🏁 eighteen plus only ! ⋆ minors don’t interact ⋆ smut ⋆ choking ⋆ power play ⋆ rough sex ? ⋆ fem reader
sometimes when izuku is on top of you, you can see him change.
like if you looked close enough, you could see a darkness that come crawling from the depths of those dazzling emerald eyes. ones that look at you like you hold the entire universe in the palm of your hands and then some. like you’re the one good thing on this forsaken earth.
even when they’re hooded as his hips lunge forward and the curve of his thick shaft reshapes your insides to recognise only him, even when throws his weight onto you between each grind and buck whilst he peers down at you through his lashes that are unfairly long lashes — you see the inky black that swallows the colours in his eyes and drowns out the softness he holds when it comes to you.
izuku would never hurt you, you know that — but you think that he’d want to. that you’d let him. because when he’s like this, lost in you and how your body keeps him hostage inside where it’s warmest, you bring out that other side of him. you mewl at the fingers that grip your waist so hard you might bruise beneath the skin, you let your sweaty back arch away from sex soiled sheets and bow into his star spotted chest — your eyes turn crazed when you feel those hands twitch up to your throat. it’s a promise that you’ll be okay.
it’s permission.
for him to cup your throat a little tighter than you’re used to, not like when izuku leans down to kiss you slow, savour your taste. it’s the kind of pressure intended to make you think less, breathe less — lower the oxygen that manages to meet your frenzied mind as he bullies his way into your sticky hole, pelvis smooshed against your clit like he’s forcing himself to fit against you. even though he already does, so perfectly.
izuku likes the look on your face when everything starts to tingle and your brain starts to shut down, all mushy from the pleasure and safely restricted airflow because again… he’d never hurt you. only in ways that you want, that you trust him to do. and he feels so powerful, thumb smoothing over the column of your neck and over your racing pulse. if you’re scared of him right now, on top of you — fucking you so good, so deep that your cream smears against the seems, then it doesn’t show. you’re too wet, too whiney and hungry for more because you clench down to keep izuku in, trap his sore and bulbous tip inside where he can bully your g-spot a little more.
he lets go before it gets too dangerous, the pace of his thrusts don’t falter and remain relentless — sexes squelching together in their own little harmony. but his lips are soft where his rough hands had once choked you, his words are tender on your skin as izuku kisses right over your Adam’s apple.
“you’re so good when you trust me, love,” he whispers, just low enough to make your pussy twitch and a dribble of your juices to join the frothy mix at the base of his shaft. “it’s dangerous.”
and it is. letting izuku play with your lifeline like that.
Izuku calls you a lot. He calls you a lot when he’s in the country, he calls you while he does your laundry or while hes on patrol. He’s had you on the phone while arresting some low level thief after they’d robbed a convenience store, he got in trouble for that one. But he called a lot, so it was no surprise that he called just as much if not more while out of the country, if not more.
So receiving calls from him was normal, receiving calls from him at one am on a wednesday while out of the country though, less normal. So while you were mostly just confused and half asleep, a part of you was worried as you pressed answer.
“Izuku? You okay, it’s so late?” You asked groggily. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you leaned over to flick on your lamp, phone still pressed to your ear. “What’s goin on?”
“I’m okay honey, I’m sorry I didn't mean to worry you. Were you asleep?” Izuku knew full well that you were asleep. He was in India right now, a country three-ish hours behind japan. He'd done the math, he knew damn well it was one am and therefore passed you designated bedtime. But he’d been painfully hard for the last thirty minutes and his hand hadn’t gotten him anywhere, he needed you. Or at least your voice.
“No it’s okay, what's up?” You continued to question him, you really didn’t mind that’d he'd called it was just odd for him to do so this late.
“I- uh- I just missed your voice” Not a full lie. “Was just hoping to talk, hear about your day?” It was a lame excuse for a man calling at one am but he wasn’t willing to admit why he really called yet.
