bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him
“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”
you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.
“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.
the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.
“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”
you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.
“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”
you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“what is that? what are you reading?”
still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”
then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”
you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.
“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.
nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.
“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”
he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”
“you’re not now! give it back!”
“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”
“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.
bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it.
“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pours his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”
if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—
he stops pouting at you.
“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”
“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.”
you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.
he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.
“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.
“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”
“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”
“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”
“it’s so much better now!”
bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”
“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”
“three. his job is terrifying.”
bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.
“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”
“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”
“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”
“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”
bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”
“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend.
“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”
“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.
“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”
“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t.
you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”
he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”
“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”
“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”
you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”
bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.
then he looks down at you, looking up at him.
“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”
bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.
“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms.
bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”
you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”
“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.
“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.
he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.
“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”
you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”
he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”
you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”
bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”
“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.
“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck.
“look at me.”
shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you.
“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”
you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.
“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”
he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.
you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”
“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.
“promise. now you promise me.”
“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”
“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”
bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”
you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”
he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”
“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”
bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”
“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”
with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.
he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”
you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”
he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, alpha!fem!afab*!brat!subreader, omega!softdom!izuku, reader has a dick and pussy, a/b/o, frotting, dick + pussy rubbing, degradation, non-traditional alpha-omega dynamics, mention of marking, dumbfication elements, cnc elements, not super proofread, hinting at pinv, first piece of writing in a while, errr tell me kindly if i missed any tags
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: theres a particular line where it may suggest that girls can't have dicks or that having a dick makes one any less of a girl but i am just saying that reader is biologically female but her secondary gender is alpha dat is all ^_^
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: response to this ask, omega!deku bullying an alpha!reader yay
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 630~
“are you sure you’re an alpha?” izuku asks, giggling at the way your cock twitched between his length and palm, a slick wet mess being made with each stroke. his thighs hook underneath yours as he pulls you closer along his bed. you couldn’t remember exactly how you got into this situation, or how you found your way into this stupid omega’s little dorm room— all you really could focus on was the dizzying smell permeating the air— izuku’s pheromones thick and heavy— and how you weren’t going to let it get the best of you.
right?
“of course i’m an alpha,” you scoff, trying not shiver as his thumb flicked over your frenulum, “why would i have a dick if i wasn’t?”
“this cute little thing?” he snickers, grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch, “i’d hardly called it a dick. i mean, it barely half as long as mine, and i’m an omega. don’t you think that’s kind of embarrassing?”
your face flushes, the color intensifying as he shifts positions to crowd your space, backing you into the headboard of the bed. despite how much you hated being talked down to, especially by an omega, you couldn’t help but secretly like the way izuku was treating you.
“that’s, that’s just because you’re a fucking freak of nature! there’s nothing wrong with me—”
“yeah?” he cooes, interrupting your protest, eyebrows pinched in mock sympathy. his hand readjusts it’s grip around your cocks, and you can feel how he throbs against you as if a ravenous wolf presented with a lost lamb. “well, why are you in rut for a ‘freak of nature then?”
“i’m not—” you whine, fumbling hands clutching at your shirt as you feel pleasure begin to mount, “i’m not in rut…”
“yeah…” izuku seemingly agrees, tsking softly, “more like a heat, huh? maybe you’re the omega, and i’m the alpha.”
your head shakes furiously at the suggestion, the room beginning to feel like it was spinning. “i’m not an omega, m’not—”
“you sure?” he tilts his head— calmly, collected— amused, “maybe i should be the one who fucks your pussy instead.”
“no!” in an instant, your hands attempt to scramble downwards, “don’t fuck my pussy—”
“no?” he laughs, quick to capture your wrists in a singular grip. he slides his heavy cock down towards your weeping slit. “you don’t wanna be the one pregnant or something?”
“no— of course not!”
“why not?” he asks innocently, before dropping his voice to a low whisper, “don’t you think you’d be a great mommy? or are you nervous about what your alpha friends would say if you got pregnant by an omega?”
you don’t answer right away, afraid of admitting to what he is suggesting. “i… i don’t...”
alas, izuku smiles, already knowing your response. he pulls back slightly, his nose brushing against your cheek as his breath grazes against the shell of your ear. “well, what would you say if i let you mark me?”
mate. mate. mate. almost helplessly, your eyes dart to his now vulnerable nape, the tantalizing sight doing all but nothing to the stoke the hungry flames growing in your core. “… i… really?”
“yeah, really,” he muses warmly, “doesn’t that sound good? don’t you wanna sink your teeth into my neck?”
“i…” you swallow thickly, nodding— drooling, “yeah…”
a pleased chuckle rumbled from his throat, the pieces of his plan just about to click into place. “mhm. all you have to do is beg alpha to fuck you. so, what's the magic word?”
your face burns with embarrassment. “please...”
“please, what?”
you hesitate, taking a moment before choking out the words. “please, a-alpha...”
“hehe~” he giggles some more, the fleshy head of his cock pressing insistently against your barrier of resistance now, “goooood omega. deep breaths now, okay?”
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: my friends are making me play ow comp rn as i post this so i cant proofread as much as i want dats what i get for procrastinating
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yuji in boxers… like…. those tight boxers that don’t do anything to hide his outline……
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✩꒱ tighty whities — ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. yuuji itadori & fem!reader. handjobs, big dick yuuji, counting the inches, roommates to lovers -> every once in a while yuuji pulls out his tightest, teeniest pair of underwear and every once in a while you’re get curious enough to see what they’re hiding.
thank you sm friend! i love him so much i want to live between his heart and lungs sooo bad idk what this is im feeling Lustful.
yes yes yuuji in those sickening tight white undies. i feel like perhaps he bought them by mistake and only wears them when he’s out of his usual boxers. super tight, hugging the slender curve of his waist and perfectly outlining his girth even though it’s tucked away. you can clearly see whenever he leaks through them because the thin white fabric stretched over the meatiest parts of him barely conceals anything. a darkness patch at the seam always gives yuuji away.
he’d be kind of embarrassed about them, constantly adjusting himself around you, shifting because his balls are practically bursting through the threads. if you’re roommates or best friends, you’ve definitely seen them in the wash or the laundry you do together and he always snatches them up with blatantly obvious red cheeks because they’re stupidly small for him.
and for a while, you think that yuuji really is that small.
until you hear the way his short-term flings cry his name in bed like it’s the only prayer they know. until you start listening out for the quiet, whimpering praise he offers them when they take all of him so well, inch by inch like good girls.
one girl stops you by the fridge one morning, yuuji’s shirt clinging to her curves and covering the fingerpad shaped bruises on her hips. “i don’t know how you live with him without jumping his bones,” she’d giggled, reaching for your milk. “he’s got the whole package, you know?”
you start looking at itadori a little differently. your eyes fall from his face to his print when you greet him after work or in the mornings when he’s back from the gym — attempting to discern the type of underwear he’s wearing based on what shows through his sweats. and you’ve always been touchy with each other, you’re friends and he’s great for cuddles, but now when you’re relegated to his lap during movie nights with fushiguro and his girlfriend, todo and nobara, oh! and maki and yuuta — you can feel the difference in his girth pressed against every time he shifts.
when he’s got those little tight boxers on that struggle to contain his hard on. the one you both ignore.
it’s one of those same movie nights where you cross boundaries for the first time. nobara stays over, too drunk to go home and be on her own, so you offer up your room and hunker down with yuuji because todo’s got the couch this time. in the mix, you some how manage to convince your pink haired roommate that you sleep better when he’s around. not just because he sleeps naked, you know this — you’ve been waiting on it just to see if the rumours are true.
yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with a soft blooming blush as you undress for bed and you try not to be obvious when your eyes trace the hardlines of his body right down to his crotch. those stupid tight white boxers you can’t seem to ignore now.
