Izuku with the sleeper build that doesn't know why everyone is so obsessed over, especially reader. But once he gets a peek of reader and all their curves out of the baggy clothes they usually wear, he understands completely now.
After having some pto off to just rewind, the dreaded last day of your pto came and you not wanting to go to work tomorrow kinda ruins the whole day. Good thing Izuku is there to get your mind off of "going back to work jitters", and remind you that being a healthcare worker is just as an important job as being a hero! While he's on the front lines you're behind the scenes tending to the people he's saved, and without both of you people would be in trouble!
Izuku would be so attentive if you've had a busy day at work tho, he'll rub your feet and give you a whole body massage if you asked! Always asks about your day because he knows you tend to bottle things up and need to get things off your chest, or tell him the latest work drama!
He always drops you off, and picks you up after work, on time, he dosen't want you to wait a second for him!
He'll give you encouragement when you're just starting out in a new department and stressed out; not wanting to mess up. He'll give you tips on how to work under pressure and calm yourself down when he's not there.
Overall super supportive boyfriend that calls you his hero, and is your biggest fan at work! ^^
You try to chase after Deku after the dinner and apprehending the person with the rampaging quirk, but you completely lost him while he sprinted to who knows where. Lost in thought, you think to yourself about how you wanted to see Izuku one more time before the next class meet up. However many months that'll be with everyone's busy schedules. Suddenly you spot a green haired individual and brown haired women so close they almost looked to be embracing from your angel. It was Izuku and Ochako. Two of your best friends during your time at UA. You completely expected this... Izuku and Ochako were always together and super cute as a pair too, you couldn't deny. But there was this gnawing feeling you could never keep down all these years. This felt like your last chance to confess to Izuku, but you didn't want to get in the way of the most obvious and favorite couple in your whole class. Looking towards the ground at your feet, the stinging feeling of tears start to well up in your eyes. Looking up they both had their hands clapped together almost in handshake(??) faces blushing. You convinced yourself that that was completely non platonic and it looks like they just confessed to both their feelings for each other, and you completely missed your chance. Sniffling you quickly turn around and bolt from the spot, almost tripping and bumping into a few passerbys in your distress causing a little commotion. Izuku on the other hand noticed the commotion and barely saw you with tears in your eyes as you quickly scrambled away from the scene.
Izuku immediately parted ways with Ochako saying he saw you upset and wanted to catch up to you, and that he would catch up with her later as they both agreed.
You ran as far and fast as your legs could carry you, trying to escape the supposed couple's romantic atmosphere almost as if in denial of the whole situation. You stopped at a park filled with beautiful blossoming cherry blossoms; catching your breath, at least you got to see something good today. Staring at the soft cherry blossoms with tears still trickling down your face in the chill of the night felt almost surreal, despite the whole life shattering moment you had a few moments ago.
As you watch the slow sprinkle of cherry blossom petals float to the ground in the wind, you hear Izuku panting behind you calling your name, and your heart nearly stops. Slowly turning around it looks like he chased you all the way here with Ochako no longer in sight. You quickly wipe away your tears, but your red eyes clearly showing your distress, unknown to Izuku.Â
âOh hey Izuku did expect to see you here,â you say trying to be as cheerful as usual, Izuku, with concern in his eyes almost doesn't know what to say to you.
You two were best friends, and even though it wasn't completely known to your whole class, you were always the one to think positively throughout everything, and all the hardships your class went through especially during the war. The ones who really noticed how much you gave to others, and put up a front of being so positive and cheerful were Izuku, and Katsuki of all people. Katsuki especially had a barely noticeable soft spot for you that Izuku immediately figured out. Katsuki completely knew of your crush on Deku, but while he had a kindling of fondness for you, he never acted upon his feelings in concern for you. Letting you decide first if you wanted to pursue Izuku, before he first make a move himself. Izuku always thought you were so amazing, almost like All Might in how you have so much on your shoulders, being the light of Class A emotionally, and always checking up on your classmates' well being. But he was always afraid of the weight you had to carry just like All Might did, that one day you wouldn't be able to handle it and this was the moment you finally broke down.Â
âAre you okay?â Izuku said, âwhat's wrong?" He said in the softest voice you heard from him that only made you want to run and bawl in his arms even more, but you held yourself back.Â
Taking a deep breath trying not to be obvious of your increasing nerves, âIt's nothing Izuku what are you talking about,â you try to change the subject and fail miserably in the state that you were in.
âI was just talking to Uraraka and noticed you seemed upset so I caught up to youâŚ" he said, voice fading out.Â
âOh well shouldn't you be with her instead,â you blurted out, wanting to get away from the situation as a whole. Totally regretting saying that with a slight attitude you prayed he didn't notice.
âHuh?â he said, surprised. âI saw you were crying and wanted to check up on you," he said, voice steady, almost as if he said anything more and you'd bolt away never to be seen again.Â
At this point your brain was short circuiting. You needed to get away from this situation or else your heart might literally explode, from the embarrassment, sadness, and overflowing love you had for Izuku with nowhere to go but the cold hard ground rejected.Â
Trying to change the subject one more time you tell him you had somewhere to be this late at night and told him you'd see him later and not to worry about you, and you started to turn to take off.Â
Izuku knowing this would happen, knowing how you always try to run away in situations like this. Never wanting to discuss your own feelings despite always asking others to tell you theirs. That was just the type of person you were and he loved that about you, but wished he could be the one you leaned on when you needed to talk to someone. He grabbed your arm just enough to keep you from running. It was a firm grip, but at the same time treated as if you'd crumble away if he was any rougher. Yet again, how he treated you like fragile glass as if you'd break at the slightest touch was not helping at all at your attempt to escape the situation.Â
âWhat do you mean I should be with Uraraka instead? Why did you bring her up?â Izuku says, confused at the mention of her.Â
Izuku tightens his grip just slightly, but enough for you to want to pull away from all the feelings bottling up inside you. âPlease just let go Izuku,â you say softly, voice cracking at the verge of new tears forming.
âIâm not letting go of this hand. I wonât leave you alone while youâre crying right now,â he says firmly as if itâs a statement he swore his life on.
At this point you decided in your heart to give up on your one sided crush and let Izuku go. You turn around facing him fresh new tears streaming down your eyes as you said "You don't have to hide it Izuku, you and Ochako are finally be together, I saw the whole thing, I knew you two would be perfect together,â you say with a big smile on your face completely not matching the completely obvious tears of sadness in your eyes.Â
Izuku was speechless, trying to process what you had just said. Suddenly his face completely red, as you expected confirming the scene you just witnessed, the ache in your heart worsening.Â
âHuh?!?!â he said, genuinely confused by your words, like you were saying something completely crazy.
Seeing that reaction come out of him made you question it slightly, but ultimately thinking it was your mind playing tricks on you with a false sense of hope.Â
"Oh are you trying to keep it a secret like Kaminari and Jirou??â You said. Great not only did you witness them confessing to each other, but you were supposed to keep it secret too??Â
âStop, stop, stop!â Izuku starts stammering in the middle of your thoughts.
Somethingâs not right, you feel in your heart, but too scared to think otherwise, you stay silent.Â
"Why do you think we're dating?" Izuku says completely clueless about the whole situation.
"What? Weren't you guys hugging just now confessing to each other!? You say extremely quickly hoping he understood the first time, not wanting to repeat it. Good thing the man standing in front of you also speaks quickly when nervous, and totally understood every word you said, without you needing to repeat it.Â
âWhat?! We werenât hugging and especially didnât confess to each other!
"...Huh...?" you say completely dumbfounded tears stopping instantly.
Both of you are staring at each other completely red in the face for two completely different reasons.Â
Getting frustrated, at this point you start to feel betrayed that Izuku wouldn't just be honest with you as one of his best friends, and wouldn't tell you about something so important.
