#sub!deku

[deathbydabi]

— ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐭. 2 ❞

my hero academia

pairing. pro hero!izuku x villain!reader

word count. 6.5k (i wish i was joking)

warnings. izuku gets *manipulated*, sub!izuku, dom!reader, tentacles pt 2, cunnilingus, overstimulation, good boy izuku, anal penetration (m. receiving), semi-public, izuku gets called puppy, izuku can’t stop cumming, interrupted

part one

Oh god. He can’t help it. 

You’re too fucking pretty. 

When Izuku saw your number light up his phone last night with a text message asking him if he would like to go out to dinner, he swears to god he almost pissed himself with excitement. The last thing he expected when checking up on Kacchan after he went MIA during their clash with villains the other day was to come face to face with one of the prettiest girls he has ever seen. And then you asked for his number? Ugh, it was a total KO. Of course, that bubble popped pretty quickly after receiving an eardrum-bursting phone call from Kacchan, informing him (unnecessarily harshly) that the pretty girl who gave him her number was a notorious villain. 

“What are you saying… that the Tentiplicity kidnapped you from the battle, shot you up with a quirk-stifling drug, but instead of killing you or holding you for ransom, she brought you home while you were unconscious and completely vulnerable, tended to your injuries, and then left without a word? Kacchan, that doesn’t make sense.” Izuku huffs into the phone, brows furrowed as he racks his gargantuan brain for a more feasible explanation than the one his friend is providing. 

“It’s the truth! What am I, a fuckin’ octopus expert? I can’t explain why she did what she did, I just know that she did ‘em! Stop fuckin’ questioning me.” The explosive blonde snarls. The few frantic octaves that Kacchan’s voice pitches up from his usual low rumble tell Izuku that he might not be getting the whole, unaltered truth. He’s known the blond long enough to pick up on when he’s spewing bullshit. 

“But why would she do that? Why would she just… let you go?” Izuku presses, pacing his bedroom as Kacchan groans in annoyance and frustration. “It doesn’t make sense for a villain of her caliber to get her hands on a pro-hero and then do… nothing.” 

“You callin’ me a fuckin’ liar or something?!” 

“No, no— of course not!” He sighs. No good could come from getting his short-tempered companion any more worked up than he already was, even if it was so obvious that he was keeping a few notes of information to himself. But what could he possibly be keeping from him? What could Tentiplicity have done to make Kacchan, of all people, keep his mouth shut? A few possibilities flood his mind, but they’re so absurd and outlandish that Izuku doesn’t bother entertaining them for more than a few seconds. “I’m just… trying to make sense of it…” 

He glanced at the time on his watch, brows furrowing when he saw it was eight o’clock. 

“But, Kacchan,” he murmurs, chuckling anxiously as he peeks outside his apartment window, “I already agreed to go to dinner with her and she’s picking me up any minute.” 

“You WHAT?! Dinner?! With Tentiplicity?! Are you out of your freaking mind?!” 

“I didn’t know she was Tentiplicity when I agreed!” Izuku sighs, brushing his fingers roughly through his messy curls. He glances at his reflection in the full-length mirror, taking in his tidied appearance: a crisp white button-up that is probably a size or two too small for his muscular body and a pair of sleek black dress pants that hug his upper thighs. They were both oversized when he was sixteen. Guess he packed on a bit of muscle in the past four years. “You’re giving me a bit of a late notice here, Kacchan. If I had known she was a villain, I would have—wait, that’s it!” Izuke gasps.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking because I’m always ahead of you in every way, but tell me anyway.” Kacchan sneers. 

“When will I get a more perfect opportunity to take down Tentiplicity, Kacchan? No other heroes have been able to get their hands on her because she is so under the radar. But she doesn’t know I know who she is, so I have the upper hand! I’ll use this ‘date’ as a guise to arrest her!” Izuku beams at his brilliant idea, newfound excitement flooding his chest at the prospect of taking down another high-profile villain. That would definitely get him some bonus points from All-Might. “I just have to wait for the timing to be right.” 

“Bad idea. Very bad idea. You need to cancel the date. You don’t know who you’re dealing with, Izuku. She’s crazy. A fuckin’ lunatic. Nothings off the table with that freakin’ octo-bitch.” Kacchan hisses, immediately shitting on Izuku’s plan. 

“Hey, it’s a good idea! Just because you couldn’t take her doesn’t mean I can’t.” He grumbles before pale yellow light floods his bedroom window from a car passing by outside. He flinches as his phone dings against his ear, your number flashing across his screen as you text him that you’ve just pulled up. Izuku’s heart thumps nervously against his rib cage. 

“Oh, I took her just fuckin’ fine,” Kacchan says in a low voice, but Izuku is too distracted by the fact that his villainous date is now, as is currently, waiting outside of his apartment complex to pay his friend’s words any mind. 

“Crap. She’s here.” He mutters, mostly to himself. “I’ve gotta go, Kacchan. Wish me luck!” 

“Don’t go on this fuckin’ date, you stupid little—!” Izuku hangs up the phone before the blond can finish insulting him and quickly tucks it in his pocket, scuttling over to straighten himself out in the mirror before making his way out of his apartment, making sure to grab his wallet from the kitchen counter. He might be planning to arrest his date at the end of the night, but first and foremost, he was a gentleman, and a gentleman always pays. 

There’s no denying his buzzing nerves as he steps out into the cool night air, a soft breeze caressing his cheeks that have only recently begun to shed their baby fat. There’s a sleek black car parked at the curb, purring softly. The windows are heavily tinted, but he assumes it must be you. Swallowing down his anxiety, he saunters up to the passenger side window and drums his knuckles gently against the opaque glass. 

The window peels open, and he’s greeted by your playful gaze and grinning lips. For a moment, he forgets you’re a villain. 

“Goddamn…” the word slips out in a breathless whisper, a hot pink blush flushing his cheeks when you giggle, the sound so lovely he thinks he might melt on the spot. No, stop it, he catches himself quickly, she’s a villain who hurts innocent people. Don’t get flustered by her appearance. 

“It’s good to see you again, too, handsome~” you flirt seamlessly, unlocking the door and watching as he timidly slides into the faux leather seat. 

Your eyes slide slowly over his figure, the swells of his chest that seem to strain against the thin fabric with every breath, the narrow curve of his waist hugged by the hem of his dark slacks, which squeeze the muscular flesh of his thighs. The sleeves of his too-tight button-up are rolled up to the junctures of his elbows, showcasing his scarred forearms. Not to mention the rather luxurious-looking gold and black watch wrapped securely around his slim wrist. If he notices your heated stare, he doesn’t mention it. 

Instead, Izuku clears his throat and smiles at you sheepishly. “S- Sorry. You look… really nice.” 

“No apologies necessary.” You wave off his concerns, casting him a look of bashfulness so sweet that it has Izuku second-guessing Kacchan’s claim that you’re capable of being a ruthless criminal. “I’m glad you agreed to come out to dinner with me. I was worried that I was being a little too forward.” 

“N- No! It wasn’t forward at all! I mean— it was forward but not too forward b–because I–I also wanted to… go out… with you.” Izuku sputters clumsily, mentally smacking himself across the face for getting so easily worked up. Your soft peals of laughter only make him feel more embarrassed, but he quickly clears his throat and straightens out his back, refusing to let himself look small in front of you. He is a hero after all. “So, I’m glad you asked me out. Is what I’m trying to say.” 

“You’re cute, Izuku~” you grin, shifting the car into drive and pulling out of the complex. 

Izuku watches his building vanish in the rear-view mirror and suddenly wishes he had insisted more on driving. He swallows back a wave of fresh nerves as he fully grasps his situation. Kacchan wouldn’t lie about you being a villain. Izuku trusts that wholeheartedly. So he knows for sure that he is currently sitting in the car with none other than the villainess Tentiplicity, pretending to be something that she’s not—a sweet, innocent girl. Even if you play the part well, he knows it’s just an act, a disguise. 

He can’t help but wonder why you would ask him out in the first place. You must know he’s a hero, especially considering his ranking on the hero billboard charts. The two of you have never directly fought before. He wasn’t even aware that you were involved with the group of villains trying to rob the bank vaults the other day when Kacchan vanished. You must’ve taken a more stealthy role in that operation, and then snagged the opportunity to take a hero hostage when the operation started falling apart.