“sorry, know it’s a lot.” because you keep staring and he keeps twitching underneath the fabric and you have no idea how to tell him he’s making your mouth water. “i can put some sweats on—?”
you’re all too eager when shake your head no. “i-it’s your room. sleep however you’re most comfortable!”
naturally you end up snuggled with itadori in bed. surrounded by him. an excuse to be close. yuuji in nothing but those evil little boxers and you in morning but his shirt. your face in his neck for safety from the horror movie you’re watching and his arm loose around your waist. and you really can’t help it, when his cock is sitting there all fat and heavy and weepy, kicking because the air in the room is against his feverish skin — your fingers dance down to the waist band playfully at first. you’re touchy. friends do this… but then they hit the sinful swirl of his pink happy trail and everything shifts.
lust starts to bubble within your eyes, usually so sweet and innocent. you just have to know if he feels as big as he looks in them.
yuuji exhales shakily. not looking at you. “you’re not watching the movie, are you?”
a hint. a chance. you take it. “can i touch it?” your ask is a breathless whisper — as light as summer’s breeze and barely there. like a figure in the night. touch him, rub on him, do everything you’ve been thinking about for months.
he’s already straining, clenched at the abdomen to keep himself from cumming from the friction against his inner seam. yet he grows under your inquisitive attention, throbbing in a dull rhythm that calls up your greed as though it were following the beating lull of a siren’s song.
yuuji’s cheeks glow warm in the dimness, a rose tinted flame in the dark. he swallows. “if you wanna… j-just be careful, yeah?”
that’s all it takes.
his head tips back in a filthy shameful moan — pink hair askew like the flutter of petals — and his throat bobs as he swallows down a flurry of curse words once your hand slips past the waistband. your grip curiously stretches the tightness of boxers as your tiny hand wraps around his fat girth. sticky, pulsing with arousal, prominent veins forming indents in your palm.
“you feel so big, yuuji,” your nose brushes his pulse point with the same gentleness you would with your lips for a kiss. it’s as if you’re trying to inhale his life force, tuck yourself impossibly closer. he feels swollen in your hand, cock beating as unsteadily as his heart, and he oozes premature white into the crevices of your finger prints. “sensitive too.”
“nngh, i know,” whilst itadori’s hips jump without his control and forces his length through your first, the weight of his crown drops to yours. the two of you share a view, your slippery hand in his near-see-through boxers doused with slick and precum beading from his sappy mushroomed tip. “s-sorry, fuck. ‘m just so hard and you’re so pretty and you smell so good.” he admits to you quietly in a high pitched whine, like a secret exchanged between two lovers at a rendezvous point. for your ears only. no one else gets to know how wrecked you have him.
the bulbous head of his cock is raw and red, shiny, as it peaks out from the elasticated band of his boxers — only because you’ve stroked him to full hardness. he no longer fits in the fabric. you thumb him there in comforting circles, spreading his arousal in the same manner that drool spreads across your tongue.
long, dark lashes flutter against your forehead like angel’s kisses and you squeeze around every inch that slides through your hold — sharing airy moans the more yuuji leaks against your tight knuckles. “you could make me cum like this, y-y’know? in my boxers like a — fuck — like a teenager,” yuuji stutters, chasing words that don’t make sense on his tongue. hips running after the solace your soft strokes. “makes me feel so filthy, but i’ve been waiting for you. t-to notice? how badly i’ve wanted it to be you touching me like this. i’d do anything for you. anything, baby girl.”
his honesty turns and twists your guts into feverish knots.
“then will you?” you purr artlessly. eyes on the string of drooly white leaking from his sensitive tip. “wanna see how much you cum too.”
“god yes, i can cum. i’ll cum for you. just —!” yuuji’s large hand slips around your wrist and he guides you. helps you tug on the parts of his dick that make him gargle and struggle for breath. he bucks upwards, chasing pleasure and the heavenly solace your fist has to offer. “that’s it, just like that. make me cum, been waiting for so long.”
you’re in awe of it all. the ripple of his abs as he thrusts, the way moans coil in between the letters of your name as they leave his lips. you touch yuuji like you were made for it, jerk him off as though it were instinct. squeezing him every time his hips draw back, circling his tip over and over in languid runs of your thumb around the world.
he takes that as a sign, permission to let go of the unravelling knot he’s been trying to hold together since first laying beside you. on instinct, like his body knows nothing else, he squeezes you tight against him — cheek smooshed against your crown, shaky loud and whimpers in your ear that have your own underwear damp and he snaps.
like a twig with little resistance to pressure.
“oh my god — baby, shit!”
yuuji’s release is sizeable, viscous like lava flow as it rockets hotly up his abdomen and pools amongst the ridges of his abs and belly button. white against gold. his underwear is positively soiled all the way through, crude stringy cum gathering amongst his balls and your wriggling fingers as you jerk him through his high. where his back bows towards the ceiling as though the heavens have come to collect his sweet soul and his thighs shake like his foundations are unsteady.
and even after all that, all the ropes of hot white that hit his skin — he’s still hard and swollen, monstrous in size that suddenly dawns on you as yuuji rolls you onto your back. landing on top.
his shoulders, as they heave, block out the glow of the movie playing behind him — crowding you against the pillows, acting as a shield to hide you away from the world and you feel him heavy against your tummy. cold with slick but heated with arousal at the same time.
your roommate grins, buzzing and slow. “how many inches is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken?”
“i don’t… know? i’ve never measured?” you squeak, suddenly flushed with a delicious mix of horniness and fear. “why?”
yuuji clicks his tongue then, big hand sliding up your face to cover your mouth — his free one guiding his erection between your now parted thighs.
“just wondering, how much of me you’ll be able to take tonight.”
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your breath catches when kiri’s fingers latch onto your jaw and pull your lips from katsuki’s. he turns your head to him, leaning in and licking across your lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. you moan into him, squeaking when katsuki starts to pepper kisses along your neck, pressing in closer, and grazing his teeth against your heated skin.
“mmngh.” you squirm between them.
“‘s wrong?” kiri chuckles, kissing down your jaw.
you tilt your head back, giving them more space as moans slip free from your parted lips. they’re lips meet over your throat, making you groan that you can’t see. they laugh into each others mouths, each hooking a leg over yours as they spread you out on the bed between them.
“bet you’re leaking in your sweats.” kirishima pulls back, grinning at katsuki.
his face heats all the way to the tips of his ears. “shut up.” he buries his face back into your neck to suck and nibble.
kirishima takes your lips again, rubbing the inside of your thigh, humming when his hand meets katsuki’s over your panties. you melt between them, each drag of their fingers setting your body alight. katsuki hooks his fingers into the cotton and pulls them to the side, kirishima wastes no time in sliding his fingers through your slick.
“mmm!” your hips jerk forward.
“so wet already.” katsuki coos, trailing his fingers next to kiri’s.
katsuki circles your clit while kirishima prods at your entrance, dipping the tip of his finger in and pulling out just to hear your gasps and whimpers. katsuki pinches your clit the same time kiri slides a long finger into you, your head falling back in the process.
“how’s it feel?” kirishima pulls his finger out just to slip two in. “hm?”
“good!” you gasp. “so good.”
katsuki swirls around your clit faster and kiri answers by fingering you to the same rhythm. kirishima leans over and presses his lips to katsuki’s again, both of them getting lost in ea h other as you get lost in them. you’re grinding against their hands, thighs twitching and toes curling as they work you up.
they pull back from each other, strings of spit still connecting them as they look down at the wet mess they’ve turned you into. the sounds of your wetness reach your ears and you face burns but you’re too far gone to care.
“fuck! faster! please!” your tummy twists as you feel it coming.
“yeah? already baby?” kirishima looks at you.
“barely even started.” katsuki chuckles, fingers moving even faster.
your pleasure snaps, thighs desperately trying to clamp around their hands as they keep you spread. they work you through it, never slowing, their fingers only switching spots. katsuki slips two fingers into you already curling them perfectly while kirishima taps your clit.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, suggestive (?) (idk if that’s the word for it), dubcon elements (both are drunk but denki has better tolerance) dom!sleazy!piercings!tats!denki, sub!ditzy!drunk!fem!afab!reader, reader has two earrings and nothing else, reader has no tattoos, reader is a good amount shorter than denki, light groping, the whispers of corruption kink stirring, the hinting at a dick piercing, themes of possessiveness, vaping, alcohol, didn’t proofread bc i went to go to sleep
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account. the fic title is named after the song by aretmas because it’s fitting and i like it.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: discussing and counting the tattoos and piercings of the guy you’d been talking to all night at a party.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~1k
“which hurt more? your tattoos or your piercings?”
“definitely the tattoos,” denki laughs, eyes tracing lazily along the curves of your body. he liked girls like you— the ones that got a little giggly, touchy— dumb when they got drunk. it gave him a high unlike any other and was probably one of his favorite things these sorts of parties tended to produce. “why? you wanna see some?”
