Your Hinata>>>

i nEED more izu content and you are the best of the best so i needed to come to you

personally, the thing that i think gets over looked about midoriya is that

1: he’s strong as fuck??? (gets me so weak in the knees heaven knows)

2: BLACK. WHIP.

jesus christ he’s just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think he’s so neat i want him to do things to me

anyways, smutfic about him coming home to reader after she’s been a brat to him all day & him being such a sweet & loving dom but also that type of menacing & powerful hero he is. he loves his s/o to no end, but will not hesitate to put her in her place!!! wow my stomach turns just thinking about it

basically, brat tamer izuku, using blackwhip. i’m so down bad for him it hurts

I remember getting this ask and salivating at it, yet I had no idea how to write and interpret it into a full blown post instead of just a thirst and I just didn’t feel like posting (I meant it when I said I’m barley consistent). SOOO in April 1, no, this isn’t an april fools joke!! I bring you, angry izuku ..

Warning(s): vulgar wording (yk how we do), restraints, mean izuku/passive aggressive, manhandling, inappropriate use of black whip, brat taming, slight intimidation if you squint, Fem reader. Halfway proofread…😒

‘Patient and Gentle’

Izuku had been so sweet to you all day, so caring and soft and understanding- he always had been, so it’s just to say he’s being himself as per usual. But, you. You.

Just so snide today, snappy little thing.

What did he do? He doesn’t know- he doesn’t care to know, he won’t listen to you if you try to explain, well- he will; just won’t let it linger. He’s past that.

You’re past that.

He sighed as he walked into the room, the door shutting softly behind him despite the off energy he had around him.

He doesn’t move from his spot, his hand still resting against the door as his head peers behind him. To you. He just gazes for a while, only a while before- clip! Another snappy remark, it was just ‘clip, clip, clip’ with you today, that’s all he could portray it as.

Something like a… like a-

“oh, that’s weird.”

Or a short ‘clip!’ Of a

“whatever.” In a certain tone a- cadence, if you will.

Why were you speaking this specific way to him. And why was it pissing him off so.. damn.. much…?

He still looking at you, yet at some point he’s turned around a tuned out whatever snide remark you’re sure to have made by now. His eyes keep traversing from one point to another, each point having something to do with you.

A short question of; ‘is there a problem?’

Is there?

“I don’t know.” A shrug from you. And a back fucking turned.

It makes his blood simmer to an 8 on a stove.

His footsteps are light yet foreboding as they advanced toward you, to you standing so.. he can’t even find the words, how does one stand in indifference? That must be it.

He’s in your personal space now, he’s smiling so sweetly at you; the way he always had, so patient and gentle. Yet his words are cracked with the tone, clashing with the way they dance out of his lips.

“Is there a problem..?” Is there? He needs to know, he had asked you a question, he wanted an answer. He didn’t ask for an ‘I don’t know.’ He asked for an explanation. Did you not understand that?- or, were you being a dumb whore on purpose?

You shook your head, not meeting his eyes. There was no problem. so, what the hell is your deal today?

“Speak up, baby..”

“No..”

you shook you head again. It was mumbled out, maybe due to his body smothering yours, but at least it was in words.

“Then what’s wrong, baby? Yr’ you acting like that.. hm?”

He whispered to you, talking you down as if you were a kid experiencing anger for the first time. His faux sad expression was beginning to make you feel silly. Good. That’s was good.

You look away- or you try to, yet his face follows yours, not letting you escape his eyes.

“Don’t- no, you don’t do that. You look at me. ‘K..? I don’t like that.”

He really didn’t. And you knew that. He looked a little disappointed too, shame. What a shame, yet you were shameless.

He sighed, a click of his teeth as he let silence permeate the room.

A cold solid-? A chilly.. rope.. it slid around your neck, slowly and purposefully. It’s grip tightening with no intent to let go. There was a tug on it, forcing you the look up at him.

Black whip. He activated it and was using it as a leash, he thought it was fitting. Act like a bitch, get treated like one. ‘S only fair.

“Izu’s a little mad okay..? And he’s sorry… but- he needs to teach his girl… m’kay..?”

You stood in place, slightly defiant, yet not outright. So he tugged. Hard. And you stumbled out of place.

“C’mon.. T’ the bed.. s’right there..” a slow step forward, then the rest followed suit, she was hoping for a smooth walk over to the bed, but she was pushed so meanly by him.

He didn’t say anything as he bullied her with such a sweet face. Always so patient and gentle. Even when he’s not.

