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Took a second but damn near feral izu I'm here for!!!

Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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♡︎𝐓𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he’s always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a “tits over ass any day” kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

“They’re just so… Squishy… -a-and soft-”

That’s exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You’re proud of your body, the self love that you’d been teaching yourself rearing it’s head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they’re yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He’s just doing it for fun - just because it’s there, really, but that doesn’t explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

“Hey babe, what’s up?…

"I want-… I- I want-.… To fuck them…”

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn’t mean…

“You wanna fuck who, now?”

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

“No, silly… I wanna fuck your tits…”

Huh. Well at least you’re not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what’s brought this on.

In reality, he’s always fantasized about fucking your tits. It’s the very image that gets him off when you’re not there to help him, but he’s finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

“… Alright. I don’t see why not~”

He’s almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you’re stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he’s kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He’s never came so quickly in his life, but you don’t mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

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🥴🥴 but like baku babe getting off on praise alone with the "mommy's good boy"🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

but like mommy kink bakugou and deku 👀

maaaaan I read a mommy kink with Bakugou one shot on ao3 once, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been months.

Like I said before, I STRONGLY felt as though Bakugou was a boob man (before tumblr made me see the light) but I really do feel like Deku is a boob man—and a chubby chaser.

I think Bakugou would have a mommy kink though because of his extensive and complicated relationship with his mom. I love Mitsuki, but it was so fucked up when she said that he “got himself kidnapped” like. ma’am. you too find to be acting like that 😔 so I think he’d go to you for comfort with his kink!! just praising him and being gentle—just the opposite of his mom.

while Deku would have one because of how much he loves and relies on his mom. Points added if you’re chubby and kinda similarly shaped like his mom. Just you being all soft and squishy and pretty!! He loves when you cradle his big ass Pro Hero form and let him suck on your tits while you brush his hair back and coo about how great of a hero he is.

if you couldn’t tell, I really like mommy kinks 🥴

IM SCREAMING!! YOU HAVE ME SCREAMING AT A BUS 🛑!! 🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴😵😍😍😍😍

“#he can make you look prettier if you what i mean JAJSJJDKSSNKSKSKS ” — Oh? Don’t be shy- tell me 👀

— ❧ pretty.

k. bakugo x f!reader

summary: you're the love of his life and the nastiest head he's ever gotten.

wc: 1.6k (it was supposed to be a thirst 🤕)

a/n: @bakugous-sandbag look. what u made me do. are u fr. i never thought i'd write mfckn cum swapping. im on my knees f'you.

cw: PLEASE READ, 18+, facefucking, cum and spit play, cum swapping HELP ME, dacryphilia (m&f), praise, lightly scratching and marking in the form of love bites and hickeys (f->m), no d/s dynamics, open ending 0_o

“That’s it, pretty girl”, he caressed your face, fingers slowly threading your hair, “look at me.”

Eyes trailing up, you noticed how his stomach twitched, sharp abs contracting and relaxing involuntarily; you liked the effect you had on him. You hummed in satisfaction, making him groan and body become stiff for a second before his fingers grabbed your hair a bit tighter. Continuing to study every crevice of his muscle and every bead of sweat he shed, you saw how his chest heaved heavily, deep breaths turning into short ones, getting stuck in his throat and becoming ragged. His nipples were swollen and hot pink, thanks to your earlier ministrations.

But, definitely, the best part, was his face. From the chest up, he was completely flushed; hot and dusted red, neck tense and veins prominent, you could see his pulse from down on your knees. His chin was scrunched because of his slightly pouty lip that turned into a snarl every time you swiped your searing tongue on the underside of his cock. His face was completely blushed and covered in a thin film of sweat, beads rolling from his forehead, down his cheekbones, down his neck. His teary eyes mirrored your own, glassy and shiny, looking up whenever he was overwhelmed by your predatory gaze; he felt examined and preyed upon by your hungry demeanor—it sent him reeling, brain frying up and rendered useless, he fucking loved you and whatever the hell you did to him.

“That’s it”, he choked on his own words, tongue scrambling to find coherence. Blonde eyebrows furrowed up, and he lightly tugged your hair to pull you off his cock, nasty strings of saliva still hanging between the two.

“Lemme”—he took a deep breath, sitting up straighter—“Let me fuck your face, pretty,” he said, almost out of breath. You took the chance to stroke his sloppy dick, thumbing his leaking tip, causing him to hiss. “Please, just- just let me do it” he breathed while stroking your hair, “I want to so bad, I want you so bad.”

You swore you could see pink hearts forming in his red eyes; little did you know that you looked the same. Tearstained, hot and bothered, leaking pussy left unattended since you whole focus was on making him the most debauched as possible. You stroked his cock faster, and an honest to God whimper was heard from tight closed lips.

“M’kay,”—you bit his left thigh, thick muscle getting sucked and caressed by your tongue, heavy cock twitching in your hands, a deep purple hickey left on his pale skin—“but first, tell me, where do you wanna cum?”

You lowered yourself a bit, tongue poking out and licking up his taint, balls, base to tip, taking your sweet time. He shuddered, a million possibilities rushing through his mind: what if he covers your pretty face in his cum? Or maybe on your chest? Maybe he could lick it off later. Or in your mouth? So you can show him how you took it like a good girl.