“could i?” you ask, anticipation sparkling in your eye.
he smiles, the sight warm and inviting. “of course.”
carefully balancing his red solo cup and geek bar in his free hand, he rolls up his long sleeve, fully revealing the design that had peeked out from his wrist and trailed all the way up to his shoulder. your fingers gingerly reach out to drift along the ink, the warmth of his skin beneath seeping into you, stoking the pooling heat in your core.
you look up at him through your lashes, giving him a wondering smile. “and your other arm is covered too?”
“yep,” he answers easily, leaning back against the kitchen counter as he tugs his sleeve back down. “and then i have one on my upper back and then two on my ribs.”
“so,” you blink, trying to do the mental math, “you have four tattoos?”
a chuckle escapes him at your miscount. “five, sweetheart.”
“oh,” you murmur, eyes half-lidded as he hands you his drink, encouraging you to steal another sip, a pattern you two had somehow fallen into over the course of the night. “do you want more?”
denki takes a hit of his vape, blowing the vapor to the side so it doesn’t reach your face. “hm, maybe,” he shrugs. “i don’t wanna get too tatted up. probably something like, on my spine, and then maybe one on my chest.” his hand rests on his left pec, demonstrating to you where he means. “what about you?” he asks curiously, already having a good guess of the answer. “you got any tattoos?”
you shake your head, self-consciousness threatening to creep up your neck. “no,” you mumble. “...do you like girls with tattoos?”
he makes sure to take note of your desire for his approval, smiling softly as he runs a hand through his hair. “i like girls with and without tattoos,” he answers noncommittally, letting a pause hang between you as he considers his next words. “would you ever get any?”
you shrug, a little giggly as a fellow partygoer squeezes behind you, bumping you closer to him. “i don’t know,” you hum, finishing the last of your shared alcohol. “what do you think would look good on me?”
a small puff of air slips out from his nose as your question sparks a private thought— and he finds himself caught between telling you or keeping it to himself. “the sort of thing i like on a girl isn’t for everyone,” he murmurs.
your head tilts, interested. “what is it?”
he chuckles, shaking his head at himself, and takes the empty plastic cup from your hands before setting it on the counter. “you really wanna know?” he asks, studying your body language carefully. when you nod, he leans in slightly.
“for me,” he explains in a low voice, making sure you were paying close attention, “the hottest tattoo a girl could get, is a tattoo of my name... right here.” his hand slides down to rest over where your womb would be, lingering only for just a moment, before pulling away as if nothing happened. “but that’s just a fantasy.”
almost on instinct, your thighs clench, caught off guard by both his words and the ghost of his touch. “you’re crazy…” you giggle, partially amused, partially flustered.
he joins in on your laughter. “am i?” he questions, propping himself up against the cupboards as he stretches, his sweater riding up to reveal his abs when he does. “you don’t think it’d be hot if a guy had your name on him?”
“i dunno,” you admit honestly, “i never thought about it before…”
“hm. you ever thought about any piercings?”
“mm, not really… i like just my earrings” you say with a lazy shrug, “i don’t know if i’d ever want any like, on my face. i like yours, though. how many do you have?”
“wanna count them?” he asks, leaning down to shorten your height gap and inviting you to touch him.
dopily, you nod and lift your hand, skimming first against his eyebrow piercing, then the stud on his nose. “one… two… three, four,” your thumb grazes against his lower lip, carefully noting his two snake bites. you turn his head to the side, tracing the studs and surrounding earrings. “five… six, seven—” you giggle, “—eight, nine, ten. ten piercings.”
as you finish counting, his gaze rolls back to meet yours, and a light laugh escapes him. “almost, gorgeous,” he smiles, taking your fingers in his. “you’re missing one.”
your brows knit together in confusion. “...where?” you ask, your mind quick to wander somewhere a little lower, since you didn't see any more visible piercings.
denki smirks at your expression, lifting your hand up as he parts his lips, and lets your thumb brush against his tongue piercing. “eleven,” he says, knowingly amused.
“oh,” you mumble, a rush of heat spreading across your cheeks as sheepishness blooms at your own dirty thoughts.
he chuckles lowly, releasing your hand for just a moment before snatching it back up like he suddenly remembered something. “oh shoot— i forgot one.”
this time as he guides your hand, he takes it to the place you had expected, and your face flushes once more as your palm presses firmly against the growing bulge in the crotch of his jeans— the weight thick and heavy.
“twelve,” he grins.
instantly, you pull away from him, your voice barely a whisper as you worry if anyone was watching you two, the thought of being caught essentially doing foreplay in public deeply embarrassing you. even if anyone was, they wouldn't have cared. “do you really have one there?” you manage, shyly.
denki only shrugs, coyly avoiding a direct answer. “you wanna find out yourself?”
Your f/o softly asking you a question and before you can think to answer they’re gently taking your chin between their fingers and nodding your head for you because they know what you need and that you’ll be good for them and do whatever they’re asking
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, porn without plot, softdom!izuku, fem!afab!crybaby!bratty!reader, cockwarming, praise, degredation/condescendingness, hurt/comfort (?), he’s a little mean :(, heavy dumbification/babying, not proofread (do i ever proofread drabbles….?), implied marathon sex,
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this originally was a response to an ask and is a reblog from my previous accounts... one of my favorite scenarios tbh...
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: boyfriend izuku cockwarming you while being mean/comforting you like you need due to your stress
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 627
“shh, no need to think, baby,” izuku cooes, fingers combing lovingly through your hair as your walls clamp tight around his thick cock. “pretty girls don’t need to use their brains, yeah?”
you nod, sniffling as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “i’m so tired of working, izu…”
his tongue clicks, lips tugging into a pout as he mocks the one on your face. “it’s not fair, huh? a dumb little thing like you shouldn’t have to work so hard, right?”
with a sob as your answer to his teasing, he chuckles. he shifts slightly, adjusting himself in his desk’s chair so that the bubous tip of his dick could nestle comfortably against your cervix. “you’re such a good girl, you know that, baby? working so hard— making me so proud. you wanna make me proud, right?”
“yeah…”
“say it all out for me, my love,” he encourages softly, placing a kiss onto the side of your head.
“i wanna, wanna—” you hiccup, “— wanna make you proud…”
“mhm. because?”
“because i’m a good girl…”
“yep, exactly— my beautiful, good girl,” he murmurs, thumb brushing tenderly against the curve of your cheek, his head tilting to meet your gaze. “so what are you gonna do tomorrow?”
“noooo…” you whine, tears threatening to redouble as you recall the stress tomorrow may bring, “izuku, i want you to take care of me…”
he kisses his teeth, knowing you meant you wanted to quit your commitments and depend on him. in a heartbeat, he would, but out of love he couldn’t. instead, he says, “you’re a big girl, my love. you don’t think i want what’s best for you?”
in response, you let out a small mewl, your head tipping back as one hand curls into a tight fist, lifting to swipe at the tears welling in your eyes. “you’re so mean… i-i’m literally crying, and—and…”
“i know, i know,” izuku croons, swiftly shushing your attempt to act out. “this is me taking care of you, baby,” his hand lowers to the imprint of his dick bulging your stomach, giving it a pat, “don’t you see that?”
a huff escapes your lips, choosing not to respond to him, so frustrated by everything that you want to take it out on him. however, your lack of acknowledgment only makes him smile— the warning clear, yet the abrupt buck of his hips upwards still catches you off guard.
“surely you’re not too stupid that you can’t even understand me, baby,” he sighs, his fingers moving to grip your chin, firm yet gentle, like an owner scolding a stupid puppy. “that would be ridiculous, right?”
“m’ not…” you whimper, eyes pitifully rimmed with red as you look into his.
“well, i’m glad to hear that,” he breathes softly, giving the corner of your lips a kiss. “now, i want you to use that pretty brain of yours and tell me whether or not i’m taking care of you right now. you can do that for me, right?”
with a nod you show your understanding, taking his thumb in between your parted lips in a show of submission. “y’always take care of me, izuku…”
as you suckle on his finger, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a half-lidded gaze drinking in your actions. “mhm. and i’m never gonna stop doing that, got it?”
“i got it…”
“good,” he smiles, watching as you release his thumb with a wet pop and glossed over eyes. his hands moves to your hips, slowly beginning to move you up and down his length as he continues speaking. “now, what do you say i take care of my silly, good girl, and give her orgasm after orgasm so she can forget her problems, hm?”
