It’s the first thing that comes to your brain as you watch him strip his boxers down from your spot at the foot of the bed. Three months into the relationship, and the rising tension finally snapped, with you point-blank asking him during movie night - doe eyes and all - if you could suck his dick. His reaction was much what you were expecting, stuttering out an Are you sure? before letting you maneuver his sweatpants off.
His dick wasn’t terribly long, maybe 6 inches - but he was thick. It looked heavy too, slowly hardening and twitching against his stomach as he beckoned you over with two fingers.
“My eyes are up here, baby,” his voice was soft, pale blue shirt still on, hugging the swell of his shoulders just right.
You whined softly, “I get to see your eyes every day. Wanna look at this instead.” You punctuated your sentence by gripping a hand around his length, pulling a strained gasp from him.
Izuku’s hips jerked into your touch, thick cock pulsing in your palm. It curved slightly upward, the shaft a deeper shade of pink at the base that faded to a flushed, swollen head. Prominent veins ran along its length, throbbing under your fingers with every heartbeat - a bead of precum already welled at the flushed tip, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to drag your tongue over it, slow and deliberate. He tasted clean and a little salty - perfect. The sound that tore out of him was wrecked - half-moan, half-whimper - and his hand flew to your hair, fingers threading gently even as his thighs trembled.
“F-fuck… baby,” he breathed, voice cracking in that sweet, desperate way he only ever let you hear. His green eyes were half-lidded now, watching you with something between awe and hunger. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched over defined muscle from years of hero work, hem riding up to expose his abs.
You took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth. He was so thick your jaw already ached in the best way, but you pushed forward anyway, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue along the underside. Izuku’s grip tightened in your hair - not pulling, just holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
“You’re - ah! - doing so good,” he praised, voice hoarse. “So pretty with your mouth full. Look at you…”
The words went straight between your legs. You moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch against your tongue. Bobbing your head faster, you worked what you couldn’t fit with your hand, twisting your wrist just right at the base. Spit slicked down his shaft, dripping onto his balls, and you used your free hand to cup them gently, rolling them in your palm.
Izuku’s head fell back against the headrest, a broken groan escaping him. “Yes- just like that- fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep- nngh-”
You pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock. “Then don’t,” you murmured, voice husky. “Want you to cum in my mouth, Izuku. Please?”
His eyes snapped to yours, wide and dark with lust. “You sure? You don’t have to-”
You answered by sucking him back down, taking him as deep as you could until your nose brushed the dark curls at his base. You swallowed around him, throat working, and that was it. Izuku’s hips stuttered, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as he came hard. Thick, hot spurts flooded your mouth, and you swallowed every drop, humming happily as he shook through it.
When he finally softened, you pulled off gently, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before crawling up his body. Izuku immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His heart hammered under your ear, and he buried his face in your hair, pressing kisses to your temple.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice still shaky. “I love you so much. Let me… let me take care of you now, yeah?”
His hand was already sliding down your front, slipping under your waistband with that same gentle determination that made your stomach flip. You smiled against his neck, nipping lightly.
“Only if I get to ride you after.”
Izuku laughed softly, the sound warm and fond, even as his fingers found you already soaked.
Izuku was always ever the observant one. Always taking down notes and cataloging everything about almost anyone. You weren’t an exception. As his beautiful girlfriend, Izuku would do just about anything to make you happy! So he always took notes. He knows your favorite restaurants, he knows when you’re craving, he even knows what you sound like when you’re about to cry. So it isn’t out of the ordinary that Izuku also happens to know just how to angle his fingers to get you to squeak just for him.
“Zuku…” You moaned out, tilting your head back until it hit his shoulder.
The room is embarassingly quiet aside from your moans and the sticky squelches that are coming from your pussy. Izuku has you in a humiliating position. Spread wide open on his lap in front of the mirror in his bedroom. His fingers are moving in and out of you in a rushed pace, in and out, in and out, in and out. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
You reach down and wrap your hand around Izuku’s wrist in an attempt to hinder his pace. Each thrust of his fingers hit right against g-spot and it has your mind searing in a bright white light. Your mind has melted into a puddle and you can barely catch your breath, you just needed a break. Just one moment to catch yourself.
