synopsis: Izuku accidentally embarrassed you at Kirishima's engagement party. When you get home you give him his punishment.
it's implied that reader and Izuku are both switches, but reader is the more dominant one in this part.
warnings: use of handcuffs, strap on, lube. use of words mommy and mistress. slight cunnilingus. sub!Izuku, dom!reader. blue balls!! if I missed anything please dm me.
NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"M-mommy please.." A small whimper snuck it's way out of Izuku's throat while he sat on the fluffy bed the two of you shared. He was sat facing the door where you had just entered from, his hands on his knees and sitting on his feet-- patiently waiting on your return like a good puppy. "I-I didn't mean to get upset.. h-he just had his hands on you a-an-" You put your index finger in front of your lips and his teary-eyes instantly locked onto it and he shut his mouth.
When he looked back up into your eyes he could tell you were upset with him. He already suspected you were when you had grabbed him by his forearm and dragged him out of Kirishima's engagement party after Izuku caused a scene.
You had been talking to some of your peers when your old friend, Denki, showed up late after his hero-duties. He had exclaimed your name happily and ran to throw his arms around you. It had been what? 2 years since he has had time to have a proper conversation with you? Too long, that's for sure.
Your jealous pup stood in the doorway of the living room (where you stood) and the kitchen. Glass shattering sounded after he had squeezed the champagne glasses he had gotten for the two of you. Doe-eyes widened as he looked down at his hands, not meaning to break the glass. He was just surprised to have seen another man hugging you when he entered the room- he didn't mean to cause a scene.
However, you would hop on any chance for a reason to tease Izuku in bed. Breaking Kirishima's glasses was a good reason- not to mention he also had spilled the champagne down the nice outfit you had bought him.
"I don't remember giving you permission to talk." You scolded the quivering man on your bed. His hands clenched the flesh on his knees tighter, his knuckles nearly turning white.
He chewed on his bottom lip with flushed cheeks as he nervously awaited your next move. His big green eyes followed you as you slowly walked to your closet and disappeared inside. He heard some opening of boxes and metal clanging around before you appeared again.
By then, his mind had been racing with what you were gonna do to him and he wanted to try apologizing again. "I'm s-so sorry, mommy. I swear I didn't mean to break the glass, I-I just-" He was cut off by you lightly slapping his thigh with one of your hands. The other one was hidden behind your back. His eyes glanced to where your arm disappeared behind you and then back up to your eyes. "Wh-"
This time you grabbed a fistful of curly green hair and pulled his hair back to shut him up. "You're talkative today, aren't you, darling?" You let go of his hair but he kept his face looking up at you as you towered in front of him.
"I-I'll be quie-" You stuck your index and middle finger in his mouth making him let out a sweet whine. His eyes began tearing up as your fingers played with his tongue. His saliva was getting your fingers nice and wet while your fingers shut him up.
"Puppy, I still didn't give you permission to talk." You took your fingers out of his mouth and put them in your own, tasting him before wiping the mixed-saliva off on your pants. "Turn around and get on all fours like a good boy."
Izuku widened his eyes as he quickly obeyed, turning away from you to get on his hands and knees. His nervous hands grasped the bed sheets in anticipation.
A gasp escaped his body as his chest and face suddenly came in to contact with the bed sheets. You had pressed the palm of your hand against his back and shoved him forward so he was arching his back-- ass in the air while his chest, shoulders and face were pressed into the mattress.
"Mistress!" He exclaimed as you grabbed his arms and held them against his back. He was quick to realize what your sneaky hand had been hiding behind your back when he felt a cold metal clasp around one of his wrists. Tears began to spill out of his eyes as he could tell where this night was headed. He loved, loved, loved touching you during intimate moments and you knew that. You knew how much of a punishment it was for him to have his hands cuffed behind his back.
"These hands got you in trouble today, Zuzu. And you thought I was gonna let you use them tonight?" You forced an exasperated laugh that made Izuku's toes curl and another whine escape from the cavern of despair growing in his chest.
"M'sorry! So sorry-" You pushed his head into the mattress to muffle his speech. He really was not listening to you tonight, was he?
Your tongue clicked in your mouth in disappoint as you released his head from your grip. "I'm disappointed in you tonight, puppy. You were a bad boy." His head snapped to look at you from over his shoulder, his eyes wide and wet with tears. He secretly loved when you degraded him. He loved when you made him cry and you loved it too.
You slowly laid your chest against his back as you crawled forward until your lips were next to his ear. "Seeing you like this makes me horny, but you don't deserve to get off tonight now, do you?" His eyes widened in horror as he rapidly shook his head. It was an accident! He didn't mean to break those glasses and now he was going to be punished? "Zuku, I asked you a question. That's when you're supposed to talk." Your hands found their way into his hair and you gave his locks a harsh pull.
"Ah- Ah- M'sorry! No, I-" He took in a deep shaky breath as your grip in his hair didn't loosen. "I don't deserve- I don't deserve to cum." As he spoke you let your tongue trail up the shell of his ear, that way when you spoke your breath would create a cold chill on his skin.
"And why's that?"
"Cause I-" He sniffled a bit as he tried to compose himself. "Cause I' been a bad boy.." His words went directly to your heated core. Something about having the strong, muscular number one hero whimpering under your hold was extremely hot. Having a man who can easily over power you, yet submits to you is so sexy.
You let out a little hum as you rolled him onto his back, his hands still cuffed behind him. "Is this okay?" You asked, wanting to make sure you weren't unintentionally hurting the love of your life. Izuku nodded his head as he nervously stared at you. What did you have planned? "Mm, good boy. Now stay still for me, okay?" Your fingers dug into his hips and slowly massaged the flesh, before you leaned down and gently kissed the muscles on his belly. You could feel the muscles flex as they tried to keep his cock from twitching under your innocent kisses, but you felt him press against your sternum. He had previously stripped when you made him enter the room and sit on the bed, yet here you were fully clothed and kissing him.
He so badly wanted to reach out his hands and bring you in for a messy, hot kiss but he kept his hands restrained like a good boy (even though he very easily could have broken free).
His head threw back flush against the pillow as his body involuntarily bucked his hips up to try and get some relief from your chest. Your nails dug a little into his hips as a warning to stop before he made things worse for himself.
You leaned away from him, now straddling his lower thighs just above his knees and fuck was he hot. His muscular chest was stuttering up and down as the number one hero tried to get his body under control. He knew he wasn't going to get pleasure out of tonight, but he also knew that that meant tomorrow you were going to endlessly praise him all day and give him whatever he wanted. His cock jumped at the thought of that.
"Mistress, please.." He whispered as your hands trailed the insides of his thighs, oh so dangerously close to his cock.
A slap on his thigh startled him and he looked down at you with wide eyes and pouty lips. "Oh, my sweet Izuku. You don't learn, do you?" His hands nervously clenched underneath him as you stood up on your knees.
"M'sorry, what did I do?" His eyes widened as he saw you slip your dark green lace underwear down your thighs. "Fuck.." He muttered as he could feel his cock nearly burning. He wanted to touch himself so bad- he wanted to touch you even more.
"Ah, bad boy. You still are speaking when I haven't given you permission to talk." A flash of regret swept over his eyes as he squirmed underneath you. He wanted to apologize, but he wasn't sure he was allowed to so he kept his jaw clenched shut.
You hiked your dress up your hips as you crawled up Izuku's body. You bent down and gave him a sweet kiss of reassurance before crawling higher until your knees were on either side of his head straddling him. You felt his eyes burning directly into the glistening slick coming out of you. "You're gonna let me use you, okay, sweet boy?" He desperately nodded his head which made his nose hit your clit a few times. "Fuck.." you let out a tiny whimper as your hands found their way to clench the headboard.
You lowered your hips a little more until you felt your pussy connect with Izuku's lips, him immediately sticking out his tongue to lap up your taste. He absolutely loved being able to taste you, but he also knew it was just going to make his cock ache for you even more. He had to push that thought to the back of his head. He wanted to focus on pleasing you.
"M'gonna shut you up with my pussy.." You told him as you slowly rocked your hips against him. He slid his wet muscle inside of you before continuing his way up and rolling it around your clit. You both let out whines and it made your legs clench around his head.
His slurping wet noises embarrassed you a little bit, but the thought of his face buried in your pussy as you sat on him was quickly causing your tummy to feel heated. His moans also vibrated and stimulated you further and you couldn't help but throw your head back with another whine. "Fuck- ah, good fuckin' boy, Zuku. Fuck!" You continued to ride his face but you both knew it wasn't enough. You both knew his fingers curled inside of you is what would ultimately help throw you over the edge and release all over his face.
But, they were currently stuck underneath his back.
As much as you didn't want to leave the embrace of Izuku's warm lips, you also weren't too keen on edging yourself against them. You wanted relief and you knew what would help give you that.
He hadn't noticed before, but you had laid something else at the front of the bed. When you moved your hips away from him he let out an upset whine as he watched you crawl across the bed. He saw your hand reach down to grab something and you came back up with straps and a dildo.
His heart began to race, what the hell were you planning to do with those? He wanted to ask, but he knew he'd get in more trouble if he did.
You set the items down on your bed as you reached behind you for the zipper on your dress. You slowly slipped the material off your body and it left you naked in front of Izuku. The boy strained his head as he tried to get a good look at your soaking cunt and your chest. You were so, so perfect. And he wanted to tell you, but he knew he'd get in more trouble if he did.
"Wh- wha-" He had to bite his lip to keep quiet as you hooked your hands and pushed up on the underside of his knees, putting him in a sort of mating press position so you could get his hips to raise off the bed. Much to his shock, you began setting the strap up underneath him and put it around his waist. He began to whine and squirm but abruptly stopped when you slapped his thigh.
You attached the dildo to the front of the strap that rested right above his own dick. "What's wrong, puppy? What has my sweet boy whining?" You teased as you once again massaged the insides of his legs.
You got off the bed to go to the bedside table, opening it to grab a bottle of lube. You squirted some of the lube onto your hands before crawling back to the bed, straddling his lower legs as you rubbed your hands up and down the base of the dildo. Your mouth soon found purchase on the head of the silicone toy, using your spit to lubricate the top half.
Izuku tried rutting his hips in the air to get some friction off your hands since they were so close to his own cock, but you easily moved your hands away. "Nuh-uh, sweet boy. You don't get anything tonight, remember?" The man let out a groan of dissatisfaction as he tried to still his hips, although he was not very successfully. "Don't make me tie your pretty legs up, Zuku.." You mumbled as your head bobbed off the dildo. You looked down at it and decided that it was wet enough.
You positioned your knees on either side of Izuku's hips, grabbing the base of the silicone dick and rubbing it against your folds to put on a little show for Izuku. You let out an exaggerated moan and bit your lip, looking down at your boyfriend with hooded eyes. "I'm gonna make myself feel good, you just sit there and look pretty." You ordered as you tried to find your entrance. You felt the dildo poke at your entrance and you eased your hips lower onto it, letting out a shaky moan. It didn't feel near as good as Izuku's warm, dripping cock but it'll do.
"Fuck.." you whined as you let your body try and adjust to the size of the dildo. Usually you had Izuku's fingers to help scissor you open and make room for his cock, but tonight you skipped that part as his hands were stuck underneath him.
As your body tried adjusting, you leaned forward so your head was currently resting on Izuku's chest, your hands gripping his shoulders. The contact made the man squirm for more, but you didn't comply. A few moments later you lifted your hips to slowly start grinding against the silicone. The coldness left an empty feeling inside of you, but it still felt good to be almost full.
Izuku whined and squirmed under you as tears welled up in his eyes. He hated the feeling of you riding something so close to his dick that wasn't him. His face turned flush in jealousy and his hands gripped the sheets underneath him. His aching cock was dripping onto the bed and was in pain from feeling no relief. He couldn't help but notice the way your ass and boobs felt pressed against his body. And the sweet moans escaping your lips had his mind going numb.
He so badly wanted to flip you over and break free of his confinements and have his way with you, but his mind was clouded with wanting to please you.
Your hand found it's way to your clit to start rubbing against it. "Ah, shit, Zuku.." you whined. You closed your eyes and tried imaging that it was Izuku's cock penetrating you, you imagined it was his hands circling around your bundle of nerves.
The growing heat in your stomach returned and you felt it build and build and build, your hips moving faster as you tried to reach your peak. The dildo started rubbing against that special patch inside of you and you gripped Izuku's shoulder harder with your free hand. "Zuku, make me come, please.." You whine as you neared your peak. "Fuck, I'm gonna.. you feel so good.." your eyes were tightly shut as you felt yourself spill over, your body shaking as your orgasm took over you.
Izuku let out a whiny moan and more tears spilled from his eyes, his cock aching even more as he watched you throw your head back in pleasure. "Fuck, you're so hot.." he whined under his breath as he rutted his hips against air, he could feel your release slide down your thighs and the dildo, some drooling onto the base of his cock. He bit his lip and shoved his head into the pillow to muffle his pain.
You slowly drug yourself off the dildo and rolled over beside Izuku, chest heaving up and down as you were still getting over your high. You leaned up and undid the straps holding the dildo on Izuku and threw the fabric off the bed. "Roll over f'me." You told Izuku and he did. Groaning as his hard cock hit the mattress, the pressure only being slightly relieved, but more painful then anything.
You took the key off the nightstand and undid his hands and he let out a sigh of relief when he felt them finally be free. "I'll give you whatever you want tomorrow if you don't touch yourself tonight." Izuku moaned at the thought as he rolled over, wincing from how tight his cock felt.
"Ah," Izuku whined as you got off the bed, going to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth. You came back and gently wiped the release and lube from around his cock, also helping Izuku get back into some pajamas. "Thank you, sweetheart." Izuku muttered as you set down some water next to him.
"Mm, I love you. Punishing you is fun." You giggled as you cleaned yourself up and crawled in bed next to your love.
Izuku let out a little gruff chuckle as he tried his hardest to take his mind off the ache between his legs. "I love you too. Best get some good sleep for tomorrow." He groaned.
Deku x Fem!Reader, Both of you are in UA University's hero course and are adults
Warnings: switch deku x switch reader, caught masterbating, public masterbating, public blowjob, getting eaten out, overstim
Summary: You are the certified hottie of Class 1A with everything except... Izuku Midoriya. You can't stand how attracted you are to him, it drives you to do something reckless. The dominant side of you takes over which ultimately brings the two you closer. Then, he shows you a completely unexpected side to him.
Part 1: Izuku's Turn
Izuku Midoriya was the sweetest boy you ever met. You desperately wished to ruin him.
You had known shy boys before who always looked flustered when you got too close or said something too suggestive. You were quite beautiful and knew how to yield it powerfully. You knew almost all the boys in class had a crush on you. Other courses referred to you as the hottie of class A.
You were a leader in everything you did. You had top grades, an amazing quirk, and the path to your future career was brighter than ever. You had it all… well, not exactly. You wanted Midoriya.
Some of the boys were definitely cute, but Midoriya was by far the most attractive to you. In gossipy chats with the other girls, some didn’t agree with you. They thought he was too plain looking. He was anything but that. His freckles were adorable and unique. You longed to run your hands through his wild green hair. You loved the way his kind eyes crinkled when he smiled so genuinely. God, you probably spent hours thinking about his body. The boy was chiseled. It was such a stark contrast from his soft face it drove you crazy. You also wondered what his opinion on his scars was, because you certainly thought they were beautiful. He dedicated himself to everything he did. You really respected how much of a hard worker and gentle soul he was. To you, he was the total package.
But, it didn’t mean you couldn’t introduce him to the world of lewdness. Well, technically you were never introduced either. You had no other experience outside kissing, but you always suspected you would take a dominant role when the time came. Considering how embarrassed he got over the smallest things, it was guaranteed he had zero experience. You couldn’t believe someone didn’t snatch the boy up already, but you were thankful. When you were especially bored in class, you imagined ripping his clothes off and having your way with him. He never noticed you staring at him because he was always fully immersed in his schoolwork, sometimes muttering to himself about it.
Lately, you had been trying to hatch a plan to get Midoriya alone. You needed to get closer to him. The entire class had been close since you all shared a dormitory. You weren’t exactly friends, but you were friendly at least.
Izuku Midoriya was just like every other guy in class, he thought you were drop dead gorgeous. He didn’t think about you past that because the possibility you found him attractive as well was so inconceivable to him. He chose to spend his energy on things that were much more tangible. Although, sometimes when he jerked off you entered his mind. As soon as he pictured you, he would cum instantly. He felt very guilty everytime it happened. You were his classmate and it seemed wrong to think about you sexually. The next day he would always be a bit more avoidant of you.
Last night, everything between the two of you changed.
It was late, he returned to the dorms after practicing his quirks privately. He made sure to do this when most people were sleeping because he was afraid of hurting someone stumbling in the area. Your classmates were all in their rooms except you. You were in the common room, drinking tea. Some nights you had trouble sleeping, especially now when Midoriya dominated your brain. You were thinking about him the exact moment he entered the room.
He was sweaty and was wearing a t-shirt that hugged him in all the right places. He looked even bulkier from the exercise. You didn’t know it was possible for him to look sexier, you could’ve jumped him right then. He was still a little out of breath when he saw you. He stopped and ran a hand through his hair. Damn he’s so yummy.
“Hey, y/n.”
“Midoriya, I didn’t even realize you left.”
“Yeah, I work out at night sometimes.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but he couldn’t jeopardize his secret. He continued with a small smile, “What are you doing up?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh that’s too bad.” He frowned a bit in concern.
“It’s okay, I’ll be fine. Well, since you’re here do you want a drink? Water, maybe? I’ll get it for you.” You were hoping he’d say yes so that you could spend some alone time with him. Although, you were worried you sounded too desperate for his company.
“Yeah, sure.” He replied gratefully and took a seat on the common room couch across from your’s. You stood up to enter the kitchen. Midoriya’s eyes landed straight to your ass. You completely forgot what you were wearing. You had on the skimpiest pair of booty shorts that you only wore to bed. You had these since middle school when you were smaller, so now the bottoms of your buttcheeks stuck out. You didn’t bother to cover up because you thought you’d be alone. You were so glad he came at a time you barely had clothes on, you could feel his strong gaze behind you. You grabbed a cup from the cabinet and filled it with water from the fridge. Midoriya’s face was already heating up, he was burning the image of your perfect ass in his memory. You came back with his water and placed it on the coffee table, with both hands and made sure to squeeze your boobs together. You also wore a tiny, almost see-through tank top. Midoriya easily found the outline of your nipples and stared at them the entire time you slowly put his water down.
“Are you okay?” You said with innocent doe eyes, knowing full well the effect you had on him right now.
He snapped out of his mouth-watering trance. “Huh- uh yeah, yeah, I’m great actually. Thanks so much for the water.” His face was beet red and and quickly grabbed the water and chugged the entire glass. He took a gasp of air, stood up, and hurriedly said, “Actually, uh I really gotta go to bed right now. I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, ya know. I think we have an English test tomorrow and then we’re gonna do sparing or something, I don’t know. Uh so thanks again for water I gotta run, bye y/n.” He stumbled through his mutters with nervous laughs and almost bolted out of the room.
Maybe you went too far and underestimated his squirmy nature. You were upset that he left so soon. You were going to have to dial down the sex appeal, or just corner him if you felt devious enough.
Midoriya had to run so that you wouldn’t see the raging hard-on he grew while watching you. Now, he has a very clear idea of what your ass and tits look like and that was way too much to handle at once. He was already riled up from the exercise, it was way too easy for his cock to throb. He immediately went to his room. His heart was pounding from the encounter. He figured the best course of action was to get this feeling out of his system quickly to minimize his guilt. Instead of becoming a passing thought mid-masterbation, you were the complete subject of the session. He kept picturing the shape of your ass and how it wiggled when you walked. He also thought about your nipples poking out of that sinfully thin tank top and how you pushed them together. God, he wanted to bury his face in them. He cranked his shaft with more speed than usual, desperate to cum and let these thoughts go away. He was leaking so hard all over his hand, it didn’t take long for him to finish the first time. He was disappointed that you didn’t leave his mind and his cock stayed rock hard. The only solution was to go again.
You thought about how panicked he looked as he left. You tried not to, but an obsessive little voice in the back of your head was persuading you to do something very stupid. You crossed your legs in your chair, shaking your foot, trying to prevent yourself from pushing any boundaries. You weren’t one for self-control, so you caved.
You swiftly made your way to Midoriya’s room. You carefully put your ear next to the door. You suspected he might be up to a certain activity, you hoped so, it would be proof of his desire for you. Sure enough, you could hear panting coming from the room. You knew this was so wrong, but you were glued to the door. Eventually, the sounds turned to low grunts. You didn’t think he was capable of making such guttural sounds. You found it extremely hot, he usually acted so boyish this reminded you he was a man. What came next was really shocking, he started moaning your name. It was as sweet as honey coming from his lips. Your pussy ached from his moans for you. You looked around the hall, there was nobody around. You slid a hand down your shorts, making sure not to make too much noise. You were soaking and you immediately went to work on your clit. You wanted him so badly, you wished your hands could replace his. You started vigorously circling your clit as he kept moaning. Your breathing was heavy, but you were sure he was too invested in his pleasure to hear anything. You had never been so turned on, so you were close to cumming much sooner than usual. It was another lovely moaning of your name that drove you over the edge. From his tone, you could tell he was cumming, too. Your body shook while still stuck to the door, causing it to rattle. You knew you made a huge mistake as soon as the room went quiet. You ran through the hall for dear life and ducked into the nearest corner, trying to escape his line of sight.
Midoriya hastily cleaned himself up and pulled his shorts up. He opened the door, hearing heavy footsteps. His head swung to the direction of the sound, but nobody was there. He knew there was someone at the door. He was absolutely mortified. Who else would it be other than you? His body was exhausted but he couldn’t get any sleep worrying about tomorrow morning. Maybe he should just jump out and escape? There were other universities that also had great hero programs. God, this was humiliating and why was he stupid enough to say your name out loud?
You were worried he caught a glimpse of your escape. If he did, your plans were surely ruined. It was completely invasive of you to spy on him. You knew you were in the wrong and what if you had to confront the consequences tomorrow? If you had trouble sleeping before, you definitely weren't getting any now.
The morning came too soon for both Midoriya and you. Midoriya mustered the courage to brace the common room first. All the classmates who were up commented on how worn out Midoriya looked. He normally looked cheery at this time, but he was gloomy and developed dark eye bags. His friends expressed concern, but he tried to brush it off. The room could tell something happened, but didn’t want to interrogate him too much.
You decided the best course of action was to… pretend nothing happened. There was a chance he didn’t see you so you decided to take the gamble. You applied extra concealer to your own eye bags and tried to channel your usual confident self.
You entered the common room like any other morning and greeted the group, although you couldn’t manage to look Midoriya in the eye. You did catch a quick glance and he looked thoroughly exhausted. It made you feel even more guilty. You fixed yourself a small bite to eat, and wanted to get out of the dorm immediately after. You walked by yourself and got an early start, you could just wait somewhere on campus for class to start. You needed a breather.
You found a spot to stand by the wall in the least popular building which ensured nobody would be around until class began. You played a game on your phone as a distraction, it was peaceful until you were interrupted.
“Hey… y/n.” You looked up and were weakly greeted by Midoriya. He must have followed you here.
Shit.
“Hey Midoriya, what brings you here?” You said in your normal upbeat tone, your heart was pounding against your ribs.
“Um well, I wanted to ask- I don't know how to say this.” He nervously said, avoiding eye contact.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He continued, “Did you happen to be around my room last night?” He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.
What should you do? Do you lie? Do you confess? Every possibility seems terrible. They say the truth sets you free… let’s test it out.
“Yeah… I was.”
“So- you heard?”
“Uh-huh.”
Midoriya’s face dropped. “I’m so, so sorry! I don’t know what came over me, I went a little crazy. I- I shouldn’t be doing that and- and thinking of you. I mean- you’re my classmate and that’s just- that’s just-”
Was he seriously blaming himself when you're the one who spied on him? This boy was way too forgiving and way too hard on himself. You rushed to try and correct him, but stumbled through your apology.
“No, Midoriya, I shouldn’t have listened. It was really stupid of me- that’s so private and I just had to know and I can’t believe I went that far. I shouldn’t have touched my-” You stopped just in time. Midoriya was the one known for rambling, but your sleep deprived mind said too much.
“What? You touched-” His eyes widened as he realized what you almost said. That realization shot straight through his cock.
You froze, there was no digging your way out of this hole. The only thing to do is double down and take advantage of the chaos that is this conversation.
“I like you. A lot. Since the first day of school, actually. I didn’t dress like that last night on purpose but when you came I definitely flaunted it. I think about you all the time. Too much probably. Damn, I didn’t want it to be like this. I was gonna try to get your attention in other ways. But now you know and- and I want you. I want all of you. I don’t think you realize how sexy you are, Izuku.” You never called him that before, but you figured that was the least shocking thing from your risky confession.
Izuku’s face turned to a new shade of red you haven’t seen before. “y/n… I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything, let me make it up to you.” Your switch flipped, you weren’t going to let the situation ruin your chances with this wonderful boy.
You grabbed his uniform tie and turned the both of you around so he was pushed up against the wall. Adrenaline coursed through your body, then you pressed your lips against his.