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: these were a result of an ask from my previous blog (this is a reblog). i formatted them :p
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: your closeted stoner classmate ^_^
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~500
i think stoner!izuku would do weed for post-exercise benefits or maybe even pain management… losing your arms, even momentarily, can be crazy… could even just because he’s so high strung usually…
i also think he’d be a closet stoner…
uni classmate izuku who you find out uses a pen when he takes a hit outside the lecture hall once class is over… a lopsided grin tugging at his lips when you joke about taking the next hit… only to be surprised when he actually offers it… when you say you’ve never actually smoked before, it’s his turn to be surprised…
“ah, no problem,” he laughs, holding his pen up to your lips for you, “take a deep breath…”
and so you find yourselves hiding in a corner of a outdoor doorway taking a hit from your classmate’s pen, his thumb caressing your chin as he shields your activities off from passerbyers… once you’re finally all floaty and high, his tongue darts out to wet his lips before asking you if you want to come over to his place to… hangout……
── ⟢ drabble #2
“y’know,” you mumble, continuing on with the inane ramble you somehow got into, “when people say ‘bowl,’ i thought there would be like… an actual bowl. this looks nothing like a bowl.”
izuku’s chest, warm and sturdy against your back, rumbles with a charmed laugh, watching amusedly as you examine the glass object. “you’re right,” he smiles, quick to take careful note of how soft you’ve grown sitting in between his legs— pliant, “it’s more like a spoon, huh?”
“yeah… but i guess spoons are less appetizing-sounding than bowls are… i wouldn’t want to eat a spoon… ”
he lets out another chuckle, finding your scrupulous analysis funny. “it’s just slang,” he explains cooly, plucking the bowl from out your hands and onto the armrest of the couch. “i don’t think anyone was thinking about making weed something you’d wanna eat.”
“maybe,” you sigh before thoughtlessly nuzzling your face into his bicep, “i think i’m just hungry…”
“munchies?” he asks, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “y’want me to order a pizza?”
as if on cue, a hunger you seem to have never known before growls in your stomach, and your eyes glimmer with a wide eyed epiphany at his proposition. “oh my god, yes… that sounds so good right now…”
izuku laughs softly, reaching over you for his phone in one smooth motion. “alright, give me a few minutes and it should be here in about twenty.”
you sigh, leaning back against him. “damn… twenty? that’s so long… i don’t know if i’ll make it… like, i’m so hungry. aren’t you?”
he shrugs, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he does so. in your inebrience, you hadn’t yet noticed the way his free hand had grown curiouser and cuirouser about what lied in between your legs, his fingers playing casually with the button of your shorts.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, pussywhipped!teasing!izuku yay, brat!fem!afab!reader, cunnilingus, porn no plot, reader has a beauty mark in the hoo ha, clothed sex
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: observant + annoying bf izuku eating out shy reader for the first time
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~340
“you got a beauty mark in here, baby.”
after vehemently refusing to observe izuku eating you out for the past five minutes due to shyness, your arm covering your sight lowers so you can glance down at him lying in between your legs, and you watch as his thick fingers spread open your drooling folds into the shape of a V. a shiver runs down your spine as he presses a chaste kiss directly to the mark before swiping over it with his tongue.
“what…?” you ask hazily, attempting to prop yourself up onto your elbows, “i do?”
“uh huh.” he takes another lick, the sound of your guys' bedsheets rustling as he adjusted the growing tent in his sweats. “you want me to take a picture?”
“uh, no—” you scowl. a whiny whimper quickly replaces the sound. “what the hell am i gonna do with a picture?”
“look at it,” he shrugs. “admire it. love it” — chuu — “that’s what i’m doing.”
he must be crazy, you decided, to think you were going to let him have documentation of you receiving oral for the first time — pajamas pants pooled at your ankles, shirt riding up your stomach, hands trembling, needy pussy spread open — on his phone. you shake your head, a breathy hiss escaping you.
“babe, can’t you just— ah — do it without the comments? it’s embarrassing…”
izuku only lets out a simple hum in response. “bossy, bossy,” he muses. his lips wrap themself around your clit before giving the bead an obnoxious slurp. “i just think it's funny.”
“funny?” your brows scrunch. “why is it funny?”
your boyfriend merely laughs at your confusion and how you writhe underneath him. “cause’ it’s like— y’know that thing about how moles are the places where your lover in a past life kissed?” when you roll your eyes, the grin tugging at his lips deepens. “looks like someone was getting freaky.”
god, did he ever shut up?
“izuku,” you huff, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. “don’t be weird.”
“alright, alright,” he concedes with a chuckle, “no talking with my mouth full, got it.”
a/n: when you bbgs think of ab riding do u think of me ?
the blunts been out for a minute now, both you and hanta leaned back on the couch facing each other and he’s watching how your eyes stay locked on his abdomen. he flexes subtly and smirks when he sees you press your thighs together.
“you have like.. muscles right?” you drag your eyes back up to his face.
“mhm.” his tongue slides along his bottom lip.
“like abs?” you glance down.
“wanna see?” he tilts his head.
“yes!” you answer too quick, nodding too fast.
“phaha bet you do.” he tosses his head back.
“hanta please?” you let out a little whine.
“come take my shirt off then.” he leans back even further, spreading his legs and looking at you with those heavy eyes.
you crawl across the couch and straddle his hips, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt before you tug it up. you let out a small sound when his muscles come into view while he pulls his shirt the rest of the way off. his stomach flexes when you trace your fingers over the ridges before flattening your palm.
“well?” he raises his brows.
“i..” you blink at him, mind blank besides his muscles. “i wanna ride em.” you whisper.
“what kinda freaky shit do you watch?” he grins, grabbing your waist and scooting you up from his hips to press your cotton shorts right against his abs.
“i just.. i read that- oh!” you gasp, pressing yourself harder and rolling your hips.
“you read about this..” he looks up at you, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your warm skin under your shirt. “and thought about me?” he chuckles when you cover your face.
“hanta don’t be mean.” you stop moving but he picks up your pace right away, pressing you down even harder until- “nghh!!”
“c’mon babygirl.” he coos. “show me that pretty face. ohhh there she is.” he smiles when he sees your wobbling lip. “show me what you read about.” he nods.
you roll your hips, whimpering when your shorts bunch and give you that perfect friction on your clit. you chase the feeling, eyes fluttering shut, tummy blooming with hot pleasure. you gasp when you feel his fingertips tracing up your sides, soft, delicate. he circles your covered nipple and your pace breaks, breath getting caught as he continues his teasing.
“y’look perfect.” he brushes his thumbs over the hardened buds. “you feeling good? this everything you thought it would be?” he flexes his muscles and your face twists.
“yes! mmmf hanta!”
he takes one of your nipples between his fingers, rolling it and tugging softly, smirking at the way you buck your hips. his other hand moves up, dragging a finger up the center of your throat and tracing your lips. he taps once and you part your lips for him to press the pad of his finger on your tongue.
your head’s fuzzy, body so hot you feel the sweat dripping down your neck as you work yourself up. he’s talking so sweetly, touching you like you’re porcelain and with one more tug on your nipple and a flex of his abs your hips still as you lean forward giving him the perfect view of your face as you cum.
he watches you pant, eyes blinking open softly as you come down. “you read about face riding?” he grins.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, virgin!softdom!brattamer!izuku, sub!virgin!bratty!childhood bully!fem!afab!reader, i am serious when i say reader is a Brat and annoying and stubborn, pinv, blowjob (turns into face fucking), domination loss, virginity loss, vaginismus (in other words, losing virginity is not without some complications), talk about hymen, crush confessions, boob sucking, nipple play (fem receiving), make out scene (yay), first kisses, izuku starts to lose himself at the end of the sex scene, praise & compliments, a sprinkle of breeding kink (however it is safe sex (condom), fingering, pussy eating, canon divergent, college!au, izuku is mean :( mention of harry potter (FUCK TERFS)
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account ^_^
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: after learning at a party that izuku is still a virgin, you attempt to make fun of him, falling into your childhood bully habits. however, instead of being embarrassed or getting mad he confronts your feelings for him, and offers you his virginity. double however, you’re not as experienced as you’ve claimed— or at all for that matter!
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~7.1k words
“no, dude— because the first time i did it,” hanta laughs, a warm blush spreading across his face at the memory, “she was legit screaming her head off, so i stopped and i was like, ‘oh shit, are you okay?’ and she tells me that was part of her ‘method.’ i got soft so fast…”
the group sitting in the living room — hanta, eijirou, mina, kyoka, denki, izuku, and you — erupts into yet another wave of cackles, some of you wheezing silently, others doubled over, but even then, the music thundering through the party still manages to swallow it all up.
