Ooouuunahnah - ℳ𝓇𝓈.ℳ𝒾𝒹ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓎𝒶

Ayo should I post a pt 2 of Izuku “𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬“ ??👀👀

“𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍？𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄， 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺me~”

The ppl have spoken! And yall asked for a “riding Izuku for the first time” scenario and I have delivered. Minors DNI 🔞

“Lay back.” Izuku’s eyes widen in shock, “huh?”

You’re amused but not surprised by his reaction.

It hasn’t been too long since you and Izuku started incorporating sex into your relationship and things have been pretty vanilla, good but not great.

In the name of helping your shy bf feel more masculine about sex with you you’ve always let him top. That’s grown old very quickly.

So today when the anticipation of sex was in the air and then tension was thick you made the first move. Well you made a new move (because you always make the first move). As suspected, your bf’s heated gaze turned into a flustered one at your change of routine.

You go to reassure him, “I was just thinking that we could try something new.” His green eyes blink at you, “like ..?” You smile at his innocence, “likee me being on top this time.” “Oh.” “Sooo”, this is getting really awkward really fast so before he can stutter a response you’re standing and removing your clothes.

“U-um do you wanna take this to the bed?” He points into the direction of your bedroom and it dawns on you that you were still on the couch when the heated make out session lead to this.

You ponder your decision for a moment, it would be easier to ride him on a bed but… You turn to your bf your top half still clothed. “We’ve never done it on the couch before.”, you say ‘matter of factly’.

Izuku flushes again but you can tell by the lust glazing over his eyes that he’s definitely considering letting you fuck him on the couch. He gazes up at you with the corner of his lips upturned, “Yea, let’s.. try it.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. The rest of your clothes are off and you’re on top of him within a matter of seconds. Izuku chuckles under you at your eagerness, “Maybe let me get my clothes off too?” Fuck, that makes sense.

You smile awkwardly while removing yourself from him so that he can properly undress. “And also I think it’d be easier for you if I were sitting up towards the back instead of laying down, to give you more space too.. do your thing.”

“Yeah thank makes sense.” You beam at his acceptance to trying this with you. So when his clothes are off and he’s man spreading on the couch for you, you again damn near jump his bones; not before admiring his scarred and muscular build of course.

But back to jumping his bones, you go to straddle him and place your hands on his shoulders for support while izukus rough hands find the dip of your hips.

You adjust your hips until you’re positioned over the head of his dick and you begin to sink down onto him. A hum rises in Izuku’s throat as his tip slips into your entrance.

A gasp leaves your lips as you fully sink down on him feeling deliciously full, when you fit the entire length of him in you you stop; adjusting to the new angle of Izuku inside of you.

When you lift your eyes Izuku is already starting at you with an intensity that tells you he’s already liking this change of position very much (he always gave power bottom anyways), you read the silent plea In his eyes for you to stop sitting there and move already.

Maintaining eye contact you begin to raise your hips and slowly sliding back down when you’ve reached the tip of him. You release a breathy sigh at the fullness you feel and the angle of izuku pressing against a spot that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head and the pace of your hips quickening as you chase your release.

Izuku groans and drops his head to your shoulder at the change of pace but kami he loves it. He loves the feel of you working your hips up and down the length for him, using him to get off. Izuku drops his hands from your hips cuz he doesn’t want any of the control, it’s all you. The moans leaving your lips and your face contorting in pleasure.

You’re so fucking beautiful; but he’s going to come quick if he doesn’t take some kind of directive so he oops for gripping your hips and stammering your name.

“Y-y/n fuck- wait 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞-“ , but you don’t want to. You’re perfectly content bouncing away on his dick, but you’re not a monster so you slow up a bit. “Yea izu?”, your response a lot breather than you would’ve like. “S-slow down baby or I’m going to come in you.”

You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face as you lean down to his ear, “I’m on birth control 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, come all you want.” Fuck. Something about the way you say his hero name has his dick jerking inside of you at your consent for him to pump you full of his DNA. Hell he might fuck around and give you One For All.

The image of him dripping out of you as you lift up off of him is the only motivation he needs to take you to 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. You let out a strangled moan as he slams you down on him, effortlessly lifting and fucking you back on dick; somehow the roles have been reversed.

And you’re coming. Hard, like legs shaking toes curling hard. Your shy bf is reduced to a whimpering mess as he fucks up into you spilling his seed into your cunt and it’s the most euphoric feeling he’s ever felt.