Izuku’s eyes stared at your face for a moment, still in shock. Finally he eased into the feeling, closed his eyes, and let you take control. You started slow, but with intense pressure. His lips were so soft it made you melt. Soon you wanted more and grabbed hold of his jaw, squeezing it slightly to make his mouth open. You slipped the tip of your tongue in, testing the waters. You gently massaged part of your tongue against his. He was a quick learner and followed suit. When he got used to your rhythm, you deepened the kiss. He even tasted sweet, too. Your hand left his jaw to explore his broad chest under his uniform jacket. You rubbed each pec with both hands, he made soft sounds of pleasure from the touch. You needed to hear more, your hands went lower, feeling up his abs. His sounds went from whimpers to small moans, his stomach was sensitive and he had never been touched like this before. It still wasn’t enough, you brought one hand lower and palmed the growing bulge in his pants. He broke from the kiss, “y/n, what are you doing?” He said through heavy breaths.
“I’m making it up to you.” You said in a seductive voice.
“y/n, we’re in a hallway right now we can’t-” he cut his own sentence off with a moan as your greedy hand moved faster
“Shh, nobody’s going to be around until the bell rings. We’re early, we've got time.”
“I- I haven’t done…” Izuku struggled to speak from the stimulation.
“It’s okay. I haven’t either, just relax. I wanna make you feel good.”
He let out a breathy moan in response.
Your hand left his full-mast bulge to undo his belt buckle.
“y/n- you're gonna?-” He looked down, he didn’t expect you to take it this far. His impression of you was unpredictable, so he didn’t know just how far you were going to take things in a public setting.
You pulled out his throbbing cock from his boxers. You gasped at the sight.
“What’s wrong?” Izuku’s face twisted with worry.
“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just- You’re a lot bigger than I expected.” Excitement and nervousness mixed in your stomach.
“You can’t say things like that. It’s… embarrassing” You noticed his blush spread to his ears and down his neck. Embarrassing wasn’t the word he really meant. He had never received such a lewd compliment and he wasn’t feeling embarrassment, he was feeling new heights of arousal.
“It’s a good thing, Izuku.” You said in a slightly teasing manner, his cock twitched at the use of his given name. His mind started to spin as you increased the speed of pumping his leaking cock.
He was trying to stifle his moans, still feeling too vulnerable in the spacious hallway. Like the little minx you are, you had to force more of his beautiful voice out.
You ducked down to kneel and prepared to take his impressive length down your throat. He looked down at you in shock, you were more daring than he already thought you were. Before he could interject, you immediately wrapped your needy mouth around the head.
You had never done this before, but you were determined to give him the greatest orgasm he’d ever experienced. You trailed your tongue around the very tip, eliciting a deep moan from Izuku. His voice was so much better in person than behind a door.
Whenever you thought about sucking dick, you were always afraid you might gag and ruin the moment. Or, that your jaw wouldn’t be able to handle a man’s girth. The heated pool between your legs and your absolute control over the most powerful future hero was enough to cast those worries aside. You took a deep breath, tried to relax your throat, and bobbed your head down to swallow him whole.
The sudden warm, wet movement caused Izuku to throw his head back against the wall, lace his fingers through your hair, and utter out, “Fuck, y/n!”
At that moment, it occured to you that you’ve never heard Izuku curse before. You cursed everyday, so did most of your class. Hearing him curse out of pleasure from that intoxicatingly sweet mouth of his, from your doing, your pussy never clenched harder.
This motivated you to push even further. You stroked your tongue along the underside of his shaft and circled his tip every time you came up. Air didn’t matter anymore, you could live off breathing in Izuku. You were taking him in so deep that his green pubes tickled your nose at each bob down. You could smell his manly musk that sparked your most primal instincts. You couldn’t stop your hands from leaving his hips to massage his balls. You desperately wanted to coax out his cum.
His grip on your head tightened and he finally looked down at the cock-drunk sight of you devouring him. He almost came right then and there.
“Y/n I’m close, you can stop now.” You ignored his panting plea, you were past the point of no return.
Izuku was afraid of cumming in your mouth. He didn’t want you to get disgusted by his thick, salty seed. He predicted there was going to be tons of it.
He saw white as soon as he painted your throat with the color. He was moaning his head off as he released hot ropes of cum that seemed endless. You kept sucking with the same vigor, you had to consume every single drop. His moans were interlaced with little curses and praises for how amazing your mouth felt. You absolutely drained his balls for everything they were worth. You were already addicted to his cock.
“Y/n, s’too much- too sensitive- AH!” His eyes started to well up with tears from the overstimulation. His pants turned to hyperventilating. His grip tightened even further to the point of pain, this was involuntary of course.
You enjoyed torturing him with pleasure way too much. Perhaps you discovered a new sadistic side to yourself. But- you figured you should let the poor, groaning mess of a boy catch a breath. You slowed down and released him with a pop of your mouth.
He was relieved and his hold on your hair softened. His caring instincts took over as he started to stroke your hair while he tried to come back to reality. Finally, he looked down and realized- “Wait, you swallowed it?”
You hummed sweetly in response. “You really didn’t have to do that,” Izuku said, still self-conscious as ever. You looked up at him in awe, his freckled face was beautifully blushed. His lashes were still wet from the tears of your making. His lips were a bit swollen from your passionate kiss. He looked perfect. He was still recovering from your intense performance while you helped him zip his pants. You stood up, placed a comforting hand on the side of his face only to fluster him again. You planted a much slower and caring kiss, exploring his mouth tenderly. Izuku let out a sigh of relief into you as he let the happy hormones course through his body. You pulled out of the kiss, as much as you loved seeing his adorably content face, you had to twist it again.
“See how good you taste?” You said with a devious grin.
A red tint spread all over him as entered a typical ramble of how embarrassing that comment was, worries if anybody saw or heard the two of you, and that hoards of students will be filing into the building soon. You tuned out his words as you admired him, savoring this private moment.
Part 2: Your Turn
Any conflict prior to the best orgasm Izuku ever experienced was just water under the bridge. The two of you- kind of became a thing. It was kept a secret, though. The two of you together was still so new and many aspects of this relationship were left unexplored. You hadn’t engaged in anything sexual since that fateful encounter. The entire class had been busy preparing for the provisional license exam. Any freetime your classmates and you had was consumed by extra training. The only thing Izuku and you had time for was a sneaky makeout session here and there. He got much more comfortable with you. You saw him in his most vulnerable moment and accepted- no, adored him. Sometimes, you would catch him staring at you in class and you would send him a wink back. You found small moments to communicate without words amidst two busy schedules.
Finally, you two carved out a Saturday to have a real date. You had been looking forward to it the entire week leading up. Izuku had promised a surprise, he was in charge of planning everything which you would only discover the day of. When he suggested this, it was shocking to see him want to take control. You anxiously awaited to see what was in store.
Izuku was overjoyed to treat you the way you deserved to be treated. He was a gentleman at heart, he wanted to make you feel special and cared for. Although, getting his cock sucked so intensely with the thrill of being caught was hot… really hot. But, he still wanted to pursue a more meaningful relationship with you.
“Can you give me a hint?”
“If I did, you’re so smart it might spoil the surprise.”
“Aw c’mon, you’re giving me too much credit. Pleaseee.” You looked at him with the biggest doe eyes you could, making an irresistible pout.
Izuku sighed and planted his head into his hand, knowing he’d lose to that face. “Well, I guess you should know… Dinner might be involved.”
Your eyes widened, “And?”
“That’s all I’m gonna say, my lips are sealed from now on.” He motioned a zipper closing on his mouth.
“They can’t be sealed too tight now, I’ve gotta be able to do this-” You leaned in for a kiss and grabbed a hold of his face so he couldn’t squirm too much. He’d gotten used to this by now, actually he’d gotten great at kissing. He gradually took control of more kisses which made you flustered, although your pride couldn’t let him see that.
“What am I gonna do with you?” Izuku said playfully, followed by a sweet peck on the lips.
The day had come. Thanks to Izuku’s small hint, you had a better idea of what to wear. You probably had the best wardrobe in class A. You had several dresses that could work for the occasion. You started getting ready two hours before you normally would. You were… nervous. This was new, you always knew what to wear and you’d flash it proudly. You started to overthink everything. You wished you had more information about where you were going. You tried on all the possible choices- twice. You wanted to look the best you could for Izuku, you don't even know what he likes yet.
You finally settled on a low-cut, red cocktail dress that flaunted your gorgeous figure. You fixed your hair and makeup to compliment the outfit. You were unsure if this was too formal or informal, but you sneaked out of the dorm hoping for the best.
You both agreed to meet outside to avoid weird questions and possible teasing from your classmates. It wasn’t like the two of you had anything against your classmates, you just weren’t ready to reveal anything yet. You walked until you found him sitting on a bench not too far away from the dorms. You were close to him when he spotted you. He stood up, his face was practically glowing. You had never seen him so joyful before and that’s saying a lot for Izuku. Your eyes traveled along his form, you were relieved to see him dressed with the same formality. He wore a pine green button-up shirt which complimented his hair well. The shirt was tucked into black, pinstripe slacks and he traded his usual red sneakers for dress shoes that matched. On further inspection, the top two buttons of his shirt were left undone, revealing part of his chest. You had never seen him in anything other than his school uniform, hero costume, or workout clothes. He looks like a man- a sexy, hunky, delicious…
Your brain temporarily shut off at his appearance, but he snapped you out of it with a big embrace. His arms wrapped around your waist snuggly, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You breathed in his scent, he was wearing cologne. It smelled like warm spices, it was so fitting for his comforting aura. Izuku Midoriya could never let any detail be forgotten.
He released you, but didn’t let go of your waist. His eyes trailed along your dress- more specifically your body.
“Y/n…” His voice cut off trying to think of the right words, but there were none to really express how wonderful you looked. “You look beautiful.” Izuku said, meeting your eyes again.
“Thanks Izuku, you look really good yourself.”
“Aw, thanks.” He replied meekly, his hand rubbed the back of his neck while looking down. You could still make him embarrassed sometimes which you found endearing.
“So- are you finally gonna tell me where we're going?” You couldn’t wait any longer, the suspense was killing you.
“Not yet. It’s in walking distance, though.” He took your hand with his scarred one. “Let’s go.”
The sun set as the two of you walked and chatted. It was nice just to be in his company. He was known for rambling, but it turned out he was a great listener too. He would show you little acts of affection as well. If you were waiting for a street light to let you cross the street, he would rub his thumb on your hand while holding it or he would caress the small of your back. It made you melt.
You were confused when you arrived at your destination.
“We made it.” He said enthusiastically.
“Izuku, what is this?” You were stopped in front of a harbor. There were all kinds of grand boats lined up in front of you.
“You see that one?” He pointed to the biggest, nicest looking one.
“Yeah?” You questioned.
“Well, we’re eating dinner there.” Your jaw dropped. Out of all the possible places you imagined, your thoughts were limited to restaurants. You were still in disbelief when he pulled you in by the waist, “C’mon.” He said while smiling ear-to-ear.
When the two of you got settled on the fantastic boat, Izuku looked a little disappointed, “We’re not allowed to take it off the dock, but at least we’ll be alone and we can take our time.”
“Izuku we’re on a boat, how did you get this?”
“Don’t worry about that, let’s go sit down.” He led you to a dinner table adorned with LED candles and a rose bouquet centerpiece. You knew Izuku and All Might were close, no doubt he was able to pull strings with him. That’s the only possible explanation for how picturesque and romantic this scene is. He pulled out a seat for you facing the ocean.
The two of you admired the view, you still expressed surprise over how fancy everything felt. He dodged any questions about how he was able to accomplish this.
You were interrupted by two people, carrying a plate of food each. They were wearing white chef’s uniforms, there must have been a kitchen below. Izuku thanked them graciously and all you could do was smile and nod.
“How did you know my favorite food?” You questioned.
“I might’ve overheard a conversation between you and Mina about it. Please don’t think that’s creepy.” Izuku looked concerned.
“No, this is amazing!” Nobody had ever done anything this special for you before. You could feel tears start to bubble up from how happy you were feeling in this moment. Times like this make you realize why you like Izuku so much, the two of you have more in common than you think.
“Oh, don’t cry. Because if you cry, I’ll start crying even harder and we won’t be able to eat this.” He said so seriously which made you giggle. He smiled back at you and the tears dried. The two of you shared one of the most delicious meals of your life.
When you were done, the two of you talked about all kinds of things. Like the upcoming license exam, goals for the future, and dorm shenanigans. Izuku took both of your hands that were resting on the table.
“Y/n, tonight- I wanna return… the favor.” He couldn’t stop his face from flushing bright red as he hesitantly spoke.
“What do you mean?” You said, teasing him.
“You know, I wanna- make you feel good.” He said so softly it was almost a whisper.
“Oh… so you mean that favor.” You replied with a cheeky smirk. The thought of him going down on you was exciting. You knew your body very well, you figured you could guide him through it.
“I did some research on it.” He said with hopeful eyes, but went back to being embarrassed by what he blurted out.
You chuckled at that. Of course he would research something like that, typical Izuku.
You figured he had enough teasing, so you continued, “Okay, I’d like that.” You flashed him a gentle smile of reassurance. He squeezed your hands back.
“So, we should get going.” You suggested. You felt ready for what’s to come, or so you thought.
It had gotten late and most of your classmates either went to sleep or were out on their own excursions. It was easy for you both to slip back to your dorm room. The two of you agreed beforehand that his All Might merch might be a distraction. You pulled him into your room by his hand, shut the door, and pushed him against the wall into a deep kiss. You caught him in a similar position that kicked off your last sexual rendezous. But things were different this time, the two of you were much more comfortable with each other and you were in a private setting. He grabbed your hips and matched your pace immediately. You enjoyed taking control, but you also loved this more confident version of himself. You lost yourself to the kiss, you were both exploring each other’s mouths with so much passion-you forgot to breathe.
Izuku pushed you by the hips toward your bed, never breaking the kiss. You both stopped when the back of your knees bumped the edge. He pulled away from the kiss only to push you down to lay on the bed. He wanted to be gentle, but he used more force than expected. You fell on the bed and gasped for air from the all-consuming kiss and the shock of falling.
“Y/n, I’m sorry- Was that too much?” He was still standing by the edge of the bed, but then bent down and rested his hands beside you. You were looking up at him, he looked concerned and anxiously awaited your answer.
Izuku pushed you on the bed and now he’s on top of you. Damn.
He was slightly panting and his lips were already swollen from use. “It wasn’t… that was really hot actually.” Your face heated up… and something else.
He accepted that as an invitation to climb on top of you and continue your borderline feral kiss. His big hands roamed your body, you could feel your core throb and drip already. When one of his hands dropped to your hip, you tried to push it under the side of your dress. You ached for more.
He pulled his hand away and lifted his head up. This made you let out a disappointed whine.
“I wanna take it slow with you tonight. There’s no need to rush.” At any other moment, you would’ve thought you won the man lottery from that statement. But, you were so needy for more stimulation, it just frustrated you. You’ve only made out and he’s already reduced your usually dominant personality into a pleading mess.
“Please, Izuku.” You looked up at him with doe eyes and gently cupped his face with both hands. Your little plea and the look in your eye made his cock twitch. Last time, you completely bombarded him. This time, he came prepared. You didn’t know that at least half of his sexual fantasies involved being dominant despite his usual demanor. Seeing you underneath him like this ignited a fire deep inside that had never been fully explored.
Izuku dived down to suck on your neck which caused you to suck in a breath. His lips felt so warm and soft against you. You just closed your eyes, held his head, and relaxed to the feeling. He worked his way downward, as soon as he was in “usually covered by clothes territory,” he sucked harder. You could tell he was planning to leave marks when he gently bit you to get more of your chest in his mouth. He got to his lowest point yet, the top of your right breast. His hand trailed up to grab hold of it, cupping it deeper into his mouth. You were shocked by how bold he was getting, you were whimpering at the sensation. His other hand followed suit and cupped your left breast. When he succeeded in leaving a mark, he rose and pulled your torso up with him.
“I wanna take this off you.” He said, his hands slid to your back, fumbling for a zipper.
“Wait.” He paused at your request. “Take your shirt off first.”
His eyebrows shot up, “O-Okay.” You had to get some control back somehow, plus you desperately wanted to see his glorious muscles in action. As soon as he had a couple buttons undone, he just pulled the shirt over his head and threw it off to the side. You were satisfied at how quickly he followed your command. Your hands immediately latched onto his pecs. You moved them up and down, admiring his physique. Your hands trailed lower to his abs, you could feel his breath get more shaky as his chest rose and fell. Izuku gulped as he watched you trace the outlines of every muscle. Your pussy was pulsing at the sight of him, this man was going to make you go crazy. Your hands inched even lower until you grabbed his belt, but he quickly stopped you.
Izuku shook his head, “No, I already told you what I wanted to do tonight.” he said softly as his hands reached around to unzip your dress. He slid the straps down to reveal your bare breasts. He already got a strong hint of them when he saw you in your tiny tank top, but this was too much. He pushed you down again and his mouth quickly found your nipples. He started by circling his tongue around one while his thumb circled the other. You moaned at the feeling, your tits felt so sensitive. It shot a wave of pleasure to your cunt. He started to lightly suck on it which really drove you wild.
He released himself from your nipple and took in the vision of you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful y/n.” Izuku said before sucking the other nipple. You panted and whined at the stimulation. You let your hands feel his strong shoulders holding him up. When he had his fill of your perfect tits, he peppered your stomach with kisses. He slowly slid down the rest of your dress. Finally, he was getting to where you wanted so bad. You were sure your panties were soaked by now. Izuku looked back up at you, you knew what he was asking with his eyes. You answered by lifting your hips up as he completely removed your dress, tossing it to the side where it found a home next to his shirt. Now you were only in your panties, you felt so exposed yet so excited.
Izuku noticed that your panties were indeed soaked. Knowing that it was from his own doing, his cock reached new levels of hardness. Before he took them off, he lowered himself down to leave a sweet peck on your lips.
“Y/n, you ready?” Izuku checked in with you.
You hummed and nodded, stroking his wild curls. He gave you such a joyful smile despite the lewd action next. He moved his body off the bed, slid down your panties, and kneeled in front of the bed’s end. Izuku grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him. He took your calves and hoisted your legs over his shoulders. His face was hovering right above your throbbing pussy. He looked back up at you and kept your gaze as he left a soft kiss on your clit. Your body was trembling, he stabilized his grip on your thighs.
Shy, sweet, and gentle Izuku- so you thought- attacked your cunt with his mouth. You were expecting him to start slow and you would have to occasionally give instructions. He definitely did his research. His tongue immediately started circling all around your needy clit. You let out a moan and your hands flew to grab his head.
Izuku groaned at your flavor. “You taste so good,” he mumbled in the middle of lapping up your juices. It sounded like he was enjoying this just as much as you. He was practically humming with glee as his mouth devoured your core. This was nothing like touching yourself. You were ten times as turned on and his tongue gave you just the right amount of light pressure. Your breaths and moans sped up at his ministrations.
Your pleasure was building up, he hit your sweet spot which made you grab his hair tighter. “Izuku, fuck, right there-” You gasped as you spoke. He followed your lead and focused on circling that spot. Your legs were shaking, you never felt better in your entire life. You were flying higher and higher on cloud nine of his creation.
“I’m close- I’m so, so, close. Yes, yes,” You uttered breathily.
“Mhm, cum for me y/n.” Izuku whispered over your clit, “Cum for me.”
What he did next made you crumble and your climax snapped. He started sucking that spot. Waves of pleasure bloomed from your pussy and spread throughout your body. Izuku squeezed your thighs together, smothering himself, and held you down as your body seized. Your hips moved on their own to grind on his face. Your head flew back on the bed and you became a moaning, creaming mess. You were consumed by the pleasure until it started easing away.
But Izuku didn’t stop. “Izuku, I came. We’re done?” You questioned, voice a little strained from all the moaning.
He hummed “Nuh-uh” and shook his head between your thighs as he picked up his slowed pace. Your clit was so sensitive, he didn’t give you a break.
“Ah! Izuku- I can’t, I-” Tears started to form from overstimulation. You were panting as if Izuku stole the air from the room. Your next orgasm was approaching even faster since his mouth never left your pussy. You couldn’t find words anymore. The sensations were taking over your entire being. He didn’t speak either, he just relentlessly sucked your cunt, desperate to see you come undone yet again.
Your body shook again, even harsher this time. His fingers dug into your skin to hold you steady as he maintained his brutal pace. You let out unfamiliar, guttural moans. Not the usual high-pitched, breathy ones. Your voice went deep and you writhed around like an animal as you reached new heights of pleasure. Your new sounds riled up Izuku even more.
You started to feel lightheaded until Izuku slowed down and finally stopped altogether. His mouth went lower to your entrance where your honey dripped out. He carefully licked it, making sure to avoid any area he already destroyed. When you reeled from your orgasmic haze, you looked down at him. You couldn’t help but find him adorable again when you saw Izuku with his eyes closed, slightly smiling, and humming as he savored your cum. After he tasted most of it, he lifted himself up and let your legs rest beside him.
Your breathing was still shaky, but you returned to full consciousness. “Where… did that come from?”
“Uh… I got a little carried away.” He shyly responded as his blush went darker.
“Well, now it's your turn.” You wanted to engage in some playful revenge.
“Y/n, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“No, Izuku- I want to.” You pleaded.
“Really, I’m fine.” Izuku stood up and you realized what he was trying to say. You found a wet patch around his crotch. “I got excited…”
Your eyes widened, he loved eating you out so much he came without stimulation? You were flattered and speechless.
He bent over you, held your chin up, and dived in for an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue pushed inside and you succumbed to his control. You could taste yourself on him, it was tangy yet sweet. The both of you sighed into yourselves, basking in euphoric afterglow.
Izuku left the kiss, smirked, and teased you with your own words, “See how good you taste?”
Shy!pro hero izuku who goes stiff in front of flashing lights and rolling cameras. His lips tremble, shaky smile and awkward wave as his cheeks set themselves ablaze for the focusing lenses, looking for that viral shot of number one pro hero Deku, newly appointed.
Many a things have changed since U.A. He’s bigger, taller, sturdier, stronger — physically, at least — but then the camera starts rolling and the press come in hot on his heels, like fuming bulls after a fleeing Recortadores, and his whole body lights up like a Christmas tree. The cherry on top, quite literally.
He stutters, and fumbles, and makes a fool of himself, he thinks, but his fans think it adds to his charm. Has the women swooning and the onlookers falling to their knees in worship at ‘just how sweet a person can get!’ It’s no show, really, the attention is horrifying and he never got over that fear. Can’t. So he bares it with flaming cheeks and a shivering timber, stiff as a board.
Maybe that’s why it’s a bit cruel, when you, his wife, bring those rolling video’s into the bedroom, and watch through a focused lens as his fluttering pink whole sucks up slow inches of plastic cock into himself. His mouth drops open in honest ecstasy, whimpering out the fruits of your labor with eyes rolled into the back of his brain, watching the pink muscle as it short circuits in pleasure and melts into a goopy pile of mush.
He becomes so pliant, and soon that feeling melts into humiliation as you coo the words “smile for the camera!” Into buzzing ears. Smooth sheets and a fluffy comforter stretch for miles in waves, and he feels like a man lost at sea, gripping for semblance in a wild untamable place, sinking below the surface and drowning in its unbearable salty depths as you push further on his insides and see-saw your way into his stomach. His toes curl so delicately, and he mewls sweetly like a little kitten begging for reprieve.
“C’mon, tell mommy how good it feels— so I can watch it later, huh?” The crème skin of his back arches like a sculpted bow pulled tight, almost as ready to release as his swelling cock and aching balls as you abuse the walls of his fluttering hole. In and out, in and out — he can feel the presence of your phone, too — and it makes his ears and chest blaze with a bright red flush. The only difference is performance anxiety has no place here, not when you’re forcing his orgasm out of him like a roller flattens pliable cookie dough.
Your hips jut forward, and he squeals.
“Oh, like that? Listen to those nasty sounds ‘zuku -kun, you’re a natural, sweetheart!” You’re words pour like hot tea into his ears, and his head feels like mud puddles after a rainstorm, wet and squishy as you assault his body in all the right ways.
“Just a little more, baby boy. Then we’ll flip over and get a full frontal, ‘mkay?”
I feel like Bakugou is the worst kisser the first time you kiss him— and of course it’s not his fault, it’s his first time so the only experience he has is from watching those stupid romance movies that Kirishima is always playing, and that he’ll never admit he enjoys (don’t look for his romance books, he’ll deny it).
So when your lips meet for the first time you’re clashing horribly in a mess of tongues and teeth. Bakugou is a little too eager, a little too nervous as he almost surges forward hard enough to knock you backwards. His eyes clenched shut so tight his nose scrunches, immediately trying to push his tongue against your lips. You pull back with a smile as he stays still, his eyes still shut tight as though he’s petrified to look at you after. Your hands smoothing along his pectorals to try and calm him, to ease the tension rife inside him as he begins to relax.
Your hands slowly move higher as your fingers stroke along his collarbones, following a path up the column of his neck until you’re cupping his jaw. The slight stubble tickles your palms as your thumb brushes his eager lips, feeling him pout slightly as he kisses the pad. You’re trying to coax the nerves from him, but somehow this just makes everything worse. His heart hammers against his ribcage as he tries not to breathe all over you.
“There’s no rush,” You murmur softly as you pull his lips back to yours.
This time he lets you take the lead, following the soft movements of your lips as you slot perfectly against him. His hands are still balled in fists at his sides, as though he’s terrified that if he touches you, you’ll pull back again. But you ease his tension as you begin to curl your hands around the back of his head, nails scratching through the trimmed hairs of his undercut as you tilt your head. Deepening the kiss as your tongue swipes across his pursed lips, feeling Bakugou try to mimic your movements as he does the same. You’re grinning into the kiss now as you delve deeper, pushing through his parted lips as you hear a groan rumble deep in his chest. His touch becoming bolder as he moves his hands to your hips, rough fingers dipping into the curve of your hips harshly as you let out a soft gasp.
