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hitoshiyoshi · 1 year
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what friends are for | midoriya izuku
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synopsis ↬ your friend and coworker, Izuku, always protects you from creepy guys on the train... doesn't he deserve to be repaid?
warnings ↬ modern au, izuku feels shy and guilty, izuku busts way too fast,, ch*kan, public s-x, exh-bitionism, the reader is wearing a skirt, p*ssy job, non-penetrative s*x, c*m in panties, let me know if i've missed anything
pairings ↬ coworker!agedup!midoriya izuku x fem!reader
word count ↬ 2.4k
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Tired feet shuffled inside the train car, soon packed to the brim with passengers ready to go home. Luckily you managed to enter before a swarm of people filled the space, taking all of the available seats and leaving most to stand in the walkways. The dark sky signaled nighttime; only the white overhead lights of the train car made everything visible. Finding a small space in the corner, you quickly took refuge and held onto the steel bar. You rubbed your arms together, trying to make some heat with the cold air. A finger lightly tapped on your shoulder, startling you.
Turning around, you see your friend and coworker, Izuku, standing behind you. He offers his scarf, outstretching his hand in your direction, and you happily accept. He whispers something about you “looking a little cold” as you wrap the fabric around your neck. Unfortunately, you haven’t worn a jacket or sweater today. You thought your office blazer could comfort you from the cold, but alas, you were wrong. Your pencil skirt barely gives you enough room to move; it was the only attire you could find after ruining your usual work clothes yesterday.
You move into your typical position: facing the wall directly in the corner, away from the rest of the passengers with Izuku directly behind you. It was the same stance you two took for the past few weeks. After a mishap with some creepy guy getting too close to you during a trip home, Izuku came in to save you. Scaring the man away and capturing a picture of him to report to the police.
Ever since that night, he promised to help you. This wasn’t his usual route home. It actually cost him more money and lengthened his travel time. If it meant protecting you, he didn’t mind. Izuku was grateful for you anyways. You were always kind to him at work, showing him the ropes on his first day and coming to his rescue whenever he missed an important deadline. He owed you more, but for now, you were satisfied.
When he was your shield, no one dared to bother you. You trusted him not to hurt you.
Your trip home went just like normal. For a few minutes, at least.
The train came to a sharp halt at the next station, much harder than before. Izuku didn’t prepare for the harsh movement of the train, he lost his footing and collided with your back. The motion of his body pressed you further against the metal walls of the train car. You peeked behind him, he soon uttered a soft “sorry…” and asked if you were alright.
“I’m fine, just a little startled is all,” You examined the area of the car with Izuku soon following suit. “Is there any way you can make some space? I’m kinda cramped here.”
“I don’t think I can,” Unfortunately the tiny amount of room created by his actions was soon filled by people coming in from the station. Bodies bounced into each other as the train began moving again. “We’ll have to endure it until the next stop…”
Nodding along to his words, you succumbed to your predicament. The station after this wouldn’t arrive for a long time; another ten to fifteen minutes before you could have some relief. It wasn’t too bad, you felt safe with Izuku closer to you.
However, the fluffy green-haired man behind you only felt a sense of dread with the closeness of your bodies. He eagerly wished for the next station to arrive soon. You molded perfectly to him, fitting like a jigsaw puzzle piece. This time was worse than all the others; your plush ass nuzzled against his lower half, deepening with every sway of the train. He wasn’t sure how you hadn’t noticed, you always seemed quite happy with his presence. It was a terrible feeling.
Izuku couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilty.
He promised to keep you safe during these times. But with the sprouting girth in his clothed pants, he was no better than the scums who violated you with their sickly hands. He tried to cool off most days, trying to think of pure thoughts like assignments for work or dinner with his family. Izuku was scared of the small part of him that desperately wanted to caress your inner thighs and slip inside the warmth under your skirt. Your skirt. Why on all days did you wear such a stunning thing? It hugged every dip and curve of your legs just right. Any weird person could easily touch you if they wanted to.
With the next shift of the train, you felt it. Hardened and nestled into your bum, begging for contact with your skin. You blinked a few times, trying to process if it was indeed what you thought. Of course, it couldn’t be… Izuku wouldn’t dare do such a thing. His clenched fist is seen in your peripheral vision, and you notice his arm straining to keep to his side.
“Izu, everything okay?” You ask while peeping behind to check on him again.
His face flushed pink with embarrassment, not daring to stare up at you. Izuku’s head was transfixed with the ground… and his protruding member. Finally, you noticed the tent in his pants roughly digging into your backside. His face showed signs of humiliation yet his hips bucked with greed. Of course, you didn’t want to believe it. But with each of his harsh movements and his prodding tip over your cotton skirt, it was obvious. You felt your cheeks begin to burn with his sudden touches, only glancing behind you for a few seconds before quickly turning to face to the wall.
“S- Should I move?” You ask, knowing that there was no available space.
“No, sorry… Let’s just stay like this,” Izuku’s hands move to wrap around your waist and soon press his chest further into your back. Any more movements would’ve only worsened his problem.
Yet, as he nuzzled closer into your neck, he didn’t seem bothered as the seconds passed. Izuku’s palm would graze over your hips, sometimes dipping lower past the hem of your skirt and wanting to slip inside. His conscience held him back from committing an act that he would soon regret as if he wasn’t already doing so. Perhaps the only thing he found hard to fathom was your surprisingly calm demeanor, letting his wandering hands have their way with you. He couldn’t hear your rapidly beating heart over the bustling sound of the train.
Growing curiosity spurred his fingers to travel underneath your clothing and caress along your inner thighs. He let out a soft gasp in your ear at the undeniable heat that began to pool between your legs. Touching the fabric that was coated with your slick and pressing his fingertips along your clit. A feeling of uncertainty caused his hand to retreat backward to his side.
“S-Shit… Sorry, didn’t mean to-” His frantic voice seemed cute, still afraid that he’d somehow broken your trust. Until your hand reached for his own, placing it back on your skirt.
“It’s alright, Izu,” You gently spun your body around to face him, and his eyes widened at your action.
Your touching chests only seemed to make his cheeks redder. He found it difficult to face you but your closeness made it impossible to avoid. Raising his briefcase to block the eyes of onlookers, you watched as Izuku seemed to gulp nervously with his internal battle of guilt. The other passengers nearby seemed too lost in their own worlds to care about the scenes that would soon take place.
“I can help with your problem,” You say while guiding his hands to lift your skirt upwards, stopping once your panties and thighs are exposed to the chilly air. “Just promise to help me after…”
He swiftly nods in agreement, and soon his remorse dissipates. Your fingers tug at his zipper, smirking at the damp spot sullying the tip of his tent in his grey briefs. Your fingers dance around the veins of his girthy shaft before tugging the fabric and exposing his stiff shaft to the air. Patches of his dark green hair peak out as you graze along his skin. Izuku shutters and shifts in a strange manner, gritting his teeth as your soft touch seems to coax him to an impending release. Watching him swell in shyness was only pleasing for a few slow seconds.
You soon release him and stare as he whines, missing your soothing touch. Luckily, those around you stayed with their backs turned, and with Izuku’s cover, you have enough space to lift your skirt. Lifting the material well past your thighs and bum under his lingering gaze. You hooked your fingers over the lace material of your panties and lowered them just until there was enough space. Your fingers returned to his cock, pumping around his length – feeling him stiffen in your palms – before pressing your bodies closer as his tip prodded at your swollen clit. Mixing your juices on your bud before nestling his cock between your folds and lace underwear.