Izuku was starting to see you were spiraling and not listening or believing what he was saying. He needed to get you to calm down and pay attention to him. So he did the first thing that came to mind and that was pulling the arm in his hand closer to him to hug you.Â
That completely shut you up and completely questioned what was even happening now. Your brain went completely blank and thatâs what Izuku wanted. Cupping your head into his chest he started to speak.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Uraraka and I were just talking about wanting to catch up with each other more as friends! I don't know what you were assuming when you saw us, but we definitely weren't hugging!"Â
You were completely speechless, they didn't hug?? But it looked like they were. Suddenly it hit you, wait why is Izuku hugging ME right now?!?! Now your face starts to turn even more red for an entirely different reason. Izuku grew so much taller after all these years, but his arms were still so strong and comforting you couldn't help but be silent subconsciously nuzzling further into his arms.Â
Izuku, having shouted all that, suddenly went ridgid by what he just did. Pulling you into a hug without your consent was frying his head but he had no other choice?? Squeezing you tighter, noticing how soft and faintly sweet you smelled in his arms.
A long silence started to draw on, both of you secretly not wanting this moment to end despite both of you thinking how much you were inconveniencing the other. You two were so alike.
Quietly you speak up, "I thought you two just confessed to each other," you say muffled in Izuku's chest. Izuku finally understood what you think you saw and your assumptions, and started to clarify the situation.
"You've got it completely wrong, we were just talking about not being able to hang out as often since everyone is so busy, but we agreed to start keeping in touch more, as friendsâŚâ he spoke thinking how from an outsider's perspective it made sense you misunderstood the situation.Â
In your mind you started to wonder if this was just Izuku's opinion on the whole conversation with Ochako, and did she really feel the same way?? Or was Izuku the only one completely oblivious to the confession he just participated in??? "Are you sure?â You asked, "That does not sound platonic to me," you spoke so softly, scared as if making him realize the truth of the situation to him would make him end your hug and completely leave you to chase after Ochako.Â
Izuku started to realize that there was no convincing you of the situation you imagined in your mind, so he started to say something he thought he'd never get the confidence to say to you in all these years.
"Honestly, nothing happened between us, it was a misunderstanding, the only person I'd ever want to be with is you," he says in the most softest and sincere voice you've ever heard from him.Â
Finally hearing those words directly from his mouth while hugging you squeezing you even tighter as he said that made you freeze, eye widening.
Slowly looking up to him after staining his shirt with your tears, he didn't seem to mind though, you finally see eye to eye. Both of you, teary eyed at this point, Izuku confessing to you made him tear up as well. "Are you serious?" you say in disbelief.
He nods âOf course, I've always loved you, but was too afraid to say anything,â he said nervously.
âBut what about Ochako??â you say.
âHuh I totally just see her as just a friend,â Izuku said bluntly.
âNo way! Can't you see she likes you too!!â you say almost annoyed that Izuku was dense enough to not realize one of your best friendâs obvious crush on him.Â
âI had no idea,â he said genuinely clueless, âbut if she were to confess to me I wouldn't be able to reciprocate, because I love you.â
There it was again, hearing it once again slowly cemented in your mind that your feelings all these years were mutual and you had no idea.
"I love you too Izuku,â you quickly say, almost cutting him off, âI've always have. I love how hard working you are, your dedication in everything you do, always willing to help others, and everything else about you.â You ramble on looking into his eyes. âYouâre so special to me I don't even know what to do with myself sometimes,â you say looking down away from his burning gaze. Suddenly Izuku remembers the conversation with Kacchan he had in the car, and what he was saying about people being special to him. He finally understood the meaning of being special to someone with those exact words you echoed back to him.
More tears formed in Izuku's eyes, âI love everything about you too! Youâre so sweet, always there for others emotionally, and trying to make everyone happy, even in the most horrible situations weâve been in.â
As soon as you both finish pouring your hearts out to each other you both still, breathless from both of you rambling on how much you loved the other, staring into tear stained eyes as Izuku gently wipes away any stray tears, holding your face with both hands. Izuku quickly glances at your lips. Youâd almost miss it if you blinked, your face getting redder realizing what was happening. You both lean in closer and close your eyes as you two share a quick but sweet kiss before pulling away, and looking into each other's eyes with red faces as you both chuckle at the whole ordeal.
This was the moment I confessed to the greatest hero, and fell in love with him all over again. And from then on, our relationship was just starting its next chapter!
ââ´ď¸Ë･â you run out of birth control and izuku doesn't seem to be very bothered!
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you and izuku have relatively unprotected sex often, what makes this time so different?â･Ëâ´ď¸â
6.1k wc
٠࣪â cw: 18+, established relationship, smut, fem!reader, softdom!izuku + D/s dynamics, kinda bratty!reader, piv, breeding kink, creampie (well yes!), subspace, drop of manhandling, emotionally charged smut, reader feigns reluctance but it's foreplay so i'll say dubcon but not really, mention of various forms of birth control, reader is discussed not being on birth control, you and izuku are equally down bad + have high libidos, silly!, self insert lowkey but no physical descriptions of reader (except izuku is bigger than you) and no use of y/n!!
٠࣪â author's note: this idea rattled around in my head forever before i finally wrote it. it's not perfect but it was taking up space in my brain so here it is. sorry to spoil it guys, we do not get pregnant in this.
"babe, i'm out."
you stand in front of the sink, frowning down at the empty pill blister pack in your hands. how can you be out?
izuku's voice calls from the other room. "isn't your appointment in a few days?"
"yes," you answer, turning the pack over and scanning the days one more time. every row is empty. you have an appointment to get a new type of birth control early next week, and you were supposed to have your last pill line up, leaving you with no days where you aren't protected.
it cannot be overstated how problematic it would be to have any gaps in your birth control. you and izuku aren't exactly known for your chastity.
"i don'tâ"
"did you miscount?" his head pops around the door. he scans the empty packet in your hands and gives you a sympathetic look.
"i guess... maybe i looked at the wrong date on the calendar... fuck, that's so annoying!" you make a face and flick the empty pack into the trash.
he swallows. when you peer up at him, you find that he's avoiding your eyes, hands clasped in front of him like he's trying to keep them from fidgeting. "i mean..."
"what?"
"it's not the worst thing," he murmurs. he does glance up at you now, narrowing his eyes slightly like he's trying to stop himself from smiling. "i-i mean, it could be worse, right?"
"izuku."
"i'm not... i'm just saying! your appointment could be in a couple weeks, or next month, right?" he takes a step into the bathroom and unclasps his hands, wiggling his fingers unconsciously like he wants to reach for you. instead he drops his arms.
"izuku." your tone is chiding, but it doesn't carry much weight. you raise an eyebrow at him and press your lips into a thin line to stop the smirk that's itching to form.
he takes another step forward. he really needs to wipe that look off his face; it makes him look like a kid in a grocery store about to beg his mom for a treat he knows he shouldn't have. makes him look greedy.
"yes my love?" he's starting to crowd your space a little bit, big wide eyes shining with something like hunger. one of his hands twitches, and he finally gives in and slides it on your hip, squeezing just a little.
your shorts are thin. why are your shorts so thin, are they always this thin? his touch tickles and you shiver.
you can't look at him, can't make eye contact because you know exactly what will happen (it involves a lot less clothes... which is what always happens when he looks at you like this) and you can't risk it â so you say just that.
he huffs a little breath through his nose, almost in amusement, and rubs a circle into the junction between hip and waist with his thumb. it's a nice soothing pressure.
"alright, baby."
there's no commentary â suspiciously no commentary. he plants a kiss on the top of your head, gives your hip another squeeze; when you finally sneak a glance up at him he gives you a sweetheart smile, the one that softens his whole face. he couldn't fake that smile if he tried; it's not withholding, just earnest. "whatever you want, okay?"
you nod and give him a kiss, rubbing at his chest. he smells good, post-work out and pre-shower, all sweaty and musky, and his lips are so soft, you find yourself hanging on to the soft and pliant fabric of his t-shirt. he's so warm too. his other hand finds your waist and he pulls you forward, deepening the kiss with a little sigh into your mouth, and you can't help but lean into him. when your nails scratch against his skin through his shirt (just a little!), he inhales sharp and through his nose, chest rising beneath your fingers. then he groans into your mouth, sliding his hand slightly higher up your torso until it rests right against your abdomen.
god, you feel hot. is it hot in here? it's like heat is radiating off of izuku in waves, warming your cheeks and making your heart beat faster. kissing him feels so good, makes you feel all gooey and needy andâ
shit. nope!
nope nope nope.
releasing his shirt, you flatten your palm and push, breaking the kiss. "you're playing dirty," you mutter with a scowl. he just smiles and kisses you again, no funny business this time.