But that brings him back to his earlier question: why did you return Katsuki unharmed without even holding him for ransom? It doesn’t make any sense. You must have taken him for a reason. Tentiplicity is cunning, calculating. There’s a reason heroes or authorities have never caught you. Tentiplicity is best known for her involvement in high-profile robberies, whether it be dangerous weapons, massive sums of money, or classified information. You’ve done it all. 

Since you’re a more stealth-oriented criminal, there isn’t too much information about you outside of the fact that you can produce tentacles from your body that can reach up to thirty feet in length. Although unconfirmed, there have been reports of your tentacles being able to produce a paralytic substance absorbed by human skin upon contact. 

It wouldn’t be difficult for you to slip a tentacle over the center console and touch him. The thought makes Izuku tense, cautious. He watches you from the corner of his eye, on high alert for any sudden movement you might make as you drive to the restaurant.

You had decided on one he was familiar with, a family-owned Italian place ten minutes or so from his complex. He knew the way there by heart, so he’d notice pretty quickly if you deviate from the route. It’s a small comfort, one he clings to as his nerves settle into an unpleasant itch beneath his skin. 

Timing. This is going to be all about getting the right timing. 

“So…” he clears his throat, “why did you ask me out?” 

“Curious?” You smirk. 

“A little…” he confesses. “I mean, it was pretty abrupt, you know?” 

“Honestly, it was kind of spur of the moment. I’m not usually that bold, but… god, something about those freckles. I just couldn’t help myself~” 

Something about your tone sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine. It’s different from the one you’ve been using— darker, richer. Is that your real voice? His toes curl in his dress shoes. When did his heart start beating so fast? He swallows a lungful of air, chest suddenly tight as his stomach swirls. Fear? Definitely. But, there’s something else, too. He can’t quite put his finger on it, and he’s not convinced he wants to. 

“You think I’m attractive,” Izuku says. The boldness with which the words slip from his own lips makes the hero blush. 

“Extremely.” You're shamelessly flirting with him now. It’s unfamiliar territory, being so blatantly come-on to. Enough so that he keeps his mouth shut the remainder of the drive. If there’s one skill Izuku is sub-par at, it’s flirting with pretty villains. 

As soon as the car is parked, Izuku scurries out to open your door for you, ever the gentleman. You purr your gratitude and link arms with the blushing hero, allowing him to lead you into the restaurant. He tries not to flinch at the way your blood red nails press into his bicep as the hostess guides the pair of you to a secluded booth in the back per your request and sets down two menus. The dim orange lighting feels strangely intimate as Izuku slides onto the vinyl cushion across from you. 

Acoustic guitar thrums through unseen speakers, weaving through the faint conversation of other patrons. Izuku can’t decide whether or not it’s to his advantage that the restaurant is rather crowded. But he doubts you’ll feel inclined to reveal yourself to a restaurant full of people, given your secretive reputation. 

“T- Thank you for helping Kacchan the other day,” Izuku says, cutting through the brief lull between you as you look over the drink options. “I was pretty worried when he suddenly went missing from our mission. I can’t imagine what must’ve happened. Where did you, um… find him, anyways?” He hopes it doesn’t come off too interrogation-y. But it seems you anticipated such questions. That, or you're a phenomenal on-the-spot liar. Either seems plausible. 

“It was pure luck, really,” you don’t look up from the menu as you speak. “He was just lying there, unconscious in the middle of the street. I honestly thought he was dead for a few seconds. He must’ve gotten hit pretty hard to get knocked out like that.” 

Izuku wonders if he’s just imagining the subtle rise of your cheeks, the faint smirk in your voice. “Right. Very lucky.” He nods like he believes the words coming out of your mouth, drumming his fingers over the cover of his own unopened menu. “I wonder how he got there. On the street, I mean. We were in the basement of that old bank on 5th Ave when we got separated.” 

You still don’t look up, voice taking on a bored edge. “That is strange, isn’t it?” Izuku opens his mouth, intending to keep pressing, but flinches in mild surprise when you abruptly snap your menu shut and lay it down on the table before leaning forward on your elbows, propping your chin on interlaced fingers. “Hey, Izuku. Can I ask you a question?” 

The look in your eyes is different, he realizes. Sharper. Darker. Almost… predatory. 

A nervous laugh hiccups from his throat. “You just did,” he jokes lamely, clearing his throat at your responding blank stare. “I, uh… Yeah. Yes. Go ahead.” 

The air shifts, suddenly heavy. 

“What are your thoughts on calamari?” 

Goosebumps prickled across Izuku’s arm, anticipation spreading beneath his skin like an uncomfortable itch. “Personally? I prefer katsudon.” 

You kiss your teeth in disappointment. “That’s a shame.” 

Izuku doesn’t hesitate. Black whip spears out from his knuckles beneath the table, the serpentine, black tendrils winding tightly around your legs and waist, effectively restraining you. But you don’t flinch, not even a little. 

The smug look on your face transforms into a mocking pout. “Oh? Are we done playing pretend already? But I haven’t even ordered my wine yet.” 

It’s jarring. Just how quickly you drop the nice girl act. Everything about your pretend demeanor simply falls away, revealing the dangerous nature lurking beneath the gilded mask. Your presence seems to swell, not literally, but in some unfathomable way that fills the space around you, like some kind of dark aura. It is probably considered bad form to restrain and arrest your date before the appetizers come out, but Izuku decides he can make an exception just this once.

“Tentaplicity,” Izuku starts, voice firm and low as he glares across the table, tightening black whip’s grip around you. “You are under arrest for crimes against the country of Japan, including robbery, trespassing, espionage—” 

A sharp peel of laughter cuts him off, your suddenly blazing eyes flaring with amusement. “Now you’re just getting ahead of yourself, don’t you think, Izuku? You’re going to spoil all of my fun,” you croon, clicking your tongue. “And you were being such a good boy, too. I’m feeling strangely disappointed.” 

Annoyance curls at the corners of Izuku’s mouth. You weren’t taking him seriously at all. In fact, you seem entirely unaffected by the fact that he currently has you bound with his quirk. Your indifference nicks the hero’s ego a bit, confidence wavering. “This is the end of the line, Tentaplicity. You’re going to prison. It’s over.” 

“Oh, is that right?” Condescension drips from your tongue, thick and saccharine as raw honey. 

Heat seeps across the back of Izuku’s neck. “Yes.” He says in a huff, moving like he’s about to stand. Until he feels something slick and warm creeping up his pant leg, and freezes instead. 

You smile at him innocently. “Sit down, Izuku. Unless you want me to bring this entire restaurant down with all of these innocent civilians inside of it.” 

The threat makes Izuku’s body go rigid. Shit. He made a mistake. He glances down towards his leg, where a sleek purple tentacle curls around his calf.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

How could he have been so careless? Assuming those damn tentacles wouldn’t be able to slip out when he had you restrained. He had no idea of the full extent of your abilities or if those rumors of paralytic substances were true. If they were, this could be checkmate. 

A whispered curse slips from Izuku’s mouth as he slowly sits back down, jaw clenching irritably. 

“That’s it. Such a good listener.” The praise only makes him scowl harder, rousing a mirthful grin across your face. “Izuku, I really do like you. I wasn’t lying before, about finding you attractive.” 

Red blossoms across the hero’s face despite his best efforts to will it away. He hates how his body responds to the beautiful villain’s empty flattery, hates how it heats him from the inside out like something molten, pooling in his lower belly and spreading through his veins—wait. Wait, no. This feeling… It’s not from the flattery. No way. It’s something else entirely.

His scarred hands flex into tight fists where they sit on his thighs, his gaze dropping to discover that his too-tight dress pants are tight for a wholly new and unexpected reason. 

“Wha— why am I—?” 

“Hard?” You interrupt, simpering as your tentacle trails further up his leg until it's slithering over his knee. 

Izuku jolts and folds forward, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle a jagged moan. He’s so confused. What the hell is happening inside of him? Why does he feel so… so fucking horny? 