He rolled the black whip in his hands, his quirk tightening around him as he tugged your neck back, getting on top of you. He had pushed you onto your tummy. He even got down low next to your ear to taunt you like a bully.

“Izu has to do this okay..? Keep his girl good. ‘Zuku doesn’t like disobeying whores. He doesn’t like mean girls.”

Being so mean to him all day. Whore. How dare you. But don’t worry, he loves you so much, he’s willing to teach you himself- just how he likes his girls.

He reached around under your hips and undid your button. And a ‘ziiiip!’ Oh, it was foreboding. Your body was heating up, it was like an oven with no limit.

Your pants were being pushed down, and you keened. A whine at being exposed to casually as he shushed you.

“Shhh.. shh, lemme take it off.. all of it.”

Your pants couldn’t hit the floor before his hands were always working off your shirt, as he let black whip go for a while to get it off.

Yet his hands were right back on it. Harsher, no bra. truly a whore.

He filled his palm with your breast, the soft supple flesh making him groan, a grind of his hips into your ass. He was going to fucking ruin you for this.

His breathing was hot and heavy against your neck, making goosebumps rise and quicker across your skin.

His hands began snaking again, from your breast, to your tummy, your hips, the inside of your panties. Your pussy. So, so.. wet already.

And then he was dragging them down your laps and kicking them away. His finger just playing with your pussy for a while, two finger sliding down the crevices, a palm cupping it whole and rubbing, and a single finger on your clit. Slowly rubbing and pinching, tapping.

His lips kissing your neck so sweetly. So patient and gentle.. a suck across your skin. And moan and a whine, it only made him harder.

He stops his playing- his rubbing and you whine again, disappointed, and it makes him smile a little more sweetly, or cruelly, he can’t tell himself at this point, he just knows he loves watching that sweet face of yours contort.

Black while fluctuates and another tendril seeps out and bind your arms, forcing them to your back. Your pussy drips at the strain in your shoulders.

He hadn’t taken anything off yet, and he didn’t plan too! He didn’t need to. He undid his belt, slowly. Letting the ‘clink!’ And the ‘dink!’ Of the metal fill your ears. Letting you anticipate.

His bulge is almost painful, the strain of it is almost good, yet it still annoys him- having it be let free was heavenly.. his green was deep yet still so sweet, a whine in his voice that never quite went away even as it deepened with age..

His cock bobbed up and as it fell back down, heavy under its own weight, the tip tapped your ass, leaving it to ripple. The sight made him keen yet it dipped into a moan as his own hand wrapped around his aching dick. It drooled precum.

Black whip flickered as his mind was muddled with pleasure, yet his control of it was impressive despite the situation. He wasn’t number one for nothing.

“He’s gonna teach you.. ‘kay..? Fuck… look so good baby… if you weren’t such a mean slut today-.. I’d be a little gentle..”

the way he spoke was as if he ran a marathon, and his voice always had the undertones of a whine.

He pushed his hand to his shirt, as if the action took everything in him- and began to unbutton it in a hurry, he felt stuffy in the article of clothing and he needed it off- or atleast open.

He tightened black whip, wrapping his hand in it further to force you into an arch, stroking his cock and lining it up with your pussy, cunt dripping with arousal.

The tip tapped against the entrance, then it pushed in, and in, and stretched, each inch was fucking delicious. Your eyes rolled and you bit your lip, and he heard it- he didn’t like it, if that angry tug of black whip was anything to go by.

He couldn’t help but slam the rest of it in, making you yelp. His grunts are uncontrollable and he doesn’t care. he whines behind you as his tip just leaks and leaks inside of you, yet he hadn’t cum yet.

Just made it more slippery and the sounds -god, the sounds- the sloppy and wet sounds of his cock driving into you cunt wasn’t drowned out by your combined moans.

He kept it tugged in your little leash as he keeps thrusting, his voice raw with pleasure and still a bit of irritation.

You still had upset him earlier, he had every right to take it out on you. You’re his girl.

He hips sped up, this thrusts got harder and your legs would have given out if his hips weren’t keeping you in place. Fucking his anger into you, and yours out of you.

He pulled your leash up and forced you to your feet, your back flush against his chest as she kept fucking you, going and going and fucking going, you couldn’t barley think- let alone stand. Fucking you like a rag doll was all he planned on doing.