“Oh okay, sure.” You were a tad suspicious, but Izuku called, it was what he did. “Um probably wasn’t as exciting as yours but uh let's see. Went shopping, for groceries not myself. You’d be surprised how much cheaper it is when I’m not feeding a human vacuum.” You began rambling on about your day. Going through what you did, how you couldn't find certain items, how you couldn’t reach certain shelves without him
Usually the sentiments would be nice, he’d laugh at your struggles or coo at how you needed him. Right now he was wrapping his hand around his base while imagining your voice saying other things. The way you sounded the last time he’d been inside you.
‘Right there Izuku’ “You feel so good” “Harder Zu” “Faster” “Fuck Zu” “Izuku, Izuku”
And paired with your voice in the background, even if you were currently talking about how you didn't know what color to paint your nails at the salon today, was all the more helpful. Ia Clearly.
“Nngh, fuck” A moan managed to escape his lips as his pace had gotten faster.
“Izuku?” You stopped mid sentence, having heard his slip up.A noise you were all too familiar with echoing through the speaker of your phone. “Are you..?”
“Yes, yeah. I’m sorry honey, I’m so sorry i just fuck-” Izuku was burning with embarrassment but honest none of that mattered right now. “Just missed you so much and I couldn’t help myself. Tried to do it alone but I just couldn’t” He explained pathetically. Letting go of his throbbing cock and throwing his head back into his pillow with a huff.
“Oh Zu..” You sighed slightly amused, “why didn't you say anything, I woulda helped you out.”
“I-I don’t know just please?” Izuku pleaded without remorse, he was aching for you and if you were offering he certainly wasn’t one to deny.You grinned lazily to yourself, despite his very clear distress it was flattering to know your boyfriend couldn’t come without you.
“I got you , I got you.” You spoke softly into the the speaker, “Tell me what you were thinkin about before you called.”
“The way you sounded.” He said simply, hand coming back to his dick, “ From before i left, how you were u-underneathe me.”
“Oh i remember,” it was an ongoing tradition to go at it like dogs in heat before he went on long missions. He’d had you in every position you could think of that night, on your back was where he finished though. He liked being able to watch your face. “Mmm that was so good. The way you had my leg on your shoulder, swear I could feel you in my stomach. That’s what you’re thinkin about, hmm?”
“Mm yeah” He moaned softly into the phone, “wasn’t enough though I couldn't”. You hummed in faux contemplation into the speaker
“Well that just won't do, will it baby?” His sounds of affirmation rang through loud and clear, “That's right. So just listen to me then. I know you already started so just slow down for me.” Izuku groaned softly but did as told, sure to voice his complaint.
“Please don’t tease, honey.” Voice tight with arousal as his fist moved slowly up and down his length.
“I’m not, promise. You remember how I do it, don't you. I always start slow, do it how I would.”
At that he sighs, imagining it’s your hand instead of his. Stroking at the tempo you would, thumb swiping over his tip gently the way your smaller one would. In a way that had him shuddering with a moan of your name.
“There we go, feels good when you imagine it’s me hm?”
“Yes, feels-feels so fucking good, Sweetheart.” Izuku’s voice took on a rasp it didn’t usually hold.
“I know, cause it’s what I do when I miss you.” His ears perked at that slight, you imagined him? Izuku moaned at the thought, at the metal image of you moaning his name as you touched yourself.
“You do?”
“Every single time, your hands are so much bigger than mine though, don’t feel as full.” He let out a loud groan and call of your name.
“Shitt baby, i need more.” Izuku begged lightly, aching to come.
“Speed up for me then, Zu. You know how I do it. Massage your balls with your other hand, the way we both know you like.” He nodded dumbly like you could see him. Other hand reaching down to cup his manhood, fondling them as he rubbed is length at a rapid pace. Doing both the way you would the days he'd come home pent up but too tired to do anything. Groaning and moaning your name as he did so. Abs tightening as he could feel his orgasm beginning to approach. “You’re doing so good for me Izuku, being such a good boy.”
“Oh fuck” his eyes screwed shut as the grip he had on his member tightened, “ ‘M gonna come for you, Sweetheart. Please, let me- fuck!”
