cw : female reader, rough sex, readers a brat, unprotected sex, pwp, dacryphillia, spoiled reader, pet names !
this is … excessive.
that’s the only thing izuku can think of as he watches you from his spot on the bed, eyes bright and curious as you gaze into the mirror.
"what's this?" he sighs, moving the papers aside as he watches you fiddle with the plastic tube. he squints as you bring the wand to your lashes, eyes wide and mouth agape as you brush in careful strokes.
"waterproof mascara" you smile, pumping the wand in its tube before bringing it back up to your eyes, "bought it earlier today."
he blinks — his paperwork suddenly far less intriguing than it'd been for the last thirty minutes. izuku doesn't know much about makeup, but what he does know, is no one should have this much.
"mascara?” he starts, dragging his feet towards you, “don't you already have some of those..."
your gaze follows his, shelves full of makeup on your vanity suddenly mocking — colourful tubes and bright lettering decorating every surface.
"yeah, but this one's waterproof..." you lie, hoping he may have forgotten all the others you'd bought for the same reason.
sure, you had a couple, maybe a few more than the regular person should have — but trial and error is expensive, let alone the humiliation of raccoon eyes on a night out.
green orbs find yours through the glass of the mirror, a knowing gaze etched on his face that only meant trouble. the tubes stripped from your grasp, quickly confiscated and wound tight in izuku's hand.
"waterproof, huh?" he mutters, staring at the product like a shiny new toy. his fingers brush past your shoulder as he points to another, "just like this one is? and this one?"
his mockery only sets you off, plucking the tube from his hand to tuck it away in your vanity.
"none of them work, izu. they just get all streaky and it ruins my face when i'm out with the girls ... i'm just checking for false advertising!" you huff, arms circled over his shoulders as you peer at him through decorated lashes. "don't you want me to look pretty?"
and izuku knows he shouldn't give in, shouldn't be a pushover just as he has been in times like these. but if his girl needs help, who is he to deny you?
"of course i do."
scarred hands trail the curvature of your body, tugging the hem of your shirt just enough to catch a glimpse of your bra. "but can't you look pretty without funding the entire company with my debit card?"
the smile on your face is answer enough, triumphant and cocky, like you knew just as well as he did that his complaints would fall on deaf ears.
even as you move him towards the soft sheets and press your body into his, he knows its only your feeble attempt to distract — a facade you both know he'll give in to the second your hand palms him through his sweats.
well, if he was buying the mascara, he deserved to test it just as much as you, no?
"i-izu .. izu, please—" you choke out a whine, face smushed against the pillows as you try to keep up. his pace is relentless — every slap of skin a punishing rhythm that brings tears of pleasure to your eyes.
the sheen on his face matches yours, green curls stuck to his forehead as he pants against your lips. warm breath mixing as he looks at you with a dazed stare.
“only the best for you, right? so we gotta — mmm — test it”
your eyes shut in pure bliss, lips caught between your teeth as you lose yourself on the way his hips slam into your wet cunt. a broken gasp slips free when he trails a hand down your front — squeezing over the valley of your breasts until it reaches your swollen nub.
the dam breaks.
"there it is" he coos, smile plastered on his face as a scarred hand swipes at your cheeks, flecks of black mixing with your tears. "think you can—fuck— you can count this one out too, princess"
the roll of his hips mixed with the circles on your swollen nub sends you into a haze, a feverish heat burrowing it's way into your chest as you writhe underneath him.
your fingers trench harder into the pillow, blackened tears forming a pool underneath you.
“izu-izuku, please. please.‘m gonna cum—“
the familiar coil building in your tummy as he moves against you in short, sloppy thrusts —each one forcing you deeper into the sheets. you splutter as he blanks a hand against your head, fingers entangled with the soft tendrils as he grunts against the shell of your ear.
the feeling only makes your cunt flutter, squeezing his length like a vice as tears spill down your cheeks.
“gonna have t’find one that can handle me, hm?” he starts, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks. “its okay, princess. i’m here to help now”
and if it meant you’d get to test them all like this - with the sheets stained black and your face smushed into the pillow…
only slightly proof read cause i’m still getting my hair done… pls ignore the formatting im on fuckass mobile </3 comments and reblogs greatly appreciated!! MWAH 💋
katsuki bakugo is the type of man to randomly announce he’s dating someone in an interview…
“mr.dynamight, any plans after this patrol is over?!”
he glares at the camera, shoving the lens right out of his face. “tsk—! fuck off, you money hungry extras! it’s none of your—”
the blonde pauses mid-rant, catching everyone off guard as he suddenly leans down.
“—actually, give me this crap!”
he grabs ahold of the no doubt expensive ass camera, essentially blogging on national television in an unfaltering angle zoomed right into his nostrils.
“i know yur’ ass is watching this, y/n, so answer your god damn phone already!!” he shouts, unknowingly becoming a worldwide meme the literal next day.
everyone’s jaws drop as the cameraman scrambles to catch the equipment bakugo tossed back like nothing.
“mr.dynamight, please elaborate! who is this y/n you speak of?!” they exclaim, mics quickly shoved into his face as the paparazzi lights began flashing for the latest hero gossip in town.
“hah?” he scoffs back, frowning like the answer is completely obvious—and like their the idiots for even asking such a thing. “my wife.”
let’s just say your identity was trending the next day on all platforms… #answerthephoney/n
izuku midoriya starts tearing up as soon as his cockhead pushes into your gummy walls.
his body shudders as he threatens to collapse on top of you. various pleas and whines escape his mouth, your name on his tongue like a prayer.
“please, oh fuck— you’re so tight for me”
“you’re so so perfect, my love”
“please! god, you’re so beautiful”
he doesn’t know what he’s pleading for. but he knows he’s pleading for you.
and that’s all he can think about.
izuku’s hair falls in front of his eyes like a curtain, but his lovesick haze can’t be hidden behind the strands.
his hand grip yours tightly as he thrusts his tip in and out of your pretty hole. it’s too much for him, his dripping mushroom tip leaks and dribbles into and around your cunt as proof.
his free hand slides down your body, caressing your breasts and lingering along your tummy. finally, it reaches its home between your thighs. izuku’s thumb rubs sloppy circles around your clit, as he shakes from pleasure.
his forehead drops to meet yours as fat tears squeeze themselves out of his eyes and onto your cheeks.
“can i? oh please, baby, can i?” izuku babbles.
he’s trying to take it slow, to tease you even more with his painfully hard erection, but he was fraying at the edges. every choked out call of your name begged you to let him sink into you.
once you let him, izuku was eager to push the rest of himself into your warm pussy. his balls hit against you, heavy and aching.
his thrusts quickly transformed from slow and cautious to sporadic and desperate. every moan floated above the squelches of your pussy sucking him in and the slap of skin against skin.
his thumb that circled your puffy clit began stuttering, as did izuku’s hips. he was shaking, face buried into your neck because everything was too much to handle.
“please, baby. fuck, i need you! cum with me, please!” he cried, hot tears falling against your skin.
your pussy clenched around him deliciously, and he was a goner. izuku sobbed into your neck while he emptied himself into your fluttery cunt, hot and filling.
as you came, he kept humping you desperately, his sensitive cock dragging along your sloppy walls.
izuku didn’t bother to pull out as he kissed up your neck to the spot below your ear.
summary: a sparring session with kirishima gets a little out of hand, and being the only medic able to deal with katsuki bakugou, you’re left with the aftermath.
content: fluff + SMUT - mdni ! boxer!bkg + medic!reader. kiri feature! blood & injury. feelings!!! tension. lots of banter. clear consent. semi-public. making out. thigh riding. slight marking / hickeys. fondling. titty sucking. fingerfucking. cum eating. bkg does not get off but he is fine w that. there is a quite a bit of build up before the smut lol. wc: 5.2k.
note: #needthat
masterlist. | header art credit: @ ami_ranthao on tiktok !
In the ring, he came alive. An absolute powerhouse, brute force and flawless technique bleeding together to create Katsuki Bakugou, one of the best up and coming boxers of your time. Everyone was a little enamored— a perfect face paired with such a vulgar tongue, an ego backed with the skill to match.
His win-or-nothing attitude led him to the top, but also caused complications with his medical staff. A few too many outbursts had scared them into backing down, allowing him to keep pushing despite his injuries.
Until you were hired a few months ago.
The first day you were assigned to him, the other medics had either snickered or grimaced, having each had their own share of bad luck with him. It seemed to be some rite of passage among them. When you met him, you understood exactly what the others had meant. There was enough fire behind that stare to send anyone skittering away.
But, to their surprise, you had returned back in one piece, with a perfectly bandaged Katsuki trailing behind you; glowering, with something like an irritated smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but tended to.
You were the only medic that could handle him.
Which is why you were spending your Saturday evening with your knees drawn to your chest on a bench at the edge of the boxing gym as he sparred with his close friend, and fellow boxer, Eijirou Kirishima.
The sound of their collective panting filled the air, the thud of fists against skin echoing off the walls as they tested each other.
Quick jabs, hits to the ribs; it was push and pull as they were nearly on equal ground, two decorated professionals with national titles.
You had to keep a close eye— track his movements to take note of any injuries, run over how exactly you would deal with each one. It was your job to.
But, admittedly, you found your gaze wandering against your will lately. More often than you wanted to admit.
It was difficult to ignore the way his biceps flexed with each jab, how soft blond tufts fell over his face, stuck to the sweat lining his forehead, the low hang of his boxing shorts highlighted his abs straining with each motion.
"Fuck!"
The sharp curse broke your trance, eyes snapping up, immediately alert.
Eijirou's hands flew over his mouth, his fighter's stance softening, hesitant hands reaching out towards his friend whose head was angled down, fighting to not reel.
"Woah, man, I am so sorry—"
Katsuki slapped his hand away, wiping at the blood beginning to drip down his nose with the back of his hand, unyielding eyes meeting Eijirou's.
"Keep it goin', Shitty Hair. And you,"
He didn't bother to look at you as you approached, keeping his burning stare on his opponent while waving you off with a harsh motion of his free hand. "Get back."
His bite was nothing new. You didn't bother to fight the eye roll, stepping closer to assess the extent of the damage. "Don't be dumb. Let me look."
"You deaf or something? Beat it."
More blood trickled down, coming over the curve of his lip. You had worked with Katsuki long enough to know that he pushed himself until he was battered, had nothing left to give.
Your job was to keep that from happening.
With a sigh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow.
"You are gushing blood. Come on—"
"Get your fuckin' hands off me, you piece of—"
"Again, don't be dumb—"
Eijirou blinked between the two of you, watching as you wrestled to keep Katsuki's arm in your grip, ineffectively attempting to drag him away. With a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes, he began to take backwards steps towards the bench where he kept his water, knowing there was little else he could do in this situation.
"I'm gonna take five. Go with her, man."
Feeling Katsuki's resistance give in just enough, you tugged him towards the med bay, giving Eijirou a grateful look over your shoulder. You hoped he didn't feel too guilty. Sparring was never supposed to get this intense, after all. But, mistakes happened.
You offered soft apologies under your breath to the few nurses on the same late shift as you were with a tight smile as you rushed past them to guide him into the room at the very back, shutting the door behind you.
It was just you two now.
Katsuki was still panting, worked up from the fight. There was probably enough adrenaline in his system to keep him from feeling the real pain of his affliction.
You pushed him back onto the bed against the wall to your right with a hand over his chest, feeling the warm muscle rise up and down under your palm before you turned to rummage through the cabinet, fishing out a medical kit with a crease forming between your brows.
"Are you trying to get yourself put on medical leave before your match next week?"
He didn't say a word, only the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room as you felt his glare against your back.
You sighed.
"Right before I get off too..."
"Yeah," He scoffed, a mocking edge to his voice. "'Cause I did that shit on purpose."
"You kept pushing. That was stupid and you know it, the best athletes know when to call it quits."
Katsuki scoffed, his jutted lower lip pursing as you set down the kit beside him, opening it up to fish out some gauze. "Maybe we should get you in the ring. Since you're such an expert."
You pushed his thighs apart with an unimpressed look, standing between them to get as close as you could.
A hand went behind his neck, gently tilting his head down so the blood wouldn't trickle back into his nose, go down his throat.
You carefully pinched the sides of his nose bridge to stop the blood flow, wiping away at what had escaped with clean gauze.
“You love making my life harder,” you muttered under your breath. “Can’t you just admit I'm right? Say you’ll be more careful?”
“The day I say that shit you can put a gun to my head.”
You rolled your eyes, but he continued.
"I don't say shit I don't mean," he sighed out, abs flexing as he winced slightly. “If your meddling ass didn't get in the way, I would've won.”
“Or you would've gotten your ass beat, but whatever.”
“I've had worse. A fucked up nose is nothing."
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" you raised a brow, getting a new piece of gauze. "You never know when to stop, Katsuki. That's your issue."
The room settled into silence only the hum of the AC, your shifting, and the quiet, reluctant winces that slipped past as you tended to him.
His eyes never left you.
Sometimes, you wondered why.
Why he allowed you to treat him, why he let you get close. But you shook yourself out of those thoughts, reaching down to grab an ice pack. No time to get sidetracked, not now. Especially on something that was very likely nothing.