Izuku’s free hand wrapped around your lower back, just over your bum, and pulled you closer until there were no inches between you two. Resting your head on his shoulder, you heard his breath hitch as he tried to swallow his soft moans. It was all too much, he thought. The same reason he tried not to succumb to his lustful desires. Your clear slick coats his still sprouting cock as his hips begin to rut against your body. Moving tender and loving before being overcome with a newfound sense of vigor.
The force of his sloppy thrusts soon matched every sway and rustling motion of the train. His grip on the soft flesh on your back tightened withstinging pain, trying to clutch and hold onto anything. Panting and whimpering expletives in a hushed voice, “fu- fuck… i- i can’t… you’re so… good,” right in your ear. Izuku’s dreamt of this since the first day he laid eyes on you; the feeling of your heat against his hardened cock. Soon, he recognizes that perhaps he’s just as sick and twisted as those creepy passengers. With every roll of his hips, your bud surges with pleasure. Wanting to feel his thick girth fill your soaking walls until he paints your insides white.
Your wish was not too far from his own, he wasn’t sure how he would sleep tonight. Chasing after his release, Izuku fails to notice his voice becoming louder. A few passengers peak behind, yet the lower half of their view is blocked, thankfully. You capture his lips in a deep kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. Nipping into your lower lip as you moan quietly in his mouth. You soon garner the attention of one woman nearby who stares away in disgust but doesn’t complain. Yet, you could care less about her disapproving thoughts.
Blood rushed to his red cheeks as you felt his chest tighten in your close embrace. As he suckled on your now plump lips, you felt his cock twitch. Holding your body close, his thrusts became rushed and desperate while his muscles tensed. Soon, his hips slowed and came to a sudden halt. Izuku pulled back, breaking your kiss and moving his hand away from you to hold the base of his cock. Emptying his warm seed over the hood of your clit, overflowing after being suppressed for far too long. As more milky essence gushed, he swirled the tip of his shaft over your bud – adding pressure to your heat that yearned for a release.
Giving no time to calm from his high, Izuku helps tidy your clothes. A surge of joy fills him as he watches his cum drip onto your panties, a messy sign of his territory. Once he’s finished, he quickly fixes himself with your aid. A cold and slow trickle of his essence runs down your leg. He fetches a paper napkin and cleans you up as if nothing happened; he’s always overprepared.
The next station soon approaches allowing most of the passengers to depart and finally giving you some room to breathe. A pair of seats are empty and Izuku happily escorts you to them before they are stolen. Your routine continues; you usually sit next to each other and discuss work or any lingering thoughts for the day. Except for tonight, you rest your head on his shoulder. Too tired and distracted from the feeling of your cum-stained panties pressing against your heat.
When your stop finally comes, you raise to your feet and attempt to leave. You tell Izuku ‘goodbye’ and wish him well for the rest of his ride home. Until you feel his hand grasp yours…
“Wait..!” He says before standing. His grip is nearly as strong as before.
“What is it?” You ask, gaining the attention of a couple seated happily nearby.
“I never fixed your problem,” He starts, blushing shyly and shifting uncomfortably in his tight slacks. “My place is only a few stops away… and we have time.”
The train begins to depart from your station, and the doors lock and trap you inside. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a little while longer…
Izuku leads you to some seats right at the back of the train car, this time making you sit on his lap. The rest of the passengers are some distance away, only a few. The couple peeks at you two but turns their heads away once realizing your bodies are too far. He takes the chance to raise the hem of your skirt again. He knows this route well, people barely board the train at this hour — he has you all to himself.
Izuku slips his fingers inside your panties, instantly feeling his sticky cum from earlier. Still warm from the heat erupting between your legs. The pads of his fingers massage circles around your needy clit. With each flutter of his fingers against your core, your walls spasm, and Izuku’s soft chuckle resounds in your ear. Lubricating your folds with his cum before dipping around your opening and coating his fingers in slick.
The sudden feeling of his digits slipping inside your dripping wetness causes a moan to slip past your lips — loud enough for some passengers to hear. Izuku’s hand instinctively covers your mouth and quells more from coming out. He holds you still as the seconds pass and he believes he’s in the clear. No one disturbs you two, lacking the courage to do so.
“Careful now, can’t help if you make too much noise,” He removes his hand from your mouth, choosing to settle near your waist. “Let me repay you… after all, it’s what friends are for,”
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"Damn! This guy's literally the most handsome man alive!"
Your loud gasp and snarky comment catches MIDORIYA's attention, causing him to look at you with curious eyes. Of course his love toward you makes him feel a little irritated, he's never thought of himself as someone with amazing looks and you fonding over other men isn't really helping; but now that you've caught him starring, he's got no other choice but to show interest in the matter.
"Who? Let me see"
When you smile and ask him to come have a look, he's both reluctant and eager to see this "most handsome guy of all time"; so he gets very confused as he sits next to you and looks at the screen, only to see himself starring back at him in the camera.
"Huh? That's not the-"
Then he's met with your cheeky grin.
"Oh...!"
"And he's mine"
Even god can't stop the blush spreading over his cheeks and his big smile.
"Babe stop!"
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tteokdoroki · 8 months
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✩࿐TRACK 03: WAR WITH HEAVEN. izuku midoriya (2K)
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about. upon spending time apart from your pro-hero fwb, deku, for a work trip — he quickly realises he wants it all with you. heaven, hell and life on earth.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, sfw, slight angst, fluff, happy ending, sneaky links, long distance relationships, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, friends with benefits to lovers, journalist + fem!reader, pro hero!deku.
things to note. another saturday is upon us and so is another instalment!! i really like this one n can’t believe we’re half way through already !! anyways i hope you enjoy <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩
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whether you believe it or not, izuku midoriya has never been hopelessly in love. 
like most people with an overexposure to romance saturated media — the number one hero has always had that nagging feeling, craving for something more. the person to come home to, the partner, the kids and the dog that chews through the white picket fence or makes a mess on the freshly cut lawn. he wants a family like most individuals. but with a schedule as busy and a lifestyle as reckless as his…there’s hardly any time for izuku’s dreams. 
dreams were for losers, anyways. 
after high school, izuku quickly learned that dreaming wasn’t enough to get by even if it had motivated him to become a hero. reality is harsh and full of hard truths — bearing the responsibility of future number one and being all might’s prodigy had taught him that. so his rose tinted view of the future he had planned for himself quickly collapsed, the stain glass window shattering above him while its shards nicked at izuku’s youthful, hopeful skin.
he wasn’t so pure and good after leaving U.A — at least not in front of the public. behind closed doors izuku was a pessimist. he was sly and maybe a little sleazy, always on the prowl for something or someone to toy with. little deku was all grown up, no longer baby-faced and bright eyed but instead buffer with an unfairly tiny waist and an angular sharpness to his jaw that could cut diamonds. 
he was attractive and he knew it — his new found confidence bled into his sex appeal and sky rocketed his popularity and now…the number one controls the whole of Japan in the palm of his hand. everybody wants a taste of the new and improved izuku midoriya. 
everyone including you. 
mindless hookups, despite being easy stress relief, always left izuku with a sour taste in his mouth. conservations with the elite that happened to stumble into his bed never went further than superficial talk and the odd ‘lets do this again sometime’s. he hated how people would change around him, clinging onto him after a night in the sheets like deku owed them a piece of his soul. 
being the number one was no longer enough for hungry mouths. sex no longer satisfied those in his circle. 
that was until he met you. the first time deku encountered you (at a hero press junket), you had been a shy intern journalist forced to follow around her mentor with an extreme lust for the green haired hero. he felt bad for you, you were obviously there to learn and do your job but the senior professional they’d stuck you with couldn’t help but slobber all over him instead of teaching you. 