Izuku immediately tsks and pulls his fingers out of your cunt and for a moment you think he’s finally let up but before you can fully relax into his lap, three fingers come down and slap you right on your sensitive clit. You jerk and instinctively your knees press together earning another disappointed sound from your boyfriend.
“Thought I taught you not to do that?” Izuku muttered under his breath. He leans forward so that his chin is resting on your shoulder, looking straight into the mirror to catch your gaze but you’re doing your best to avoid it, eyes squeezed shut and your chin tucked close to your chest.
“I’m sorry.” You quickly mumbled but it wasn’t enough. You know what he's going to say.
“Don't you want to be a good puppy?” Izuku asked softly.
You whined and quickly jerked your head up and down. Of course you wanted to be good!
He loves missionary, specifically because he needs to see your face. He wants to watch your eyes roll back, to see you lose control, and to know exactly how much he’s affecting you. He’ll press your knees to your shoulders, his movements becoming erratic as he struggles to contain his own need. He drives his thick, cock into your wet pussy with a shaky, uncoordinated rhythm at first, but as you gasp and wrap your legs around him, he settles into a deep, agonizingly slow grind that makes your tight, aching folds scream for more.
"I can't believe... god, you’re so wet for me," he stammers, his voice cracking with a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated horniness. He loves how you sound, the way you moan his name when he hits that deep, sensitive spot inside you. He doesn't hold back; he pushes deeper, his hips slamming into yours with a frantic, desperate pace that makes the sound of your sweaty skin slapping together fill the room. He’s obsessed with the way you cling to his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin as he buries himself into your glistening, needy core.
He’s completely undone, his composure shattered by the sheer pleasure of being this deep inside you. He’ll start to growl, his movements becoming more brutal and possessive, his breath hitching as he forces you to take every inch of his stiff, aching length. "You’re so filthy," he whispers, his voice dropping into a rough, primal register as he watches you shatter underneath him. He doesn't stop, he just pushes harder, his thrusts becoming jagged and deep until you’re sobbing and gasping for air. He’s completely gone, focused only on the way you’re saturating him, and he keeps going until he’s flooding you, making sure you feel every single pulse of his release.
Sex with izuku: He keeps his eyes locked onto yours with intense sincerity, his brow slightly furrowed as he observes how you react to him.
Sex with izuku: "I’ve wanted this so badly," he murmurs, his voice raspy and breathless, "I just want to make sure I’m giving you everything you need right now."
Sex with izuku: As he moves with you, his hand slips down to find your clit, his touch deliberate and careful even as his own breathing hitches. "You’re so wet for me... I love how you feel."
Sex with izuku: He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, intense hum against your ear as he settles deeper into your folds. "I want to hear you... tell me you like the way my pussy-slicked skin feels against yours."
Sex with izuku: "You're so tight," he whispers, his composure fracturing as he watches the pleasure wash over you, "Every time you move, you make such beautiful, wet sounds... it’s making it so hard for me to hold back."
Sex with izuku: He pauses just for a second to press his forehead against yours, his gaze dark and focused. "I love it when you’re like this... completely mine."
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.
Izuku who was truly lost in his own world right now. Balls deep inside of you. Really just going off complete instinct at this point. If you were being honest, you really did expect your cervix to be bruised by morning. Maybe you’d even be knocked up again, you wouldn’t be surprised honestly. Your other kids were conceived this way, so it wouldn’t be far off. Izuku really just didn’t know how to control himself around you, even after all these years and multiple children. You still made him lose his damn mind every time. Not that either of you were complaining. The day had been so long, so exhausting. You’d both been out on patrol hours longer than anticipated, and by the time you got home your kids were so overstimulated from being around a baby sitter. It was exhausting. Putting them to bed had been even more of a struggle, Every time one went down the other got up. It took an entire hour to put them down, instead of your quick and easy nightly routine.