“Fuck.” He breaths into your neck, fuck indeed. This is quite literally the best orgasm you and Izuku has ever shared and it shows.

You both sit there for awhile still connected a since of accomplishment lingering in the air for switching in up in the bedroom for the first time, or- well, the couch?

Your lift Izukus hand and look at them entangled up beside you, “That was nice.” Izuku laughs, “More than nice.” “Yeah,” you giggle in agreement, “more than nice.” He kisses your head and then whispers against your hair. “Let’s do it again.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, “Now?” Surely he can’t mean 𝐧𝐨𝐰 with the way your legs are still trembling and your thighs burning from all the work you just put in. Izuku thrust up into you to confirm your suspicions and you choke on your moan. “Izukuu,” you whine, “I’m sore.”

He kisses your pouted lip, “Your legs or your pussy.” You frown at his choice of words, “My legs, well thighs.” He’s kissing the frown off your face and whispering against your lips, “S’okay I’ll do the work this time around.”

And then his arm his snaked around your waist in a tight grip for stability as he’s thrusting his already hard dick into your quivering pussy, his cum is running down your thighs and it dawns on you that while he’s “𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬“ later his tongue will definitely be assaulting your clit. All bc you wanted to ride Izuku for the first time.

This was fun to write hope u enjoyed 😘

“𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍？𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄， 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺me~”

The ppl have spoken! And yall asked for a “riding Izuku for the first time” scenario and I have delivered. Minors DNI 🔞

“Lay back.” Izuku’s eyes widen in shock, “huh?”

You’re amused but not surprised by his reaction.

It hasn’t been too long since you and Izuku started incorporating sex into your relationship and things have been pretty vanilla, good but not great.

In the name of helping your shy bf feel more masculine about sex with you you’ve always let him top. That’s grown old very quickly.

So today when the anticipation of sex was in the air and then tension was thick you made the first move. Well you made a new move (because you always make the first move). As suspected, your bf’s heated gaze turned into a flustered one at your change of routine.

You go to reassure him, “I was just thinking that we could try something new.” His green eyes blink at you, “like ..?” You smile at his innocence, “likee me being on top this time.” “Oh.” “Sooo”, this is getting really awkward really fast so before he can stutter a response you’re standing and removing your clothes.

“U-um do you wanna take this to the bed?” He points into the direction of your bedroom and it dawns on you that you were still on the couch when the heated make out session lead to this.

You ponder your decision for a moment, it would be easier to ride him on a bed but… You turn to your bf your top half still clothed. “We’ve never done it on the couch before.”, you say ‘matter of factly’.

Izuku flushes again but you can tell by the lust glazing over his eyes that he’s definitely considering letting you fuck him on the couch. He gazes up at you with the corner of his lips upturned, “Yea, let’s.. try it.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. The rest of your clothes are off and you’re on top of him within a matter of seconds. Izuku chuckles under you at your eagerness, “Maybe let me get my clothes off too?” Fuck, that makes sense.

You smile awkwardly while removing yourself from him so that he can properly undress. “And also I think it’d be easier for you if I were sitting up towards the back instead of laying down, to give you more space too.. do your thing.”

“Yeah thank makes sense.” You beam at his acceptance to trying this with you. So when his clothes are off and he’s man spreading on the couch for you, you again damn near jump his bones; not before admiring his scarred and muscular build of course.

But back to jumping his bones, you go to straddle him and place your hands on his shoulders for support while izukus rough hands find the dip of your hips.

You adjust your hips until you’re positioned over the head of his dick and you begin to sink down onto him. A hum rises in Izuku’s throat as his tip slips into your entrance.

A gasp leaves your lips as you fully sink down on him feeling deliciously full, when you fit the entire length of him in you you stop; adjusting to the new angle of Izuku inside of you.

When you lift your eyes Izuku is already starting at you with an intensity that tells you he’s already liking this change of position very much (he always gave power bottom anyways), you read the silent plea In his eyes for you to stop sitting there and move already.

Maintaining eye contact you begin to raise your hips and slowly sliding back down when you’ve reached the tip of him. You release a breathy sigh at the fullness you feel and the angle of izuku pressing against a spot that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head and the pace of your hips quickening as you chase your release.

Izuku groans and drops his head to your shoulder at the change of pace but kami he loves it. He loves the feel of you working your hips up and down the length for him, using him to get off. Izuku drops his hands from your hips cuz he doesn’t want any of the control, it’s all you. The moans leaving your lips and your face contorting in pleasure.