half-way through the junket, izuku had managed to sneak away from the pestering paparazzi to get a moment to himself — and it seemed, you’d had similar ideas. his initial assessment of your character was way off too. you were quiet, sure, but observant and snarky as well. a realist just like him. and somehow, you’d managed to convince him to leave to conference; get drinks at a secret roof top bar for only the highest members of japanese hero society, and talk and talk for hours about everything and anything. from quirks to the best snack combinations at the only kombini open past three AM on your street.
izuku liked you, he hadn’t felt such a spark for someone since his rookie days. you were cute, he couldn’t stop looking at your eyes and how they sparkles. your lips when you sipped the drinks he ordered for you and the way you instinctively leaned up to deku just to hear what he was saying. 
the way you ended up in his bed that night was no mystery to either of you. 
except the sensual and sultry night you shared together didn’t end there — at every event, every occasion, where journalists were required to be present, you found yourselves gravitating towards one another. one moment you’d be sharing bedroom eyes with one another from across the room and the next deku would have you bent over in bathroom stalls, his hushed moans in your ear and his fingers deep in your mouth to keep you quiet.  
months went by and the sex didn’t stop, neither of you wanted it to. you made izuku feel a little bit whole again, you made him feel good and made him laugh all in the same breath. he didn’t just like it when you left your claim on his neck bordering the line of keeping your rendezvous a secret and letting the whole world find out — but he liked it when you stayed over and wore his shirts around his luxury apartment. or came to hang out with him at his private gym with a bag of cheat-day take-out katsudon and an earful of gossip from your office. 
deku really liked you, more than he should’ve for a girl who was meant to be just a fling, more than he should’ve for someone who didn’t have time in his day for a lover.
“did you get over me?” the hero pouts into the FaceTime call, watching you struggle to grab your luggage off of the conveyer belt in baggage claim. if he were there, he’d have gotten it for you by now.
despite not being anything serious to one another, izuku had made it a habit to weasel his way into your everyday life. you sent cute little good morning and goodnight texts to one another, along with other messages like ‘get home safe’ and ‘have a good day’ too. those text messages quickly escalated to phone calls once the green haired number one admitted to you that it’s hard to fight crime whilst looking for the right kao emoji to send you.
you roll your eyes, coy smile budding on the edges of your lips. “it’s only been two hours, izuku.” you say, finally managing to grab your bag before you head out to the main lobby of the airport.
one thing about that man, is that he’s clingy as fuck. all of your attention has to be on him or he’ll feel like he might die. with you being away for the weekend at a journalism conference instead of in his arms, izuku feels like he might burn the whole world down from the ground up. just to be near you.
either that or he’s just extremely pussy whipped. 
“streets are sayin’ you might sleep with that guy from your team while you’re there, is that true?” deku fires back, running a scarred hand through the mass of curls atop his head. he lets it run down to smooth over his face, peach fuzz starting to grow through — but you made him promise not to shave until the day after you got back. apparently his light stubble against your inner thighs made you cum so much—
“—i don’t even like him like that, you big baby,” you tell him matter of factly, cutting through his train of thought and bringing your phone up to your face once more to let emerald eyes peek down your sweater. “and i think he’d get the hint if he saw all these damn marks on my neck.” 
pink blooms underneath the freckles on midoriya’s cheeks at the sight of the purple hues decorating your neck and shoulders. he remembers the extra turtlenecks you had to pack because of it. “couldn’t help it, i needed to give you a reminder of what you’d be missing while you were away from me.” 
“you’re so dramatic, deku.” 
“oh, you wound me, angel.” he purrs into the mic with a sly grin, knowing that he’s affecting you just as much as he misses you. especially when you give him a pointed glare. izuku let’s the conversation wither out as you order yourself an uber that’ll take you the hotel. he can’t help but chuckle when you perk up and notice the amount of money he’s sent you to cover the costs of it. “yanno…” deku mumbles, resting his cheeks on his knuckles. “you’re like heaven away from hell to me.” 
you won’t admit how sexy he looks, even if izuku is all googly-eyed and soft for you. even if his forest green locks curl over his pretty eyes and hide them. it almost pisses you off. that he’s so blissfully unaware of how fucking pretty he is and how that mere fact manages to ruin you you even though you’re miles apart. “what’s hell, then?”
“my work. this city. this apartment, without you.” he says smoothly, filling your stomach with butterflies. izuku has a away about him that makes you feel like you’re his entire world and only his — but there’s never been any strings attached, you’ll never fully be his and he’ll very much be the nation’s hero (and dick) until someone manages to tie him down. 
“are you asking me to move in with you, izuku?” there’s no expectancy in your voice — you say it mostly as a joke because you have no idea how much the number one pines for you. how tonight, he’ll drink himself into a stupor with his friends and whine to them about how much he misses you. izuku may have changed on the outside, may be stronger and faster but he’s still that insecure teenager on the inside. 
he has to force his knees to stop knocking whenever you’re around. he finds himself swallowing the lump in his throat whenever he thinks about the possibility of you being with someone who isn’t you. he feels sick to the stomach and panics at the thought of losing you. you mess with deku’s head in the worst of ways and yet he finds himself wanting more. nevertheless, he smiles, loving how his name sounds on the sweet glaze of your lips. 
“you’ve got a place in my bed. you’re always here anyways.” 
“you’d never let me leave it, if you had a say in the matter.” 
“you’d never have to work again if you let the number one hero take care of you angel.” izuku sighs longingly, giving you his cutest pair of puppy dog eyes that never fail to make you swoon. “but you love your job.” 
“i do.” your uber pulls up and you reply curtly so you can properly greet your driver. they aid you with your suitcase and you slip your headphones on while in the back seat to keep your special conversation private. 
“do you love me?” he can’t help but ask. izuku is hopelessly enamoured by you, you’re like a virus that’s spread across his brain and controls his every thought or action. he needs you like his lungs need oxygen to breathe — you’ve changed him for the better, shown him that maybe he can have both work and luxury. a family and foundation. with you, if you’d want him. 
“izuku.” you warn, but playfully.
“so it’s true,” the hero drawls across the line in faux disappoint  though his eyes speak mischief. “you only like me for my cock ‘n my money.” you can practically hear the pout on his pretty plump lips. 
a fondness takes over you and you can’t help but squirm happily. “and your pretty boy smile,” you squeal cutely, filling midoriya with the same amount of fondness “don’t forget.”
“so you do love me.” 
“i can’t answer that until you ask what you want to ask me properly.” 
“alright then,” sitting up, deku grasps at his phone between shaky fingers and holds it above his head — giving you the perfect view of his freckled and scared (and chiselled) body. he chews on the swell of his lower lip, dancing around the question he knows he wants to ask. “angel. i want you. more than just a fling. i want you to be mine.” he blurts, closing his eyes so that his thoughts come easy and he can’t see you reject him.
midoriya doesn’t know what he would do if he lost you, he’s seen what losing your love has done to his friends. kirishima and his partner had almost broken up with each other recently. he’d be a mess in that situation.  izuku has faced too many hardships in his life, his career, to let this one good thing slip from between his fingers. 
“will you? be mine?”
he sees you poke your tongue into your cheek, laughing as you pretend to think. “i will, izuku. i want nothing more,” you coo. “keep my side of the bed warm. i’ll be home soon.” 
relief floods through deku’s body. “don’t be too long, gorgeous.” with a couple of blow kisses, he lets you go with the reminder to call him back once you’re settled in at the hotel (so he can pay for your room service). it’s only when you’re alone again that izuku realises he’d rip stars from the sky to be with you, pull the heavens right down to earth to be by your side.
you’re everything to izuku, and for you, he’d go to war with heaven. 