"Bleeding stopped."
He didn't respond, eyes downcast as you alternated between pressing it to either side of his nose bridge.
When he finally spoke, his words were quick. Quiet.
"I was going for his blind spot."
Said like he had to explain himself to you, or maybe himself.
But he didn't have to. You knew that his slip ups were extremely rare, he never made the same mistake twice— he beat himself up over every error, obsessed over earned perfection, victory.
His high standards for himself were what got him so far, but you knew they got to him. That, quietly, he sometimes needed reassurance, like anyone would.
“I know you were.” you finally responded, voice gentle, without pity.
"Eijirou's right side was open and he was getting tired. That was the right move. You would've gotten him."
He blinked down at you, as if assessing your honesty before a slight smile touched his lips. He gripped the edge of the small bed a little tighter, leaning down closer.
"Knew you were starin'."
Your heart jumped in your chest, but you pushed it down.
"Well, that is my job."
"It's your job to watch for injuries. Not stare."
You couldn't help what came out of your mouth next.
"Maybe I was staring at Eijirou."
"You think you're so funny."
"I think your ego's inflated."
"Wanna say that again?"
You pressed the ice a little too harshly into the side of his nose, drawing a small groan from him.
"Save it, Katsuki."
You packed up your kit and gathered the bloodied gauze to throw away, rinsing your hands before coming back to assess your work.
Blood clean, no signs of continued bleeding. A small bruise forming under his right eye from the trauma, expected.
It took everything in you to ignore the weight of his eyes, how he looked at you with an intensity reserved for his opponents in the ring. Calculating, searching. You could feel the burn crawling up the back of your neck. Professional, keep it professional.
You nodded a little too quickly, turning on your heel. "Yep, all good. No more sparring, but you can go back now."
He tugged you by the back of your shirt collar before you got too far, pulling you back between his legs, face only inches away from yours.
"You don't want that."
The sudden proximity along with his words made your heart spike, as if caught.
What did you want? The question made you uneasy.
(Or, maybe it was the answer that you knew deep down that made you want to crawl out of your skin.)
You pushed back slightly, deflecting.
“I want you to see Dr. Tanaka as soon as you can. I'll make an appointment for tomorrow morning since he left for the day. I think your nose is broken.”
“No it's not.”
It wasn't. If it had been broken, you would've known from one look, you would have been angrier with him. But that was your out, your excuse to get away. And he had called your bluff, gaze unmoving.
"Don't play dumb right now."
“I'm not playing dumb." the words came snappy, brave; but you were just so close, that fire faltered. His hand that had gripped the back of your collar had shifted carefully to the front, so close to your neck that you were afraid he might feel your heart try to burst out of your throat.
"You're just…" you trailed off, struggling to find your words. "…difficult. You're being difficult.”
"Difficult?" a dry sort of laugh. "You're the difficult one. For someone smart you can be pretty fuckin' dense."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, eyes darting between him and the door.
You knew what he meant. This back and forth between you was nothing new. But when it got too real you had always gotten away, said something and acted like nothing had happened once you cooled down.
The sounds outside seemed to be getting louder, closer. These doors didn’t have locks. Anyone could come in, find you like this. One of the nurses checking in, a gym goer looking for band-aids.
“Or maybe you do know. Hm?”
The question pulled you from your thoughts in an instant, made your eyes snap to his— first mistake. Once his crimson stare bored into yours, you couldn’t look away.
Could you have been that obvious? You thought your moments of distraction were fleeting, imperceptible to the average eye.
He had never commented on it before, slipping back to his normal self even after your closest calls.
But you should’ve known better. Katsuki Bakugou was not average in any sense of the word.
(Of course, he noticed. Of course he did.)
You sputtered something before you could think, just wanting to hear something other than the sound of your own thoughts.
"Some…someone could—"
"No one's gonna come in." his voice flat, dismissal easy. All matter of fact as he craned his neck down closer to you.
"Unless you want Eijirou to come in. Since you were, what, staring at him, right? That what you want?"
"What?!" the word was almost a squeak, high and taken aback. "That's not— "
You fought the strange heat crawling up your face by shooting him a look, eyes narrowing.
"Katsuki. I was joking."
He hummed.
(Unbelieving? Amused? A bit of both?)
"Sure you were."
You opened your mouth, then closed it. The deflections that had once come so easy were heavy on your tongue. There was no joke, no eye roll, nothing you could say to slip away. Not this time.
You sighed, next words defeated.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to be real with me." you could feel his breath against your lips; hot, charged. "Tell me you don’t want this, that you haven't thought about it.”
“Katsuki…”
It came out weaker than you wanted. Small, kind of breathless. Almost pleading.
For what— to let you go?
(To keep going?)
He kept egging, eyes not once leaving yours. “Say it. I'll stop.”
And you knew he would. Because he was being serious, you could tell by his voice— how it was low under his breath, softened.
For you, he was being intentionally careful.
Just the thought made you want to cave. But the entire reason your relationship worked, why you were able to handle him, was because you didn't give in.
"There are rules about this sort of thing—"
"You think I give a fuck about bullshit rules?"
"Yeah, I know you don't." you gave him a look. "But I do. I could lose my job, you could get me fired, or…"
You swallowed back the rest of it.
He didn't have to know how it made you afraid, testing the fragile nature of this relationship. How giving in meant that all of this could shatter, that this could all amount to one big mistake.
Katsuki blinked, taking in your expression. He looked off to the side for a beat, lips pursing in thought before, carefully, he took your hands into his.
"You know I won't let that happen. I don't see any of the other shitty medics here."
You snorted a little. Because you did know. You cocked your head to the side, a small smile tugging at your lips. "They're not shitty."
He didn't retaliate, just raised his brows slowly. The truth of his words wasn't what mattered, it was the implication behind them.
(You're the one I see. You.)
His earlier words rang in your ears.
Tell me you don't want this, that you haven't thought about it.
You couldn't, because you had.
Countless times— whenever you watched him hover over his opponents, keep them locked underneath him, the heat in his eyes, a cocky smile on his lips.
He wormed his way into your mind, more often than not, late at night. When sleep couldn't find you and your bed felt exceptionally cold. Empty.
(Him. You imagined him.)
Denying all of that was exactly what you should have done. That would have been the rational thing to do, the smart thing.
But as you traced his face, followed the soft curve of his cheeks against the otherwise harsh lines, watched the furrow of his brow deepen ever so slightly, as if he, of all people, was nervous— you couldn't fight the feeling anymore.
Because you wanted to kiss him, and you wanted him to kiss you— more than anything.
Hesitantly, you brushed your thumbs over the bruises on his knuckles.
“No, I… I do. Want this, I mean."
Something in his expression shifted. Surprise, for a brief second, before that cocky gleam in his eyes that you had seen when he was in-action settled over his face. Only, a little different. (A little sharper, hungrier.)
"Yeah?" he pushed closer, nose just barely brushing yours. "You want this?"
Slowly, you nodded.
"Yes."
His gaze darted from your eyes and lips before the sliver of space between you finally disappeared.
The kiss was tentative, careful. So unlike him that it caught you a little off guard.
Soft. His lips were so soft against yours.
He kissed you like he was trying to figure out the shape of your lips, go slow enough to savor the moment, commit the feeling to memory. The hand near your collar came up to cup your jaw, angle your face just right.
You had thought about what this would feel like for longer than you would ever admit. Did he think of you the same way? Were you what he had expected?
When he pulled back just enough to breathe, he drank in your expression; your pretty lips plush and parted, wide doe-eyes blinking up at him.
He groaned, "Fuck it."
You yelped when calloused hands gripped your arms, hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, thick biceps flexing as he pulled you down to straddle his thigh.
You planted your hands on his chest to steady yourself on instinct, unable to process it for a second. Your thighs were around his leg, his hands at your waist, holding you in a way you had only ever thought would exist in the secret fantasies you let yourself indulge in. The small bed creaking under your combined weight. His chest rising and falling under your palms.
Sometimes, you forgot how strong he actually was. How he wasn’t just some other annoying, short-tempered guy— his body was molded to his profession; brute strength and jagged lines carved from a life in the ring. His shoulders broad, a tapering waist, arms nearly the size of your head. He could probably pick you up and snap you in half if he really wanted to. Your stomach flipped at just the thought.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, he flexed the muscle of his thigh; deliberate, testing. Sharp eyes watching as your face flushed at his bare muscle pressing up against your core.
Your breath hitched, warmth pooled down between your legs, heart beating in your ears as his large hands slid down to rest over your hips, holding you steady— pulling you down closer.
"Feel good?"
Your ears burned at the mocking edge to his voice. You squirmed, caught between wanting to slap that smug look off his face and slowly seek more friction by grinding down.
You didn't have to choose, not when his hands slowly guided your hips down, back and forth against his hardened muscle. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly embarrassed, ineffectively fighting the whimpers that threatened to slip past with each movement.
His gaze never once left you, taking note of every little reaction.
Heat crawled up your face at being watched so shamelessly.
Leaning forward, you distracted yourself by pressing soft kisses up the side of his throat, staring to grind down on him yourself, your tongue darting out before gently sucking soft marks into his skin.
He let out a strained sigh, tilting his neck back just enough to give you more access.
You hooked your arms loosely around his neck, pecking across his jaw. Your fingers curled into the hair at his nape, giving it a soft tug, pulling his head back so his eyes met yours.
Pupils blown, eyes heavy with want, hair falling over them all messy and disheveled.
You didn't know how you had gone so long without this, how you could have ever wanted to keep your distance. Now that you let yourself have a taste, you didn't think you could ever get enough.
Tugging him to you by the hair, you pulled him to kiss you again.
This time, it was feverish, insatiable. Months of tension and denied desire pouring over all at once.
He kissed like he was still chasing you; like he had something to prove, like he wanted you to feel that you were his favorite taste. A clash of tongue and teeth, nipping at your bottom lip. Each time he pulled back to breathe it lasted less than a beat before he rushed back to steal the soft sounds that slipped past your lips as your hips continued to buck against his thigh.
But the fabric, it was in the way. No matter how hard you grinded down on him, there was too much between you and what you wanted, and the frustration was showing. Your slight sighs turning into small huffs, brows pinching against your will.
The next time Katsuki pulled back, you didn't let him kiss you again. The small string of saliva between your lips broke as you spoke, softly panting. "I want 'em off."
He looked down at your request, pinching the fabric of your pants between his index and thumb. Eyes looking up into yours carefully, like he was uncertain if that was something you really wanted.
You nodded, a little frantic.
"Off. Please."
He got straight to it. Getting them off wasn't pretty, but a controlled sort of desperate.
His movements were precise as always, fairly smooth, but you could feel that something was simmering under his palms as he moved you around to get them off just right, even more so when they finally rested over your bare legs, eyes slightly dazed as he gave the flesh a tentative squeeze.
You bit your lip at the feeling, skin burning under his touch, wanting it all over you.
You glanced down at your shirt.
"This too."
He scoffed, but there was something like a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Fuckin' bossy."
His hands slid under the hem, bunching the fabric up over your chest, too impatient to get it all the way off. He reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he took in the shape of your bare chest, the way your nipples hardened at the cool air of the clinic.
For a beat too long, he just stared.
On instinct, you wondered if something was wrong, if there was something about you that was weird or unappealing, the feeling twisted in you. But before you could tug your shirt back down, he cupped your tits with both hands, feeling the weight of them, squeezing slightly.
"Been waiting for this shit for so fuckin' long, y'know that?" He groaned out, leaning forward to bury his face into them.
You whimpered as he pressed wet kisses across the skin, thumb brushing over one of your nipples while his tongue lolled out to lick over the other, sucking it between his lips.
You began grinding down on his thigh again, the feeling so much more intense with just your panties on. You shifted your hips to find the angle that felt best, rubbing yourself down against the hard muscle of his thigh beneath you, solid and perfect, the friction sending sparks up your spine, your breaths coming out in shallow pants.
Each roll of your hips made your breath come a little faster, especially as his mouth pulled off one of your tits to give the other a fair share of attention.
Your nails dug into his shoulders when he nipped at your chest, sucking harshly, catching your sensitive peak between his teeth just to hear you whine. His tongue was hot against your skin, wet and needy.
Katsuki could feel your arousal starting to coat his thigh, soaking through your panties, smearing over his leg with every drag of your hips. Smiling against your chest, he pulled back with a soft pop, looking down at the glistening mess you left behind.
He moved a hand down between your bodies, slightly nudging your hips up with his leg to give him enough space in between to feel you over your panties, the fabric evidently damp as his index and middle finger stopped right above your clothed clit, pressing against it just slightly, enough to pull a shaky sigh from your lips.
"All this from just my thigh?"
There was a smug, slightly demeaning tone to his voice, like he was surprised you were so wet, as if it wasn't his fault. It made you want to throttle him. Or kiss him. Or both.
Your brows furrowed. "Shut up."
He only chuckled, drawing a line down your clothed slit. All slow, agonizing. Self-satisfied at the soft whimper that slips out of you.
"It's a simple fucking question. Haven't even touched you properly yet."
You huffed, mustering your most serious expression to meet his eyes. "God, just quit teasing, Katsuki. You're being mean."
He raised his brows, that smile on his face only widening. "You think this is mean?"
