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where’s that purring coming from
PLEASE WAIT HOCKEY MIDORIYA WHO ABSOLUTELY WRECKED YOU AND FEELS SO BAD HE LICKS UP AND KISSES EVERYTHING HE’S JUST RUINED FOR ANYONE ELSE AND NOT SO ACCODENTALLY OVER STIMULATE YOU BECAUSE ITS NOT HIS FAULT YOU SOUND SO PRETTY WHINING FOR HIM-
STOP :( hockey au midoriya just trying to clean you up after basically ruining you for hours— you’re sore and a mess and it mostly starts with a way for him to clean his sticky cum from between your thighs…. but then you taste so good, the flavour of your arousal meshing with his he can’t help but groan and nuzzle deeper into your swollen cunt, lapping at your left over juices from between your folds.
it’s not until you start hiccuping and grabbing at deku’s sweaty hair to pull him away that he realises you’re way too sensitive, gasping for breath and whimpering out for him— it does nothing to calm the growing erection between him and the mattress.
“i-izuku, p-please!”
“yeah baby?”
“i think… i think i’m good now, you don’t have to eat me out again,”
please, the look he gives you after he finishes suckling on your clit— green eyes wide and desperate, chin shining with your nectar, it almost kills you. izuku looks like a kicked puppy. “no more?” he asks and you shake your head , but he doesn’t listen. oh no, he worked his ass off to win that game today and if he’s gonna eat you out as his reward; then he god damn will.
GUYHHHH
WHEW
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.
Warnings: Rough sex, rude and horny interns, Izuku’s praise kink.
Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider!
I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it’s been plaguing my mind ever since.
Just imagine:
After a long day at the agency, Izuku just wants to go home and unwind with you. Cuddling as you both lay on the couch, scarred arms wrapped around you as you lay on his chest watching some cheesy rom-com that you’ve seen over a thousand times.
Just as he was about to leave his office to go find you, he heard a few of the younger interns walking down the hallway talking rather loudly.
“She’s a total package. She’s smart, hot, and has a nice rack.”
“And that ass? Who wouldn’t want to grab at it?”
“Not to mention her hero suit, it’s like she’s asking to be fucked.”
“I’d hit that.”
And that’s when he knew. They were talking about you. To be fair, your hero suit did show a little too much skin. More than what Izuku would’ve liked but he understands why. You wanted to look confident in what you wore, not to mention your quirk required having some skin shown.
But the anger and jealousy he felt wasn’t soothed by that. They talked about you as if you were an object to their sick horny fantasy, a piece of cunt to use to get off to. You were his, his fiancée.
—
“F-fu..ck! Izu!”
You moaned out, face smooshed against the pillow as you felt the thick girth of his cock pounding into your already abused pussy from behind, his tip hitting your cervix relentlessly.
“That’s it baby,” he groaned out, his large hand smacking the already red flesh of your bottom that pulled a yelp from you. “Such a good girl for me.”
His body was on top of yours, one arm wrapped around your middle while the other played with your clit. His lips placing gentle kisses against your neck while the touch of the calloused pads of his fingers circled ‘round your needy bud.
“That’s it princess..doing so well for me. No one can fuck this pussy better than I can, right?”
All you could do was give a nod as an answer, your whines and moans being the only sounds you could make at the moment as he pounded into you.
You secretly loved seeing him like this, seeing how the large green haired man could easily turn from the softy he is to a beast in the sheets.
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Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙
HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend
with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)
notes thanks for the request anon !!
you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up
he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.
he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.
IZUKU
"hello? y/n?"
you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.
"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.
"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."
you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"
"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."
"no, it's really okay—"
"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.
"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."
a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.
later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.
"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."
you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.
"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."
you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.
you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."
he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"
you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."
izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."
BAKUGO
"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"
you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.
you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."
you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.
"what was that?"
you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."
he didn't respond.
you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."
he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."
"kat, really—?!"
"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.
you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.
later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.
bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.
you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.
"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."
you pouted, taking a sip of water.
he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."
you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."
"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."
RODY
"y/n?"
"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"
during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.
he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"
"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."
"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"
"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."
rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"
"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."
rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.
the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.
rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.