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yourlovermori · 2 years
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thinking about deku who eats pussy from the back gawddd
he has you on all fours, 2 thick fingers stretching your little cunny out he’s face full in it nose bumping your sex —moaning in it breath fanning your dripping hole making you shudder as you whine and cry into your pillow. he’s babbling praises into your cunt about how ‘you’re so good fr’me’ and that ‘daddy’s got you — gonna make you feel so good’. the beds rocking with just how into it he is. cock leaking in his shorts — getting off on just this. it’s not long before he cums in them with a wanton moan. in bliss from the way eating your pretty pussy has ropes of cum staining his shorts.
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bbyangyl · 8 months
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MDNI || 18+ MATURE CONTENT BELOW
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LOSER BOY! DEKU who cums in his pants at just the thought of you. how sweet and kind you are to him. how pretty you are. how you tease him with your gorgeous eyes and heart melting smile because you know! you must know the affect you have on him!
he isn’t popular by any means. a nerd who people take advantage of when it comes to assignments. a stark contrast from you. someone who’s loved and known by everyone.
so, it absolutely blows his mind when you try to start a conversation with him. not for homework answers, or to pick on him, but because you wanted to get to know him since you both share multiple classes together and you wanted to become friends.
at first he’s weary of you. how could someone as popular and beautiful as you want anything to do with a loser like him? someone who people treat as a punching bag or a machine that will print out answers. but after a while, he understands why.
it’s because you’re that genuine of a person.
you talk to him, ask about his interests, share stories, stand up for him when someone tries to pick on him, and you always ask and care about his well-being.
you’re genuine with your words & kindness, so it wasn’t out of left field when he starts to develop romantic feelings for you. once he comes to the realization of his feelings, it opens up a whole new world for him.
he remembers the first time he felt it. you wanted to sit with him at lunch, despite his constant warning that your reputation might be damaged being near him. you simply brushed it off with a smile.
when you placed your lunch next to him, he hates himself for immediately noticing how small your skirt was; just barely covering your ass; showing your thighs in all its glory. and when you moved your legs to sit down, Izuku could’ve sworn he caught a glimpse of your panties.
he remembers the way he internally panicked as blush formed all over his face and neck.
and he tried to listen. he tried so hard to listen to what you were saying to him. something about plans for summer break. but he was trying his absolute best to not get a hard on in front of you.
unfortunately, the odds were against him, and he found himself unconsciously taking glances at your chest and pretty lips. And then, sinful thoughts drifted to you bent over. your breast pressed against the table as he pushed you skirt up and ate your pretty little pussy from the back. he would pocket your panties, hearing your cute moans, whining for him to continue. he would-
“-so I think that’s what I’m gonna do for the first two weeks. but I’d be really happy if we can plan to hangou-…are you okay?”
he remembers eventually shaking his head to snaps out of it. but before he could respond, he noticed how tight his pants had become. through a flushed and panicked state, he immediately placed his bag on top of his lap, sputtering absolute nonsense as he tried his hardest to change the topic of conversation.
he didn’t know why he was having such thoughts about you. he knew it was wrong, sinful, but…
eventually he was saved by the bell that day, and you excused yourself to your class quickly since you had a final presentation due.
after that incident, his mind was running laps at the thought of you.
you would greet him with kind smiles and warm hugs through your summer break meet ups. he notices how soft you feel, how sweet the air becomes of vanilla and strawberry when you’re around. and how much worse the images in his head become.
how would your lips feel against his? would you like your breast sucked on? played with as he pounded you from the back? he just knew you’d feel so good inside, so warm and wet as your pussy would suck him in for more. he could only imagine how good your pussy tasted too. all soft and gooey from the slick. your moans begging him to keep going.
or maybe you’d take charge? maybe you’d call him a good boy for being obedient. ride him as he squirms beneath you. would you clean him up with your mouth afterwards? sucking on his tip for every drop of his cum. maybe you’d even peg him!
the countless thoughts and scenarios drove him up the wall. just your presence was enough to make him so pathetically hard.
he looks up your pictures on instragram, none of which are seductive in nature. but just normal photos of you, all sweet and smiley. and he can already feel how hard his cock becomes as it leaks pre-cum, aching to be touched.
he imagines his own hands being yours. imagining how soft they would be as he stares at your pictures.
then, he’d go to his gallery, looking at the photos you would take together during your hangouts. just seeing how happy you are in the picture with him next to you makes him cum so hard he feels his vision blur.
you’re so pretty, so sweet, so wonderful.
you mean everything to him.
and although he knows you’re way out of his league, and how lucky he was to even be friends with you. he can’t help but yearn for something more.
he knew he would never tell you that, though. if it ever got around that he liked you, he knew his classmates would make fun of him; laugh at the fact that he would even think of a possibility that you and him could be together. after all, he’s just a loser who fell in love with you, someone who’s so beautiful and kind, but leagues above him.
so yeah, he knew he’d never tell you. but being someone you considered a friend was enough, despite his dirty, desperate desires.
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zanarkandskylines · 2 months
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now i'm thinking about Midoriya finding out he's gonna be a dad for the first time, too and how stupidly cute he'd be about it!! 💚🌟 { read bakugo's here!! }
- the first person he’s telling is kacchan, literally his soulmate/brother/best friend. he can barely keep it together enough over a surprise visit to his apartment with his partner that he just starts crying happily while his partner clarifies that they're expecting and they'd like for him to be a god-parent
- bakugo, uraraka, ida, todoroki and tsu would all be his kid's aunties and uncles (just imagine bakugo being uncle kacchan!!!)
- he’d be the kind of partner to overly excited and willing to do any and everything for his partner's comfort. they want ramen in the middle of the night? he's got his shoes on the second they ask. they need a new movie to watch? he's browsing through channels to set up a recording for them later, knowing they're bound to fall asleep before it's finished. they're achy and tired? he's got a hot bath ready for them every night with a cup of their favorite tea.
- him and his mom would be blubbering messes together, during and after the pregnancy. she'd be the best grandma in the world and melt every time he or his partner called her "Granny Inko"
- he'd text his partner while out on patrol every hour to check in or just to say "i love you" and "i miss you"
- he’d also pass down his old all might themed baby clothes to his own kid, just like bakugo, and cry tears of joy every time they run around with the all might onesie on 😭😭
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treasuringizu · 2 years
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-don’t want to be away
⇝ izuku midoriya x reader | fluff fluff fluff
⇝ word count: 1k
⇝ a/n: wtf this is way longer than i meant it to be i just wanted a small blurb to get out my thoughts of izuku😭
⇝ synopsis: izuku is very very clingy when he's tired
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you’re on the couch reading the new book you just bought when izuku comes home. the tv is on in the background, channel flipped to some random cartoon that you vaguely recognize from when you were a kid. you had just turned to a new page when you hear the distant sound of keys jingling, and then the front door opens.
you check the time, noticing it’s a little later than usual, and then your eyes move to watch him trudge through the door. when his eyes meet yours, he gives you a tired smile that isn’t quite as radiant as his others but just as sweet, and he toes off his shoes.
you fold the top right corner of the page you’re on in your book. “long day?”
he sighs, unzipping his costume and beginning to strip as he pads along to you. “somewhat.”
your heart squeezes for him. izuku — deku — who gives and gives and rarely takes. you know your eyes are sad. “aw, baby.” pushing your book to the side, you open your arms wide for him. “come here.”
izuku complies without hesitation, down to just his boxers, costume laying on the floor behind him. you know he’ll clean it up later. he settles on top of you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your chest. your own arms go around him, head resting on top of his, unruly curls tickling your chin. he lets out a deep sigh, nuzzling into you and squeezing your body once. “hi baby.”
you smile. “hey izu.” your hand is running through his hair, careful not to pull on the tangled spots and you give him a kiss on the crown of his head.
he hums, “how was your day?”
you explain to him everything you did, although you had already updated him throughout the day with various texts and pictures, and he you. he still listens to every word you say, nodding his head and humming along, eventually falling asleep on you. you listen to his soft snores, smiling to yourself about how much you love him. his weight feels so comforting on you.
it’s a little while later when you need to pee, so you try to gently detach him from your body, maneuvering him as best as you can with how much he weighs with all those big muscles.
you know your attempts at gently moving him have failed though when he starts to stir, eyes opening revealing a beautiful viridescent. "baby?" he sits up and yawns, extending his arms out past his head to stretch. "what..." a cute yawn interrupts him. "what are you doing?"