“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess for me, you deserve it. Did so good now come for me Zu.” And he did. Izuku balls clenched as he grit his teeth in an attempt to muffle the long moan he let out as he came. Cock twitching in his hands as he pumped it raw, finishing all over his stomach and chest. Riding his high out until it hurt to keep going. Letting his already softening dick lay against his pelvis.
“Oh thank you, honey. Thank you, thank you.” He mumbled dazed and out of breathe.
“You're welcome, Izuku.” you smiled drowsy. Placing the phone on speaker and on your nightstand to charge. “Now go to bed. I’ll stay on the phone. “
“Okay,” He murmured. Grabbing a tissue to wipe himself clean half hazrdly before tucking himself back into his briefs and rolling ono his stomach. Placinghis phone on the pillow beside him. “Night Sweetheart. Love you”
Thinking about Roommate! Izuku walking in on you while you're stuffing your cunt with the painfully green hero-themed dildo.
How the shopping list he had been perfectly curating for your birthday falls gracefully to the floor and everything just freezes, well except the humiliating pop of your toy sliding out leaving you exposed and cunt spamming around nothing.
He blinks eyes on you before carefully stepping forward towering over you on the bed as he picks up the dildo expecting it.
“Kinda small, expected you to be able to take more.”
Of course, the man didn’t mean it in a lewd, sexy way just as a matter of fact. But beings above know you took it straight to your core a knot forming as you squirm to cover up.
“Are you just going to stand there or get out?”
You mumble cheeks getting warmer under his gaze, watching as he sits down and pushes away the blanket spreading your legs.
“And your technique was sloppy,may i?”
You’re eyes widen softly
And then my mind went blank bc im not a writer just a hornball.
deku is so fucking sleazy bro. he tries to act like he doesn’t care for the fame but he secretly loves. having people that literally worship him ? how could that not go to his head ! his favorites are the pretty girls with watery eyes that freeze up when they finally get a chance to meet him; they’re definitely the prettiest when he’s feeding them inch after inch of his cock. all innocent and doe eyed. it’s obviously too much , your cunt literally spasming around his cock, but you’ll never admit it. too afraid to let your number 1 down. because he’s here for you right ? took time out of his busy schedule to see you and you have the nerve to whine about how his fat dick is too much for your poor pussy ? and even if you did have the nerve complain and beg him to s-slow down , he’d just pick up the pace and fuck you harder. “t’aww, baby, you don’t mean it” his voice dulcet and deep, “m’so close, can’t stop now. pussy’s so good. you want me to feel good, right?”
Izuku has his arm under you as you lie on your back, pulling you closer to him with ease. He always keep his head on your chest, he likes to hear your heart race as his thick digits thrust in and out of your wet cunt.
"I like to watch my fingers disappear in you." He sighs dreamily and it makes your stomach tighten and your heart beat impossibly harder, faster. A small smirk on his lips that you can't see that has him hitting that spongy spot inside of you while his palm slams harder against your puffy lips and clit.
"But I love to watch you cum more. You'll cum for me." It isn't posed as a question, more of a statement because yes you will cum for Izuku. Like you did just a few minutes ago and like you are now, arching you back and throwing you head into your soft pillows as you cry out his name.
You've decided you like when your doe eyed boyfriend that you normally have crying under your red bottom heels takes charge first thing in the morning even if only he wants you to call him a good boy later.
izuku coming home after training, exhausted, achy and creaky, and resting his entire big boy weight on ur body. you wheeze but don’t tell him to get off, instead u stroke his hair and continue scroll on ur little tink tonk app while he puts his face immediately between your boobs. even grabs em and smushes them into his face. makes a little groaning sound, he is so tired and ur boobs are the only thing that can fix it.