Izuku who had been so lost in his world he didn’t even hear the giggling from down the hall. The sounds of two very awake young children, who are up to no good. You’re not any better, completely fucked out, by the man on top of you. You had your head buried in your pillow, so it’s not like you’d be hearing anything anytime soon. Though your husband definitely heard those two tiny children the second they decided to SPRINT down the hallway, crashing into the door that you two hadn’t even fully shut.
Izuku who’s reacting faster than he can even think. Covering the two of you instantly. “I wanna play too!” he hears the youngest say and he’s completely mortified. He can tell you to by the way you stiffen. “We weren't playing! I was just helping Mommy, I was rubbing her back!” you can hear the shakiness in his voice while he attempts to play this off. “Then why were you on top of her?” His mind is absolutely racing, trying to come up with literally anything. “It’s easier for me to rub?” It sounds way more like a question than a statement. Your kids are not convinced. And to make matters worse your oldest tries to climb onto the bed, only for your husband to let out a startling shriek. Causing the oldest to quickly let go.
Izuku who’s practically begging any god that will listen for help. He just needs two seconds to find his pants, two seconds to give himself any sort of confidence. “Hey, why don’t we play hide and seek?” he hears you suggest. “Mommy and daddy will be the seekers, why don’t you guys go hide?” The kids instantly light up and very quickly sprint away, off to find their perfect hiding spots. “Thank you.” he hears himself saying. Both of you quickly dress. Before you’re unfortunately reminded that your kids are now very awake. “Mommy!! Come find us!!” “fuck.” It wasn’t your best moment, but you were glad they bought it, thankful you wouldn’t have to explain yourselves. But now, that left the two of you to find your very skillful hiders. VERY SKILLFUL.
Izuku who swears you two have been searching for almost an hour at this point. And only now has the youngest been found. Somehow having wedged himself into the fucking fireplace. You're both horrified. And unfortunately made very aware that there's still another kid hiding. Izuku watches as you scoop up your youngest son, not caring about the soot that now covers you both. Around the hour and a half mark your oldest is found. Lying flat on top of the kitchen cabinets. Somewhere you didn’t even think there was room for a person to fit. Again, horrifying. “Bud. How’d you get up there?” He hears you ask softly, knowing your tone will dictate the answer he gives. “I squeezed myself!” He looks so proud of himself. “How?...” ..... “But how?...” Your son completely ignores you, skipping off to his bedroom instead.
Izuku who’s tucking his kids in for hopefully the last time tonight. He hopes. Thankfully all the waiting they had to do while you both frantically searched the house wore them out. But now you had worse things to worry about. Like how to block off the space between the kitchen cabinets and the roof, along with the entrance to the fireplace. Izuku watches as you quickly hop in the shower, just rinsing the soot from your body before climbing in bed. Making a mental note that your youngest is now in desperate need of a bath and clean sheets. Izuku can’t help but wonder if you’ll get any alone time tomorrow.
warnings: voyeurism, masturbation, pwp, use of toys, nudes sent
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izuku is hot. dark green hair clings to his forehead, sweat trailing down the slopes of his neck. the soft reflection of the lamp glistens against his skin, each ridge of his abs on full display as he catches his breath. he's bare, save for the towel that now rests over his half-hard cock.
the monitor fills with donations, users in the chat flooding the screen as they sing his praises on another knee-weakening stream.
@izukusleftnut: FUCK HE'S SO HOT
@hornyforyouonlyy: my mouth next?
@ninisontheglaass: did you see the rankings?? LOL
izuku reads it twice, a confused expression flickering across his face. his gaze lingers on the message longer than he'd like to admit, breath finally evening out as the adrenaline from the stream fades.
izuku takes pride in his job — he enjoys it — but rankings were never something he worried about. since he started this job, he always told himself competition didn't matter, maybe because he knew no one could compete. which gave him little reason to pay attention to anyone else.
so imagine his surprise when he does take a peek at the leaderboard. his usual top spot replaced by some amateur streamer who only found her footing a few months ago.
you're new to the platform — he can tell by the thumbnail. a dark setup, fluorescent lamp glowing against your skin, leaving just enough to make people want to see more — and you're live right now.