“go to bed, izu." you cup his face to peck his forehead, moving to pull away but then stopped by his arms wrapping around you. he rests his head on your stomach, giving it a kiss.
"where are you going?" he mumbles against you.
"i gotta use the bathroom."
"okay." he hums, still not letting go of you.
you stifle a laugh, running a hand through his har. "you need ta let go of me in order for me to do that."
"...oh." reluctantly, he removes himself from your body, looking up at you with a sheepish smile.
you laugh harder this time, causing his smile to grow bigger. "be right back."
moving over to the bathroom, you flick the lights on, settling on the toilet. you're there for at least ten seconds before the door opens again, and in comes izuku, still shirtless, still pantsless. you ogle him as he struts in like its the most normal thing ever, and you don't even say anything as the hunk of man plops on the floor in front of you, crossing his legs.
"...izuku?!"
"yeah?" he scoots closer to you, yawning again and covering his mouth.
"um. what... are you doing?"
he only blinks owlishly at you, sleep still obvious in his eyes. "im waiting for you to finish."
your eyes widen, and you don’t know whether to laugh or be confused. “you couldn’t wait in the bedroom?”
he throws that smile at you. the smile that melts your heart and your defenses. the smile that makes you fall in love all over again every time. “i didn’t want to be away from you.”
your heart fills with even more love than you thought possible.
as you finish up, izuku alternates between watching your every move and smacking his head on the wall as he falls asleep.
you shake your head, chuckling softly as you look at him, his eyes half closed. "izu?"
he blinks a couple of times, coming back to reality. "hmm?"
"you wanna take a shower?" you reach out your hand to help him up, and his own — large and warm — swallows yours. he stands, muscles rippling. he doesn't answer, instead using his arm to pull you into him, and you land against his chest with an oof. he hugs you close to him, resting his head in the crook of your neck and breathing in deeply. his skin is warm against you.
you bring your own arms around him. "you're awfully clingy tonight, aren't you?"
"that’s cause i just love you so much." he kisses your head.
you smile. "love you too." you stay like this with him for what you assume is a few minutes, and once you think he's fallen asleep again on you, you bring up taking a shower again.
"later," he answers.
"you mean tomorrow?"
"tomorrow."
"okay, baby." you detach yourself from him, heart warming at the whine he lets out and how he tries to reconnect. you place your hand on his chest, pushing him back. "let's go to bed, izu."
he nods his head, and you grab his hand once again, shutting the lights and leading the way out to the bedroom. izuku obediently follows you and squeezes your hand.
you strip and settle into the comfortable bed with him, his legs tangling with yours. you end up on his chest and he's holding you tight like if he lets go you might just disappear.
it's silent for a few minutes until you hear him mutter a thank you.
you blink. "for what?"
"for... being here. loving me. letting me love you."
you melt. "of course. you know you don't have to thank me for that. if anything, thank you izuku. thank you." a moment passes.
"i love you."
"i love you too."
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gglitch1dd · 1 year
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Firm believer in switch Deku
One minute he wants you to scream his name and the next he wants you to use him until he's a mumbling mess
There is only one reason why I do not like sub Izuku, and that's because people write him horrendously and it makes me cringe. But subtop Izuku... now that's someone I can get behind. But for you... I can conjure up something I can get behind.
Izuku is a very diverse man. You can see it in his eyes when that switch between passive and dominant is flipped in his head. But on a rare occasion, a rare occasion where he wants to not have to think and be in control, on a rare occasion he allows himself to be weak and at your mercy, is one you treasure for eternity.
Izuku hates feeling weak. It makes him feel helpless, like how he was when he was a quirkless kid with no one to defend him.
However when he's in your embrace, underneath your gaze, with you riding him like that would be the last time you ever sat on his cock, he would look up at you like a diety. He would give his everything to your very being just to stay there just a minute longer. Where he didn't have to think. Where he didn't have to do anything but feel in the warmness of your control.
His mumbles spur you on, every cry and moan and drabble nonsense spilling from his glistening lips is what keeps your grip on him so strong. You kiss every freckle on his body, like they were stars in the very sky. You praise him like he was made out of the most expensive and precious material known to earth. You feel him as though his skin was not battered and scarred.
In your embrace he feels loved. He feels safe.
Midoriya Izuku would only submit to someone, who would make him feel something no one had ever made him feel before...
He would only submit to someone who would make him feel precious.
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bfbkg · 2 years
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gym bro bf!izuku who makes u go to the gym w him just to watch him work out🙈
“you look sexy doing that one ‘zu.”
every comment you make has your boyfriend blushing and shaking his head to recenter himself.
sure you’re donning your brand new gym clothes that you found at the back of your wardrobe, tight little shorts with a sports bra but that’s only to fit in with the environment! since you don’t spend much time with each other due to your busy schedules, you’ve compromised by hanging out in your boyfriends luxury, heroes only gym in the city. he works out for his next mission as you lay on your stomach on one of the comfy yoga mats, your expensive felt tips scattered around the ground with your colouring book before you.
he’s working his body as you’re working your mind you said. izuku bought that excuse at the beginning but now he’s thinking he’s working his body while you stare, swinging your legs in the air and crossing them over each other with a sneaky little grin.
“are you sure you don’t want to do some cycling? i even brought the light weights over for you!” he speaks breathlessly, sweat dripping off his forehead as dark green strands stick to it.
he’s wearing a loose black vest, one that’s supposed to be loose but still tight around his pectorals, his nipples poking through the fabric. you whine, head resting in your palm. even his shorts are tight around his thunder thighs as he sits on the machine, biceps tight as he exercises his arms.
“why would i want to work out?” you frown, “looking at you already feels like a work out. your thighs tense when you move your arms.”
you’re observing him like he used to do to heroes when he was younger, studying every body part for a cause and reaction. though you’re just doing it to get off and make him nervous.
“s-stop looking at me. colour or something.” he whines, moving to get up in a rush but ending up stumbling over his own feet.
“easy there tiger, do you want some water?”
and you’re up quickly, running across the room to get his bottle and giving it to him. even sliding yourself between his legs to sit on his lap.
he gulps down the water, one hand completely covering it as his lips circle the top. his throat moves in a rhythm as his eyes squeeze shut and you’re not about to lie. you’re horny as fuck.
you think you might be dribbling, when izuku opens his eyes. his pupils widen at your fucked out gaze and only when he pulls the bottle from his lips do you snap out of it.