“u alright there izuku?”u ask when he doesn’t move for a couple minutes. he just makes a dismissing grunt and peaks up from ur chest, “i love ur boobs.”
you can’t help but laugh and play with hair some more, finally adjusting to his bulk on top of u. he will stay there until ur going to pee urself or the sun explodes, which ever comes first.
shoto will always cop a feel in his sleep. dead of fuckinh night you wake up to this dudes cold ass fingers squeezing that shit like there’s no tomorrow. the first few times u push his arm away but eventually u get used to it and sleep thru, and then u wake up with the birds chirping and the sun shining and his freezing cold hand still on ur titty. at first u though maybe he was being slick and “doing it in his sleep”, but c’mon, if shoto wanted to he would, call him what you want but he is an honest man above all. when he wakes up, he gives it an experimental squig-squig. he looks to the side and oh, that’s what that was. he gives it another squig-squig and makes a sleepy little laugh, like a mangy teen boy thag just searched ‘naked girls’ for the first time,
“nice,” he will murmur.
dirty little man.
katsuki is a guarded little guy, until it comes to you. your presence is just about the only place he isn’t embarrassed to be silly or affectionate or care to much. he doesn’t have to worry about his image with you, because he’s already let you in, and you already love him, so there’s no pretending to do. so, when you say some dumb shit, he doesn’t stop to berate you like he would with other people. which is why he does pretty much anything you tell him to. one day, you were hanging out with each other in your room. he was lying on the bed, reading a book, and you were looking at yourself in the mirror.
“katsuki, i think my boobs are getting smaller.”
“oh yeah?” he didn’t even look up as he answered.
“yeah, can u come check?”
without a second thought, he sets his book down and gets to his feet, meandering behind you.
“hold em and make sure”
and without a single thought bouncing around in his skull, he puts his big man hands on your titties. he cups them and shakes them a little, giving them a little squeeze.
“well, they feel the same to me.”
“ok, that’s good. thank you.”
“anytime.”
...
“you can lie back down now.”
he starts like you just slapped him and scrambles away, letting go of ur boobies and throwing himself back onto bed.
you are one of the only people i feel like i can run to with my hornee izuku thirst i’msorry-
but listen. amazon. position. with. izuku. his knees pressed to his chest, ankles by your head. not being able to help begging you to go faster, promising he’s been a good boy. to take your frustration of the day out on him by using his dick cuz he’s seen how worked up you’ve been and and and- yeah :(
Humbly,
Pegnon🍁
im so sorry my beloved pegnon please forgive me for getting to this weeks later :(( you’re such a sweetheart, thank you so much for the kind words it means alot to me honestly :)) you had me foaming at the mouth with this one good god.
think about how one day you come home after a hard day of work — a hard week of stress that’s been building up in every category under the sun to the big bright round eyes of izuku. he knows how tiresome this week’s been for you. he sees how your warm smile continuously falters as every day passes and it’d be a lie if he said the slow absence of your affection and attention hasn’t had him feeling neglected. oh god and just think about how increasingly needy he’s gotten over the week. fucking the shit out of his fleshlight — his eyes becoming glossy when he can’t cum knowing that his cum only belongs in the depths of your cute little cunt.
once you’ve stepped through the door he’s all over you. disregarding your personal space as always and burying his face in your neck — whining against it. most of what he’s saying is incoherent except for the fragments of him begging for you. “you can use me”, he says “anything fr’you j-just want you to touch me — just wanna be inside” he gasps against your skin. so distraught that he’s almost inconsolable —gripping the fabric of your shirt and pleading for you to do something — anything.
which lead you here with him gripping the backs of his thighs and his curly hair splayed out against the pillows — looking at you with stars in his eyes as you harshly bounce yourself on his cock. the constant —shluck shluck everytime you sink back down it has him delirious and moaning out, “g-god fuck fuck keep going” n choking on a gasp, “swear m’gonna be s’good fr’you — i’ll be your good boy, i promise.” —knowing that this position doesn’t allow him to do much but act as your pretty little dildo.
and poor baby is so sensitive that he’s cumming before you — sobbing into the air and tears dribbling down his face — hiccuping sorry’s as he looks up in shame. and you almost feel bad for him for the way his body tenses up when you start your pace up again — hissing at the overstimulation and mindlessly babbling to you, as you continue to use his cock until he’s shriveling up and shooting nothing but blanks.