"huh… she's live …" he mutters, almost to himself, as if the thousands of people watching were mere afterthoughts. his brows crease as he reads over the image, your name next to the shiny gold label of #1.
@camgirlcoyote: don't watch her :(( what about us
@ilovegreenpubes: yeah i saw her vids…. she's hot asf
@ihatevalentinesxoxo: GUYS …. I THINK HE'S SCARED LMAOO
@4llfordome: loll he's nervous
"what do i have to be scared of?" he questions, attitude dripping from his voice as he pries his gaze off your silhouette on the screen.
he hates how quickly they catch on — how the chat turns into uproar about their precious streamer being thrown off by an amateur camgirl. the quick furrow in his brow is enough of a tell — for him and for them. he clicks his tongue, before huffing "chat, i'm not worried. she's probably just having a good week."
he signs off with his usual tagline, the motions almost automatic. closing the chat, turning off the bright light beside him, mouse already hovering over the button labelled 'end stream'.
the image of him on the screen is gone within seconds, and the noises from donations ceased to a halt. and now, it's just him.
izuku midoriya in his room alone with racing thoughts. he knows he shouldn't watch, shouldn't even give you the time of day. but the thought lingers anyway.
curiosity is no match for a man starved.
he hesitates before reaching for his phone, telling himself that he's just checking out competition. just confirming what he already believes, that you're nothing to worry about.
a burner account opens instantly, one he kept for situations like these, unused since the day it was made. your stream comes up without him even typing your name, your thumbnail sitting under "streamers you might like." very funny.
his thumb hesitates over the image before he moves, the pad of his finger brushing across the tempered glass as he presses it.
your moans flood the room, blasting through the speakers so loud it makes him jump, shoulders tightening and fingers fumbling with the buttons on his phone. a sharp exhale escapes his lips as he forces the volume down, glancing around his room as if someone might actually be there to catch him.
it's mid-stream — that much is obvious from the way you move so confidently in front of the lens. unlike his, your chat moves much slower. their hands probably preoccupied with following your movements.
"mmm, fuck" you whine, hips bucking against the plastic as a hand holds your thighs open, leaking cunt on full display. green orbs watch silently as your slick glistens through the dim light of his phone, two fingers zooming in as if it might make you come closer. a firm hand palming at the towel as he sucks in a breath.
izuku's convinced he's never seen anything more beautiful. your face is a mess, hair stuck to your forehead, and lips caught between your teeth as the toy moves from your nipples back to your aching heat. you jolt at the sensation, lifting it off your clit before repeating the motion, your head lolling back in the process.
and from the way his heart pounds against his ribs, the same pulse sent straight to his cock, he knows he's hooked. and he hates that all it took was the silhouette of your ass on his screen for it to happen.
you were trouble.
the towel is long forgotten in a pile on the floor, his dick springing against his chest, all angry and red. and though it takes all his willpower not to give in — to succumb to the temptations you so easily pull from him through the phone, he's no saint.
his hands pump slow, matching the rhythm you've so carefully set for yourself. head lolling back from where it rests against the chair and throat bobbing as he tries to control the drool that dares to spill from his mouth, a low groan slipping out instead.
"f-feels so good - fuck - wish you were here with m-me" you mutter, thrusting the toy faster than you were before.
he knows those lines. he's used those himself in his own streams when he needs to play into the fantasy. and for a moment, he slips into the role. falls into the persona of the delusional fan, who thinks the honey in your voice might be directed towards him.
his jaw is slack as he watches the toy thrust into your hole, pace brutal, vibrations muffled by the tight confines of your gummy walls. the sight only forces his grip to tighten around his cock, his own hips pushing forward like he might be able to fuck you through the screen.
you're close. he can tell from the way your hands move as if the camera isn't there. shameless and raw as you buck against it. and he's not far behind.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck don't stop. please. please" he whines, pace faltering as he fucks into his hand, abs tensed and glistening with sweat. your moans overpower his own as you cum, sharp thrusts of your hips as you writhe from overstimulation.
he's breathless against the chair. chest coated in his own release and thighs tensed as he gasps for air. and he doesn't think he's ever cum so hard in his life.
embarassed, and incredibly hard, his hands fumble with the buttons on his screen. your moans fading, cunt disappearing and replaced by the sudden quiet of his room.
adrenaline drains out of him all at once, leaving him staring at the ceiling in the mess of his own release.
holy shit.
the soft buzz of his phone pulls him out of his daze, eyes flicking to the screen as he stares at the device with shaky hands.