“are you okay, bun?” he asks, testing you out by rubbing a large hand over your thigh. when you squeeze both thighs together he knows. he can’t help but smile a little that he gets you like this. nobody else.
“do you want to leave early?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, and practically shoving your tits under his chin.
“what do you want to do at home that we can’t do here?” he smiles and your cheeks rise also before he stutters, “u-unless you want me to shower, we can go in the showers. they’re pretty big.”
you shake your head, a hand flat on his chest, “nuh-uh, want you sweaty like this zu.”
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plum-mit · 9 months
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{Your First Night Together}
⚠️ - { 18+ READERS ONLY, THIS IS NFSW } - ⚠️
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Izuku lays under you as you sat on his lap, your hands roaming across his chest and abs. His fingers ran up and down your pussy, teasing your entrance before making his way up to your clit. He did this all through the fabric of your panties, never making contact with your aching hole. You could feel yourself twitch and moan with anticipation every time his pointer pressed down on your clit, slowly making his way back down to your entrance and circling it. Tears lined your waterline as you felt yourself so close to your orgasm.
"Izuku...Oh god, Izuku. I'm gonna cum." You slurred your words but your eyes squeezed shut as Izuku's fingers circling your hole went to your clit and began and fast pace. "Yeah? I'm sorry, sweet girl. I can't you do that until I'm deep inside you." His fingers slowed down but stopped completely as your moans increased. "No. Izuku, please?" Your pussy twitched like crazy from the denied orgasm, pooling slick on his fingers and wetting his boxers.
His other hand traced the lace lining on the hem of her undies. He listed to your sweet moans and deep breaths as you tried to calm your breathing from the high pleasure that was building just moments before. "Here, Baby. Just for you." Izuku pulled his boxers down to his thighs, his hard dick slapping onto his stomach. His strong arms pushed you up slightly, just so his fat cock could slide into your warmth as he held it by his base.
Your legs twitch and a satisfied sigh came from you when the tip of his dick prodded at your entrance before sliding it in all the way into you. You felt so full and split open by his dick. "Just like that. You look so pretty right now." His hand caressed your cheek but he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down to rest your head in the crevice of his neck.
God, this was both of your first times. How is he so good at this?
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{A/N} I'M SO SORRY THAT I DIDN'T WRITE THE ACTUAL POUNDING WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN, THIS IS MY FIRST NFSW WRITING AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO QUITE DO THAT YET. you best believe i will do a new drabble and i will have that. dont worry babes!!!! <3 thank you to everyone who interacts with my blog! :-)
WRITTEN BY: plum-mit.
CHECKED BY: My best friend, who is a Izuku fanatic LMFAO
{thank you marli <3}
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midoriyaas · 2 years
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thinking about sitting in izuku’s lap
- [ ] not even in the sexual way, just….sitting in his lap when he’s talking
- [ ] the way he would get instantly flustered the first time you do it, sputtering out his words that he was having absolutely no issues with right before you got close to him
- [ ] although with time he gets used to it he can’t help but blush at the fact that the person he loves the most in the entire universe wants to be there, with him!!
- [ ] when he sees you he either motions for you to come close or prepares himself for you to sit in his lap 🥹
- [ ] he knows you babes 🫶🏽
- [ ] anywaysssss
- [ ] the sweetest boy ever i love him
- [ ] will occasionally wrap his arms around your waist and caress your sides gently
- [ ] if he’s feeling playful he will tickle you with no warning
- [ ] other times he’ll take your hand in his and caress your thumb with his
- [ ] maybe he’ll place his head on your shoulder and keep talking about what he was talking about before
- [ ] all his friends are unfazed by it by now
- [ ] i love him i need to sit in his lap and play with his hair or kiss his freckles and tell him how much he means to me
- [ ] i’m in agonizing pain why can’t i be with him rn 😭
- [ ] anyways yeah
- [ ] izuku loves having you sitting in his lap bc he loves being super close to his beloved
- [ ] 🫶🏽
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platrom · 1 year
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Long Distance.
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Izuku Midoriya x Reader
WORD COUNT: 1608 words
NOTE: Yes, the continuation of “One Last Time” is being written. This is just an old draft I finished up while writing the second part of it.
This will likely have a second part if you guys want one. Enjoy. :)
TW: Reader is in America for an internship Midoriya is in Japan, mentions of cuts & bruises & broken bones, mention of being heroes, Izuku and the reader are dating since they were in UA, homesickness, mentions of Bakugou, everyone in Class 1A missing the reader, reader sleeping and waking up from slumber, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of worrying over reader, no specified gender for reader
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“I wish you could see yourself like the rest of the world does.”
His tone is so soft, the pitch so low that the quiet affirmation barely reaches your ears. You teeter on the edge of slipping into a peaceful slumber, mind lulled to sleep by Izuku’s familiar and comforting rambling.
It reminds you of the nights you spent as heroes in training cuddled up to each other, talking aimlessly about the futures ahead of you. Both of you had been so buoyant and youthful, filled with life and freedom; it had felt as if you carry the world on your shoulders if you truly desired to.
That energizing passion and life that once burned brighter than the stars above is one you miss.
After you had become a hero and moved away to America for your final internship, it felt like that unfaltering blaze had been blown away, its embers lost in the darkness of midnight. The harsh reality of the world had finally settled— the Earth had chosen you as a subject to its excruciatingly relentless torture.
Everyday, you returned to your tiny apartment with massive splotches of purple and blue decorating your skin, deep and shallow cuts, and even broken bones if a pesky villain had gotten the upper hand against you. The cost of living was rather extreme; especially for such a compact and small apartment in an area where crime rates were fairly high and the smog clouded the once resplendent sapphire sky. The streets were packed with obnoxiously loud cars, rude drivers, nosy neighbors, and creatures that stomped on all greenery planted for the purpose of decoration or environmental reasons. However, the sidewalks were empty; nothing was in walking vicinity. All had to be done through some form of vehicle transportation, whether that be with trains, cars, motorcycles, or bikes.
You miss when you could walk down to your local grocery market to shop for household essentials. You miss the familiarity of Japan, the common sight of children, teens, and adults alike congregated in the wide streets traveling to their home, workplaces, or to the store. You miss the smell of sizzling street food in the air, the aromatic fragrance of decedent meals coaxing you to hand local shops wads of bills to taste the divinity of such meals. You miss walking hand in hand with your friends down the streets of Japan, giggling and chattering about the mundane parts of life and school.
Being homesick is a feeling you never expected to wash over you so gradually; it was one that you predicted to never even occur.
When you first left for America, waving at your family and friends, pure elation and butterflies streamed through your bloodstream, mind high off of adrenaline and the promise of a new land piled with opportunities and refreshing experiences. Not a sliver of doubt could be traced, only determination and naivety.
The things you would do to go back to Japan were unfathomable.
“We all miss you, even Kacchan does. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he always pays attention when your name is mentioned.”
The fuzziness of sleep plaguing your system slowly drains away, the once slowed beating of your heart picking up to a steady thrum. It wasn’t peculiar to hear Midoriya mention your former classmates or family and their welfare. Yet, he always abstained from explaining how they felt about your relocation; instead, he would inform you that they all missed you and couldn’t wait for you to return from America.
But to hear Bakugou specifically had been missing you? That was quite odd.
Throughout the entirety of the years you spent alongside Bakugou, he had never particularly paid attention to you. The minimal interactions between you both stemmed from academic assignments, group sparing sessions, or the basic verbal exchange in the common room for common essentials. You didn’t know him like Kirishima or Midoriya did— nor like the rest of his friend group did.