Finally, finally, he hooked his fingers into your panties, pushing them aside. The first touch, skin-on-skin, made you gasp. He dragged his fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick, slow and deliberate, before circling your entrance.
"I can show you mean."
His eyes were locked between your legs, watching his own fingers move. "Look at you," he murmured, almost to himself. “Fucking soaked."
He pushed one finger inside, slow enough that you felt every inch. You whimpered softly, walls fluttering around him.
He groaned softly, watching your face contort, feeling himself get even harder in his shorts.
"Tight," he breathed. "Gonna add another. That okay?"
You nodded frantically, beyond words.
The second finger stretched you more, made you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. He worked them deeper, curling them slightly. Your chest heaved at the intrusion you fought to not cry out, your nails digging into his shoulder as he hit just the right spot.
"There?" His voice was rough, satisfied. "That the spot?"
You couldn't respond, forehead falling into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as he curled his fingers again, rubbing that soft patch inside you with devastating precision.
Once he found it, he didn't stop, pumping his fingers in and out, hitting it with precision each time.
You grinded down into his hand, feeling the heel of his palm press up against your clit. You chase the feeling, shameless. Lost in the sensation, the overwhelming feeling of him all around you.
You mumbled into the skin of his neck incoherently about how you were: "Almost… 'm gonna…"
You could hear his voice right by your ear. Hoarse, determined.
“Yeah?” his efforts nearly doubled. “Close?”
You could only nod, coherent thoughts gone from your mind, only a desperate haze of want.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, please more…"
He kept at it, silently savoring your desperate sounds.
You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, moans muffled into his skin as the tightly wound up knot came undone. Your breaths getting heavy in your lungs, head getting fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut, nails having left angry red lines down the skin of his upper back.
He ran a hand up and down your back as you collapsed against him, coming down from the high. He let you rest against him, breathing from a moment before pulling you back with a small kiss to the side of your head.
"Look at me."
It didn't sound like a request.
"Hm?"
You watched with hazy eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, the loss making you whimper. They glistened under the harsh light of the clinic, coated with the evidence of what he'd just done to you.
He held your gaze as he brought them to his mouth. His tongue darted out first, licking a long strip up the slick-covered fingers. Then, he took them fully into his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes never once leaving yours.
Your breath caught in your throat. Heat flooded through you again, despite having just come. Tasting you off his own fingers like you were the best thing he'd ever had— it was almost too much.
When he finally pulled his fingers from his mouth with a soft pop, he smirked at your expression.
"Tastes good," he said simply, like commenting on the weather.
You clenched around nothing, already missing him inside you, feeling spent but somehow needing more.
"You're shameless."
"Last I checked, I wasn't the one humping your thigh."
Your face burned, a small, angry sort of pout settling on your lips.
He snickered, hand sliding up to your waist, giving it a small squeeze. "Little too late to get all embarrassed. Shit was hot."
"Uh huh…" You gave him a look, "Um. Thanks, by the way... that was—" You trailed off, not knowing how to express what you feel just the right way. "Good. It was good."
Katsuki snorted. "Just good?" you rolled your eyes, but leaned into his teasing with sweetness, something he didn't quite expect.
"Much better than good."
He searched your eyes for a beat, a hand coming up to brush back some of your hair. Then he pecked your lips— soft, almost sweet — before tugging your shirt back down carefully.
That was when you slowly realized, he was wrapping this up. But… he didn't cum?
He didn't cum.
"Hey, wait you didn't—"
He knew what you were talking about, the strained bulge in his shorts was nothing short of obvious.
"Does it look like I care."
His dismissal of his own need threw you off.
"Katsuki, that's not fair. I can't just—"
"Sure you can. You just did."
You turned his head towards you, pulling him into a soft kiss, parting his lips with yours, trying to not get lost in tasting yourself on his tongue. Gently trying to urge him to let you have him the way he had you.
You try to convince him, urge him to let you return the favor, do something.
You ran your hand over the bulge in his shorts, traced it gently, wanting. He groaned against your mouth, the sound strained in the back of his throat, like he was holding himself back. "C'mon, Katsuki," you palmed him over his shorts, wanting to hear more. "Let me? Please?"
He looked like he could give in, his jaw tense, eyes screwing shut as your finger hooked into the waistband of his shorts, drawing out a breathy sigh. You froze when the intercom crackled above you.
"The gym will be closing in ten minutes. Please begin wrapping up your sessions and make your way to the exit. Thank you."
You blinked. Fuck.
"…I can be quick?"
That was a lie. Ten minutes wasn't nearly enough time to do what you wanted to.
He waved you off with a snort, tugging your hand away from his throbbing cock, taking it upon himself to adjust the hem of your shirt with more care than you thought possible from someone like him.
"Relax." He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "Shit’s not a big deal. Can take care of it in the shower."
The mental image of him standing under the shower, hand wrapped around his cock, thinking about this — you — made something low in your stomach tighten.
You must have made a face, because he huffed out a laugh.
"But if you want to make it up so bad," He leaned in closer, nose brushing yours. The soft curve of his lashes was so much more apparent this close. He pressed a final, lingering kiss, grinning softly as he spoke. His voice low against your lips, promising. "We'll go for round 2."
may blabs: baby's first smut dont throw tomatoes at me.. ok
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twin we are definitely on fleshlight level..... what u gotta say?! 🎤
cw: use of fleshlight, handcuffs, blindfold, brief oral (m!receiving), fem!reader
thinking aboutttt katsuki being mean to you all damn day, and he jokingly tells you that 'a fleshlight can get him off better than you could'. and of course, as soon as he says it, he's already forgotten it — spewed out of his mouth and into the void as he carries on with his day.
but you don't forget.
in fact, since katsuki loves a challenge, why not put it to the test?
shoving him onto the bed and telling him you've got a surprise, and when he feels you wrap the cuffs around his wrists and put the blindfold on his eyes, he assumes that's it.
but it isn't until he hears you shuffling around the room and fidgeting with a box, he knows he's in for trouble — because you're trouble. and now he's completely at your mercy.
his heart only sinks further when you ask him if he remembers the comment he made the other day, and asking him if he wanted to be put it to the test :)
you straddle his legs, fleshlight in hand — teasing the silicone lips against him and watching as it collects his slick. letting the toy shroud just the tip before you're pulling it back up.
the soft clanking of where he pulls on the cuffs is lost by the low groans that slip past his lips when he feels you push it all the way down. peppering soft kisses along his jawline before you're moving it again.
bringing your lips to his ear and asking him 'how it feels', and if it's 'just as good as he imagined', and all he does is turn his head away from the sound of your voice so you can't see the flushed look on his face when your hands pump him faster.
and even though katsuki would rather die than admit this is making him feel good — you can tell.
his thighs are tense, and each time the fleshlight sinks all the way down, his hips are rushing to meet you halfway. at some point, your hand doesn't even move, you're just watching him fuck the toy as if it was you.
his thrusts get sloppy and you can tell he's so close to cumming, but you're still a little upset, and also a tad jealous from watching so you swap out the toy for your mouth instead!
you don't think you've ever heard katsuki moan so loud in your life, the feeling of you wrapped around him in place of the plastic is hypnotizing. all wet and warm, his composure lost the moment he feels your tongue against the base of his cock.
there's a silence that takes over the room afterwards, before the soft rustle of the sheets replaces it. and when the cuffs and blindfold come off, he wastes no time holding you in his arms, nipping at your ear and telling you that you're 'such a fucking tease'.
and you're convinced he's sworn off toys, so you offer to throw it out. but instead, he tells you that he has more plans for it... one's that involve you a little more!
a/n: well i can't deny you sam ... people don't burn me at the stake here, sam brings out the freak in me. this may not stay up for too long fr
@lonelyfooryouonly and @izutwos ... here you go ...
deku when you’ve got period bloat… oh that motherfucker is feral. pounds four loads of cum into you and then pats his cum in your belly like it’s a baby
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, virgin!softdom!brattamer!izuku, sub!virgin!bratty!childhood bully!fem!afab!reader, i am serious when i say reader is a Brat and annoying and stubborn, pinv, blowjob (turns into face fucking), domination loss, virginity loss, vaginismus (in other words, losing virginity is not without some complications), talk about hymen, crush confessions, boob sucking, nipple play (fem receiving), make out scene (yay), first kisses, izuku starts to lose himself at the end of the sex scene, praise & compliments, a sprinkle of breeding kink (however it is safe sex (condom), fingering, pussy eating, canon divergent, college!au, izuku is mean :( mention of harry potter (FUCK TERFS)
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account ^_^
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: after learning at a party that izuku is still a virgin, you attempt to make fun of him, falling into your childhood bully habits. however, instead of being embarrassed or getting mad he confronts your feelings for him, and offers you his virginity. double however, you’re not as experienced as you’ve claimed— or at all for that matter!
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~7.1k words
“no, dude— because the first time i did it,” hanta laughs, a warm blush spreading across his face at the memory, “she was legit screaming her head off, so i stopped and i was like, ‘oh shit, are you okay?’ and she tells me that was part of her ‘method.’ i got soft so fast…”
the group sitting in the living room — hanta, eijirou, mina, kyoka, denki, izuku, and you — erupts into yet another wave of cackles, some of you wheezing silently, others doubled over, but even then, the music thundering through the party still manages to swallow it all up.
“holy shit— no way,” denki snickers, “like— that’s what she did when she was alone?”
“yeah,” hanta chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. “said that it made it more 'intense.”
“sounds scary,” izuku comments, smiling, and everyone is quick to shift their attention towards the number one collegiate hero. well, almost everyone— your gaze had already been glued to him all night, occasionally darting away whenever he’d looked up, as if to convince yourself you weren’t completely staring… which, of course, you were.
a sigh leaves denki’s lips, leaning on izuku in a playful manner. “of course ‘mr. perfect’ wouldn’t have any sex horror stories. probably just touches a girl once and she cums.”
“no way,” mina interjects, “he was so nerdy in high school! no offense midoriya— but he’s gotta have one.”
as all eyes look expectantly towards izuku, waiting for him to deny or confirm, he just shrugs.
“i actually haven’t even gotten around to it yet.”
while you remain quiet, the group devolves into a mixture of shock and chaos at his response, bombarding him with a flurry of questions.
“what?! i’d believe that back then, but now? midoriya, you gotta be kidding! you’re telling me you don’t have girls lining up to get a piece?” mina asks, sitting up right.
“eh… none that i’m really interested in…” he replies.
“are you able to get it up?” ejiriou questions, an eyebrow arched.
izuku chuckles heartedly at that. “i can get it up.”
“i thought you had girlfriends before— how is this possible?” kyoka leans forward, incredulous.
“maybe he’s just waiting until marriage,” theorizes hanta.
izuku shrugs again and he leans back against the couch, considering his next words carefully. for a moment, it seems like his eyes flick to yours — lingering just long enough to seem thoughtful — before settling on the rim of his red solo cup.
“not really,” he murmurs, letting the words roll off casually, “i’m more so just waiting for the right girl that does it for me.”
“ooh!” eijirou laughs, “high standards then, i see! what even is your type, midoriya?”
“i wanna know too! we could set him up!” mina chimes in.
“i think he likes those bubbly nice girls,” denki assumes.
izuku shakes his head lightly, playfully scrunching his nose before taking a sip of his drink. “ah, no. i think i like mean girls, if anything.”
“whaat? so you’re saying you like girls who take control or something?”
“hah, not really— i mean like…” he clicks his tongue as the words escape him. “like… i don’t know. the ones that huff and pout.”
“feisty, huh?” eijirou ponders, a finger tapping his chin. “i don’t think i know any girls like that…”
“you don’t want a girl like that, midoriya,” hanta advises, “my ex was like that. total headache.”
“more than the girl screaming her head off?” kyoka giggles.
“it’s a close competition,” hanta laughs.
“yeah… but even then, girls at our school are all… goody-two-shoe sweethearts that are on the fast track to being in the pro-hero hall of fame. like this one,” mina says, draping an arm around you as if to prove her point.
as you get roped into the conversation, your hands fly up, waving as you laugh. “wh— hey? what’s that supposed to mean?”
“goody two shoes' is not the word i’d use for her,” denki teases with a smirk, catching your hand by the wrist when you playfully try to swat him. “i feel like you lose that title once your virginity is gone.”
“well, whose to say she isn’t a virgin?” hanta suggests, “if someone like midoriya hasn’t gotten any, then how do we know leaderboard darling over here isn’t in the same boat as him?”
you scoff, coyly biting the inside of your cheek, and rolling your eyes. “i don’t kiss and tell, guys.”