His hand went to your front, and began to play with your clit, rolling it under his finger, making you dizzy, you moans increasing and you felt yourself tremble. You were about to cum, he knew it.

You always came first, that wouldn’t change, even if you were mean, and he was angry, he was going to take care of his girl, let her cum all she wants.

And you did, you came around him and squeezed his cock like it was a lifeline. Her pussy fluttering around him.

But he wouldn’t stop until he was finished too. Your body was pushed back onto the bed, the black whip disintegrating as he took his own hands and used them to restrain you instead. He pushed his hips deep into yours in slow yet aggressive thrusts. He was going to cum, fill you, he was going to teach you just what your place was and to never forget it.

“Fuck..! Fuck!”

And two deep thrusts was all he had left before he burst with thick ropes of cum into your pussy. Your tummy being filled with warmth and your eyes tilting into your head as they closed in exhaustion.

He stilled and let him empty itself before smiling so sweetly at you.

“Does my baby feel better..?”

He asked, just as sweetly as he always has. Maybe you’d learn something this time around.

“M..hm.”

He mumbled into your ear as he settled his chest against your back;

“Good.. don’t forget what ‘Zuku taught you today.. ‘Kay..?”

So patient and gentle.

(Don’t copy my stuff pookie, bitches with juicy pussy DONT copy works.. but you can still reblog… daddy appreciates those.)

warm-hug hugs

Captain yamaguchi has it rough..

Haikyuu!! The Dumpster Battle ~ Hinata Shouyou

The template forcibly told me to make it sakuastu so I did😔😔

Chapter 27 - My weird boyfriend’s friends are even weirder.

Summary: Y/N meets Izuku’s old classmates. It goes just as expected.

Warnings: Alcohol, swear words, Mineta

First Chapter Master List Potato support

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New group chat: nipples!

Kaminari: Our meeting point is at the artificial beach resort in the centre of the city! Bring your swimsuits!

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou changed the name of the group chat: stupid extras meet up

Bakugou: Deku can’t swim right now you idiot

Kirishima changed the name of the group chat: Class A meetup!

Kaminari: No need to swim, we are just going to have a meal in the restaurant by the “sea”!

Iida: With all due respect, why do we need a fake beach when we have real ones?

Yao Momo: That’s a great question, Iida-kun!

Mineta: Easy answer; why the hell not?!

Bakugou: Who the fuck invited this perverted nutcase?!

Mineta: Well, thank you for your warm welcome, I’ve changed a lot since high school, you know. I am in a long-term relationship!

Bakugou: with your hand?

Kaminari: I’m crying lol

Sero: Good one, Blasty!

Todoroki: Why would he date his own hand?

Kaminari: Stop, I’m suffocating

Shinsou: Please, keep going

…. Deku is typing…

Kaminari: Mean!!!!

Shouji: Hello, I’m really happy to see you guys again! Kouda is coming too he’s just too shy to type into the chat!

Aoyama: I’m bringing cheese! 🧀 I can’t wait to see Deku’s nipples twinkling! ✨

Deku: Uhm… okay, yeah, I’ll make sure… to keep twinkling?

Kaminari: Also! Deku’s girlfriend is coming too!

Ashido: Duh! Wouldn’t be a real party without her!

Bakugou added Camie into the group chat

Camie: Midobabe, you're like, totally the sickest, no cap, 100% vibes, fr fr! Bruh, I’m like so pumped to link up with y’all, it’s gonna be litttttt!

Todoroki: I wasn’t about to wear a cap so that’s fine with me! I’m not sure about linking myself together with everyone, seems a little bit personal? And what is lit? Are we making a campfire?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: I’ll translate. Deku, you are super cool. I’m happy to see you guys, it’s gonna be awesome.

Camie: That’s the vibe! You’re my guy!

Bakugou: See you at the spot, bro!

Camie: Yeah, bro!

Kaminari: what the actual fuck, Bakugou?!

Eijirou: Katsuki is so talented, isn’t he? He can even speak this language!

Bakugou: I’ve told you already, it’s not a language, it’s slang!

Eijirou: No way that sorcery is in my mother tongue.

Todoroki: I’m interested in learning her way of speech. It’s fascinating!

Yaomomo: Please, don’t.

Camie: I’ll hit you with the knowledge, for real!

Todoroki: Much obliged! I remember some bits from the time we hung out! So… I'm so ready to level up, fam! Why do you hate caps, though?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: Okay, shut the fuck up, all of you, Deku has been trying to type for an hour.