"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."
your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."
he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."
you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."
he grinned and kissed you.
"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"
he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."
you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."
"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."
© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
the fact you just KNOW. deku has bde (big dick energy)
“remember the first time i fucked you? you couldn’t take all of me, scared you never would. now look at you, pretty little pussy all stretched out for me, taking me so well. i’m so proud of you, baby….”
…as you’re pushing your hips back into his, needy moans begging him to fuck you deeper.
aizawa, kirishima, midoriya, bakugo, kaminari, todoroki, takami, itadori, megumi, gojo
big beefy number one pro hero deku is absolutely smitten with you, his chubby little girlfriend, and yeah you're a little bit of an airhead sometimes but that makes you all the more endearing to him.
prior to meeting you he used to feel embarrassed whenever he'd ramble too long about heroes or quirks. after some time people would drown him out after he started his disjointed babbling, not wanting to listen to him ramble. with you it's different, the first time it happened he went to apologise to you. jirou once told him he should try and apologise if he realised he did it to strangers afterwards- especially now that he's a pro hero.
so he goes to stammer out an apology after realising he spoke to you uninterrupted about all might's golden age for five minutes and you tilt your head and giggle at him. izuku draws in a breath. "why are you apologising deku? i really liked hearing you speak. what about his other ages?"
izuku felt like he was malfunctioning, "what?"
you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling again. who knew pro hero deku is so cute? "like the silver age and the bronze age? are those all the ages or is there like a platinum age too?" izuku grins, you're so interested in what he has to say he can't help it. "wait was is all might's quirk again? he's like strong right? that's his quirk."
izuku pauses for a second before barking out a laugh. you pout and glare at him feigned annoyance. 'she's so adorable and ditzy. i need to speak to her again.'
you constantly praise him, not just for hero work either, and ever single time it makes his entire face red. it doesn't matter that you've been dating for four years now and izuku's brought an engagement ring, he still gets flustered with all the compliments.
people compliment him all the time, it comes with the job, but when you do it it means so much more. " 'zuku you're so brave!" "i don't understand this at all izuku, can you explain it too me? you're the smartest person i know." "you're so pretty." "your hair is so soft." "you're the best hero ever!"
a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead after being manhandled by your boyfriend into the cowgirl position, he loves holding onto your love handles and moving you up and down on his cock, with each bounce your body jiggles. you'll lay in bed with your face buried in his chest as you trace the scars on his arms with your fingertips lightly, "you're so strong izuku." you turn to face him and your chubby cheeks lift as you smile. "i'm so proud of you." his heart skips a beat. he's never loved anyone more than he loves you.
izuku gets possessive of you, he doesn't like people touching you. you're his. before you he never thought he would be jealous or possessive but then you came into his life and he nearly broke the glass of champagne he was holding when he saw todoroki talk to you. he knows todoroki doesn't like you like that, he's liked yaoyorozu since ua but he was too close to you and izuku hated it. his legs moved before he could think, walking up to you both with a forced smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your soft waist, tightly, and kisses your forehead. you smile sweetly at him and lean into his body. izuku brought you home earlier than you thought he would that night, holding onto your thick thigh with one hand while his other hand is on the steering wheel, driving you both home.
his jealous nature was cemented a week after when he saw kaminari talking to you. not just talking to you- flirting with you. if izuku was holding a glass like he was last time he most certainly would of smashed it in anger. you don't even realise what kaminari is doing and izuku knows you don't.
you listen to him talk intently and nod your head, you smile at him and laugh at his jokes. to some people they would think this would be you flirting back but you're not, you're just trying to be nice. kaminari has decided to talk to you and you want to be kind and listen to what he has to say and izuku has really admired that quality about you but right now he wishes you could pick up on the clear signs that kaminari is giving you.
izuku snaps when he sees kaminari look at your cleavage and glance at your body, his eyes lingering on your plush thighs. his voice is strained as he pulls you away from kaminari making some half-arsed, offhanded excuse as he takes you home immediately.
when he saves a small child and he gives them his award winning grin all he can think about afterwards is you. 'who are our kids going to look like? will they have my freckles? or maybe her hair? if they're half as cute as her they'll be the cutest kids ever.' he's already planning their bedrooms and his eyes drift to the baby clothes section at stores.
your boyfriend has the biggest breeding kink known to man and you get reminded of that as he folds your body into a mating press and groans deeply in your ear, "can't wait to see your soft body get softer puppy, promise i'll look after, you won't have to lift a finger." you loudly whine, grabbing hold of his large arms, every thrust causes a loud slapping sound with how wet you are. "you're gonna look so pretty puppy. i'm going to pump you full, make sure you don't spill any for me, just like the good girl you are."
izuku adores you and you feel exactly the same about him.
y’all won’t see the end of me tonight.
