although , like me, she had also taken some creative liberties. She was wearing a green and orange miniskirt with ripped sparkly tights and a ripped crop top. She topped the outfit off with dirty pom poms and fake blood.
“Hey girl~” we booty bumped as a hello.
“Wassup!” she squealed, practically jumping on me. “Loving the costume, sexy joker?”
“You know it! The makeup took me days because I couldn't find the right shade to not make me look covered in bad sunscreen.”
“Thats so real, trying to find a grey that actually had good coverage was a literal nightmare.”
“Shit, i mean, we made it though. And your makeup looks delicious. I swear I could just bite yo lil ass.” i joked, pinching her cheeks as she frantically tried to stop me. (to no avail but it was a good try)
“Girl stawp,” she looked around me dramatically, her smile turning nosey. “Wheres your little man?” she asked instigatively.
“Girl, I told you not to call him that.” I swatted her on her arm as we vibed to the music. “And for your information, Katsuki took him away to some dumb ‘manly shit’” i rolled my eyes just thinking about it. “And while you askin questions, where's your lil girl hmm?” i looked her up and down, Uraraka was nowhere to be found. She sighed and told me that she had taken it upon herself to go beat the guys at whatever they were doing. I snickered.
“But thats enough about our dates, you wanna dance girl!?” she asked, grabbing my hand.
“Hell yah!”
We danced in the large crowd of people for a while, I felt that I had eyes on me but I ignored it until some guy tried to grab my ass and she had to stop me from pounding him into the dirt. After that i took a break from dancing and rehydrated as i talked with Jiro and Tokoyami near the DJ booth (i said kirishimas house was fucking huge.) After adding essentially my entire liked playlist into the queue, (not like it was any different from the 80’s halloween rock that was already playing. Afterwards, I played with some of the aquatic animals in the pond behind the house with Tsu.
She was dressed as aquaman(girl). She wore a teal skirt with scaly blue leggings, a glittery yellow blouse and light blue converse. We had a lot of fun chatting about ponds and frogs and amphibians and such but I nearly got splashed by one of our small pond dwelling friends one too many times and decided to take it back inside when suddenly-
“BEER PONG!”
A suspiciously overly peppy uraraka who was dressed as a football coach hung from my arm after practically jumping on me as i entered the kitchen again to grab some water. “Beer pong?” I smirked,flicking the brim of her hat. Her costume looked like it was bought straight from scarry halloween. The oversized orange and white polo with jorts and matching hat really sold the aesthetic. “Uraraka, don't tell me you played with those degenerates!?” i said dramatically as she slumped against the kitchen island.
“De-*hic* degenerates!? You mean losers.” she declared, puffing out her chest, her small whistle jostling with the movement. “If you’re the winner i would hate to see how the loser looks.” i grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a roll of crackers to give to uraraka.
I tossed them at her and it hit her right in the face before dropping into her hands. She fumbled with it before managing to open it. “T-Than*hic*k you y/n~” she slurred, stuffing her mouth full of crackers.
“No problem, someone has to be sober,” i shrugged. “By the way, did you see izuku anywhere? I haven't seen him since akuma dragged him off to ‘become a man.’” i asked, sipping on my water. She paused, looking hesitant. My eyes narrowed.
“What did he do?” i pressed, she looked away from me, it gave me all the answers i needed.
“Im gonna kick bakugous ass.” i growled as i stormed out of the kitchen.
“OI, Bakugou!” i shouted, throwing open the door to a side living room. In the room there was a huge ping pong table smack dab in the middle, with couches surrounding it. Red solo cups, suspicious spills and ping pong balls littered the floor.
Currently denki, who was in a vampire costume and sero, who was in a spiderman costume, were playing each other, denki losing very badly and noticeably leaning on the table for support. Both of them were piss drunk, their faces were bright red, as was everyone else in the damn room.
On the couches laid Kirishima, dressed as a sexy fireman, and bakugou, cuddled up together watching something on one of the mounted tv’s. I couldn't tell if the blushing was from being drunk or from being gay as hell.
I scouted the room, Ojiro, Koji and Sato sat by one of the windows speaking soberly about something, IIda was laid out on a recliner, dead sleep and also piss drunk. Its a miracle he didn't have a heart attack when he came in here.
But one person i noticed a lack of was izuku. My blood ran cold as i stomped over the couch and stood in front the tv.
“*hic*, Oi extra get out the fuckin way.” Bakugou complained, half sleep and missing the normal bite in his voice. “T-tryna watch a- a somethin.” he mumbled, turning to snuggle into Kirishima's chest. I gave kirishima the side eye and he shrugged, looking slightly less drunk than his ‘boyfriend’ “can’t handle his drinks as well as i can.” he said nonchalantly
I cant deny, they were cute together and i was definitely going to snitch to mina about this later if they even remember it. I took my phone out and snapped a quick picture, Kirishima smiled at the camera, sharp teeth in full display. But regardless of how cute they were, i needed to find my boyfriend now.
“He can't handle his liquor but he drags izuku into it?” i questioned, kirishima averted his eyes. He definitely had something to do with it. “Was beer pong your idea?” i deadpanned, he chuckled, “kinda.” i sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Well hope you enjoyed it because once i find Izuku im gonna have some words with you, and by the looks of it so will Iida.” i said with my hands on my hips. His smile wavered and his paled a little bit, he was nervous.
Good.
“Now where the hell is Izuku?” i demanded. From behind me I felt an arm drape across my shoulder.
“well he-lo sexy~”
I rolled my eyes, I didn't even have to look to know who was practically hanging off my shoulder. “Hi Denki, nice to see you too.” I said sarcastically, brushing his hand from my shoulder.
“Oh c’-*hic* c’mon don't be like that baby” He tried to put his hand back and I grabbed it, staring into his eyes. “Touch me again and you lose your jerkin hand.” I growled, his pupils dilated and he quickly took his hand back. I smirked, crossing my arms and he blushed harder than a bushel of habanero peppers.
Little freak.
A small smile slipped onto my face, Denki might be a little flirt but one thing he loves more is being threatened. It's fun to toy with him when his inhibitions get a little loose. Half because I like seeing the fearful look of his wide eyes and trembling body and half because I get to snitch to Jiro later and watch that go down.
“S-sorr-*hic*-y.” I bit back the threatening grin itching to show and sighed instead. “I don't know how you do that without worrying about izuku beatin your ass into the ground.”
“You came here with Deku!?” His eyebrows practically shot to the ceiling, causing my eyebrows to crease in concern.
“Yes…why is that concerning that I came to a party with my boyfriend?” Denki went silent, looking at anything but me.
“It's cuz he's already fought 4 people, Bakugou included, and yelled that they could ‘suck his dick and all ten of his toes.’ ” Sero chimed in, slouching into a couch now that their little match was interrupted. I pursed my lips. He might have learned that line from me “To be honest màmacita I would be mad too if I lost 8 rounds in a row.” He snickered, “we thought no one could lose worse than class prez.” He jerked his thumb at Iida’s crumpled form.
Wait, What…
My blood steamed underneath my skin, sparks of cold radiating from my chest. “Oh shit… who did he fight, are they okay? Was there any property damage? Was he using his quirk!? God dammit, I knew I should have kept him close to m-” i crossed my arms, pacing as one hand came to fiddle with my green stud earring.
“Shut up you damned extra.” Bakugou groaned from the couch, slightly more sober than when I first came in. “YOU-” I started, angrily jabbing my finger in his direction. He cut me off “The nerd’s fine, don't have a *hic* fuckin heart attack. Damn.” He huffed.
My eyes twitched as I tried to hold back all the curses and insults born from worry that we're bubbling up. “Where the fuck is he right now?” I said through gritted teeth.
“I'm not fucking tell you until you listen.” He got up off the couch and stumbled, Kirishima following and steadying him. “He lost a few times in *hic* beer pong, then he wanted to leave and some fuckin nobody tried to get on his case about it. Deku shoved the guy to the ground, yelling and shit until Kiri had to pull him off.” As much as I was worried, a small leaf of pride sprouted.
That's also how I know he was drunk out of his mind because every drink is an extra inch added. He is 5’5, based on what I heard he was about 5’10 at this point.
“Everything was cool unt- *hic* until the fuck came back with friends then I had to drag his ass of of them then he tried to fight me and that's when we locked him into the guest bedroom upstairs.” He continued, pride hiding in his eyes.
I nodded, he definitely felt 6’5. I couldn't help but snicker a little bit as the picture formed of a tiny little zuzu in a clown costume shouting obscenities at people. I wondered if anyone actually felt threatened. Because how can you take it seriously when there's a large red clown nose in your face.
“Gahd dammit, i can never trust him with you people.” i went towards the door. “This is your damn fault by the way!” I threw over my shoulder as I left, slamming the door before anyone had the time to respond.
I weaved my way through the crowds in the hallways. I didn't pay no mind to the dance floor until I heard a familiar gravely voice. I paused, looking up into the DJ booth to see Jiro and Shinso singing a metal duet.
I watched as they sang, the scene slowly obscuring from a smoke machine. It put their multicolored silhouettes on a ghastly background. The shadows played tricks, morphing them from human to monstrous figures of screamo metal folklore.
Shinso had a real talent for the low growly parts and Jiro took charge of the shriller parts. She sounded hauntingly beautiful, like a ghoul. Shinso's voice rattled me to my bones, the deep vibration shaking my core. They flawlessly swapped roles, Jiro growled into the microphone, Shinso screeched in tune.
It was devilishly pleasing. Their voices harmonized in a way that sent chills down your bones and ice in your veins. Too soon did the song end.
I couldn't hold in my excitement. I celebrated with the crowd as we clapped and cheered while the instrumental faded out. My view of the stage cleared up as the fog settled on the floor, creating holes in the smoke. Through the gaps I caught a pair of smokey, violet eyes gazing at me from the stage.
I waved excitedly, and he waved back. I was so happy to see a performance but I had other responsibilities. I had to find Izuku before he ended up committing property damage.