Alas, it appeared that long-term separation affects a person more than anyone gives it credit for.
“When I watch you on TV, (Name), I can’t help but get worried about whether or not you’ll be okay. It scares me to know I can’t protect you from villains like I could before. The possibility that I have to watch you die in front of my eyes through a screen is one that haunts me.”
Izuku had always been an honest and expressive man to you. He always communicated with you about his concerns, worries, and allowed you to voice yours.
This, however, was something you had never heard.
“I know how hard you are on yourself. I know that you push yourself to point that even when you have nothing left to give, you still find something to give.”
His voice cracks as he pours his heart out to you supposed sleeping self, the ends of his words becoming fainter and fainter in a poor attempt to disguise the likely tears that are forming in his jade eyes. Whenever Izuku cried while talking, a distinct trembling, a change in stability of his tone was audible to the ears. Even after all this time of being apart, you can still recognize his cues.
Though, Izuku had been right. As of late, you had been working yourself down to the bone; whenever you reached that breaking point, you merely ignored the reality and continued to stretch yourself thinner and thinner even when your body screamed against it. You had always been the type to do so, especially in your younger years.
Bad habits die hard.
“And I know as heroes it doesn’t seem like it, but we have a long life to live. Together.”
A shaky intake of breath is heard through the phone. He lets out a broken sigh.
“I love you, (Name). I love you a lot. And I know because of our distance and different time zones, you don’t hear it enough. But it’s true. I really do love you.”
It’s a tired confession, but it holds all the meaning and love that Izuku Midoriya possessed in his entire body for you. A faint warmth blossoms in your face and you clutch at your pillow in anticipation, unsure of what words would fall from his mouth next. The erratic pounding of your heart against your ribcage sends your face deeper into the cushioning of your pillow.
“I . . . ” he rustles on the other side and a few sniffles are heard. “I just can’t wait for you to come home. None of us can. So please come home soon, (Name).”
In your mind, you’re aware Izuku is reaching to close the line connecting you both. But you don’t want that.
Not now, not ever.
“Sleep well, (Name).”
“Izuku?” you call out tentatively.
But you’re too late.
There’s a beep that signals the call has ended and you’re left alone in the darkness with your thoughts.
Did he even hear you?
You wish you knew.
You really, really did.
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emmab3mma · 6 months
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after care - izuku midoriya x gn!reader (flufftober) - day 3 (I KNOW ITS THE 15TH SHUT UP.)
warnings: takes place after smut, reader referred to as 'beautiful', [Y/C] stands for your choice. :) w/c: 217. A/N at end.
Izuku leaned up, kissing your hand. he fears he might’ve gone a little rough on you tonight. 
‘dear, you okay? can you say something.? please?’ he pleaded, slowly getting up, yet still holding your hand. you nod to him, reassuring him that you’re okay. this time, at least. ‘im gonna run a bath, you want white or red?’ he asked, throwing boxers on to go to the kitchen and grab some wine for the two of you.
‘[Y/C], please. love you, izu.’ you smile, watching him go. you hear the bath water start to run as he comes back in and picks you up, gently placing you in the bath. he takes his boxers off and gets in with you. its your favorite water temp, soap, candles, and wine. 
he made sure to throw your towels in one of those towel warmers. he was number one hero, after all. why not have something his beautiful partner would like? you both enjoy eachothers presence before eventually draining the water and rinsing off in the shower. he makes sure that you have lots of water, and that you actually drink it. he will 100% hold you close (if you’re okay with it) the rest of the night.
A/N: im so sorry for my absence in writing. after writing a shit ton of student evals, AND grading quarter finals, AND a few concerts, im somewhat back. however, school starts back up on WEDNESDAY. love my job though.
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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i-izuku getting pent up ‘cause he hasn’t had time to jerk off lately. gets distracted so easily when you come around, barely heard a word you say he’s so deep in thought about taking you on his desk, in the agency showers, on his bed, on his floor. maybe he’s even a little rowdier. a little meaner to his hero partner (katsuki) n’ maybe even you if you push his buttons enough.
it all comes to a head when he gets caught up in some sex pollen explosion and you’re so pushy about helping him. he’s not gonna be nice about it, he can’t be.
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+ warnings: afab!reader, rough!deku, he’s so mean :(, size-kink, some dub-con i think </3
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“open the fuck up,” deku grunts, sweat dripping down his brow— teeth gritted and forming a snarl that not even bakugou could rival. his dick hurts, it fucking aches as if he’s going to cum any second, as if all those weeks of not being able to tug one out between meetings and paperwork is finally going to come to fruition. all thanks to that stupid fucking quirk. “i said,” he repeats, tongue pushing into his cheek at the same time his hips jump forward and thick fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs. “open the fuck up. let me in, sweetheart—“
“‘m tryin’—!” you hiccup, pretty eyes usually so full of admiration now teary and red— and you are, trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down on your sex-crazed boss. you wanted to help but he’s being so mean :( and you can’t tell if it’s the fat and flushed tip of his cock thats making you cry or the menacing way he looks down at you while folding you in half— knees to your shoulders, puffy pussy lips on display all for him. “s’too big!”
“nothings too big, you’ll learn how to take it. you’re good right? then fuuck— take it.” izuku let’s out a feral moan, pushing all his weight down onto you— pushing his leaky tip deeper into your squishy walls with a sigh of relief. almost there, you’re almost all his. he’ll finally get to cum soon. “stop y’cryin,” he slurs over the saliva in his mouth, chest hot and heaving against your own as izuku slings your fleshy thighs over his broad shoulders— spreading that angel cunt over his veiny dick. “please, baby,” deku adds gently...he doesn’t really mean it when he says it, seeing stars every time you sniff and accidentally clamp down like you’re trying to trap him inside. pussy so good izuku feels like he might die before he gets to cream it. “what’re you crying for, honey? if only this pussy—“ he pulls out, slapping the length of his cock against your silky folds as you cream pearly white beads. “cried as much as you did, maybe then you’d be able to fit my cock inside ‘n make me fuckin’ cum.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice but it’s still so mean that it makes your face scrunch up.
slap. slap. slap. “you said you wanted to help, why won’t you open up baby?” it’s almost cruel how he speaks to you, down on you as if you’re nothing but a cocksleeve for his pretty dick to mess up and cum all over.
“izuku! please!” you sniffle, delirious with ecstasy and a fizzy brain to the point where you can’t even think. “‘m tryin’— oh god... i-i really am,” drooling against yourself you try to push your hips up to take him deeper and there’s a satisfying pop as izuku’s cock dives deep into your sweet pussy, brushing up against your sensitive walls until he hits your womb. you both groan deep— bodies hot and sweaty and stuck together while you grind and bump.
the pro hero’s mop of green locks pulls from your neck, a smirk painted across his usually smiling and gentle lips. “there you go angel, in it goes,” deku whispers, taunts you as he pulls his hips back to watch you squirm and claw at him for more— eventually slamming back into you so that you’re nice and full. “maybe this pussy isn’t so pathetic after all.” you jolt up the bed, whole body trembling as you nod your head desperate for more of izuku, desperate to cum.
you did say you would deku help after all— even if that meant helping yourself to some pleasure too.
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yourlovermori · 2 years
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coming down from sex w izuku
he’s always a little bit frazzled after it usually a bit emotional and wanting to be close to you. green locs tickling your chin, head pressed in the crook of your neck, cock sensitive, and body on fire. “mmm baby” he’s whining and you’re moving to press tender kisses on the skin that you can reach. rubbing his back and slowly bringing him back to a more stable state acting as his anchor knowing that he gets whisked away oh so easily.