*cries in dad bf!pro deku who is both too precious and too depraved for words*
literally 7 minutes before my shift and i’m vibrating in my seat
thinkin abt daddy!izuku, who you never anticipated would be a daddy dom. he hasn’t even told you yet, but you can just tell by the way he talks and treats you. how he takes the lead and “helps” you when you’re perfectly capable. the way he insists on brushing your hair or tying your shoes to “pamper” you. his tone of voice when he speaks to you - not patronizing, but there’s something you can’t put your finger on that almost makes you slip into that familiar headspace. how he constantly holds your hand when you’re out of the house or encourages your needy behavior when you apologize for it. “sweetheart” becomes “sweet pea” and “princess” over time. then one day, he slips up and says, “here little one, let me help you.” your head snaps in his direction and his cheeks are already flooding with color like yours. let’s just say his slip of the tongue lead to a long discussion that ended with you naked in his arms.
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HELLO??🤠
finally getting to ride cowboy! izuku’s cock for the first time, bouncing desperately in his lap while he sits back and watches. the shit-eating grin on his face, those boyish dimples, his sun-kissed skin scattered with freckles… god he’s a sight to see, a sinful one that might have you coming undone without much resistance. he’s filling you up so nicely, worn hands smoothing over your hips as you worked out your thighs for all they were worth. the burn was worth it, getting to hear him praise you with that honey-suckle sweet southern drawl, breathy and wrecked. even though he was smug, he was clearly feeling it too. his chest was heaving, an angelic blush warmed his cheeks.
his emerald eyes seemed to flicker between the bounce of your breasts and the wanton expression plastered on your face. damn, you were pretty. you were taking him like a champ, even when his hips started to buck up to meet yours. your ride felt more like you were trying to last on the back of a bronco, or maybe a bull, your palms slapping down on izu’s chest to steady yourself.
“that’s it sweetness, lookin’ like a pro up there,” he hummed through a clenched jaw, sending a slap to your ass that echoed through the empty hayloft.
“that feel good? you like ridin’ my cock?,” he cooed, and when you didn’t answer he continued, “yeah you do. my little buckle bunny, hm? you’re missin’ somethin’.”
he eased you to a slow grind, tipping his large cowboy hat from his head and placing it upon your own. Warmth settled in your gut, and you were far too debauched to think properly, but you still managed to tip it towards him as he would when he greeted someone.
“Atta’ girl. Go on, show me how you want it.”
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gonna talk about unprotected sex with my favorite greenette before i go to sleep.
izuku thinks you’re so adorable when you beg him to take the condom off, when he’s fucking you so deep you have to stand on your tiptoes. and even though his cockhead is kissing your cervix, you’re teary eyed and begging him to wait, to let up just a second.
he’s kissing your shoulder, batting away the wetness from your eyes with his thumb.
“what’s the matter, honey?”
“izu take it off- i wanna feel you, please.”
he’s chuckling at your desperation, pulling one of your arms backwards, “take it off for me,” is all he says as he slips out of your cunt, and you’re quick to grab at his shaft, running your hand downward to pull at the tip of the rubbery condom. you pull until the stretchy material is pulled too far outward, nice and taut before it starts to roll down izuku’s slicked cock. when he was free from the extra layer, he makes sure to slam right back into you, arching your back the way he likes as you drop the useless rubber to the floor.
you cry out his name over and over, eyes glazing at the feel of the ridges of his cock, bare and hot in your insides. this was what you needed, to feel all of him completely.
“awe, sweet girl, you want me to fill up this little pussy don’t you?”
the ripple going down your spine was enough confirmation.