I bolted up the stairs, looking for the guest bedroom. There normally wouldn't be a problem, however out of the 5 guest rooms 4 had people doing all sorts of unspeakable acts like kissing or sticking feet where they don’t belong.
I put my hand on the doorknob to the final room, pressing my ear against the door to see if I could discern whatever could have been going on inside. All I could hear was indiscernible mumbles and thumps. I took a deep breath and put the key in the lock, I grabbed it off the couch in the pool room before leaving/ i slowly twisted the knob, opening the door.
I couldn't help but laugh at the scene that was laid out before me.
Izuku was laid out on the floor barely mumbling along to an Arctic Mamkeys song that was playing on the large TV. His clown costume was half ripped, showing peeks of his muscular build. His wig and red nose were nowhere to be found and he was covered in sweat and runny makeup.
I shut and locked the door behind me, standing over him with my feet on either side I leaned down with my hands on my hips. “You good bro?” I questioned. His eyes, that slid back and forth, were cloudy as he squinted, scanning my face.
Suddenly a large weight settled on me, fast enough to push me flat on my ass.
“Ow! What was that for?” i rubbed my sore ass as he squeezed me tighter. His head buried into the crook of my neck as I felt his chest heave with tears. I gently rubbed his back, feeling my shoulder dampen. I rolled my eyes but could not stop the smile slipping onto my face.
“What, you big baby? I let you go play manly man with your friends and you get all soft on me?” i teased, removing him from my side and repositioning him in my lap, resting my chin on top of his head. My hands snaked around his waist, squeezing lightly.
Who know when those drinks might come to bite him?
“I-Im so *hic* sorry!” He hiccuped, sobbing. “Whatchu you sorry for babes?” I asked, placing a kiss to the crown of his fluffy green head. His hands found their way to mine, fidgeting with my fingers as he spoke.
“I-i fought ag-again.” he wailed, resting his head against my chest. My heart twisted with pain, he really feels guilty. Months before this we had made a deal. A deal that said that I wouldn't beat the shit out of his friends for getting him drunk as long as they stopped him from fighting people, which as you can see, happens a lot. We’re still in highschool afterall, no one needs to be drinking at all!
But i aint no snitch.
“I tried t-to leave b-beca- *hic* use i was loosing bad but this, this fucking guy started talking to me.” he slurred, I could feel his heartrate spike and lightning faintly hum under his skin. “I know babes, Katski told me.” I tried to placate him but the hum got louder.
“No!” he shouted, turning to kneel so we could be face to face. “No, kachan di-didn't tell yo-you the whole story.” he said adamantly, swaying a bit. I but my hands on either side of him to steady him. I nodded, letting him continue.
“That, that fuck head call…” he falterd, his train of thought crashing. “I don't know WHAT he called me,” he rebounded. “ but he called you a bitch and a- a whore and…” i sharply inhaled, steadying myself and frantically pushing down the quickly rising anger. If he saw me angry, sad or upset about this, that man will never see the light of day again.
“I see,” Katsuki was wise not to tell me this. I probably would have been worse than Izu. “And i just-...”he paused, shame rolling off of him in waves. “The thunder got so loud and I had to hit him.” He said somberly. My heart clenched at how cute this was. His eyes were still dilated and watery as he pouted. He looked so fragile like he could break at any time.
Just because he was afraid he broke our deal.
“It's okay babes, just calm down a little bit.” I reached out to console him when he sat on his heels and faceplanted into my boobs. I jumped slightly. The sudden collision surprised me, Especially since he’s a thigh-man. I felt his breath against my chest, slowly slowing down until he started slumping to the side.
I moved him to the bed just so I could go gather our stuff to leave. I think that's enough partying tonight.
As i carried him through the house, i waved goodby to the rest of my sober friends on the way out, opting to text my drunk ones later. A large few who surprisingly now included shinso and Mina.
Once we got home, i hoisted him into the house. At some point he woke up and stayed in a daze so I helped peel the rest of his costume off and lay him in the bed on his side with a bucket on the floor next to him.
I quickly undressed, taking a quick shower to remove my make up and dancing residue, and joined him in the bed. As soon as my hand touched the sheets, I was pulled underneath a muscular shaking figure as his arms wrapped around me. He pressed his body into mines, entangling our legs in the sheets. His heartbeat echoed through me as I wrapped my arms around him.
“I *hic* love you.” he mumbled into my neck, his breath still smelling heavily of alcohol.
“I love you to zuzu,” I whispered, pressing a small kiss to his nose. “But don't ever do that shit again.” I scolded teasingly. If he heard me he made no indication, his heartbeat a slow, rhythmic, thump in tune with his breathing.
tw: slight angst, mentiones of self confidence issues,
tags: black centered issues, love confessions, ALMOST a first time, y/n is a nerdddd!
word count~ 6k+
tysm for the likes on my last one, if you like my work, comment! lmk what you liked or what i could improve, luv yall
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I sighed, flipping open a new page in my sketchbook. This support assignment was kicking my ass in more ways than one.
I tilted back in my chair and took out the hairband that had been holding back my braids. gazing at the white light above me, steady and consistent…
Unlike me and this assignment!
My sketchbook was filled to the near brim with failed sketches and random notes that were only decipherable to me. The pages leered at me with contempt and shame, I stared back all the same.
It was only when I was about ready to quit for the night and start playing some videogames on my laptop that I heard a hesitant knock on my dorm door.
Knock knock
I glanced at the clock. It was only around 7 pm, but at this time all my classmates would be doing their own thing. Either working out, or playing games in the common room or struggling with simple homework that seems to get more cryptic with every second you look at it.
Maybe less of the third thing but you get my point.
I got up off my chair, my joints popping like firecrackers from sitting in one position for so long. I stretched as I opened the door and was greeted with a lightly tanned, freckled face and two big green eyes under a mop of dark viridian hair. His hand poised to knock. I took a quiet gasp. My heart beat was loud and erratic as I laid my eyes on him.
“Hi…”
“Hi?” I tilted my head, looking down at him, slightly in confusion. He looked conflicted, but he's never been one to be at a loss for words.
“...”
I shoved the steady growing feeling of butterflies away. It never matters how sad, frustrated or mad I am because when I talk to him it melts away. It's probably how we became friends over time, even if I want to be more than that, I doubt that I'll be able to compete with the other girls in our class.
Especially uraraka.
I've seen how she interacts with him, she definitely has a crush in him too. However it's not so obvious if he feels the same way. Sometimes it gives me hope, hope that he can love me and the color of my skin as much as I do.
Do you need something?” I asked, He snapped back into reality, fiddling with a loc of his hair.
“Yes actually, I was wondering if you wanted to- well if you were busy. I mean if you were in the middle of doing something, like homework because I also need help because I am also doing my homework from today that was the at home practice that mr. Aizawa sent home…for us to do…today…”
My lips twitched up into a smile as he rambled and stumbled over his words. watching the high powered hamster wheel that is his brain is always so cute since he's such a little thing with such big words and such big thoughts.
I only realized he had actually said a complete sentence when my ears were met with silence instead of his voice.
“Hu-what?” I blinked, crossing my arms and leaning against my doorframe. Hoping it came off as nonchalant and not nervous.
His face turned red as he repeated himself.
“Wouldyouliketodohomeworkwithme?”
“...yeah!”
I hurriedly grabbed my sketchbook and some other things, I didn't miss the way his body visibly relaxed when I responded.
With all my stuff in hand, I closed the door behind us.
“Where did you want to study, The common room?” I asked conversationally. He opened his mouth to respond but then stopped, his face quickly red ended as he mumbled something under his breath.
I leaned down a bit, cupping my ear. “Whad’you say?”
“... could we study in my room…?” He looked away from me, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
Excitement flooded my system. “How scandalous” I gasped exaggeratedly, silently counting the seconds until-
His face burned a deep scarlet.
Right on time.
He stumbled over his words, protesting and explaining whatever he thought I needed clarification on and I just watched. His hands flew everywhere in a flustered flurry of limbs before I shushed him.
“I was joking.” I rolled my eyes playfully.
I groaned as my back hit his sheets, it was already too much. I didn't know how I was gonna make it for another few hours.
I stretched out, throwing another huge wadded up paper ball into the trashcan next to his desk where his head was laying. “Kobe!” Or at least I tried to, I missed and the paper hit him square in the back of the head.
“Ow,”
“My bad,” I sat up as he spun around in his chair to face me, hugging one of his knees and looking unimpressed. I could not blame him, to be fair I had been annoying him since I stepped foot in the room, but I'm gonna anyway.
“What? I said I was sorry.” I yawned, “at least it didnt ruin whatever nerdy shit you’re doin over there.” I mockingly gestured to his hand that was holding an All Might pen.
“Hey!”
“Just sayin,” i rolled off the bed, stalking up to his desk. “Whatcha doin anyway, still on the homework?” My eyes scanned over the page as I leaned with one hand on the desk.
He turned around and sighed, “yeah, its kinda hard to concentrate with you throwing things at me.” he grumbled, i rolled my eyes so hard they might as well have fallen out of my head.
“Boo hoo, grow some skin bro.” i teased, my eyes wandering around the room. As always, all might memorabilia littered every surface and orifice, i used to wonder how he could sleep with a million pairs of eyes on him but now i know he’s just a freak like that.
My limit on how long i could go without annoying him was almost up so i snatched the pen out of his hand, ignoring his complaints. I studied the pen, its not like its special. Its a 2014 special edition All might pen that was only sold at a singular shop in japan.
I know because its a popular thing on the internet, not because i have an exact replica in my room that i camped outside the store for 12 hours for.
Definitely not.
“I said give it back!” he stood from his chair, swiping at the pen as i nonchalantly raised it out of his reach, yawning for extra effect.
His ears tinged with red, ragebait successful.
“Is the little rabbit mad?” He crossed his arms and puffed out his bottom lip, pouting.
Ba-dum
Ba-dum
I swallowed thickly as my cheeks warmed. “F-fine, you have the pen back, rabbit.” I tossed it on his desk, trying to keep the teasing edge in my voice. I hoped that he didn't notice my lack of eye contact.