"you're the one who kissed me first, baby."
"ugh!" you slap his chest and step around him to get to the hallway. "i have to get dressed or i'm gonna be late for work!"
what you miss are his eyes glueing themselves to your hips the second you pass by. he cranes his neck to watch you walk away, leaning against the doorframe to track your form until it slips into the bedroom and out of sight.
shit.
it could be said that izuku is a man with incredible self control. he's been through hell and back, and he stayed true and genuine the entire time; he only had a year to prepare himself for one for all, and he did it; he follows his self-made schedule more rigorously than anyone you've ever seen; one time he explained to you how he organizes his hero notes, and it was so thorough and so detailed, you knew you could never commit to such a system, but izuku does; he's disciplined like that.
it could also be said that izuku is a man with very, very little self control. especially when it comes to you.
he finds himself on edge for the rest of the day.
your little messages don't help. they aren't even anything crazy, which makes it worse.
around lunchtime, you text:
thinkin abt u baby!
he sets his chopsticks down and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing them like it will somehow release the tension he's felt churning in his gut ever since he saw that empty pill packet in your hands.
he doesn't think he's gonna make it until your appointment. the only thing he's thought about all day is how pretty you always look when he's got a hand pressed to your abdomen, hips flush with yours as the the tip of his cock stays nestled right up to your cervix and keeps you plugged nice and full; how pretty you sound when you beg for it: please, izuku, iânghâi need it...
damn it! he has to cut off this line of thinking before he spirals. adjusting his pants to account for the semi he's sporting (seriously?), he flips his phone over and picks up his chopsticks.
then he sighs. he sets them down again, picks up the phone, and sends a response:
i've been missing you all day
his thumbs hover over the keyboard before he types:
seriously, all day
then he really turns the phone around, switching it to silent for good measure. unfortunately, this measure is useless, since it doesn't stop him from checking it every five minutes. he's never taken so long to eat a meal in his life, but he keeps getting distracted: setting his chopsticks down and sighing, staring morosely at the food in his bento.
he'd feel better if he knew what you were doing, how you were feeling, what your day has been like. he misses you.
you miss him too. you can't remember the last time a day at work felt so long. all morning, time has dragged on and on, but the clock never seems to change all that much. it doesn't help that you're glancing at it every few minutes, and it certainly doesn't help that you decid to wait until lunch to text izuku. hasn't it been 10 for like an hour already? surely more time than that has passed, right?
he's been taking up space in your mind ever since this morning. that heat you felt emanating from him never left, lingering in the pads of your fingers where they touched his chest and traveling through your bloodstream, veins and arteries carrying it to everywhere else; he may as well have transferred it to you. now he swims in your consciousness, floating through your thoughts as though you're dreaming. it's impossible to focus.
impossible to focus on work, that is. it seems since you saw that empty birth control packet in your hands, there's been only one thing on your mind.
izuku always fucks you properly. you're never left needy or wanting. he takes good care of you, and right now, it's all you can think about. you want him to bully that fat cock inside without any barriers between you, wanna feel him with no limits... just you and him, raw. you and him, as close as you can possibly be... he always makes you feel so good, always keeps you so full andâ
ooooookay!
that's enough of that. there's still another hour until lunch time, and if you're getting this distracted already you're never gonna make it.
when it comes to each other, you and izuku are both experts in the art of communicating through what goes unsaid. throughout the day, you send little texts back and forth, and there's nothing overtly sexual in any most of them, but by the time you're catching your train home your panties are drenched and itâs all his fault.
he knew exactly what he was doing when he sent you that post-workout selfie in the late afternoon... the one he conveniently "forgot" to send this morning⌠yeah, right. more like he saved it to use against you later. it was only fair when you retaliated with a picture hastily taken in the bathroom of your work, shirt tugged down enough that your bra peaked generously over your top's neckline... if he's gonna fight dirty, then so are you!
when you get home, right away, he's hovering; taking your coat, offering you a drink (of your choice!). after you change he's guiding you to the couch and pressing you gently on to it. he slips a pair of socks on to your feet and rubs your shins, pausing before glancing up at you. "you were on my mind all day today."
what a deliberately nonchalant tone he's adopted! it seems he's deciding to play it cool, something he's never been very good at. you run a hand through his hair and then rest it on the side of his face â he immediately leans in to your touch, eyes fluttering closed when your nails scratch at his scalp.
he's so easy.
"yeah?"
"yeah! i, uh, i was thinking about what we talked about this morning..."
your lips twitch into a smile. he's so easy you can't resist messing with him a little. "which thing?"
"oh, the... um, the birth control thing... and i was thinking..."
"oh! that reminds meâ" you spring up from your seated position and he starts, falling back until he lands ass first on the floor. he stays there, defeated, as you scurry to your bag and pull out a small box.
he eyes it carefully. "what have you got there?"
"condoms," you explain, pressing the cardboard between your fingers and sliding a foil from the package. it crinkles between your fingers, shiny surface catching the lamplight. "y'know... in case... well, i mean, i figure we'll need them."
now how to respond? does he press the issue now or later? he can tell, with the way your lips tremble â you're bluffing. have to be.
how cute! did you go all the way to the store to buy â what is that, a 3-pack? â it is! a box of three condoms that he's unsure would fit anyway, all to pretend like later you aren't going cum on his very much unwrapped cock. as if three condoms would be enough to last the four days between now and your appointment anyway. they must have been the cheapest option. he loves it when you commit to a bit.
sure, the two of you used condoms plenty of times back when you first started sleeping together. it's just that the first time you had sex without a condom... game changing, and you've never looked back.
"that's very... thoughtful. wow, thank you baby! nice work, thinking ahead like that."
you purse your lips. "...yeah, you're welcome."
you had gone to the store, a 7/11 that was about five minutes away. it had been an afterthought on your walk home from work. you really thought he would protest more when he saw them, or even laughâmaybe you're misreading things? is he being annoying on purpose or just being sweet and now you're the crazy one playing mental games?
except you know how izuku feels about raw sex (with you, specifically). and you know that on the inside he has to be nearing his limit. you saw the look on his face this morning, you know what he's thinking about. it's like he just expects you to roll over, to give up and ask him for it. where's the effort? you'd love to see him beg a little.
you saunter back into the living room and haphazardly toss the condom on to the table, then turn towards the kitchen.
"i'm gonna get started on dinner. if you don't have work to finish you can get rice going."
izuku nods and mutters something that's supposed to sound like acknowledgment, but sounds more like a grunt instead.
as you walk away, he stares at your ass from his spot on the floor. he can't help himself. all that purported self control, erased the second you enter his field of vision.
he loves you, more than life itself; loves your mind and your sense of humor, loves the way you talk to yourself when you think no one's looking and the sound of your voice. when you direct that pretty voice in his direction it makes him feel like a truly lucky man, not everyone is so blessed! with all the things you could say and all the people you could say them to, you choose to spend your time talking to him â and gosh, does he love you for it.
but... honestly? he didn't hear a thing you just said. were you even talking just now? he's pretty sure he saw your lips moving...
it's like he's in a trance; all he can hear is blood rushing in his ears and the sound of his heart trying to claw it's way out of his chest and lay down at your feet. step on it, who cares? he'd die for you. do whatever you want. the way you look right now, he's pretty convinced you're some kind of deity, and he just wants the chance to worship at your altar.
"waitâ" he gets up and stumbles after you, fingers itching to touch. in the kitchen, he finds you washing your hands at the sink, back turned. he wastes no time, sidling up behind you and grabbing your hips, leaning in to press his nose to the back of your neck and taking a deep breath.
"baby." now he's turning you around slowly, laughing when you glare at him.