“holy shit— no way,” denki snickers, “like— that’s what she did when she was alone?”
“yeah,” hanta chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. “said that it made it more 'intense.”
“sounds scary,” izuku comments, smiling, and everyone is quick to shift their attention towards the number one collegiate hero. well, almost everyone— your gaze had already been glued to him all night, occasionally darting away whenever he’d looked up, as if to convince yourself you weren’t completely staring… which, of course, you were.
a sigh leaves denki’s lips, leaning on izuku in a playful manner. “of course ‘mr. perfect’ wouldn’t have any sex horror stories. probably just touches a girl once and she cums.”
“no way,” mina interjects, “he was so nerdy in high school! no offense midoriya— but he’s gotta have one.”
as all eyes look expectantly towards izuku, waiting for him to deny or confirm, he just shrugs.
“i actually haven’t even gotten around to it yet.”
while you remain quiet, the group devolves into a mixture of shock and chaos at his response, bombarding him with a flurry of questions.
“what?! i’d believe that back then, but now? midoriya, you gotta be kidding! you’re telling me you don’t have girls lining up to get a piece?” mina asks, sitting up right.
“eh… none that i’m really interested in…” he replies.
“are you able to get it up?” ejiriou questions, an eyebrow arched.
izuku chuckles heartedly at that. “i can get it up.”
“i thought you had girlfriends before— how is this possible?” kyoka leans forward, incredulous.
“maybe he’s just waiting until marriage,” theorizes hanta.
izuku shrugs again and he leans back against the couch, considering his next words carefully. for a moment, it seems like his eyes flick to yours — lingering just long enough to seem thoughtful — before settling on the rim of his red solo cup.
“not really,” he murmurs, letting the words roll off casually, “i’m more so just waiting for the right girl that does it for me.”
“ooh!” eijirou laughs, “high standards then, i see! what even is your type, midoriya?”
“i wanna know too! we could set him up!” mina chimes in.
“i think he likes those bubbly nice girls,” denki assumes.
izuku shakes his head lightly, playfully scrunching his nose before taking a sip of his drink. “ah, no. i think i like mean girls, if anything.”
“whaat? so you’re saying you like girls who take control or something?”
“hah, not really— i mean like…” he clicks his tongue as the words escape him. “like… i don’t know. the ones that huff and pout.”
“feisty, huh?” eijirou ponders, a finger tapping his chin. “i don’t think i know any girls like that…”
“you don’t want a girl like that, midoriya,” hanta advises, “my ex was like that. total headache.”
“more than the girl screaming her head off?” kyoka giggles.
“it’s a close competition,” hanta laughs.
“yeah… but even then, girls at our school are all… goody-two-shoe sweethearts that are on the fast track to being in the pro-hero hall of fame. like this one,” mina says, draping an arm around you as if to prove her point.
as you get roped into the conversation, your hands fly up, waving as you laugh. “wh— hey? what’s that supposed to mean?”
“goody two shoes' is not the word i’d use for her,” denki teases with a smirk, catching your hand by the wrist when you playfully try to swat him. “i feel like you lose that title once your virginity is gone.”
“well, whose to say she isn’t a virgin?” hanta suggests, “if someone like midoriya hasn’t gotten any, then how do we know leaderboard darling over here isn’t in the same boat as him?”
you scoff, coyly biting the inside of your cheek, and rolling your eyes. “i don’t kiss and tell, guys.”
“oh she fucks,” mina cackles.
as the conversation moves on from you, you breathe a sigh of relief. the truth of the matter was that hanta had suspected correctly— you actually were in the same situation as izuku. to makes matters worse, you hadn’t even had your first kiss!
listening to the group continue to swap embarrassing or funny sex stories, your eyes inevitably drift back to izuku. this time, his gaze was already on you, studying and waiting.
a heat creeps up your neck. you stand up — not too fast to give yourself away— excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. once there, you take the time to settle with your thoughts.
midoriya izuku was a virgin.
the thought made you happier than you cared to admit. was it because you hated him and therefore didn’t want anything good to happen to him? maybe. after all, you had made his life hell in high school. sure, you cleaned up your act once you got to university — mostly because you didn’t see him as often — but that didn’t mean you got along when you did.
or was it something else…? something you had been trying to deny for years? that maybe, just maybe, you had a crush on stupid-ass dek—
the cold water from the running sink snaps you out of your thoughts. after drying your hands, you return to the living room, only to find most of the group had dispersed. you scan the room, looking for someone to mingle with, and your eyes land on a towering back, topped with an unmistakable wild mess of green hair at the drinks table.
before you realize it, your feet are carrying you to izuku's side, hands trembling slightly as you pour yourself a refill of whatever you were drinking, and your lips move on their own.
“y’know— couple more years and you’ll be a wizard.”
he smirks, not looking at you just yet. “sounds fun. i’ve always loved harry potter.”
your jaw tenses at his nonchalance. “however,” you add, “i think by forty it falls off.”
“ah,” he says, clicking his tongue. “is that so? that’s a shame.”
“or a blessing. like we need a mini you running around.”
“well, at least i still got time.”
“i doubt it,” you scoff. “like there’d be anyone desperate enough to sleep with you.”
lazily, his gaze drifts to you now. noticing the way you can’t meet his eye but can spit out all these sorts of negative things, he tilts his head. “do you really want it that bad?”
“want what?” you ask back, caught off guard.
“my virginity,” he says plainly, angling his body towards you. “you seem like you want it pretty damn bad.”
“wh— i… that’s not what i am saying at all, deku, i don’t know what those gooner ass pornos you watch teach you, but— just because a girl talks to you, doesn’t mean she wants to sleep with you.” the familiar venom in your voice seems to amuse him.
he shrugs, a smirk subtly tugging at his lips as he takes an easy sip of his drink. “ah, that’s too bad. i would’ve gave it to you.”
a rush of heat makes your head spin at the offer, ears ringing as you struggle to maintain your composure. you clear your throat, nose sneering like it’d hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. “um— ew, no. you’re not even my type.”
“well, what’s your type then?”
“like…” your words stall as you try to think of how to put it— careful not to give too much away, and not sure if you even want to. “guys with experience, obviously. i don’t want to teach a guy how to do it properly.”
his lips jut out as he considers your words. “well, i’m a fast learner. i’m sure i can do a good job once i’m showed the ropes.”
“what makes you think i even want to show you ‘the ropes,’ idiot?” you scowl.
he sighs, playfully looking down, almost hopelessly. “oh, you’re right... i just thought a pretty and nice girl like you with so much experience might feel bad for me. y’know, because you’re a hero…”
your lips purse as he provides you this plausible deniability. teeth clenched and leg ever so slightly bouncing with deliberation, the gears in your head start turning.
“well… hmph…” you mutter at last, glancing to the side as if something more interesting had caught your attention. “i guess… i could do some charity work… but you can’t tell anybody about this, okay?”
a small smile plays along izuku’s lips. before you can protest, he leans down and reaches out to hook your pinkie with his, and presses a gentle kiss to his fist— eyes flicking up to yours. “promise.”
you pull away, the blush spreading across your face growing hotter by the second. “ugh, you’re so fucking weird…”
he straightens, laughing as he sets his cup down on the table. “when can we do it?”
“when?” you repeat back, hesitating, your words caught between thought and impulse. “i mean, i guess, now, because i’m not doing anything but—”
“great,” he cuts you off, taking your hand in his again, and leads you through the crowd of partygoers, heading towards the way out. “my place is pretty close by— we can walk there, is that okay?”
it takes you a moment to register that your hand is wrapped in his— large, warm, and rough. you clear your throat, trying not to let your nerves show. “wait, wait— do you even have a condom or anything? lube?”
izuku slows his pace, matching yours as he looks you over. “condoms…” he repeats slowly. “well, i have a bunch of free ones i got from planned parenthood… the booths that pop up, i mean. lube, now, i don’t have that. but, i heard that if you get a girl wet enough, you won’t need it.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes. “so you think you’re going to get me wet enough to not need it?”
he shrugs, guiding you across a crosswalk, a hand resting lightly on the small of your back when he does. “beginners luck?”
“you’re going to need a lot more than luck.”
“it’s a good thing i have you to teach me then, huh?”
you say nothing, feeling a heavy weight on your chest as you trek up the stairs to his apartment. once inside, your eyes sweep over the living room, noting how clean everything was as you set your shoes on his shoe rack.