“You're always so mean to me.” He huffed as he sat back down. “Well don't make it so easy!” I giggled, stretching out on the bed and draping one arm over my eyes.
We sat in a lulling silence for about an hour as he wrote furiously in his notebook, I didn't have a problem with it until I saw that his homework was still sitting there on the desk next to him, half completed.
“What's up with your homework?” I asked, propping myself up on one elbow.
“I just got a little tired, taking a break.” He answered promptly but he sounded a bit distracted.
“I bet you can't get it done without falling asleep.” I challenged, thinking that it would be good entertainment.
“What are you talking about,” he turned around in his chair, a small smile on his face and a glint of competitiveness in his eyes.
“I called a bet. Have your ears fallen asleep already?”
“What do I get if I win?” He asked.
“You… hm,” I tapped my chin thoughtfully.
Then it hit me.
“You can do whatever you want to me for 20 minutes.”
“Does it have to be consecutive?”
“Nope.” I said, popping the P
“Are there any restrictions?”
“No…? Why, what do you have in mind that's so restrictive~”
“Nothing! It was just-i was- it was a thought.”
“Sure, whatever! Do we have a deal ?” I asked impatiently excited. He thought about it for a few seconds, mentally sorting through the pros and cons before agreeing to my terms.
“You got yourself a deal.”
A devilish smile spread across my face, i was not making this easy for him.
He snatched up his papers and started working. I laid back down, luring him into a false sense of security in thinking that I would leave him alone to focus.
But I knew better.
20 minutes later, I watched his progress slow. His scribbling was light and a lot of mumbling and erasing was being done.
I slowly reached for my phone, pulling up sleep videos. Specifically the rain and thunder one that I saw on his ‘winding down’ playlist. I've seen how fast it knocks him out, or maybe he's just that exhausted every night?
I turned the volume up to an acceptable volume and set it on his nightstand. Not even a second later he yawned, stretching in his seat.
I clicked my tongue in disapproval. “So tired already?” I teased, watching him.
He stretched out his arms above his head, “no…” he strained.
“Well then you won't have problem answering some trivia hm?”
“I-id rather not.”
“Great!” I clapped my hands, turning over to look at him.
“What is the name of the coefficient of friction?”
“Uh,”
“Or what about, what was the year that the mayflower landed?”
“Hey sto-”
“Oh! I know the perfect question, what is the difference between plant and animal cells?”
He sighed and dropped his head on his desk. “Don't fall asleep on me now,” I teased. “I've still got more questi-.” my voice died in my throat as he stood from his chair, it was only a second before he was looming over the end of the bed. The air felt charged with electricity as the lights dimmed and flickered.
He carefully, calculatedly, crawled onto the bed. He grabbed my ankle, gently moving it to the side. Small green sparks of lightning Underneath his shadow of hair a singular eye glowed a bright mesmerizing green.
“I-i uhm.” I muttered, feeling my heart rattle in my chest. He grabbed my thighs and parted them, a squeak escaping from me. My previous (some would say bratty) demeanor shattered as tiny slivers of electricity from his touch caressed my heated skin, sending shivers down my spine and a fire to light in the bottom of my stomach that caused my thighs to try to squeeze together.
His grip was so tight that my twitches looked like only that, twitches
“You're done right?”
His voice fueled the fire in me. I had never heard him use this tone before, his voice was low and gravely, threatening. When I hesitated to answer, his grip tightened on my thighs, his nails slightly digging into the soft warm flesh. I harshly bit the inside of my cheek to stop anymore noises from escaping.
He crawled up between my legs, looping his arms under them and setting them on his shoulders. The gesture was so sure and casual, it buzzed in my mind.
His head settled on my abdomen with a contented sigh as the electricity faded and the lights went back to normal and his cute, flushed and freckled face was no longer shrouded in shadow.
My breath was stuck in my throat, my body stiff. My mind raced with half comprehendable emotions and thoughts, most of them concerning the various things I wanted him to do to me. His cheeks squished against my abdomen as he rested his eyes. At my hips, his warm hands gently massaged and caressed up and down, tracing little shapes on my side.
“You're finally quiet,” He sighed, mumbling into my shirt. The vibrations travelled through me. My hands stayed near my chest, curled up protectively and not used to recieving affection like this. They twitched to move, to tangle in his hair, to caress his face, to do something.
“I'm sorry I had to use that tone with you. It's just…you were being so, so bratty and I was so tired and your thighs looked so soft and warm.” He mumbled, lightly squeezing my thighs that were on either side of his head. “It was like they were begging for me…” He trailed off, caressing my skin. “for me to lay down and sleep.”
He brought one of my thighs to his mouth, His breath ghosted my inner thigh. he paused, He watched me with his sharp green eyes, asking for permission to touch me any farther.
We’re not together, but this is the moment i had been dreaming of for months. Was this the sign that it could be something more? Or is it that hes gotten so comfortable with me that this feels normal?
Whatever his reasoning, I couldn't let this chance pass me by.
I looked away, subconsiously covering my mouth with my hand and lightly squeezed his head between my thighs. A silent begging, a begging that wants more than light thigh kisses as friends.
I watched as his eyes lidded and his lips parted revealing teeth. I didn't have enough time to ask what he was going to do before he sunk his canines into the soft meat of my thigh.
“Mmph!~”
The pain was delicious, my thighs jerked and my back arched slightly as my hands pressed over my mouth to stifle my noise. A growl emanated from him as he put his hands on the outsides of my legs, keeping them still.
He didn't stop there, I felt his tongue run up and down the shallow wound. My breathing was strained and laborious as I tried to keep my composure.
“i heard that…puppy.” He whispered under his breath, making my thighs tremble. The nick name hit me like a bag of bricks, making me feel all warm and tingly inside.
“do you like it? do you like when I do that?” He yawned, the light reflecting off his teeth. I tried to answer but slowly my mind lost the ability to think of anything but him. I nodded, my hand covering my mouth.
“That's good,” he practically purred, planting a kiss right above his mark. “Let's play a little game,” he looked up at me, the coil in my stomach tightened. “I'll ask you questions. For every question you get wrong or don't answer, I add another bruise on these pretty thighs, okay?”
“W-wh-wait-”
“What year did TSA get established?” He whispered against my groin. “i do-dont know.” I couldn't think when he was only inches away from my cunt, separated only by two flimsy pieces of half soaked fabric.
“Uh oh~” He purred, taking no time before sinking his teeth into my other thigh. A surprised moan slipped out and my hands searched for something to grab. They found purchase in his sheets.
Pain and pleasure bloomed from the throbbing bruise, my breathing was uneven and slipped out as airy moans.
He laughed at my reaction, tongue smoothing over the bite. "What group of people were on the mayflower?”
I barely heard the question, my body was shaking so bad and my heartbeat was so loud and his touch was so gentle and the bites were so painful that the Coil in my stomach tightened, ready to spring.
“Fu-uck~” I whispered.
“Wrong answer.”
“Fuck, wait no-”
He hovered half an inch away from my flesh, hot breaths puffed against my sensitive skin.
But no bite.
I regained a little bit of control over my breathing, “wha-what? Why did you stop?” I mewled, he looked up at me with lidded eyes.
“You said wait.” he said innocently.
I huffed, letting go of the sheets. “That's not-! I didn't! I-!” I frustratedly crossed my arms over my chest. How was I supposed to know that he was going to stop when I told him to?
“I didn't really mean…” I trailed off, he waited patiently hearing me out.
“You didn't mean what, puppy?”
My sentence died in my mouth, my head was empty as I stuttered but I for the life of me couldn't remember what I wanted to say.
“Use your words~”
I pouted, he knew damn well what he was doing. I shook my head no and he chuckled. “I guess that's the end of the questions, good night.” He cheerily readjusted my legs on his shoulders and replaced his hands on my waist, settling his head on my belly.
My groin ached for more, for more pain and even a little friction. “No! The questions are not done.” I huffed with finality.
He lazily opened one eye to look at me then closed it back with a happy hum.
“Okay,” I caved. “I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear!?” I groaned, he didn't even move. I knew what I had to do but I wasn't sure I had the guts to do it.
“Fine, i-i want more.” I mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
“Couldnt quite hear you,”
“I want more.” I repeated, covering my face.
“More what, puppy?”
I gasped quietly as my hips moved involuntarily grinding against his face. My face burned.
“Oh I see,” he said, making eye contact. “You want me to bite and mark up these pretty thighs, yeah?” I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek.
“All you had to do was ask pup.” He said gently, “what are the first 5 digits of Pi?”
I blinked in confusion, “what?” he tapped his chin as if he was thinking, toying with me, extending my punishment by making me wait.
“wrong.” he answered suddenly.
I didn't even have time to react before he started again. “How many oceans are there?” he licked the wound. “What bear species lives in Antarctica?” I hesitated and he bit down again.
He asked rapid fire questions, giving me no time to answer or even react before another bruise was added. He trailed up my thighs until he got to my shorts. By this point I was a whimpering blushing, shaking mess.
“Oh fuck,” he gaspd, his eyes transfixed to my panties. “You're this wet already. Was it because of me puppy?” he asked, slightly surprised. “I can see the outline of your….” He trailed off breathlessly, blush spreading across his face.
I mewled,nodding since words have long left me. “can i go further, can I touch you in this sensitive little place that got so worked up because of me?” He looked at me, his eyes scanning my sweaty, fucked out features.
Stupid little romantic.
I nodded and in an instant the room charged with electricity then my shorts were ripped off and thrown on the floor. I jumped, scooting backwards a bit and looking over the side of the bed. They were no more than tatters.
“Hey!”
He froze up, little tendrils of green lightning crackled in his eyes. a heavy blush on his face as he stared at my soaked underwear. “I-im sorry I got e-excited.”