The small noise almost as Bakugou pulling away in panic, but your hands keep him steady, grounded, as you deepen the kiss. You’re intoxicating, and he’s unsure how much more he can take. The subtle taste of your lipgloss clouds his mind as he swipes his tongue against it, desperately trying to sample more as he tries to guess the flavour. Strawberry maybe? Or cotton candy? It’s saccharine, something he’d often say he doesn’t enjoy, but when it’s you it’s like the sweetest ambrosia. 
Bakugou is selfish. Somehow you’re giving him everything he can take and he simply can’t get enough, he wants more. Every single part of you, to leave nothing undiscovered. Groaning as he feels his cock begin to pulse beneath his sweats as you continue to brush your tongue against his own.
It’s pathetic really, how just from the slightest touch you have him acting like a horny teenager. It’s a kiss, one kiss, that’s made him like this. But it’s not any kiss, he supposes, it’s a kiss from you.
And you knew it too. You knew exactly what you were doing to him as you began to press hot, searing kisses along the column of his throat, allowing him the luxury of breathing once more. But Bakugou wonders if breathing is really worth it when his lips are no longer connected to yours?
You can feel his pulse point throbbing as you nip at the sensitive skin, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, trying desperately to stop himself from falling deeper. But this is what you do— you make a mess of him. Memories of lying in bed as he fucks his fist to the thought of you, the thought of this. Leaving him panting against messy sheets as he dreams about this very moment. But his dreams are nowhere near as perfect as this, the touch, the feel, the smell are nothing like he’s ever felt before.
“Katsuki,” It’s the way you whisper his name like a prayer, a sound reserved for angels as he feels his body throbbing. Thick, blond lashes fluttering as his hips jerk forward, the hands gripping your hips begin to heat up as he can’t hold back any longer. A messy jumble of curses leave his lips as he feels your teeth bite down on the apex of his neck, your tongue sweeping against the sensitive skin as he lets the pleasure win. Canting his hips against your stomach as you feel him come undone, a drawn out breath spilling from his lips as he meets his end.
It’s pathetic really, the effect you have on him as he stands beside you on shaky legs, the warmth of his cum now soaking through his boxers as the wet material sticks to his skin. Shifting his hips as he tries to alleviate the sensation, but his cock remains painfully hard beneath the fabric. It’s as though even after all that, he was still not satisfied. It’s like no matter what, he’d never get enough of you.
But you know what they say, practise makes perfect.
༄ ‧₊˚ synopsis. he thought trying cockwarming with you for the first time would be sweet, soft, sensual… but he soon finds out he’s far more impatient than he imagined.
just imagining trying cockwarming with izuku midoriya for the very first time… thinking about how he gets all whiny and impatient because he can’t help but thrust into you as you loom over him, only for you to scold him and tell him to keep still. how his lips twist down and his brows furrow together when you squeeze around him, making his eyes cross as a strangled groan gets caught in his throat. how he’s so obedient for you, but quickly becomes more and more frustrated as time passes. how he’s trying harder and harder to fight the urge to just give in to the delicious warmth of your pretty, soaked pussy wrapped so nicely around his cock, but he also just wants to be so good for you.
before he knows it, he’s almost crying, tears welling up in his eyes as he feels your lips brush against the shell of his ear. sweat rolls down his temples, matting his deep green locks to his forehead as your cunt drools down your thighs. his blurry vision locks onto the shimmering slick covering the plush of your thighs and his restraint snaps in two.
next thing you know, he has you on your back, his hands firmly hooked onto the back of your knees as he pushes them over your shoulders. now it’s your turn to cry, pretty sobs spilling from your puffy lips as izuku pounds into you like he hasn’t touched you in months. he’s crazed, desperate, and so, so close to filling you to the brim that he almost passes out as he feels you tighten around him, his eyes rolling back into his head as his vision blurs.
“You alright, baby?” you coo, running your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath, his temple pressed against the soft skin of your chest.
“so… so good,” he murmurs, fatigue weighing heavy on his eyelids as he slips into the hazy pull of sleep, nothing but the feel of your skin on his, and the intoxicating warmth of your pussy still wrapped around his cock to fill his senses as he leaves one last, lazy kiss on your neck.
Summary: Kirishima invites Shindou to one of their game nights when Sero can’t make it, and Bakugou is pissed. But once Shindou realises that you’re on the other side of the call with Bakugou, he has something else planned.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, pwp, guided sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, phone sex, m!masturbation mentioned, squirting, praise, still not proof-read sorry!
Word Count: 3.2k.
“Don’t be mean, Bakugou.” The cocky tone of Shindou’s voice radiated through the speaker, “Let her hear properly.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking one of his headphones out so he could place it inside your ear. Shifting his hips so your back was pressed firmly against his chest as he weaved his arms around your waist. Holding you tight against his body as you could now hear everything on the line clearly.
“She’s got a headphone in,” Bakugou muttered, the tent in his pants prodding your ass as you shuffled against it.
“She’s finally joined us, huh?” You could hear the grin in Shindou’s voice as you rested your back against Bakugou’s chest, “Hey, pretty girl.”
“Hi,” You mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious that everyone was listening to you, eager to hang on to your every word.
“Hi,” Shindou repeated back with a grin, “Glad you decided to join us for the game. Is this your first time too?”
Your face flushed at the question, knowing all too well that this most definitely wasn’t the first time you’d joined Bakugou during game night, often irritated that he was spending some much-deserved time off work with his friends instead of with you when you were especially needy. So often he’d allow you to climb onto his lap during the games as you shamelessly got yourself off using him, the microphone going silent so he could whisper filth into your ear. Telling the guys that it was his connection, even though gameplay never once dropped. You’d lost count of the number of times that you’d sucked his cock during a stream, but this was the first time you’d been caught.
“Oh, it’s not?” Shindou took your silence as his answer, the response causing a confused “What?! How?” To burst from Kaminari as Kirishima sucked in a breath, “You naughty girl.”
I am so bad at leaving reviews but this was genuinely one of the most fun things I've read. The idea of this is so hot!? I really like how Bakugou kinda seems resistant to everything at first but his ego gets the best of him and he always falls for Shindou's lil tricks. Very sexy sweet.
I know fisting isn’t everyones cup of tea, but I couldn’t get the thought of Shindou fisting you while using his quirk out of my head so here you go.💕
Summary: Shindou loves finding new ways to pleasure you in the bedroom.
Pairing: Shindou Yo x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, PWP, fisting, Shindou uses his quirk on you, squirting, gapes, multiple orgasms.
Word Count: 1.5k.
“So fucking pretty like this, sweet girl.” Shindou hummed as he pumped three fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy. The squelch of your slick was prolific in the air but neither of you seemed to mind, the sound goading him on as he watched your hips roll to meet his thrusts, “Think you can take one more?”
You nodded obediently, ignoring the dull ache in your abdomen as you focused on the way his calloused pads dragged against your slick walls.
“Yeah? Think you can—” Shindou raised his pinky from where it was tucked against his palm to slide it into your wet cunt, groaning at how easily you sucked him in, “Good fucking girl. Would you look at that.”
Shindou curled his fingers at the knuckle to press against the spongy spot inside you as you gasped in pleasure, your slick dribbling down his fingers and pooling in the palm of his hand. The mess glistened against the lowlights of your bedroom as you tried to mimic his movements, shifting your hips to try and mimic his movements.
“So messy,” He mumbled more to himself as he watched you shamelessly fuck yourself on his fingers, shamelessly searching for your own pleasure as your thick lashes fluttered.
“Yo, more—” Your fingers grasped the sheets beneath you as the pleasure continued to build, the coil inside you twisting tighter with each flick of his wrist as your vision became blurry from the tears beading in your lash line.
“More?” Shindou feigned shock as he wiggled his fingers inside your stretched walls, feeling them flutter around him as he gave you a coy smile, “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Please,” You whimpered, your bottom lip jutting out as you looked down at the man between your thighs.
“Not sure if you can take more, princess. You already look pretty full to me.” He met your gaze with a sly grin, deliberately fucking his fingers into you for emphasis as the crude squelch filled the room.
cw: exhibitionism (like the most exhibitionism), (extremely) public sex, aerial sex, unlikely sex positions, tentacle porn-adjacent (blackwhip), loving to rough sex, a bit of impact play, mild sadomasochism, praise kink, odd sense of humor, fem!reader
summary: you told izuku you were afraid of heights and he decided to help.
a/n: i was told about aerial sex and lost it.
—
perhaps you shouldn’t have told him you were afraid of heights.
where you and izuku are now is uncharted territory in more ways than one - clinging to him for dear life, you float high above an expanse of sea, where there are no people for miles, no signs of life even despite the clear sky above and the bright shining sun warming your bare skin.
izuku’s given you a new meaning to skinny dipping, whatever the opposite of the phrase is. you are still stripped to essentials anyway, your naked body pressed so tightly against his muscular, scarred one as you hold on to him frantically. despite the fact that he’s got you wrapped so securely in his arms, you’re still somewhat trembling, teeth chattering from a combination of embarrassment and fear, holding back the yelp and dread in your stomach every time you look down.
summary: you start to heal. deku's moves to phase two.
cws for the series - manipulation, yan behavior, lying, gaslighting, very soft shouto, writer hasn't plotted an ending for this yet. cucking, rough sex, manipulative yandere izuku, no one is well behaved, blindfolds, degradation, praise, *hurt* comfort, sub drop, angst but there is comfort, light bondage, they’re all a little toxic but also are well intentioned, cum eating, voyeurism, threesome
WIN STUPID PRIZES - MINORS DNI
Two Weeks Later:
You’re sitting in your office, typing up some notes when there’s a knock at the door. Midoriya comes in, smiling apologetically. Patches of his costume are burned off and he’s got a big red scorch mark on his arm.
“Third burn this week,” Your eyes widen, “I suppose that’s what I expected when you said you needed a healer, but you should be more careful.” Midoriya shrugs as you take his hand, energy shooting from you up the appendage, pooling around the injury as it slowly starts to right itself.
“I’m alright,” he says quickly, “Honestly, I am. Just lots of work to do, number one hero and all.” You feel your face warm and look away. “What’s up?” You let out a shy giggle, soft music he’d heard before when Bakugou would lean over and say something in your ear, whenever Mina or Denki would tell an especially lewd joke.
“It’s so funny to think of you as Deku,” You admit, “When I remember who you were when we met, you know?” He nods. “You were so much smaller.”
“I know.” He says dryly, subtly flexing the arm muscles that were the product of many hours at the gym.
“You’re all overgrown now.” You mutter, brows knitting together as you focus on the wound, watching it close just a little faster as you concentrate.
“I ah, I wanted to check in on you.” He says, touching you with his uninjured arm. “You’ve been staying with Shouto.” You nod.
“I should really get my own place, it’s not that you don’t pay me enough to.” You inspect his arm carefully, looking for anything you missed. Midoriya nods, hoping his impatience isn’t betrayed in his expression. “It’s honestly been nice to live with someone.” You look up and smile at him, knocking the wind from his chest, “To not be alone, after, um, everything.” He nods again.
“Have you heard from Bakugou?” He asks, knowing the answer.
“No.” You say softly. “I think you were all right. He was um,” you press your lips together. “He was using me.” You rub your eyes, “He must have been. And um, I loved him. I feel pretty stupid.” Midoriya nods, and steps forward, folding you in his arms, the last indication of his injury fading away. You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you, just a little.
“You’re not alone,” he murmurs, “Not just because of Todoroki, but because of all of us, you’ve got me,” he grins, looking down at you, “And Iida, and Ochako, and Tsui.” You nod and impulsively hug him again, burying your face in his shoulder while he dies a thousand deaths of ecstasy at your closeness. “I don’t know what I might have done if I’d just gone to a hotel.” You say quietly, and your tone catches him off guard, there’s a raw, honest, and unstable current running just below the surface. He frowns, cupping your face in his gloved hands, searching your eyes.
“If you ever,” he says quietly, “Feel like doing something stupid I need you to promise to call me .” You look away, and his voice gets darker, and stronger, “Promise me.” He says sharply.
“I,” you find your voice, “I promise.” He hugs you again. “Sorry I’ve been such a mess.” you withdraw your hands from him, moving back to your desk. Deku considers for a split second, yes it was important that you felt indebted to him, but he needed to encourage that feeling without making it seem like you’d been working to take care of when the opposite is true. If you felt like a burden, you’d shut down.
“We’re heroes,” He says, a light smile painted on his face. “You know you’re not harder to support than like, a collapsing bridge.” You giggle and he glows in his victory, giving you a quick hug before departing. You flop back at your desk the second the door closes and check your notifications. Your phone remains devoid of notifications, for the last two weeks not only had it been radio silence from your ex but from your friends as well. Denki, Kirishima, Mina, Sero. None of them had reached out at all, and the thought that maybe they’d been using you too, that they’d seen you simply as someone to keep around for your quirk, rips a deeper hole in your chest. You take a shaky breath.
“Do you want to get a drink?” You ask. “I’ll um, I’ll text the others, and see if they want to meet us?” He nods.
“I can text them,” he offers, thinking he’ll be able to get away with having dinner with you alone, but you wave him off and he can’t think of a good enough excuse. When he leaves you to get a change of clothes, he pulls his phone out.
Midoriya: Todoroki you need to watch her
Todoroki: what’s up
Midoriya: she’s really unstable
Iida: well that’s a logical response to the instability in her life, correct?
Midoriya: no, I mean we destabilized her.
Midoriya: for her own good but we have to make sure we’re supporting her through the recovery so that we can rebuild her right.
At his desk, Todoroki recoils a bit, physically scooting away from his phone at his desk, and deciding to lean on an old crutch, pretending he simply didn’t notice the implication of another's words.
Todoroki: I will. I am.
Midoriya: when is she moving out?
Todoroki: I told her to stay as long as she wanted. And I meant it.
It’s true , Todoroki thinks, he did mean it, as he begins losing track of the conversation at the bar at the same time you do, making eye contact with you as he watches you introvert shrink into yourself. Iida and Ochako are arguing loudly while Midoriya laughs, and something seizes him, he reaches for your hand under the table. To his surprise, you take it, holding onto it tightly. He rubs a circle in your palm, unable to keep the soft smile from his lips, hiding it with a sip of his beer.
“Hey,” you lean over, your shoulder brushing his. “Can we go?” He blinks at you, then nods.
“We’re going to head home.” He says softly, standing, releasing your hand before anyone can see, but resting it on the small of your back when you stand. You say your goodbyes, and Todoroki pretends not to notice Midoriya’s icy-eyed smile. He drives you home, resting his hand on the console of his car, feeling like he’s stuck his hand into a burning bed of embers every second until you impulsively reach out and take it.
“I can’t tell you.” You say softly, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you, Todoroki Shouto.” He glances at you. “I thought um,” you swallow, “I thought after a day I’d have to move out because I was sure you’d only offered to um, to get laid.”
“An understandable concern given the– ah, context of your arrival.” He says, eyes flicking to his hand in yours before looking back at the road.
“But, you’ve been so respectful.” You squeeze his hand. “And you’ve been
kind, and patient, and you haven’t pushed me at all.”
“I,” he searches within himself, there had been moments, where he’d considered, where you’d been weak, where it would have been easy, but something stopped him every time. “It is meaningful to me that I could be there for you. I didn’t,” he chooses his words carefully, stopping mid-sentence. “When we were in school you were always intentional, you’d tell me where you were going to touch me before you’d do it so that I didn’t jump or panic. You’d bring me water because you realized before anyone else that my quirk dehydrates me.” He shrugs. “What happened was terrible, and frankly,” he frowns, “I should have said something to Midoriya about it being inappropriate. I do not forgive myself for allowing that to pass without comment.”
“He said you were sorry you couldn’t be there?” You cock your head at him, and Todoroki balks genuinely.
“I was certainly not invited.” He gives you a little smile. “But there’s no need to discuss it, I know you’d prefer not to.” You sigh, and lean against his arm. “Are you drunk?” He asks, and you give him the smallest smile, the first blip of genuine warmth he’s observed in two weeks.
“No.” You sigh. “No, I’m not.” You lace your fingers with his. “Were you um, were you gonna go right to bed when we got in?” He shakes his head.
“We can watch some tv?” He says, and you nod. Unlike the other times you’ve sat together, this time you nestle against him, taking the throw blanket from the back of the couch and curling up against his icy half. “You know that’s the bad side,” he says, half teasing.
“You don’t have a bad side.” you yawn, taking his arm. He leans over, heart hammering, and presses his lips to the top of your head.
“You don’t have to do this.” He says quietly. “Sex with me isn’t, it’s not emotional rent for staying here.”
“Who’s having sex with you?” You yawn again, nuzzling him. “I just wanted to sit like this.” He laughs lightly.
“As long as you know you can stay here even if you don’t want anything to do with me.” It had been agony, but he hadn’t touched you, not since that first night he put you to bed, woken twice by the sound of your bitter crying, the dull ache in his chest getting stronger. “But I, you can keep touching me. If you’d like.” You nod eyes fluttering shut as he turns the tv on. “You’d tell me,” he says softly, “If you weren’t doing well and needed help?” You half open one eye.
“Ah,” You pull a little away from him, but he can’t bring himself to regret the question. “I’m doing um, I’m doing quite poorly. If I’m being honest.” He nods.
“You said something to Midoriya today that made him nervous,” an emotion flits across your face, so fast that he only catches its shadow. “Is there something wrong?” You shrug.
“I can’t quite put my finger on what it is,” you give him a weak smile, ‘When I figure it out, I’ll tell you?” He nods.
“Of course.” He eyes you, refusing to let you off the hook.
“Therapy would be a good idea, probably.” You say eventually, scooting closer to him. “Would you get lunch with me after, in case it sucks and I want to talk about Parks and Rec, and not exist?” He slips an arm around your waist.
“Of course.” He gives you a squeeze. “And there’s no pressure, not to sit next to me like this, not to stay here if you don’t want to. I just want to see you happy again.” You hide your face in his arm.
“I like it here.” You don’t clarify whether here is his apartment, or here is next to him. He doesn’t ask. That night you sleep in your own rooms and dream of each other.
____
Across the city, Midoriya is playing it as cool as he possibly can, staring at his phone on the kitchen counter, waiting for it to light up.
Midoriya: hey!
He’d texted Denki more than an hour ago, and he’d logged onto the backend of the hero patrol services to make sure he wasn’t working. He also knows how often the blonde checked his phone, sure his text was being ignored. He pours himself a glass of whiskey, dropping in a few ice cubes, listening to the way they clink softly against the crystal cup. It’s another ten minutes of listening intently to the hum of his air conditioner before his phone vibrates.
Denki: what’s up
Midoriya drums his fingers on the counter, weighing the merit of passive-aggressively waiting at least 10 minutes to respond, and deciding against it.
Midoriya: Bakugou hasn’t been answering our texts 😅
Midoriya: y/n’s been a really good sport about not getting her stuff back from their apartment, but I know she’s doing laundry every few days because she didn’t have many changes of clothes at the office.
There’s another pause, in another building across the city, Kirishima watches Denki frowning at his phone.
“Work?” Kirishima asks, shutting his laptop and coming to sit on the couch next to Denki, who looks troubled.
“No.” He looks down at his hands. “I feel kinda bad. About chasing after Bakugou like that, and leaving her there.” He doesn’t have to elaborate, doesn’t have to say your name. Kirishima lets out a long breath in agreement. “I really thought we could get him to go back for her.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I mean, it’s not like he’s gonna pull anything better than her.”
“Oh hell no,” Kirishima shrugs, “She was so patient with him, I mean, she was with all of us.” He turns to his friend. “It used to be so cute though, watching the way she’d hang on his every word, and get nervous whenever she was supposed to be healing him.”
“You think he really liked her?” Denki blurts, the question had been bouncing around in his brain since that night. “Because I did, I thought he really liked her. As much as Bakugou is capable of liking anyone, really.”
“I think,” Kirishima chooses his words carefully, “Bakugou cared for her, in the way that kids have a teddy bear, right?” Denki’s brow furrows, and Kirishima continues, “Or like, a security blanket. After a hard fight, he wanted to hold her, to see her, to touch her, it would bring him comfort. And he looked forward to finding that comfort in her, and she looked forward to opportunities to provide it.”
“That’s not the same as really liking someone,” Denki struggles, “As being in love with someone.” Kirishima nods.
“Yeah. I know that. And you know that. But Bakugou doesn’t.” He says, and Denki glances at his phone, Kirishima sees the text. “Fuck, Midoriya’s reaching out to you?” Denki nods.
“Yeah, I think she wants her stuff back.”
“Very fair.” Kirishima says, standing. “Very fair.” He pauses, “I can’t believe he did that.” He says quietly.
“Yeah, fuck Deku,” Denki rolls his eyes and Kirishima shakes his head.
“No, I meant, ah,” he lowers his voice. “I can’t believe Bakugou let anyone else touch her.” Denki shrugs.
“You can’t?” He puts his passcode back into his phone. “Bakugou’s always cared about his ego more than anyone else’s feelings, that’s sort of his whole deal.” Kirishima’s mind flies back to school, the way Bakugou would tug you needily into his lap, grumbling about whatever you were wearing, the way he’d drape his jacket over your shoulders during training, even if you were already wearing yours, because he thought if he was cold you must be freezing.
“I dunno.” Kirishima shrugs. “I dunno. Whatcha gonna say to Midoriya?” Denki frowns.
“Guess I gotta talk to him about it.”
Denki: yeah sorry about that
Denki: you know how he gets when he’s angry, he just shuts down.
Midoriya: ah yeah. I called him a couple of times to check in but he hasn’t picked up.
Denki: figures haha
Denki: lemme talk to him, I think he’s working late tonight.
“Bakugou’s worked late every night.” Kirishima says, having watched the conversation over his friend’s shoulder. “Since.”
“Yeah.” Denki stretches, standing. “Wish me luck.”
“Good luck.”
He pads down the hallway, pausing in front of the office door. The agency had been moderately successful, breaking some local records and the office was a reflection of that, glass doors, fancy espresso machines, and doors that lock. He knocks.
“Come in.” He hears, and Bakugou is pouring over paperwork, a few broken pencils in the garbage. “What?” He snaps, gesturing to the amount of work on his desk. “I’m busy.” Denki looks sheepish.
“Yeah, I know, Midoriya texted about your ex’s stuff.” If Bakugou is troubled by this, it doesn’t show on his face.
“Yeah. I know.”
“He texted me.” Denki clarifies.
“She can come pick it up whenever.” Bakugou says, going back to work. “She’s still got a key.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think she wants to see you,” Denki says, and that makes Bakugou put his pen down, and rub his eyes.
“Right.” He says. “Right and I said I’d drop it off, and then I didn’t.” He rakes his fingers through his hair. “S’fucken quiet. Living alone.” Denki nods. “Better though, it’s better.” He stands.
“Better than…” Denki trails off, asking Bakugou to finish the sentence. He doesn’t.
“Fuck off. I’ll call Deku.” He says, waving the other pro hero away. Denki starts to go and then pauses at the doorway.
“Did you uh, did you try calling her?”
“I said fuck off.” Bakugou snarls, and Denki squeaks, disappearing down the hallway, letting the door close behind him. He sighs, unlocking his phone and scrolling through the number, eyes pricking with tears at the single heart he’d placed next to your contact when you’d started dating, remembering how he’d appeared in your phone, katsuki <3, his first name, all lowercase. If he closes his eyes he can conjure you, can hear the soft sigh of his first name when he’d get home, can feel your hand on his shoulder, smell your perfume, rain-soaked florals fresh in his memory. He shoves it down, and opens Midoriya’s string of unanswered texts, not bothering to read them.
Bakugou: where’s she staying?
Midoriya: Kacchan! How are you?
Bakugou: you didn’t have to sic denki on me.
Midoriya: aaah you know I did
Midoriya: she’s staying with Todoroki but I think she’s gonna get her own place soon.
Bakugou: why is she staying with Todoroki?
Midoriya: honestly no idea.
In his kitchen, Midoriya grins, taking a long sip of his drink before continuing.
Midoriya: I don’t think they’re like, seeing each other.
Midoriya: I was surprised, but I think he had a thing for her when we were in school IDK if you ever noticed the way he’d look at her.
Bakugou: how could I not fucking notice?
Bakugou: not that any of you were any fucking better jesus christ.
Midoriya: yeah I mean I almost didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want you getting upset.
Bakugou: do I sound upset to you.
Midoriya: no no of course not.
Midoriya: and I’m sure Todoroki would never take advantage of her vulnerability right now just to sleep with her.
Midoriya: he was always so honorable and old-fashioned.
Bakugou: yeah.
Bakugou: I’ll just reach out to him.
Midoriya: BTW she’s really struggling rn. So maybe it would be best if you kept your distance. I’m a little worried.
Bakugou: worried?
Midoriya: yeah we’re keeping an eye on her!!! But just wanted to warn you to stay away, I wasn’t sure you’d reached out.
Bakugou: I’m the one who broke up with her.
Midoriya: of course!! Of course.
Bakugou: I’ll text the bastard about her stuff.
Midoriya: I can help coordinate if needed.
Bakugou whips his phone across the room, and it shatters against the wall, the screen blinking. In his kitchen, Midoriya waits for a response for a few minutes before pouring another drink and making a decision.