“I’ll tell you what, Izuku,” you lean over the table as the grip of his black whip slackens around you. “I’ll leave everyone here alone if you walk outside with me right now. What do you think? A pretty reasonable deal, right? No one has to get hurt. And I’ll tell you alllll about my quirk. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Hm, Izuku?” 

Every time you say his name, Izuku finds himself that much closer to coming undone right then and there. His body is a live wire, every nerve ending crackling with white hot electricity. It’s like he’s under siege by some invisible force eating away at the edges of his sanity. He can’t remember the last time he felt heat like this. Maybe he never has. He’s not thinking straight. 

That’s probably why his head bobs all on its own, and his traitorous mouth opens, husking out a breathless, “okay.”

The tentacle retreats from his leg, but that hot, hazy feeling remains. His knees wobble beneath him when he stands, weak and unstable. You loop an arm around him to support his unsteady weight and tug him tight against your side. He leans into you without a fight and allows you to guide him out of the restaurant, much to your waitress’s dismay. You placate her with a smooth lie about him suddenly feeling ill, his flushed face and unfocused gaze a convincing testament to the falsity.  

By the time you step into the cool night air, Izuku is coming back to himself, bit by bit. His back slumps against the rough stone of the exterior wall once you round a corner to a secluded side of the building, dropping onto his ass as he fights to catch his breath. 

“Geez, I barely used my quirk, and you’re already this weak? Sensitive little thing. I guess I’ll have to be gentler with you.” You muse, eyeing him with a lazy smirk.

He stares up at you from the floor. “Y– your quirk… you excrete… an aphrodisiac-like substance from your tentacles that s–stimulates the nervous s–system, inducing pleasurable sensations in people you touch,” he whispers, his lust-fogged brain working a mile a minute. Shamefully, he wishes he had his notebook on him to write it all down. 

Your brows lift, amusement glinting in your eyes. “Quick one, aren’t you?” 

“Just… observant.” 

“And modest to boot,” your gaze rakes over him, finding the hero cuter and more fascinating by the second. Even in the shadowed alley, those big, round eyes like mossy pools of green sparkle up at you with unrestrained curiosity. It’s almost flattering. 

What a strange boy.

“Is that—is that what you did to Kacchan?” 

You smile. “You really want to know? What I did to Kacchan?” Your voice curls as a faint, violet glow pulses from behind you, a pair of twin tentacles slithering into view. The sight of them steals the breath from Izuku’s chest. “I can show you if you like.” 

Izuku swallows the saliva filling his mouth as the otherworldly appendages extend towards him. Against his better judgment, he reaches out, sliding a rough palm over one of the smooth, coiling limbs. It’s almost glossy in texture and appearance, just slightly translucent, like blown glass fresh from the furnace. The pro hero gasps as the tapered tip coils around his arm, squeezing gently, the other creeping up his clothed thigh. That feeling from before returns, gentler now, less all-consuming, a faint thrumming warmth just beneath his skin. 

“Oh,” he gasps. His knees press together and draw up towards his chest, but the tentacles coil around each of his ankles, roughly yanking his legs apart, damn near sending him sprawling across the stone sidewalk below. “Ah! H– hey!” 

“Shh, puppy. Don’t wanna make a scene now, do we?” You move forward with startling swiftness, feet planted on either side of Izuku’s thighs, and he has to crane his neck back to look up at you. He nearly chokes on his tongue when your dress shifts, and he catches a flash of black underwear. Instinctively, he looks away, but a tight fist in his mossy curls forces his attention back to you. “Eyes on me.” 

Your tone demands obedience.

And, in spite of himself, of everything he knows about just how dangerous you are, he finds himself obeying. He’s not sure why, but he gets the feeling you won’t hurt him. You didn't hurt Kacchan. Not technically. 

“Good boy,” you hum, caressing his head. “Look at that pretty face. Bet it would look even better between my thighs.” 

Izuku’s breath catches in his throat. Between… your thighs? 

“Why do you look so scared? Fuck, don’t tell me you’ve never eaten someone out before.” The laughter in your words makes Izuku blush hotly, his responding silence speaking volumes. It’s not a far leap to assume the poor boy is a virgin. The thought that he’s never been properly touched makes you coo at him. “So puppy needs some training, is that it?” 

The hero’s chest practically vibrates with each rapid thud of his heart. He can’t believe this is really happening. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to learn. To touch, to taste. You’re just too fucking pretty. It’s driving him to the brink of insanity. Maybe that’s why he shyly leans forward, nuzzling at the inside of your thigh, kissing the warm flesh with trembling lips. “Yeah…” he murmurs huskily. “Can I?” 

Oh, how precious. 

“How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. Is this really the same hero who was ready to haul you off to jail a few moments ago? 

Thick eyelashes kiss the top of his cheeks as he gently closes his lips over your cotton clad heat, sucking so softly, so unsurely, that it coaxes a scoff from you. He opens up and drags the flat of his pink tongue slowly over the soft, thin fabric, slicking it with warm saliva. He can just barely taste you through it, but the scent of you alone is enough to draw a husky moan from somewhere low in his throat as he makes out with your clothes slit. The soft vibrations send a shudder rippling up your spine. 

“Not too bad for a virgin,” you taunt, reaching down the slip the crotch of your underwear to the side, exposing the glistening flesh beneath to the hero kneeling before you. 

Izuku’s body seems to seize up, breath caught behind his teeth as he stares wide eyed at your plush cunt.

How can you be pretty down there, too? How can someone be so fucking beautiful? It’s unfair. He never stood a chance. He was fucked from the moment he laid eyes on you. It didn’t matter that you were a villain, not in that moment, at least. Not when he wanted you in such a visceral, bone-deep way. So severely that his very marrow seemed to sing with its need for you. He can’t tell if everything he’s feeling is just a symptom of your quirk, but honestly, he doesn’t really care. 

He’s ravenous. And you’ve just presented him with a plate of the sweetest ambrosia.

 “C’mon. Give it a proper taste.” 

The sound of your voice snaps him out of his trance, and he looks up at you, only then realizing that a thick puddle of saliva has pooled in his mouth, the tiniest bit of drool escaping the corner. He doesn’t bother swallowing. Because he suddenly remembers Kirishima telling him one time, “the wetter, the better.” 

A ragged gasp rips from your chest as Izuku attaches his sloppy mouth to your bare slit, lapping and slurping at you like a man starved. He more than makes up for his lack of technique with sheer enthusiasm.

Rough, calloused hands squeeze the flesh of your thighs, dull nails biting crescents. Yours burrow into his thick curls, pulling him closer, a silent urging for more. And he gets the message loud and clear.

Whether he intends to or not, his nose ends up circling your clit as he feasts on you, stimulating the little but incessantly. Gasping, your hips arch towards his mouth, pleasure rippling down your spine. 

“You like it? Is it yummy, puppy?” You coo, grinning down at him wickedly as your fingers card through his hair, tugging every so often.

“Mhm. Thank you—thank you. So good, tastes so good,” he babbles against your hot skin, not even bothering to pull away to speak, unable and unwilling to detach from his new favorite flavor: a subtle, almost coppery tang of bitterness entrapped within honeyed tendrils of sweetness that explode across his taste buds.

A sloppy concoction of your slick and his spit leaks from the corners of his eager mouth and spills down the length of his pale throat, but he couldn’t care less about the mess he’s making. 

Izuku is so absorbed in eating you out that he doesn’t notice the tentacles slipping towards him. Not until one squirms into the confines of his dress pants and slick heat engulfs his rigid dick, squeezing and pulsing around him in such a way that he can only let out a startled yelp before his body bucks and a searing load saturates his slacks. 

You let out a scoffing laugh. “Seriously? That quick? We’ll have to work on your self-control, puppy.” You click your tongue in feigned disappointment, and Izuku flushes red, tears of embarrassment wetting his eyes. 

“Y– you caught me off guard…” he glares up at you weakly, squeaking when the tentacle’s grip tightens around him once more. Oversensitivity ricochets through him, and he grabs at the slick appendage in a fruitless bid for control.. “Ah! Wait—!”

“Did I tell you you could stop?” You sneer, dragging his face back between your thighs. “Keep eating.” 