“I liked tho-mmph~” my sentence was cut off by the feeling of him pulling me back towards him, one of his knuckles pressed gently against my underwear. “Fuck~”
It glided up and down, gently brushing against my clit. A sharp whimper escaped, causing him to pause. I groaned, my hips involuntarily grinding against his knuckle.
“Does it feel good?” He asked tentatively. “I am grinding on your fucking finger because you keep stopping.” I growled, my core ached and throbbed at the teasing. “What do you think?”
He whispered a sorry and started moving his hand again, I sighed, mewling at the feeling but it wasn't enough.
My hips bucked against his hand,grinding deeper and deeper. Suddenly I felt my wet sticky panties get pushed to the side, and in their place a tongue.
I cried out his name in pleasure, his tongue started exploring. He licked and lapped at my heat, moans of satisfaction rumbled against my cunt as sloppy wet sound filled the air.
My hips tried to move, to buck against his tongue but his hands held me in place. He pulled me into his mouth, tongue fucking my slippery aching hole. “You tastes so good puppy” he groaned, sucking on my clit. “So sweet, like candy.”
“Damn, fuck I'm close already~” I whimpered as my back arched up off the bed. His tongue circled my clit, his warm breath puffing against it. “Y-you leaking on my tongue b-baby” he whimpered. My cunt clenched around his tongue as my legs started shaking. “It's okay, I know it feels good, pup.” he reassured me with a mouth full of my cunt.
My moans got louder as he pushed his nose against my clit. The extra stimulation felt heavenly as he licked and sucked. “fuck, puppy.” He moaned. “Cum for me okay, Can you do that?”
I raised my head to answer when suddenly my orgasm spilled over, taking me by surprise. My eyes rolled back in my head from the pleasure but he kept sucking.
“Fuck-fuck! Zu- baby, wait!” I stumbled over my words, my cunt trembling as he raised my hips up to his mouth for easy access.
I cried out his name over and over again, my hand flew to tangle in his hair. I grabbed his hair at the roots gently and he groaned into my pussy. “Yes,” he said breathlessly “grab my hair and show me where you want my tongue baby.”
His tongue grazed against a sensitive spot and my hips jerked as my grip tightened in his hair. He moaned, roughly grabbing a handful of my ass. His nails dug into the soft skin. “Don't run away from it puppy.” He said, almost like he was in a daze.
“I'm, Im!-” I trailed off into a squeak as my cunt tensed with my second orgasm. It crashed into me like a wave, making me dizzy. It was only then that he slowed down his tongue. My cunt twitched and leaked with the combination of fluid and spit.
He finally looked up at me, chin glistening with my fluid. He panted as he wiped it off. “S-sorry puppy,” he took a shaky deep breath. “I don't know what came over me. Your pussy was just so cute and wet and…and it was begging me to keep going.”
He had the most lovestruck expression on his blushing face. “I couldn't let you cum just once.” He murmured to himself, “you're too pretty, every part of you.” He squeezed my ass cheeks, palming and jiggling them.
“This plump ass is so soft and such a good pillow. I never told you but I love watching you walk down the halls in your uniform.” He gushed, planting kisses on my hips and slowly making his way down. Sending buzzing across my skin.
“And these hips, god, these hips are so fun to grab and they feel even better when they're on top of me. Why do you think I let you win our sparring matches all the time?” I went to answer when he continued talking.
“And this tummy,” he gently poked me. “Is so nice to lay on and so good to squeeze, so plush. Great cuddle material.” He planted a soft kiss on my abdomen, squeezing my tummy for good measure.
“And your skin, god your skin is so pretty.” He traced a finger down my side, admiring. “It's such a deep, smooth, rich brown that when you cry I sometimes worry that you'll melt.” He took my hands and kissed them. “You're the sweetest candy baby.” He said with a smile
Flustered from the sudden bomb of affection, I looked away as I caught my breath. “Thanks…” i mumbled. Not the best response to being worshipped but it'll do for now.
“Your welcome,” He said cutely, burying his face into my shirt. As we sat there in silence my hand mindlessly wandered into his hair. The green locs curled around my hand as I lightly scratched at his scalp in little motions. He purred and practically melted into my hands.
We laid there in comfortable silence for a bit before he raised his head slightly to look at me. My eyes were half closed, gazing at the ceiling and basking in the post nut clarity.
“Have you done this before?”
My eyes snapped open. “What!?” I looked down at him with confusion, no longer sleepy.
Fear flashed in his eyes as he back tracked. “I mean, I didn't mean it like that! I wasn't calling you a whore or anything but-”
“But!? So you are calling me a whore with strings attached?” I acted offended and balked at him.
The tips of his ears started turning red as he quickly sat up and waved his hands around as if he could physically waft away his embarrassment. “No! No I'm not I promise puppy I would never call you that!” He panicked, his voice rising an octave.
A small fire reignited in my stomach. Seeing the man who just had me seeing stars trip and fumble was euphoric. I couldn't wait until I could pin him against the bed and-
“Well then prove it!” I demanded, patting my cheek. He stalled like a car battery, unsure if getting closer to me right now was the right move. Once he was in front of me i grabbed his hands and leaned forwards, trapping him under me with his back pressed against the back board.
He let out an undignified squeak as his face burst into a vibrant red hue. I settled across his lap with a devilish smile, pinning his hands above his head against the baseboard. A tiny whimper slipped out of him as I gently rolled my hips against his lap.
I leaned In, my breath hot against the shell of his ear. “Keep making those noises for me~.” I whispered, feeling his erection through his already tight pants. "Someone's excited,” I teased, letting go of one of his hands. My hand settled near the base of his cock through his shorts, his breath hitched as my hand slowly started moving up and down.
“W-wait what's gotten into you!?” he managed through stifled moans. Heat brewed in the pit of my stomach and my hand started moving faster, giving him his answer. His pre-cum was soaking though the thin fabric, coating my hand in it. I grabbed his face with my other hand and made him look at me. With half lidded eyes I slowly licked up my hand until it was clean, swallowing.
“Y-you jus-just- he stumbled. I shushed him, his words devolving in a high pitched whine.
“There's something else I could be swallowing.” i said as I rubbed my cunt against his hard-on. I moaned shamelessly, feeling it twitch beneath me.
“Fuck~ this is taking too long. Let's take this off of you.” I said to myself before snatching off his shirt.
RRIPP
the fabric tore under my hands as I threw it on the floor, a hungry look in my eye. He gasped, watching his dumb (now ripped) shirt that had the word shirt printed on it be reduced to tattered on the floor.
“My shirt…” he lamented dejectedly with a pout. Lust Ignited inaide me. I pulled his face close to mine. His big green eyes were beautiful up close, his cheeks were so soft and squeezable and that little pout he did nearly threw me over the edge.
My eyes were trained in his lips, they looked soft and cute and lonely and-
He gasped as my lips intertwined with his. I moaned into the kiss, feeling an arm wrap around my waist. My tongue flicked around before darting behind his teeth. He groaned as his tongue overlapped with mine.
I broke the kiss, pulling away and breathing heavy. A string of saliva connected our mouths, I wiped it away with my sleeve.
“You and me taste so fucking good together.” I sighed as i draped my arms across his shoulders and as soon as I got close enough, he grabbed the back of my head and smashed his lips into mine, taking me by surprise. Almost instantly, his tongue was practically down my throat. I choked but didn't pull away until we came up for air. He held a tight grip on my hair, his fingers interlaced between my braids.
He held my head back slightly, panting. “Now… what has gotten into you puppy?” he said breathlessly.
“What do you mean?” I asked coyly, a sloppy grin pasted on my face. “You don’t like it?”
“No, no i do but,” his grip on my hair loosened, his hand sliding down to cup my face. “Are you sure you’re okay? you didn't take enough time for a refractory period.” He asked earnestly. My heart swooned a little bit, making my cunt throb with need.
“I don’t know or give a fuck about what that is.” I placed my hands over his, turning and licking the palm of his hands sensually. He made a little sound, soft and lusty.
“You should care, if you don’t take long enough to let your body rest between rounds it can cau-Ah~” I cut off his rant by taking some of his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them gently.
“Im horny, im wet and you are too~.” i mumbled around his fingers, tasting sweat. “So can I make you feel good now?”
I pulled his fingers out of my mouth with a wet pop as i wiped the stringy saliva from my chin. He groaned at the feeling, trying to say something that was vehemently getting ignored. I pushed him back down, this time aiming for his well tented pants and hastily taking them off.
His cock sprung free as his boxers came off too. Pre glistened on the pink tip and It twitched as the cold air hit it, eliciting the cutest sounds from him.
“Holy fuck…” I stared at it with wide eyes, it had to be about 6 inches. It was thick too, drool dripped out of the corner of my mouth. Just the thought of impaling myself on his cock got me so riled up that I didn't notice that my hips had started moving by themselves, Grinding right up against his hard on. “I can't wait to have this inside me!” I growled, I could feel my orgasm faintly approaching.
Drool leaked onto my chest as I lined up my entrance. I wanted to go slowly, to savor every inch until his cock was balls deep, but every second I waited the harder my pussy throbbed for him, begging to be filled, to have something to squeeze.
“W-wait,” he mumbled, his breathing uneven. I couldn't hear him over my own heartbeat.
I lowered myself carefully. I expected to feel the warm full sensation of his cock sliding into me inch by inch but I felt his hands suddenly grab onto my thighs, stopping me from going down any further.
“Hey! What the fuck?” I protested, pouting. “Let. Me. Fuck. You. Godammit.” I bounced, trying to make his hands move or loosen his grip.
“Puppy, I said wait!” He exclaimed breathlessly. His face bright red. I stopped, crossing my arms. “What's wrong?” A wave of self doubt crashed into me. Did I do something wrong? Was I being too pushy? Did I violate a boundary!?
My blood ran cold as the thoughts surged. “What did I do?” I asked hoping the panic wasn't obvious.
“No no, you didn't do anything bad puppy I promise.” He lifted me with one hand like it was nothing as he shifted into an upwards position, holding me against his chest. Instinct yelled at me to nuzzle closer but I resisted.