You’re so fucking beautiful; but he’s going to come quick if he doesn’t take some kind of directive so he oops for gripping your hips and stammering your name.

“Y-y/n fuck- wait 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞-“ , but you don’t want to. You’re perfectly content bouncing away on his dick, but you’re not a monster so you slow up a bit. “Yea izu?”, your response a lot breather than you would’ve like. “S-slow down baby or I’m going to come in you.”

You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face as you lean down to his ear, “I’m on birth control 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, come all you want.” Fuck. Something about the way you say his hero name has his dick jerking inside of you at your consent for him to pump you full of his DNA. Hell he might fuck around and give you One For All.

The image of him dripping out of you as you lift up off of him is the only motivation he needs to take you to 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. You let out a strangled moan as he slams you down on him, effortlessly lifting and fucking you back on dick; somehow the roles have been reversed.

And you’re coming. Hard, like legs shaking toes curling hard. Your shy bf is reduced to a whimpering mess as he fucks up into you spilling his seed into your cunt and it’s the most euphoric feeling he’s ever felt.

“Fuck.” He breaths into your neck, fuck indeed. This is quite literally the best orgasm you and Izuku has ever shared and it shows.

You both sit there for awhile still connected a since of accomplishment lingering in the air for switching in up in the bedroom for the first time, or- well, the couch?

Your lift Izukus hand and look at them entangled up beside you, “That was nice.” Izuku laughs, “More than nice.” “Yeah,” you giggle in agreement, “more than nice.” He kisses your head and then whispers against your hair. “Let’s do it again.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, “Now?” Surely he can’t mean 𝐧𝐨𝐰 with the way your legs are still trembling and your thighs burning from all the work you just put in. Izuku thrust up into you to confirm your suspicions and you choke on your moan. “Izukuu,” you whine, “I’m sore.”

He kisses your pouted lip, “Your legs or your pussy.” You frown at his choice of words, “My legs, well thighs.” He’s kissing the frown off your face and whispering against your lips, “S’okay I’ll do the work this time around.”

And then his arm his snaked around your waist in a tight grip for stability as he’s thrusting his already hard dick into your quivering pussy, his cum is running down your thighs and it dawns on you that while he’s “𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬“ later his tongue will definitely be assaulting your clit. All bc you wanted to ride Izuku for the first time.

This was fun to write hope u enjoyed 😘

he hates you.

well actually- he doesn't. he loves you. he loves every single bit of you. whether it'd be the sweet laughter coming from your glossy lips. or the heart warming smile that makes his heart melt and his body feel all fuzzy and ecstatic.

but he also hates you. so fucking much. because what right did you have batting those pretty eyelashes at him? the faux innocence gleaming in your eyes. oh how he wishes he could rip that same innocent look right from your pretty little eyes, to turn you into his dirty little whore.

or how you accidentally dropped your phone on the floor at the restaurant. and bent all the way over to pick it up. although to you, that moment lasted for a mere couple of moments, to him though. the sight of your new red pretty panties being revealed to him would play in his mind over and over again.

he couldn't stand you. he hated your guts. not because of your personality. no- he found it endearing on how perfect you were both on the inside and outside. it wasn't how much you talked either, he loved hearing your angelic voice ramble on and on about the most silliest things. but he can't promise he was listening though. he was too busy imaging your voice doing much more than talking.

it was none of the above. it was actually the way you made him feel. now he doesn't mean the times when you'd be the only one to listen to him, the only one who put effort into listening and comforting him about his issues. neither was it the electricity that would shoot through his veins whenever you would give him a simple hug.

he hated how hard you made his cock. simply because he knows he shouldn't.

it pissed him off knowing that no matter what he did, that every night he'd be up late, laying in his messy bed. blinds shut, and door closed and locked. everything was dark in his room and the sound of the fan running filled the empty silence.

except there was no silence. how could there be? because alongside the sound of the fan spinning, there would be the sound of his fist angrily pumping his cock.

his eyes would be shut tightly too, leaning against his headboard as the thoughts of your new red lacy underwear were revealed to him a couple hours ago. was it wrong of him to know they were new? he didn't care right now though.

he didn't care about how morally wrong this all was. he knew he shouldn't be thinking about you in such lewd ways, but then again. it wasn't his fault? no. you knew what you were doing today.

at least that is what he's telling himself right now, as his hand rapidly slides up and down his shaft. the wet sounds now add to noises in his room, his shallow and breathy groans were barely audible too.

he wished it was your sweet slick walls though. he wishes you'd let him plunge into your cunt, to let him have his way with you. but instead it's his rough hands that tease his reddened tip.