Deku: Uhm… I’m on my way with Sweets! See you guys there!

~•🥦•~

“The man of the hour!” Kaminari yells out loud as you two come through a back door that’s decorated with a massive “reserved for private event!” sign.

“Yo, you're lookin' fire AF, like literally melting the whole place down." Camie, who was sprawled out on both Eijirou’s and Katsuki’s lap just a second ago (???!) jumps up into a sitting position. She scans you with her eyes, then smiles at you approvingly. “Your girl’s looking straight up slaying, like mad fine!"

“Uhm, thank you?” You’ve been with this group for 5 seconds and your whole face is already on fire. Great start.

“Ahh, let me introduce myself.” A massive guy with several arms and eyes on his body stands up and comes closer with a smaller person in tow.

“I am Shouji. This is my friend and old classmate Koda.”

“Hi.” He mumbles, as he stares at the floor; it looks like some kind of glass tile filled with actual sand. It’s quite cool.

“I’m so glad to meet you two! You’ve done so much for the society! I remember seeing a a few posters of you two around town! You’ve had some amazing projects!”

“Ahh, thank you.” Shouji speaks up for them both, then they go back to their place.

“Heyyy, what’s up?” Camie clings to your arms just as you sit down. “I’m Camie, your favorite blonde with all the vibes. Catch me vibin’ and keepin' it real!"

“Hello, nice to meet you too!” You mutter back.

Then you spot him; the man of your nightmares… Grape Juice.

“Lucky you are Izuku’s babe, I would snatch you in a heartbeat.”

You don’t need to react. Izuku does it for you.

Mineta gets thrown into the artificial ocean with the help of black whip.

“I did not want to do that. I’m so sorry, Mineta!” Izuku yells after the poor guy floating on the top of the water. No one really cares enough to get him out of there.

“Me and who?” Camie adds with a sigh.

“Good, now he can cool the fuck down.” Katsuki mutters as finally the group concentrates on Izuku, the reason of this sudden meet up.

“Oh, you’ll definitely be invited for a photoshoot with Vogue in the next few weeks. Hell damn, my face is melting off just from looking at you.” Mina adds with a proud little smile. “It’s so good to see you alive and well, Izuku.”

The mood shifts and the background chatter dies. It’s such a quick change, but somehow no one looks flustered by it; these people have been through a fucking war and they also fight for their lives every day hence they are capable to adapt extremely quickly to new situation. Honestly, it’s a little bit sad but you also feel so much respect for these people who can just roll with the punches and change up their whole plan in a matter of a milisecond if it’s needed.

This makes you remember one of the most eerie interviews you’ve ever seen; the one with Hawks, right after the war.

“We were nothing but war machines before the big war. Now we are broken pieces trying to find our way back to normalcy. I’ve served this country since I was a kid. It’s time for me to live out the childhood I’ve missed out on. Life is too short. Way too short. I don’t want to live my whole life wondering about the what ifs.“

That interview lived rent free in your head for months. Maybe it still lives in your head right now, maybe his quiet words were the reason why you jumped into the unknown when Kyoka told you about this flatmate deal; because life is too short to wonder about the what ifs. Sometimes, you need to be a kid to be able to cope as an adult.

“It has been… so long. Too long.” Ochako looks at Izuku like she’d seen a ghost, probably going through those memories she suppressed since the accident.

~•🥦•~

The day of “the fall”

Ochako was in another district when Izuku was defeated. She’ll forever hate herself for asking for a different district around that time; she was fed up with doing the same thing over and over again so she decided to move out of the main city for a few weeks to clear her mind.

Being a hero… comes with a lot of responsibility; and sometimes, humans crumble under that weight, even if they are not in the top three.

She still remembers the cries; the common folk in the small city staring at their phones or at the TV screens in the electric shops, crying, screaming, begging their god to let the young man live another day, another hour or even another minute.

Ochako should have been there. Fuck, she would have been there if she’s not on the other side of Japan. She could have stopped the rumble from suffocating his friend, hell, she could have stopped the villains before they got to their number one!

She’ll never tell Izuku about this. She’ll never tell Izuku how those few hours were the darkest few hours of her life. She’ll never tell Izuku she was ready to go after him and take him back to the land of living if needed. She’ll never tell Izuku any of that, because Izuku would cry for her, apologize to her for causing trouble instead of realizing how much his sole existence meant to her and to everyone else who lives in this country. Izuku will never truly understand his own worth, but that’s kind of what’s so precious about him.