“oh she fucks,” mina cackles.
as the conversation moves on from you, you breathe a sigh of relief. the truth of the matter was that hanta had suspected correctly— you actually were in the same situation as izuku. to makes matters worse, you hadn’t even had your first kiss!
listening to the group continue to swap embarrassing or funny sex stories, your eyes inevitably drift back to izuku. this time, his gaze was already on you, studying and waiting.
a heat creeps up your neck. you stand up — not too fast to give yourself away— excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. once there, you take the time to settle with your thoughts.
midoriya izuku was a virgin.
the thought made you happier than you cared to admit. was it because you hated him and therefore didn’t want anything good to happen to him? maybe. after all, you had made his life hell in high school. sure, you cleaned up your act once you got to university — mostly because you didn’t see him as often — but that didn’t mean you got along when you did.
or was it something else…? something you had been trying to deny for years? that maybe, just maybe, you had a crush on stupid-ass dek—
the cold water from the running sink snaps you out of your thoughts. after drying your hands, you return to the living room, only to find most of the group had dispersed. you scan the room, looking for someone to mingle with, and your eyes land on a towering back, topped with an unmistakable wild mess of green hair at the drinks table.
before you realize it, your feet are carrying you to izuku's side, hands trembling slightly as you pour yourself a refill of whatever you were drinking, and your lips move on their own.
“y’know— couple more years and you’ll be a wizard.”
he smirks, not looking at you just yet. “sounds fun. i’ve always loved harry potter.”
your jaw tenses at his nonchalance. “however,” you add, “i think by forty it falls off.”
“ah,” he says, clicking his tongue. “is that so? that’s a shame.”
“or a blessing. like we need a mini you running around.”
“well, at least i still got time.”
“i doubt it,” you scoff. “like there’d be anyone desperate enough to sleep with you.”
lazily, his gaze drifts to you now. noticing the way you can’t meet his eye but can spit out all these sorts of negative things, he tilts his head. “do you really want it that bad?”
“want what?” you ask back, caught off guard.
“my virginity,” he says plainly, angling his body towards you. “you seem like you want it pretty damn bad.”
“wh— i… that’s not what i am saying at all, deku, i don’t know what those gooner ass pornos you watch teach you, but— just because a girl talks to you, doesn’t mean she wants to sleep with you.” the familiar venom in your voice seems to amuse him.
he shrugs, a smirk subtly tugging at his lips as he takes an easy sip of his drink. “ah, that’s too bad. i would’ve gave it to you.”
a rush of heat makes your head spin at the offer, ears ringing as you struggle to maintain your composure. you clear your throat, nose sneering like it’d hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. “um— ew, no. you’re not even my type.”
“well, what’s your type then?”
“like…” your words stall as you try to think of how to put it— careful not to give too much away, and not sure if you even want to. “guys with experience, obviously. i don’t want to teach a guy how to do it properly.”
his lips jut out as he considers your words. “well, i’m a fast learner. i’m sure i can do a good job once i’m showed the ropes.”
“what makes you think i even want to show you ‘the ropes,’ idiot?” you scowl.
he sighs, playfully looking down, almost hopelessly. “oh, you’re right... i just thought a pretty and nice girl like you with so much experience might feel bad for me. y’know, because you’re a hero…”
your lips purse as he provides you this plausible deniability. teeth clenched and leg ever so slightly bouncing with deliberation, the gears in your head start turning.
“well… hmph…” you mutter at last, glancing to the side as if something more interesting had caught your attention. “i guess… i could do some charity work… but you can’t tell anybody about this, okay?”
a small smile plays along izuku’s lips. before you can protest, he leans down and reaches out to hook your pinkie with his, and presses a gentle kiss to his fist— eyes flicking up to yours. “promise.”
you pull away, the blush spreading across your face growing hotter by the second. “ugh, you’re so fucking weird…”
he straightens, laughing as he sets his cup down on the table. “when can we do it?”
“when?” you repeat back, hesitating, your words caught between thought and impulse. “i mean, i guess, now, because i’m not doing anything but—”
“great,” he cuts you off, taking your hand in his again, and leads you through the crowd of partygoers, heading towards the way out. “my place is pretty close by— we can walk there, is that okay?”
it takes you a moment to register that your hand is wrapped in his— large, warm, and rough. you clear your throat, trying not to let your nerves show. “wait, wait— do you even have a condom or anything? lube?”
izuku slows his pace, matching yours as he looks you over. “condoms…” he repeats slowly. “well, i have a bunch of free ones i got from planned parenthood… the booths that pop up, i mean. lube, now, i don’t have that. but, i heard that if you get a girl wet enough, you won’t need it.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes. “so you think you’re going to get me wet enough to not need it?”
he shrugs, guiding you across a crosswalk, a hand resting lightly on the small of your back when he does. “beginners luck?”
“you’re going to need a lot more than luck.”
“it’s a good thing i have you to teach me then, huh?”
you say nothing, feeling a heavy weight on your chest as you trek up the stairs to his apartment. once inside, your eyes sweep over the living room, noting how clean everything was as you set your shoes on his shoe rack.
“you live alone?” you ask, forcing your voice to stay steady, as if asking about anything else could distract you from why you were really here.
“yep. it’s great for hosting.”
you roll your eyes as you follow him to his bedroom. “of course you love hosting,” you mutter, your gaze narrowing at how nerdy his room was— all might posters plastered on the walls, expensive figurines lined up neatly on shelves, a stack of manga spilling over his desk. you perch on the edge of his bed, quietly taking it all in as he goes to hang up his jacket.
“ah, i forgot— you never were much of a people person, huh?” izuku asks, chuckling at some sort of memory. he sits down right next to you, his knee brushing against yours.
“i’m a people person. i love people,” you say defensively, not very convincing in your tone.
he laughs again, leaning back leisurely, hands splayed on the bed beside him. “that’s what you want people to think. that sparkly and naive sweetheart thing you got going on? i think it’s you for a moment, but it also makes it so you can’t wait for when you’re alone. am i right?”
he was. but you’d never admit that. “you’re projecting,” you mumble.
he simply shrugs in response. “maybe.”
a quiet falls between you two, his pinkie tentatively reaching out to yours on the bed.
“so,” he starts, breaking the silence. “what are we supposed to do first?”
there’s a strange churning in your stomach as the thought claws through you— not only would you be taking his virginity, but you’d be losing yours too. “well,” you sigh, trying to play off your nerves. “you have to get me in the mood. do you think you can do that or is that too hard for someone like you?”
“hm… it might be. do you think you could walk me through how to do that?”
a sigh escapes you, your annoyance masking your real feelings. “useless. okay, come here,” you say, beckoning him to shorten your height gap. he obliges, leaning in a bit closer than you anticipated, and his hands graze your sides.
“like this?” izuku asks, tilting his head.
“yeah,” you mumble, your pulse quickening slightly as you took in his features. ever since his growth spurt back in the third year of high school, you hadn’t really gotten a proper look at his face since then. his eyes were still the same striking green, though the freckles that once dotted his cheeks had faded from too much time in the sun. as your gaze traced the curvature of his cheekbones down to his lips — soft, full, and tempting — your tongue darts out to wet your own. “have you… ever kissed someone before?”
“nope,” he answers honestly, grinning like an idiot. “i’m assuming you have though, right?”
“of course,” you huff, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face, hoping he wouldn't notice how they trembled. you try to recall that wikihow article you read on french kissing one random tuesday night, steeling yourself to the best of your abilities. out of all the collegiate heroes on that damn leaderboard, if anyone deserved to be crowned the best performer— it'd be you. and by god, that’s what you were gonna do.
perform.
slowly, you closed the space between you two and brushed your lips against his, a shaky gasp escaping you at the contact. quickly swallowing it, your eyes closed naturally, letting yourself focus on the sensation of his lips on yours. it was surprisingly wetter than you imagined. awkward too, especially when his nose bumped into yours, which you let out a noise of annoyance at. he only laughed breathlessly in response, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. after a while, almost procedurally, your tongue went out to touch his, which he eagerly chased after— sending a dizzying thrill throughout your body.
soon enough, your back met the mattress of izuku’s bed, and he hovered over you, his fingers sliding down to lace with yours, effectively caging you beneath him. he gave an experimental lick along the roof of your mouth — brief, testing — then repeated it the moment he felt your positive reaction. he worked it into the rhythm of the kiss, his upper lip catching on your lower one in a way that made your breath hitch.
eventually, you pulled away, turning your head to the side to catch your breath, and the back of your hand came up to cover your face. “o-okay,” you manage, clearing your throat, trying to cover up your panting, “that’s good enough.”
with a deep exhale, you turned back to face him.
god, he was so pretty.
face flushed, eyes half-lidded, and running his tongue over a canine as he smiled faintly, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him. your eyes drifted lower, taking note of how his leg had wedged itself between your thighs, and was threateningly close to grinding against your crotch. you suddenly felt very small and vulnerable under him, and felt the urge to regain control.
“move back,” you sighed, as if he was doing everything wrong, swallowing your pooling saliva, and lightly tapping his chest. he does as you say, and shifts back to sit on his heels, allowing you to sit up.
after stalling by letting your gaze wander around the room, you finally speak again— unable to meet his eyes as you work up the nerve to voice your next demand. “okay, um, i guess…” — you sigh — “you can take off your pants. because you’re probably already hard just from that so... let’s see it.”
he laughs softly at your dismissive tone, fiddling with the buckle of his belt, and slipping it off. your thoughts drifted all over the place as you wrestled with the notion that this was the first time you’d see a dick in person… and to be honest, you felt a bit scared. however, before you knew it, his pants were off and his briefs were gone, and a pretty, thick, and long cock greeted you with it’s presence, and there was no time to be.
you could feel the blood rush to your ears as it twitched against his lower abdomen, and resisted the urge to ask if that was normal. while you didn’t think he’d be small or anything, (though if anyone asked, you’d probably claim he was, just to mess with him) his length was on the verge of being too much. the tip was pink and flared, a vein ran down it’s left leaning curve, and patches of dark green, almost black hair framed the base.
“is everything okay?” he asks, seeing your drawn-out silence, suspiciously knowing.
“yes,” you scoff defensively, sliding off the bed, and lowering yourself onto your knees in front of him. face to face with his crotch, his cock was probably even more nerve-wracking now, as it seemed almost impossible you could get anything done with it. maybe a more experienced girl could handle it just fine but you were anything but that.
tentatively, you reached a hand out to him, the room feeling a bit surreal as you wrapped your fingers around his dick, and you could feel the blood pulsate underneath your grip. after giving him a few experimental strokes, you then took him into your mouth, remembering to cover your teeth with your lips based off a tiktok comment you read once.
after a few more minutes of attempting to bob your head up and down, it was pretty clear that you were fumbling. he could see it and so could you, but your pride wouldn’t let you admit it. the taste of a dick wasn’t anything like those smut fics you read back in high school had described. it wasn’t really salty or sweet— it just tasted like skin. although, the trickling beads of pre-cum had a taste to them, one that you liked a little. but other than that, your jaw was beginning to ache already from widening it more than you were used to.
his hand reaches out to your head, petting your hair almost like he would a dog. “hey… um,” izuku says, trying not to laugh at the sight of you, “are you sure you’ve done this before? it’s totally fine if you haven’t…”
your eyes flick up to his, hot embarrassment settling in your chest. “of course i have,” you snap, swatting his hand away from you. “it’s not going to look as sexy as your fucking — your little fucking hentais you goon to — but that’s because i’m a real girl, not your 2d waifu or whatever, fucking idiot. you should feel lucky you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing.”
his brows furrow slightly at your wording, weighing them in his mind, and finding you ridiculously cute. “ah. right, i forgot. you’re a pro. can i just—?”
without warning, his hands interlace with your hair and he bucks up into your mouth, hitting the back of it with his cockhead. at the sensation, you sputter and gag, and he lets out a throaty groan. as he makes you take him to the base, and holds you there, you felt like you were going to throw up.
“h-hah, sorry…” he grunts, his dick throbbing against your tongue. “saw this in those ‘little hentais i always goon to.’ it’s okay, right? since you’re so experienced?”
you shake your head, slobber dripping down his length as you try to say something, only for him to continue. you both know if you weren’t, you’d bite his dick off— and your quirk was capable enough to go toe to toe with him, meaning that if you really wanted to, you could fight him off… right?
eyes fluttering and tongue lolling, your mind goes blank as he stands up, fucking into your mouth. in a way, you feel a bit relieved— not having to think so hard on what to do or how to act. your shoulders relax, and you let him have his way, already pocketing the excuse that he ‘overpowered’ you or whatever.
as fast as it started, his thrusts begin to stutter, balls plapping against your chin erratically. “fuck, damn— i think i’m gonna, fuck— ” he cusses, and a hot warmth gushes down your throat, coating your tongue. finally, he lets go of you, and sits back on the bed, winded, watching as you cough and gasp for air, with some semen you didn’t swallow splattering onto the carpet. you don’t have it in you to say something snarky and mean to him just yet, allowing yourself the time to rest the curve of your face against his thigh, trying to catch your breath.
however, a few taps against your cheek interrupt your rest. “you’re tired already?” he asks with an “innocent” tilt of his head. “don’t we have more stuff to do?”
the lack of oxygen to your brain makes it hard for you to come up with anything snarky. “whuh…?” you babble out, looking up at him, clearly a bit out of it.
izuku just chuckles, helping you back onto the bed. you sit next to him, leaning onto his arm as you regain yourself. as you do that, he takes off his shirt, and your eyes take in his muscular form. his hand then slithers around your back, resting itself on your hip.
“hey,” he whispers, voice low against the shell of your ear, beckoning for your attention. “are you going to take off your shirt now?”
you brow furrows at his teasing as you snap back into reality. “ugh, yes, deku— i am. don’t fucking rush me,” you huff, hands shaky as you lift up your shirt over your head.