"i'm a little busy, don't know if you noticedâ"
he reaches behind you and turns off the sink, using his hips to press you against the counter.
that same smoldering heat erupts at the point your hips make contact and your mouth actually falls open at the sensation. every touch with izuku always seems to be laced with electricity, and now it's arcing between your bodies, building and expanding â when they say sparks flying, this is what they're talking about.
between his two large hands, he holds your cheeks with great care. his thumb brushes over your lips, catching on the bottom one and dragging it down until it bounces back into place.
whenever he captures one hundred percent of your attention, he isn't playing fair. he has this incredible ability to turn a mundane moment into an unforgettable one, and he wields it in moments just like this. maybe it's the attention he gives you and it's undivided nature, maybe it's the way he touches you like he never wants you to forget the way it feels, but one moment you're washing your hands and the next you're tunnel visioned and starry eyed, forgetting where you are or what you're doing as he stares at you like you invented the sun. yeah, it makes your heart melt and your brain short circuit, how could it not?
works like a charm, every single time.
"m'sorry, baby," he murmurs. "i didn't get to kiss you hello."
"no"âyou gulpâ"you didn't."
he doesn't make either of you wait for it anymore. his lips press against yours, firm and soft and familiar. when they part open you follow suit, an open invitation which he's happy to take. he groans, so satisfied at the way you taste he has to vocalize it. how could he not, when he's been craving about that flavor all day?
now you're tugging on his hair and panting into his mouth and grinding against his thigh that he doesn't even remember slipping between your legs, he just did it without thinking because it felt like the right thing to do and here you are rubbing all over it and he'll be damned because you're somehow wearing those tiny little shorts again. so thin. why do they even make shorts that thin? when did you have time to change and how come he didn't notice? are you trying to kill him?
he pulls away and one hand tugs at your waistband impatiently. "come on," he complains. "these don't even count as clothes. you're fighting so much dirtier than i am!"
"they're pajamas," you emphasize, like that exonerates you. "and you're the one who sent a gym picture when you weren't even at the gymâ"
"âbecause you sent me that text about ovulatingâ"
"âthat'sânotâthat's unrelated!"
"nuh-uh!"
he abruptly tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal, and marches back into the living room, dropping you somewhat unceremoniously on the couch before climbing over you. his thigh finds it's way back between your legs.
"izuku!" you gasp. every time he manhandles you like that, it leaves you a little breathless. it's a jarring reminder that he can do whatever he wants with you.
"you... yourâthisâthis little back and forth has been so cute," he says. this psychological foreplay has been fun but if he doesn't get a visual on your pussy in the next five minutes he's worried he might explode. "and, gosh, you're so cute, cutest in the world, but honey"âthe look he gives you is exasperated, like he knows he signed up for this but he's still regretting it a little bitâ"i'm sorry, i can't do it anymore."
both of his hands rest on your hips, fingers curled around the elastic of your shorts. "these can come off or stay on, it doesn't matter to me."
does this mean you win? you technically held out the longest, not that you'd really call it holding out... self control when it comes to izuku is not an area you excel in. something you both have in common.
it doesn't matter. you've both won, now it's time for your reward.
"take them off," you say, voice cracking at the end. it's not something you have to ask for twice.
he yanks the shorts down your legs, shaking his head the whole time. then it's time for your underwear, and he's gentler, but equally as impatient.
need is finally starting to catch up to you, and you feel almost drunk with izuku looming over you like this. he feels too far away. you want him to stretch you out on his cock so badly it feels like you're going to pass out, but he slides two fingers between your folds instead.
"gosh, you're so... already this wet? thinkin' about it all day, huh?" he slips one finger inside and you moan.
"don't... you don't... just, i wanna feel you right now," you urge.
he slips in another finger, curling and pumping them in the way he knows you like. his movements are intentional, calculated and efficient. they're not dragged out, he can't handle that right now. fingering you to make sure you're aroused enough to take him is really a formality in this moment â it's obvious with the way you're dripping down his hand and on to his wrist that you're ready to go.
"what do you wanna feel?" he presses, using his other hand to pull his shirt over his head and fumble with his belt. you don't waste any time, pulling the rest of your own clothes off.
he pulls his fingers out of you and jerks them down his length a few times, spreading the ample pre-cum that leaks from his tip to lubricate himself before lining himself up.
"i wanna feel"âyou shudder when his tip presses past your entranceâ"f-fuckâwanna feel your cock filling me up. just-just your cock, nothing"âhe bottoms out and you yelpâ"nothing else."
he shifts his weight until he's right on top of you, holding himself up with his knees. he lowers his lips to your ear.
"but what about protection?" he purrs.
you don't need it with izuku. there's nothing to protect you against. anything he has to give you is something you'll accept.
you gasp. "i don't... want it!"
"i don't know, sounds pretty risky..." he taunts, torturing you with a slow roll of his hips. it doesn't matter if he was the one to give in first, izuku always makes you beg for it eventually.
clenching around him, you whine "come on...!", locking your legs around his hips. one of your hands finds his shoulders and clings to them.
fine. enough of this. if he gave in so can you.
"izuku," you say thickly. "i want you to cum inside. please, i'm-i'm asking you to."
"but what if something happens?"
"let it," you beg, legs squeezing tighter. you can't take much more of this, need him to move like your life depends on it. "cum inside, and whatever happens, happens, i don't caâno, i want it, alright? c'mon, please."
he grins, wickedly. let's out a little breath and starts to thrust into you. "want me to make you mine, forever?"
he strikes a deep, slow pace, like he wants you to really feel it. like he wants each rut of his hips to steal the breath from your lungs.
so far, it's working.
"oh-oh... my god... i feel you so deep." each time he presses into you, it sends a numbing sensation rolling down your entire body, washing over you in a muted wave. there's something intoxicating about the combination of the momentary ache you feel each time his tip kisses your cervix and the mind numbing pleasure it precipitates. it's like an unspoken reminder that there's nothing between the two of you right now.
his hand slides against your lower abdomen and presses. the gesture makes you gasp, has your eyes fluttering at the added pressure and how it makes you feel that much more full. his green eyes are completely wild; he looks unhinged. every signal he sends radiates his claim.
he presses a little harder, then pulls all the way out for a moment. the feeling of emptiness lingers for long enough that it settles in your chest like anxiety.
"izuku!"
you want to scream at him for teasing you right now, your aching need starting to override your rationality. you whine, and he coos, "you want it?"
"yes!"
still, it just makes it all the sweeter when he slowly sinks back inside. his hand is so big and warm where it rests right against your womb â it heightens your arousal to the point that his sliding in just an inch has your back arching completely, your hips involuntarily trying to shimmy down further on his length. he sinks to the base and holds it for just a second, stretching you all the way and relishing in the extended moan that's tugged from your throat.
his thumb rubs a leisurely path over your skin. "you feel me... here?" and he presses again.
"yes, feel you in my stomach," you pant. he's rutting in to you with a steady, breaking pace, like a man on a mission.
"gonna put a baby here," he whispers, like a secret meant for your ears only. "gonna claim my pretty girl"âyou clench around him and he gaspsâ"s-shit, you like that? like it when i talk about breeding you so everybody knows who you belong to?"
every single word that passes his lips sends you further into what feels like hysteria.
"wan' you to fill me up, please... you know i'm all yours izuku, you know."
you're not even really thinking straight at this point. your cunt feels like molten lava, burning you up from the inside out, and izuku keeps turning up the heat. he relishes in the way you clamp down on his dick, pussy walls constricting so intensely he actually grits his teeth.
you want it so bad. wanting might not be strong enough of a word... you crave it. you yearn for it. you need it.
"look at you." he's certainly looking at you now, with an intensity behind his gaze that hasn't diminished. it only seems to get stronger when he grinds into you nice and slow.
the heaviness of it all makes you keen. you keep mumbling "baby, please" and "you know" over and over, too fucked out to muster up full sentences. izuku acts as your own weighted blanket, draped over you and numbing out all of your senses. he kisses you with an open mouth and swallows the sound of your whimpering. he thinks it's a nice flavor on you.
"gosh, you sound so pretty when you beg," he breathes against your lips. "go on baby, beg some more. what do you want?"
are you going to pass out? no, maybe not... it's just that the edges of your vision have started to blur. the blinding pleasure is almost starting to err on the side of pain, nerves set so alight that your brain can't keep up. still, his dick is so deep that you can't possibly think of anything else with much conviction.
he hits each thrust with precision and purpose, molding your pussy to take him and him alone. if his weight wasn't on you so heavily, you'd be pushed up with every rut of his hips.