_______
“A field assignment?” You cock your head at the number one hero. It’s the next morning, and you’d been summoned to a conference room. “You know my quirk doesn't have any combat use cases.” Midoriya nods, he’s sitting across the table from you with a few other pro heroes, Iida is leaning against the opposite wall, observing. Todoroki was out on patrol, but several interns flock Midoriya, sitting solemnly on either side of him.
“The terrain is particularly dangerous.” He says, apology evident in his voice. “Of course, that’s why we’ll keep the team small. Just you and me.” You shiver.
“I, should,” you chew your lip, “I’m a touch behind on combat training, I haven’t had to brave a sports festival in a while.” Iida clears his throat.
“We’re all happy to help you brush up on your skills. We’ve got a dangerous new faction gathering up in the Hyogo province and Deku’s leading the investigation.” You nod, opening the file, and flipping through some images.
“Oh wow,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “I’ll need a warmer coat.”
_____
Across the city, Todoroki stretches, checking his phone as he finishes his patrol.
Bakugou: sorry for being an asshole. Gotta drop her stuff off at your place, is there a good time, where I won’t scare the shit outta her?
Todoroki pauses, squinting in the bright sunlight to ensure he’d read the message correctly, it was so unlike Bakugou to open with an apology.
Todoroki: it’s fine.
Todoroki thinks for a second, about how much he can divulge, how much of the terse conference room meeting he’d had with Deku, Iida, Uraraka, and Froppy he wanted to share with his former classmate. He decides to keep it to himself, removing all emotion from the information.
Todoroki: she’ll be leaving for a field assignment in a few days, so before then would be best if possible.
In his office, Bakugou chokes on his coffee.
Bakugou: no way she asked for that.
Todoroki: of course she didn’t.
Todoroki: Midoriya insisted.
He stops himself, almost wishing he could recall the text to his phone, it’s so steeped in obvious bitterness that he feels embarrassed. He makes an attempt to backtrack.
Todoroki: She’s tougher than she looks. You know this.
Bakugou: yeah.
Bakugou: she okay?
Todoroki toys with the idea of lying but decides against it.
Todoroki: no.
Todoroki: but she’s healing.
Bakugou: fuck.
Bakugou: okay.
Bakugou: what about 4PM tomorrow, can you have her out of the apartment around then?
Todoroki: sure.
Bakugou: and the assignment, it’s dangerous?
Todoroki: Can I call you?
Bakugou gets up and locks his door before sitting down at his desk and responding.
Bakugou: fine.
He picks up on the first ring, and Todoroki is already off like a shot.
“Not for nothing,” He says, anger evident in his tone, “You have a lot of fucking nerve being concerned about her safety and happiness.” The words hit Bakugou like a freight train, not a single one of his friends had had the wherewithal to genuinely scold him, he can’t gather words in time for a response before Todoroki barrels forward. “You bet her. You bet your girlfriend, and you could have let it go. For the sake of your goddamn ego, you could have spared her the awkwardness of what I have to imagine, was a borderline traumatic sexual encounter, and this breakup. Instead, you decided to let it go forward, to let this escalate, and then perhaps, arguably, when she needed you most, you did something even I, with so little respect for you, would never ever expect. You turned tail and ran . So you don’t get to ask me how she is and expect a real answer, you don’t get to worry about her on this assignment, and you’ll drop off her things tomorrow without notes, sentiment, or further contact. Understand?” His voice is sharp, dark, and mean, he’s surprised by how easy it is to access this anger on your behalf. A deep, aching sob echoes on the other end of the phone.
“I know,” Bakugou chokes out, “I know, okay, I,” he rubs his eyes, “I get it. I’m not gonna stop fuckin’ worryin’ about her just because I ain’t got no business doin’ that goddamn crap, I,” he swears under his breath, “I spent all of college, wishin’ I could do shit like that for her. Every time she took a hit in some stupid exam designed for hero students I fuckin’ felt it, even before we were, y’know, together.” Todoroki leans against the outside of an empty warehouse, this part of the city was always so empty. “You’re not,” Bakugou had planned to be subtle, to be sneaky, to pull this information delicately but finds at the moment he only has access to the bluntest of objects. “You’re not sleeping with her?”
“No.” Todoroki says, and he fucking means it. “She’s a big girl, Bakugou,” he says, softening a degree. “She’s a healer at a pro hero agency, which means she does field assignments. She’ll keep up.”
“Fuck,” Bakugou wipes his face. “I didn’t think this would be so fucking hard.” Todoroki sighs into the phone, a rush of static.
“You know she started therapy yesterday.” Bakugou doesn’t respond to him. “Maybe it would be a good idea for you too.”
“Yeah.” Bakugou leans back in his chair. “Maybe.”
_______
Todoroki whisks you away from the office for lunch, picking a small booth at the back of a french style cafe where he can hide from potential fans and paparazzi. You’re picking at your tartine, and ignoring the little tub of pickles that came with your food.
“Do you want mine?” He says, gesturing to his own pickles, hoping to subtly draw attention to the fact that he’s noticed you’re not eating without him having to say it.
“No.” You look distracted. “I’m sorry. I think today’s just a hard day.” He reaches out and places a hand on top of yours, and you do the last thing he expects. He watches you fight a shy smile. “It’s really nice to have you around, Todoroki.” You say softly, before reaching over and taking a pickle off his plate, and eating it.
“I like having you around too,” he gives your hand a squeeze. “And I know, firsthand how hard therapy can be, and I wanted to say that I’m excellent at setting boundaries, so if you ever want to talk things through with me you don’t need to worry about being a burden, I, I’ll let you know if something’s too much.” You nod.
“I appreciate that but um, I kinda wanna hear how your day was.” You lace your fingers with his. “If that’s okay.” He nods, thinking of his brief phone call with Bakugou, deciding not to mention it. Instead, he tells you about the little villain skirmish he’d interrupted, two warring factions that had been mid argument when he’d strode into the alley, and he gets the pleasure of hearing you laugh, wishing there was way he could tattoo that sound on his body.
“If I were a villain,” you giggle, “I don’t think I’d have it in me to try.” You shrug. “Not against you anyway.” He smirks.
“Well, plenty of them run when they see me coming.” He says, and you pick up your bread and start to eat.
_____
You unpack the unlabeled boxes Bakugou left in Shouto’s living room in complete silence, officially unofficially moving into the pro hero’s guest room. He flits in and out of your space, unsure of what to do with his hands, let alone what to say. Eventually, when he builds the courage, he clears his throat, drawing your attention. He doesn’t speak, just stepping in front of you and taking both of your hands, rubbing circles into your palms as he presses his lips to your forehead. You let the t-shirt Bakugou had so often threatened to rip off of you slip from your hands to the floor, and lean into his chest, sighing deeply.
_____
Another few days pass, and despite your near constant vigilance, you don’t hear from any of your friends. You prepare for the field mission, packing a warm but light bag, and working late hours with Midoriya as you plot your trek across the mountains.
“Is Todoroki waiting for you?” Midoriya says, bent over the conference room table next to you, scanning an old trail map.
“No,” You shrug, “I told him to go home.” It’s dark outside, well after 9 PM, and you feel exhausted. “Do you think we’ll be finished soon?” You ask, and Midoriya looks troubled.
“I don’t think so.” He says, flopping in a chair. “Sorry that this is taking you away from Todoroki so much.” You laugh.
“I just wanna sleep, it doesn’t have anything to do with my roommate.” Midoriya nods. He could do this, he can play this calm, collected.
“Roommates, huh?” He says, raising his eyebrows a single degree.
“Yes,” You reply primly, a shy smile on your lips. “Roommates, Midoriya.” You turn back to the map but he’s not finished, he’s waited this long, waited longer than any sane person would, really, when you’re so fucking weak, and he’s so strong. He zones out for a minute, remembering the taste of your lips, imagining the way you’d squirm underneath him, you’d fight, maybe but would he even feel it, would it even matter? “I,” you speak, pulling him out of the sinful daydream. “I have to thank you, honestly Midoriya.” He blinks at you, and you scoot a little closer to him in the rolling chair. “I’ve been um, I’ve been in therapy, actually, since Bakugou and I broke up.” He nods, acting like this is brand new information. “And I’ve had the perspective to realize how isolated I was when I was dating him, and how you took such good care of me that night. I am grateful to you for ensuring I wasn’t completely alone after that.” It takes all of his willpower not to take your hand, it’s just sitting there on the table tantalizing him. He leans away from you instead, and fuck, yes , he has to stop himself from hissing his victory out loud as you lean further into his personal space, evidently feeling the physical rejection of the space he’d taken.
“Well, you know how I feel about you.” He says, and the combination of the verbal affirmation and his physical indications of rejection for the sentiment seems to confuse you. You stammer, a good sign, an indication that your mind isn’t moving faster than your lips, that you’re saying what you’re thinking.
“D-do I?” You ask, and perhaps, if this were a different movie, a more fair one, a less cruel word, that would be enough. He’d reach out, cup your face, and kiss you softly, the good guy gets the girl. However, instead, he offers you a warm, boyish smile before closing the distance in between you.
“You believed in me when no one else did.” He says quietly. “I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.” You soften at the sadness he projects, of course, you , healer, go to give him comfort. You cup his upper arm, rubbing it softly.
“You were always going to be a great hero, Midoriya.” You shrug. “I just put you back together a few times.” He lets the moment sit for a beat, and then rescues you, brings you back to levity with a joke.
“A few hundred times.” He says, and you giggle, thankfully, and return to your map.
_____
Todoroki was a problem , Midoriya thinks, after dropping you off at his apartment building later that night, but not an unsolvable problem. He doesn’t even wait until the driver has pulled away from the high rise before taking his phone out.
Midoriya: hey!
He waits. The response time is shorter than he expects, honestly thinking this might be another Bakugou situation where he has to access some back channels. But she responds in just a few minutes.
Momo: Hello
_____
You return to the apartment to find Shouto sprawled on the couch, the TV on. One of his arms hangs over the edge, and before you can stop yourself, you touch his shoulder and wake him. He opens one eye, and in his half-awake state, he sighs deeply and beckons you to join him. You give in, laying half on top of him, letting him tuck your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply, delighting in your closeness.
“Are you worried?” He whispers. “Anxious?” You consider.
“I trust Midoriya.” You snuggle into Todoroki, who manages to hide his deeply troubled expression. “I gave him a hard time, probably because of how things went down that night, but he really has been kind to me since. I mean,” you sit up a little, “I’m a healer. Sometimes healers do field assignments.” Todoroki hums. It’s true , he could out Midoriya. He had texts, emails, and receipts. However, he thinks, as he gives you a squeeze, this, right now, was so fucking nice. And how angry would you be? He wonders, when you found out he’d known, and didn’t stop it, didn’t rescue you.
It’s true , he hadn’t fully bought into the idea when Midoriya had explained it, but the fervor burning in Midoriya’s eyes had meant he wasn’t likely to be dissuaded, and there was, there was that one memory, one that he’d banished to the humiliating fringes of his mind, one that weighs on him.
“Bakuogu, ow,” you said, “Ow, ow, you’re hurting me.” Todoroki stops in his tracks, muscles tensing before he turns the corner. It was late, far after midnight in the dorms.
“Quit whinin’,” Bakugou had snarled, “Sick of seein’ the way other guys look at you, I’m fuckin’ sick of it.” Todoroki hears your sharp gasp and peers around the corner, watching you trying to squirm out of the blonde’s iron grip,
“You’re holding me too tight,” the pain pinches your voice, “Please, please I-”
“Fuck,” Bakugou spits out the word, he’s drunk, Todoroki can hear it now, the slight slur of his voice as he shoves you hard, and you stumble and nearly fall. Todoroki steps out, meaning to catch you, but by some miracle of athleticism, Bakugou gets there first, not quite letting you hit the ground, manhandling you back into a standing position. “Sorry, sorry baby,” he mutters ,burying his face in your neck, “Sorry, I don’t, you know I never mean to hurt ya.”
“I know you don’t.” You whisper, and he holds you tightly as Todoroki ducks back around the corner.
“Good, baby.” He mumbles. “Good.”
He’d never asked you in school though the words had sat on the tip of his tongue for months, whenever you’d be healing him, whenever you’d had a quiet moment, “I never mean to hurt you”, Bakugou had said. Did this happen often, did you call yourself clumsy to hide the bruises, or did you earnestly trip as often as it seemed?
In present day, he clears his throat, kissing the top of your head. The past didn’t matter. He couldn’t change the past. He could care for you now, he owed you more than that. He couldn’t let you go off with Midoriya alone, not like this, not without saying something. Reluctantly, he lifts his head and holds your gaze.
“When you’re working late,” he says, choosing his words carefully, “If you would prefer, if you would prefer not to be alone in the agency with Midoriya, it’s really no problem for me to wait up for you.” He watches you think about your response.
“I had a couple moments where I was uncomfortable but I think that’s just because of what happened.” You give Todoroki a soft smile. “He’s had plenty of chances to make a move on me and he hasn’t.” You shrug. “Getting jealous on me?” He manages a smile.
“What’s there to be jealous of,” he teases, and you giggle, looking away, realizing you’re straddling the pro hero’s hips.
“One of these days I’m gonna kiss you just to shut you up.” You chirp, and he grins.
“Is that right?”
_______
Momo: Hello
Midoriya breathes a sigh of relief.
Midoriya: Hey Momo! How are you?
Momo: Alright, sorry for not keeping better in touch.
Midoriya: it’s all good, you show face in the 1-A Groupchat more than me these days.
Momo: well, number one hero. To what do I owe the text?
Midoriya: would you believe me if i said I just wanted to catch up?
Momo: ah honestly no.
Momo: so what do you need?
Midoriya: cool I mean that’s probably fair
Momo: probably?
Momo: are you kidding me?
Midoriya: you said you could handle something casual.
Momo: Casual isn’t staying over. Casual isnt letting me wear your sweatshirt in public. Casual isn’t holding each other when you have nightmares.
Midoriya: I know.
Momo: good. So what? What do you want?
Midoriya: you have to know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t desperate.
Momo: thanks for saying that.
Midoriya: jesus christ I’m sorry. I’m in love with someone else. I never lied to you about that.
Momo: what do you want?
Midoriya sighs deeply, sliding a little bit in his seat in the car.
Midoriya: it’s about Todoroki.
Momo: what about Shouto?
Midoriya chuckles privately to himself, ahhh dropping his first name to try and make him jealous. Adorable. Momo had always like to kid herself, that she could play the game at his level, an it had been easy to imagine you in her place when she was writhing underneath him.
Midoriya: he got wasted last weekend and told me he’s still in love with you.
Midoriya: and I fucked up so badly with you, I thought I owed you that information. I want him to be happy. I want you both to be happy.
Momo: still in love with me?
Midoriya: if you tell him I’ll deny it. He doesn’t remember.
Momo: so what, I’m supposed to text him?
Midoriya: if I give you advice am I gonna get the verbal equivalent of a drink thrown at me?
Momo: no you’d get the text version of a drink thrown at you.
Midoriya: ok shutting up and leaving you alone.
Momo: no no.
Momo: advice. Please.
Midoriya: you should surprise him!!!
Midoriya: you know what a romantic he is deep down.
Momo: hm.
Momo: if this is a trap or a prank know that I will kill you.
Midoriya: you seem very serious.
Momo: I am. Those muscles of yours won’t protect you from poison.
Midoriya: ahaha not a trap.
Midoriya: He’ll be happy to see you. I promise.
Momo: okay.
Momo: thank you, Midoriya.
Midoriya: I mean when I say I want to see you happy. And I meant it when I said I was sorry. I never meant to hurt you, or to lead you on.
Momo: noted.
______
The next day, you run out of the hero building to pick up some pantry staples. You push through crowds to a local grocery store, rocking onto your tiptoes when someone makes an apologetic noise behind you.
“Let me,” and the tone is warm, familiar. Kirishima Eijirou takes the bottle of Sriracha from the top shelf and hands it to you. You press your lips together, surprised with how overcome with emotion you are. There’s an awkward silence, where your eyes water, and you take a step forward.
“You know,” you say, voice shaking with anger, “After touching me like that, the least you could have done was call to check in.” You shove the hot sauce at him and turn around, storming out of the store while he calls your name.
You practically run back to the agency, poorly concealing your tears as you get into the elevator. The doors close, and he’s there, he’s been waiting since he saw you leave.
“Oh my god,” Midoriya blurts. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you blurt, lying terribly as the tears in your eyes spill over. He hugs you quickly, holding you tightly.
“What happened?” He lets go of you, rubbing your upper arms.
“I ran into Kirishima,” you sniffle, and his blood turns to ice in his veins, so much depended on keeping you isolated, Todoroki was bad enough, he couldn’t deal with- “And it was just so awkward,” you sigh, and feeling returns to his fingertips.
“C’mere,” he wraps you back in his arms. “I’m sorry they left you like that, you deserved better.”
“I did.” You sniff, inhaling deeply as the elevator doors ding open to your floor. “Thanks, Midoriya,” you go to step off and he catches your wrist, stepping out with you.
“You’re sure you’re alright?” He asks, and you shrug.
“I mean,” you fidget, he steps off the elevator to continue your conversion, not releasing your wrist. “It’s weird, right, that no one’s reached out to me?” Midoriya winces and gestures for you to sit down at the desk. You do, flopping in your rolling chair. He sits on a little stool, right next to you, just close enough for it to be casual.
“We haven’t talked about it.” He says quietly, resting his forearms on his knees. “But I would imagine they’re embarrassed.” You blink at him. “I mean clearly they were just as taken with you as Bakugou always was,” he shrugs, “To touch you like that. I would bet that they don’t know what to say to you, or even if you’d want them to reach out.” Your lips twitch.
“You’re right.” You sigh. “We haven’t talked about it.” There’s a pause. “Should we, talk about it?” He laughs, and the perfectly timed expression of nervousness and levity brings a little warmth back to your face.
“Is there something you’d like to say?” His smile crumbles a little bit into a smirk. “I know you said you were thankful for me taking care of you, but I assumed you meant after-”
“Midoriya!” You squeak, burying your face in your hands. “Oh my god.” He laughs again, touching your upper arm, unable to stop himself. “No, no, I mean, I don’t think even if I wanted to I could pretend that you weren’t, ah,” you stop to choose the right word, it’s fucking adorable how earnestly you communicate, always looking for the way to most honestly communicate exactly what you’re feeling. “Skilled.” You settle on. He nods knowingly.
“Well, I hope Todoroki measures up.”
“Midoriya!” You repeat again, standing. “Todoroki and I are roommates. We’re not seeing each other. I probably shouldn’t romantically involve myself with anyone for a while, at least until I stop throwing temper tantrums in the sauce aisle.”
“Let me put it like this,” he says, “If you’d ever like to discuss it. Any part of it.” You swallow. “I am here.” You nod. “And if you ever get lonely, with your roommate,” he smiles at you, “I’m very capable of something casual.”
“Really?” You say dryly, “You’re hitting on me.”
“Absolutely not,” He grins, standing, “Think of it like, offering assistance,” he glances at your hands, folded in your lap, “I mean, can you even really reach anywhere important with those tiny little-” You burst into a peal of giggles.
“Get out before I call the papers.” You sniff with mock petulance, “Pro Hero Midoriya discriminates against people with smaller hands than him. Twitter will cancel you like that .” You snap your fingers and he laughs.
“It’s nice.” He says, after a beat. “To hear you laugh again.”
______
The night before you leave for your field assignment, you and Todoroki are snuggled on the couch. You’re pressed up against him, half in his lap, his long fingers tangled in your hair.
“My willpower truly knows no bounds,” He groans, adjusting you a little to accommodate the erections throbbing in his sweatpants. You giggle. “In all seriousness,” he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, “It means so much to me that you trust me.” You sigh softly.
“What if I kissed you?”
“Hmmm,” he says, holding you tightly. “I think you need a friend, right now. More than you need a paramour.”
“What if I want to kiss you?” You quip, and he pulls away a little, studying you. “We could,” and you hear Midoriya’s voice in your ear as you re-use his words. “We could keep it casual.” He doesn’t have to think about it.
“I couldn’t.” He shrugs. “Not with you.” Your eyes widen, your lips part slightly. “Relax,” he murmurs, squeezing you, “I’m not going to push you, there will be no dramatic confession. But I couldn’t sleep with you and pretend it was meaningless.”
“T-todoroki,” you manage, and he can’t help it, can’t help playing with you a little, not when you’re so fucking sweet laid out before him.
“Hm?” He says, moving so that he’s leaning over you, watching your pupils blow wide. “What’s wrong?” He mutters. “You scared, darling, are you afraid?” You nod, and he leans forward, kissing your forehead. “When you come back,” he says quietly, “We can talk about it. How does that sound?” You sigh, and nod. “That’s a good girl. Let’s get some rest.”
______
He wakes before you and makes a poor attempt at breakfast, backed by genuine effort. The eggs are underseasoned, but you eat them together, in silence at 6AM.
“Here.” He says, sliding the bottle of hot sauce across the table. “I know Bakugou was a better cook than me.” You laugh, eyes still cloudy with sleep.
“I think I like cuddling with you more,” you reward him with a dazzling smile, “If it helps.” He swallows, only barely able to keep the way your words send him reeling from his face.
“You be careful,” he says, standing and refilling your water glass without you asking, “Or I’ll tell you to stay here.” That makes you actually laugh.
“Believe me if there was a way for you to get me out of spending a full week in the freezing cold I’d be begging for it.” You swallow some eggs. “Midoriya said he was going to try and download the next season of Bojack Horsemen or something, but I dunno how long his phone is gonna hold a charge.” You rub your eyes. “I’ll miss you, it’ll be weird not to see you every day.”
“I’ll be thinking of you.” Todoroki says softly, and there’s something so genuine about his tone, it makes you squirm in your chair. “I am, however, planning you a welcome home surprise.” You raise your eyebrows. “No further questions.”
______
He drops you at Midoriya’s office at 7:30, kissing the top of your head where he knows Midoriya can see, and giving you a little squeeze.
“I’ll pick you up when you’re done.” He says. “Please, be careful. Stay in touch if you can.” The door to Midoriya’s office opens, and the number one pro hero gives you both a grin. He’s fully bundled, somehow even more hulking in a huge black puffy coat. He gives you a warm hug, lifting you off your feet, ignoring Todoroki.
“You look ready to go!” he says, patting your shoulder, “Need anything from the office?” You shake your head, your backpack is at your side. He picks it up.
“Please be careful,” Todoroki says, and Midoriya gives him a cursory nod.
“Of course!” he says. “This is a scouting mission, frankly we’d send someone else but not one can move faster than me on this terrain.” Todoroki nods.
“Of course. Check in, if you can.” He reaches out and touches his friends upper arm, and Midoriya softens, remembering that before they were rivals, they were friends.
“I will.” He promises. “Actually,” he turns to you, “One sec, Todoroki, if you have a minute?” Shouto nods, and steps inside Midoriya’s office. Deku steps behind him, closes the door and leans against his desk, just as the first golden light of sunrise peeks over the horizon. In an office of mostly glass, the light is golden and blinding. “Are we okay?” He asks, and Todoroki puts his hands in his pockets.
“I should have stopped you.” He says quietly.
“From?” Midoriya chirps.
“From all of it.” Todoroki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “From, from playing with people like they’re your action figures, from-”
“I think Bakugou was violent with her.” Midoriya blurts, “Alright, I, she won’t say anything, and she won’t admit it but, I think she was scared of him,” he takes a step forward, “And she wasn’t gonna leave him.”
“We don’t know,” Todoroki hisses, that memory tugging at him, “We don’t know that, Bakugou’s a hero, and he’s our friend.” He shakes his head. “I’ve actually never heard you call him Bakugou before.” Midoriya presses his lips together.
“We did what we needed to do to protect her.” He says, taking a step forward. “She needed rescuing, so I rescued her.”
“Is that what you think happened?” Todoroki says coolly. “Because from where I’m standing, you bribed Shindou, fucked her, and ruined her relationship in the most dramatic way possible.”
“She wouldn’t have left him,” Midoriya says, his eyes darkening. “And if you were so opposed to it you should have said something, should have even tried to talk me out of it, but you didn’t? Did you?” He cocks his head a little, sensing his friend's discomfort. “Is that the problem here, that you look at me and know that we’re no different? You both tacitly and explicitly endorsed my actions, on multiple occasions, because you knew you’d never have a chance with her any other way.” He lowers his voice. “And the issue isn’t that you have a moral issue with anything I’ve done, is it?” Todoroki looks away, and then finds himself blinded by the brightness of the rising sun, he blinks a few times to clear his vision. “No, no you don’t like that you’ve been outplayed.” Midoriya muses, rubbing his chin. “Poor Todoroki Shouto, unused to losing.”
“That’s not true-” Todoroki starts, but Midoriya doesn’t let him.
“It’s not true that you don’t like losing? Or it’s not true that you’ve been outplayed because,” he glances at the window on his office door, right on cue, there’s a tall, statuesque silhouette in the doorway. He hears your voice.
“Yaoyorozu!” You say, voice a little muffled through the door, “It’s so nice to see you.” Todoroki freezes.
“Have you seen Shouto?” He hears her say. “I think, I think I need to talk to him about something important.”
“I think we’re going to have a lovely trip up into the mountains,” Midoriya says, cheerfully picking up some papers on his desk. “It’s gonna be so cold though,” He smiles, and a shiver runs up Todoroki’s spine, “I’ll keep her warm.”
“Fuck you.” Todoroki spits, and just as he hears you speak, worry evident in your voice.
“Oh! Cool, he’s actually in there right now.” You say and then Momo knocks on Midoriya’s office door.
“Hey, Shouto?” She says.