The hero whimpers helplessly, his body squirming as he’s dragged towards a second orgasm within the span of a few seconds. But he obeys like the good boy he is and resumes lapping at you, muffling his moans and whines in the soft flesh of your cunt. The sounds vibrate against your clit, sparks of electricity making the muscles of your thighs tighten. You hitch one over his shoulder, your heel digging into his lower back, watching as it arches beneath the gentle pressure. 

Dangerous inspiration curls in the back of your mind.

There’s no time to brace himself before Izuku feels a distinctive caress against the base of his spine. A caress that slips lower. And lower.

He breaks away from your heat for the second time, much to your utter distaste, gasping into the cool night air as his head whirls around, eyes bulging at the sight of one of your tentacles disappearing down the back of his pants. 

“Wait, no—” any protests wither and die on his lips when he feels pressure. Warm and wet, almost like he’s being licked at. No, exactly like he’s being licked at. Embarrassment and blood-heating pleasure set upon him, the two conflicting emotions giving him whiplash. “I– hold on—” words fail him. Displaced by devastatingly beautiful sounds of euphoria. Against his will his body presses back, hips grinding against the tentacle currently teasing his hole before jerking forward to fuck into the one gripping his cock. Stimulation ravages him from both ends.  “Coming, coming, coming.” 

“Again? Jesus Christ,” you grip his jaw, forcing his head up and back to get a proper look at his sinful expression. Eyes rolling, mouth drooling, skin pink and perspiring. It’s fucking pathetic how sensitive he is to even the slightest titillation. “That dick of yours is a fucking fountain. Seriously, how many rounds do you have in you?” You pause at your own question and grin. “Should we find out?” 

The threat (or promise?) of being made to cum until he physically couldn’t anymore both terrified and electrified Izuku. His mind and body can barely handle this much, and now you want to milk him dry? No. No, he couldn’t. He’d die. No fucking—

“Yeah.” 

Fuck. 

“Mm, I knew you’d like that. Boys like you always do. Going around pretending you're not aching to get those pretty little brains of your fucked out.” The taunting makes Izuku writhe, impatience licking at his every nerve. “Lucky for you, I’m not so easy to fool.” 

Izuku nods stupidly, ready to agree with just about anything you say if it means you’ll keep making him feel like this. Like nothing else in the world exists.

Scarred hands surge forward to clutch at your thighs when the pressure on his hole turns breaching. And god, does he open up around you ever so deliciously.

He’s cumming for a third time by the time the first three inches are inside, shuddering and whining a broken version of your villain name as the dark spot on the front of his dress pants spreads. His tight walls squeeze tight around your alien appendage, clinging desperately like his body is trying to suck you in. 

A soft moan flutters from your lips, and Izuku nearly cums again from the sound alone. So pretty. So fucking pretty. He wants to hear more. 

His warm mouth is back on you in the next second, desperately searching for the spot that makes you tick. He finds it with a careful swipe of his tongue through your slick folds, a small bud at the very top that earns him a shuddered gasp. He doesn’t miss a beat before he’s latching on and sucking, eliciting more and more of those beautiful reactions that make molten heat pool in his belly. 

The tentacle inside of him suddenly curls, drilling into his own sensitive bundle of nerves like a damn homing missile. If he hadn’t been holding onto you so tightly, he would have collapsed onto the stone below, a dumb little fuck toy eager to take whatever you’re willing to give him.

But at his core, Izuku is a giver.

And he is going to give as good as he’s getting if it fucking kills him, even if it means suffocating himself in the warm wetness of your twitching cunt. Which, honestly, doesn’t seem like a bad way to go. 

“That’s it, puppy, right there,” you whisper, gasping softly at the dual pleasure currently blazing through your blood and overwhelming your senses. The tentacle fucking Izuku speeds up, pounding into his ass so brutally that you can feel every sharp jerk of his body giving beneath the force. Every whimper and moan resonates through your clit, and all at once your release is surging over you. “Right there—!” 

Izuku sobs with delight at the first gush you bestow upon him, splattering messily across his blissed out face. The tension in his own gut snaps violently once more at the knowledge alone that he was able to bring you to that edge.

“Fuck, enough,” you hiss, grabbing his hair and forcefully dragging him off of your pulsing cunt when he refuses to do so on his own. 

He whines with disappointment, peering up at you with unfocused, lust-drunk eyes, swollen lips, and flushed skin glistening with your essence. You scoff slightly, swiping a thumb over his slick chin before pressing it into his mouth. He’s more than happy to oblige to the silent command, sucking the taste of you from the digit with a hoarse moan. 

“You’re so pathetic that it’s almost cute.” You slide your leg off his shoulder, the movement followed by a wet pop as you slide your tentacle out of his fluttering heat, much to the hero’s dismay.

“W- was that good?” He asks shakily, licking his lips as he watches you straighten yourself out. You raise a brow, amusement dancing across your face. You should have guessed that he’s the type to need reassurances. Those big green eyes were practically begging for praise.

So you hum and stroke his hair with all the tenderness you can afford. “Isn’t it obvious?” Izuku blushes when you gesture towards the mess between your thighs. The very mess he’d created. 

Swallowing, he hesitates before pressing a soft kiss to the skin just above your knee, an almost reverent gesture. “For me, too. I liked it. A lot.” 

“That was obvious, too.” He yelps when your tentacle gives his spent cock one final squeeze before slipping away, leaving him to soften in his cum-soaked slacks. “I could eat you alive, I swear.”

Between your soft chuckles and his responding whine, you almost miss it. A soft sound from the entrance of the alley, something like the sharp intake of breath. Almost. 

Both of your eyes snap over, locking onto the silhouette of a man, rigid with shock at the scene before him. 

Izuku blanches. Not only were they caught, but he’d have to be an idiot not to recognize that distinctive dichromatic hair, even in the dull shadows of the alley. 

“T-Todoroki, it’s not—” Izuku splutters, words catching in his throat and shattering. 

You barely manage to rear back before a wall of ice spears through the space between you and Izuku. Cold breath hisses from the glacial barricade and kisses your face. 

A voice, colder than the ice before you, rasps from the man. “Midoriya, run.” 

Heat like a blazing inferno roars, red flames snap violent jaws and force you back, but you’re too slow. You slam your teeth down on your lip to muffle a sound of distress as one of your tentacles is singed. Fuck, that was hot. Irritation nips at you.

“I guess I’ll have to cut this play session short.” In the span of a second, your tentacles erupt from you, extending into the sky and finding purchase on the roof of a nearby building. You meet Izuku’s gaze once more and shoot him a salacious wink. 

“Tenta—” Izuku starts, but you’re already shooting into the air in a blur of luminescent violet. Graceful and brutal and powerful. The moonlight caresses your silhouette like a yearning lover before you vanish into the dark maze of buildings. To his embarrassment, his exhausted dick manages a weak twitch. He drops his head into his palms, laughing in disbelief as everything that just happened rushes back over him. “Shit. I must be out of my mind…”

“Midoriya!” Any agonizing he could do over his little… escapade with one of the city’s most notorious villains is abruptly cut short as Shoto comes rushing over, heterochromatic eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay?”

Izuku’s hands fly to cover the dark stain on his crotch, a crimson flush consuming his face. “I’m fine!” He says too quickly and clears his throat. “I’m fine.”

Shoto lets out a breath of relief, the tension in his shoulders deflating. “That was Tentaplicity, wasn’t it? Those tentacles…” he trails off, looking skyward as Izuku pushes himself up onto shaky legs, hands clasped deliberately in front of him. “I knew she was a villain, but… I didn’t realize she was a cannibal, too.” 

“Yeah, I— wait,” the green-haired hero sputters. “Cannibal? What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Well, she said she could eat you alive,” Shoto said in all seriousness, brows furrowed in concern. “I was really worried.”

Silence stretches between the two boys. Izuku breaks it with a snort. “No, that’s not—” he shakes his head and grins. “Ah, whatever. Thank you, Shoto. You seriously saved my a—um, me.” 

It’s not exactly priority number one to divulge the fact that he had very little interest in being saved. None at all, actually. He would have gladly stayed between your thighs, stuffed full for the rest of the night if you had allowed it. 

