izuku x reader.
This is a small piece of a fanfiction I have posted on AO3, a little bit of fluff. If you continue to the link, it is nsfw with a bit more on the readers quirk :) please enjoy.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18574132
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You were so late! You had promised Izuku to be at your favorite restaurant at 8pm for a date and it was nearing 10pm. As you ran up to the front of the beautiful place, you panted and caught your breath. You looked up to see your boyfriend walking out, take out in his hands.
“I’m sorry!” You gasped. He shook his head, pulling you away from blocking the entrance. You could taste a bit of liquor on his lips as he greeted you with a kiss.
“It’s okay, how many times have I been late? Let’s go home so you could relax, yeah?” Izuku calmly told you, his cheeks pink from what you assumed as drinking alone while he waited for you. You smiled and nodded, his hand slipping into yours as you asked him about his day.
He told you today had been a pretty relaxed day, a bit of patrol, telling of helping a capture, one villain who had taken hostage of a convenience store cashier. You listened intently, you never grew tired of hearing his soothing voice. His stuttering nearly gone as his confidence grew. As a person, a hero and as a lover.
The two of you arrived at your apartment, you took out your keys, knowing if you let your tipsy boyfriend do it. You’d be standing there for a while. He told you to wash up as he warmed up the food so you could eat.
You gave his a quick kiss before walking into the bathroom. You removed your make up and tied your hair up in a loose ponytail, you washed your face and hands. You looked at your features.
A small cut on your cheek that most likely would fade if you went to the healing intern at the agency. You didn’t look too tired and was hoping to make up for being late with some activities in the bedroom. You splashed a bit of cold water on your face to relax. Next the bedroom, changing out of your clothes to put on a tank top and some leggings.
“Babe, it’s ready!” You heard Izuku call from the kitchen. You walked out and saw him leaning against the counter, warm food on the dinner table. He sat with you, drinking a beer while you drank water. The both of you chatting as you ate, taking note that he was drinking more than usual, having drank another beer while you finished your meal.
You washed your dishes, humming a song that had been stuck in your head all day. You felt hands on your hips, not bothering to look behind you because you already recognized the grip. Chest against your back, a chin on top of your head, hips pressed snug against your backside.
“Izuku… what are you doing?” You mused, you could feel one thing that was paying attention to you as your boyfriend didn’t respond. His fingers slipping just underneath the waistline of your leggings. You finish and dry your hands on a small towel. You pull away just a bit to turn around and look at him, his eyes hazy as he daydreams.
You lean up pressing a kiss against his neck and chuckle when he jumps, brought back to reality. He smiled down at you and tilted his head down to give you a soft kiss, lips pressing against yours, just as sweet as when you two were teenagers kissing in the dorm. You sighed softly, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks, fingers caressing his jaw. But kissing didn’t seem to be the only thing on his mind.
You giggle out as his hands tickle your ribs, you squealed out as he didn’t stop, enjoying how the quiet apartment filled with your voice.
“Punishment time.” He grins. You shake your head quickly and laugh as you try to escape his grasp. He held you tight and lifted you, laughing as you held onto his head, pressing his face into your chest. Izuku dropped you in the futon couch, straddling your legs that tried to kick him away. His large hands slip under your tank top to tickle your ribs and stomach. Tears form in your eyes and your stomach starts hurting at the assault.
“Ah! Izuku! Aha-Stop! Sorry, sorry!” You cried out breathless, exhausted giggling leaving you as you try to push his hands away. He looked satisfied and slowly stopped, taking your hands in his. You let yourself breathe and give him a apologetic smile. “Sorry for being late.”
“You could still make it up to me…” You knew that sheepish look anywhere, the way his green eyes averted your gaze, the way he scratched his chin in thought.