“Come on in!” Midoriya calls, and Todoroki’s hands curl into fists as she pushes the door open. Midoriya pushes past her with a friendly wave and a,
“Bye Todoroki!” He starts leading you away, pausing a few feet from the door to adjust his backpack, just long enough for you to overhear Momo saying,
“I just, missed you, I guess.”
_____
A few minutes later in the car, your phone vibrates.
Todoroki: please be safe.
You: I’ll be okay!! Number one hero and all.
Todoroki: I need you to know there’s nothing going on between Momo and me.
Midoriya glances over and sees you frowning at your phone. He reaches over and pats your knee.
“Don’t worry about Todoroki and Yaoyorozu.” He says, giving your leg a squeeze. “Maybe it’s work-related.”
“It wasn’t.” You mumble. “But it’s,” you fold your hands in your lap. “It’s fine, I, it’s not a big deal.”
“It sounds like not a big deal,” Midoriya says cheerfully. “Especially when you say it like that.”
“It’s just that after everything it’s so hard for me to trust anyone,” you vent, “And I hate that something like that could make me doubt things, but I loved Bakugou, and he said he loved me, so can I even trust my own intuition?” You bury your face in your palms. “Sorry, sorry, Midoriya we can talk about work.”
“I’m your friend.” He says kindly. “I can listen to you vent, it’s fine.” He rubs a circle into your knee with his huge, scarred hand. “They have a lot of history, I’d probably be worried too.” You groan softly. “But anyone who doesn’t choose you is a fucking idiot.” You laugh bitterly. “I’m serious.”
“Thanks, Midoriya.” You say, a soft, sighing sound. “I don’t want him to think I’m crazy, I’m just gonna respond.” He nods.
You: I get it!! We can talk more when I’m back like you said.
Todoroki: You know I care about you, a lot right?
You: yeah I do.
You: I trust you, okay?
Todoroki: you don’t know what that means to me.
“I trust Todoroki.” You say out loud, closing your eyes. “I do. I’m choosing to.” Midoriya nods. “I am.” You repeat, playing the soft moments you’ve shared in your mind, the times he could have slept with you, and instead listened to you, cared for you, touched you gently. Midoriya pats your thigh.
“Good.” He says. “That’s good.”
_________
“How could you want to meet with me so early,” Mina grumbles, crutching around to her desk and then flopping in her chair with little regard to the cast on her leg. “I already have to take it easy for like two months while we do physical therapy, my life is bad-”
“I ran into y/n.” Kirishima blurts, “And at first y’know, I was,” he lets out a little huffy nervous breath, “It was weird because-”
“Because I went to the hospital for a few weeks and you all lose control of your dicks and Bakugou loses his mind?” She snaps, “Not that anyone cares, but us being down a healer isn’t great either.” Kirishima winces, and pushes the mug of coffee he’d made her across the desk, taking a seat in her office. She sips it grumpily, softening.
“Sucks.” Kirishima says quietly. “I feel badly that you got hurt. I know how much it matters to you that you’re out there, doing what you can to help people.” Mina’s dark sclera makes her difficult to read to some, but Kirishima is well versed in the body language of one of his closest friends. He watches her hands bunch up, then flatten in defeat.
“Yeah, well Mr. Indestructible,” She smiles weakly, “You brought me coffee and I snapped at you. Sorry, sorry about that.” Kirishiima shrugs, patting her hands.
“Rough few weeks. And Bakugou didn’t make it easy on any of us.” She says, staring at the coffee, then looking back up at Kirishima, sitting patiently in the chair.
“I apologize for interrupting,” she sips the coffee.
“I apologize for the 8:30 meeting.” Kirishima says, getting up, shutting the door and sitting back down. “I know we’re alone, but I think Bakugou slept in his office.” She moans and rubs her eyes.
“Last interruption, but who’s gonna tell him the me-me-whine-whine-no-one-may-worry-for-me-martyr routine is actually more emotional labor than if he just cried in front of us when he was sad.”
“Not me.” Kirishima says, scooting forward. “So, I ran into y/n.” Mina nods. “And she uh,” he reddens, “Laid into me a bit, deservedly so, probably-”
“Probably?” Mina repeats.
“Definitely, definitely.” Kirishima flashes his palms. “But she said something odd, she said the least I could have done would have been to call.” Mina’s brow furrows.
“But you’ve been calling her?” Mina says, cocking her head to one side, “And so have I, hell Denki, Sero, we all called. And texted.”
“I know,” Kirishima said, “I know, and I’ve been thinking, which-” he holds up a hand, “Save the comment about how that’s unusual for me for another time.”
“That’s weird.” Mina rubs her eyes. “It’s really weird. You’ve totally called her, I think you called her like, an hour after you left, that’s what you said?”
“Yeah I left her that voicemail about how you know, I felt bad for chasing after Bakugou, that her friendship is important to me and I didn’t want her to be alone.”
“Yeah,” Mina chews her lip. “The whole thing is so weird to me because-”
“Because Bakugou was always so protective of her around other guys!” Kirishima cuts her off excitedly, “I know, I was saying this to Denki but he dismissed it.”
“I mean,” Mina stares at her reflection in the coffee. “I don’t think it’s that far fetched that he put his foot in his mouth, but fuck remember when someone looked at her wrong when we were in school?” Kirishima shivers.
“It was an important part of the way he expressed care for her,” Kirishima thinks about it, “Bakugou being protective was a kind of love language. I just think the whole thing is weird.”
“It is,” Mina agrees, “But because there so many moving parts, there’s Shindou, there’s Deku who was there for some reason, I heard she’s staying with Todoroki from Jirou, but that Todoroki’s still fucking Yaoyorozu.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “And we’ve all been calling her, and hitting voicemail right away.”
“Which I assumed meant she’d blocked me?” Kirishima says, “Which makes sense but why would she block you?”
“And if she’d blocked you,” Mina says, “Why would she ask why you hadn’t called?” Kirishima shrugs.
“She wouldn’t.”
_______
Todoroki’s flops so hard into his chair it nearly breaks. He buries his face in his hands. Powerless, powerless, powerless. Outplayed. Was Deku right, had he been foolish to think he could protect you from what his friend was planning, what he’d already set in motion? It had take an hour of polite conversation with Momo before she’d left, with an odd look on her face. His phone buzzes, and he nearly doesn’t pick it up, waiting two rings before swiping answer right across Kirishima’s face.
“What’s up?” He says voice gruff, betraying just a little anxiety.
“We need to talk to y/n, right now, is she with you?"
"Ah," Todoroki pauses, pouting a little, "She's with Midoriya."
The plot twists keep coming and I could not put this down I'm screaming. Went to the bathroom during work and used all my breaks to read it because it's THAT good holy shit.
summary - after you die and deku comes to collect your soul he takes personal responsibility for you.
cws - monsterfucking light, he's got horns and a long tongue and is 7 feet tall, sleeps in a nest, collects souls ready to pass on. reader is dead, she's been murdered by her abusive boyfriend, but the story picks up after she's passed. breeding, deku's a gentle dom, huge cock,, uhhh yeah honestly this is pretty soft,
MINORS DNI - please have an age in your bio to interact with this fic.
It’s not that he liked his job, Deku reminds himself as he feels the tugging towards another soul ready for departure, it’s that he feels a sense of duty. He was a shepherd, to most of the people he visited, death was a kindness, a release, and he was sure, already leaping over rooftops, his tattered black cloak dragging behind him, that you would be no different. Like most people, you barely notice his figure darkening the doorway, but oh you poor thing, you can barely move.
“Ohh,” he can’t help it, the sympathetic sound pouring from his lips, what a helpless little human, “So many broken bones,” he muses in a soft coo, squatting beside you. You’re leaned up against the wall of an empty apartment, blood trickling down the side of your face. You let out a little breath, and when he rests his hand on your shoulder the pain dissipates. “I haven’t seen one this bad in a while,” he says, and you gasp in shock, looking up at the dark figure that suddenly appeared next to you.
He was tall, and broad, with a tangle of dark green curls that matched his glittering verdant irises, a smattering of freckles across his nose. He reaches a scarred hand out to you, and you take it, bursting into tears as he pulls you to your feet.
“I’m sorry,” you choke out, “I’m sorry you probably deal with this all the time.” Your voice is softer than he expects, little more than the whistle of a teakettle. He wraps his arms around you, folding your body into his warm chest.
“Actually,” He says, “Most people are angry.” The lump in your throat only grows as the hot tears spill down your face. “They want more time, another chance, and I can’t give it to them.”
“I-I-I’m ready to go,” you blubber, “I’m so t-tired, and everything hurts.” He rubs comforting patterns into your back.
“Let’s take a second,” he says, looking down at the top of your head. “It’s alright, no more pain where we’re headed, okay?” You only cry harder.
“I never,” you sniff and look up at him, “I never had a chance.” He moves one of his hands higher, tangling it in your hair, a question he never asks on his lips.
“Who did this to you?” He says, and you turn around to glance at your body but he catches your chin with a kind smile. “Better not look, hm?” You nod
“W-we could go to my kitchen?” You hiccup and he lets you lead him forward.
“I can make you tea.” He says, opening the cabinet with your mugs in it on the first try.
“Death can make tea?” You ask, and he nods without turning around.
“I’m not death.” He clarifies. “I work for death.” He turns the stove on, filling a teapot with water and looking over his shoulder at you. “I asked who did this to you?”
“M-my boyfriend.” You mumble. “No matter how hard I t-tried, he was never happy with me, and when I tried to leave,” You tremble, unable to finish the sentence.
“No,” Deku coos at you with surprise, as if he hadn’t heard this story a million times before, as if this was new information, “Sweetheart, that’s not love, you deserved to be loved.” You nod slowly, your eyes burning with fresh tears, and the need to comfort you nearly overtakes him.
“No one else wanted me.” You press your lips together. “I never had a chance at all.” Deku takes a box of tea down from the cabinet and inspects you carefully, your skin in the moonlight, your red-rimmed eyes.
“You don’t have questions for me?” He looks over his shoulder at you and you shake your head. “You know it’s not true that no one else wanted you.” He says, sitting down next to you at your kitchen table. “You’re very beautiful, so I’m sure that’s not true.” You sniff.
“Thank you.” You say, and he reaches over and brushes some hair out of your face, his hands ghosting your skin and then returning to his side.
“Tell me what happened?” He murmurs, “I have time.” You swallow, and nod.
“He, he came home, and he was drunk.” Dekus eyes never leave yours while you’re speaking, “And he was upset, about, about something, maybe sports, maybe me. He wanted me to have sex with him, and I didn’t want to, I just, I didn’t feel like it.” Deku gets up, takes the kettle off the stove, and pours the boiling water, setting the steeping tea in front of you with a soft thump. You touch it, half expecting your hands to go through the ceramic, but they don’t.
“This isn’t your fault.” He says, joining you.
“You didn’t make yourself tea?” You ask, eyes widening a little.
“I don’t really, eat.” He explains. “You won’t either, when we leave.”
“Where are we going?” You ask, cupping the mug in your hands, it’s warm on your cool skin. He thinks about it before responding.
“The next phase of existence, it’s different for everyone.” He stops himself, closing his eyes, “I’m, I’m sorry, you’re not,” he swallows, “You shouldn’t be, you shouldn’t be okay with this,” the pain is evident in his voice, “You should be fighting me, you should be kicking and screaming, you should be begging for a chance at revenge!” You take a long slow breath in, lower lip trembling.
“I know this isn’t what you meant,” You mumble, throat tight, “But what I heard was that I can’t even die correctly.” You bury your face in your hands. “Can we just, can we go, to whatever’s next?”
“No!” He says, scandalized. “No, we can’t.” He takes your hand and pulls you out of your chair, “There had to be things that you always wanted to do?” You wipe one of your eyes. You’d had dreams once, maybe as a child, in those limited golden-tinged memories, you’d had things you’d sworn to do before this, the most human of inevitabilities.
“I can’t think of anything.” You whisper, and he shakes his head.
“Sure you can, is there a place you thought of going?” You think about it hard, at one of the jobs you’d had, at one point, your life was already blurring together, one of your co-workers had a
“Um, I guess I wanted to see Venice?” He yanks you down the hallway, and out into the summer drizzle. “What the hell are you doing?” He doesn’t answer, pulling you up into the clouds, you’re not flying exactly, there’s hardly any movement, except the turn of the planet beneath him. “Hey,” you try to get his attention hanging from his forearm as you move higher into the sky. He holds his posture, but you dangle like a christmas ornament, “Hey,” you say again, louder, and with a soft grunt he lifts you, holding you to his chest while he flies, wrapping his cloak around your body. After a few seconds, you’re flying over an ocean, moonlight sparkling on the dark waters, clinging to him, shivering in the cold.
“We’re obviously going to Venice,” He says, a touch of frustration in his voice. “I want you to see, something, something you can mourn, you need to. It’s human, it’s healthy.” You look up at him.
“Why are you so concerned?”
“It’s part of my job.” He says, “To guide humans. To take them to the places they need to go. And I decided you and I go to Venice, now.” You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his hands on your waist. As you touch down on the cobblestones, the moon is high, glittering on the canal. He leads you down the street, people don’t stop to look at you, you gather after he walks straight through a lampost, because they can’t see you. You’ve been walking for a few minutes, he doesn’t let go of your hand. You look down at it, his nails are varnished black, the fingers long and thick. Everything about him is big, you realize, even more so on the tiny Eurpean streets.
“Am I dreaming?” You wonder out loud, and he looks down at you.
“No.” He confirms. “Does this help, though, being here?” You sigh, shivering, the air is cool and wet. You swallow.
“I don’t know.”
“I could get you ice cream.” He says, a touch of desperation to his tone.
“I had a dream, once.” You say, so softly, he has to lean in to hear you at all. “I wanted him to love me.” You breathe the last word, “I want him to touch me softly, because,” you gesture around the piazza, remembering that it was the honeymoon in your co-workers photo and not the sinking city you’d longed for, “I wanted a real love.” Your lip trembles. “And I’m never going to get it.” The tears fall again. “No one ever touched me softly,” you look up and meet his eyes, his face is completely unreadable, “And I’ll never know what that’s like.” You gesture weakly. “This is pretty but, when the people go, it’s just stone, and water, and spores.” You look at the lichen climbing up the side of the fountain. “And now I’m dead.” He swallows and looks down at you.
“I’m not sure how to fix that.” he admits. “I don’t usually do this.”
“Take someone’s soul to Italy before you take them on?” You sniff, wiping your face. “I’m sorry I think, I just want it all to be over.” Deku presses his lips together and frowns before speaking again, a touch of childish desperation creeping into his voice.
“It’s just that, the little parts of being alive are so fascinating to me,” he giggles at the thought, “Did you know some humans, when they date, take pictures of each other, and make it their little um, their phone screen?” You nod. “And I’ve seen,” he keeps chattering excitedly, I’ve seen them ah,” he stops himself, searching for the word, “Do this thing, where they’re lying down together, and they kinda fit their bodies into each other?”
“Spooning?” You offer, and he beams.
“IS that what it’s called?” He fidgets, and you can see his long dark nails, more like talons in the darkness. He was so excited, so sweet.
“Um, I could, if you want I could show you, more of the things humans do when they’re in love?” He brightens, and when he smiles, the hood of his cloak falls off his head. In the dark moonlight, you can seek the skeleton underneath his skin, underneath the human glamour part of him.
“Oh, sorry.” he says, jerking the cloak over his head again, his ‘humanity’ restored. “I would, I would like that though.” He takes your hand. “Like, this, did I do this right, when I was comforting you, I’ve seen movies I-”
“This is fine.” You say, giving him a tiny encouraging smile that just cuts all the way through his chest. “But isn’t it better like this?” You carefully interlace your fingers with his. His hand is cold to the touch, but his face warms, a long breath escaping from his chest.
“Oh,” he says, “Yes it feels, so much closer?” You squeeze his hand, and he gets redder.
“You were good, ah, especially when you um,” You step into his personal space again and bury your face in his chest, he nods, understanding, cupping the back of your head in his free hand.
“Like this?” He asks, and you can feel the rumble of his voice from his chest.
“Yes,” you sigh, a little more warmth to the sound. “It helped.”
“What else,” he says, the desperation back in his voice, “Please I want, I want to understand better, for the people I guide.” You nod into him.
“You could lean down, and kiss the top of my head.” He follows your orders, his mouth lingering on your scalp, inhaling your scent. You smell like cigarette smoke, and vanilla perfume. “And I would do this,” You breathe, wrapping your free arm around his waist, and going to wrest your other hand from his but when you pull at it, his grip tightens, and an animalistic snarl rips from his chest. You jump and gasp with fear but apologies are spilling from his lips immediately.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says, “I just, I guess, I’m feeling protective, I want to keep holding your hand, please, ah,” you look up at him, his face is so genuinely contrite it breaks your heart, “May I please keep holding it?”
“Ah, yes.” You say, and he smiles at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “Can we keep walking?” You ask, and he nods. The two of you stroll through the streets of Venice at night, and the temperature drops considerably as the moon gets higher. You’re standing at the dock, looking out at the ocean, when you start genuinely trembling, and he speaks again, handsome face contorted with concern.
“Ah, are you cold?”
“Y-yes.” You choke out, still in only the tank top and pajama shorts you’d died in.
“I can um, I can give you my cloak if you don’t mind that i’ll look less human.” He offers, and you shrug.
“I can’t imagine that after all that,” you remember your crumpled form, the black spots appearing on your vision as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, so drunk he was blind to what he’d done, “That I looked human.”
“No, I suppose not so much.” he says, remembering a scene from a movie he’d watched on a day off, taking your chin in his hand roughly, then jumping back and releasing it, “Sorry, I wanted to touch you, but I, I did that wrong?” You nod quickly, and he looks sheepish, reaching back and touching his own neck. “Sorry.” He repeats.
“No it’s alright,” You say, taking his hands and arranging them on your face so that he’s cupping it, his thumbs resting on the top of your cheeks. “Like this.” He strokes your skin for a moment, lost in the high planes of your face reflecting in the moonlight, the only sound the water lapping the dock you're standing on, the boats nudging each other. But then another shiver runs up your spine, and he practically rips off his cloak, draping it around your shoulders, bending down so that he can properly arrange it on your shoulders. In the bright silver moonlight, he stretches into a truer form. He’s a little hunched, and much closer to seven feet than six. There are two white bony horns peeking out of his green hair, and his canines are long and sharp in a distinctly inhuman way. In the direct moonlight, you can see right through his skin. But other than that, he’s built like a man, the largest man you’ve ever seen, but a man nonetheless.
“Wow,” you stammer, drawing his cloak around you. He laughs.
“You’re not afraid?” He asks, and your mind flashes to the fear you knew in your life, the way you’d come to jump at loud noises, the way just the scent of whiskey could send you into a tailspin, and you shake your head.
“I’ve seen worse.” You say softly, and he nods, understanding.
“Ah.” He offers you his hand, now with long talons at the end. You take it, and he carefully, painstakingly interlaces your fingers. “Can I,” he starts, and then you watch him stop himself, second guess, and then barrel forward, “Can I, what I mean, is that,” he pauses, struggling for the right words. “I would like to, to kiss you, if I can.” Your eyes widen.
“Oh!”
“I mean, not if, not if you don’t-”
“No it’s just-”
“It’s totally okay,” he flashes his palms at you, “I get it if you-”
“I want to.” You cut him off again, and he looks at you, shock coloring his handsome features. “I just um,” you look around, “I know no one can see us, but I’d prefer if we could go somewhere um, private?” He nods, squeezing your hand.
“My place?”
“You have a place?” You ask, as he lifts you back up into the air, and you watch the moonlight glitter on the dark ocean.
“My shift’s been over for a bit.” He explains, a little guilt creeping into his expression. “We work for three weeks about, your time. You were my last job.”
“Oh.” Something twinges in your gut. “Can I ask you something?” You look down, Venice is tiny below you, nearly disappearing into the sea. “What ah, what are you?”
“I serve death.” He explains, lifting you easily so that you’re cradled against his chest, swaddled like a baby. “In all of their forms, as the raven queen, as the devil, as the moon, whatever form you’ve given them.” He shifts you a little so that your head is resting on his pectoral. “You might call me ah, a demon, I suppose, but that comes with such a negative connotation.”
“What should I call you, then?” He glances down at you, it’s incredible to him, how easy you’re taking this, how quickly you accepted death, how you don’t seem to be afraid of him, it feels, dreamlike.
“Call me Izuku.” He says as you break through a huge white cloud. The world around you blurs and suddenly you’re not flowing up, but down, down towards a ground that looks like a rocky mountainside. “It’s a reflection,” he explains, seeing the look on your face, “Sometimes when you’re looking in the mirror and you see something behind you, you are seeing us.”
“Izuku,” you say, and oh god his given name on your lips is heavenly, so sweet and short, a cooing, breathy sound. His mouth goes dry as he lands on the dirt path, leading to the mouth of a cave. “Is this allowed, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He stretches a little, setting you on the ground, you’d have to go back, eventually, he thinks, but there was a way, a way to ensure you’d be his forever.
“They might notice, in a century, that you didn’t report to where you’re going.” He yawns. “But it’s so kind of you to care.” He leads you to the mouth of the cave, which has a huge nest of blankets and twigs, the occasional moss accent softening a corner. Flickering torches hang on the walls, creating long dancing shadows on the floor. He helps you into the nest, lifting your body up and over the lip of it so that you slide to the soft bottom, then leaping into it after you. It’s cozy and much less fragile than it looks,
“I like this,” you breathe, startling even yourself at how, right it feels to be here. He blushes a deep crimson.
“You like my nest?”
“It seems,” you shift your weight a little, “It seems sturdy.” Warmth spreads across his chest.
“Thank you.” You’re sitting cross-legged on the blankets, with him kneeling in front of you. “Where do I um, how do I start?” he asks, and you take his huge hands guiding them so that one of them rests on your waist, and the other is cupping your cheek.
“Now press your lips to mine,” you say, eyes wide and kind, full of the most beautiful innocence - god he was going to - “Softly, at first.” You instruct, speaking the words almost into his mouth. “And you can use your hands to move me where you want me.” His hand on your waist tightens, digging into the softness of your skin there as he leans farther forward, experiencing the gentle ecstasy of closeness. Your body is warm, so warm compared to him, he can’t help it, he wants more, using his leverage to push his tongue between your lips, guiding you down on your back so that he can feel every curve, every contour of you against him. It’s been so long, he works so hard, and there are so many intricacies to your anatomy, so many places he can press his lips to make more music spill from your mouth. Where he’s hard and cold, you’re plush and warm, and the little gasp you make when he accidentally grazes his teeth against your lower lip practically sets him on fire, a low growl ripping from his chest. You tug on his hair, guiding him from your mouth to the crook of your neck, pulling another hiccupping gasp from your lips.
“I-izuku,” you choke out, it feels good, his tongue long and rough on your skin, but, “It’s o-okay, you can touch me,” another sound rumbles from him, somehow even more feral, as both of his hands move up to palm your chest, rutting his hips desperately against yours.
“Want you, gotta get your ready for me,” he growls, “Please, fuck, I need-”
“It’s okay,” you breathe, more sure of this than anything in your life, “I want you, I want you, I can handle it.” He pulls off of you, face flushed, heart racing, as he rips your pajama shorts off of you and dives between your legs. It’s like he’s sucked the air from your lungs, bright lights exploding behind your eyes as he presses his nose against your clit and slides his long tongue into your core. “Mmmmm,” He groans, rolling his hips against the ground, roughly taking your thighs in a bruising grip as you writhe with pleasure, the vibrations of his voice only sending you higher.
“‘Zuku,” you choke out, as he laps at you greedily, “Feels, feels so good.” He growls into your warmth again, pressing himself deeper into you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, guiding his movements against you, he lets you set the rhythm but any time you try and squirm away from him, any time the pleasure becomes too much, he locks his arms around you tighter, holding you in place. You meet his gaze, eye narrowed and intense.
“Mine,” he says, before slipping a finger inside of you. You keen at that alone, the possessive undercurrent to his voice making your face hot and mouth dry. “Mine,” he says again, knuckle deep inside you, pressing against your velvet walls as you gasp and mewl. “Say it.” He demands, his demeanor completely different. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m,” you swallow, he curls his one finger inside of you and your back is practically forced into an arch, pleasure building, the hot coil in your stomach growing tighter. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Izuku,” you cry out over the lewd squelch of his finger inside you. He adds a second one, scissoring them inside you, and he marvels at the way it sends a shudder throughout your entire body, you just can’t stay still for him, even yelping when he sinks his teeth into the soft skin at your hips, delighting in the way you’ve completely come undone at his touch. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, with every wanton moan that escapes your lips, it gets harder, desperate for some kind of friction, to replace his fingers in your warm, wet, cunt.
“Fuck,” you choke out, looking at him again, soft eyes glistening with tears, and somewhere inside of him, a damn breaks. With a feral grunt, he takes you roughly by the waist and lifts you in the air, flopping on his back as he positions you above his crotch, watching your eyes widen with fear as he pulls his length out from his pants. He’s huge underneath you, shoulders wide and flat, his shirt sticking to his sweaty abdomen. You reach for it, tugging it over his head and leaning back, bracing your hands against his hips, raking your eyes down his scarred muscle to the trail of green hair leading to the largest cock you’ve ever seen, purpled with need and curving slightly.
“C’mon,” he growls, “C’mon baby, take it, you can do it.” You swallow, heart thrumming as you sink down, your walls stretching taking even the head of him. “That’s it,” he says, dark eyes glittering, as you let out a soft whine.