“its just…” he fidgited with one of my hands, “i thought you don't want to have kids?”
Oh shit
“No, hell no, naw hell to naw.” my body physically recoiled at the thought of getting pregnant,all heat forgotten. The sleepless nights, the dreading that one day in the hospital, the possibility that i could die delivering it, taking care of something that i could kill by accident.
“wait…What does that have to do with you sticking it into me and pumping me full like an empty tank of gas?” i asked innocently. In hindsight I probably should have had more respect for my first time.
Zuzu stopped as if he was imagining it before he shook his head with a heart blush, looking at me, “you, do… know how babies are made right?”
Oh
I slowly nodded, “yea, yeah i do…damn.” i whispered, my hand coming up to pick at my lips. “Yeah, thats a hell no. Especially not with you,” I mentioned offhandedly. Zuzu looked surprised and a little hurt.
“And why not?” he asked with the saddest wettest eyes i have ever seen.
“I wouldn't want you to have that guilt, duh.”
“G-guilt!? Of what!?”
“Of having to leave cuz we’re in highschool and i doubt you’d stick around me even if i was carrying your baby”
“Wai-”
“I mean, I guess I can't blame you. You were probably just happy to get a hole to use, weather it was me or not”
“No! That's not-”
“So it's probably for the best tha-” He stopped me with a kiss.
After a few seconds he broke the kiss, “stop, just stop.” he looked deep into my eyes, gently caressing the sides of my face with faint tears brimming in his eyes.
“I-i would never leave you like that. I don’t know what you've seen in the past or what guys were around you, or even past relationships.” he took a steading breath before resuming. “But i would never leave you. You’re the scariest, prettiest, silliest, most thought provoking girl I've ever met!” his voice cracked as he traced a finger down the side of my cheek. “And im sorry i never told you before now but…” he trailed off, tears silently slipping down his face.
“I love you!”
My heart stopped.
Did-
Did he really just say…
My eyes widened in a silly combination of fear and surprise and disbelief. I felt tears welling up in my own eyes, I frantically blinked them away.
“Ive had a thing for you ever since school started and i saw you arguing with Kaachan over a desk.” He laughed, his voice thick with emotion. “When you grabbed him by his collar I remember being scared and slightly turned on but not much else about the lesson because i couldnt stop myself from staring at you.” he said sheepishly, wiping the tears from his eyes.
I opened my mouth to speak, the pressure behind my eyes growing with every word, but he kissed me. He drew back with a shaky breath. “Don’t say anything yet, please.” he pleaded, holding one of my hands in his.
“Whenever we sparred, i prayed that i was chosen to fight you, just as an excuse to have your body on top of me. No matter how many jokes you made afterwards. No matter how much you would tease me.” he pulled me closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“I never thought that I would get a chance to tell you this, especially because you're so confident and sociable and persuasive. It kind of felt like you were out of my league.” His breath was hit against the shell of my ear. Sending a shiver down my spine.
“I mean, how could I ever think to be on the same level as a girl whos very skin sparkles in the sun, smooth and glimmering. And sometimes you notice and that joy on your face when you realize what I've known for months makes my heart beat so much faster.” He pulled away, his thumb brushing against my lips
“Your lips always shine so brightly and you always look so sophisticated, like you would have no problem stepping on me, and to be completely honest, I would absolutely let you.” He chuckled, mirth and love swimming in his viridian green eyes.
“Now you can talk.”
*Sob*
My throat hurt with emotion as I tried to speak. Tears rushed from my eyes, quickly cascading down my face.
“Wait, no, no no no!” His eyes widened as panic struck his face.
“im sorry, don't cry baby, can i- can I call you baby? God I've been calling you a pet name this entire time and I'm just now asking.” He mumbled to himself, hesitating to touch me.
“I came on too strong didn't I, I'm sorry, I should have slowed down, maybe taken you on a date first,” he worried aloud, his hands flittering and hovering over my skin.
“No, no im-its good.” I sniffed, a smile behind my tears. “I-uhm, I, I don't know what to say.” My head jumbled up everything I wanted to say. All the thought trains crashed into each other spraying words everywhere.
Apprehension etched it's way into his face as I wiped away my tears. “So let me show you.” I whispered as I leaned in, straddling him and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, gentle and sure.
What it lacked in hunger and fire it filled with soft cotton candy like touches and closeness that had our hearts beat as one.
Neither of us wanted to pull away even as my lungs screamed for air. I would breathe in his toxic breath as long as it was his.
He pulled away, panting and blushing hard with his hand over his chest. I pulled his hand away and rested it on my hip, a sly smile gracing my features. I leaned forwards, our foreheads touching. “I think I know what to say now…”
ps. this is my first actual smut and first aesthetic post, give me pointers or advice if u want, it will be appreceated >.<
pss. italicised is in japanese fyi
You've never been one to have trouble falling asleep. Once you turn your phone off or lay down in the dark, your body decides to shut down within the hour.
However tonight, your body decided to change. Tonight, a strange weight weighed on your chest, a familiar feeling, anxiety, but the cause was unknown. You had been …taking…your meds and using your coping skills so why was it back?
And why was it determined not to let you sleep?
No matter how many times you flipped your phone over onto the bed, shut it off and slipped it under your pillow or set it across the room, you would still get back up and retrieve it just to doom scroll. You didn't get up this much to get your bonnet when it inevitably ended up on the floor.
You sighed as you put your extended screentime to good use. Looking up sleeping strategies for neurodivergency, all that yielded was stuff focused on 5 year old boys or advice that just plain out didn't work. You huffed in frustration, suddenly you had an idea.
You flailed off your bed, throwing the blankets off of you and taking only your phone with you as you exited your dorm room. You shivered as you stood in the hallway, it always felt like it was freezing to you even if no one else felt it. You would think that it would prompt you to wear warmer sleeping clothes but it would take the hand of god to take your sleeping shorts, tank top and bonnet away from you.
You silently traversed the halls, passing by the common room where Jiro, Tokoyami and Kaminari were chilling. Kaminari was laying on Jiro's lap as she played with his hair, phone in hand. Tokoyami was watching TV on the other couch, petting dark shadow.
They looked up as you walked passed. The heaviness in your chest got a little heavier, seeing them. You knew it wasn't anxiety, it was loneliness.
“Sup dude,”
“Hey bro,”
“May greetings from the aether grace you.”
You forced a smile, waving. “Hey y'all,” you said quietly, noticeably lacking your normally exuberant and hyper attitude.
Jiro looked up from her phone and Dark shadow turned away from the tv, Jiro gave you a sideways glance and Dark shadow trilled sadly.
“What's up? We never really see you up this late.” Jiro questioned, unplugging one of her ear phones from her phone. Putting her full attention on you.
In an instant your poor excuse for a facade shattered as pressure built behind your eyes. You opened your mouth but only a small strangled sound came out.
Your eyes blew open as your hand covered your mouth. You cleared your throat a few times, the stares burning hold into you even if they were full of compassion.
“Yeah no I'm f-im great! Just going to go do someon-something in izukus room” you stuttered out, your eyes avoiding theirs.
You heard kaminari snicker before being hit.
“Okay then,” Jiro said as you finally looked up. “Just remember dude, any of us are here if you need to talk, okay.”
“Yeah! We love you dudette!”
“The darkness appreciates the beacon of light.”
It took all of your strength not to break down right there and then. Instead, you went and hugged them, whispering a thank you.
“I'll see y'all in the morning.” You said noticeably happier. A chorus of goodnights rang behind you as you walked away.
Too soon did you arrive at Izuku's dorm door. You paused, the hallway was quiet except for the muffled 80s rock coming from bakugous room. Your hand hovered on the doorknob, should you really do this? What if you're disturbing him?
Several what ifs rolled around inside your head and while those did that, your body opened the door.
You stalked in quietly, the room was dim, brightened by a few all might night lights on his desk and The light coming in from the balcony. It reflected off of the many posters making it feel like you were being watched.
You shook the feeling away, aoyama was probably sneaking somewhere that's all that feeling was.
At least that's what you tried to convince yourself of.
You approached the bed, he was sleeping on his side with his arms outstretched, small peeks of his muscular form showed from under the blanket. You watched his tranquil boyish face s the light bounced off of his green hair.
He seemed to be mumbling in his sleep but he was speaking so fast that you couldn't understand any of it. Slowly the mumbling slowed down to a stop and his eyes fluttered open.
He screamed,
He screamed loud and shrill. There was a flash and flurry of sweatpants as he flattened himself against the wall. You could see his heart hammering in his chest with each panicked rise and fall. His eyes blurry from sleep cleared and he gradually calmed down. You stood there sheepishly, illuminated by the light.
“Sorry,” you chuckled, holding your hands behind your back. He let out a sigh of relief as he laid his hand on his chest, gentleness slipping into his features.
“Oh y/n, it's just you. Thank God.” He said, dragging a hand down his face. He probably thought it was aoyama, it always sends a prickle of anger down your spine when you think about it.
“What's wrong, why are you still up, it's…?” he fumbled with his blankets and checked his phone. “It's 12 in the morning.”
“I just, I kinda…I was tired.” You settled on your half truth.
“Then why aren't you in your bed?” He questioned genuenly as he scooted to the edge of the bed. You sat down a few inches away from him, the weight that you had forgotten doubled, knocking a few tears loose. You tried to blink them away but it was too late.
“hey hey, what happened?” He pulled you into him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Your voice faltered when you tried to speak, a broken cry escaping. This time though, you didn't hide it.
You broke down, pulling him flush against you and crying into his hair. You laid down on your side as he pulled his blanket over you two, clutching him like a doll.
After a second, his fingers started drawing little shapes on your back, as one hand rested on the thigh you threw over him as you tangled your legs with his.
“I-i don't kn-know why I'm s-so sad!” You blurted out, the weight in your chest slowly alleviating. “I tried to go to sleep but I was bored and I kept picking up my phone and my bed felt so big and empty and my room was so cold and- and…” you blubbered, shaking hard.