"youâi needâyour cum, oh my god"âthis might be it for you, each word cut off by the sound of skin clapping against skinâ"fill me up all the way"âimploringlyâ"f-fuck, baby, make sure it sticks."
you have the thought that you might really be ruined for anyone else, not that it matters. it doesn't feel possible that anyone else could ever make you feel this good... more than just good, izuku makes you feel like the only person that's ever existed, like the most desirable and beautiful thing he's ever seen. each time he grinds his hips against yours, he's reminding you:
i choose you. i want you. i own you. you're mine you're mine you're mine.
"it will," he grunts, "it has to, the way you're sucking me in." lowering his face to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, he sucks a mark into the delicate skin. you have this feeling of being completely anchored, held down and fucked full of love. "whâhahâwhatever it takes."
it's full skin to skin. sweat pools between your bodies and it just adds to the intensity of it all. you feel him deep inside, you feel him on top of you, you feel him everywhere.
this feeling is why they call it making love. in this moment, that's exactly what you're doing: each of pouring all of your trust and devotion and commitment into the other, giving into that primal instinct that seeks out this sacred shared intimacy.
tears prick at your lash line and your next gasp is a little strangled on the way out.
"izuku."
something in your tone has him lifting his head so he can look in your eyes. some of his curls are sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the rest tickle the side of your face as he peers down at you.
the tears don't make him stop, but he does lace one of his hands with yours, squeezing lightly to reassure you. it's just what you need.
"honey, are you still with me?"
honey. baby. sweet girl. his tenderness is always so appreciated, but now it has you reeling with emotion. everything feels so intimate and you feel so vulnerable and fragile and taken and claimed that it sends a few tears spilling over and onto your cheeks. your eyes canât focus on anything, so you close them.
that's izuku for you: fucking you dirty on his cock, all the while holding your hand and calling you honey.
"hey, sweet girl. will you give me a signal?" izuku's voice pulls you back to yourself, back to him. you canât see it but he looks at you in earnest now, taking even more careful notice of your reactions and expressions.
you realize you need to say something or else he might stop and that's the last thing in the world you want right now. with tremendous effort, you open your eyes again and force yourself to make eye contact.
âyes,â you gasp. âiâm here.â
izuku beams. he kisses your nose, then kisses the tears on your cheeks. âthere she is.â
sometimes, like right now, izuku loves you so much it frightens you a little. it's a strange feeling when you've spent years building walls to protect yourself and someone meticulously disassembles them. he didn't break them down, he showed you why you didn't need them anymore. now, here he stands, worn but satisfied in front of your tender and defenseless heart.
with every kiss, he promises to take good care of it. every touch says: i can protect you better than those walls ever could. i see who you are, i know what you need.
to be loved is to be seen, and he makes you believe it. there's no one else who could have you like this. you both know it, both feel the gravity of it. what a privilege, to be needed like this. what a privilege to give yourself.
"i love you," he whispers. it's uttered like a secret, but one you already know.
more tears run over. âi love you so much,â you blubber, gasping when he grips your hand tight in his and moves them up until they rest beside your head. he whispers how much he loves you over and over, calling you his good girl, all while his cock threatens to tear you in two. âf-fuck, izuku, itâs too much, i canât.â
âyou can,â he murmurs, âyou can do it, youâre already doing so well for me.â the fingers that rest on your abdomen squeeze softly. he gets a shiny gleam in his eyes. you know that look, one that threatens an impending flood of emotion.
"right here"âhis pace is starting to turn erratic, thrusts lacking any semblance of consistency, meaning he's closeâ"gonna put a baby right here. our babyâ" he's choked by his own guttural groan when your cunt clamps down on him. both of your chests heave, breaths syncing until they're all shared. "tell me you want it," he begs you. the whiny tone in his voice is like a drug, taking you higher and higher and higher.
"i need it," you cry. "i need it. need your cum, need you to fill me up all the wayâiâpleaseâ"
you could snap at anytime, your body vibrating like a string pulled tight, but you're waiting, holding on so that you can finish together. you want to look right in his eyes as he gives you his seed, wanna see his face the moment he fulfills both of your wishes and unbreakably tie the strings holding you together. the way you're begging for.
"i've got you," he gasps, "take it all, baby, f-fuck"âhis eyes go wideâ"take everything, you can, you can."
his eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and he looks like he might be panicking but it's not panic, just a feeling of pleasure so intense he doesn't even know how to process it. he thrusts hard once, then twice, and you feel the way his cock throbs as he unloads deep inside you, as deep as he can possibly go.
being fucked full of izuku's cum is already one of the best feelings you can possibly imagine, and it doesn't come close to this, with the threat of your actions looming over your heads and sending a thrill through your gut. your orgasm slams into you like a bus as every muscle seizes at once and then slowly start to relax as waves of pleasure roil your blood, your pussy squeezing around him, milking him and sucking in every drop of cum he gives. it's so warm, flooding inside you and making you feel like you're floating.
you tremble and moan, unable to do much else because izuku's body is still flush with yours, his hand still pressing yours back into the cushions behind you. there's no space between your bodies and he's still barely close enough... but the way your eyes are locked on his fulfills the desire for connection that courses through you. it's too much, so much that you want to look away but you can't. your body won't let you, and you can see the same reality reflected in his glistening irises as a few tears slip from the corner of his eyes.
two hearts beating in one rhythm, two lungs sharing the same breaths, two eyes reflecting the same tears.
it's the longest time has ever stretched. in this moment lies infinity, as you swim through the cocktail of dopamine and oxytocin your brain is pumping through your system. you're trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rattling through the marrow of your bones.
izuku doesn't dare pull out, just drops his head to your neck and sucks in air in gasping breaths that feel hot against your skin; soon, you feel the gentle press of his lips there instead. you bring your free hand to the back of his neck, using his hair as an anchor to grab on to, rubbing featherlight circles into the base of his skull.
several minutes pass, just like this, in the quiet and sticky air that fills the intimate bubble you're floating in.
finally, finally, once your heartbeats have returned to a more normal rhythm and you've regained feeling in your extremities, he so gently lifts his head and kisses you nice and slow. his cock has gone soft but he still doesn't pull out, relishing in the closeness too much to break the moment. you smile into the kiss, and he laughs a little, pulls back and rests his forehead against yours.
"that was..."
"what the hell," you murmur, "insane." softly, your thumb traces his cheekbone.
when he rubs your noses together you giggle. "you should run out of birth control more often," he jokes, and you laugh, then you bite your lip and flit your eyes down.
"not to be a mood killer, butâ"
"i already made an appointment," he interrupts gently, giving you a warm smile, "for a morning after pill. that's what you were going to say, right?"
you narrow your eyes in slight suspicion. "yes...?" his smile turns a little guilty but he doesn't look very apologetic. "when did you have time for that?"
"i did it on my way home..." he confesses, and you gasp, then roll your eyes. of course he did. it's equally thoughtful and presumptuous, although izuku prides himself on making highly informed guesses based on his predictions which, admittedly, are right most of the time.
you decide that it's just thoughtful. still, you say, "i knew it! you're such an instigator!"
izuku just laughs. "i can't say that i'm sorry for it."
you can't help but laugh with him. "yeah. me neither." tugging the hair at the nape of his neck, you raise your chin to hint at your desire for a kiss, and just like always, he indulges you. over-indulges you, biting at your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth. your body reacts before your mind has time to catch up and you curl into him. the sensitive walls of your pussy flutter and you feel his cock twitch.
"tomorrow, huh..." you whisper. "we have such a limited window..."
he's growing harder by the second; the feeling makes you shiver.
"yeah," he agrees, "gonna make it count."
٠࣪â a/n: sorry if you love breeding kink and this sucks, it's not typically within my wheelhouse. ovulation window went crazy idk
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Bakudeku Comforting Their s/o When They Get Teased at School
Being in a relationship with these two boys means that whenever you're feeling down you get double the comfort, cuddles, and kisses!