“S-so big, ‘Zuku,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you feel a light slap on your thigh,
“Look at me,” He says, “Focus on me,” You lower your hips a little more, your mouth dropping open as the stretch starts with a sharp pain that melts into pleasure. He sits up a little, taking your thighs in his hands, kneading at them before pressing another kiss to your lips. “Take it baby, you can take it,” he says, as you keep sinking lower, your eyes completely losing focus as your soft walls flutter around him.
“Ah,” you moan, biting down on your lower lip, you’re still only about halfway. It’s not just that it’s the longest cock you’ve ever seen, it’s wide, and there’s so much space between your hips and that tuft of green hair at his hilt.
“Look at me,” He says again, authority seeping into his tone, and you obey, shivering with pleasure, “Look at me,” you nod, “You’re gonna take my cock, angel, alright, like a good girl, and then I’m gonna make you feel so good no one else is ever gonna matter,” you nod, and keep going, ignoring the stretch, tuning everything out but his loud groans.
“‘Z-zuku,” you mumble, trying not to break eye contact with him.
“No one else,” he says, his voice dark, his eyes narrow and possessive, “‘M gonna ruin you for anyone else.” You roll your hips a little as you finally, finally take all of him, settling down on top of him as you feel every inch, every vein, pulsing, so hot inside you.
“So f-full,” you breathe, reaching for him and instinctively, he holds your hand, just like you taught him.
“What a good girl,” he coos, and watches you preen at the praise, squeezing your hand, “Ready for me to move, baby, ‘m gonna fuck you so good baby,” You whimper, and he sits up eyes wide with concern. “Is it too much I-”
“I want you to kiss me,” you mumble, embarrassed at your desire for intimacy, but he beams at you before crashing his lips against yours at the same time as he thrusts his length inside you, letting you moan into his open mouth, not letting go of your hand as he slowly begins moving inside you. You collapse into his chest and he takes it in stride, burying his face in your neck, biting down on your soft flesh, as the pleasure overtakes him.
“So good,” he chokes out, moving you up and down his cock, feeling your walls flutter and squish around him, “Such a good girl, baby,” he breathes, “F-fuck, takin’ all of me, so good, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he snarls the last word, slamming into you hard, eliciting a sharp keen from your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from the way you’re stretching to accommodate him, watching his cock disappear between your soaking folds, groaning loudly at the way you squeeze around him.
“More,” you beg, holding his hand more tightly, “More please, ‘Zuku, I can take it.”
“Fuck yes you can,” He breathes, picking up the pace, fucking you harder, letting you completely relax against his chest as he thrusts upward into you, watching your chest bounce with every roll of his hips, lifting your head up so that he can kiss you sloppily again as he feels himself scrape against your walls. “Fuck yes,” he repeats, speaking into your mouth, refusing to let go of your hand,
“Can I,” you stop speaking as a particularly hard snap of his hips against your sucks the wind from your lungs, “Can I cum?” He blinks up at you, the idea of it registering, and then whatever self-control he’d been holding on to dissipates. He flips you on your back without pulling out and pins both of your hands next to your head as he fucks you into oblivion.
“Cum for me,” He snarls, “Cum for me, I want it, I wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby come on,” you writhe underneath him, completely lost in the sensation the coil in your stomach hot and tight, you’re teetering on the edge of your high as he leans down and speaks in your ear, his breath on your neck, “I said,” he growls, voice completely different, dark and threatening, “Cum for me.” It’s like you’ve been shoved off a cliff, you clench down on him hard, losing complete control of your limbs and your mind, babbling praise as he carries you through your orgasm. He chases his own high, thrusts sporadic, in time with short low grunts, as he explodes inside of you, staying hard with the single-minded thought of getting his cum as deep within your cunt as possible, of marking your womb and your body as his.
“Mine,” he says, over and over as he watches you unravel, your tongue lolling as your orgasm rips through your body, noticing the marks he’d littered on your neck and chest, the bite marks and bruises making him somehow even harder. It’s a few minutes, before he finally stops cumming, collapsing on top of you, still not releasing your hand. He crushes you against his chest, wrapping himself in blankets as you come down, finally pulling out of your pussy with a soft groan.
“Izuku,” you breathe, still barely present. “Izuku, am I,” you swallow, “Is this, ah,” you pause, catching your breath but he presses a single finger to your lips.
“Shhh,” he breathes, “You’re mine, baby, all mine, nothing bad, is ever going to happen to you, ever again.” You lift your head sleepily.
“Yours?”
“Mine.” He confirms and feels you relax against him. He watches you drift off to sleep, stroking your hair, peppering your face with kisses, whispering praise. After all, his hands brush your stomach, if you weren’t pregnant yet he’d just have to try harder next time.
“I’m not asking your permission,” he says quietly, nestling you in his lap, “But just so you know, I’m going to kill your boyfriend.” You blink up at him, brain still operating at 1%.
“Really?” You breathe, eventually, and he nods.
“Yeah.” He presses his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You snuggle against him, sleepy, fucked out, in a demon's nest, about to fall asleep against his chest when he speaks again. “And you’re gonna give me the sweetest babies,” he coos, and your blood turns to ice, nerves overtaking you.
“What?” You ask, suddenly wide awake, staring up at him. He just nods.
“I don’t know much about romance,” he says, with a sheepish shrug, “But I do know you’re gonna be so beautiful,” you feel his lips on your neck, “Carrying my babies.” You swallow, remembering your mother, doing everything on her own, barely present.
“Y-you’ll help me, right?” You beg, and he pulls away from you, scandalized.
“Of course!” His eyes widen. “Of course, I will.” You close your eyes, putting the cold darkness of your human lift behind you, wrapping your arms around your demon's neck.
“Alright, then,” you wrap your legs around his body. “I’ll be yours, Izuku.” He pets your head, “Can we sleep?” He pulls you down into his pile of blankets, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, nestling you against his chest, and the only sound in the cave is his soft, even breath, and the crackling of the flames of the torches affixed to the wall. “Oh wait,” you sit up, and his heart breaks into a sprint, he could stop you from leaving, from running but he’s not sure he can handle the idea of being rejected - “We could spoon, um, if you want?” There’s a moment, where he processes what you’re offering, letting him lie down on his side and lying down behind him. You hook your arms under his, pressing your chest against his back. “Do you feel safe?” You ask in the tiniest, sweetest voice, his heart shatters, his hands ache for you, but he answers simply, voice trembling as tears spring to his eyes.
“I think,” he says, “No one’s ever touched me softly either.” You bury your face in his neck. “Hmm,” you sigh sleepily. “I’ll teach you.” He swallows, nodding, and his next thought hits him like a train. God, was he going to make your boyfriend fucking suffer.
if you enjoyed this please consider reblogging/commenting. it really helps my reach - much more than liking will.
This is also just written so well in general? I love how sweet Izuku is in this 😭 can't wait to go to sleep tonight and imagine the different ways Izuku is gonna kill Y/N's boyfriend ❤️
Hihihi! Please heed the warnings, and if its not for you please don’t read! Eddie’s a little bit of a perv in this, but honestly he just proper fancies reader (And reader proper fancies him!)💕
Summary: Your friend is determined to drag you to a basketball squad house party, hoping that you’ll finally score a date with a member of the team, but unfortunately for her you only have eyes for Eddie Munson. Spoiler free!
Warnings: 18+, non/dubcon (reader passes out for a bit, but wakes up), intoxication, drugs (weed), dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, creampie, not proof-read! If I’m missing anything lemme know!
Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.
Word Count: 8.3k.
The houses in this area of Hawkins were nice, too nice for such an unassuming town. A blatant display of wealth, showing clearly how the other half lived. Expensive enough it could probably send every senior in Hawkins High to college and fund their entire tuition. But there was one good thing about those houses on the nice side of Hawkins— they made the perfect location for those weekend parties when parents were away.
A loud thrum of bass reverberated in the background as you weaved your way through the crowds of people inside the huge house, careful not to trip over your own feet as you struggled in your heels. The baseball team commanded an audience as they huddled around the dining table to play beer pong, stray white ping pong balls soaring across the room as the girls they were playing with were completely off centre. A mixture of people swayed to the music in the middle of the room, right by the speakers, with a few couples cuddled together on plush leather couches. Your eyes scanned the room for the only reason you’d bothered coming to this stupid party in the first place, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Come on, please?” Your best friend nudged your shoulder in the cafeteria as you picked at your lunch. Resting your head on one of your palms as you shook your head, glaring at her through the side of your eye.
“No.” This must be the twelfth? No thirteenth time she’d asked you to this party this week.
“Pretty please?” Fourteenth.
“Still no.”
“Oh come on, you never come to these parties with me.” There was a reason for that. Too many people crammed into the tightest of spaces, your friend would often ditch you in the first twenty minutes and you’d be left fending off the advances of Chance from the basketball team who for whatever reason decided to set his sights on you rather than the multiple cheerleaders he had to pick from. Cringing as you remember the last house party you agreed to go to, grateful that Nancy Wheeler had been able to get you out just in time before you had the chance to go insane.
“Hello- are you even listening to me?” Your friend followed your line of sight to see what you were staring at, seeing Eddie Munson sitting at the end of his table.
“Ugh, of course.” She shoved your shoulder to bring your attention back to her as your chin fell from your palm, “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”
“Why?” You turned to face your friend with a frown.
“I can’t believe you’re still crushing on the freak-”
“Don’t call him that,” You tried to cut her off but she was quick to continue.
“When Chance asked you out again the other day you said no, why the fuck would you do that? It would set you up here for the rest of the year. You’d be so popular, and I as your best friend would be right there with you.” She put her hand on her chest as she gave you a big smile.
You rolled your eyes as you chanced a final look over at Eddie who was laughing with his friends, throwing a piece of food across the table at the other members of his Hellfire club as you put your fork down. You had it bad.
“I don’t need to be popular, and I don’t want to date Chance. I’m pretty sure he’s slept with half the cheerleading squad.”
“So let’s find you someone you do want to date- at the party this weekend.”
You groaned as you shifted in your chair, dropping your water bottle back into your bag as you made to leave the room.
“You can’t spend the rest of your life alone.”
“There’s literally no one at that party I’d be interested in.” You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table.
“He’ll be there.” You stopped in your tracks as you looked at where your best friend was looking.
“Eddie?” You raised a brow, “Why would he be at a basketball game party?”
“Where do you think they get their drugs?”
You supposed she was right, it was no secret that Eddie Munson sold drugs and a big party had to be a lucrative evening for him. The irony that those same teenagers that bullied him were the same ones that were happy to give him money for drugs at these parties wasn’t lost on you as you slung your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your tray from the table to return it.
“Well?” Your friend called out to your retreating back.
“Fine, I’ll go.” You replied, tossing your trash before placing the tray back in place.
Her squeal was loud enough to disrupt the few tables in the surrounding area as you shook your head with a smile, waving her goodbye as you walked out of the cafeteria to make it to your next class.
Ummm please tell me why my first thought of perv Eddie would be breaking into your room to steal panties/smell your pillow and then running to hide under your bed when you come home early from that date. You’re so frustrated. Frustrated that you don’t even like this guy. Like at all. Eddies kinda freaking out, hoping you don’t notice him underneath you… but he hears rustling.. and moaning now. His hand moving lower now to palm himself through thick denim.. -🌞
YES!! Imagine he’s got a collection of his favourite panties from you in a drawer in his bedroom. Some he uses to jack it with, others are too precious he keeps them absolutely pristine. Completely heartbroken when they start to lose your scent so he ends up buying a bottle of the exact same perfume you use just so he can spritz it everywhere. Fooling himself into thinking that you’re there with him.
He’s convinced you’ve probably noticed that your panties have started to go missing, although you’ve got no proof that it’s him. And why would you think it was him anyway? You don’t talk to him, don’t know him, but he knows you.
Eddie thinks he’s learned a lot about you in the few weeks he’s been doing this, sneaking about in your room when you’re not home.
But he doesn’t expect you to come home early one day, and he definitely doesn’t expect you to have company. Hiding under your bed as he listens to your pretty moans as you make out with the guy above him. Torn between wanting to see you, and being completely jealous that someone else’s hands are all over you.
But Eddie’s already read your diary, and he’s convinced you don’t like this guy. So he’s smug as anything when you send the guy home early with raging blue balls. Still stuck beneath your bed as he watches you lay back against your pink comforter— completely alone this time. But what Eddie doesn’t expect is for you to start playing with your pretty little pussy while he’s mere inches away… 👀
For pervy Eddie what about a stalker like Eddie who creeps into your home when your not there and jerks off on your bed while sniffing your panties, he’s thought about you for so long and all he could do was just watch until…you bring a dude home and he gets super jealous he can’t control his self anymore. One night when your home pleasing yourself he’s already there in the corner of the room.
You do the rest cause I’m not a writer😭😭
Warnings: 18+, non-con, male masturbation, voyeurism, panty theft.
The moment he works out you leave your window open is the happiest he’s ever been— throwing himself back on your plush, pink comforter as he fists a pair of your used panties around his cock.
Eddie had been watching you religiously over the last few weeks that he’d learnt your entire schedule. Knowing the times where your house would be completely empty and he’d have free reign. Surrounding himself with your intoxicating scent as he lay his head back on one of your plush pillows. His eyes clenched shut to try and fool himself that you were there with him, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock while you took him deep in your throat.
But you weren’t, so for now this would have to do. The soft fabric of your panties gliding along his length as he tightened his fist, thinking about how tight your pussy would feel— the panties he’d picked were at the top of your hamper, the last pair you’d been wearing before discarding them for wash day. The scent of them alone had him reeling as he took a large whif, nosing the sheer material as his tongue slipped out to lap at the crotch.
Why were you wearing such sexy panties? he wondered. Well, you wouldn’t be wearing these for anyone now. He’d decided the moment he’d first laid eyes on them that they’d be coming home with him.
A soft grunt of your name rumbled deep in his chest as his hips jerked off the bed, “So fuckin’ good for me, sweet girl. So pretty.” He cooed beneath his breath as he thought about how you’d feel. His cock throbbing beneath the fabric as he worked himself towards his release.
Eddie knew he was a lot of things, but he swore he wasn’t a pervert, he wasn’t a creep. You did this to him, it was entirely your fault. He was never like this until he’d first laid eyes on you.
More pre beaded at his slit as he let the fabric of your panties glide over it, mixing your juices together as he continued his sloppy pace. Feeling lightheaded as he teetered on the edge of his release. His free hand sliding down to palm at his swollen balls as he imagined what it would feel like to cum inside you. Whether you’d let him— picturing you pouting those pretty glossed lips as you told him not to make a mess— but good lord, how he wanted to make a mess of you. He wanted to ruin you.
The thought had Eddie soaring over the edge, cumming with a strained grunt as he fucked his hips up into his fist. Trying to catch the creamy mess of his release, but some managed to dribble onto the comforter. Oh well, it’s not like you’d noticed the other times it had happened. It actually had his cock throbbing at the thought of you sleeping beneath covers stained with his seed. Leaving a piece of him here with you while you lay in bed at night and touched that pretty little pussy of yours.
Standing up as he buttoned his jeans, shoving the pair of your panties into his pocket before walking up to your vanity. Picking up your perfume as he sprayed a few spritzes on his jacket, surrounding himself with the scent of you. He loved imagining you leaving your scent all over his things, hugging him goodbye after a date as your perfume lingered against him, sleeping over in his bed—
The only problem is you weren’t his. Still going out with the same jackass that clearly wasn’t treating you right. Eddie knew he could treat you better, he swore it. He’d trapse through Mordor if it meant you were the reward. The times he’d snuck up to your window and seen you making out with the guy he was certain you weren’t happy. And you definitely didn’t cum as hard as you did playing with your own little pussy in the dead of night when you were all alone. He knew his fingers would stretch you out better than your own, he knew all the little spots that made you tick. If only you knew—
You deserved better, and Eddie was determined to show you.
Mimi!!! 💕💗💕 How do you think Eddie would react if he caught his very inexperienced/innocent girlfriend reading a bunch of Cosmo magazines? (y’know, the one that usually has a bunch of sex talk/advice) I could see Eds teasing the hell out of her until he realizes she’s actually really upset that she’s been caught. Obv he feels like an ass so he apologizes and helps her calm down, but afterward he asks why she was reading a bunch of sex advice articles. She’s all sniffly and pouty as she admits she’s worried that she won’t be any good at it and that he won’t like her anymore 🥺
Idk what it is, but Eddie just seems like the perfect guy for someone very inexperienced (also nobody can convince me that Eds does not have a corruption kink)
this is sooo cute :(( yes he has the biggest corruption kink for sureee !!
you hummed, wrapping your pink fluffy towel around yourself, steam still radiating off your skin having just stepped out of the shower. you were still a little damp when you had stepped out of your bathroom, cold air biting at your skin making you suck a wince through your teeth.
your boyfriend had picked you up from work, a shabby little milkshake diner on the outskirts of hawkins, mainly just a pit stop for truckers and hippies passing through. you had convinced him to stay the night, parents away on business and seeking a companion. in short — you were scared of the dark and wanted him there so you felt safe. of course he was going to oblige, coming to your place felt like a luxury.
you hadn’t paid much mind to him when you stepped back into your bedroom, a warm glow cast across your pink interior from your bed side lamp, eddie laying back on your bed — a harsh comparison against the rest of your decoration. he was doing something, looking at something you just hadn’t thought to check what he might be observing. you searched your vanity for the products you usually needed once you got out the shower, glancing up through the mirror once you heard a chuckle.
in eddies hands was a copy of Cosmopolitan you had purchased specifically for a tips column that had caught your eye in the store. you still remember clutching the glossy pages beneath your fingers, stuttering with hot cheeks as you thrust it over the counter to the clerk— worried they were going to stop and read the ‘10 TIPS ON HOW TO GIVE YOUR MAN UNFORGETTABLE HEAD!’ text, shoved off to the centre left side of the cover in bold purple writing, scandalous enough to make any eyebrows raise. you were pretty inexperienced, and as eddie was just so kind and patient with you, you wanted to make the wait worth his while. you’d hate if he was disappointed, or displeased with your lack of skill and sought it out from maybe an older and more experienced girl.
there was a few seconds where you thought he might not be reading the column you purchased it for— maybe he was just giggling at the bizarre makeup hacks or fashion faux pas page. that was until he cleared his throat, putting on a girly voice.
“and if you really wanna make him remember you forever, grab an ice cube from your freezer and place it in your mouth, swirling your cold tongue around his—”
“eddie!” you gasped, rushing over and grabbing the magazine, other manicured hand clutching your towel to your chest where you had tied it ensuring you weren’t due for any more embarrassing moments. he erupted into a laugh, throwing his head back.
“you know, word of advice— if you put ice on my balls they will shrivel up.” he pointed a finger at you making your eyes widen as you turned away from him. you shoved the magazine under the bed out of his reach and sat facing away from him with your arms crossed— panting as if you needed to physically recover from the embarrassment.
he continued laughing, now with a hearty hand on his chest. “who knew— my sweet girl reading dirty mags. i knew you had a wild side.” he laughed and you furrowed your brows, keeping your back to him as hot tears slid down your cheeks from the humiliation. you knew it was stupid. it was stupid and he was laughing at you. the magazine was full of shit anyway— who needs a magazine to tell them how to give head? you had only just learnt from eavesdropping in a conversation at the diner the other day that a blowjob didn’t actually require any blowing.
“you shouldn’t snoop through peoples stuff.” you tried to keep your voice stable but it was weak from holding back humiliated sobs, not that he noticed through his immature giggles.
“shouldn’t leave your dirty magazines on the bed, someone might read ‘em.” he grinned, staring at the back of your head. when you didn’t laugh, or respond — and he spied the slight shake in your shoulders his smile died off his face, frown creasing his brow. “baby?” he scoot up the bed next to you, catching you before you turned away from him spotting your tear stained face and wobbling bottom lip. “shit— baby are you okay? why are you crying? i was only playing with you.” he wrapped an arm around you instantly, head tilted to keep his eyes on you.
knowing you’d been caught you buried your face into your hands letting out a little embarrassed sob. “heeeeey!” he cooed quietly, rubbing his hands up and down your bare arms, rings dragging against your skin. after a moment he took your hands away from your face, holding them in his own.
“you weren’t supposed to see that. only wanted to learn how to be good at it so i don’t let you down.” you pouted, finally bringing your glittering eyes to his. his expression melted, realisation panging in in his chest as his chin lifted as well as his brows, mouth forming a ‘o’ shape.
“ohhhhh.” he closed his eyes for a second, realising he had embarrassed you. he opened them and scooched closer, pulling you into his chest. “honey. you have nothing to be embarrassed about and you could never let me down. i shouldn’t have gone through your stuff and — m’sorry.” he spoke sincerely and clearly, making sure it gets through to you. you sniffled against him, face still burning hot from his discovery.
“im so pathetic.” you let out a whine and he pulled you back, cupping your face.
“no you are not pathetic. don’t you ever say that— alright? you are sweet. god, you are so sweet. sweetheart, you don’t need any of these dumb magazines. you can always ask for help. i know you’re not the most experienced okay? no one is expecting you to be an expert on your first try. we can just… take things nice and slow until you get comfortable. oh come here.” his lip curled into a sympathetic pout, pulling you back into his chest in adoration. “my sweet sweet girl.”
he held you like that for a while, fingers running up and down your skin before you lifted your head from where he had tucked it beneath his chin. he pushed down how pretty you looked beneath him in your towel, ignoring the guilty heat swelling in his crotch at the imagery of himself teaching you how to take him in those pretty puffy lips. you gave him a watery grin and his smile mirrored yours.
“can you teach me… now?” you requested earnestly, glancing away to look at the clock as if working out if you’d be wasting his precious time. his smile melted into one full of soft feelings and love as he thumbed at your cheek.
“‘course i can.” he responded, eyes twinkling with something mischievous as if he couldn’t help himself from making one last joke. “got any ice?” he grinned making you hide himself in his chest again.
AO3 link || Part 6 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)
<< Firsts: Jealous & Gigs || Masterlist || The First Argument >>
I'll Remember You
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader
wc: 10.6K
warnings: Given the nature of it being the first time, the second bit has some explicit smut.
A/N: I overthought this one too much lmao hope you guys like it! I couldn't reread it another time so as always, ignore any mistakes! (also, I was thiiis close to just calling it first sexy times lmao)
“What are we seeing this time?” Steve asked, his leg bouncing up and down.
You checked the time and winced at the ache in your back. For the past week you had practically lived at the library, studying flash card after flash card, writing until your hand had cramped up and your muscles felt like they were atrophying.
A warm hand absently rubbed at the right muscle and you arched into his touch like a cat. Eddie smiled, still arguing about the importance of Black Sabbath in the music industry with Robin and Gareth, his fingers tapping against your spine in acknowledgement.
“Alien,” you said, “I think we’ve still got time. Food should be out soon.”
The diner you had all chosen was down the street from the theater. It was still one of the first outings but, you had been trying to bridge the gap between your friends and Eddie’s friends. You got along great with the guys. Eddie preferred Robin and Nancy’s company to Steve’s but, more common ground was being found with every hour you spent together. Steve had even laughed at a few sarcastic quips Eddie had made. You knew they’d be good friends if they both just stopped circling each other suspiciously.
“Who picked Alien?” Steve grumbled.
You didn’t remember but your guess was on Robin.
“What? Scared of a little aliens Harrington?” You asked, raising one of your brows. Your father used to say that one of your professional skills was the ability to goad Steve into a fight.
Steve smirked and you knew you had him. “Who saved who that night in the junkyard Henderson?”
“Considering that was the night you stole my bat and never gave it back, technically I saved myself.” You did miss that bat. Steve had claimed he lost it but you knew it was hidden away somewhere.
“You dropped it! I didn’t steal it.”
“Sure,” you huffed.
“Do I even want to ask?” Eddie said, his hand settling on your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You slid easily in the booth, your hip hitting his.
“You really don’t,” Robin answered for you.
Eddie looked down at you, his hair wild as always, and eyes soft. He was wearing the necklace you’d gotten him for Christmas – he hadn’t taken it off since he’d opened it. You smiled at him, your hand coming up to curl a lock of his hair around your finger and tugged on it lightly. His eyes flashed and you startled when you heard Steve groan.
“Do you two need to be so disgustingly into each other? It’s like watching my sister on a date,” Steve said, his face scrunched up.
“I watched you swap spit with Wheeler for a year, shut it,” you snapped back, not looking in his direction. Eddie’s smile grew at your comeback. You only whirled around to glare at him when you felt his foot connect with your ankle.
Steve frowned, expression indignant, and both of you started to squabble.
“I don’t know how I ever thought you two might’ve dated,” Robin said, sighing. She dropped her chin onto her palm and watched you both like you were a tennis match.
“Me too!” Eddie added, bumping Robin’s fist.
You and Steve shot them similar disgusted looks.
“I didn’t,” Gareth said, shrugging when you all turned to look at him. “Henderson’s too cool for Harrington.”
“Hey! What!”
Grinning, you leaned across the table and kissed his cheek. “You’re a rockstar Gareth.” Eddie squeezed your hip as Gareth smiled, flustered.
“Stop trying to get all my friends to fall for you,” Eddie said, teasing you.
Before you could answer, Steve shouted: “I’ve literally known Henderson since before Dustin was born.”
“So?” You asked, gasping at him indignantly.
Steve shot you a look. “So! We’ve known each other for too long.”
“What does that have anything to do with it? Am I not good enough for you?” You argued, biting back laughter at his expression. “I’d like to remind you that one of us graduated second in their year.”
“Don’t start that with me,” Steve said, pointing at you, descending into a familiar argument. “You always have to make it weird!”