“In your mouth,”–he grabs your hair and tugs on it—please?”, he said, eyes turning into slits, the feral flame in his gaze igniting. A grin grew on your face, tongue licking a prominent vein on the side of his cock, “You’re being so nice,” you rested your head on his right thigh, looking up at him with faux innocence; said act being dissipated by the way you were eating him up with your glistening eyes, “go ahead.”

He grabbed your head with both of his hands, calloused thumbs caressing your temples. He grabbed his dick, tapping the tip on your mouth and smearing precum all over your lips. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting him rub his dick all over the muscle. “Remember to tap me if it’s too much, ‘kay?” he said, looking lost and immersed in the way your face expelled beauty just by looking up at him. “Yes,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him.

Your hands were placed on his thighs as he slowly eased himself into your mouth, humming and making wave-like movements with your tongue, causing a loud groan to escape from his lungs. It was getting harder to breathe, your nails digging into his muscled flesh, teary eyes closing and shiny, hot tears falling down your cheeks. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, humming constantly to keep yourself from gagging. That was until his hips snapped forward and made you deepthroat him, nose buried in his saliva-slick pubes. He started to fuck your mouth, throat contracting and tightening up on his dick every time he made you take him all the way in, his balls slapping against your chin with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, chanting your name over and over again, relishing in the electric pleasure of using your mouth as his disposal. He felt your hand leave his thigh, and he opened one eye to see what you were up to. Your hand trailed down your stomach, rubbing your clit through your panties and slowly pushing them aside, “look at you,” he panted, almost out of breath, thrusts never faltering, “you fuckin’ like this, huh? ‘F’course y’do,” you moaned around his cock, his eyes screwing shut at the feeling of the vibrations on his dick. “Stretch yourself f’me, y’gonna need it.”

You were drenched through and through; your fingers were coated with your slick and it was hard to draw tight circles on your clit, all the wetness causing your fingers to slip all over your cunt. His words and sounds had your pussy throbbing, clenching, needing some kind of relief. But you knew better—the more you waited the better it’ll feel.

Opening his eyes and tilting your head up, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth the moment he locked eyes with you. The sight of your pretty face completely ruined by him, fat tears running down your face, spit trickling down your mouth to your chin and down his balls. It was pure debauchery, the way you struggled to look up at him, one eye more closed than the other. He pulled you off his cock, giving you a chance to cough and breathe. “Don’t swallow, stick that pretty tongue out and show me first,” he said while fisting his cock in front of your face. He grabbed your head once again, and with no hesitation, you took him all the way and swallowed, making him squirm. “Y’r gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, fuck-!”, he growled while resuming his pace once again, causing new tears to fall down your face and fresh slick to gush out of you pussy. His own eyes burned with tears, completely overwhelmed by you.

His cock started throbbing sporadically, a telltale sign that he was very very close. You retrieved your hand from your cunt and placed both of them on his lower back, scratching him and leaving red marks all over his fair skin.

With that final push of you gagging around him and humming, and the slight pain from your nails that melted into pleasure, he came down your throat, “Fuckin’ take it” he growled, his pace not stopping even though hot cum was filling your mouth, “that’s it, fuckin—” and with one final thrust, he stayed still, “take it.”

He was panting, a few stray tears running down his face, his body relaxed against the couch. You rose up and climbed over his sweaty body, stopping once you were a few inches below him. Opening your mouth, you showed him the mess he made, sticking your tongue out and letting his cum drip all over his chest and abs. He looked at you speechless, his right hand grabbing your chin and pushing a thumb in your mouth, smearing his cum all over your tongue and lips.

You grabbed his face and reached for a kiss; a nasty, sloppy kiss, sticky sounds filling the room. He groaned at the taste of his own cum, feeling the mixture of his cum and your spit flood his mouth; his chest and your tits rubbing against each other and making a bigger mess of the cum left there. You pulled back and looked at him in his glassy vermillion eyes, and swallowed. He saw as your throat bobbed, a sick smile adorning your pretty face. Sticking your tongue out, you reckoned him to do the same, “your turn.”

He was so incredibly flustered, taken aback by the boldness of your actions, and with wide eyes boring into yours, he did the same; showing you his tongue once he swallowed.

Stroking his cheek, you kissed him softly, chuckling a bit when he followed your lips when you moved back.

“I told you I could make ya’ look prettier,” he said while wiping the tears off your face and grabbing a handful of your ass with the other.

You scoffed softly, his usual cockiness amusing you. “I think it’s my turn to make you look prettier, don’t ya think?”

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This is the most sweetest I g thing I've read and imma reblog the thing till everyone knows this message

Shout out to...

The fat girls of color. The fat girls with facial hair and extra hair every where. The fat girls with pcos. The fat girls who can’t afford all of the expensive plus size clothes. The fat girls who can’t afford makeup. The fat girls who don’t have smooth skin. The fat girls with keratosis pilaris. The fat girls with uneven skin tones. The fat girls with acanthosis nigricans. The fat girls who don’t have an hour glass figure.

Shout to all the fat babes that are still on this crazy journey towards self love.

2015 had some changes, but I hope things just get better in 2016. We all need some more representation. Let’s get it.

"Good boy denki!" It's so cute!!!!!

DENKI FUCKING himself on a suction cup dildo while he video chats you cause you haven't pegged him in a while and he wants to show you he's a good boy and will take your STRAP properly if you just come over.

@cupcake-rogue

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LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!!☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"