You don't know what was going on today, but people in your group project were just getting on your nerves. They kept bossing you around and telling you to do things even though you were the one doing everything from the start! Just being told what to do without any appreciation, and if there was it was just sarcastic and wasn't something you wanted to deal with. Trying you best to hold in your emotions for the rest of the day, you left school while your group mates still joked around in class.
After you got back to your apartment you just collapsed onto your bed and being alone, tears started to fall. It was just really frustrating when others don't know when to draw a line. Once Deku and Bakugou came back from their hero duties they saw that you didn't come to greet them like you always do. Immediately they ran to find you curled up in a ball with puffy eyes. They tried to ask what was wrong, but if you didn't want to say they wouldn't push it. Instead Deku was they one that helped you get in the shower and into comfy clothes, while Bakugou started cooking you all your favorites for dinner. They cuddled you and if you told them who have been bothering you they ask if they should do anything about it. You, of course didn't want any conflict and they both loved you for your kindheartedness. Expect lots of hugs and cuddles to get your mind off today, and you guys fall asleep in a cuddle pile till the next morning. These two boys are your heroes, and they will always be by your side when you need a shoulder to cry on!
Alpha! Izuku with a crybaby omega!fem: S/O. Cute fluff please from Momma Eclipse
NAWWW! So cute, I would be absolutely happy to write this out for you sweetie! Thanks for requesting from me! Have a heckinâ amazing day and I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think!
- Momma Eclipse đąđąđą
đThepure boy is a bit of a cry baby himself, so he completely understandsyour feelings; completely.
đThebest way for him to deal with your tears is for him to hug you closeand bury his nose into the crook of your neck; it comforts you andyou end up sooking, grabbing onto his top; always refusing to let gofor the rest of the day.
đSinceyouâre so sensitive and prone to crying, he does tend to get a lilâover-protective of you.
đAroundyou itâs easy enough to tell heâs an alpha, his body emits ascent full of his protective nature.
đHewill often spoil you with little things he thinks youâll like justto see you smile more; he loves your smile.
Can I have reactions for Izuku walking in on his fem s/o having a wet dream about him? I'm sorry I'm such a sinner for Deku aka sinnamon roll
Um, yes? Of course you can and donât worry, cinnamon roll needs some sin! Have a heckinâ great day and I am SO sorry for the wait sweetie!
- Eclipse đŻđŻđŻ
đPoorpure boy, all he needed was his hero notebook, he had left it in yourroom the previous day and now he needed it, he wasnât expecting tosee what he walked in on though!
đThemoment his eyes land on you, they go wide inshock, his entire body going still; he couldnât even close the doorbehind him!
đSeeingyou with you laying there asleep in nothing but panties and a singletwas just too much for him, he was already getting hard! Especiallysince your top was riding up your stomach.
đAssoon as the cinnamon roll heard you moan out his hero name, heslammed the door shut, surprisingly though, you didnât wake and boywas he relieved!
đWalkingcloser, Izuku could see thewet patch on your panties already, it made him gulp nervously; youwere so wet and it was obviously because of him.
đAllhe wants to do is touch you! But he knows if he does, youâll wakeup.
đTakinga nervous breath, Izuku climbs onto your bed, his hand between yourlegs, lightly running over your panties and making you whimper hisname out in your sleep.
đIzukucanât believe his ears, such a delicate touch had you moaning hisname!
đEventuallyIzuku canât stop himself and ends up waking you to a very welcomingsight.
Head canon please on Izuku's female s/o sticking her hand down his pants during a study date when hes in the middle of explaining something to see if he can keep focus. Nsfw please.
I frigginâ love writing for our Green Boy Izuku!! Thank you for suggesting something both cute and sexy, my dear lil strawberry~ <3
-Mod Shortcake đ°đ°đ°
You needed with your history class since hero history just wasnât you strongest class. Memorizing all those dates and names could get a little overwhelming for you!
Luckily, your boyfriend was a walking encyclopedia when it came to anything pertaining heroes and their history.
But the more he rambled on and helped you organize some studying notes, the more you couldnât help but stare at him, thinking about how cute he was.
You wanted to touch him so badly⌠Then again, he is your boyfriend, so why not?
Your thoughtful look had Izuku fooled. He really thought you were picking this up and blushed innocently. âYouâre getting this, (F/N)? Great! Then Iâll tell you about the first natural disaster rescue mission that, unfortunately, failed. But the survivors were rescued on Janua-â
You leaned in closer, shoving your hands down Izukuâs pants.
â-RYY!â Izuku yelped, his face a beat red.
â(F-F/N)âŚ?â He looked at you, but was shocked to see you with such a professional poker face.
âWhen were the survivors rescued, Izuku? January what?â
âO-Oh! Uhh, Ja-January 10th⌠Luckily the snowstorm calmed down en-enough for a -â
You groped and caressed him firmly, making Izuku gasped again softly (he was struggling to stay quiet) and look down a bit. He was getting harder in your grasp, he could feel it.
â-f-f-for a te-team to a-a-arriveâŚâ
âMmm, okay!â You chimed, using your other hand to jot down notes while you skillfully maneuvered with his underwear to start stroking Izukuâs cock. âDonât lose focus, tutor~ I need you to keep helping study so I can pass this class.â
You smirked deviously at him. âI think Iâm finally picking things up now, Izuku~â
Izuku nodded quietly, pursing his lips tight with a very frustrated expression, trying his best to bite back the moans and whimpers as best he could, but little sounds were still heard through his flustered expression.
He was too scared to say anything; in fear that the only sound that would come out would be moans and begging for more.
Hi hi!! Can I please request Deku and an insecure chubby reader?? Just like how Deku will compliment them and help them gain more esteem. Maybe even some body worship nsfw if you're up for it ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
I have actually had to do this sort of thing before for one of my partners so yes, you most certainly can have this my lovely Little Rogue, also I kind of went with a fem!S/Oâ¤
~Lady Luciferđžđž
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đđđIzuku canât help but to pout as he stands silently in the door way to the bedroom, his eyes fixated on you as you stand in front of the mirror. He watched you as you chewed on your bottom lip feverishly, your hands lingering around your mid section as your fingers trailed over the faint scars that were there. They werenât really scars but that was what you referred to them as, they were stretch marks or as Izuku liked to call them your tiger stripes. He would often tell you that you had earned those stripes, reminding you that they werenât permanent and would disappear eventually. In all honesty Izuku loves the way you look, he loves every part of your body from your head right down to your toes! He doesnât care that your thighs touch, he loves the fact that he can grab your thighs and squeeze them without feeling bones beneath his fingers! The only thing that kills him though is the fact that youâre not happy with your body, the fact that youâre insecure about it.
That was what was happening in that very moment as you stood in front of the mirror, he could see the judgement in your eyes as you looked your own body over. He had been trying for months to get you to stop looking at yourself in the mirror like that; like you were nothing but filth! He had finally had enough! Yes he understood that years of torment and damage couldnât be undone in the mere span of a couple of months but his soft, gentle techniques didnât seem to be helping you in the slightest. He could see the tears building up in your eyes as your hands dropped down to your thighs slowly. That was it for him, seeing you hating your thighs was the last straw for him in that moment.
Your eyes widened as Izukuâs hand shot past your face, his fist connecting with the mirror in front of you. You squealed slightly as the sound of the glass shattering into pieces filled your ears and you stared at the mess your boyfriend had created. You turned your head slowly to look back at him, his eyes we cast in shadow as his arm trembled. You had never seen him this angry before, you had never actually seen Izuku get angry around you and that made this all the more terrifying.
âIâm sorry⌠(Name)⌠I didnât mean to startle you.â His voice was soft as he lowered his arm from the mirror and instead snaked his arms around your waist, his face becoming hidden by your shoulder as he pressed his forehead against it.
âAre you ok, Izu?â Your pet name for him was something he absolutely adored. Your voice had trembled as youâd spoken to him, your fingers moving to trace over his arm as they shook badly.
âI canât stand to see you so sad⌠you should love your body as I do, (Name)! Your body is a masterpiece!â Izuku was trying to keep the anger out of his voice and it was leaving room for the pain and heartache to fill his voice instead.