4 new notifications
his brows knit together in confusion, hesitating before he clicks the icon on the screen.
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you: [1 img sent]
you: hope you enjoyed the show <3
you: my fans told me you were watching, but you left so soon i didn't get the chance to show you the mess i made :(
you: next time make sure you actually end your stream, you freak
a/n: soft launching this concept for some bigger project i may or may not do... so if you like it you better show it jkjk... kinda. anyway, likes, comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! MWAH! 💋
@lonelyfooryouonly i know you're sleeping baby but here's a gift for when you wake up <3 tehehehe
so um, freakbsf!izuku teaching inexpierenced!reader how to play with herself, yea thas it.
Just a fiddle
Midoriya Izuku x Fem!Reader
Warning: SMUT, NSFW, masturbation
"Are you sure about this?" Izuku had asked you, looking you dead in the eyes with the utmost certainty., It was odd really. Your best friend for the past five years was someone you trusted with your life. You talked to Izuku about almost everything. you talked to him about your love life, or more about the fact that you wished you had one, and you talked to him about many other things.
It was one such of these conversations that you had asked him about masturbation. In the locker rooms at your internship before becoming official proheroes, some of the women were talking about it, one of them being Mina of course who was never shy about her sexuality but it had you thinking.
You had never touched yourself, mostly because you didn't know how.
Of course you had felt arousal before, or what you thought was arousal. It was an almost suffocating feeling that climbed up your neck that was like a pressure deep between your legs that often ebbed itself away with time. You knew some people turned to sex or to sorting it themselves, but it was the latter that had you confused.
Which is why you turned to your go to person.
Your one and only.
Izuku.
Said man sat on the floor of your new apartment. The both of you were neighbours now in your first year out of U.A and you couldn't have it any other way. Being neighbours with your best friend had a lot of benefits, from never truly feeling alone, borrowing ingredients or swapping food without hassle, and someone often always being there when you needed them.
But this was one thing Izuku did not expect to come from you.
You knew that your green haired best friend had experience when it came to the sexual department. It was something you understood as a new outlet for him. He had some unhealthy ones in middle shcool due to the bullying and the self-hatred and then after the war in first year and all the trauma from actually achieving your dreams as heroes, all you teens turned to the more common ones. Drinking, drugs, smoking and sex.
Midoriya Izuku had never seem like the type to you to have casual sex but from what you picked up from the few things that he told you, it seemed he was an expert.
I mean compared to you, anyone could be an expert.
"I just..." Izuku sighed as he sat at the edge of your bed. He looked down to the floor before looking back at you. "I just dont want you to regret this, okay. There's nothing wrong with not knowing. I mean it isn't exactly the healthiest release forms but it is a good way to get to know yourself and can be very liberating if not done in excess. I'm just trying to say that I don't want you to feel as though you have to erase your identity because you feel left out in a conversation or anything-"
A finger came up to his lips to stop his rambling. He had a habit of doing that, but you knew he cared. It was the entire reason why he was nervous. Or at least that was the reason you were telling yourself, noticing his red ears and flushed neck.
You lowered your hand. "I'm sure. I thought about it and it's something I've been wanting to know without watching porn or something. Besides..." You swallowed down hard, suddenly feeling your own heart pick up in your chest. "I trust you."
Izuku stared at you before you noticed his eyebrows ease and so did his whole demeanor. He let out a breath as he brought a hand through his green curly locks. "Okay." he said softly. "Okay.." He nodded. He drew a deep breath before moving closer to you on the bed. "But you have to do exactly as I say, got it?" You nodded your head with wide eyes, willing to learn from him. "I'm no expert so you have to excuse me, okay."