His ass throbs as he slumps into the passenger seat of Shoto’s car after the other man offers him a ride home. He’s grateful, since he’s not sure he’s up for the hour-long walk back to his place in his current state considering his original ride slung into the sky and hauled ass like Doctor Otto Octavius. He’s grateful that Shoto doesn’t ask questions about his disheveled state and sudden limp, probably assuming they stemmed from a fight with Tentaplicity. 

A soft buzz in his pocket makes Izuku flinch. With eager, fumbling hands, he quickly pulls it out and stares at the screen wide-eyed, trying to process what he’s reading. 

Sorry about our date ending so abruptly ;( I was really hoping to spend more time with you, shame we were interrupted by that pretty boy with the two-tone hair. Friend of yours? Maybe he can join us during our next playtime. 

xoxo,

Tentaplicity ♡

[13-ontheshore-26]

01. orgasm control

kinktober 01. deku x reader

“You can have him take care of you later. Right now, a lapful of Izuku, glistening with sweat and asking you to touch him, is too good a moment to pass up.”

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✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ WORD COUNT: 2107.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ CW: sub!deku, f!dom!reader, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cum eating (slightly, at the end), nipple play, pet names (angel, baby, on izuku's part; honey, baby, 'zuku on yours), one(?i think) instance of [name] being used.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ a/n: a friend requested this so this is a kind thank u to herrrrrr <3 also am so behind on kinktober, i might just pick and choose which from the earlier prompts i write and try to keep on schedule with the ones left from now on.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ thank you to @strangergraphics for the halloweeny, spooky divider.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ likes, reblogs, comments are appreciatedddddd <3 scream randomly, write a paragraph, will love anything :P asks and requests are open and character/fandom list will be pinned in intro post on this very blog ;)

"Izuku..."

You let your voice trail off, looking down at the boy laid between your legs, head on your chest.

Izuku rolls his head back, damp curls tickling your cheek and green eyes staring pleadingly at you.

"Y-yes, angel?" Izuku's voice cracks on the way out, not helped by the way your arms, wrapped around him, stroke up and down his torso. One hand trails slowly over the lines of his abs, the other tracing circles over one of his pecs.

"Nothing...just wanted to hear your voice," you smile down at him cheekily. "Why, is there something you need from me honey?" You let your hand move down from his abs to trace softly above the line of his boxers, which are tented and damp in the front. Izuku whimpers, hips jerking up to get your touch as close as he can.

"P-please, angel. Can you-mmm-" He cuts off into a broken moan as you reach down and caress the tent in his boxers, rolling the palm of your hand over the clothed head of his cock.

"Can I what?" You grin, running your other hand in tight circles over one of his nipples as you keep up the constant massaging over his boxers.

Izuku gasps, back arching and hips twitching as he tries to decide whether to push his chest or his hips further into your touch.

"C-can you touch my...my-" You laugh as he chokes on his own words when you press a little harder over his cock, which leaks more in response into the front of his boxers. "Can you t-touch my...hah...m-my cock...please?" Izuku begs, head turned to pant into your neck as he mouths the words into your skin.

"Of course 'Zuku, all you had to do was-" your hand rises to trace over his waistband again before slipping under to run over his V-line.

"Ask."

You wrap your hand around his cock and Izuku breaks into a loud moan, turning into a shout as you run your palm across the head of his cock, smearing it with the precum leaking from the tip.

You slide your hand lower, rubbing precum over his length, letting it ease the glide of your hand up and down his cock. Izuku moans, hips twitching as you speed up your movements, sliding your palm over the head of his cock on the come-up.

Your fingers, pinching at one of his nipples, dig into the skin of chest only slightly at his answering whine. Izuku glances down and his voice cracks as he sees the markings you leave behind.

"Please, please, please," he mumbles, breathing the words into your neck. He's writhing in your lap, unable to keep still as you press and pull at him.

You shift in your seat, not unaffected by the sight of your usually sweet boyfriend begging for you in your lap. "Hm?" You huff out, "what do you need honey? Tell me if you want it."

Whimpers spill over into Izuku's words as he pleads with you, "Angel, p-please, please, just a little faster."

His hands have curled into fists where they rest on your legs and he unclenches one to run it up over your thigh, hot and crackling with the static of his Quirk. His touch sends warmth spreading over your body and you have to bite back the hitch in your breath before you speak.

"So sweet, of course, honey." You let your hand speed up on him before you drop your mouth lower, letting your lips graze the heated skin where his jaw meets his throat, before biting down, hard, over his soft skin.

"A-Angel!" Izuku cries out, making you incredibly grateful to have turned down rooming with Mina and Jiro between the sounds of your hand on his cock and his echoing moans and whimpers.

Izuku's head thrashes, unlatching you from his neck and leaving behind a mark too high to be hidden by any of his shirts. You laugh out loud, ignoring his whining, and bring your mouth down to his shoulder. As you worry a new mark into his skin, Izuku gets louder; his hand stops stroking up your thigh, instead clenching down on it. The unspoken promise of the bruise he'll leave behind almost makes you groan into his skin.

But your attention is drawn back to how his hips are arching off the bed now, his fingers digging into your thigh, eyes closing as your hand speeds up on him.

"Baby, thank you, thank you, thank you-ah! No-" Izuku's thanks get cut short as your hand slows, then stops, your fingers forming a circle at the base of your boyfriend's cock. You break out in laughter at the way he flips his head up to stare at you, eyes wide and pitiful, lower lip pouted out comically.

"Angel...why?" Izuku's voice is shaking, but if it's from genuine distress or he's trying to get sympathy points, you can't tell. He leans his head back into your shoulder and now you can definitely tell that the pouting, at least, is for sympathy points. But the way it deepens as you tighten your fingers around his cock almost, almost, makes you break.

"Izuku..." You smile.

"Why not?"

Izuku opens his mouth to respond, but the sudden motion of your hand on him makes him gasp, curling forward over his cock, red and leaking after being denied what he desperately wanted.

"A-ah, too fast," he cries out, hand on your thigh squeezing relentlessly while he tries to catch your wrist with his other hand.

You laugh, letting go of him to swat his hand away, before returning, rolling your palm over the head of his cock, making him shout, hips bucking into your touch even as he tries to shield himself from you.

"C'mon 'Zuku. Thought you wanted to cum?" You tease, moving your other hand from his chest to his hair. You yank him back by sweat-damp curls, forcing him to look at you as he shudders over the speed of your hand on his weeping cock.

"Hnn-not...not like this...too sensitive," Izuku looks close to tears now, hand in his hair and on his cock almost too much for him. And you loved it; after all, what was the point of having such a sensitive boyfriend if you couldn't use it to tease him a little?

"Well then...you should have said that honey. But since you didn't...well, now you'll remember for next time, right?" You release his hair, letting his head drop forward so he has nowhere to look except for where his tip peeks out from within your fist every so often. You smile at the red creeping up Izuku's chest at the lewd display and reach down to cup his balls in your free hand, rolling them in your palm.

Your mouth dries in almost visceral want at Izuku's reaction.

He unfolds himself at the touch, hips jerking up, chasing your touch. His mouth hangs open, and, if you listen hard enough, you can hear his every-present string of mumbling return.

"Angel, baby, please, please, please. C'mon, little more, too good, too good, gonna cum, gonna, gonna-" Izuku's voice cuts off in a wail as you stop your hands from their teasing touch. He hangs his head back over your shoulder, eyes gleaming with his tears.

"W-what-" You answer before he can finish forming the sentence.

"Honey...did you forget? What are you supposed to ask me, Izuku?"

You watch his eyes focus on you as he tries to work up an answer, then unfocus as you allow your touch to return, infuriatingly soft.

"U-um-" he chokes on his words as you run your finger up and down the vein that bulges at the underside of his cock. "Uh...oh. I-I'm-"

His voice gets quiet, shy as he tries to force the words out. It's your favorite part of these moments between you two -- making your sweet Izuku ask so shamelessly for what he wants.

If you were a better person, you would say it's because you want to get him used to saying what he wants. But if you're being honest? Izuku just sounds too pretty when he begs for what he wants.

"Can I, can I cum?" His voice is almost too quiet to hear, but you let it slide as he looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed, puppy-dog eyes in full effect.

You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, hiding your smirk in his hair and masking the way your stomach clenches at his words.