After a particularly snappy comeback, you grabbed your chest, pretending to be offended and mortally wounded. Eddie’s huffs of laughter warmed your neck as he tucked his face in your hair.
“Finally, oh my God thank you,” Robin said, beaming at the waitress as she dropped off your order.
A chorus of thank yous! were the only sound before you all descended into eager silence. You quickly picked apart your food, placing your crispy fries onto Eddie’s plate – he liked the crunch – and making room on your own as he gave you some of his onion rings. You thanked him as he handed you his cleared side plate for your ketchup – you hated when your food touched – and you handed him the mustard.
You were mid-chew when you caught Steve’s curious look.
“What?” You said around a mouthful of food. “Do I have something on my face?”
Eddie turned to look and shook his head, his fingers wiping away some crumbs from your cheek.
“No, what I can’t look at you?” Steve asked, chewing thoughtfully. Experience taught you that he was up to something but you were too hungry to poke at it.
“Whatever weirdo.” You rolled your eyes and went back to your burger.
Within minutes, everyone’s plates were cleaned off and you were all climbing back into your cars. “Crap,” you muttered, pulling your seatbelt on.
“What?” Eddie asked, pulling out of the parking lot and following Steve’s car up the road, towards the theater.
“I forgot to go to the bathroom before we left,” you groaned, leg jiggling.
“Chugging everyone’s milkshakes will do that to you,” Gareth said helpfully from the back.
You sighed, trying to think of the desert. “So,” Eddie started, “this would not be the best moment to tickle you?”
“I’ll rip your head off with my teeth,” you threatened sweetly, shooting him a wide smile.
He smiled, his eyes lighting up, and you knew the threat hadn’t registered. He didn’t need to say it, but you knew he was thinking something not appropriate to be said in company.
“Always violence with you,” he said instead, shaking his head. You shot him a look that said you knew the direction of his thoughts. Eddie grinned, eyes flickering down your body. Just as you were going to tease back, Eddie parked close to the entrance and you nearly tore your door off. “Can you get my usual Eddie?” You shouted, darting past a waiting Robin and Steve.
“Where are you going?” Steve called out, hands on hips like the mother he was.
“Bathroom! Don’t want to miss the beginning of the movie!” You shouted back, not slowing.
Carl, the usher who was always on shift in the evenings waved at you as you passed him. You usually tried to avoid him since he had a tendency to get too touchy and you never knew how to address it.
Quickly, you walked back out, drying the last bit of water on your jeans. Not focused on where you were half-speed walking, you stumbled into someone.
“I’m so sorry – oh, Carl! Did I hurt you?” You asked, Carl’s hands coming up to your own to help you keep your balance. His palms were too warm and soft.
“No, it was my fault,” he said, his eyes searching your face for any sign of pain. You smiled, pulling yourself out of his reach and smiling politely. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you said, eyes glancing over his shoulder and catching Eddie’s eyes. He was standing outside the theater with Robin, drink and popcorn in hand.
A touch to your elbow startled you and you took a step back instinctively. Carl was smiling down at you, oblivious. “What movie are you seeing? I haven’t seen you here in a while.”
“Alien,” you said, a little short, and taking a step towards your friends. “I think it’s actually starting soon – sorry again!”
Not waiting for an answer, you darted over to Eddie. He rose one of his brows and glanced behind you. His arm came around you as you reached him. “Are the guys inside?” You asked. Robin nodded – her grin barely hidden.
Looking up at Eddie, you watched his eyes flash before turning down to meet yours. “Ready?”
Nodding, you went to take a step towards the theater but Eddie didn’t move. Before you could ask what was wrong, he ducked his head and kissed you. You kissed him back, surprised but always welcome, and nipped at his bottom lip. He pulled back, pupils dilating a little, and grinned.
“What have we said about using your teeth?”
“That it turns you on?” You asked, savoring the way his voice deepened when he was trying to be serious.
“Which means…”
“Uncomfortable situations in public,” you finished, laughing. You reached up and nipped at his ear in retaliation, thanking him for your popcorn. “Did you add the-”
“Chocolate while it was still piping hot?” Eddie said, kissing your temple softly this time. You offered him a piece as you all walked to the doors. His teeth grazed your fingers and you shot him a look.
“Want some?” You asked Robin, trying to ignore the match you felt ignite in your chest.
She, predictably, wrinkled her nose. “Steve got us regular popcorn,” she teased, “I don’t know how you can stomach that combo! I always forget that abomination.”
“A Henderson classic,” you said, chewing on your buttery, chocolatey goodness as you tried to spot Steve and Jeff in the dark.
“How did you get roped into it?” Robin asked Eddie, herding you both to the left.
You eyed the seats, looking for The Hair, licking the trail of melted chocolate off your fingers and glanced at Eddie. His eyes were focused on your tongue, his expression heated and you froze mid-lick. “I was easily convinced,” he said faintly. You grinned.
“God, you two need a room,” she groaned, walking towards the middle seats.
“You know, we could sit alone over there in that corner,” Eddie’s breath fanned over your ear. Your stomach flipped and your toes curled at the promise in his tone.
“This is supposed to be group bonding,” you said, elbowing him.
“We’ve already bonded,” he teased – you really hadn’t yet – “my friends like your friends, yours like mine, look at us – one big happy family. Can’t mommy and daddy have fun on their own?”
Skin on fire, you avoided his heated look and elbowed him harder. “Keep it in your pants Munson,” you whispered, lowering your voice further at the glare of a nearby girl. “Sorry!”
Eddie laughed, tugging you towards your friends.
“Tease.”
You had stayed awake far too late that night for the early shift that you all had in the morning. You barely managed to drive your way to Family Video, your eyes squinted against the sun, and stumbling out your car with your hand clutching your coffee.
“Late night?” Robin waggled her brows. “Eddie seemed excited to finally say goodnight yesterday.”
Steve, standing behind the counter with his arms crossed, snickered and you rolled your eyes.
“He took me home,” you said, tossing your head back, ignoring their twinkling eyes.
There was something about Family Video during the opening shifts that you didn’t entirely hate. The sun hit the dusty windows just right, illuminating the small – normally dark shop – and for a second, you didn’t feel like it was a forgotten dungeon somewhere. You adjusted your green vest, your name tag glinting off the sunbeam coming in.
Robin shelved another tape before leaning her elbow against it. “And did he drop off Gareth before you?”
“I don’t see what that has anything to do with this,” you said, avoiding the question. Eddie had all but made Gareth barrel roll out the van before parking in your dark driveway and dragging you onto the bean bags in the back.
“It has to do with the fact that probably everyone in a ten-mile radius could tell he was ready to climb you like a tree,” Robin said.
Steve nodded, pointing at Robin. “It would be nice if you two could tone it down a little,” he complained, “it’s rude to rub salt into the wound. Some of us are unhappy being single.”
“Didn’t you just go out with that cheerleader?” Robin asked.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah, but I’m not even sure if she likes me that much.”
“Who cares, it’s still someone willing to sleep with you,” Robin threw her hands up.
Something in your expression must’ve tipped Steve off because he rounded his torso to you.
“I mean, you’re getting laid, right?” Steve asked, narrowing his eyes at you.
Avoiding his searching stare, you continued to shelve the returns.
“Oh my God Steve,” Robin hissed. At your pointed silence, she whirled around to you, brows rising. “Really?”
“Why not?” Steve asked, stepping towards you.
“Hold on, there has to be some boundaries,” Robin said, misinterpreting your silence for discomfort.
You sighed, shooting her a grateful look. Steve was your best friend, for better or worse, you knew he was only being his regular nosy self. He might tease you, for years, but he’d never let anyone else do so. “He said he wanted to take things slow,” you admitted.
Robin gasped. “Eddie Munson? The guy who basically undresses you with his eyes the second you walk into a room?”
Flustered, you walked into the next aisle, and cleared your throat. “We wanted to get to know each other better,” you said, defensiveness creeping into your voice.
“When did he say that?” Steve asked, popping out at the end of the aisle.
“Like right before we started officially dating,” you said, sighing, knowing that Steve was like a bloodhound, incapable of letting things go.
“Which was…” He said, waving a hand in the air.
“Three or four months ago?”
“What?” Robin shouted from the counter.
Steve’s eyes widened. “And you’ve both just been stewing in this infuriating sexual tension? Jesus.”
You went to defend yourself but Robin beat you to it. “Dingus is right dude, it even itches at me,” Robin said.
You shrugged helplessly. “I don’t want to pressure him! We met in a weird way – I basically threw myself at him while drunk during the Halloween dance.”
“You?” Steve asked, eyes widening. “You offered him…”
“Sex?” You said, questioningly.
“Nice,” Robin said grinning.
You rolled your eyes. “I was drunk. He didn’t – take me up on it if you both remember. I think at first, I wasn’t ready because I didn’t want him to think I just threw myself at anyone like that – not that there’s anything wrong with that,” you said, eyeing Steve who scowled at you. “I wanted him to know that it was specific to him. Then I think he wanted to prove he wasn’t just with me only for sex.”
“This sounds way more complicated than it needs to be,” Steve said, rubbing his temple.
“It’s not like we were friends before we got together! We both needed to find out if we even liked each other past the…the…”
“Shallow intense desire to jump each other’s bones?” Robin offered.
“Yes, that!” You sighed. “Besides, we don’t go to the same school – he’s focused on his band, I have work, there’s more effort that needs to go into it when you both don’t live or study near each other.”
A large part of the last few months had been spent driving back and forth between campus, your home, Eddie’s trailer, Hawkins High, and the Hideout. You were both never casually in the same place, you had to orchestrate it all. Which, didn’t sound as troublesome as it was.
“That’s true,” Robin said, chewing absently on a candy bar.
Steve groaned. “Which I get, but that was almost four months ago now. You both move in tandem at this point. It’s weirdly domestic. Didn’t he just get you a limited-edition record for Christmas? He said he drove to like some record store three hours away. You don’t do that for someone you’re not serious about.”
“It’s cute!” Robin said, defensive. “The way you both hand each other off what you want during dinner or the way he got your weird popcorn order right, even I get that confused sometimes.”
“It’s adorable,” Steve said, sarcastic dripping off the words. “What would be nice is we all didn’t have to feel like we’re crawling out our skins from the sexual tension.”
“Well that seems like more of you problem,” Robin retorted.
They both quickly started squabbling, both getting huffier with each remark.
“Wait, wait!” Robin waved a hand in the air. “We haven’t even asked – do you want to? Are you ready?”
“To have sex?” You asked, lowering your voice and glancing around the store.
“Well, yeah,” Robin said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’ve done stuff, you know, but I’m not ready yet. At all. And it’s cool if you’re not.”
“Exactly,” Steve said, turning to you. “If you’re not ready that’s different! Besides, Munson is way better than that other douchebag.”
Robin’s eyebrows disappeared into her bangs. “Smiths?”
Steve rolled his eyes so hard you had to bite back a laugh. Your ex-boyfriend and you had dated for a year – you’d met at camp. He’d dumped you for another girl in his school fairly quickly after you’d had sex. Steve and Dustin had threatened to beat him up the summer he came to visit. You knew he wasn’t winning any best boyfriend awards but he was mostly harmless. Neither of you had been doing well with the distance.
“Ew,” Robin said, wrinkling her nose, after Steve had retold a dramatic and, no doubt, exaggerated story, “what a dick!”
“We’ve all gotten over it,” you said, “aside from Steve and Dustin.”
“He was a poser,” Steve grumbled, “Dustin would back me up.”
“He’d back you up on almost anything,” you rolled your eyes.
“I can’t help but point out that you haven’t answered the question,” Robin said, eyes twinkling when you glared at her.
You focused back on the videos you were shelving. “I’m ready whenever he is,” you said, avoiding their eyes. After a heavy silence, Steve sighed.
“Henderson,” he said, coming around to you.
“What!” You snapped, tired of this topic. You made the mistake of glancing at him and he straightened.
“Oh my god, you’re like two seconds from jumping him, aren’t you?”
You want to die. No, you wanted to strangle Steve and take him down with you.
“I cannot explain this enough,” Steve continued, like you weren’t planning his murder, “it’s always important to wait until everyone is enthusiastic and happy and ready.”
Robin nodded, backing Steve up. “Consent is non-negotiable, obviously but in this case – wait,” she turned to Steve, “maybe we should let them figure it out.”
“I can’t!” Steve said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “They might take years and I can’t handle another movie night or lake visit with all their goddamn pheromones around each other!”
You glared at him. “You’re the one going on ten dates a week!”
“Because I’m trying to find what you have! I don’t want just meaningless sex; I want someone who’s cool and likes me and…and knows me!”
You and Robin gape at him. “You’ve grown so much,” Robin said, pretending to wipe a tear.
“Good for you Harrington,” you said, squeezing his arm. “She’s out there for you – definitely not Chelsea though.”
“Oh God no,” Robin agreed, “she’s horrible.”
“Like you’re one to know,” Steve said, glaring at Robin.
“Tammy has a great voice!” She argued and you sighed.
“Back to you,” Steve said, waving a hand through the air, “listen, I know that you’re both kind of stumbling in the dark here and I’m telling you this because you’re my friend.”
“What?”
“Munson would throw you against the wall in two seconds if you let him,” Steve said, exhaling heavily like he’d gotten something off his chest.
“What? Has he told you about…that?” You shifted, a little uncomfortable for the first time.
Steve and Robin laughed loudly, bending over and clutching their stomachs like you’d just told the funniest joke in the world. You frowned, crossing your arms.
“Sorry, it’s just, that’s such a dumb question,” Robin said through her chuckles.
“I hate you both.”
Steve waved a hand before finally calming down. “We just know. It’s like…electricity!” He snaps.
“…. electricity?” You asked flatly.
Steve smiled, as if remembering something. “Yeah, sexual electricity,” he said. Robin bobbed her head and wiggled her fingers around.
“Usually only the two people who want to jump each other’s bones can feel it but you make my skin crawl with it – not in a bad way don’t stare at me like that – it’s more like I want to shove you both in a room so you can just get it over with.”
You blinked at Steve, quirking a brow. He sighed and shook his head. “No one listens to me.”
Robin smiled, hopping down from the counter. “Listen,” she said, wrapping an arm around you, “we’re not trying to be pushy. We’re your friends and we want you to be happy. If that means getting laid…then, we’re just trying to tell you that he’s definitely waiting on you, not the other way around.”
Was it true? You tried to think back on the last few weeks but it was hard to tell where the boundaries were. They’ve always been a bit blurred between the two of you when it came to physical affection.
“Wouldn’t I have noticed?” You asked, exasperated. “Wait, if you guys noticed wouldn’t he have noticed?”
“Guys are stupid,” Robin said, snorting. Steve bobbed his head, pointing at Robin.
“I don’t usually agree but yeah,” Steve said. “Munson is pretty much wrapped around your fingers so I doubt he’ll be the one to make the first move.”
“But…I – well,” you shot them an embarrassed look and Robin frowned.
“What?”
You huffed, annoyed with yourself. The three of you always talked about everything – in fact, you all could probably use some boundaries.
“I don’t have a lot of experience,” you mumbled, “I’m not sure…how to make the first move? Jeremy kind of just did everything for both of us.”
Robin smiled sympathetically. “Beats me, I know less than you do.” You both turned to look at Steve, who blinked at you in return.
“Shit, we’re doomed,” Robin mumbled under her breath.
“I heard that,” Steve said. “Well, I guess…uh, first – do you know if he…has any experience?”
You both looked deeply flustered, looking anywhere but each other.
“For God’s sake, Dingus told us a detailed recount of his hook up last weekend and you both turn into blushing nuns now? This is a crucial code red!” Robin crossed her arms.
“Yes,” you said, walking towards the counter to grab more tapes to organize. “He’s dated and hooked up with a girl but I’m his first relationship. My only experience was with Jeremy so…we’re screwed basically.”
“Of course not!” Steve said, standing up suddenly. “You’re a Henderson. Hendersons don’t give up.”
You rolled your eyes but appreciated the sentiment. “So, what do I do? How do I bring it up?”
“I vote for just asking,” Robin said.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay,” he huffed, “you have to drop some hints first. See how he reacts. You can’t just ask.”
“Hints?”
“I’m not sure if they want us to play something different,” Eddie said, twirling in your chair. You both were in your room after Eddie had picked you up from your last class. He’d been recounting the story of his earlier conversation with the manager at the Hideout.
You’d both stumbled into the back of his van, per usual, and had started making out. You had tried to keep Steve’s hints in mind. You’d moaned just a little louder, been more eager, let your hands trail a little lower, but in the end, he’d moved you towards your house just as it felt like something was happening.
“Maybe if we rearrange out setlist?”
Did he know? You wondered. Had you been to obvious and now he was just too embarrassed to tell you he wasn’t ready? Were you too obvious? Did he not like that? Maybe you hadn’t gone far enough. Would you have picked up any of the hints if your places were reversed?
“Princess?”
“What?” You straightened, coming out your spiraling thoughts. “Sorry.”
The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitched, a smile building, and he joined you on your bed. “I asked what you thought of our setlist?”
Steve and Robin’s voices bounced around in your head. Eddie’s wild hair and smiling eyes pushed you over the edge. “Do you want to have sex with me?” You blurted, mortified.
Eddie blinked, surprised. The silence in your room echoed, every second making you strongly contemplate fleeing the country.
“Not like, right now, but…it’s…um, Steve told me that he thinks you’re waiting for me to give the green light but I told him that you’re the one who brought up taking it slow! I don’t ever want you to feel pressured – if the answer is no, I mean, obviously I don’t care. I don’t – I wouldn’t ever –” You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
“Steve said we had sexual electricity? I don’t know what that means but I thought…I’d ask, in case you feel it? Oh my God, why is this so painful?” You muttered the last part more for your sake than his.
Eddie finally seemed to reboot and he lurched forward for your hands, overshooting and smacking into your arms. You both winced and he straightened. “Sorry, you just caught me off guard,” he said, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “You’ve never pressured me into anything, have I…I mean, do I-”
“No!” You rushed to assure him. “No, of course not. I mean, I’m pretty sure I can take you if you did but, you know, no.”
Eddie’s laugh settled your nerves and you smiled at him. You couldn’t help the nervous jiggle of your leg, the bed moving with your anxiety.
“Uh, I-” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit you recognized. Oh crap, he wasn’t ready and now you seemed like a total asshole who didn’t know how to recognize the signs and you were going to enjoy murdering Steve – “I sort of thought you weren’t ready.”
“What?” You squeaked, sitting up.
Had…Steve been right?
“I didn’t want to ask and look like a dick. I know I was the one who asked to take it slow but I didn’t want you to think that because of the…thing we have, that I expected anything. I really did want to get to know you first,” he said, uncharacteristically nervous.
“Oh,” you said, realizing you’d done the exact same thing. “I, uh, me too.”
Eddie grinned, shaking his head. “So, in other words, we’re sort of idiots?”
“Speak for yourself,” you huffed, “I’m the one who actually brought it up.”
“Because I’d look like an asshole if I did!” Eddie protested, acting mortally wounded. “It’s not gentlemanlike.”
“I’m sorry,” you snorted, “I don’t see any gentlemen here.”
Eddie’s eyes narrowed and you fought your laughter. You jumped off the bed, shrieking, as he ran after you, hands reaching for your body. Skirting around the table, you managed to get to the living room before he’d caught you.
Out of breath, your chests rose with exertion as he beamed at being the victor. You tried to buck him off you but he held your wrists to the carpet next to your shoulders.
“Your hurt my feelings,” he joked, eyes filled with laughter.
“Poor baby,” you said, trying to find enough traction to flip your positions. “Didn’t know your ego was so fragile.”
Eddie laughed and shook his head. “You know how to kick a man when he’s down, Henderson.” You used your heel to shove your legs up but were immediately thwarted by his legs trapping your knees between his. “I know all your tricks, enchantress. You’re not escaping me this time.”
You grinned, defeated. Eddie beamed, his lips coming down to yours. Eagerly, you pulled on your wrists – easily breaking his hold on them. You brought a hand up to his collar, holding him nearby and the other urged him to drop some of his weight onto you. After you both came up for air, you shook your head.
“I won’t be defeated so easily next time,” you joked, bumping your nose with his.
“I know you well enough to never underestimate you, Henderson,” he said, kissing your forehead with a sincerity that made your heart ache. How had you missed his presence for so long? How had he been a virtual stranger only a few months ago?
As if reading your thoughts, he sat back, and shot you a look.
“I can feel it by the way, I’ve felt it since that first day in the sweltering gym. It’s like, when I’m playing the guitar,” he said, eyes unfocused, like he was lost in a memory. “When I’m in a bar, the amp right next to us, and I hit the right notes at the right time. Or when I manage to kill it with a campaign, everything goes right for once and it’s…explosive. It’s a current over my skin, like I’m a live wire. I could power the entire city with it.”
You tilted your head, playing with one of his rings, watching him nod to himself.
“That’s how you make me feel, just by walking into the room,” he said, smiling slowly. “I just look at you and feel like I’m lighting up from the inside. I don’t know why but I don’t really care. I’m just happy its there.”
Sexual electricity, you sighed, really not wanting to give Steve any credit.
“I know what you mean,” you said, sitting up to kiss his jaw. “It’s like those sparklers on the fourth of July. That’s what you feel like.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asked, relief flashing across his face, expression looking oddly vulnerable.
You often forgot that Eddie had cultivated this image of himself – someone who didn’t care what anyone said, let people make judgements, and walked around with two middle fingers up to the world. The scary outsider. But…he’d also let you see beyond that. He was so much more and you knew it wasn’t easy for him to let you in, despite the fact that he’d never admit it. Honestly, there wasn’t a scary bone in his body.
So, maybe Steve had been right and you needed to take the lead here.
“Eddie Munson,” you said, tilting your chin up.
“Princess Peach,” he said, mimicking your tone.
You bit back your smile but you knew by the laughter in his expression that he’d seen it.
“If you want to have sex with me, I’d like to have sex with you,” you said, proud of the fact that your voice didn’t shake.
Eddie grinned, his entire face lighting up. “That sounded super romantic,” he said, clutching his hands to his chest, “do you romance all your boyfriends like this?”
You tried not to wince. Most couples naturally fell into the next step, it seemed like you and Eddie were doomed to stumble through all the firsts.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like it when you take charge,” Eddie said, licking his bottom lip, “it leaves no room for misconceptions.”
“You haven’t really answered me,” you said, ignoring his satisfied expression.
“I very much want to have sex,” he said, huffing like the answer was obvious, “with you, of course.”
You rolled your eyes. “I assumed so.”
“Good intuition,” he said, grinning shamelessly.
You dragged your gaze down his body as he leaned against the wall. His arms were crossed and the leather stretched to accommodate.
“Please don’t look at me like that,” Eddie groaned, shifting suspiciously.
“I’m not looking at you in any way,” you argued, knowing full well that you were.
Eddie’s look reflected the same knowledge. You tried to hide your grin and leaned back onto your hands. “How about this, we don’t do anything today,” you started, “I’m too wired and there would be too much pressure. Plus, my brother should be back in like thirty minutes.”
He nodded. “Any other time this week when the mood strikes-”
“-yes! When it happens, it happens,” you said, relieved.
Eddie nodded, offering up one of his fists. You rolled your eyes at his wide grin, oh what the hell, and bumped it with yours.
Ideally, after your entirely mature – and painfully mortifying – conversation, you’d assumed that you’d be set for the next time you saw each other.
Unfortunately, life had other plans. You were meant to drive over to Eddie’s the following day but a sudden last-minute assignment from one of your classes threw you off course. Then, when that was over, Eddie needed to go to one last practice before a gig two towns over. You both agreed to set a date night for that Friday – as a failsafe.
The day before, you found yourself driving home early from your shift after class and you grinned to yourself. For once, life seemed to want to give you a break. You’d probably be able to catch dinner or a movie with Eddie before you were expected home. You had family over for the holiday and you knew your mom wouldn’t let two days in a row slide but you could try.
Barely offering up a general greeting, you darted into your room and called Eddie. After two rings, he answered.
“Munson Residence, this is the butler Jeeves speaking.”
“You’re such a dork,” you said, laughing.
“Your highness!” Eddie said, voice brightening. “I didn’t know I’d have royalty calling me tonight.”
“I call you almost every night, Munson.”
“I beg to differ,” he said, huffing, “I call you sometimes.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me young lady!”
“I still don’t know how you do that,” you said. You were almost sure he guessed half the time and was just lucky enough to be right.
“I just know you well enough or it’s a secret and I’ll never tell, you decide.”
“Or you could come over and we could grab a bite and I’ll make you tell me?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen – oh, fuck.”
“What?”
Eddie’s sigh echoed in your ear. “I can’t. Jeff just called me to say he was on his way – something’s wrong with his guitar. I think a few of his strings snapped and you know how he is with it.”
“Uh, how you all treat your guitars like children, you mean?” You snorted.
“Excuse me, I would never be so careless with my baby,” he scoffed.
“Yeah okay,” you smiled, “alright, I just wanted to see if I could steal you for a night.”
“I’m sorry princess but our gig is this weekend and he needs my help,” he said, his voice getting softer. “We still have our date tomorrow.”
“I know,” you sighed, “I was just looking forward to seeing you. I haven’t seen you since Monday.” You heard loud knocking through the phone.
“Hold on,” Eddie said, disappearing for a moment. “I can drive by when I’m done here, even if it’s late,” he said after a minute, Jeff’s panicked rambling audible in the background.
You smiled, imaging Jeff’s flailing hands. “No, it’s okay, I don’t want you to drive all the way out here just for a few minutes,” you said.
“I do know how to climb into your window,” Eddie reminded you.