“ha— i’m still ‘deku,’ even though we’re here?” he asks, glancing down at your breasts when you undo your bra’s clasp, freeing them. yet, they’re quickly hidden away from his leering as you cover your chest with your arms.
“are you supposed to be something else?” you question.
he shrugs, his other hand creeping up your thigh, resting just under the space where your skirt covered. “maybe, ‘izuku,” he suggests, “since you’re going to be moaning that later?”
“i’m not going to be moaning anything,” you fume, the words not even convincing yourself.
“hm, maybe,” he chuckles, tracing circles into your skin with his thumbs, watching you twitch underneath his touch. “maybe it all be gibberish by that point, on the account of being fucked dumb.”
“you have a lot of confidence for someone whose never done this before.”
“well, neither have you, but you’re pretending you have, for some reason.”
“i have, dumbass. it’s just… been a while,” you mumble, not really believing your new excuse.
he just shrugs again, smiling as you delude yourself. “ah, yeah, okay. my bad.”
a pause falls between you two for a moment.
“well… can i see your chest?”
you sigh, as if his request was an impossible task. you lie back on the bed, your head resting on a pillow, and covering your face with your arms as he looked curiously.
“they’re very pretty,” he murmurs, the compliment going straight to the blush across your face. “can i touch them?”
“… yeah.”
subsequently, his hands reach out to grope and squish your tits, watching how they fall against your chest when he lets them go. then, in his curiosity, he begins to tease your nipples, holding you down by your hips with his elbow when your back arches.
“i— ah, wait…!” you say, letting out a noise in between a whimper and a laugh as he begins to roll a peak in between his fingers, watching it harden.
“that’s an interesting noise,” izuku cooes, laughing at your following huff. “what will you make if i…”
a squeal leaves your throat when his mouth latches onto one of your breasts, his hand continuing to play with the other. as he sucks and licks, teethes and pulls— your nipples are soon left puffy and swollen under his ministrations.
“deku— that’s enough,” you whine, bringing a hand to the back of his hair, attempting to peel him off you.
he resists, holding a nipple in between his teeth as he corrects you. “izuku.”
your brow furrow as he continues. “izuku,” you hiss, the first name sounding strange to say. “quit it…”
luckily, he relents, but not before giving both of your sore boobs a kiss. he sits back on his haunches, waiting for you to catch your breath, and hoping you won’t mind the hickies he left on your skin by accident.
“ugh,” you say at last, glaring at him. “you’re like a dog.”
“woof.”
“funny,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.
the grin plastered on his face goes unappreciated by you. “are you going to take your skirt off now?”
“is there some sort of schedule or timeline i’m not aware of?”
izuku chuckles, his nimble fingers moving to your waistband. “no, it’s just because you’re soaking wet, and i’m wondering when you’re gonna let me eat your pussy.”
your blush intensifies at his crude language. “i’m not wet,” you grumble, both of you not believing that. “that’s also… not necessary.”
“can i at least see it?” he asks, oh so sweetly.
you sigh, already knowing that one way or another, he would get his way, and you cover your face with an arm. “yeah, whatever.”
with a twinkle in his eye, izuku pulls down your skirt, along with your underwear in one swift movement. he moves to go lay in between your legs, holding them down with his muscular forearms, and savors the sight of your glistening folds.
the intensity of his stare makes you squirm, body truly trembling as his warm breath ghosts your puffy lips. “nervous?” he asks, eyes flicking up to yours.
“n-no,” you lie.
he smiles, giving the inside of your thigh a kiss, laughing when you instinctively clench. “it’s really pretty,” he comments. then a thumb reaches out, spreading your labia. “warm. not to mention, wet.”
“it’s not because of you,” you shiver, shutting your eyes tight.
“sure. self-lubricating organ that produces an arousal fluid just happens to be dripping so much it’s staining my bedsheets.”
before you can respond, he takes a long lick up the slit, the flat of his tongue rubbing against your clit, making you whimper.
“fuck,” he groans. “that tastes so good…”
it’s obvious, based on how you gasp and writhe, you’ve never felt like this before, not even knowing what to do with your hands as he eats you out, especially when he wraps his lips around your clit, swirling his tongue around the bead. eventually, your fingers interlace with his hair, and he moans involuntarily, the sound reverberating against your core.
after a few more slurps, laps, and flicks of the tongue, he pulls away, and you let out a humiliating whine. he laughs at the noise, giving your thighs a pat. “hold on. i need to stretch you out for later.”
at the mention of the idea of his monster of a dick entering you, you tense up. as his thick middle finger circles around your entrance, before slowly sinking inside you, you’re left clenching and on the verge of tears.
“i… ow— wait,” you cry out, trying not to panic. “i think something is really wrong…”
“vaginismus,” izuku suspects incorrectly yet earnestly, deciding to note the enveloping hotness of your heat later. “you need to relax. it happens for a number of reasons, but i think it’s because you never had anything in here and you’re stressed out about it.”
you don’t deny it this time, trying to focus on your breathing, and not on the almost stinging sensation below. when he notices the strain on your face, he moves to lean over you, his free hand taking yours.
“hey,” he murmurs, continuing to pump his finger in and out of you. “it’s going to be okay. we’re taking it slow.”
it’s not until he wipes away one of your tears that you realize you’ve been crying, and you hide your face into his shoulder.
“i’m sorry for lying,” you sniffle, overwhelmed with emotion, feeling ashamed that your first time isn’t going as easily as you imagined it would. “i’m ruining everything.”
he laughs softly. “if there’s anything you need to be sorry for, this is the last thing. i’d probably pick bullying me since we were kids first.”
“i’m sorry…”
“it’s okay. just means i get to bully you here,” izuku whispers, a smile tugging at his lips before he continues. “i’m really lucky that a girl like you is giving me her first time and that i get to have my first time with you. there’s nothing you’re ruining. relax, okay? don’t think anymore. you don't have to prove anything to me.”
you nod, quiet for a moment. “your finger is really thick,” you complain at last and a snort escapes him.
“maybe compared to yours.”
“compared to anyone normal…”
he shrugs, his thumb moving to rub your clit as he fingers you. “does that help?”
“a little…”
“let me...” he mumbles, his finger curling to stroke the roof of your sex, looking for something. he knows he's found it when you gasp and gush around him. “there.”
your hips buck as you start to feel the pain ease, replaced by a sensation of pleasure. “wh— mm, what is that?” you pant, reflexively moving to get away.
izuku keeps you still, continuing to massage that spongy part. “g-spot, i’m pretty sure.”
“pretty sure?”
he laughs, dipping his head near your neck. “girl, it’s my first time too. i’m figuring out at the same time you are.”
as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, you feel your mind start to cloud over, yet your daze becomes interrupted when you feel izuku take a big long lick up your neck.
“what are you doing?” you murmur, your brow furrowing.
“i heard the neck is an erogenous zone for women. is it doing anything?”
“not if you’re slobbering all over me,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “just go back to what you were doing.”
“alright,” he complies, snickering at your tone, before mixing in sucks and bites this time.
soon after, he slips another finger into your heat, holding your hand tight as you adjust to the stretch. thanks to his prep, there wasn’t any pain. it felt… actually, good. almost addicting.
“damn, do you hear that?” he asks you, letting a silence fall between you.
you strain your ears as you try to listen for something. however, once you realize he was referencing the sloppy sounds your pussy was making, you let out a whine of embarrassment, which he laughs at. once a beat has passed, izuku asks another question, the tone contrastingly soft. “do you think you’re ready for me?”
glancing down, you notice his dick thick and hard once more, with the excessive amount of pre-cum dripping down from the tip an indicator that he’d been like so for a good while.
“i… i don’t know…” you whisper.
“let’s just try, okay? if it’s too much, i’ll stop and we can go back to stretching you out some more.”
when you finally nod, he takes his fingers out of you, and sucks off the arousal clinging to them as he slides off the bed to go grab a condom from his closet shelf. once he returns, and he climbs back onto the bed to sit in front of you, life feels like it’s moving in slow motion. spreading your legs and keeping them open, he positions himself at your entrance, and your body shivers as the tip of his shaft rests along your folds, with only a thin layer of latex dividing you.
discipline, midoriya izuku, he reminds himself. the dizzying sensation of your pussy fluttering around his cockhead — peppering it in kisses in hopes to pull him in — was making it hard from resisting the urge to shove his dick inside you in one go. grounding himself, his hands find purchase on your hips. “ready?” he asks, swallowing when his voice cracks.
“go slow,” you remind him, as if you were nervous he’d forget. he almost feels bad when it makes his dick twitch.
both of you watch as his tip disappears within your folds and your chest trembles as you stretch around his girth. he makes sure to check in with you with every inch that enters. by the time he’s half way in, you’re panting, with runaway tears rolling down your cheeks.
“jesus,” he groans, shutting his eyes tight as your walls squeeze and convulse around him. “i-it doesn’t hurt, right?”
you shake your head, only managing to say the one thing on your mind: “i-it’s big…”
a throaty laugh escapes izuku at your astute observation, a hiss following the sound as he swears your pussy was trying to squeeze his dick off. “does it feel good?”
“i think,” you mumble, watching as he moves back and forth, slowly going deeper with each thrust. “there’s no blood, right?”
“from your hymen?” he asks, an eyebrow arched as he’s caught off guard. “you can’t really break that— only tear it. and not everyone bleeds.”
you scoff, feeling annoyed that he was mansplaining to you (even if he was right). “i know that. i was just ask…ghh—!”
it feels like the wind is knocked out of you as he tunnels his dick all the way to nestle against your cervix, stilling there for a moment while he wipes some drool dribbling down his chin with his arm. “fuck, i could stay here forever,” he mutters, grinding his cockhead deeper.
whatever you were saying — or going to say— is forgotten, quickly replaced by the thought of how you could feel every twitch of his dick inside you, even with the condom on. “y-you’re too deep,” you whine.
he just laughs at your response, pulling back and trying to find a rhythm. “sorry,” he says, yet you doubt he was.
“stupid…”
at your insult, izuku's lips curl into an amused smile, before testing out a roll of his hips against yours, and letting out an affectionate sigh. “you’re so cute.”
caught off guard, you press your face into the crook of your arm, trying to hide your flusteredness away from him. he just laughs at your embarrassment, before leaning down to tease you some more.
“but, don’t you think you could lighten up and say something nice for once? don’t you get tired of acting like that?”
you let out a huff, bringing a hand up to gently push his face out of yours. “i’m not acting like anything. you’re just annoying.”
“you don’t think that,” he replies, palms covering yours in a casual, easy grip, before pinning them above you. “you like me. you like me so much, it’s making your pussy squeeze tight around me— wishing i wasn’t wearing a condom so i could get you pregnant.”
as if on cue, it does exactly that, making you bite your lower lip, to stifle a moan. noticing this, izuku brings his lips towards yours, giving you a gentle nibble, not wanting you to keep in your sounds. “don’t hold it in, come on… if you can’t say anything nice, make some noise for me then,” he pouts, mockingly.
“izuku—” you mewl, brows furrowing, only to be silenced by his tongue meeting yours.
“oh, i like when you say my name like that,” he chuckles lowly against your lips, before continuing to kiss you.
eventually, your face gets away from him, but not without some drool dripping down your chin, and your eyes glazing over. “i-i don’t like you, by the way,” you struggle to huff, feeling your climax building up as he finds the angle to hit against that sweet spot.
a breathless laugh escapes him as you’re still on that. “yeah? that’s a shame, because i like you.”
you squirm hearing his confession, but having no place to go pinned under him, a helpless whine escapes your lips. “man, shut the, — fuh — fuck up!”
“i saved myself for you,” he confesses further, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit, relishing in the whimper you make when he does. “wanted to see how long it was going to take you to make a move, but i got a bit impatient tonight. you just looked so fucking cute.”
your eyes shut tight as you can’t bring yourself to look at him, your brain beginning to melt out of your ears, overwhelmed by his words. at your lack of response, he continues to speak.
“hey. can’t you tell me that you like me too? please?”
when you keep on being silent, he clicks his tongue, before letting out a disappointed sigh. “aw, come on” — he playfully pouts — “isn’t, ah, aren’t i doing a good job? fucking you so deep? you really gonna be mean to me even when i’m taking care of you?”
for the third time you don’t respond, he laughs softly. bringing his lips to whisper into your ear, giving the lobe a nibble, he warns, “if you keep quiet… i’m gonna stop.”
this time, you actually decide to listen, but not without some internal deliberation. after a few passing moments, you eventually muster up the courage to say what you’ve buried under a lifetime of childish attempts to be noticed.
“i… like you too…”
“what was that?” he asks, a giddy grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
your brows furrow as he kept on teasing you, despite giving him what he wanted. “izuku,” you whine again, now begging him not to make you repeat yourself.
“i didn’t hear you,” he chides, his pace threatening to get slower. “come on, just let me hear you properly.”
you fuss, desperate not to lose your approaching high, thus speaking louder. “i like you…”
“oh, good girl,” izuku says, the praise coming out as a moan, watching as your face gets even more red. sweat pills down his forehead as he speed up again, beginning to get lost in ecstasy, and you can feel the heavy swollen balls slapping against your ass tensing up. “you like my dick inside you? like the way i — fuck — say dirty things to you?”