Around your waist, Izuku's arms held a little bit tighter and they felt just a little bit warmer.
“And you needed someone?” He finished your sentence. Warmth emanated from the once empty hole in your heart. “Y-yeah.” You sniffled holding him tight as if you would dissolve as soon as you let go.
“I hope I'm not overstepping anything.” You mumbled into his green locs.
“No, not at all. You're my best friend, who would I be if I let you suffer alone?” He reassured, looking up at you with those viridian eyes.
Tears brimmed your eyelids again as you rested your head atop of his. A shy whimper was your only response.
You laid in a comfortable silence for a little bit, feeling Izuku's heartbeat so close to your own calmed you down, his breathing slowed, putting you at ease but it did nothing for your sleepiness.
You tried your best not to move as you felt him return to sleep but your current position was uncomfortable, almost unbearable. You had raised your thigh some and leaned a bit back so that you wouldn't crush him with your body weight but now your thighs and hips were starting to ache.
You shifted a bit, putting your leg a little off to the side so that you could put it down fully when you heard a pause in his soft snoring. You froze, waiting for him to resume the sleep pattern before even daring to move again.
“You still can't sleep?” He mumbled with his eyes closed. You shamefully nodded. “Yeah, sorry for waking you up.”
He peeled open his groggy eyes just to smile at you “don't be sorry, I've had nights like that before. Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable?” He asked with lidded eyes, gently stroking your back.
You hesitate, your face burning at even the thought of this request. “C-could you talk to me?” He was taken aback at first, his cheeks coloring.
“You want m-me to ramble!?” He asked incredulously. You nodded, “about anything you want, I want to hear it.” His eyes lit up as he started talking. You shifted so you would be face to face, closing your eyes in an attempt to finally go to sleep.
He started off slow, with basic facts about the top 10 heros that quickly turned into a history lesson and you absolutely payed attention to all of it. From the begining of quirks themselves to the establishment of the hero ranking system. He poured out every little bit of knowledge he knew, directly into your ears.
But then he started to yawn, but you haven't even started to feel the least bit drowsy. While listening to him talk was entertaining and educational to say the least, your heart still weighed heavy.
You sighed quietly, cutting him off by accident.
“Still?”
“Yeah…”
“Well,”
He huffed and then untangled himself, getting off the bed. You reflexively reached out, it felt as if your heart did to, but quickly retracted your hand, burying your face and hands under the blanket
He dug around his desk, holding up a notebook that said ‘Friend analysis: Book 4’ on it “It's time to science it!” He grinned.
“Ughh, do we really have to?” You groaned, slowly dragging your body to the edge of the bed, feeling 2 tons heavier.
“Yes, because we are going to get you to sleep one way or another!” He said excitedly pulling up and extra chair to his desk. He sat down and patted the seat, gesturing for you to come join him.
You reluctantly peeled yourself off his sheets and plopped down in the chair with a little pout on your face.
He pulled out a cup filled with pens, grabbing one and opening up the notebook to a page that had your name scrawled in scratchy text that was reminiscent of a punk band logo. Strokes of pink, black, purple and dark blue danced across the page. Nearly everything about you was listed, what your favorite games were, what music you liked, your stance in the socio-geopolitical state of the world, ect.
What really stood out to you the most was the cartoon drawings of you that littered the page. They captured your likness well, from the various hairstyles you've had this year to the skin tone. Each one dated accordingly.
Your face warmed as your eyes roamed the page, absorbing every piece of information izuku had collected for himself and was now showing you with no hesitation.
He flipped the page and there was even more, more information and more drawings of things you liked in high definition and things you hated in scribbles with large Xs over them. It even included your reactions to each item.
You knew he liked taking notes on people but you never expected him to pay this much attention to you, even if you are his best friend of 3 years.
Izukus consulted the list of likes and reactions, tapping his cheek as he read his notes over. “hmm,” he searched the page.
“Have you tried laying down in a silent pitch black room?”
“Yes…” you answered dejectedly, laying your head on the desk.
“have you tried watching those videos where those two guys build stuff in a time lapse?”
“Yeah…”
“Ooh! What about taking your medicine?” He asked sarcastically, a shocked laugh escaped you as you bopped him on his shoulder. He laughed as he rubbed his shoulder, acting like it hurt. “How dare you!” you said pseudo-offended, you never expected him to pay attention to little things like your medicine habits. You've had that conversation but never in too much detail.
“Well did you?”
“...”
“No?”
“No…”
You sheepishly turned away from him, hiding your face in your hand. “I don't think I did, I might have forgotten, I don't know.” You mumbled, face burning with embarrassment and shame.
“Hey, look at me,” He pulled your chair closer, carefully tilting your face towards him. “It-” he faltered as tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over silently.
“Oh come here.” He pulled you into his lap. A small action that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, especially considering how much bigger you were than him. Your thighs spread, engulfing his lap as he sat you down.
It's not surprising, he has picked you up on several occasions before. During sparring matches, during practice, it was almost a daily thing that he did wherever he saw fit and one thing that never changed is your slightly freaked out reaction to him lifting you with ease.
This time was no different.
You stifled a surprised yelp, your body going nearly stiff as he squeezed you tightly. “It's okay if you forgot, that's the entire reason you're taking these meds anyways right?” He said light-heartedly.
“Its a messed up system but you'll get through it, we will get through it.” He smiled, burying his face in your neck. “Any other ideas on what I can do to make you feel better?” He whispered against your shoulder, sending very welcome shivers down your spine.
Wait…did he just…did he mean it li-
“I, uh..are…are you h-hitt-hitting on m-me?” you stuttered, mind spinning with uncertainty, most functions muddled by the feeling of his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around you.
He stiffened and you felt his face heat up against your neck, silence ensued. After what felt like an eternity he responded in a meek stutter.
“I mean- I'm not- like me personally- i-...” You couldn't help but snicker, a taunt bubbled its way up.
“only if you want me to.”
The bubble popped, spilling words up and down your throat, making you choke on them. You coughed into your hand, clearing them away.
You then realized that you had no response. No answer to whether you wanted him to hit on you or not.
’it's your best friend for christ sake, how could you just ruin the friendship like that!?’ one voice shouted in your head.
‘hes offering so why not take it, you know how he's looked at you during class, how his hands have mistakenly wandered all those times when he felt it was ‘needed’ to pick you up. What about all those times you thought about him folding you in half or bending you over his desk or having his callused fingers deep inside you while he rambles about All might, only letting you cum once you answer trivia questions correctly?’
…
The second voice made a pretty good argument.
But still, you couldn't find the words to say it. You fidgeted in your seat, thinking but forgetting that you were currently sitting on someone's lap until something started poking you in your back. You froze, embarrassment, and some pride, oozing out of every pore.
“Izu…” you felt it twitch, causing you to gasp quietly. “ Are…are you hard?”
He instantly started apologizing, stammering out half sentences and other things that were so jumbled together that it sounded like gibberish. Through the noise you heard a single sentence clear as day.
“im sorry but your butt is so soft and your thighs were pressing against me and it's so hot and I would ask you to get up because we're friends and I dont want to be creepy but I'm not going to because I like the feeling and I don't want you to get up and I feel I've said too much…”
Or rather several turned into a single run-on sentence.
You could feel his heartbeat hammering in his chest like a hummingbird. If you weren't so thoroughly embarrassed and extremely turned on you would feel kind of sorry for him.
You turned around, now straddling his lap. His hard on grazed your shorts as you adjusted, poking into your tummy now. You swallowed nervously, it was huge.
Your arms rested on the back of the chair next to his head. Having closed your eyes, you took a deep breath before opening them, before seeing his boyish freckled face as red as a stop sign.
The sight stoked the small fire in your stomach. With the flames emboldening you, before you could stop yourself you leaned forwards, capturing his lips in a kiss. Though hesitant at first, sparks lept beneath your skin and fizzled on your tongue as it explored his mouth.
You tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth, his breathy moan slipping into your mouth, driving you crazy as his hands settled at your hips.
Your hand combed through his curly green locs, finding purchase at the root. You tugged a little and a pathetic little whimper fell out his mouth,
“mmh-shit~”
It sent a powerful shock to your core, unintentionally grinding against his cock. You pulled away for air, staring into desperate pleading eyes.
“I-”
You cut him off with a deep growl as you leaned down, licking up and down the side of his neck, tasting the warm salty sweat. In between your thighs you felt his cock twitch as he mewled and moaned at your touch. You sucked lightly on his neck, pinpointing which spot made him whine the most.
You parted your lips, hovering over the spot. With every puff of hot air he kneaded your hips, a silent plea that was ignored. Pulling away, you admired your sweaty panting work, his eyes were low and his pupils dilated as his lips quivered from the intensity of your stare.
You swallowed thickly, the heat between your legs growing uncomfortably warm.
“Do you-”
“Yes, please.” He begged, cutting you off. “Please, can I?” His hand roamed your body, circling your hips and ass, gently squeezing and grabbing. You were initially taken by surprise, not expecting him to be so eager.
“Y-” before you could fully answer he stood up, holding you with one hand. Your arms latched themselves around his neck, and your legs circled his waist. A fuzzy feeling drifted into your heart that was quickly burned by the flame of arousal as he pretty much threw you onto the bed, climbing right after you.
He flipped you onto your stomach with ease and propped up your knees, simultaneously presenting your ass to him and pressing your face into the pillow. You grunted and sat up a bit, still dizzy from the rapid movement, when you felt your panties and shorts shoved to the side to reveal your ashamedly already sopping wet cunt.
“Wowie,” he breathed, his hands on the curve of your ass admiring his very open and perverted vista. You looked back at him, trying not to laugh.
“D-did you just say ‘wowie’!?” you asked, fighting back snickers even if it made your cunt throb needlessly. The air could have started to steam with how red his face was.
“Yeah, i mean what else could I say? You're so pretty and you're spread out in front of me like a four course dinner and it's not a dream this time.” He said breathlessly, his hands wandered over your ass cheeks and thighs, his fingers indenting the soft pliable skin. It struck a cord, sending lightning down your nerves. your eyes lidded as you arched your back, pressing your face into the pillow to muffle the satisfied moans leaking out.