“you live alone?” you ask, forcing your voice to stay steady, as if asking about anything else could distract you from why you were really here.
“yep. it’s great for hosting.”
you roll your eyes as you follow him to his bedroom. “of course you love hosting,” you mutter, your gaze narrowing at how nerdy his room was— all might posters plastered on the walls, expensive figurines lined up neatly on shelves, a stack of manga spilling over his desk. you perch on the edge of his bed, quietly taking it all in as he goes to hang up his jacket.
“ah, i forgot— you never were much of a people person, huh?” izuku asks, chuckling at some sort of memory. he sits down right next to you, his knee brushing against yours.
“i’m a people person. i love people,” you say defensively, not very convincing in your tone.
he laughs again, leaning back leisurely, hands splayed on the bed beside him. “that’s what you want people to think. that sparkly and naive sweetheart thing you got going on? i think it’s you for a moment, but it also makes it so you can’t wait for when you’re alone. am i right?”
he was. but you’d never admit that. “you’re projecting,” you mumble.
he simply shrugs in response. “maybe.”
a quiet falls between you two, his pinkie tentatively reaching out to yours on the bed.
“so,” he starts, breaking the silence. “what are we supposed to do first?”
there’s a strange churning in your stomach as the thought claws through you— not only would you be taking his virginity, but you’d be losing yours too. “well,” you sigh, trying to play off your nerves. “you have to get me in the mood. do you think you can do that or is that too hard for someone like you?”
“hm… it might be. do you think you could walk me through how to do that?”
a sigh escapes you, your annoyance masking your real feelings. “useless. okay, come here,” you say, beckoning him to shorten your height gap. he obliges, leaning in a bit closer than you anticipated, and his hands graze your sides.
“like this?” izuku asks, tilting his head.
“yeah,” you mumble, your pulse quickening slightly as you took in his features. ever since his growth spurt back in the third year of high school, you hadn’t really gotten a proper look at his face since then. his eyes were still the same striking green, though the freckles that once dotted his cheeks had faded from too much time in the sun. as your gaze traced the curvature of his cheekbones down to his lips — soft, full, and tempting — your tongue darts out to wet your own. “have you… ever kissed someone before?”
“nope,” he answers honestly, grinning like an idiot. “i’m assuming you have though, right?”
“of course,” you huff, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face, hoping he wouldn't notice how they trembled. you try to recall that wikihow article you read on french kissing one random tuesday night, steeling yourself to the best of your abilities. out of all the collegiate heroes on that damn leaderboard, if anyone deserved to be crowned the best performer— it'd be you. and by god, that’s what you were gonna do.
perform.
slowly, you closed the space between you two and brushed your lips against his, a shaky gasp escaping you at the contact. quickly swallowing it, your eyes closed naturally, letting yourself focus on the sensation of his lips on yours. it was surprisingly wetter than you imagined. awkward too, especially when his nose bumped into yours, which you let out a noise of annoyance at. he only laughed breathlessly in response, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. after a while, almost procedurally, your tongue went out to touch his, which he eagerly chased after— sending a dizzying thrill throughout your body.
soon enough, your back met the mattress of izuku’s bed, and he hovered over you, his fingers sliding down to lace with yours, effectively caging you beneath him. he gave an experimental lick along the roof of your mouth — brief, testing — then repeated it the moment he felt your positive reaction. he worked it into the rhythm of the kiss, his upper lip catching on your lower one in a way that made your breath hitch.
eventually, you pulled away, turning your head to the side to catch your breath, and the back of your hand came up to cover your face. “o-okay,” you manage, clearing your throat, trying to cover up your panting, “that’s good enough.”
with a deep exhale, you turned back to face him.
god, he was so pretty.
face flushed, eyes half-lidded, and running his tongue over a canine as he smiled faintly, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him. your eyes drifted lower, taking note of how his leg had wedged itself between your thighs, and was threateningly close to grinding against your crotch. you suddenly felt very small and vulnerable under him, and felt the urge to regain control.
“move back,” you sighed, as if he was doing everything wrong, swallowing your pooling saliva, and lightly tapping his chest. he does as you say, and shifts back to sit on his heels, allowing you to sit up.
after stalling by letting your gaze wander around the room, you finally speak again— unable to meet his eyes as you work up the nerve to voice your next demand. “okay, um, i guess…” — you sigh — “you can take off your pants. because you’re probably already hard just from that so... let’s see it.”
he laughs softly at your dismissive tone, fiddling with the buckle of his belt, and slipping it off. your thoughts drifted all over the place as you wrestled with the notion that this was the first time you’d see a dick in person… and to be honest, you felt a bit scared. however, before you knew it, his pants were off and his briefs were gone, and a pretty, thick, and long cock greeted you with it’s presence, and there was no time to be.
you could feel the blood rush to your ears as it twitched against his lower abdomen, and resisted the urge to ask if that was normal. while you didn’t think he’d be small or anything, (though if anyone asked, you’d probably claim he was, just to mess with him) his length was on the verge of being too much. the tip was pink and flared, a vein ran down it’s left leaning curve, and patches of dark green, almost black hair framed the base.
“is everything okay?” he asks, seeing your drawn-out silence, suspiciously knowing.
“yes,” you scoff defensively, sliding off the bed, and lowering yourself onto your knees in front of him. face to face with his crotch, his cock was probably even more nerve-wracking now, as it seemed almost impossible you could get anything done with it. maybe a more experienced girl could handle it just fine but you were anything but that.
tentatively, you reached a hand out to him, the room feeling a bit surreal as you wrapped your fingers around his dick, and you could feel the blood pulsate underneath your grip. after giving him a few experimental strokes, you then took him into your mouth, remembering to cover your teeth with your lips based off a tiktok comment you read once.
after a few more minutes of attempting to bob your head up and down, it was pretty clear that you were fumbling. he could see it and so could you, but your pride wouldn’t let you admit it. the taste of a dick wasn’t anything like those smut fics you read back in high school had described. it wasn’t really salty or sweet— it just tasted like skin. although, the trickling beads of pre-cum had a taste to them, one that you liked a little. but other than that, your jaw was beginning to ache already from widening it more than you were used to.
his hand reaches out to your head, petting your hair almost like he would a dog. “hey… um,” izuku says, trying not to laugh at the sight of you, “are you sure you’ve done this before? it’s totally fine if you haven’t…”
your eyes flick up to his, hot embarrassment settling in your chest. “of course i have,” you snap, swatting his hand away from you. “it’s not going to look as sexy as your fucking — your little fucking hentais you goon to — but that’s because i’m a real girl, not your 2d waifu or whatever, fucking idiot. you should feel lucky you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing.”
his brows furrow slightly at your wording, weighing them in his mind, and finding you ridiculously cute. “ah. right, i forgot. you’re a pro. can i just—?”
without warning, his hands interlace with your hair and he bucks up into your mouth, hitting the back of it with his cockhead. at the sensation, you sputter and gag, and he lets out a throaty groan. as he makes you take him to the base, and holds you there, you felt like you were going to throw up.
“h-hah, sorry…” he grunts, his dick throbbing against your tongue. “saw this in those ‘little hentais i always goon to.’ it’s okay, right? since you’re so experienced?”
you shake your head, slobber dripping down his length as you try to say something, only for him to continue. you both know if you weren’t, you’d bite his dick off— and your quirk was capable enough to go toe to toe with him, meaning that if you really wanted to, you could fight him off… right?
eyes fluttering and tongue lolling, your mind goes blank as he stands up, fucking into your mouth. in a way, you feel a bit relieved— not having to think so hard on what to do or how to act. your shoulders relax, and you let him have his way, already pocketing the excuse that he ‘overpowered’ you or whatever.
as fast as it started, his thrusts begin to stutter, balls plapping against your chin erratically. “fuck, damn— i think i’m gonna, fuck— ” he cusses, and a hot warmth gushes down your throat, coating your tongue. finally, he lets go of you, and sits back on the bed, winded, watching as you cough and gasp for air, with some semen you didn’t swallow splattering onto the carpet. you don’t have it in you to say something snarky and mean to him just yet, allowing yourself the time to rest the curve of your face against his thigh, trying to catch your breath.
however, a few taps against your cheek interrupt your rest. “you’re tired already?” he asks with an “innocent” tilt of his head. “don’t we have more stuff to do?”
the lack of oxygen to your brain makes it hard for you to come up with anything snarky. “whuh…?” you babble out, looking up at him, clearly a bit out of it.
izuku just chuckles, helping you back onto the bed. you sit next to him, leaning onto his arm as you regain yourself. as you do that, he takes off his shirt, and your eyes take in his muscular form. his hand then slithers around your back, resting itself on your hip.