You can have him take care of you later. Right now, a lapful of Izuku, glistening with sweat and asking you to touch him, is too good a moment to pass up.

Now, you say, "Of course, Izuku. So polite, right baby?"

Izuku nods, head tipping up and down dizzyingly as he opens his mouth to answer.

You take the moment to let your hand start moving again, not giving him a break before matching your earlier speed. Izuku's mouth, half-open, drops, his words cut off into the loudest moan you've heard from him.

"T-thank yo-u," he tries to respond, but he breaks off into a sudden whine as you bring a hand up to pinch, teasing, at his nipple. You roll the bud between your fingers, watching as it gets red and swollen, a match to the leaking head of his cock and the flush of his lips.

Izuku's hips, no longer pressed into place with your arm, thrust up in tiny, aborted movements.

His chest heaves, body trying to decide between thrusting up into the tight ring your hand makes or the rough pinch of your fingers.

You're sure there's some sort of wonder in your eyes, as you look down at the flushed, squirming vision Izuku makes. You can't help the way they eagerly drink in every part of his reaction, the red flush over his pecs and neck, the way sweat glistens in the creases of his abs.

But the best part, by far, is the way his voice, pitchy after his whining died down, is muttering your name in quiet bursts under his breath as his hips cant up into your hand.

"[Name]-hah, please, please-please, [Name] angel, please, l-let me-" Izuku cuts himself off as you tighten your grip around his cock and his eyelids slam shut, hips jerking to a halt mid-air.

His mouth falls open on the yell that leaves him with your grip tightening to the perfect point for him to reach his peak.

"A-ah, hnn-angel, thank you, t-thank you, tha-ank you," Izuku chants as his cock spurts messily, leaving glistening streaks over his heaving stomach, pooling in the jut of his hips, the dip of his bellybutton.

He thrusts weakly into the hold of your fingers, riding out his orgasm with half-moans that taper off into whimpers. They pitch up as you tug at his nipple a final time and he drops his head back, whimpering, as one final rush of cum spills from him, pooling, dripping over your fist on his cock.

Izuku finally relaxes his body, leaning heavily into you as you ease your hands from his body. He closes his eyes, breath heaving as his freckled face cools down from the red taking it over.

The press of your fingers to his lower lip rouses him, you having swiped your fingers through the mess on his stomach.

He parts his lips on reflex, sucking as you push your fingers into his mouth, humming in contentment at the taste of his own cum on his tongue.

The smile on your face belies the heat in your stomach at the sight in front of you.

Izuku blinks his eyes up at you, a second sense for knowing when the tables have turned. A smile curls his lips around your fingers and he releases them with a parting kiss to the tips. He makes to turn around, before you gently push him back, hands on his shoulders forcing him to lay back and rest.

"Mm-mm 'Zuku. I'm good honey, I promise." You reach over to grab the tissues on your nightstand with one hand, using the other to massage softly into his shoulder.

You do mean what you say, but you know your boyfriend too well to expect him to take that laying down.

Izuku smirks up at you, giving in for the moment to lean back into your chest. But you don't miss the way that, before he closes his eyes as you begin to wipe at his stomach, he mouths:

"10 minutes."

You stifle a laugh, continuing your ministrations over him.

You can't wait.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ a/n: guyz...this turned out so much longer than i thought it would..thanks for reading if you read all the way thru :1

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ xoxox, marzie ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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Flirting? Touching? Maybe Both?

Izuku x blk fem!reader

warnings: NSFW!!! oral sex (m), handjob, cum eating, cum swapping, sub!Izuku

a/n - this is my very first smut so please don't expect no out-of-this-world type of smut. This is just a concept some of my moots gave me and I wrote what I could. I had them read it and they said I should post so I did. Enjoy! (excuse any errors)

w.c - 2.4k

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Izuku was a very shy and awkward boy back in high school when it came to girls. Would freeze up when a girl talked to him and turn into a literal strawberry when even touched by a girl. That went on for his first year in high school. He thought he would remain that shy awkward boy the rest of his time in grade school, but he was wrong, fortunately.

In the middle of his second year, he started to get more acquainted with the girls around him. He felt more comfortable talking with them and wouldn't blush all crazy when they gave him a simple touch like a handshake. By his third and final year of high school, he began to get admirers. Izuku had gone through a growth spurt the summer before his third year began and the attention he received from his female counterparts surprised him.

Since he was more confident in his words and looks, he would take the compliments, small gifts, and even date offers. But since none of the girls felt right to him, he would let them off easy. Some would understand and offer to be friends while others would be offended and tell him how much he's missing out on. Because of this Izuku has never done anything remotely sexual with a girl besides kissing.

Girls have tried to get him to go to second base, but Izuku just pushed them away and said,

"You’re a really nice girl, but I just don't want to do that with you."

He kept this streak going until he met you late in his third year. You both had first met in your AP Psychology class. You were a new transfer student from the states and couldn't find a seat in the overly filled class so he quickly offered the seat next to him. Unknown to you the seat belonged to another girl but Izuku got annoyed with her persistent flirting and took this as a chance. And he was so glad he did.

In your first couple of encounters with Izuku, you only showed him the surface of your personality. Easy-going, funny, witty. Just an overall kind girl that he had to keep around. And that he did. Now in your first year of college, he began to call you his best friend since he kept you on a pedestal as high as Bakugo's. Since your friendship progressed so quickly you began to show him more sides of you. That's when he started to notice how flirty you had become with everyone, even him. You were always close to him, very touchy, and made slick sexual innuendos. Everyone always said you were a very flirty person, noticing it early on, but Izuku picked up late on it. Not too long in, he got used to it, the comments still made him blush though.

Although, the more he received your comments, the more he wondered if you would actually act upon them. He often wondered how far you would go, specifically with him. You were a very attractive woman so the thought of doing anything sexual with you did not put him off. It actually turned him on more than anything.

Right now, you both were in his apartment, trying to cook a Japanese recipe that you found in a cookbook.

“Hey, Izzy? Say this for me,” you held up the phone to his face so he could see the highlighted Japanese word.

“Ummm tsukune” he said with wide innocent eyes. You looked back at him, but this time you were biting your bottom lip. You then smirked and leaned closer to your green-haired friend.

“Your voice sounds so nice and smooth, Izzy. Say it again for me baby.” Izuku blushed violently, making you laugh. “You’re so fun to mess with, oh my god.”

Izuku laughed along with you. If Izuku didn't know you any better, he would think that you liked him. Which would help him ease the small crush that he has on you. But it was just a small crush so he wasn't too worried about it. He's more worried about his sexual attraction towards you. The flirting is harmless, but actually trying to take the next step was something that he didn’t know how to do.

“I flirt with you so much, I figured you'd be used to it by now. You still blush like a little middle schooler though,” you grinned putting the chicken meatballs in the oven.

Izuku gave you a wobbly smile while scratching the back of his neck, “You’re the only one that doesn't make it creepy. When other girls do it, it feels just wrong.”

“Oh! So you saying I'm a top-tier flirter?” you quipped, leaning against the counter. Hearing your amused tone made him roll his eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, you're such a ‘top tier flirter’.” Izuku drawled, throwing up air quotes, “But seriously though, when you do it I'm not uncomfortable with it.”

You hummed, nodding your head, and stepped around the counter to get closer to Izuku, “So…..do you like it?”

“Huh?” Izuku faltered, with wide eyes.

“Do you like it when I flirt with you, sweetheart?” you purred, leaning more into his space. He could smell the cocoa butter that you spread on your brown skin earlier from how close you were to him.

He didn't know what to do but sputter like an idiot. Usually, when girls push up on him like this he rejects them quickly, but this was you. He couldn't reject you. He wanted this but he didn't know how to go to the next step and the last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself more than he already has. Maybe I should’ve messed around with more girls so I wouldn’t be sputtering like an idiot, he thought to himself. Luckily, his sputtering had ceased when the timer on your phone went off. Saved by the bell, he thought to himself. You backed away with a small smirk and pulled out the tsukune.

“Come help me plate these please, Izzy,” you requested innocently as if you didn't just almost put him into cardiac arrest.