“stop,” you whimper, not able to handle his teasing as pleasure threatened to also push you over the edge.
“you gonna cum? gonna,” — he hides his face in your neck, his pace sputtering — “gonna, fuck, cream on my cock?”
you nod fervently, toes curling as your orgasm crashes down on you, a moan ripped out of your throat when it does. with one last final thrust, he soon joins you in your euphoria, hilting himself as he cums, only to quickly pull out, and making sure to grip the filled condom by the ring to keep any semen from spilling out.
throwing the used rubber into a trashcan, he finally collapses besides you, and the two of you lay there next to each other, limbs splayed, chests heaving to catch their breaths, letting your minds quietly grasp the idea of what you’ve just done.
thighs quivering from the aftershocks, a warm floaty sensation spreads throughout your body as you truly comprehend the fact that you just lost your virginity to the boy you've liked all throughout your life— and that you took his too. however, a pang of guilt for your past behavior as well as a fear of opening up soon overwhelm you, cutting through the sweetness of the moment, making words tumble out before you’ve thought them through.
as you turn your head to look at him, you see that he was already looking at you, a pattern that feels all too familiar tonight. keeping your eyes downcast, you mumble, “i didn’t mean whatever i said, by the way. i was just…” but the words trail off as you don’t have a good excuse ready.
seeing right through your self-sabotage, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, offering you a soft smile. “i did. meant every word,” he whispers tenderly, before pausing momentarily to study your demeanor before speaking again. “if you ever want to talk about what you said… just know i’ll be waiting. and i’m okay with waiting.”
another moment of silence falls between you two. too tired to move away from him, you rest your head on his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his lungs. then, eventually, you break through the quiet, your voice timid and vulnerable in a way he hasn’t heard it in a long time.
“did you mean what you said? at the party?”
“what do you mean?” he asks, swiping away a stray hair out of your face.
“about…” you sigh, wishing he could just read your mind, “the sort of girl you like. or was that just to… mess with me?”
as he recalls what you are talking about, his smile deepens to a grin, his hand playing with the ends of you hair as he speaks. “you got worried?”
“can you just answer the damn question?” you whine, your hand swatting his chest— but not enough to hurt him.
he laughs, taking your assaulting hand into his. “i don’t have a specific type, no. it’s more like, i have a specific person on my mind all the time and i was just describing her. does that make sense?”
you go silent hearing his answer, taking a moment to truly wrap your head around what he was saying.
with no smart remark awaiting him, he speaks again.
“are you free friday? would you want to go get lunch or something? i’ll pay.”
your face turns up to look at his, gauging the seriousness of his proposition. but, then, you look back down, letting out a huff.
“well, if you fall in love with me or whatever, just know it’s your fault.”
“i’ll take full responsibility,” he says, chuckling.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: editing this to color the dialogue again OHHH HES SO ANNOYING YET CUTE AWWWW ARGHH I HATE LOVE HIM
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+ (suggestiveness), #1 pro-hero!teasing!ex!izuku, fem!pro-hero!bratty!no nonsense!reader, established relationship, fluffy, flirting, terms of endearment, banter
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: blow him up. now
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n #2: this is a reblog from my old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: calling your (annoying) crush (ex-boyfriend) and asking him out on a date for $100
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 700~
“excuse me, miss?”
oh god— paparazzi? how was this even possible? you were in civilian clothes, your hair was styled completely differently than usual— was this some sort of stalker? you swear, you were gonna—
“if i gave you one hundred dollars, would you call up your crush right now and ask them out on a date?”
your eyes flick over to the small mic in his hand, then to the guy trailing behind him with an iphone camera. oh. a tiktoker. you had seen a couple of these videos before. your gaze returns back to their faces— blank, unrecognizing. did they really not know who you were? huh. fall out of the top ten for one season and suddenly you’re taking the cold plunge into obscurity...
you clear your throat, fighting back a smirk.
“my crush?” you echo, a soft laugh slipping out. you fish out your phone from your pocket, teeth catching your lower lip as you thought the proposition over. “it’s my ex, though, so…”
“ah, really?” the guy laughs with you, “why’d y’all break up? you guys on good terms?”
“we’re good,” you explain cooly. “we just work a lot... makes a relationship… difficult.”
your fingers move languidly over your screen, already bracing yourself for how unbearably smug izuku was going to be about this.
“i don’t even know if he’s going to pick up right now…”
*♪♫♪*
“deku speaking.”
you watch as the interviewer’s expression shifts— eyes widening in surprise as he glances at his cameraman, collective gears turning in sync about who was on the phone and who you were as well. you, on the other hand, just rolled your eyes at the overly formal greeting — definitely a habit from too many work calls — and held the phone closer to the mic to pick up the conversation properly.
“hey,” you breathe.
a chair creaks from his end, as if readjusting his posture, sitting up a little straighter. you can practically hear the annoying ass smirk spreading across his face.
“hey, you,” he says, “what’s up?”
“what are you doing saturday night?”
“saturday? nothing much,” he hums. “hopefully you, though.”
your brow twitches. “you’re funny,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes. “i wanna go out for some sushi. will you be available, or do i need to ask katsuki?”
“katsuki?” he laughs, the sound carefree despite your subtle threat, “are you with somebody right now, sweetheart? you’re not usually so mean to me. what’s with the attitude, huh?”
“there’s no attitude,” you shoot back, trying not to scoff otherwise prove his point, “and i’m not with anybody. you wanna go or what?”
he lets the moment linger, savoring every second of this. “can you ask any nicer?”
you glance towards the interviewer, the promise of $100 dangling just out of reach. you click your tongue, before drenching your voice in a syrupy sweetness.
“izu,” you coo, “do you wanna go out on a date with me?”
god. you were already dreading that stupid, inevitable smile of his come saturday. well, at least the following post-date, pent-up sex back at his place would make up for it. with that same godforsaken smirk all too audible through the phone, he answers, “yes, of course.” there’s a beat before he adds, “but i’m picking dessert.”
mumbling out a quick agreement, you say your goodbyes, and promptly hang up— your face is warmer than you’d like when you turn back to the influencer for debriefing.
when the video drops later that week — everywhere, from social media to news segments — people can't help but eat it up. clips of you being unexpectedly snippy with the fellow pro-hero, commentary about how different you were from your usual composed image, edits highlighting how teasingly cheeky and hot number one pro-hero deku sounds—
none of that is the worst part.
the worst part is saturday night— sitting across from izuku, and watching that already-forming grin as he leans forward slightly and asks,
owner!izuku and his pretty puppy hybrid that has an insatiable appetite for sex even when she’s not in heat. he loves her, he’ll always give her what she wants — fingers in her slick cunt and stroking her tail while she cums as he grades, toys shaped like his thick cock he can control from his class room while she rides it from home, hours and hours of missionary on the weekends because she wants to be breed until she can’t walk. but sometimes, izuku can’t keep up with her demand on top of parent teacher conferences and hero work … as much as it pains him.
owner!izuku who lets you pick from his friends, the ones you like who give you extra pets and treats when they think he’s not looking. kirishima who’s fun to go on walks with, katsuki who tries to be mean but spoils you anyway … sometimes kaminari who’s dumb enough to forget all the strict instructions izuku leaves for you while he’s out. he lets you pick because you’re too energetic to be left untouched, you need to be fucked out and subdued by the time he gets home on weeks where being a teacher clashes with being a hero.
owner!izuku who gives his friends a key and a schedule. swing by, play with the puppy, let him know how it goes. its more than permission to baby sit — its permission for kirishima to slip his cock down your throat and suck the slick from your folds at the same time, yanking that fluffy tail until you’re teary and trembling. ifs permission for katsuki to fold your knees into his chest, tripping and stumbling over his words in an attempt to remind you that good dogs use their manners when they’re begging for cock all while pumping his load into you, hot and sticky, fucking you until it clings to the walls of your puppycunt just like you’d wailed for. it’s permission for kaminari to tease you sensitive slit for hours on end, rubbing your clit until its heartbeat is raw, smacking that sopping mount until its swollen and the wag of your furry tail is weighed down by your own runny wetness.
it’s permission to take turns ruining you while owner!izuku is away. tire you out until you’re a pliant mess that still somehow needs her owner’s cock to settle down — despite the stretch and burn to your holes, the cum that dries against your skin like a signature. you’re easier to handle like this, izuku thinks, tasting the others on your cunt and against your flesh.
but as long as you’re happy and satisfied, he doesn’t mind who wrecks his puppy at all.
Wait cause imagine izuku lying to reader and telling her that he’s a virgin, but after she lets him hit😏 she realizes that he has DEFINITELY DONE THIS BEFORE, LIKE VIRGIN MY ASS😭😏
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AND YOU KNOW THAT LYING BUNNY WOULD.
Izuku Midoriya looks like a good innocent man and he is, he really is. He promises that he is. He does everything he is told and he does it to the best of his ability. So when he asks you to finally take the next steps with him, you agree. He told you he was a virgin, he said it spluttering like a mess with a red face and freckles glowing. He couldn't even meet your eyes at his words.
You believed him.
What a fool you were.
"NNhhhMhhHHH! Izuku wai- OH RIGHT THERE!" You cried as you were practically bend in half. Izuku had you with your knees near your shoulders as he pressed down deep into you. Each and every stroke hitting you just at that sweet spot inside you that had your gummy walls tightening around his cock and you seeing stars.
Izuku's pelvis slapped against you as he gripped the blanket hard underneath you. He groaned as his hips kept moving, incapable of stopping. "What a good girl." He said lowly. He moved his hips backwards, tilting himself for a moment before thrusting back in.
You let out a shout as your eyes shot open. "Oh my-" You couldn't finish your sentence as he pulled out. You could barely register it as you swallowed all the saliva in your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you tried to keep yourself from floating away. Even with him so far away you could barely think. "F-fuck." You whispered, your clit twitching.
Izuku grabbed you and started manoeuvring your body, trying to flip you onto your stomach.
You blinked confused. "Huh- Izuku, you liar." You said as you could barely fight back against him. You felt him push your legs so that your knees were underneath you.
"Hm?" He looked at you with his wide green eyes and tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. "What did I lie about?"
You turned your head to look back at him. "You said you were a virgin!"
He blinked confused at you, his face so painfully clueless. Then he remembered the conversation you both had before this. "Ohhhh!" He let out a laugh as he slotted himself behind you, your ass against his very eager cock. He moved to grab you so that your arms were behind you, forcing your back to arch and making you gasp as you were pulled up. "I'm an anal virgin, sweetheart. You said you wanted to fuck me. No one has ever fucked me. But I've had sex with people before."
Your eyes widened. "You know that's not what I- AHH!" You couldn't breathe as he filled you with one full stroke. You gasped as you blinked rapidly as tears formed in your eyes. You whimpered as he pulled out just so that half of him was still inside you then he slammed right back in again.
His kept thrusting in and out of you, pushing deep inside you. Your eyes became half lidded as you reached that state of no return. He felt so good, pressed up on all sides inside you. You couldn't even form a thought to think anymore. You had never been in this position before and you couldn't even care enough being in this position to think about it. You let out a hum in content as he kept on slamming inside of you.
stepping into bed bedside bakugou and he’s planning on romancing you a little because he’s just a little horny and this has been his plan all evening but when he rolls over to face you, you’ve got that overnight thick white jelly like facial skincare mask on. he cannot makeout with you. he can barely kiss you and you see his whole face just drop.
you going “what!? did you want me to get you one?”
and he’s huffing and puffing that his plan to wait didn’t even work. he can’t kiss your neck because it will mess up your mask. he loves kissing your cheeks.
“wanted to kiss you.” he grumbles. shirtless, laying on his side, looking at your body in your camisole and pyjama shorts. he can still work around your face. sadly.
“awe,” you squeak and you pout your lips for him to kiss.
he shakes his head like he doesn’t deserve this treatment but does carefully kiss you so he doesn’t mess up your mask.
bkg ends up making out with your breasts and kissing down your legs to eat you out. then you give him a quick handjob and he’s cuddling you with his head on your breasts. face mask still in tact, he’s the clingy one here.
Bakugo doesn't care for public appearances, especially when that time could be spent at his agency either catching up on paperwork or out stopping a villain from harming the city he protects. But, he does it for the kids (thanks to Deku and Kirishima's influence).
What he doesn't expect is to see you there, completely decked out head to toe in Dynamight-themed gear, some you even had a say in designing. The nice thing though is no one knows who you are minus the security team — you always know he uses the same group and they recognize you by now.
When you approach the table, Bakugo doesn't recognize you at first under the brim of your hat, the mechanical interaction starting up automatically.
"Hey, th—" and his eyes narrow when he finally looks up from the event table. His voice lowers. "The fuck y'doin' here, baby? Did you..." and he peers around you, seeing how long the line is behind you. "You waited in line?"
"Mhm," you nod with a playful smile. "Wanted to support my favorite hero. Can you sign this for me?" And you slide a copy of one of your wedding pictures across the table.
Bakugo throws his head back, a genuine laugh leaving him.
warnings: voyeurism, use of toys, rough sex, manhandling, dacryphillia, boy's kissing (yum), a little bit of humiliation, dry humping, overstimulation, pwp, katsuki's mean but kirishima's meaner LOL
a/n: HBD TO MY BABY DADDY AHHH!