“hey,” he whispers, voice low against the shell of your ear, beckoning for your attention. “are you going to take off your shirt now?”
you brow furrows at his teasing as you snap back into reality. “ugh, yes, deku— i am. don’t fucking rush me,” you huff, hands shaky as you lift up your shirt over your head.
“ha— i’m still ‘deku,’ even though we’re here?” he asks, glancing down at your breasts when you undo your bra’s clasp, freeing them. yet, they’re quickly hidden away from his leering as you cover your chest with your arms.
“are you supposed to be something else?” you question.
he shrugs, his other hand creeping up your thigh, resting just under the space where your skirt covered. “maybe, ‘izuku,” he suggests, “since you’re going to be moaning that later?”
“i’m not going to be moaning anything,” you fume, the words not even convincing yourself.
“hm, maybe,” he chuckles, tracing circles into your skin with his thumbs, watching you twitch underneath his touch. “maybe it all be gibberish by that point, on the account of being fucked dumb.”
“you have a lot of confidence for someone whose never done this before.”
“well, neither have you, but you’re pretending you have, for some reason.”
“i have, dumbass. it’s just… been a while,” you mumble, not really believing your new excuse.
he just shrugs again, smiling as you delude yourself. “ah, yeah, okay. my bad.”
a pause falls between you two for a moment.
“well… can i see your chest?”
you sigh, as if his request was an impossible task. you lie back on the bed, your head resting on a pillow, and covering your face with your arms as he looked curiously.
“they’re very pretty,” he murmurs, the compliment going straight to the blush across your face. “can i touch them?”
“… yeah.”
subsequently, his hands reach out to grope and squish your tits, watching how they fall against your chest when he lets them go. then, in his curiosity, he begins to tease your nipples, holding you down by your hips with his elbow when your back arches.
“i— ah, wait…!” you say, letting out a noise in between a whimper and a laugh as he begins to roll a peak in between his fingers, watching it harden.
“that’s an interesting noise,” izuku cooes, laughing at your following huff. “what will you make if i…”
a squeal leaves your throat when his mouth latches onto one of your breasts, his hand continuing to play with the other. as he sucks and licks, teethes and pulls— your nipples are soon left puffy and swollen under his ministrations.
“deku— that’s enough,” you whine, bringing a hand to the back of his hair, attempting to peel him off you.
he resists, holding a nipple in between his teeth as he corrects you. “izuku.”
your brow furrow as he continues. “izuku,” you hiss, the first name sounding strange to say. “quit it…”
luckily, he relents, but not before giving both of your sore boobs a kiss. he sits back on his haunches, waiting for you to catch your breath, and hoping you won’t mind the hickies he left on your skin by accident.
“ugh,” you say at last, glaring at him. “you’re like a dog.”
“woof.”
“funny,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.
the grin plastered on his face goes unappreciated by you. “are you going to take your skirt off now?”
“is there some sort of schedule or timeline i’m not aware of?”
izuku chuckles, his nimble fingers moving to your waistband. “no, it’s just because you’re soaking wet, and i’m wondering when you’re gonna let me eat your pussy.”
your blush intensifies at his crude language. “i’m not wet,” you grumble, both of you not believing that. “that’s also… not necessary.”
“can i at least see it?” he asks, oh so sweetly.
you sigh, already knowing that one way or another, he would get his way, and you cover your face with an arm. “yeah, whatever.”
with a twinkle in his eye, izuku pulls down your skirt, along with your underwear in one swift movement. he moves to go lay in between your legs, holding them down with his muscular forearms, and savors the sight of your glistening folds.
the intensity of his stare makes you squirm, body truly trembling as his warm breath ghosts your puffy lips. “nervous?” he asks, eyes flicking up to yours.
“n-no,” you lie.
he smiles, giving the inside of your thigh a kiss, laughing when you instinctively clench. “it’s really pretty,” he comments. then a thumb reaches out, spreading your labia. “warm. not to mention, wet.”
“it’s not because of you,” you shiver, shutting your eyes tight.
“sure. self-lubricating organ that produces an arousal fluid just happens to be dripping so much it’s staining my bedsheets.”
before you can respond, he takes a long lick up the slit, the flat of his tongue rubbing against your clit, making you whimper.
“fuck,” he groans. “that tastes so good…”
it’s obvious, based on how you gasp and writhe, you’ve never felt like this before, not even knowing what to do with your hands as he eats you out, especially when he wraps his lips around your clit, swirling his tongue around the bead. eventually, your fingers interlace with his hair, and he moans involuntarily, the sound reverberating against your core.
after a few more slurps, laps, and flicks of the tongue, he pulls away, and you let out a humiliating whine. he laughs at the noise, giving your thighs a pat. “hold on. i need to stretch you out for later.”
at the mention of the idea of his monster of a dick entering you, you tense up. as his thick middle finger circles around your entrance, before slowly sinking inside you, you’re left clenching and on the verge of tears.
“i… ow— wait,” you cry out, trying not to panic. “i think something is really wrong…”
“vaginismus,” izuku suspects incorrectly yet earnestly, deciding to note the enveloping hotness of your heat later. “you need to relax. it happens for a number of reasons, but i think it’s because you never had anything in here and you’re stressed out about it.”
you don’t deny it this time, trying to focus on your breathing, and not on the almost stinging sensation below. when he notices the strain on your face, he moves to lean over you, his free hand taking yours.
“hey,” he murmurs, continuing to pump his finger in and out of you. “it’s going to be okay. we’re taking it slow.”
it’s not until he wipes away one of your tears that you realize you’ve been crying, and you hide your face into his shoulder.
“i’m sorry for lying,” you sniffle, overwhelmed with emotion, feeling ashamed that your first time isn’t going as easily as you imagined it would. “i’m ruining everything.”
he laughs softly. “if there’s anything you need to be sorry for, this is the last thing. i’d probably pick bullying me since we were kids first.”
“i’m sorry…”
“it’s okay. just means i get to bully you here,” izuku whispers, a smile tugging at his lips before he continues. “i’m really lucky that a girl like you is giving me her first time and that i get to have my first time with you. there’s nothing you’re ruining. relax, okay? don’t think anymore. you don't have to prove anything to me.”
you nod, quiet for a moment. “your finger is really thick,” you complain at last and a snort escapes him.
“maybe compared to yours.”
“compared to anyone normal…”
he shrugs, his thumb moving to rub your clit as he fingers you. “does that help?”
“a little…”
“let me...” he mumbles, his finger curling to stroke the roof of your sex, looking for something. he knows he's found it when you gasp and gush around him. “there.”
your hips buck as you start to feel the pain ease, replaced by a sensation of pleasure. “wh— mm, what is that?” you pant, reflexively moving to get away.
izuku keeps you still, continuing to massage that spongy part. “g-spot, i’m pretty sure.”
“pretty sure?”
he laughs, dipping his head near your neck. “girl, it’s my first time too. i’m figuring out at the same time you are.”
as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, you feel your mind start to cloud over, yet your daze becomes interrupted when you feel izuku take a big long lick up your neck.
“what are you doing?” you murmur, your brow furrowing.
“i heard the neck is an erogenous zone for women. is it doing anything?”
“not if you’re slobbering all over me,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “just go back to what you were doing.”
“alright,” he complies, snickering at your tone, before mixing in sucks and bites this time.
soon after, he slips another finger into your heat, holding your hand tight as you adjust to the stretch. thanks to his prep, there wasn’t any pain. it felt… actually, good. almost addicting.
“damn, do you hear that?” he asks you, letting a silence fall between you.
you strain your ears as you try to listen for something. however, once you realize he was referencing the sloppy sounds your pussy was making, you let out a whine of embarrassment, which he laughs at. once a beat has passed, izuku asks another question, the tone contrastingly soft. “do you think you’re ready for me?”
glancing down, you notice his dick thick and hard once more, with the excessive amount of pre-cum dripping down from the tip an indicator that he’d been like so for a good while.
“i… i don’t know…” you whisper.