Izuku pulled himself out of a daze and proceeded to help you. After plating the food you both sat down and ate while watching Cadillac Records. Well, while you watched the movie because Izuku was too busy thinking about the kitchen encounter. Was that just playful flirting? Sometimes you would lean close but never to that extent. Plus your voice sounded different. It wasn't flirty, no, it was more seductive and serious. The tone had his blood pumping straight to his cock just thinking about it. Would you use that tone with him if you were to touch him? He doesn't even think he could handle your touch, especially on his cock. Your hands were as soft as silk and the thought of them wrapped around him, pumping him up and down-

“Izzy, you okay? You're breathing kind of shaky over there. And you're all red, too,” you reach to touch his cheek and he swears he almost moans, but instead he shivers.

“I-I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little hot, that’s all.” he trembled. You proceeded to caress his red cheek before giving him a smug smirk.

“I don't see how. The AC is on-” he finally looked up at you, and the smirk on your face never faltered-“You never answered my question earlier, Izzy.”

For a split second, he forgot what question you were talking about, but his memory was quickly regained when he looked down and thought of your flirting.

“Do I like it when you flirt with me?” you nodded, turning his face so he could look at you, “Y-yes.”

Your hand then moved from his cheek to running down his chest slowly.

“Is that all you like that I do to you?” you whispered.

Izuku couldn't believe that you were doing this. He didn't even think that you liked him sexually. Always thought flirting was playful when it came to you.

“I umm, I like when you touch m-me.” he murmured while his heart raced and his nails dug into his thighs. He felt like he was about to lose it. He hasn’t stuttered this much since his first year. You then leaned in so close that just a centimeter closer, your lips would touch.

“Do you want me to touch you more, baby? Will you let me touch your cock?” you purred, kissing the corner of his lip.

Izuku whined as he let out a weak “fuck” from his lips. By the time you were done speaking, your hand was inches away from his cock and he was dying for you to touch him. He would start begging at this point, but he wanted to let you know about his lack of experience. So with the last bit of sanity, he has left, he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. Looking up at you and he saw a concerned look on your face, hoping you didn't truly make him uncomfortable.

“I want to, it’s just that I never got touched like that before.” your eyes widened in shock before they softened up.

“Are you really okay with me doing this for you, Izuku?” he nodded slowly but surely, letting go of your wrist.

“Please, Y/N.” The sound of his desperate plea made you want to devour him.

Adjusting yourself to sit on your legs, with your other hand you gripped his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pecks turned into kissing and soon enough you slipped your tongue into his mouth making him whimper. As your tongues played together, your hand slipped into his sweats, wrapping around his cock. He pulled away in surprise, moaning out loudly. Giving him a few quick pumps, his eyes focus on you pulling his sweats down to his thighs and his cock springing out. Precum spilled at the tip and just seeing the size of him made your mouth water.

“Fuck, Y/N, please” he begged.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” you breathed, placing soft kisses on his neck. Index finger slowly dragging on the underside of his dick, his body shuddered causing his head to fall back to rest on the couch.

“P-please touch my cock” he mewled.

Deciding to not tease him anymore, you held your hand to his face, “Spit on my hand, baby.”

He did as told so you proceeded to uphold his request. You pumped his cock slowly at first, making his tense body relax into the couch. Mixing his saliva and his precum, your movements got faster and more smooth. All the while you were sucking and biting on his neck, breathy moans escaped his lips.

“F-fuck fuuuck, oh god” he closed his eyes tightly trying not to cum too quickly.

Your thumb swiped over his slit causing him to gasp sharply. Pulling away from his neck you take notice of his reactions, making a promise to yourself that you'll see this face more often. Seeing him so relaxed and feeling good made you uncomfortably wet. You just wanted to ride him until you both were overstimulated and crying. But right now you just wanted him in your mouth. You leaned down and slowly dragged your tongue over the tip of his cock while still gripping him firmly.

“Oh shit! Shi- nnngh, please, please” his voice trembled, feeling your tongue swipe over him almost made him cum so he gave a death grip to your thigh to stop himself.

You continued to roll your tongue all over his slit and tip, moaning at the taste of him. Suddenly, you lift up slightly, still close to his sensitive dick. He whined in protest, wondering why you stopped.

“You want me to suck your cock, Izzy?” you breathed over his sensitive tip. He moaned out a yes, but you wanted him to request nicely. Moving to the floor, you placed yourself in front of him and spread his legs open.

“Yes, what?” you dragged your tongue on the underside of his cock. Tears puddled at the corners of his eyes as small whimpers escaped his mouth.

“Yes, m-mommy”, your eyes widened slightly, but a smirk followed.

“Wasn’t expecting that, but I ain't complaining. Keep your eyes on me, okay?” he nodded shakily.

Izuku choked up, feeling your mouth finally wrap and suck hard on his red tip. The sudden action caused his hips to jerk slightly and a deep groan left his throat. You hum around him, pleased with his reaction. You take him deeper in your mouth, practically swallowing around his cock, making a series of whines and pleas leave his drooling mouth.

“Sh-shit, your mouth feels so good.”

“Nnnngh, fuuuck, please. W-wanna cum…”

“M-ommy can I cu- fuck!”

You pulled off of the overwhelmed boy, opting for massaging his aching cock.

“ I never said you couldn't cum, you just wanted to be a good boy for me, huh?” he nodded with tears running down his red face, “For that you can come in my mouth.”

He groaned out loudly from you saying that. His hips bucked when you suckled hard on his sensitive tip while also pumping his cock. His breathing became more erratic the harder you sucked and the faster you pumped.

“Mommy, nnnngh fuck! I’m c-cumming, I’m cummin-”

His body shook as he finally released in your mouth in spurts. He came a lot so you swallowed around his cock to gather as much as you could. You looked up to see a fucked out Izuku with his eyes closed tongue lolling out of his mouth. Smacking him softly his eyes opened and he whined because you were still giving his soft cock lazy pumps. You gripped his chin and slotted your mouth with his, kissing him with a mouthful of cum. You can tell he wasn't expecting it, but he moaned and went along with it when you swapped the cum into his mouth. The kiss was messy and sloppy but you both didn't care, too lost in the high. He started to whimper and paw at your hand that was still on his cock. You removed your hand as you both swallowed his obscene amount of cum, and caught your breaths. With your foreheads resting against each other’s, you both sat in a comfortable, messy silence. You decided to break it.

“So,” you sighed, “Mommy, huh?”

“Oh god.” He whined shamefully, burying his head in your chest as you laughed.

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[azareel-writes]

midoriya would be the cutest sub fr. pure househusband material.

he'd greet you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek when you get home from work. no matter how long you've been together, he gets flustered when you kiss him on the lips.

you'll want to tease him a lot to see the redness cover his freckled face. tell him how much you love and adore him, over and over. praise him, praise him, praise him.

izuku takes things to heart, especially his mistakes. pinky promise you aren't mad when he breaks a glass yet again. scold him when he forgets to care for himself but be sure to gently wipe his tears. kiss him slowly, remind him you are his anchor, his partner in everything.

please, take care of izuku. love him with your whole being, just like he does for you ♡

[nixonio]

sub shoto! pls pegging him and fking him dumb- overstimming him just to see his fked out face

To be honest, seeing Shoto's normally calm expression morph into Ahegao would be far too good, don't you think?

Shoto never really had time to touch himself, even when he was back in highschool. He found himself far too fixated on his heroic goals to even think about it. So when he became a pro it was no different, worse even. Poor guy had worked himself to the bone, so you'd decided to...help him out.

After about an hour of searching with Adam & Eve, you'd found the prettiest strap on(conveniently Shoto themed), and rushed to throw it into your cart.

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"H-haAh~ Y/N, b-baby...so- AhHh~ s-so good~"

You found yourself indulging in the wonderful strap you’d made note of awhile back. 

Shoto had been face down, drooling onto the pillow beneath him as he greedily indulged in the pool of pleasure he’d been drowning in. His mind had become a puddle. You’d found it hard to believe but endless moans fell from Shoto’s lips, hiccups occuring each time your hips smacked against his. Shoto’s tongue fell out as he mindlessly fucked himself back onto you. Such a state was unfamiliar to you, such a contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.