You felt a bit ashamed, were you really so touchstarved that him simple kneading your ass was enough to make you moan uncontrollably?
But honestly right now you could care less as long as he keeps his big, warm scarred hands on your body. Your thighs trembled as he squeezed you with a little more force than before.
You cried out in surprise as he suddenly licked a stripe down the front of your pussy. Your hips bucked as his tongue explored deeper into your wet folds, moans spilling out of your mouth.
“i thought they were lying but it's true, you taste like candy.” He mumbled into your cunt, massaging your insides with his tongue. You hugged his pillow, burying your face in it. His tongue reached your spot, deep inside and you took the pillow in between your teeth. Your breath came out in short hot huffs that was interrupted by whine, moan, grunt or whimper. All of which he made you do in 5 minutes of eating you out.
Your moans quickly reached a fever pitch as you approached your first orgasm of the night. “your a candy I've dreamt about licking for a long time.” He muttered huskily against your cunt. You cried out in ecstasy, profanity leaking out your mouth as it wreaked through you, painting your vision white with pleasure.
It surprised you, you've never came that fast on your own and especially not that hard. Hard enough to have ringing in your ears and a sore throat.
Your cunt pulsated around his tongue, every little twitch forcing a groan from your lips as he withdrew it. You partially collapsed, your face hitting his pillows. Sweating and shivering, a panting mess.
“T-that was amazing,” He whispered as he pulled away, your slick covering his face. “you came so fast, I wanna make you cum on my tongue until you can't see straight.” He mumbled giddily as he positioned himself underneath you, wrapping his arms around your thighs.
Your insides clenched as he roughly sat you on his face. The sensation made you jolt up straight, putting all of your weight on his face.
You yelped and tried to lift up a little, apologizing, but his arms kept you where you were. “where are you going?” his biceps flexed, the scarred muscle rippling as his hold tightened.
you looked down and locked eyes with him, messy green hair crowded between your thighs, eyes low and trained on yours with a goofy smile. “Fuck, i…” you trailed off. “What?” You felt his thumb gently rub the inside of your thigh reassuringly. “I'm too heavy, I'm scared I'll hurt your face.” You admitted, looking away.
He sat up,looking concerned and setting you on his lap. “A little weight won't hurt me. If I can carry All Might on top of a fridge through sand I think I can handle the weight of the girl of my dreams.” He said casually, a light blush sprouting on his face. your eyes widened,
“The girl o-”
“look at these muscles.” He cut you off, brandishing his arms. “With the amount of work I've put into these bad boys,” he flexed, the movement sent fire down your skin, imagining his large scarred hands around your throat while he whispered praise in your ear.
“Do you believe me now?” He said, snapping you out of your fantasy. “Huh? Oh! The strength thing?” You zoned back in. “No,” you said plainly, holding your arms in front of your chest. No matter what he said you were completely convinced that you were too heavy for him.
Then suddenly you were in the air, staring at the floor. You haven't even seen him get up nevertheless heft you over his shoulder.
With a shreik you stiffened, grabbing onto whatever par of him you could reach. “Put me down! Put me down now!” You whisper shouted, aware of how loud your previous reaction was.
“But you won't believe me when I say you're not heavy!” He pouted, moving you from being draped over his shoulder to a bridal carry. He stifled a laugh when he saw your panicked expression. “It's like holding a doll, honest.” He reassured, shifting you towards him, reflexively you put a hand on his chest.
Your palm was warm against his skin. Sending shivers down his spine. He exhaled softly, A pang of pleasure shot down south, his dick hardening yet again in his boxers.
You looked up him with indecisive untrusting eyes, “a-are you sure I won't hurt you?” “Nothing you could ever do would hurt me unless you wanted it too.” He whispered, nuzzling against your face, giving it a gentle kiss that made your skin tingle and your heart melt. “I could even pick you up against the wall and lick all those sensitive sports without breaking a sweat.
You blushed wildly, the vivid imagery making you tense up. “You're a hundred percent sure?.” You were slowly starting to relent. “One million bajillion percent sure.” you sighed, “fine I gu-ahhh~” his eyes lit up like lightning and within seconds you were positioned back over his face. He plunged his tongue deep into your folds, causing you to sit on his face a little harder than you meant to, tasting every inch of you he could reach.
Your hips bucked and grinded against his mouth as you grabbed a fistful of his hair. You arched your back,eyes screwed shut in ecstacy, rough, breathy gasping moans trickled out of your lips.
Sneakily, his hand dipped below the waistband of his heavily tented boxers. Hesitantly wrapping around the base of his shaft. His cock throbbed in his grip, already covered in precum.
“Mmmph! Fuck, izu~” you whimpered his name so naturally, so smoothly, like it was made just for you to say. His cock twitched, dousing itself in another sticky layer of pre that slowly began to leak through his pants.
He wanted to jerk himself off so badly but the thought of your hands around his dick, slowly teasing and inspecting every inch of it, was too good to pass up.
Maybe if he makes you cum hard enough you'll even grace him with your mouth.
“Aah~! fuck it, I'm so close Zuzu. Please~”
The nickname sent a fiery shot of pleasure down his dick. He grunted as his release flooded him, and his pants. Hearing you beg, plead and cry for a release that he could bring you did things to him that he's been dreaming about for months. Hoping for for weeks.
Your thighs started shaking, tense on either side of his head. You tried to stop yourself from squishing him but his tongue flicked your clit just right and with a cry, muffled by your fist, you came, holding on to the headboard for support. Your thighs shook, closing instinctually and smothering his face.
Your eyelids fluttered closed and your mind grew foggy as you breathed through the aftershocks. Underneath your thighs, izuku was elated. Even if he couldn't breath and his vision was quickly fading. Your fat ass suffocating him is an end he will and is welcoming with open arms.
You felt Izuku's arms loosen, and then go limp. You dazedly looked down to realize that you were actually suffocating him, but he didn't make any move to stop you.
You jumped up, crawling backwards a bit, resting your loaded weapon on his pelvis instead. you leaned down, resting your arms on either side of his chest. His face was dark blue but a peaceful smile rested on his lips, your eyes widened and you panicked. You poked his face, cold and clammy.
Fuck, you just killed your best friend.
You jumped off of the bed, contemplating whether to go get help or escape out the window. Cyanosis doesn't necessarily mean death, you had to remind yourself of that as you already had one leg over his balcony railing.
He would understand…hopefully.
You heard him cough, and clambered back into the room, kneeling next to the bed on the floor. He slowly sat up, breathing heavily as the color returned to his face. Tears pricked your eyes, guilt gnawing at your chest.
“Y-your not dead!?” You asked, tears flowing down your face. With one last cough he shook his head, looking at you with a look of joy that poorly masked his lust.
The fire inside him burned so hot and raged for so long that it became unbearable. His pants were uncomfortably tight and his boxers were damp with precum. He had to be inside you one way or another, his near brush with god was the last straw of self control he had.
“If I was, it would be the only way I'd wanna go.” He pressed his forehead against yours, drinking in your scared expression that made you look small.
“R-really!? You were ser-serious?” Your face screwed up as more tears forced their way out.
“Absolutely I am, I've been waiting for you. I never really thought that it’d happen, not with such a pretty girl like you, but I was hoping you would see that I wanted to be more than friends.” He pulled you into his lap, you twitched as you felt his cock poke you in the back a few inches higher than before.
“But…”you looked at him with those confused, clueless eyes. For someone so intelligent, you had your moments. “We were already best friends!” You exclaimed, you brow furrowed as you thought. “There's no other friend teirs other than associate, friend and best friends?”
Izuku couldn't help but smile. “Well if there's no other friend teirs then what does that mean?” He hinted, wanting to see the moment when the gears click and your eyes get super clear, seeing the connections you missed..
“It- ohh,”
There it is
“You wanna be my b-boyf-…you know what I'm trying to say.” You looked away sheepishly, embarrassed.
“Yeah I do, I want to be your,” he gently pulled your face towards him.
“Boyfriend~” he whispered, getting in real close to your ear. Your body malfunctioned, a quiet whimper sneaked out.
“So can I?”
Your skin tingled, bumps raised, your body wasn't used to this type of influx of emotions. You broke eye contact, opting to stare at his hands instead. You nodded, your mouth was a thin line. To anyone but izuku they would have taken it as you didn't want it but he knew better.
He gave you time, he knew that your brain was practically melting off the hinges at the thought of being wanted.
But he still wanted to have a little fun.
“Can you look me in the eye and say it? Please?” He asked sweetly, your hands covered your face.
“That's okay, we can do something else.” He started, running his hands down your shoulders. “Something I've been wanting for a while, you wanna do that?”
His gentle and caring tone made you wet all over again. You uncovered your face just enough to make eye contact and nod, chewing on your lip behind your hands.
Instantly he pushed you down, pinning your hands above your head. “I'm going to go slow okay?” You nodded, your eyes fluttering, flustered. “If it gets too much then you can tell me to stop, remember that.” He mumbled of your neck, leaving light kisses that trailed down to your collarbone.
He had barely started but you were already breathing hard, half moans and breathy whispers slipping out. His lips were so soft on your skin, his breath dangerously hot as he searched for the spot that would melt you into a nice little puddle.
He nipped at your skin, a small gasp escaped you as you instinctively moved your head, allowing him more access. His nips turned into bites, light at first, just enough to make you squirm. His teeth sunk into the base of your neck and you gasped, bucking your hips into him, in a nice slow rhythm.
He grunted, slowly exhaling through his nose. “You don't know half of the things you do to me.” He whispered, gently teasing your skin between his teeth.
“harder~.” You whispered. He huffed as his hips snapped up against you, disrupting the rhythm as he set his own. He grinded his hips against you desperately, hungrily, chasing a release against your sobbing cunt.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, stopping him. He whined into your neck, breathing hard, so close to release.