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RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i’m GENUINELY TWEAKING
💳💥💳
🍬 candy drip !!
syn. izuku can’t believe he finally has you. it’s only fair he spoils you to say thank you.
cw. we fuckin fuckin! reader has a lil happy weight on her. loads of pet names. daddy kink. sir kink. yeah there’s both 🥴. size kink if you REALLY squint. not really mean deku but he’s moreso a little strict. very much dom deku content. fem reader.
note. back to my roots with this one! iykyk! also this was written ambiguously but with black reader in mind.
inspo. candy drip - lucky daye // too deep - dvsn
all those years spent pining after you were worth it.
he remembers them fondly. the nights spent having to watch you deal with your boyfriend who barely even deserved you. that one time you two broke up and he descended on you as fast as acceptably possible. how mad he was when he inevitably fucked things up, chased you right back into your boyfriend’s arms. how lost he felt after you lost contact for years. the joy he felt when you randomly popped up on twitter again and followed him.
and now look at you. look at what izuku’s made of you.
in the few short months that you two were together izuku’s impact was obvious. from the way your body filled out, the way your skin shone and smile beamed brighter every day. he’d do nothing to hide his smiles when you told him you couldn’t fit in your jeans anymore, how dresses would tear at your hips, how skirts couldn’t get over your ass. that’s happy weight, your friends would say, and he’d watch as you roll your eyes and mock them, but he didn’t need to see color on your cheeks to know you were blushing everytime they said it.
izuku thinks he’s obsessed with you. surely love isn’t powerful enough a word. you mention you want something and he’s pushing his wallet in your pockets in seconds. you say you’re having a bad day and suddenly he’s called out of work, his baby’s far too important and there are other heroes around to keep the city safe. you’re hungry and he’s ordering your favorites while you tell him you don’t know what you want to eat. you’re whiny, flustered and frustrated and well, he knows how to deal with that too.
“there she is. there’s my honey girl.” he kisses the nape beneath your ear with a content smile. his large, calloused hand thumbs circles into your pudgy tummy, occasionally massaging the doughy flesh appreciatively. “you can be so needy for daddy’s touch sometimes but never know how to just ask for it.”
it’s not like he could say no. you ask him all the time, zuzu, be a little mean with me. rough me up a little. and he tries, he wants to, but that sweet little voice you call his name in, the way your angel pussy opens and welcomes him, it softens him every time.
how can he be mean to the sweetest girl ever?
“sh-shouldn’t have to.” you mutter, head lolling back to his shoulder. your back arches outwards and he watches your pretty tits shudder with the force of your beating heart. by nature, a curse slips from his rosy lips, saliva accumulating in his mouth.
“yeah?”
how can he be mean? shit. you make it so easy sometimes.
the fingers circling your clit stiffen to tap it. gentle this time, hard enough to just sting and make you gasp, make those pretty eyes pop open. it’s good, means you can watch him grab your face and guide your mouth open. on instinct you even stick your tongue out for him. there’s his good girl.
“shouldn’t have to? sure that’s what you wanna go with?” izuku loves watching your face. his tone switches a little and suddenly your eyes are wide and rounded off. there’s not a thought in your head and he feels your pussy throb beneath his fingers. look at his girl go.
“hm?” he asks, tapping your cheek when you don’t respond. “that’s what you’re going with pretty girl? you know better than that with me.”
he spits directly onto your tongue, smiling when you swallow without instruction. your eyes are glossy, lips swollen and rosy from kissing minutes prior. he raises an eyebrow, chuckling a bit when you still don’t respond. “because you know me, right? daddy doesn’t like when you don’t tell him what you want.”
izuku’s fingers feel good between your folds. they must, from the way your breathing catches as he swipes his index up and down from your clit through your seam. the sound is soft and ever welcomed, gentle, sloppy noises from your pretty cunt sounding sweet in his ear. his cock throbs beneath you, tucked up hard and leaking in his briefs.
“mhm.” you say absentmindedly. he tuts, tapping your pussy a little harsher this time before rubbing four fingered circles into your messy little bud.
“you know better than that.” his voice is firmer. “answer me again. properly this time.”
“yes sir.” your response is immediate. izuku’s heart flutters.
sir. she’s calling him sir today.