"I-IZU-" You gasped as your head was thrown back against his shoulder. Izuku's chest was against your back, his large body encasing you as he seemed to embrace you from behind you. You couldn't see his face, as you were blinded by the immense amount of pleasure you had never known before.
A low chuckle rumbled against your back. Izuku had a smirk on his face that you couldn't see, a smirk that on his own face looked more innocent than it actually was. "Oh sweet girl, I haven't even taught you all that much and already your legs are shaking." His voice, despite dripping in sweetness was laced in the undertone of sin as he looked down between your spread legs.
His left hand was keeping your legs spread and wide open for him while his right cupped your own, learning the motions of your hand as he guided you in playing with your clit over your panties. You had made so much of a mess, Izuku was surprised that you could ever get this wet. In his head, he often forbid thinking about you in such a light... or at least before 6pm.
But here you were, with a wet spot covering the entire crotch section of your underwear as your thighs shook in ecstacy. You turned your head in the crook of his neck, moving back and fourth almost as if fighting with the pleasure you were feeilng.
Izuku shushed you softly as he kissed your forehead, not minding the taste of salt on his lips from your sweat. "It's okay baby, it's okay. Can you feel it? Your hole squeezing, begging for a cock?" He asked lowly against your ear.
You whimpered as you bit your lip. "A cock?"
Izuku hummed as he nodded his head. "A manhood sweetheart? Can't you feel mine? Pressing against your rear so much?"
So that's what that was? You could feel it but you thought that was just his phone or wallet. But you had noticed something moving and twitching behind you, warm and it made your body instinctively arch against him.
God, it must be bigger for you to feel it near the base of your back.
You let a moan from your lips. "It- It hurts." You whined.
"It hurts? Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart?" His voice sounded so worried about you, like he genuinely was grieved by your pain. "May I touch you with my hands? Can I?" You nodded your head, willing to do anything to let the punch of pain in the sea of pleasure disappear. Izuku smiled. "Thank you, baby girl. Now I need you not to stop circling your clit for me, okay. Don't stop." He instructed.
His fingers moved from over your hands, to your panties. Your cotton polka dot underwear were too innocent for the situation you were in and Izuku loved it. He moved his thick fingers to underneath the damp material, trying not to disrupt your rubbing as his fingers touched your wet lips.
He sucked in a breath. "Fuck." He whispered under his breath. If he wasn't already practising every bit of self-control already not to throw you face first into the sheets and fuck you silly, he would have snapped by now at least.
You were drenched.
His finger pushed past to find your wet hole that was pulsating underneath the damp cotton. It took a moment before he pushed his finger in.
You let out a cry as you arched your back, your eyes wide.,
Izuku let out a laugh, his strength keeping you pinned down. "Y/N? Why on earth would you hide such a tight little pussy from me? Fuck, do you know how tight this is? I can barely keep the tip of my finger in without you trying to push me out." He laughed.
"AH- AH- I'm-" You couldn't finish your words as your eyes rolled back. An involuntary action overtook your body as a groan left the deepest part of your body. Your hole squeezed his finger, rhythmically milking it as if it could give you what your insides begged for. Your own fingers couldn't stop as you pressed down hard against your clit.
You were shaking and in a state of bliss. Your head almost floating outside of your body.
With a gasp, you slumped down against Izuku, feeling exhaustion flood through you. Your body slack against your best friends. Your lips were wet with saliva as your eyes were half lidded. Your thighs twitched as Izuku tried to pull his finger out of your hole. You whimpered as you felt him leave your body.
Izuku hummed. "Baby, you did so well for your first time." He said as he moved to put the finger that he had inside of you to his lips. He sucked on it with a hum before smiling. "Your taste baby... oh I could get used to that." He moved to cup your jaw, his other hand grabbing your neck, all his fingers keeping your head up straight. "Oh my sweetheart." His lips brushed your skin. "How about you nap for a bit and then we can continue okay? You still haven't learnt internal pleasure and penetration, and we can't have that now can we?"
-Glitch1d
A/N: Best smut I've written in a while were I honest with myself.