“My aunt and cousin are staying over this week, remember?”
Eddie groaned. “Is the universe conspiring against us? Is it because I called Jason Carver an empty-headed jock? I take it back!”
You laughed, picturing his expression.
“I miss that,” he said, voice sounding defeated. “I miss you.”
“It’s only been a few days,” you said, reminding both of you.
“I want to see you every day, even if it’s for five minutes.”
You smiled widely, your ever-present butterflies fluttering around. “I know, me too,” you sighed, “we really did become that couple, didn’t we?”
“Hey, you said it,” Eddie laughed when you huffed. Jeff’s voice escalated and Eddie grunted. “Alright, I’m coming!”
“Go help him before he has a panic attack,” you said, “I’ll see you tomorrow then? Pick me up from work?”
“See you tomorrow your highness,” he said, waiting for you to hang up first.
You set the phone down and chewed on your lip. You knew you were being ridiculous but you wanted to just see him, even if it was just for an hour while he fixed Jeff’s broken strings. Glancing at your watch, you smiled when you realized it wasn’t too late. You kept your footsteps light as you walked down to Dustin’s room and knocked on his door.
“Hey,” you said, leaning against the doorway. “I’m going to try and head out for a bit to Eddie’s-”
“Mom let you leave?” Dustin sat up, interested. You’d both been told under no circumstances were you to disappear like you usually did while your aunt and cousins were visiting from out of state.
“Not yet,” you said, “I’m going to tell her I’m going to Nancy’s for school. Help cover for me?”
You and Dustin had gotten into the habit of always telling each other where you were going – even if you lied to others about it. It only took a few close brushes with death for both of you to realize that someone should know where you really were at all times.
“Yeah,” Dustin said, sighing and dropping back onto his bed. “I’ll cover for you.”
“I owe you one!” You said, kissing the top of his head.
“Yeah, yeah, tell Eddie I said hi,” he grumbled, going back to his book.
A few minutes later, you were in your car driving down to the trailer park. You bopped your head along to the radio, excited. Parking next to Jeff’s car, you hopped up the steps and knocked on the door.
It swung open a few minutes later, Jeff’s stressed expression popping out. He smiled when he saw you. “Hey, Eddie said you couldn’t come over.”
“Who is it?” His voice called from the living room.
“It’s Henderson,” Jeff shouted back.
“Dustin?” Eddie’s voice carried over, his head popping out from over Jeff’s shoulder.
“I’m glad the first person you think of when you hear my last name is my brother’s,” you said dryly.
Eddie’s grin split his face, softening him immediately. “Between the two of you he’s more likely to have snuck out, especially considering that we talked maybe 45 minutes ago.”
“I didn’t sneak out,” you said, stepping into the trailer.
“And where does your mom think you are?” Eddie asked, raising his brow.
“Nancy’s,” you said sheepishly.
Eddie laughed and the sound washed over you, comforting you. Reaching out, you pulled him closer and kissed him. “Hi,” you said, bumping your nose with his.
“Hi princess,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Hey, this is cute and all but I’m mid-meltdown here!” Jeff complained.
You hid your laugh into Eddie’s shoulder and stepped back. “I know, I’m sorry – go ahead, I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“I don’t,” Eddie grumbled, pinching your hip before making his way back to the dining table.
You tried to distract Jeff – who had never had any of strings break and as the lead singer, was usually very careful with his guitar – and watched as Eddie quickly fixed it. After a few minutes, it was done and Eddie helped Jeff tune it.
“Dude, thanks,” Jeff sighed, packing it back into its case.
Finally allowing yourself in his proximity, you dropped into the sofa next to him. Eddie smiled, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing it once. “How did it happen?” You asked Jeff, taking Eddie’s hand in yours.
Jeff launched into a long-winded story, pausing for some cold pizza and a beer midway.
“Well shit,” you said, having dropped your head onto Eddie’s lap. “That really is bad luck.”
He nodded, chucking out the garbage and gathering his stuff. “I should head out, thanks man, seriously.”
Eddie slapped Jeff’s outstretched hand and kept your entangled ones on your stomach. “No problem - let me know if anything sounds off.”
Jeff waved at you and walked out. Shortly after, you heard the engine turn and the sound of gravel under tires.
“So, how was your day?” Eddie asked. “What classes do you have on Thursdays again?”
You recounted your day, smiling when Eddie asked a few questions.
“What about you?” You asked. “Get any more detentions?”
“I was on my best behavior, thank you very much,” Eddie said, pinching your hip. “I only smoked outside this time.”
You jumped, smacking his leg and poking his stomach. He started to tell you about his newest English assignment when you realized something.
“Eddie,” you said, sitting up from his lap. “We’re alone.”
He blinked at you and glanced around his living room. “I’d hope so, Wayne’s on a double shift until the morning.”
“We’re alone,” you repeated, wiggling your brows.
Understanding bloomed across his face and a small smile grew. “I thought we agreed on date night? Can you stay the night?”
“Dustin’s covering for me. If you want to wait, I don’t mind,” you said sincerely, “but, we said we didn’t want to feel pressured – what’s more spur of the moment than this?”
“I haven’t cleaned my room,” he frowned, expression tightening with nerves. You smoothed a finger across his forehead.
“I don’t know how to tell you that I’ve slept over with your house before looking exactly like it does now,” you said, laughing when he rolled his eyes.
“Do you…want to?” He asked, eyes darting down your body.
“Do you?”
Eddie shot you a flat look. “I thought we went over this. I always want to. I know it’s neither of our first times but, I don’t want you to feel like it’s just some regular day.”
You felt a surge of affection for him. Bringing your hand up to cup his face, you leaned your forehead against his. “I cannot tell you how much I love our regular days,” you said quietly, like speaking too loudly could break the spell. “Regular days are the best because they remind me that we’ll have more of them. That I’ll keep having days where it’s just you and me. Something that’s just ours.”
Eddie’s eyes darted between yours, as if searching for something. After a moment, he nodded – almost to himself – and surged forward. His lips crashed into yours and his arms tightened around you.
“Come on then,” he said against your lips, pecking you one last time. He stood, hand taking yours and leading you to his room.
Trying to be efficient, and avoid any of your sudden nerves, you peeled your shirt off. Unfortunately, it caused your hair to get tangled on your necklace and you stumbled. Pain jolted down your scalp as it felt like it was trying to yank out the strands.
“How did you even manage to do that?” Eddie asked, untangling the few threads out from the chain.
“I don’t know!” You said, laughing as you placed the necklace on his dresser.
Not a beat later, Eddie tipped over his jeans as he was trying to kick them off and a pile of discarded shoes next to the bed almost took you down with him. Eventually, you both crawled to his bed, exhaling. There was a beat of silence before you both started laughing. You rolled to your side and watched him sit up and peel his shirt off. You shed your jeans off and added them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Shifting onto your knees, you paused at your undergarments, your bra strap slipping off a shoulder.
Eddie sank back down onto the bed, in his underwear. “What’s wrong?” He asked, hand reaching for your wrist and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.
“I might not be good at this,” you whispered, “the guy before you, he wasn’t – we never…. I never really got there often. Not like I do with you.”
Eddie smiled softly. “Don’t set the bar too high.”
You laughed and hid your face into his neck.
“Hey, it’s not like I have a whole portfolio of experiences,” he said, nudging you until you looked up at him. “You’re the first time it means something. Besides, you’ve never had a problem getting me there, remember?”
Feeling lighter, you nodded and reached up to kiss his jaw.
“We can stop whenever you want,” he said, trailing light kisses down your neck.
“It’s silly,” you said, tightening your hold on him, “it’s not like we haven’t-”
“-it’s not silly,” he said, uncharacteristically serious, he leaned back and looked you in the eyes. “We make the rules and no one else, okay?”
You looked at him, your heart doing summersaults, and nodded. “Okay Munson.”
“Okay Henderson,” he said, smiling slowly.
“Fuck,” you said suddenly remember the new box hidden under your bed, “I don’t have the condoms.”
Eddie smiled, his ridiculous, wide grin, and hopped off the bed. You watched him dig around one of his drawers. He held up a handful and tossed all but one onto the night table. You raised your brows and his grin widened.
“What? I told you, just because I wanted to go slow doesn’t mean I didn’t practically dream about it every waking moment,” he said, climbing back over you. “The first time you laid down in my bed I think my brain short circuited.”
“And I’m the pervert?” You teased, tickling his ribs. He squirmed and let out a surprised laugh before shooting you a glare.
“If it wasn’t for my perversion, we’d need to go buy some,” he said, trailing his fingertips over your hips and this time you laughed. Squirming to try and get away from him, Eddie crawled over you, caging you in. “So, I believe the right words are thank you, handsome and charming boyfriend of mine.”
You smiled, lifting your head so you could lick a strip up his neck and almost laughed as his muscles strained. “Thank you, handsome boyfriend of mine,” you whispered, “for being a pervert so that we could be prepared in this moment.”
Eddie grinned. “You are welcome.”
You both laughed again, almost knocking your heads together – which spurred your laughter on more – and by the time you’d finally stopped laughing, you were lying side by side clutching your stomachs. You reached out and intertwined your hand with his. You had always thought that your first time with Eddie would be heated, full of scrambling hands, and a rush of adrenaline. Instead, the way he laughed was comforting and familiar. His fumbling hands were much more endearing and the slow heat simmering in your blood was driving you crazy - in the best way.
“Can I?” Eddie asked, nervous hands hovering over your fallen bra strap.
You nodded, warmth spreading in your chest as he peeled back one of the cups. He pressed lazy kisses across your chest leaving electricity behind in their wake. One of your hands made its way into his hair, scraping your nails lightly against his scalp and savoring the way he shuddered. The other was digging into his shoulder as he bit down onto your skin. You jolted, your hips messily hitting his and you both hissed.
“I’m getting to you too,” he joked, attention going lower.
The familiar sensation of his fingers pushing aside your underwear and slowly sinking into you had you on edge immediately. You felt your entire body come alive at his touch, anticipation building in your belly. His mouth dropped to your chest, lips sucking on your skin, leaving a trail of small bruises.
You felt like you were perpetually on edge – waiting for this moment and you were finally here. Eddie smirked when he felt the wetness in between your thighs.
“Shut up,” you said, no heat behind your words. Eddie twisted his fingers in a way that had you squirming and biting down on your lip.
“What was that?” He asked, laughing when you shot him a half-hearted glare.
You scratched at his back as his fingers picked up speed, unable to think much past the heat pooling in you.
“Take it off,” you said, hands pawing at his underwear. You wanted to feel him, all of him.
You felt almost weightless, trying to catch your breath as Eddie stood and peeled his underwear off. You pulled your bra off easily but your legs felt too wobbly to attempt standing. Eddie grinned, noticing the tremor in your thighs and kneeled at the edge of the bed. He kissed you softly, trailing up your leg, your stomach clenching with each inch he gained.
“Eddie,” you moaned as his hair tickled your inner thighs, his breath hot on your skin. “Please.”
“As you command, princess,” he said quietly, pressing a final kiss to your hip before dragging your underwear slowly down your legs. You thought you’d feel bare and vulnerable the first time you were fully naked in front of him. But, the soft yellow light from the lamp on his dresser cast a warm glow to his skin and you could only focus on how much you wanted this.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” You said, eyes taking in his pale skin and the fading bruises you’d left last week. You outstretched your hand, reaching for him.
Eddie’s eyes softened impossibly, the brown deepening as he tossed your underwear into his drawer. At your questioning look he smiled. “I need a souvenir; you’re not getting those back.”
“You’re shameless.”
He snorted. “You called me beautiful and wore light blue underwear, you knew what you were doing.”
“I bought a nicer pair,” you said, sighing when you finally felt his skin against your own, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your legs fell open and he settled between them, his own sigh falling from his lips. “They’re black lace, they have little bows on each hip,” you told him, smiling when you felt pressure more insistently where you were pressed together. “They reminded me of you when I saw them. Robin wouldn’t stop laughing when she went with me to buy them.”
“And where is this lovely set?” He asked, hands searching the bed for the condom.
“Ready to be worn for our date tomorrow,” you said, reaching to mouth at his neck. He grunted when you wrapped a hand around him. “You’ll see them, don’t worry.”
Moving your hand up slowly, letting your grip tighten as you went, you felt him buck his hips.
“You’re killing me here,” he said, breath warm against your ear.
“What do you think you’ve been doing to me since the night at the dance?”
Reanimated, Eddie’s hand clumsily hit your side as it searched for the foil. “Where is the fucking condom?” Eddie growled, finally breaking away to glance around you. Shifting your hips, you heard him groan deeply. “Sweetheart, please don’t do that or we’re going to have a different problem on our hands.”
You laughed and shook your head. “I think I feel it beneath my hip,” you said, detangling your hand from his hair and reaching for the packet. You brandished it with a flourish, grinning at him.
“My hero,” he grinned, ripping it open and sliding it on.
“You would think that the sarcasm doesn’t do it for me,” you said, gasping when you felt him hitch your thighs up to his waist, “but it really, really does.”
“Lucky me,” he said, kissing the crook of your neck in just the right spot and you went all but limp. You suspected if you had the ability to purr, you would. “If you want to stop-”
“If you stop on my behalf, I’ll strangle you,” you said, nudging him with your heel. “Come on Munson, make an honest woman out of me.”
“I don’t think that means what you think it does,” Eddie laughed, sounding strangled. “It really isn’t fair how much you turn me on,” he said, pressing against your entrance. You back arched, startled by the pressure.
“I’m fine,” you said, breathless, “I was distracted.”
“Sorry, is this not entertaining enough for you?” He asked. You laughed, surprised at his teasing, and you both groaned as he sunk further into you.
You gasped, heart in your throat. Eddie let his head drop to your neck, his breath coming out in short pants. You both waited, adjusting, and you nudged him again. Once he was fully buried in you, you inhaled sharply. It hadn’t felt like this with Jeremy, not even close. Eddie’s skin was so warm against yours, like a roaring fire in the middle of winter.
“Eddie,” you plead as a small wave of pressure built in your stomach, “please, move.”
He leaned back, his eyes darting frantically across your face. “Are you sure?”
“I promise, I’m fine,” you said, voice hitching as he pulled out. You felt a dull ache at the stretch but it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as your first time had been. In fact, as he pushed back in - just as slowly – you felt his head brush against a part of you that made you see stars for a moment. Well, that was new. “Eddie, faster, faster,” you demanded, wanting to chase that feeling.
He smiled beyond his concentration. “Needy,” he snipped, teeth coming down to your collarbone.
“Please,” you begged and that seemed to snap his restraint. He began in earnest, his brows furrowed, and lips sloppy as you both panted. You dropped your legs out wider and gasped when he found the right angle. “There, there!”
Eddie swallowed your scream as he slammed into you over and over, the pressure within you climbing higher with every movement. Instinctively, you tightened your legs around his waist and the added pressure had you both stumbling. Smiling, you tightened your grip on him further and watched his hips fall out of rhythm.
“I-I,” he stuttered and exhaled harshly, squeezing his eyes shut. You watched him struggle to come up with the words and instinctively reached out to grab his hand. Squeezing three times, you waited for his eyes to open. When they did, there was a seriousness to them that you didn’t expect. You saw something new, something he seemed a little scared of. Your hand came up to cup his cheek and he leaned into your touch.
“Hey,” you said softly, “I know.” And you did. This was what you both wanted but it was new and overwhelming. You were connected now, in a way that couldn’t be undone.
His eyes cleared, searching your face for any hesitance. You knew he wouldn’t find any. “Stay with me, okay?” You whispered, mouth going back to his neck when he nodded. Your other hand trailed up his side, nails scratching lightly. He slowly picked up again, his energy becoming a little frantic.
“Princess,” he grunted when you started meeting his thrusts.
“I’m here,” you said, the room spinning around you. You shut your eyes and his hand around your thigh tightened. He latched onto your skin and you were far too gone to protest another visible bite. He pressed himself closer, like he wanted to burrow into your body – but he already had. He’d made his way past your defenses, past your walls, and reached into your rib cage to steal your heart for himself.
You loved him.
The realization had your eyes snapping open, searching for him. He leaned back, away from your chest and found your gaze. Your heart thumped pathetically.
“I want to burn this into my memory forever,” he whispered, ducking down for a kiss. “The only time I managed to stun you into silence.”
This idiot, you thought, laughter bubbling up. “Don’t give yourself too much credit,” you said, wrapping one leg higher onto his hip and thrusting down a little harder. Both of you groaned at the new depth, stumbling together. “What was that you said about being stunned?”
Eddie laughed; his eyes mischievous. “Well played, milady.” He took advantage of the new angle and drove himself deeper into you. Your back arched at the sensation, your blood turning into fire. His stupid little satisfied smile made your heart want to leap out your chest.
Yeah, you loved him.
The idea and subsequent acceptance shifted something inside you. There was a new urgency, like you wanted to claw your way to the surface for a breath of air. Eddie groaned, his hand tightening around yours, while his other hand found the spot between you. He pressed down, his fingers unrelenting and you squirmed at the shot of pleasure that crawled up your body. His fingers danced between you and slowly drove you to the edge.
“Come on,” he said at the hitch of your hips, “I’ve got you.”
It was enough to make something inside you snap. You shut your eyes, overwhelmed by the power of it, and his hand squeeze yours – grounding you to your body as your soul felt like it was trying it’s best to leave it. Just when you thought it was over, a smaller cluster of waves pulled at you again.
“Eddie,” you whispered, not sure what was happening.
“I’m here,” he echoed you, his fingers against you relentless, “I’m here with you.”
You arched higher, and higher, until you thought you’d snap your spine in half. One perfectly angled thrust had the waves breaking. You screamed, letting the new sensation take over you.
Eddie picked up the pace for another few minutes and just as you started to feel over-sensitive, he followed you into oblivion. You felt wrung out, alive, and happy.
“Am I crushing you?” He asked, limp like a ragdoll.
“Yes, you weigh a ton,” you said, delighting in the feeling of him on you but liking his indignant glare more. You wrapped yourself around him and he huffed, his arms coming around you too.
He moved off you after a few seconds, taking a moment to get his equilibrium and padding out to the bathroom. Taking the chance, you stretched your limbs, a delicious soreness settling in. Flipping over to your stomach, you bunched the blankets around you for warmth and winced a little at a jolt of pain you felt. As you shifted cautiously, you felt it ebb away. You heard the garbage rustle and Eddie climbed back into bed with you.
“You look comfortable,” he said, lying onto his side next to you.
“It’s a comfortable bed,” you answered, snuggling into his pillow, wanting to wrap yourself up in his scent. “Plus, a few orgasms will do that to you.”
Eddie laughed and leaned his weight onto his arm, his palm holding his head up. He trailed calloused fingertips down your bare back with a softness that made your heart ache. You turned your head to watch him, his eyes on your skin. Eddie’s hair was wilder than usual, his skin flushed, and the bruises on his throat a reflection of your overeager enthusiasm.
“Not to inflate your ego,” you said, your voice quiet in the comfortable silence of his room, “and not that I have that much to compare it to, but that was a pretty high standard you set for yourself. I’ve never…not twice. Almost rarely once.”
Eddie smiled, his teasing eyes coming up to meet yours. You stilled. The world tilted, as if righting itself from years of having been off its axis. His brows furrowed, cutting his playful expression.
“What?” He asked, his drifting hand coming up quickly to your cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
He loved you too.
You knew it as surely as you knew your name. You breathed, a new sort of pressure building in your chest. The best kind. The kind that made you want to wrap yourself around him and never let go. The kind that made you so happy you could feel it down to your toes. The type that came with loving someone who loved you back. The butterflies in your stomach soared, their wings too big for their cage – wanting to be let out.
“No, just waiting for your ego to make its appearance,” you said, brushing it off.
Eddie grinned, worry leaving his expression. “I was going to say, not that my ego isn’t being inflated, but I think that had less to with me and more to do with us.”
“What?” You asked, popping your head up.
He laughed, his arm coming around your waist to pull you into his arms. You wrapped yourself around him, your body half atop of his, and laid your chin onto his chest. “It’s never been like that for me,” he said, eyes on you. “That wasn’t me or you, that was us.”
A slow smile grew on your face and Eddie’s matching one was twice as big. “That’s a nice superpower we have then,” you said eventually.
“We should take every moment we can to examine it,” he said seriously, hand drifting south. “In fact, we should double check – nay, triple check -- today, just to be sure. Just give me a few minutes, I think my soul hasn’t come back to my body yet.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m on top this time,” you said, sitting up and feeling him twitch already beneath you. “You can be behind after that.” The growing immediate interest had you shifting, smiling when he groaned.
“By all means,” he said, clearing his throat and eyes darting down to your bare chest. “Who am I to tell her highness what to do?”
You grinned, glancing appreciatively at his back as he leaned over to grab another wrapper off his nightstand. Triumphantly coming back with another condom, he quirked a brow at you.
“What?” You asked.
“Were you just checking out the goods?” He asked, expression delighted.
Head thrown back, you laughed. “And if I was?” You asked eventually through your amusement.
“Nothing,” he said, “feel free to objectify me whenever you want sweetheart. I’m yours.”
I’m yours. Had he always looked at you like that? Like he was holding his heart in his hands, begging you not to crush it, and not even aware he was doing it?
“You’re mine huh?” You said teasingly. “Then I guess that makes me yours.”
There was a beat of silence, an unfamiliar look flashing across his face, and a small smile twitched at his lips.
“I guess it does,” he said, his voice going soft and a little awed. You couldn’t help your own smile as you leaned down to kiss him. “Easily the best thing that’s ever been mine,” he said quietly, as if he said it too loudly, you’d take it back.
“He didn’t mean that sweetheart,” you called out to his guitar, hanging behind you.
Eddie’s laughter filled the room with a brightness that rivaled the sun. The butterflies grew and you curled a protective hand over his outstretched heart. You’d never let anything happen to it again. You loved him but, you knew he needed to be the one to take that first step.
He wasn’t ready yet, but that didn’t matter.
You’d wait as long as you needed to.
A/N: small reminder I'm not the best at writing smut lol but I tried y'all! clearly these keep getting longer and longer... lmao
This man is taking over my life and I can’t stop it- RIP to all my other WIPs. Thanks to Kitten for enabling me as always💕
Summary: College is becoming far too stressful and you just need to find a way to relax- luckily for you the local dealer has the perfect solution.
Warnings: 18+, PWP, mentions of underage drugs, weed, shotgunning, dry humping, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation (Eddie cums in his pants), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, panty theft. Spoiler free!
Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.
Word Count: 6.5k.
For as long as you could remember, you always seemed to struggle the closer it got to the end of a school year. College was getting harder to manage in between deadlines, your part-time job, sleep and attempting some sense of normality by seeing your friends. The harder you seemed to work to clear off the coursework you had due, the more that seemed to funnel in right behind it, and truly you felt as though you were sinking. The bags beneath your eyes now evidence that the time you should’ve been sleeping was now spent lying awake thinking about how fucked you truly were for the end of the school year. And the more you thought about it, the more you began to panic.
You just needed to relax, and this seemed like the perfect solution.
You’d met Eddie Munsen in the hall before your afternoon class together, surprised that he’d actually managed to be punctual for the lecture instead of strolling in twenty minutes late like usual. Ignoring the perplexed look on his face that you’d called his name before class as he broke into a wide grin.
“Hey,” You tried to ignore how your name sounded coming from his lips, his eyes looking you up and down.
I'm fucking creaming and drooling at the mouth reading this. I love how you write Eddie so much oh my god 💔💔💔 His pet names, his dorky comments, ahhhhh 😭
Summary: As a nurse inside Musutafu correctional facility, you’re not naive to the threat the various inmates pose, but you manage to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous- a high ranking member of Dynamight’s gang, Red Riot.
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof read, semi-public sex, dirty talk, manipulation, a sprinkle of degradation, potential dubcon (just to be safe- Kiri lies a lot) but tbh he just proper fancies reader, no prep, no protection, creampie, panty theft. If I missed anything lemme know!
Word Count: 6.6k.
Musutafu correctional facility was a place where some of the most hardened criminals were incarcerated. The barbed wire fence that surrounded the building was designed to look intimidating, and it did– but nothing could compare to how menacing the men looked inside. There were men from all walks of life, some that had just been handed unlucky cards in life and been led down the wrong path, others who would never step free again– sentenced to serve the rest of their lives behind bars. Others were in for shorter stays, completing the final parts of their rehabilitation programs before they were integrated back into society.
And then there were men like Kirishima Eijirou.
You’d heard stories about why he was inside, rumours that constantly circulated around the cold four walls that were hard to ignore. News report after report backed up a lot of the outlandish claims, things you wouldn’t even believe were true unless you’d heard them so vividly spoken so many times. He was part of the biggest gang in Musutafu, Dynamight’s right-hand man. He’d been inside almost a year, and still had six left to serve, although he seemed confident that his expensive lawyer would have him out in two.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Kirishima smiled as he stepped up to the window, his calloused fingertips brushing your hand as he took the small paper cup from you, “Stayin’ safe in here, yeah?”
GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. I fucking love how you always make the plot so good, it genuinely grabs me in everytime. And then the NSFW bits never seem to be remotely the same, something's always new and different and it never fails to get me on the edge of my seat.
The part where Kiri said,
"Do you want him to come in and see how much of a slut you are?"
to
"I know, baby. I know- but you're doin' so good, almost there-"
made my tummy spin a little bit. Honestly, all of Kirishima's dialogue was incredibly hot, but that part specifically when he went from being a little mean to sweet was so hot fr fr. Anyways, you're fic was amazing and I hope everyone gives it a read. I know I really enjoyed it.