âIzuâŚâ
âDonât!â It was quick and sharp, enough to stop you from talking anymore than you already had. âIf you wonât love your body the way you should, than let me!â
There was silence between the two of you as you let his words sink in. You were a model, though you didnât understand how you had managed it; you were so grateful to have your dream job! Everyone loved you but that didnât stop the criticism of some who didnât approve of a model having meat on their bones. You had a hard day at work, though you hadnât said anything to Izuku you knew that he already knew about it. His best friend Ochaco had been with you when you had been approached by a rather rude and obnoxious person at lunch. Though you had brushed their comments off at the time the hurtfulness behind their words had struck you once you got home and awaited for Izukuâs return.
You blinked back your tears quickly and turned around in Izukuâs embrace, all you wanted in that moment was to be held by him. You lowered your head down to his slowly and nodded against the softness that was his beautiful hair. You gasped as you were lifted off of the ground and carried over to your king bed, it always left you breathless when ever Izuku just swept you off your feet like that! You blushed furiously as he lay you back on the bed and hovered over you, his eyes locking with yours as he tried to read you. You had always been pretty easy to read but to Izuku it seemed to just be second nature, he understood you without you even saying a word. Your bottom lip trembled slightly as you looked up into his eyes, your own swimming with tears as you tried to hold them back. You sniffled as Izuku leaned down and pressed his nose into the crook of your neck before running it up to your ear.
âI knowâŚâ Those were the only words you needed to hear as he moved his hands and unclasped your bra, pulling it off of your body and throwing it aside.
Izuku ran his hands up over your thighs, rubbing them slowly as his eyes flicked down to his own hands. He massaged your thighs as he made his way higher, his hands heading for your hips as he smiled slightly. Your thighs were so warm, your skin soft and delicate under his hands.
âYou are so perfect!â His voice was barely a whisper as he leaned down and started placing tender kisses over both of your thighs, his hands resting on your hips to hold you in place.
You eyes widened more as you looked down at him, his eyes were closed as he kissed his way over one thigh. You watched him as he peppered it in kisses, making his way from the outside of your thigh all the way around to the more sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You bit your lip as you watched him do the same to your other thigh before his head moved between both your thighs and he pushed your legs apart. You gasped as you felt his tongue run along your folds, the fabric of your panties making it feel oddly arousing. You chewed on your bottom lip as he mouthed over your panties, making his way higher before managing to suck your clit into his mouth with your panties. You gasped loudly and tangled your hand into his hair instantly, a soft whimper leaving your lips. You blushed darkly as he opened his eyes and looked up into your own. He sucked on your clit firmly, the fabric rubbing against it and making the sensation all the more better than normal. You moaned loudly as you bucked your hips off the bed, your voice turning to a whimper as you pulled on his hair firmly.
âIzuâŚâ There was a plea in your voice that he didnât miss and you knew he had heard it when his eyes lit up slightly.
Izuku pulled his head back slowly before hooking his thumb into your panties and tearing them off of you, letting the scraps of material flutter to the floor at the side of the bed. He watched as your face turned a violent shade of red, the tips of your ears tinged with it too. He smiled as he moved to reposition himself over you and kissed your lips tenderly, his tongue brushing over your abused bottom lip. He felt your body relax under his as he rubbed his hands up along your sides, an attempt to help smooth out any problems that were eating at you. Your kiss was slow and tender, yet passionate all at the same time. Your hands traveled down over his back, he could feel your nails through his top as you dug them into his shoulders slightly. Izuku chuckled as he pulled back away from you and stood at the end of the bed, pulling his top up and over his head.
You stared at Izuku as the muscles in his arms rippled, his top falling to the floor as he stood there watching you. Your eyes trailed down over his body, honestly you didnt find it hard to forget just how toned your boyfriend was. The clothes he wore were always baggy and they successfully hid those delicious abdominal muscles that definitely belonged to him! You blushed darkly as he cleared his throat, a glimmer of humour in his eyes as you lifted your own to meet his. Your eyes wavered from their place as he moved his hands to undo his pants, pushing them down off of his hips and letting them slide down to the ground. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth gently as your eyes lingered on the pitched tent in his boxers. You swallowed slowly as your heart raced in your chest, you wanted so badly to take his boxers off for him and to pleasure him.
âDonât⌠(Name), right now I want you to think only about yourself! I want you to let me love you the same way you should love yourselfâŚâ Izuku smiled as you blinked, your eyes lifting to his as you tilted your head slightly. He could see the confusion in your eyes but he wasnât concerned, heâd have you understanding soon just how much he loved you!
He kept his eyes on you as he pulled the last of his clothing off of his body, his hand encircled around his dick slowly and stroking it slightly as he stepped back towards you. He watched you as you moved to sit up, his hand coming down on your thigh stopping you from finishing your action. You lay back down on the bed, your eyes trained to his face as he leaned down and kissed over your stomach. Izuku made his way over your stomach slowly, making sure to kiss each of your stretch marks as he went; he loved every single one of them! It didnât matter how many times you both had sex, he would do the same thing each time with you and he would keep doing it until you realised that they didnât bother him!
You shuddered as he finished his normal routine before making his way up over your stomach to your boobs. You were used to him loving your body, making you feel absolute pleasure but something seemed different this time, there was subtlety to his movements and there was a delicacy to his touch that was not normal. You blinked as his face came into view, he was positioned over you with his arms resting beside your head and his nose mere inches away from your own. He had caged you in beneath him, he was straddling your hips with his thighs pressed firmly against your own and his feet resting atop your calves to keep your legs restrained. You blushed and breathed a sigh of content as he brushed his nose against yours gently and closed his eyes, this was his own way of letting you know that everything was ok!
Izuku smiled as he sat back and got off of your hips, grabbing your thighs and lifting them over the top of his own thighs. He heard the soft gasp leave your lips as the head of his dick pressed against your folds. He moved his hand down between your thighs and rubbed his fingers along your folds slowly. â(Name), you know that I love you! I will always love you!â He whispered as he brushed his thumb over your clit teasingly before pulling his hand away.
âYes⌠a-and I love you too, Izuku!â You blushed as you stuttered slightly, your eyes following his hand as he licked your juices his fingers had picked up from your folds just then off of his fingers and his eyes never left yours.
âGood!â Izuku lowered his hand back down to your thigh slowly and gripped it firmly, his eyes staying focused on yours as he smiled playfully.
You cried out as he moved his hips quickly, thrusting himself deep inside of your heat and causing a groan to leave his lips as he buried himself down to the base of his dick. You whimpered slightly as he pulled his hips back slowly, torturously slowly pulling his dick out from within you. Even though you knew what he was doing it didnât stop the loud cry of pleasure that burst from your lips when he snapped his hips back forwards quickly and slammed into you hard. You moaned loudly as he slammed into you roughly, his hands travelling all over your thighs as he kissed over your neck and shoulders. Your moans filled the room as he nipped over your boobs, his tongue darting out over the mounds of flesh as he made his way towards your nipple. You gasped as his tongue made contact with the erect and hardened nub, your nerves on fire as he swirled his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. It was hot, his mouth was hot as he seduced your nipple and used his tongue against the sensitive bud. You gasped lowly as he caught it between his teeth and pulled on it slightly, your back arching up off of the bed and pressing your chest into his face more.
Izuku relished at hearing your moans, he loved to hear you in pleasure and it was nice to know that he was able to give you that pleasure that you deserved. He rolled his tongue over your nipple slowly before lifting his head slightly; moving it to repeat his actions on your other nipple. He smiled as he teased and loved your nipple, his hands moving up from your thighs to slip in under your back. He moved one of his hands up to between your shoulder blades as he slammed into you roughly, your moans growing louder as he got rougher. He pulled his head back quickly as he moved about, sitting back on the bed and pulling you up into his lap. Your breath hitched as you slid all the way down onto him, your walls clamping down around his dick and making him groan low. He moved his hands down along your back slowly, rubbing your hips tenderly before moving his hands to your ass.