“let’s just try, okay? if it’s too much, i’ll stop and we can go back to stretching you out some more.”
when you finally nod, he takes his fingers out of you, and sucks off the arousal clinging to them as he slides off the bed to go grab a condom from his closet shelf. once he returns, and he climbs back onto the bed to sit in front of you, life feels like it’s moving in slow motion. spreading your legs and keeping them open, he positions himself at your entrance, and your body shivers as the tip of his shaft rests along your folds, with only a thin layer of latex dividing you.
discipline, midoriya izuku, he reminds himself. the dizzying sensation of your pussy fluttering around his cockhead — peppering it in kisses in hopes to pull him in — was making it hard from resisting the urge to shove his dick inside you in one go. grounding himself, his hands find purchase on your hips. “ready?” he asks, swallowing when his voice cracks.
“go slow,” you remind him, as if you were nervous he’d forget. he almost feels bad when it makes his dick twitch.
both of you watch as his tip disappears within your folds and your chest trembles as you stretch around his girth. he makes sure to check in with you with every inch that enters. by the time he’s half way in, you’re panting, with runaway tears rolling down your cheeks.
“jesus,” he groans, shutting his eyes tight as your walls squeeze and convulse around him. “i-it doesn’t hurt, right?”
you shake your head, only managing to say the one thing on your mind: “i-it’s big…”
a throaty laugh escapes izuku at your astute observation, a hiss following the sound as he swears your pussy was trying to squeeze his dick off. “does it feel good?”
“i think,” you mumble, watching as he moves back and forth, slowly going deeper with each thrust. “there’s no blood, right?”
“from your hymen?” he asks, an eyebrow arched as he’s caught off guard. “you can’t really break that— only tear it. and not everyone bleeds.”
you scoff, feeling annoyed that he was mansplaining to you (even if he was right). “i know that. i was just ask…ghh—!”
it feels like the wind is knocked out of you as he tunnels his dick all the way to nestle against your cervix, stilling there for a moment while he wipes some drool dribbling down his chin with his arm. “fuck, i could stay here forever,” he mutters, grinding his cockhead deeper.
whatever you were saying — or going to say— is forgotten, quickly replaced by the thought of how you could feel every twitch of his dick inside you, even with the condom on. “y-you’re too deep,” you whine.
he just laughs at your response, pulling back and trying to find a rhythm. “sorry,” he says, yet you doubt he was.
“stupid…”
at your insult, izuku's lips curl into an amused smile, before testing out a roll of his hips against yours, and letting out an affectionate sigh. “you’re so cute.”
caught off guard, you press your face into the crook of your arm, trying to hide your flusteredness away from him. he just laughs at your embarrassment, before leaning down to tease you some more.
“but, don’t you think you could lighten up and say something nice for once? don’t you get tired of acting like that?”
you let out a huff, bringing a hand up to gently push his face out of yours. “i’m not acting like anything. you’re just annoying.”
“you don’t think that,” he replies, palms covering yours in a casual, easy grip, before pinning them above you. “you like me. you like me so much, it’s making your pussy squeeze tight around me— wishing i wasn’t wearing a condom so i could get you pregnant.”
as if on cue, it does exactly that, making you bite your lower lip, to stifle a moan. noticing this, izuku brings his lips towards yours, giving you a gentle nibble, not wanting you to keep in your sounds. “don’t hold it in, come on… if you can’t say anything nice, make some noise for me then,” he pouts, mockingly.
“izuku—” you mewl, brows furrowing, only to be silenced by his tongue meeting yours.
“oh, i like when you say my name like that,” he chuckles lowly against your lips, before continuing to kiss you.
eventually, your face gets away from him, but not without some drool dripping down your chin, and your eyes glazing over. “i-i don’t like you, by the way,” you struggle to huff, feeling your climax building up as he finds the angle to hit against that sweet spot.
a breathless laugh escapes him as you’re still on that. “yeah? that’s a shame, because i like you.”
you squirm hearing his confession, but having no place to go pinned under him, a helpless whine escapes your lips. “man, shut the, — fuh — fuck up!”
“i saved myself for you,” he confesses further, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit, relishing in the whimper you make when he does. “wanted to see how long it was going to take you to make a move, but i got a bit impatient tonight. you just looked so fucking cute.”
your eyes shut tight as you can’t bring yourself to look at him, your brain beginning to melt out of your ears, overwhelmed by his words. at your lack of response, he continues to speak.
“hey. can’t you tell me that you like me too? please?”
when you keep on being silent, he clicks his tongue, before letting out a disappointed sigh. “aw, come on” — he playfully pouts — “isn’t, ah, aren’t i doing a good job? fucking you so deep? you really gonna be mean to me even when i’m taking care of you?”
for the third time you don’t respond, he laughs softly. bringing his lips to whisper into your ear, giving the lobe a nibble, he warns, “if you keep quiet… i’m gonna stop.”
this time, you actually decide to listen, but not without some internal deliberation. after a few passing moments, you eventually muster up the courage to say what you’ve buried under a lifetime of childish attempts to be noticed.
“i… like you too…”
“what was that?” he asks, a giddy grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
your brows furrow as he kept on teasing you, despite giving him what he wanted. “izuku,” you whine again, now begging him not to make you repeat yourself.
“i didn’t hear you,” he chides, his pace threatening to get slower. “come on, just let me hear you properly.”
you fuss, desperate not to lose your approaching high, thus speaking louder. “i like you…”
“oh, good girl,” izuku says, the praise coming out as a moan, watching as your face gets even more red. sweat pills down his forehead as he speed up again, beginning to get lost in ecstasy, and you can feel the heavy swollen balls slapping against your ass tensing up. “you like my dick inside you? like the way i — fuck — say dirty things to you?”
“stop,” you whimper, not able to handle his teasing as pleasure threatened to also push you over the edge.
“you gonna cum? gonna,” — he hides his face in your neck, his pace sputtering — “gonna, fuck, cream on my cock?”
you nod fervently, toes curling as your orgasm crashes down on you, a moan ripped out of your throat when it does. with one last final thrust, he soon joins you in your euphoria, hilting himself as he cums, only to quickly pull out, and making sure to grip the filled condom by the ring to keep any semen from spilling out.
throwing the used rubber into a trashcan, he finally collapses besides you, and the two of you lay there next to each other, limbs splayed, chests heaving to catch their breaths, letting your minds quietly grasp the idea of what you’ve just done.
thighs quivering from the aftershocks, a warm floaty sensation spreads throughout your body as you truly comprehend the fact that you just lost your virginity to the boy you've liked all throughout your life— and that you took his too. however, a pang of guilt for your past behavior as well as a fear of opening up soon overwhelm you, cutting through the sweetness of the moment, making words tumble out before you’ve thought them through.
as you turn your head to look at him, you see that he was already looking at you, a pattern that feels all too familiar tonight. keeping your eyes downcast, you mumble, “i didn’t mean whatever i said, by the way. i was just…” but the words trail off as you don’t have a good excuse ready.
seeing right through your self-sabotage, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, offering you a soft smile. “i did. meant every word,” he whispers tenderly, before pausing momentarily to study your demeanor before speaking again. “if you ever want to talk about what you said… just know i’ll be waiting. and i’m okay with waiting.”
another moment of silence falls between you two. too tired to move away from him, you rest your head on his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his lungs. then, eventually, you break through the quiet, your voice timid and vulnerable in a way he hasn’t heard it in a long time.
“did you mean what you said? at the party?”
“what do you mean?” he asks, swiping away a stray hair out of your face.
“about…” you sigh, wishing he could just read your mind, “the sort of girl you like. or was that just to… mess with me?”
as he recalls what you are talking about, his smile deepens to a grin, his hand playing with the ends of you hair as he speaks. “you got worried?”
“can you just answer the damn question?” you whine, your hand swatting his chest— but not enough to hurt him.
he laughs, taking your assaulting hand into his. “i don’t have a specific type, no. it’s more like, i have a specific person on my mind all the time and i was just describing her. does that make sense?”
you go silent hearing his answer, taking a moment to truly wrap your head around what he was saying.
with no smart remark awaiting him, he speaks again.
“are you free friday? would you want to go get lunch or something? i’ll pay.”
your face turns up to look at his, gauging the seriousness of his proposition. but, then, you look back down, letting out a huff.
“well, if you fall in love with me or whatever, just know it’s your fault.”
“i’ll take full responsibility,” he says, chuckling.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: editing this to color the dialogue again OHHH HES SO ANNOYING YET CUTE AWWWW ARGHH I HATE LOVE HIM
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