“what do you want pretty girl?”
he watches as you struggle, fighting through the clouds of your mind. “to cum.”
“hm.” izuku switches to his index, flicking your clit around, smirking when your legs twitch and kick outwards. “want me to make you cum.”
you nod first, finding your tongue when his pace slows. “yes sir. please sir.”
“with what?” your hips jut forward and you whine in discontent. izuku’s sticky hand slaps firm, fast and hard on your inner thigh. “with what, princess.”
you find your words again. “your cock. please. i need to cum on your cock.”
sinking into your pussy makes izuku delirious. your walls greet him excitedly every time, plush and warm and alive as it opens and tightens and hugs his veiny cock in earnest. he loves it, can’t help but press a kiss on your shoulder blades, big hands holding your hips steady. your shoulders sink into the duvet, arching up that ass nice and high for him until he smacks it in appreciation. to show gratitude, your pussy clamps down around his tip, and you both moan in unison.
“my girl’s got such a good pussy.” izuku’s never able to hold his tongue inside you. he babbles too much, driven near insane, and the less coherent the thought, the harder he’s plowing into you. his balls slap against your clit in mere seconds, your choppy squeals and mewls gassing him to go further. he catches sight of your pretty pink nails digging into the duvet covers and adjusts his stance, rooting one foot onto the bed and driving your hips back to meet his strokes. his cock fits in deeper, his eyes rolling around, tongue lolling and panting out like a dog until he’s whining like one too.
“good girl, good girl, taking all ‘a my cock.” he pants. “pussy’s so fuckin— shit, ‘s so good mama. so fucking good.”
you’re babbling nonsense into the sheets, and the giggle from your boyfriend that reaches your ears makes your eyes cross and cunt clench up so tight it nearly pushes him out. izuku moves his hands to your back and arches you further, raising on his toes to angle down into you and fuck you right in that spot you both like.
he succeeds.
“oh!” you cry out. you gasp and shudder and claw, kicking your feet in vain while his big cock bullies hard into you. “oh, oh izu! there, there! ‘s- so good right there, please!”
“yeah?” the smirk on his face is evident in his voice. he keeps his stance fierce and rigid, sweat dripping from his brow as sounds of your sloppy pussy ring loud in the room. “i know pretty girl, i know. know this pussy well, honey. you’re gonna cum for me?”
“mhm!” you whine through bitten lips, too lost in that quickly building feeling churning deep in the bellows of your tummy. you’re so caught up, too caught up, that when izuku pulls out of you and abruptly gives you a harsh slap on your pussy hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, you gasp and keen in the same breath.
his big hand curls around your neck and pulls you up in moments. you’re blinking rapidly, chest racing, and his hand finds your pussy to slap it again rapidly while his lips find your ear.
“pretty girl, how do you address me?” his voice is low and stern. you clench up, pitifully around nothing, though the feeling of his hot, hard cock against your ass does nothing to sedate you. instinctively you push back into it, but a harsh slap to your inner thigh stills you again as tears build in your waterline. “don’t make me ask you again.”
“yes sir!” you gasp out. he hums appreciatively.
“you wanna cum on my cock right?” another yes sir. “then you’ll behave. good girls get to cum on my cock, princess.”
“yes sir.” your lips are wobbling now. “please, sir, m so close, i just- i just need—“
“this?”
izuku pushes into you steady and mindbreakingly slow. he holds you in place, thumbing around your clit in slow, calculated circles, matching the pace of well aimed strokes knocking deep within your center. he borders on too deep every time but fuck it feels so good.
“yeah, yeah!” you fall slack in his hold but he keeps you upright and steady. “this, sir, yes! thank you, fuck, thank you, thank you—“
“cum on my dick princess. be my good girl and cum for me.”
it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. the way you give yourself to his demands, listen at the drop of a dime like he’s pavloved you. he tells you to cum and you do it. your body runs slack and your walls tighten, then suddenly they fall slack too. his strokes sound squishy and sloppy, creamy cum leaking thick around his dick, coating warm over it in earnest. you cum so much and for so long, until he’s laying you gently on your tummy and angling deep, causing you to tremble and cum again. best of all, the name that falls from your lips as you do so.