gosh you were so so so stupid.

because now you have him thrusting up into his fist. the trembling orgasm approaching him quickly. now his room is loud. a hand over his mouth to muffle the pathetic whiney moans that leave his lips. although the muffling barely had an effect.

thighs trembling uncontrollably and his eyes are shut so tight nothing even feels real anymore. and soon enough it hits him. a loud unholy moan is all there is to be heard as the pacing of his fists come to a stop. his whole body twitches from the sudden rip of pleasure flooding all his senses.

tears even trickle on his waterline and his breathing becomes heavy and unstable. not to mention all the long sticky cream colored ropes then escape from his angry base. they land onto his upper thighs and abdomen. he sits there for a couple moments as he comes down from his high.

now he really wishes you were here.

so you could come clean the mess that you made.

SHIGARAKI, kirishima, IZUKU, gojo, tamaki, denki, chuuya, zenitsu, megumi, choso, REINER, armin, EREN, jean + ur favs

Yall idk how to write about eating pu$$y send help.

We all have our vices; for Izuku Midoriya it’s you.

Enjoy this Izuku x Str!pper reader one shot

Plz excuse grammar and spelling errors I did not spell check

Minors DNI

“I need new friends.” Is all Izuku can think about when the smell of sweat and ass is clouding his senses. His so called ‘friends’ have kidnapped him from his comfortable solitude of self pity and have dragged him to see an ‘exotic’ dancer show. Yea, they brought him to a strip club; to somehow distract him from the fact that the love of his life has dumped him and is probably screwing his junior.

He doesnt blame Ochako, they were both too busy loving their careers more than each other; it couldn’t be helped.

“PLEASE JUST ONE CHEEK!?” A few feet away from him Mineta is practically harassing a dancer whose resemblance to Jessica rabbit is uncanny.

His perverted friend is on his knees, shaky hands clamped in front of him and elephant tears streaming from his face. “I’LL GIVE YOU ALL OF MY MONEY IF YOU JUST SIT ON MY FACEEE.”

Izuku frowns his face up. “What’s that look for?” He turns his attention to the beautiful headache who helped drag him here, Mina.

“I wanna go home.” She rolls her eyes, “You’re a grown man Deku you’re free to come and go wherever you please.” He starts to stand up when Mina practically body slams him back into his seat and crash landing onto his lap.

Izuku exhales but it comes out strained, “Don’t you think Ejirou would be a tad bit upset if he sees his girl sitting on his friends lap?”

She takes a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, “We’re on the outs.” Izuku adjusts himself and leans back (might as well get comfortable since he’s stuck here).

“Ooh I can tell, you tend to do disrespectful shit whenever he pisses you off.” Which is quite often I might add.

She leans into me, swirling her glass of champagne. *sigh* “I went to through his phone.” She says putting the glass to her lips and gulping down half of its contents.

I lean further into my seat, it’s gonna be a long night. “And?” I take the champagne from her and buck the rest and she puts her chin in the hand that was just holding her glass.

“There are girls literally flooding his DM’s and I don’t even wanna talk about his snap chat.” I wince knowing that she’d find a pretty similar situation in my phone.

But in both of our defense, “They’re probably just a bunch of thirsty fans. What makes you think he’s replied to any of them.”

Her glare is deadly, “You both are disgusti- you know what tonight isn’t about me it’s about how my best friend dumped you on your ass and you’re being a whiny baby about it.”

I return her glare, “Oh I’m the whiny one but you’re sitting on my lap bitching about a few thirst traps sent to, and I quote,” (throwing up air quotes to emphasize my point) “your man that’s not your man.”

“You know what you’re hurt so I’m going to let that one slide.” I roll my eyes as she continues. “As I was saying tonight is about you getting laid by a hot stripper and possibly forgetting about your failed attempt at love.”

A mix of pain and annoyance flutters through my chest at the mention of my failure as a boyfriend ..and a man. A solemn expression takes over my face much to Mina’s disdain.

“Stop that.” “Stop what ?” “That face, stop feeling sorry for yourself. I love Ochako to death but she’s not worth loosing yourself over.” I let out a breath, “Well it feels like I’ve already lost myself.” “Well then,” she smiles sinisterly. “Let’s get you a stripper who can help you find it. ”

She jumps up with newfound enthusiasm. “I’m gonna find you the BADDEST bitch of the bunch. And she’s going to be all yours for the night.” She promises, I offer her a small smile then she turns and leaves eager to complete her mission.