“did so good for me zu, such a good boy” n he whines shuffling his lower half “love you so much” you tell him, running your fingers through his mop of curls. the words fall so easily from your lips and it’s too much for him, honestly. he’s looking up at you, a bit disheveled eyes glossed, n your marks decorating his skin. “what’s wrong baby, why’re you crying?” you ask, fingers moving to delicately brush away his tears. he’s shaking his head voice soft whispering a, “nothing, i-i just i love you too” n then he’s stuffing his face between the valley of your chest kissing at it ears flushed and muffling a ‘goodnight’ shortly before falling asleep.
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— description: deku has caught you touching yourself several times before. he decides to take matters into his own hands.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— a/n: idk what to say 💀 wrote this in a horny fit tbh. very pwp. we get straight into it. also…deku’s hands…yuh.
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“you like that, pretty angel?” izuku coos as he slowly rubs his fingers in front of your panties, causing delicious friction on your throbbing, wet clit.
you felt your face heat up, as your pants slowly become small and shy moans. he stares directly at his fingers that rub up and down your covered slit, and you can’t help but mush your cheek against his as he picks up the pace, causing you to softly whine his name with pleasure.
“it- i-it feels so- so good, izu-” you whimper as he slowly removes his fingers from the front of your panties. he notices the way your teary eyes stare at him with confusion, and it causes his cock to ache and his cheeks to flush. you were so beautiful, desperately waiting for his touch.
without wanting to make you wait any longer, he gently pulls down your panties, wet with your sticky arousal. the feeling of self-consciousness becomes apparent as he seems to stare directly at your core. the embarrassment didn’t last long, however. instead, he let’s out a slight hum in satisfaction as he brings his hand towards you, directly making contact with your wet pussy that aches for his rough and beautiful fingers to rub at your clit. you let out a sigh in pleasure, spreading your legs a little wider.
“this is how you do it, don’t you, baby? hmm?” izuku asks, green eyes lidded with evidence of arousal. noticing the way you moan for him, especially with the continuous rhythm of his fingers rubbing you up and down.
“this is how you touch yourself at night; don’t you, angel? you rub your sweet little pussy to the thought of me. wishing my fingers were rubbing right at your puffy clit instead. isn’t that right?” your eyes swell up with tears again, as a small noise between a whine and a sob escapes your lips.
“god- f-fuck yes! i always think of you t-touching me instead.”
“tell me, angel, how do think of me touching you??” he kisses your cheek affectionately, watching as you struggle to respond to him without moaning or choking up.
“y-your fingers rubbing my clit while fingering me- ahhh f-fuck. your mouth nghh- fu-fucking eating me out, and your cock i-inside me- izu, izu, please!”
“my naughty girl. i’ll give my baby everything she wants. i’ll rub my fingers right along your tight little hole. i’ll eat you out for hours if you want me to. i’ll fuck you with my cock ‘cause you’re my good girl. isn’t that right, baby?” izuku says breathlessly, as his aching cock begins to rub against the side of your thigh. the feeling makes you hazy.
“izu- zuku, it’s too much- nghhh, p- please, w-wanna cum on your fingers hngg-“ you babble in want, as you feel the arousal throughout your body becoming stronger as deku continuously rubs at your clit whilst thrusting two fingers inside you, curling them up slowly in order to hit your g-spot. once he does, you begin to cry out, thrusting your hips upwards.
deku pants, listening to the noise of his thumb on your clit and his fingers thrusting inside of you. the sight makes his body hot, and it’s almost overwhelming.
he decides it’s time to add a third finger in your tight pussy, and once you feel the stretch of another added finger, you let out a long whine near his ear. your faces are so close to each other, lips almost touching as the warmth radiating from both of your flushed faces makes you clench around his hand. you both can’t help but pant and watch each other’s sexual expressions.
“gonna make you fall apart on my fingers, angel. gonna make this pussy cum so many times you won’t be able to fucking think-“ he feel the way you tighten around him as your pussy dribbles it’s arousal right on his hand, and your swollen clit throbs against his thumb.
you can’t breathe. it’s too much. you didn’t even realize the high levels of pleasure you were experiencing were attainable. and he hasn’t even used his mouth or cock yet.
“-every time you touch yourself after this, you’ll never be able to think about anything else but me. and just wait ‘till you cum, baby. i’m gonna eat this pussy out so good and make you cream all over my cock. gonna give my angel everything she deserves; gonna make my b-baby cum.” he moans, rubbing his thick erection again your thigh a little harder. the feeing of his cock against you, the sound of his small moans as he pants out his most filthiest desires, mixed with his extremely talented fingers finally causes the dam to burst.
“izuku! o-oh f-fuckk” you choke up a gasp, cumming so hard your body begins to shake like a leaf, feeling your juices dribble down your ass as he continues to thrust his fingers inside your entrance at a faster pace. you sob, clinging to izuku for dear life as he continues to ride out your orgasm with his talented hand, softly putting pressure on your g-spot and clit at once.
it was always evident how skillful deku was at using his fingers. you see the way he fights villains, trains his hands in order to handle his quirk. throughout the years, deku only used his hands for rough activity that have caused countless of scars to litter against his skin.
you hope that he realizes how much you love him, and his hands. because despite how rough they may feel, he touches you with nothing but love and care, and it’s enough to bring tears to your eyes.
“that’s my good girl. so sexy, baby. cumming all over my hand like that.” he moans loudly against your ear, as the tightness of your pussy and the feeling of your wet slick all over his fingers almost makes him cum on the spot.
once he rides out your mind blowing orgasm, you watch as he removes his fingers gently. the sudden empty feeling makes you clench around nothing.
with a bit of energy gained back, you sit up and watch as he stares at his cum covered fingers with a dazed expression. what he does next makes your whole body heat up in embarrassment.
but, fuck, it was extremely hot.
he gives you a slight smile as he licks his fingers before putting them in his mouth to suck at every drop your pussy gave him. he moans at the taste, and you notice the way his eyes slightly roll back.
“fuuuck angel, you taste so good! all for me, yeah?” you let out a slight whine at the sight. and before you could think twice, you decide to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss, just to get a taste. he licks your lips, panting from the heated kiss and the way you eagerly try to taste yourself on his tongue.
you continue to kiss him, feeling your body slowly heat up once again. but deku always had that effect on you.
and knowing him like the back of your hand, you were confident that he wasn’t done for the night.
“maybe the next time i touch myself you can stay in the room and watch me” you say softly, as you break away from the kiss. he tries to follow your lips once more but stops as he notices your fingers trailing downwards. small moans escape your swollen lips suddenly as you rub your fingers against your entrance to collect more of your dribbling cum. izuku, in his lust-filled state, opens his mouth, ready to suck on your fingers for more of your taste.
“mmh, that’d be fun-“ he mumbles, giving a few more licks to your fingers. once he’s finished, he places his hand on your inner thigh, a bit too close to your labia.
“we can definitely do that soon, but right now I wanna eat out your pretty wet pussy. after all, we’ve already made a little mess. doesn’t hurt to make a little more.” he grabs at your thighs, yanking you so close to him your body falls backwards and you’re forced to lay down against the mattress once again. he smiles apologetically as he lays on his stomach, in between your thighs. the sudden eagerness makes you giggle.
until you feel his breath hitting your core.
the sudden action causes a pleasurable sigh to escape your lips. you place your hands on top his curly hair that’s slightly disheveled, as he litters kisses all over your pussy lips and directly on your clit, mumbling praises under his breath. he’s obviously ready to continue.
and you’re ready for whatever he has in store for you.
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