“oh, oh! daddy! daddy! thank you, thank you— oh my-“
“that’s it.” he chuckles. “there’s my girl.”
it takes one, two, three strokes before izuku’s groaning deep in his chest. you clench up weakly around him at the sound, and it’s cute. watching your pussy fill until his cum oozes out around him. he strokes as his cock throbs and you tense up, then release again. he’s not surprised he made you squirt. he’s surprised he did it without trying. so much so that it pulls a genuine laugh out of him.
“good girl, good girl.” he kisses on you soothingly. you hiccup, still shaking in aftershock, gasping and whining. “my good girl, always. daddy’s so proud of you princess. did so fucking good for me—“
“fuck me again daddy.” you cut him off, and it catches him so off guard he smiles. your eyes are open and glassy, but the way your pussy tightens around him isn’t to be ignored.
“please.”
he chuckles. such a spoiled little thing he’s got you.
“okay pretty girl. how do you want it?”
look like i’m goin’ for a swim😜
dilf izuku goes w u to get ur nails done n then moans real sweet when u wrap em around his dick :((
“you like ‘em izu?”
that’s what you’d asked. that’s what lead to this. a simple, simple question. did he like it.
if only answering was as simple as that.
he does. he does like it. the soft whites and greens look beautiful on your hands but there’s no way on earth his tongue can form the words in his mind to say while he’s like this. while you’re like this. on your knees in the dressing room of the boutique you stopped at before you got home, one hand dipping beneath your cute skirt and the other wrapped around his fat heady cock.
he can barely think like this.
your pretty lips and sparkly gloss stretch around his mind numbingly fat tip and he’s bracing large palms on the bench, big thighs spreading wider, softened tummy clenching with restraint while he tries not to buck up into your little throat. you look so pleased. happy with the drooling, whimpering, pathetic mess you’ve made of the old man. your lips part and you pull away with a soft pop and a little thread of saliva connects your mouth to his cock still, along with the pools of drool that soak down over your hands and over his heavy balls. he shivers when your wrist flicks upwards and your hand drags to follow, gripping him just right until you near his head and he’s swallowing, eyes nearly rolling around his head as he loses focus.
“you g’na cum for me, izu?”
fuck. if you asked him like that, then he had to.
“uh huh,” he nods, salt, pepper and parsley colored curls bouncing on his forehead. “yeah i am, sweet girl. you want me to?”
“need you to.” you breathe, rolling your fingers around your soft clit. you lean in and press a kiss at his base, then trail up his cock until he’s gritting his teeth and hissing.
“keep-“ he swallows, struggles, juniper eyes falling to watch your own doe eyes bat wetly up at him. great heavens. “keep strokin’ me like that, princess. keep- yeah, yeah, just like that.”
it’s too much. seeing you get off at the sight of him getting off too you, thinking and hearing how that pretty cunt’s all messy and sloppy and wet over him, for him— it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy. his mind stutters and empties and fire lights in his tummy and he’s trying his best to keep quiet because there’s commotion a little ways away from the door and he’ll half level out this whole store if he didn’t get to cum and see the look on your cute face right now.
your eyes flicker to his fat balls as your tongue occasionally laps at his cock. they squeeze, bounce, pull and snap up to his body and you watch with wide eyes as his cock throbs heavy in your hands.
“izu,” your eyes twinkle and he’s got to remind himself he’s a grown man and not a blushing virgin anymore.
“‘m cummin’ princess. you ready? cause— fuck— i’m cummin’.”
it oozes and you coo. you coo at him and somehow it makes him melt even more. he watches helplessly as his own cock gushes all over your hands, over your nails, matching with the green and white ombré and something in him likes that even more because of course it does. his eyes drag to your little hands, the way your wrists move violently, bracelets jiggling against each other as you work yourself to your own high and— oh. his throat tightens when your eyes well and your brows pull together then apart, chest rising and falling with a shatter, tiny squeal creeping out of you as your clit twitches and you squirt all over the dressing room floor. all at the sight of him cumming for you.
he stops caring about anyone overhearing when he reaches down and scoops you up, laying you on the bench so he can return his sweet girl the favor.