She’s gone all but five minutes before she returns jumping up and down with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. “Izuku get up get up I found her.” She pulls on my arms urging me up, I eye her suspiciously

unconvinced, “You found her that quick ?” “YES. She’s so fine if you don’t hit I will.” I laugh at her genuinely amused, “Their job is to dance not fuck.” She waves me off and continues to lead me to the mystery girl, “Yea yea I heard that in a Cardi B song but trust me you’ll want to.

Before I know it I’m sitting down in a led lit room with a pole and stage, soft music playing in the background. “Hi.” She smiles at me, “H-hi.” I clear my throat, she’s beautiful, like drop dead gorgeous. I’m thinking 5’7-8, brown eyes, black volumous coils just above her shoulders, lips full and two toned no less. Fuck, her lips.

And a body that could definitely take away my worries for the night. She tilts her head noticing my staring, I meet her eyes again. “Um what’s your name ?” “S/N” (stage/name) “I mean your real name”, amusement lacing my voice. She leans into me ,“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would yes” my voice dropping to a whisper as she closes in, we lock eyes and just when I think she might come in for a kiss she pulls away and to my surprise straddles me. “None of my clients know my real name” I tense as she moves her hips against me. “Maybe I’m special” my hands land on her hips,

“Not that special”. I’m growing hard, in the span of 15 minutes she had grind on me in ways I didn’t even know someone could. She’s about to sit back down on me when I grab her hips trying to catch a breath. Stopstopstopstopstop, I let out a huff trying to contain myself and she looks at me in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” she asks and I word vomit, “Nothing nothing you’re amazing really but this is really REALLY turning me on and I know you’re just doing your job so I don’t want to make it weird and you feel how you’re affecting me and it creeps you out and makes you uncomfortable and-“ , her beautiful laughter interrupts my rant.

She makes her way to me and straddles my lap, it’s not weird it’s normal happens all the time”, she proceeds to move her hips directly over my erect dick. My voice is strained, “Does it not make you uncomfortable?” “ Sometimes but it’s part of the job.”

In this case tho you were very respectful and honest on your part, I’m not used to that”, she leans in wrapping her arms around my neck voice dropping to a whisper, “kinda turns me on.” My dick jumps at the praise and she must feels it because she picks up her pace quicker than the music.

My hips unconsciously meets hers and she moans softly at the feeling. My hands tighten on her waist, “Sweetheart.. I’m going to cum in my pants if you keep this up.” This time she lifts her hips up a bit to drag herself down harder on me and I shudder at the friction created, she leaning and whispers aginst my lips, “As long as I get off too.”

A smirk spreads across my face, “That can be arranged.” Before I can think to stop myself I press my lips to hers fully swallowing her moans and tasting her on my tounge as she slides hers in my mouth. Then I’m on her neck kissing licking and sucking anywhere I can, anywhere she’ll allow me to all while drinking in her delicious Moans.

She taste so good, how can anyone’s skin taste this good??? “ I just wanna eat you up.” I whisper aginst her skin, she laughs in response but it’s cut off by a moan when hold her tighter and ground her against me.

I can help but feel everything I can, I’m touching her waist her breast her ass, my hands would be in her beautiful hair if they weren’t already occupied. I can practically feel her through my pants with the growing wet spot I already know is there.

Her Rythum is slowing and she’s tugging on my hair and I’m cuming. I’m coming in my fucking pants in a strip club hunching one of the dancers of all things. The music has stopped and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, I’m still squeezing her ass cuz it’s a really nice ass and my hands have become content being there. “Fuck.”

I whisper against her skin “Fuck.” She repeats, I have a feeling she’s never done this with one of her clients before but I think we can both agree that it was one of the most intense orgasms we’ve ever had…with our clothes still on at that. She pulls back first and I lift my head to look at her.

She’s so pretty with her hair ruffled, lips swollen, and her breath uneven.” “That was..” “Amazing” ,I finish for her, she bites her lip at that. I place a kiss against her neck, “Let’s do it again..” She laughs softly, “We’ll see about that, maybe at your next visit?”

I’m getting hard again at the thought of coming back and sharing another mind blowing orgasm. I whisper aginst her lips, “It’s a date.” “Y/N,” “What?” “My name, it’s Y/N.” My chest warms at the confession, “You can call me Deku.” “That’s not your name.” I lean in and tuck a loose curl behind her ear, “I’ll tell you next time.” She rolls her eyes playfully, “It’s a date.”