"Fuckin' go - mmm - faster"
Ignored. Just like he's been for the last hour.
His fate was sealed when he laughed at the bracelets you and Eijiro had carefully curated. The patterned beads sit untouched on the dresser, mocking him, while dull metal now wraps around his wrists instead.
The cuffs are uncomfortable, nowhere near as simple as the bracelet he refused to put on. His hands are bound behind his back, cock twitching painfully against his stomach — as he wallows in his own agony.
All Katsuki can do is watch from his spot on the bed. The metal tang from where he bites his lip seeping into his tastebuds as he tries to keep the drool in his mouth.
Eijiro's hands grip the globes of your ass, red crescents forming in your skin as he guides you up and down his length. He watches as your tits bounce as you move, every drag pulling wet sounds from your leaking cunt.
Katsuki felt like a fly on the wall. Stuck as he listens to the borderline pornographic moans you let out into each other's mouths, or the soft whimpers when Eijiro hits just the right spot.
"Eij. Fuckin' go faster. Swear I'm gonna break out of this shit-"
"He's talkin' too much isn't he, pretty?" Eijiro huffs, hips continuing their pace. The blonde's complaints are muffled in an instant. Your saffron underwear shoved into his mouth.
You whine at the sight, Katsuki's throat bobbing at the taste of you on his tongue. Your eyes flit down to his hips, the subtle rocking against the air doesn't go unnoticed as he moves against the confines of the handcuffs.
Ruby eyes bore into yours before trailing down the decorated back of his boyfriend. Red scratch marks ripple across his body as you move faster against him, both of you insatiable and eager to cum.
Katsuki's not too far behind.
He growls against the fabric. All restraint lost as he watches his two lovers in silence. His hips move shamelessly now, keeping the same pace as the redhead's, as if it might make him fuck you harder. Faster. As if the air had any chance of imitating the feeling of you gummy walls around him.
"Why don't you help him out, babe. G-give him your hand" he murmurs, his words broken only by the way your cunt squeezes around him like a vice.
Your shaky hand reaches out to wrap around Katsuki's aching cock, ignoring the way his body flinches, before he relaxes into your touch. Hips already thrusting into your hand like a man starved for attention.
His eyes are as glossy as yours, tears flitting down the red apples of his cheeks before they're soaked up by the fabric in his mouth.
"Fuckfuckfuck 'm close. Fuck - mmf - Eij" you whine, forehead dropping to his at the slightest twitch of his cock inside you.
The high hits you all at the same time. Milky white streams spilling over the sides of your fingers as his hips stutter in your grip. Eijiro's thighs tense underneath you as he holds you still against him, hot spurts filling every inch of you as he fucks you through your high.
Tears drip onto Katsuki's chest before they make their way down to your hand, mixing with the fluids of his release.
Your body is limp, breathless against the firm grip of Eijirou's hold. Warm breath mixing together as you ride out the last few twitches on top of him.
Katsuki's fuming. That much is clear. His face practically the same hue as Eijiro's hair. The humiliation of being ignored, bound and completely at your mercy settling in as he watches you loosen your grip around his cock.
Eijiro drags his cock free of your gummy walls — a mix of your release and his decorating his length. You collapse in the space between them, skin sticking to one another as you bask in your high.
"Mmf"
Oh, right.
A hand slips past you to pull the fabric between Katsuki's lips, connected by a thin string of drool before it falls against his chest.
"You're a piece of shit" he murmurs, now that his mouth is finally free. Moving his jaw around as he adjusts to the loss. "Let me out of this thing"
You smile before moving towards the restraints, fiddling with it before you're stopped by a hand covering yours.
"Seriously, bro? That's all you have to say" Eijiro mutters, trailing a teasing hand over the mess in Katsuki's lap. His hips twitch, from the lingering sensation as he tries to move away from the stimulation. "Say you're sorry."
"'…"
Before you can process, Eijiro's lips are on his. Mouths clashing against each other as he pulls the blonde in with zero hesitation. You watch as their tongues fight for dominance, soft moans turning to groans within seconds as the redhead slides a hand along the sides of his cock. Rubbing a thumb along the tip as he collects the slick on his finger.
They pull away from each other breathless, staring into each other's eyes before Eijiro turns back to you. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, salty taste seeping into your tastebuds as you suck gently on the digit. A low hum vibrating against your lips at the taste.
"You gonna say you're sorry now?" he hums.
"… I'm sorry the gift was shit"
"You want these cuffs off?"
Silence. And that says enough.
"… 'M sorry" he mumbles, barely audible, but good enough for Eijiro. He fiddles with the cuffs around Katsuki's wrists, before freeing them with a soft 'click' before plopping down between the two of you. His chest rising and falling as he makes himself comfortable next to you.
Before Katsuki breaks the silence.
"Ah Ah." he huffs, wrapping a firm hand around your wrists and forcing you up from your spot on the bed. Your body crashes into his chest before he smashes his lips to yours, the sensual motions turning rough within seconds as he moves his hands along your body. "Don't think you're just gonna sleep after the shit you pulled" he huffs, before pulling away from your lips.
He trails a hand up Eijiro's body, the same teasing touches placed along his inner thighs.
"'S still my birthday isn't it?" he huffs, looking over his shoulder at the digital clock on the nightstand. His demeanor is different. The humiliation that once resided fuelling a different kind of confidence. Your body is turned in one smooth motion, ass flushed against his front where you kneel against the bed.
"Need t’make up for lost time" he whispers, his lips just shy of the the shell of your ear, dark eyes moving past your body as he stares at Eijiro’s exposed form.
tags: @dhyuns @lonelyfooryouonly @riotsgrl @guttrbug69 @katsunoir @perfectly-m1saligned @gfsuki ... if i didn't tag you i was probably scared aka tens and briar i couldn’t remember if you wanted to be pls don’t eat me!
katsuki stares at you with narrowed eyes as you hold the mic up to your lips. his friends are pushing his shoulders and laughing at him to lighten up while the intro starts.
“it’s your birthday so i know you wanna ride out.”
he closes his eyes and groans, cheeks flushed the darkest red going all the way down his neck and to the tips of his ears. you keep singing and walk over to him, nudging his legs apart and standing between them. he cracks open his eyes and lays his hands on your hips, blinking up at you with a faux frown.
“baby-”
“birthday sex, birthday sex.” you straddle him and he thinks he’s going to combust right there. “it’s the best day of the year boy.” he snatches the mic out of your hand and tosses it to whoever is next to him and hauls you out of the karaoke room.
“kaaaats there was still one more line.” you pat his back between your giggles.
“going home.” he walks you out to his car and buckles you into the passenger seat.
“want some head?” you smile at him.
“no.” he pouts and grips the wheel with both hands.
“i felt how hard you were..” you use a singsong voice and he snaps his neck towards you. “stop it.” you squish his cheeks and slide your hand to the hair at the nape of his neck, scraping your nails until he’s practically purring. “i got some surprises for you at home.”
“yeah like what?” he pulls the car out of the parking lot.
“you’ll see.” you hum, continuing to run your fingers through his hair.
“ha-ha.” he looks at you with a straight face. “take these off.” he tugs on the fluffy cuffs you have around his wrists on the headboard.
“i will once i’m done.” you crawl over him in only your lace panties.
his cock is hard and brushing against your panties before you sit yourself on him and roll your hips. “don’t tease me tonight.”
you reach down and pull your panties to the side, grinding against him to coat him in your slick. lifting up on your knees, wrapping your fingers around him and pushing his tip into your pussy just to pop it out a second later.
“oops.” you giggle.
you push his tip in again only for him to buck his hips up into you, burying himself into your sopping cunt and making you fall forward on his chest.
“don’t need my hands to fuck you.” he grunts, propping his knees up and snapping his hips into you.
you press your hands to his chest and start fucking yourself back onto him, ass meeting his thighs with a loud slap each time. your nails are digging into his skin and he grunts with each thrust.
“kiss me god damnit.” he tugs on the cuffs.
you lean up and pepper kisses across his throat, gasping when he snaps his hips up and you knock into his chin. you slowly kiss your way to his jaw and then finally pressing your lips to his.
“since you can listen..” he mumbles. “wanna uncuff me, princess?” he presses his lips to yours.
you kiss him once more and reach up, fumbling with the cuffs and when he’s free he has you flipped. you gasp before he smashes his lips to yours and grabs one of your legs and wraps it around his waist. he’s fucking i to you so slow, tongue sliding against yours and swallowing down all of your sounds.
your gummy walls are pulsing around him, coaxing him to follow you for all he’s worth and it’s only a matter of time now. each time he bottoms out he grinds right against your clit and your eyes are starting to roll back.
“fuck.” he pants into your mouth.
“katsuki!” the first wave of your orgasm washes through you.
he tries to hold off but he can’t he’s been too worked up and you feel too good. the way your walls at hugging him has him pressing his forehead to you and moans as he starts to fill you. you whine when he rolls his hips feeling how hard he still is.
“now let’s use these cuffs.” he reaches up for them before pulling out and flipping you onto your back. “good girl.” he hums when you offer him your wrists.
he cuffs you and grabs your hips, lifting your ass i to the air and chuckling lowly when your face presses into the pillow. he slides one hand up your back and grabs onto the cuffs before slamming into you.
the soft click of the door signaled izuku’s arrival. he didn’t say anything at first, his footsteps light against the floor. he stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at the silent form of the woman he loved.
she had pushed herself too far during training again, and now, even the simple act of breathing felt like a huge effort. her face was buried in her favorite pillow, arms wrapped tightly around it.
with a soft sigh that carried more concern than frustration, izuku reached up to loosen his tie. his fingers moved with practiced ease, sliding the silk fabric from his collar and draping it over the nearby chair.
"i thought i saw a bit of smoke coming from the training grounds earlier." his voice was soft and low in their quiet bedroom. "i had a feeling i’d find you like this."
y/n didn't open her eyes. she couldn't find the energy to even lift her head, offering only a faint, noncommittal 'mm-hmm' in response.
izuku began unbuttoning his vest, the fabric snapping softly as he worked his way down. "you did it again, didn't you? you pushed past the limit we talked about. your quirk is incredible, y/n, but your body isn't an infinite battery. you have to stop treating it like one."
he sat on the edge of the mattress, as his hand rested gently on her lower back.
"i’m not scolding you because i’m upset.." he clarified, his tone softening even further, laced with a tender reassurance. "i’m telling you this because i know what happens when you stop listening to what your body is screaming at you. i don't want you to wake up one day and find that the damage is something you can't come back from."
he leaned over, pressing a lingering, ghost-light kiss to the back of her head.
"it may sound selfish, but i can’t lose you to your own limits. if you break yourself, you aren't just hurting your progress—you’re hurting the person i love most."
y/n let out another tired hum, shifting her face just enough to breathe against the pillowcase. she felt the warmth of his hand through her shirt, which slowly began to pull her back from the edge of her fatigue.
"just.. rest now." izuku whispered, sliding his vest off his shoulders. "but tomorrow, we're going to look at your output charts again. no arguments."
he felt her give a tiny nod against the pillow. it was enough for now. he stayed there for a long moment, determined to always be the safety net she forgot she needed.
the mattress shifted under his weight as he settled closer at her side. he began a soothing rub against her spine, feeling the lingering fever of her quirk still humming beneath her skin.
"does that feel okay?" a broken moan of relief escaped her as she pressed into the bedding. the sound was thin and needy, betraying exactly how much she had been craving his touch.
izuku’s gaze darkened, his green eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp intensity. the lecture on safety remained, but the room’s atmosphere had shifted from concern to something desirable.
his hand began to wander, moving slowly down the length of her spine. he followed the dip of her waist until his palm reached the soft curve of her ass, his fingers splaying out over the thin fabric.
he gave a tender squeeze, finding the perfect balance between firm and gentle.
"you're so tense right here." he noted softly with a small smile, though his focus was no longer entirely on her muscle recovery.
underneath the hem of her shirt, the bright pop of her pink underwear caught the light. izuku’s eyes were stuck on them, hooking his fingers under the edge of her tee and slowly moving it upward.
he didn't rush as his fingers moved with the same careful precision he used when analyzing a hero's technique, but his gaze remained on her revealed skin and pink fabric he was currently uncovering. he could see the obvious glistening wet spot was clearly visible between her thighs.
"i think i can help you relax a bit more." he whispered, his voice vibrating against the shell of her ear as he leaned down. "would you like that, y/n?"
she hummed again, the sound more of a purr this time, her eyes still squeezed shut as she drifted in the blissful space between sleep and his touch.
the mattress dipped significantly as izuku climbed onto the bed behind her, his knees settling on either side of her hips. her body was a heavy weight of exhaustion and blooming heat.
"up for me." his voice was a gentle coo, pulling her into a deeper state of ease. "just a little bit. lift your hips for me, honey."
she pushed her hips up, her knees digging into the soft sheets while her chest and arms remained hugged tight against the pillow as her oversized tee bunched up around her mid-back.
she felt his hands slide from her waist down to the elastic waistband of her panties. slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the sides and pulled the fabric down. as the silk slid over the curve of her hips and settled around her thighs, his eyes darkened further.
the sight before him was undoing every ounce of his composure. she was already soaking wet, her slickness clinging to her skin and catching the dim light of the room.