âI love this! I love the fact that I can hold you and feel you against me. I love the fact that I can grab your ass!â He murmured huskily as he skimmed kisses down along your neck, his hands massaging your ass as he spoke. âI love the fact that your boobs are enough for me to do this toâŚâ His voice broke off as he buried his head between your boobs and nuzzled his nose up against both of them, his tongue flicking out and licking over the sensitive flesh. âI love the fact that your thighs fit against mine so perfectly, the fact that your thighs touch together means nothing to anyone else but to me it means that there is meat there for me to grab! Having meat on your bones isnât a bad thing, (Name)! Youâre healthy, youâre fit and you work out every day! None of that matters to me though!â Izuku lifted his head and looked into your eyes, his own swimming with tears as he moved his hand to cup your cheek. âI am always going to love you no matter how you look, what you say or how far apart we may get from one another! Nothing is ever going to change that and I want you to remember that next time someone says youâre not good enough! Remember that I love you, even if they donât, just remember that my love for you will always be there! Say it to me, please?â His voice was soft as he rubbed your cheek, his lips brushing over your jaw slowly.
âIzuâŚâ Your voice hitched slightly as tears ran down your face. They werenât tears of sadness, no these were tears of pure happiness. You had needed those words, it was so unlike him to love your body verbally but hearing it like this as the two of you were now bared naked to each other; it meant the world to you! âI promise, I will always remember your love for me! I love you Izuku!â
Izuku smiled as he rolled his hips up firmly, grinding them against yours and making you moan as he grabbed your hips. âI love you, (Name) and never forget it! I love every bit of you! Your ass, your thighs and all your curves that come with you but most of all I love your heart!â
You moaned loudly as he moved your hips in time with yours, guiding you in the rhythm he was setting for the two of you. Your moans and his grunts filled the room as you sat with your head nestled into his shoulder, your nails buried into his shoulder blades. You nipped at his neck as you moved your hips rougher, breaking the rhythm and throwing Izuku off. You smiled as you moved and pinned him down on the bed, your thighs pressing tight against his own as you splayed your fingers out over his chest. Your eyes shone slightly as he watched you quizzically, you had never been one to try to even take charge in bed. You moved your hips firmly, picking up the rhythm he had given you before as his hands stayed on your hips. You moaned as your boobs bounced with your efforts, moving your hands off of his chest so you could cup your own boobs.
Izuku groaned softly as he watched you, his eyes trained on your fingers as they skimmed over your nipples; tweaking them back into hardened buds. He watched you as you rubbed and massaged your boobs firmly, your hips all the while keeping their rhythm and grinding down hard against his own. He groaned as he moved and slammed up into you firmly, matching your movements as he smirked slightly. Your moans filled the room again as he continued to slam up into you, his hands moving to your ass as he slapped it firmly.
You gasped as Izuku moved quickly, rolling the two of you and pinning you to the bed as he continued to slam into you without losing his rhythm. It never failed to surprise you when he could do that, just roll you both like it was no big deal to him. You moaned louder as he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked on it roughly, your hands going to his back; one of them tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck! Your scream filled the room as he slammed into you, hitting against that spot inside that he so often managed to find and send pleasure coursing through your body. You cried out as you rocked your hips up to meet his thrusts, your legs wrapped securely around his waist as your toes curled up. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back fully as you cried out in pleasure. The familiar feeling of heat building in your stomach had heat spreading over your skin as you pulled on his hair firmly.
Izuku groaned as he slammed into your roughly, his thrusts were becoming erratic and his breathing was slightly more laboured than it had been before. He smiled as he saw the look of pleasure and simple peace on your face as he continued to slam into you roughly. The whine that slipped past your lips was enough to let him know that you were nearing your climax, he smiled as he bit down on your nipple gently and slammed into you harder. He groaned as a knot of pressure started to build in the pit of his stomach. Your scream of his name as your orgasm rocked through you was perfect to his ears, your walls clamping down around his dick continuously as he slammed into you roughly. He groaned as he continued slamming into you, riding out your orgasm as he pressed his head against your shoulder and his hands rested on either side of your head. He growled out your name, shouting it into the room as he buried his dick inside of you, his seed spilling forth into you thickly.
You panted as you lay beneath him, your eyes lidded as you watched his back rise and fall with each breath he took. You smiled as you ran your hands over his back slowly, tears running from your eyes slightly. âThank you⌠Izuku!â
I DONâT THINK ANYBODY ASKED FOR THIS BUT HERE IT IS...ăž(･ężďšęż)ďžďž
85% SFW (except for swearing, obviously)! Alpha Bakugo x (Pregnant)(Omega) S/O!Â
⢠* Assuming all characters were 18+ and consenting when baby-making took place.Â
⢠* Contains a shit-storm of words that I decided was suitable to post on the internet.
⢠* Please do not judge me, I am under the influence of alcohol.Â
⢠* Christmas is great and all, but holy SHIT it drains my bank account and turns me into an alcoholic.Â
⢠* Really though, I am sorry if this is bad, if I so- I will delete it tomorrow when I am sober.Â
⢠* Otherwise, please enjoy, you sinners! âĄ(*â˛â˝`)ăŁ
Are we being for real right now??
Bakugou Katsuki is on the verge of being locked away in a prison cell, a mental asylum, or both.
He. Is. Losing. His. Shit.
He is already an aggressive asshole, and you bearing his child just makes him a hyper-aggressive mega-asshole on steroids.
Everyone is a threat.
Everyone.
Your mom?
A threat.
Your mailman?
A threat.
Those 8 year old girls in your neighborhood who accidentally kicked a ball into your yard?
All of them. Threats.
You might as well be carrying his heart inside you, and in a sense, you are.
Bakugou isnât a man of intricate words, but he understands this: He met the most perfect woman that God ever made, and she let him (the greatest asshole of all time) put his dick inside of her, resulting in a little tiny human being created, that is going to the best fucking human to ever live (besides you).
He is just responsible for protecting the two best things God ever made.
No worries.
He is Bakugou fucking Katsuki.
You say jump, he says fuck you, and then asks how high.
But heâs kind of upset that you found a way to be even more goddamn adorable.
Round with his child, and cursing like a sailor because you canât tie your shoes.
God you are perfect.
Truly his other half.
And actually, you were somewhat prepared for his sanity to into crumble to dust once you told him you were pregnant.
The house arrest you were essentially under was something you had planned for.
So you had activities laid out for yourself.
You learned to knit (with plastic needles, because- well, your husband), you made crafts (with child scissors, because- yep, your husband), and you did yoga (until around the 2nd trimester when suddenly you really couldnât do yoga- no husband intervention that time).
You also practiced cooking, which was bittersweet for your poor alpha.
One one hand, your cooking was the shit; but on the other hand, kitchens were way too dangerous for you to be around, much less be standing in.
âY/N! What are you doing?!â
âUm⌠making tacos?â
âWhy in the fuck are you holding a knife!?â
âHOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO CUT THE TOMATOES BAKUGO!?â
âI DONâT KNOW, JUST DROP THE FUCKING KNIFE!â
âARE YOU AFRAID IâM GOING Â TO STAB YOU WITH IT OR SOMETHING!?â
âGODDAMNIT WOMAN JUST GO KNIT AND I WILL MAKE TACOS!â
Long story short, the babyâs first words were not kindergarten appropriate.
And donât even get me started on the nests. Holy hell.
Your entire bedroom is just full of blankets and pillows and shiny things.
Just fucking overflowing with that shit.
You try to tell the man: âitâs okay honey, you can stop now, I canât see the floor, why are all of our spoons in here?â
And he is just totally infuriated that he has completely and involuntarily been taken over by his paternal alpha instincts.
He doesnât know why all the spoons are in the bedroom now, but they just are.
Just get your ass in this pillow fortress I have built you, and cuddle me.
However, Bakugou had never been happier than the day you told him he was going to be a father. Well, except for the day you agreed to be his omega.
At night after you had fallen asleep he would hold you in his arms, cradling you and resting a hand on the bump that was growing more and more everyday from your tummy.
âDaddyâs gonna protect you and Mommy. Forever. I promise.â
   xoxo,
     Mama-SmutsyÂ
 (After drinking a little too much vodka) SORRY (ŕšęŞâżęŞ)*
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