the breakfast afterwards was such a ‘mwah, no bars.’ moment like😫
thinkin about how izuku gets home from work sooo late sometimes and he’s just too tired to tend to your needs, he promises he will the next day but at the moment he just needs to rest.
also thinkin about how izuku sleeps completely naked, a thin sheet covering his lower body because he knows you like to use him in his sleep, and he allows this. the first time he wasn’t able to pleasure you after work due to his body being too tired, he gave you permission to ride him if you felt like you needed to.
so now every night that izuku comes home late and unable to keep himself awake to fuck you, you take matters into your own hands and sit yourself down on his cock. every now and then he’ll thrust himself upwards, probably dreamin that he’s fucking you too. but it does get tiring for you too, you’re used to taking it from him !! he’s supposed to fuck you !! he’s supposed to hold you down and fuck his cum into you !!
izuku does make up for it in the mornings though, when he finds his cute little wife laying on his chest with his cock still buried inside you. you’d been so tired from having to do all the work yourself, you couldn’t even gather up the strength to roll off of him !! but he would take care of you, give you all the lovin n fuckin you need that he couldn’t provide for the night before. and he’ll still make you breakfast afterwards <333
cutie patootie
✧.* IZUKU BF HCS PT2✧.*
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Shares his earbuds with you
Gets you “just because” flowers occasionally
Needs a lot of reassurance from you
Would be the first one to say “I love you”
Finds you beautiful in any circumstance you are in , it doesn’t matter if you think you look like garbage, he won’t see that.
Hates getting into arguments with you and always worries they will end in you guys breaking up (even if that won’t ever happen)
He’s your number one supporter and you are his
If he did have social media you would be in every post
Training and exercising with him 100%
Brings you food and any kind of necessities if you are on your period/ or just feeling sick
The first person to know about you two dating is definitely bakugo lmao
Goes to your dorm every night just to kiss you goodnight
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I was gonna post this on Izukus birthday but I might have something else planned for that. I’m also thinking denki or Kirishimas for the next bf HCS..
- Gen
so hun
Dramatic!bf Izuku who huffs and puffs until you give him his mandatory kisses. He, the world's greatest hero who keeps dramatically letting out big sighs and flailing around on the other side of the couch.
"SIGhhhhh..."
You look over at him, taking a mental note of how he's doing the thing again. What did you miss?
"Sigh.... Can't believe the day has come. My girlfriend doesn't like me anymore. Such a shame.."
You let out a snort at that, are you kidding me? Pulling the cards now is he? You decide to play his game.
"Ughhh... Can't BELIEVE my boyfriend won't tell me what I missed in his 10,000 step PDA routine... what a shame! a misery! Feel so ashamed of myself..."
You fake grovel into the couch, feigning being 'miserable' and 'such in despair'. Izuku just puffs out his cheeks at that, a small blush forming.
"You didn't ask me how patrol went.... sigh..."
Fuck, you love this man.
thinking about teacher!izuku pulling you into his empty classroom while everyone’s at lunch rush. you both were originally supposed to create lesson plans for both of your classes, but how could you resist the way he kept looking at your lips?
it doesn’t take long for izuku to push everything off his desk and place you on top of all his paperwork. his scarred veiny hands on your hips, your legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue explores your mouth. you can’t help but trace your hands along his muscles, his suit defining every inch of his torso. the way your hand gently pulls on his hair causes izuku to move his hands up to your waist, pulling you closer to him.
by the time the bell rings, you’ve both regained your breaths preparing for the students to return to their classes. before you’re able to walk out of his classroom, he pulls you by your waist. “i’ll see you later, ’kay love?” he kisses your cheek before opening the door for you. “wait” you fix his tie before heading out, he chuckles not realizing he looked a mess.