"look at you.." his words were a low rasp, thick with a mix of pure adoration and starving need. "so ready, even when you're this tired."
he leaned forward, his hands locking onto her hips to hold her steady. he couldn't wait a second longer.. he was dying for a taste of her. y/n hugged the pillow tighter as she felt the first contact of his warm tongue.
the spark was instant. he began to taste her with slow, deliberate strokes—every flick of his tongue was a reassuring comfort that he had been offering her all evening, turning her exhaustion into a pure bliss.
his focus was unwavering, his tongue swirling against her in steady movements that left her breathless and shaking. hearing her messy, sweet moans swell in the quiet room was all he needed. izuku wanted his touch to drown out the ache of her quirk until only his love remained.
as he worked, his own body made its needs known. his hand moved instinctively, sliding down to palm the heavy length of his cock through the dark fabric of his trousers.
he was aching, straining against his zipper, but he forced himself to stay back. this was for her. he wanted to push her to the very edge, to melt away the last of her exhaustion until the only thing she could think about was him.
he delved deeper, his tongue flicking expertly over her clit. her legs trembled under his touch, her relief spilling out in a long, muffled moan against the pillow.
"you’re so responsive, y/n.." he murmured against her. "does it feel good? does it make you forget how tired you are?"
her hips started to rock back against his face in a desperate, searching motion, as he kept his pace teasingly steady, denying her the final release she was clearly chasing.
izuku continued to stroke himself through his pants, getting off to her moans. "it feels so good, izuku.. it’s too much.. i want you. please, i want you to fuck me."
the sound of his name paired with that desperate plea snapped the last of his restraint. "i’ve got you.." he whispered.
he moved quickly but gently, shifting back just enough to reach for the button of his trousers. the sound of his zipper hissed as he made quick work of his clothes, his gaze never leaving the way she stayed in position for him.
her hips were still slightly raised, her pink underwear still tangled around her knees. he settled himself behind her again as his hands returned to her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to guide her.
he leaned forward, his chest against her spine as he positioned his slick tip at her entrance.
"tell me if it's too much." he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as he prepared to push forward. "i want to make sure you’re taken care of, y/n. all of you."
he slid into her with one slow thrust, a groan escaping his throat as he finally felt her tight, wet warmth surrounding him.
her moans and the heat was overwhelming, a searing glide of silk as izuku buried himself deep within her. his girth claimed her completely.
he let out a long, tortured groan, his forehead dropping to the space between her shoulder blades as he felt her slick, pulsing heat clenching around him in a desperate welcome.
"you're so tight.." his forehead dropped against her shoulder. "and so wet for me."
he could feel the tremors starting in her thighs, along with the fluttering of her inner muscles already beginning to squeeze him with an uncontrolled intensity.
he hadn't even begun to move yet, but the way her body was reacting told him everything he needed to know.
he pulled back slowly, the sensation of his cock sliding against her sensitive walls drawing a broken whimper from her lips. when he thrusts back in, his hips hitting hers with a soft thud, her moan was even louder than the last.
"already?" izuku breathed, his green eyes filled with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. he could feel her orgasm rushing towards her, just seconds away. "you must have really needed this, didn't you? all that stress.. let it go, honey. just let it all go for me."
he didn't hesitate to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more punctuated and urgent. he wanted to feel her shatter while he was still deep inside her, moaning loudly as she struggled to catch her breath.
the room was filled with the frantic sound of their combined breathing and the wet friction of izuku’s thrusts. y/n was completely undone, her internal muscles clamping down on him with a pulse that signaled her peak as an orgasm rippled through her.
the sensation of her clenching so tightly around him was the final trigger. his fingers gripped her hips as he buried himself deep inside of her one last time.
he held himself there, chest heaving against her back, as he released a heavy, hot surge deep inside of her. the intensity of it left him lightheaded, his muscles twitching with the sheer force of his own climax.
the tension that had defined the evening—the physical strain of her quirk and the emotional weight of his worry—had finally vanished, replaced by a heavy satisfaction.
once he slowly pulled away completely, he watched with a mesmerized intensity as the evidence of his release began to slowly drip out of her, some even landing on her underwear.
it was a sight he had seen many times before, yet it never failed to stir something primal and protective in his chest. it was the physical note of the "care" he had promised her.
he reached out, his hand much steadier now, to gently smoothen her hair away from her damp forehead.
"you okay?" he whispered, his voice returning to that soft, comforting hum as his eyes searched her face.
y/n responded with a soft nod, eyes half-lidded and glazed with bliss as she laid back down into the pillow, finally, truly at rest.
the soft click of the door signaled izuku’s arrival. he didn’t say anything at first, his footsteps light against the floor. he stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at the silent form of the woman he loved.
she had pushed herself too far during training again, and now, even the simple act of breathing felt like a huge effort. her face was buried in her favorite pillow, arms wrapped tightly around it.
with a soft sigh that carried more concern than frustration, izuku reached up to loosen his tie. his fingers moved with practiced ease, sliding the silk fabric from his collar and draping it over the nearby chair.
"i thought i saw a bit of smoke coming from the training grounds earlier." his voice was soft and low in their quiet bedroom. "i had a feeling i’d find you like this."
y/n didn't open her eyes. she couldn't find the energy to even lift her head, offering only a faint, noncommittal 'mm-hmm' in response.
izuku began unbuttoning his vest, the fabric snapping softly as he worked his way down. "you did it again, didn't you? you pushed past the limit we talked about. your quirk is incredible, y/n, but your body isn't an infinite battery. you have to stop treating it like one."
he sat on the edge of the mattress, as his hand rested gently on her lower back.
"i’m not scolding you because i’m upset.." he clarified, his tone softening even further, laced with a tender reassurance. "i’m telling you this because i know what happens when you stop listening to what your body is screaming at you. i don't want you to wake up one day and find that the damage is something you can't come back from."
he leaned over, pressing a lingering, ghost-light kiss to the back of her head.
"it may sound selfish, but i can’t lose you to your own limits. if you break yourself, you aren't just hurting your progress—you’re hurting the person i love most."
y/n let out another tired hum, shifting her face just enough to breathe against the pillowcase. she felt the warmth of his hand through her shirt, which slowly began to pull her back from the edge of her fatigue.
"just.. rest now." izuku whispered, sliding his vest off his shoulders. "but tomorrow, we're going to look at your output charts again. no arguments."
he felt her give a tiny nod against the pillow. it was enough for now. he stayed there for a long moment, determined to always be the safety net she forgot she needed.
the mattress shifted under his weight as he settled closer at her side. he began a soothing rub against her spine, feeling the lingering fever of her quirk still humming beneath her skin.
"does that feel okay?" a broken moan of relief escaped her as she pressed into the bedding. the sound was thin and needy, betraying exactly how much she had been craving his touch.
izuku’s gaze darkened, his green eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp intensity. the lecture on safety remained, but the room’s atmosphere had shifted from concern to something desirable.
his hand began to wander, moving slowly down the length of her spine. he followed the dip of her waist until his palm reached the soft curve of her ass, his fingers splaying out over the thin fabric.
he gave a tender squeeze, finding the perfect balance between firm and gentle.
"you're so tense right here." he noted softly with a small smile, though his focus was no longer entirely on her muscle recovery.
underneath the hem of her shirt, the bright pop of her pink underwear caught the light. izuku’s eyes were stuck on them, hooking his fingers under the edge of her tee and slowly moving it upward.
he didn't rush as his fingers moved with the same careful precision he used when analyzing a hero's technique, but his gaze remained on her revealed skin and pink fabric he was currently uncovering. he could see the obvious glistening wet spot was clearly visible between her thighs.
"i think i can help you relax a bit more." he whispered, his voice vibrating against the shell of her ear as he leaned down. "would you like that, y/n?"
she hummed again, the sound more of a purr this time, her eyes still squeezed shut as she drifted in the blissful space between sleep and his touch.
the mattress dipped significantly as izuku climbed onto the bed behind her, his knees settling on either side of her hips. her body was a heavy weight of exhaustion and blooming heat.
"up for me." his voice was a gentle coo, pulling her into a deeper state of ease. "just a little bit. lift your hips for me, honey."
she pushed her hips up, her knees digging into the soft sheets while her chest and arms remained hugged tight against the pillow as her oversized tee bunched up around her mid-back.
she felt his hands slide from her waist down to the elastic waistband of her panties. slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the sides and pulled the fabric down. as the silk slid over the curve of her hips and settled around her thighs, his eyes darkened further.
the sight before him was undoing every ounce of his composure. she was already soaking wet, her slickness clinging to her skin and catching the dim light of the room.
"look at you.." his words were a low rasp, thick with a mix of pure adoration and starving need. "so ready, even when you're this tired."
he leaned forward, his hands locking onto her hips to hold her steady. he couldn't wait a second longer.. he was dying for a taste of her. y/n hugged the pillow tighter as she felt the first contact of his warm tongue.
the spark was instant. he began to taste her with slow, deliberate strokes—every flick of his tongue was a reassuring comfort that he had been offering her all evening, turning her exhaustion into a pure bliss.
his focus was unwavering, his tongue swirling against her in steady movements that left her breathless and shaking. hearing her messy, sweet moans swell in the quiet room was all he needed. izuku wanted his touch to drown out the ache of her quirk until only his love remained.
as he worked, his own body made its needs known. his hand moved instinctively, sliding down to palm the heavy length of his cock through the dark fabric of his trousers.
he was aching, straining against his zipper, but he forced himself to stay back. this was for her. he wanted to push her to the very edge, to melt away the last of her exhaustion until the only thing she could think about was him.
he delved deeper, his tongue flicking expertly over her clit. her legs trembled under his touch, her relief spilling out in a long, muffled moan against the pillow.
"you’re so responsive, y/n.." he murmured against her. "does it feel good? does it make you forget how tired you are?"
her hips started to rock back against his face in a desperate, searching motion, as he kept his pace teasingly steady, denying her the final release she was clearly chasing.
izuku continued to stroke himself through his pants, getting off to her moans. "it feels so good, izuku.. it’s too much.. i want you. please, i want you to fuck me."
the sound of his name paired with that desperate plea snapped the last of his restraint. "i’ve got you.." he whispered.
he moved quickly but gently, shifting back just enough to reach for the button of his trousers. the sound of his zipper hissed as he made quick work of his clothes, his gaze never leaving the way she stayed in position for him.
her hips were still slightly raised, her pink underwear still tangled around her knees. he settled himself behind her again as his hands returned to her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to guide her.
he leaned forward, his chest against her spine as he positioned his slick tip at her entrance.
"tell me if it's too much." he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as he prepared to push forward. "i want to make sure you’re taken care of, y/n. all of you."
he slid into her with one slow thrust, a groan escaping his throat as he finally felt her tight, wet warmth surrounding him.
her moans and the heat was overwhelming, a searing glide of silk as izuku buried himself deep within her. his girth claimed her completely.
he let out a long, tortured groan, his forehead dropping to the space between her shoulder blades as he felt her slick, pulsing heat clenching around him in a desperate welcome.
"you're so tight.." his forehead dropped against her shoulder. "and so wet for me."
he could feel the tremors starting in her thighs, along with the fluttering of her inner muscles already beginning to squeeze him with an uncontrolled intensity.
he hadn't even begun to move yet, but the way her body was reacting told him everything he needed to know.
he pulled back slowly, the sensation of his cock sliding against her sensitive walls drawing a broken whimper from her lips. when he thrusts back in, his hips hitting hers with a soft thud, her moan was even louder than the last.
"already?" izuku breathed, his green eyes filled with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. he could feel her orgasm rushing towards her, just seconds away. "you must have really needed this, didn't you? all that stress.. let it go, honey. just let it all go for me."
he didn't hesitate to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more punctuated and urgent. he wanted to feel her shatter while he was still deep inside her, moaning loudly as she struggled to catch her breath.
the room was filled with the frantic sound of their combined breathing and the wet friction of izuku’s thrusts. y/n was completely undone, her internal muscles clamping down on him with a pulse that signaled her peak as an orgasm rippled through her.
the sensation of her clenching so tightly around him was the final trigger. his fingers gripped her hips as he buried himself deep inside of her one last time.
he held himself there, chest heaving against her back, as he released a heavy, hot surge deep inside of her. the intensity of it left him lightheaded, his muscles twitching with the sheer force of his own climax.
the tension that had defined the evening—the physical strain of her quirk and the emotional weight of his worry—had finally vanished, replaced by a heavy satisfaction.
once he slowly pulled away completely, he watched with a mesmerized intensity as the evidence of his release began to slowly drip out of her, some even landing on her underwear.
it was a sight he had seen many times before, yet it never failed to stir something primal and protective in his chest. it was the physical note of the "care" he had promised her.
he reached out, his hand much steadier now, to gently smoothen her hair away from her damp forehead.
"you okay?" he whispered, his voice returning to that soft, comforting hum as his eyes searched her face.
y/n responded with a soft nod, eyes half-lidded and glazed with bliss as she laid back down into the pillow, finally, truly at rest.