“A-ah! Plea-ease, Wanna..wanna cum...g-gonna-” Poor thing curled his toes, one hand gripping the sheets as the other reached back to jerk himself off. His eye rolled back farther than he’d believed to be possible. Shoto’s wrist began to spasm as his lover’s delicious cock abused his prostate, jamming into it with seemingly no end in sight. “Oh, baby~ you shouldn’t do that..” you cooed after realizing the dilemma between his legs. Your cool fingertips tiptoed down his back, bringing a new sensation of pleasure to him. His back arched slightly as a response. “Don’t worry, I have just the thing to help. So be a good boy and move that pretty hand of yours~” 

Shoto, being the good boy he was, willed himself to let go of his desperate cock(of course, followed by gripping onto the sheets for dear life. “Please..p-please..! S-so close...! Wanna..o-oh gods- s-so good.” 

“It’s ok baby, just hold out a lil longer. I promise I’ll let you cum.” And just as promised, you pulled out another toy, one that’d caught your attention while searching on other websites. 

An onahole. 

It was clear, and due to the seemingly endless flow of precum coming from your precious boy’s cock, you didn’t need lube. Constant begging fell from his lips as you tapped his side gently, a familiar gesture which signaled him to roll onto his back(which he did very well, despite the trembling of his own body). 

With this action, you were granted the masterpiece you’d created. Tears streamed down his cheeks, along with a waterfall of drool sliding down the corner of his lip. Along with this waterfall of liquid, came mindless babbling. “So good, w-want more..p-plea...” his sentences became incoherent, his eyes dizzy and unfocused. He didn’t seem to be focused on you, despite his mind allowing  him to think only of you.

Fulfilling his wish, you slipped the onahole onto his twitching shaft, watching as he reacted immediately. Shoto’s back arched forward, eyes rolling back once again as you jerked him off yourself(which felt much better to him, anyway). “Go ahead, baby.” You spoke, though you weren’t sure he heard you through his own broken sobs. As soon as you said the word though “It’s alright, cum for me~” Shoto’s head shot back, crying to the heavens as he released thick ropes of his seed into the artificial pussy(that in no way compared to yours). 

It seemed Shoto may have tricked himself into believing that it was over, so when you continued to jerk him off after only about thirty seconds to recover, he was more than surprised. If his delirious cries had anything to say about it. He would make an attempt to stop you, though. “N-no more, c-can’t take..can’t-” Before he’d spurt out more thick rope into his new favorite toy. The giddy smile on his face said otherwise, though. And the tip of your fake cock ramming into his sensitive spots definitely didn’t help his case. He’d contradict himself 

”More, p-p-please! I-I can’t- d-don’t- f-fuck- yes!!”

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After about four different orgasms in different positions, you’d let him rest. He heaved into your chest, enjoying the praises you began to give him, telling him how he’d done so well for you, how perfect he was. It continued of course, until you’d soothed him into dreamland.

[gojou-violin]

Im gonna rip my hair out- I have sub!Deku brain rot, and the only way it can be cured is to receive asks about him.

[mirrrrinda]

This was inspired by @ cherrykamado ‘s tanjiro fic so check it out it’s fucking great :)

(All characters are aged up)

‼️18+‼️please minors dni‼️

Izuku’s a nice guy, a good boy. He’s not sure if that’s just his nature or if he’s only behaving because he’s in love with the praise that comes with it. Specially when it’s you the one praising him.

You’re on top as always, his fat dick buried inside you. Calloused hands grip at your hips, you can feel his thumbs massaging the skin puffing out at the joint of your bend legs and hipbones. He’s doing such a good job, letting you move up and down slowly, teasing him and driving him insane just how he likes it. He hasn’t even tried to thrust up, knowing that would earn him a cold stare from you and a few spanks (he doesn’t mind those though).

“Shit Zuzu, love the way you fill me up baby.” The real struggle begins once you open your mouth and the sweet compliments reach his ears. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” He nods eagerly and opens up his mouth to suck at one of your fingers. He moans.

This night Izuku’s feeling impatient, you’ve been edging and cock warming him for two hours now. Building him up, settling for a steady rhythm only to slow down as he’s nearing his orgasm. He’s getting tired of your little games but still fights against the urge to disobey you, biting down on his lower lip and griping tighter on your body. Nothing seems to work, as you ruin yet another one of his orgasms, completely stopping your movements and pecking his rosy lips.

“Babe, I can’t- ugh” Your skilled mouth sucking on the right spot on the side of his neck interrupts him mid sentence. You know exactly what you’re doing, bringing him to the edge and encouraging him to cross the line. “Fuck, that’s it.”

And with that he rolls you over, settling in on top of you and pinning you down to the bed by grabbing onto your wrists.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I can’t I-It’s too much, I need to-“ He can’t even form a coherent thought, lust clouding his brain as his feral instincts take over. That’s what you’ve been waiting for this whole time.

He starts thrusting in and out of you, his soft self lost behind desire but he’s still a gentleman.

“I’m sorry baby please don’t be mad im so sorry - I need you god fuck im sorry but I really need you” those are the only words that come out of his mouth.

He’s so busy burying his cock inside you to even notice the bulge on your stomach. Once you see it you can’t keep yourself from letting out a needy whine, catching his attention. Now our pretty boy is smart, and he instantly takes notice of the little bump on your belly, one hand pressing down on it.

“Shit baby look at it, look that’s me, that’s me filling you up shit- baby I love you let me be inside you for a little more please” you have no idea when it happened but now it’s you the one having to hold back an orgasm. Your golden boyfriend staring down at you with his big shiny eyes as he fucks you dumb, begging you to wait a little longer and take the time to really feel him inside you. But it’s too much, you’re not used to this like Izuku is, so it really presents a huge challenge for you.

“Zuzu-agh I-I don’t know how much longer I can take it plea-please babe-“ Your words are cut off by his lips pressing against yours, the hand on your belly pressing down harder now. It’s a lot, the feeling of his teeth pulling on your lower lip, his hand, the bulge, his thick dick stuffing you full.

“Sh sh baby, just hold on a little longer please, I’m so sorry but I have to do this, I’m sorry I love you, I love- agh shit shit- I love you so so much”

Tears stream down your cheeks and he licks them clean, going down to suck at your neck. His thrusts are erratic and you can tell he’s getting closer with every second but you can’t wait any longer.

“Zuzu I’m gonna cum I-I can’t I’m gonna”

“It’s okay baby, it’s fine it’s okay” He reassures you. “Cum for me love”

And you do, you come hard and even after your thighs stop shaking and you’ve come down from your high your boyfriend’s still going. He still fucks you harshly, earning high pitched whines from you over being overstimulated.

“Sh baby it’s okay, you’re okay im sorry I can’t stop, it’s fine you feel so good babe you can take it, please do it for me.” His words are intoxicating and all you do is cry out soft moans and join his hand down on your belly. It’s the first time you’re feeling him inside you from the outside, it sends shivers down your spine. “Feel that? It’s me, I’m making you feel this good, because I love you baby I’d do anything for you. See? I’m meant to be here, inside you, feel it, feel me.”

You’re a mess, you can’t really talk because every time you open your mouth a moan comes out instead. There’s drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and your eyes are fighting to stay open. You know Izuku needs your words, he needs your praise to finally get what he desires, so you make one last effort.

“Zu-zu you feel- agh shit you feel good” his dick is pulsing inside you, his grip on you tightens. “Fuck babe you’re so good, such a good boy.” Every word is almost a whisper, whiny and needy.

His pace grows quicker and he’s somehow deeper in you than before. You manage to wrap your arms around his back and pull him in closer to you, reaching next to his ear as you say the trigger words.

“My good boy”

You can feel it, the warmth spreading inside you and dripping down your whole. Izuku is silent, he’s usually very vocal during action but as soon as he’s high up there his mouth shuts closed. His body though, his body really shows what he’s going through.

His muscles tense and you know he’s gonna leave bruises on both sides of your hips, his lips suck hard on your skin and licks desperately. Once he’s coming down from his high he lets out a deep sigh and buries his face even further into the crook of your neck, hands going up and down your body as he caresses every inch of skin.

He finally lifts up his head to look at you, flashing you a lazy smile and kissing you in the softest way possible, right after fucking you out of your senses.