“what would i do without you my love?”
i can't stop thinking about timeskip teacher izuku x writer reader
like you're sitting on the couch, huddled over your laptop, biting on your bottom lip, wondering what you should be writing
you hear the front door open and izuku calls out your name before seeing you on the couch
you close your laptop and put it to the side before walking up to your husband
"were you busy writing again?" he would ask
"only to fill up the time until you came back home" you would say sweetly, focusing on the lapels of his suit and straightening them out
he would pull you into a hug and whispers into your ear "i'll help you with writing if you help me finish grading my papers"
you giggle into his shoulder and nod before both of you go over to the kitchen to start making dinner
also both of you would totally have those tiny notebooks that fit in your pocket (with matching tiny pencils ofc!)
yours would be filled with tiny scratches of writing ideas and prompts, while his would be full of interesting quirks about his students ("they could be a cool background character!!")
omfggggg izuku sensei my love aughhhhhhhhhhh
lmk if i should write a full fic of this lolllllll
idk why but i saw some fanart of him and now i’m spiraling
Nsfw below the cut !!
Thinking about Izuku who gets a little bit older and his voice grows a bit deeper. It’s raspy from all that screaming he did growing up. His hands are big and worn with scars and they easily dwarf your dainty little ones. He comes home with so much pent up frustration! The enemy got away and he hardly got to fight!! He still has adrenaline pumping through his veins.. all of that energy has to go somewhere. How can you deny him the outlet he needs?
So he coaxes his darling wife away from making dinner and slides you up on the counter. He fucking devours you. But he’s holding back. He’s trying so hard to be gentle with you.. that is until you blink up at him with your big doe eyes and long wet lashes. You look towards your thighs and your cheeks go red as you beg him to manhandle you.. to treat you like a toy. You bat your lashes at him and tell him you can take it. His girl can take it.
“Please zuku’” you whine.
He absolutely loses it. Hands all over you in an instant. He pries you thighs open and holds them there with his strong grip. His head is between your thighs and he’s eating you out like a man starved.
He’s moaning into your pussy and you know he’s saying the nastiest shit but it’s muffled and you can hardly hear it. Midoriya is so big on praise, he’ll break away just to tell you how good you are for him, how precious.. before he’s back at your cunt, lapping at your folds. He swirls his tongue around your clit, bringing two fingers up to tease your entrance. He slips his thick, calloused digits inside and hits that spongey spot you can never seem to reach on your own. He shudders when your hands find purchase in his hair. It makes him sob into you, the vibrations sending delicious shivers through your body. And when you go over the edge he doesn’t stop.
“One more f’me princess.”
But one turns into five and by the time his drooling cock is lining up with your entrance you’re twitching. But you said you could handle it. His girl CAN handle it, right? he fucks you mercilessly. He’s gripping you for dear life, mumbling things in your ear and cursing out that villain. You paw at his chest because it’s too hot and it’s too much and he’s everywhere. You’re so overstimulated, you can’t help the tears that slide down your cheeks. Izuku notices and laps them up, focusing back in on you and holding your face gently in contrast to the harsh movements of his hips. His eyes bore into yours and you can see his desperation.
“Cum with me baby. Last time. One more for me sweetheart.”
It’s so desperate, all of it is. Your clawing at his back as he fucks you. You can feel yourself approaching your high and you know he’s close too. With a whine you pull his face into your neck and cum hard. The way your plush walls squeeze around him has him reeling. When he finishes inside he collapses beside you.
Suddenly that sweet boy you met in highschool is back with you and he’s cleaning you up and asking if your all right. He runs a bath and feeds you the dinner you made before sliding into the tub with you and taking good care of you. When you flinch as his hands hit something sore he peppers kisses all over your back and shoulders. He asks if that was too much and you lean back into him reassuring him that you enjoyed it.
Izuku won’t go out of his way to manhandle you again.But maybe if you beg again he’ll give in…
[unedited for now]
Izuku keeps cumming prematurely. It's to be expected, really, he was a virgin when you met and he gets worked up easily. You've never held it against him- in fact you find it pretty hot. He always keeps going, though it can be hard for him. Too intense. And embarrassing in his eyes. He's a firm believer in making your partner cum first. So you had to come up with something to help him hold off for a few minutes, for his sake.
That's how you end up on his lap, telling him to talk you through his last homework assignment or his favorite anime. He rambles through equations or plot points in extreme detail while you ride him, asking him questions to keep his focus off of your pussy and on whatever topic he chose. It works pretty well- he doesn't cum within the first fifteen minutes if fucking you, and you think it's hot when he rambles. It's a trait about him that initially attracted you to him in the first place. You love your nerdy little boyfriend and his rambling <3