“i-i need you i-in me,” you mewled, in an instant, his pants and boxers basically vanished, his veiny, erect cock standing proudly, slick with cum and pre. His prominent blue veins pulsed in anticipation.
You inhaled sharply at it's size, about 7 inches long and quite thick. You insides throbbed at the thought of him shoving that into you all at once, or sliding it in inch by inch. He must have sensed your hesitation because he pulled away, looking you in your eyes.
“Are you ready?” He asked, cupping your face with one hand, looking at you with all the love in the world.
Your eyes flickered between his face and his cock before you steeled yourself and nodded. “It's your first time right, I'll be gentle, okay?” He whispered as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss.
Your tongues worked against each other sensually, slowly, with barely restrained eagerness. He took one hand and rested it behind your head, pulling you into him some.
His hips shifted but he hesitated, worried. You pulled away from the kiss, panting as your stomach twisted with excitement and lust.
“can you put it in, please ple-” your pleading was cut off as he slipped in what felt like the first inch with a low growl. you squeaked as your velvety walls squeezed and stretched to accommodate his size. Your cunt ached, painfully at first but quickly dissolved into toe curling pleasure.
It was nothing like using your fingers. It knocked the breath out of your lungs and set fire to every nerve, leaving you panting, moaning and squirming.
“God you are so sexy.” Izuku shakily mumbled into your neck, gently placing kisses up and down your face and collarbone as you squirmed and made those beautiful whiny sounds.
“You take my tip so well.” He whispered against your cheek. “T-that wasn…wasn't the- it was just the tip!?” he laughed, you struggled to think with how good his cock felt inside you, but it was only just the tip. A tingle warmed your abdomen thinking about how fu'll you'll be when he pushes it all in, how wide he'll stretch you, what noises he'll make as he pounds into your desperate eager, wet pussy.
“Yeah, I'm a l-little big.” He admitted sheepishly. “Can I keep going? Please?” He asked, his hips trembling with need. You exhaled slowly, this was going to be a lot more dick than you thought.
You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, he slowly pushed in the first full inch. “Breathe, breathe through it.” He caressed your face, watching the dance of pain and pleasure in your features.
You took in a few deep breaths as he started with the second inch, a whine slipping through. Your hands that were being held above your head grasped for anything to hold onto. Izuku let go of your wrists and laced his hands through yours. “I know it hurts okay, but your taking it so well I'm so proud of you.” He praised. your stomach exploded in butterflies, your face heating instantly.
His words replayed over and over in your head. That previously painful, aching feeling in your heart dissolved into warm infatuation.
“Fuck, say that again.” You whispered, all vices forgotten. “please.”
He smiled, leaning in close to your ear. “You want me to say I'm proud of my girl?” His breath was hot against the shell of your ear, intimate and sensual. With a gasp you bucked your hips against him, accidentally taking all 7 inches inside.
He groaned as you cried out, wrapping your legs around him as you squeezed your eyes shut. You whispered a high pitched string of curses as his cock filled you completely.
“damn,” He breathed, “it turned you on that much?” he teased, admiring the bashfully expression on your face.
You tripped over your words, half explaining half telling him to fuck off.
“Okay! Okay sorry.” He chuckled, tracing one hand down your cheek. “I didn't mean it in a bad way,” he said gently. “and plus,” he added, pecking you on the lips, “ I wanna know what makes your heart stop and your knees weak since I already know how to take your breath away.”
“How?”
“Like this.”
He drove his hips up into yours, ramming his cock into your cervix and keeping it there. You choked on thin air, a strangled “fuck,” escaping. You blanked, the sizzling static feeling in your veins made you forget everything. All you could feel, was him.
You blinked your eyes open, unaware they were closed in the first place as the static died down, slowly revealing an intense need, His dick wasn't enough, you needed him. You ached for him, wanting to be covered in him, to have him hold you so close that you can't tell where you end and he begins.
You reached up and pulled his face into yours, moaning as you shoved your tongue in his mouth. A fresh layer of slick coated your insides, your arousal building.
As your tongues danced around each other in his mouth your other hand crept up his side, running over hard tense muscles. His body shivered want radiating off of him like waves. “Good boy~” you whispered absentmindedly, Suddenly it was like a switch flipped.
He growled low and deep into the kiss, a noise you'd never heard him do before before breaking away for air. Suddenly he pulled out, you cried and whimpered, mourning the loss of warmth and fullness. He flipped you over, lust taking over at the sight of you vulnerable, open, crying for him, his cock. His body screamed at him to ram his dick into you until you were a simpering moaning cum filled mess, unable to speak from being so full of him.
But he held back, this was your first ti-
From your place bent over in front of him, you looked back, one hand pleasuring yourself and the other spreading you open as soft moans and cries came from your gently shaking body. You were so wet that it had started to drip onto the sheets, pussy lips swollen and glistening.
Roughly he pushed his length into you, it slid in perfectly. You purred beneath him, stretching out on the sheets like a cat, arching your back and gently bouncing your ass against his hips. He hissed, his dick glided in and out, disappearing into you. He grabbed your hips with both hands and thrusted, pulling you back into him. Your ass cheeks bounced off of him. The recoil making it ripple and he pounded into you.
Each thrust pushed out strangled gasped and moans as he claimed your pussy. Your velvety walls squeezed him, making lewd wet sounds as his slick covered dick hit your cervix.
“O-oh my god, your so tight, your strangling my dick honey.” He moaned, tightening his grip on your waist as he went faster, his heavy balls slapping against your clit.
“I-im sor-sory honey I know I s-said I'll be gentle but,” he punctuated with a thrust “you feel so fucking good right now, I don't wanna stop.”
A warning wave of pleasure rolled through him and He grunted as he begrudgingly slowed down his pace, feeling his dick throbbing inside your wet walls. Your soft moans turned into whining, your hips bucking against him, desperate for some friction. He stilled you with a hand on your side, nails digging into your plush hips.
You shivered underneath him, your back arching, body begging for more attention.
“Babe- baby, stop, hold on a second.” He panted, “y-you gotta give me a sec-” your cunt pulsed and his hand tightened on your side. “I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He whispered under his breath.
“Promise?” You breathed, pussy throbbing from how easily he was keeping you from moving.
“Do you want me to cum in you honey?” He massaged your hips, “you want me to paint those pretty insides white?” He asked. You felt your abdomen tighter at his words.
“Every h-hole,” you mumbled, hardly able to think. The feeling of his big scarred hands kneading your butt so gently made your body feel warm and tingly as a light fog settled over your mind.
He snickered, leaning down to plaster kisses across the curve of your cheeks. “every hole huh? Someone's needy.” he teased. “But it's okay I'll- gi-give you want you n-need.”He huffed as he slowly rolled his hips against you, causing you to whimper and nod.
“I know you want it, I want it too baby, I'll make sure you feel good.” His hands kneading your thighs before grabbing your cheeks and slamming his hips into them. Just to watch the jiggle and bounce.
Quickly his pace quickened, splitting you open with each thrust. You bucked you hips against him, each roll of his hips pushing you fowards on the bed a bit.
The room filled with the rapid sound of wet skin against skin. The smell of sex permeated the air accompanied by wanton sounds of pleasure. Your back arched forcing him deeper,. Your walls fluttered around him, taking him in so easily. Each thrust made a loudly wet squelching sound of precum and slick that leaked out of your pussy. You were gripping the sheets as your head started feeling fuzzy.
You cried out broken incoherent sentences, the profanity being the clearest. Soon you felt your orgasm approaching, holding on to one of his pillows for dear life as he punished your insides.
“ ‘m gunna cum, ‘s too good.” You slurred. Drool dripping down the side of you mouth, painting his pillows. your fucked out babbling sent lighting down his dick, it throbbed painfully with his release.
“Mhm? Oh yeah? Cum on my dick honey, I got you.” His cock rubbed against your G-spot and you came apart, screaming into the pillow as your insides tensed around him still thrusting, your hips moving on their own. With every thrust the overstimulation shot through your body. It felt so good that pressure started building behind your eyes.
He grunted feeling your body tense up beneath him, “good job honey, I-i knew you could do it.” He praised breathlessly, his cock swelling inside you. He leaned over you, lacing his hands on top of yours. He shuddered a sigh, feeling your body heat under him. “im gonna cum too baby, are you r-ready?.” his balls tightened as his orgasm rolled over him.
A strangled cry was all you could manage before his hips stuttered, hot cum spurting inside you coating everything in his slimy seed. He buried his dick inside you, pushing past your cervix with a growl as he filled you up. “Your gonna be full of my cum cuz your my honey, my baby.” He whispered, His grip on your hands tightened, “and no one can't take you away from me, I promise.”
The thought of you being all his sent a pang of pleasure down his dick, overstimulating it a bit. he let out a small whimper into your neck. Following it up with a kiss. you could feel his heartbeat on your back. Fast and Erratic like his breathing.
He sighed, after fucking the cum back into you he had completely emptied his balls inside you. “I'm gonna pull out now okay?” You nodded dazedly, crying as he pulled out with a pop. Your cunt convulsed, pushing out some of the cum with a lewd splurt.
You were both breathing heavy, his cock was covered in slick and cum and your pussy was a mess. He admired it. Your hole, sufficiently stretched to his his size, fluttered as cum leaked out in a steady stream.
Embarrassingly that was enough to make him hard again. The sight of you stuffed with his cum, your cunt gasped to his size, your sweaty body was because of him, your quiet whimpers were because of him, your shaking legs were because of him.
He gently lowered your legs and laid you on your back, your eyes were fluttering closed. Trying their hardest to stay open. He settled next to you, pulling you into him. “I put you to sleep huh?” He pet your bonnet which miraculously stayed on this entire time. You tried to say something but you weren't conscious enough to get it out. He laid your head on his chest.
“Shh, don't fight it, I want you to rest, I'll be right here when you wake up.” He gave you kiss on the forehead and started rubbing your back, ready to fall asleep himself.
You made a sound that sounded faintly like “promise?”
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