Ochako went home with the first train. No one asked her questions because it was all on her face; the pain, the guilt, the desperation, the need to help, to redeem herself by taking as much weight as she can from Katsuki and Eijirou’s shoulders. When she arrived at Izuku’s agency, she was met with a bunch of tear streaked faces; staff, other heroes and most and foremost, the whole of class A.

“For Izuku.” Iida’s voice was stern as he shouted out to the group.

“For Izuku!” They all shouted back, in unision.

Ochako joined.

~•🥦•~

“Yeah, it still doesn’t feel real, you know. I thought I’m a goner. I thought I’ll never be able to save people again.” Izuku confesses. “When I was struck down, all I could think of was you guys, though. And Sweets. And my mum. All Might. All I could think about was my friends and my family, how much pain I just inflicted on them, how hard it will be for them to move on. But also, it made me realize how loved I am. How many friends I have. How… I am not the old “Deku” anymore. My name comes with a responsibility now. I am not just a flick of dust on my mother’s shelf. So I fought with Death itself. I fought and I won. It took me a while to find my old self again, but… here I am. Thank you, guys.”

“You know, I was never really worried for you.” Todoroki adds with a smile on his face. “You are Deku. There is nothing you can’t do. The same goes for Katsuki. You two are my symbols of peace and victory.”

“Amen!” Camie takes a big sip of her wine. “That’s my dude!”

“Sorry, Camie, I’m in a serious relationship with Yaomomo.”

“It’s just a phrase, dude, take a chill pill!”

“I don’t need a pill to get chill.” Todoroki shows his half frozen arm to make sure the blonde girl understands. Camie rolls down to the floor, laughing.

“Ahh, I can’t with all the lolz! You’re mad hilarious!”

Izuku takes a big sip of the alcoholic beverage he just got from Kaminari. Maybe that will help him decide if he wants to cry or laugh right now.

~•🥦•~

“Denki, you are awfully silent today.” You nudge the blond with your legs.

“It’s just… we never really talked about this, you know? That day. We talked about his injuries after he got better, we talked about his mental health, but never about that day. I…” Denki’s voice shakes and the room gets silent. “I froze that day. In the middle of the fight. It went something like that….”

~•⚡️•~

Kaminari was fighting on the sidelines with Shinsou; it was nothing but a few, relative weak mates of the main gang who were fighting with Deku.

Easy-peasy it was.

Until, it was not.

“The number one is down, the villain is on the loose, fuck, we are loosing them!” Comes the voice of a guy in the headquarters.

Kaminari saw white. And red. Then white again. The world spun.

This is not real, this is not…

“I can’t see anything from the dust! The building is down!”

“Anyone has eyes on Deku?!”

“I think he’s under the building!”

“The kid… I have the kid!” A young voice cried into the microphone. “He saved the kid, he…”

“Dynamight, do you have eyes on the target? Dynamight! Any intel on the area?”

“Dynamight is out of combat.” That was Eijirou. He sounded shaken up. He’ll never forget that voice. “Deku… Deku is our main priority!”

“But the villain…”

“I don’t give a single flying fuck right now!” Kaminari heard the sound of the rumble being thrown around haphazardly. “Izuku is dying under the fucking rumble! We need to save him!”

“Red Riot…”

“Red Riot is out.” After a loud screeching sound there was silence. Kaminari’s knees hit the floor.

“Kaminari… fuck’s sake, KAMINARI!” Someone yelled. It was a deep, usually soothing sound… oh… Hitoshi. “Denki, wake the fuck up, they are about to arrive! We need to fight!”

A sound of a slap. Pain. A stern voice. Silence.

“Why?” Kaminari asked.

“For Deku.” The voice wavered. Kaminari opened his eyes. There were tears. His own and… Hitoshi’s.

For the first time since they lived together… Kaminari saw Hitoshi crying.

“For Deku.”

~•⚡️•~

“Jesus, my dude, I thought this is a celebration, not a fucking commemoration.” Hawks (OHMYFUCKINGGOD?!) rolls in in a fancy golden suit which is somehow gorgeous and disgusting at the same time.

“Hey there, my friend!” Tokoyami, who’s been sitting in the furthest corner, perks up at the sight. Oh, you completely missed him when you walked in. How the hell did you miss a guy with a bird head?!

“Aren’t you a bit old for this suit?” Katsuki grins up at the new addition to the reunion.

“Ahh, I age like wine, blondie. Also, I do whatever the fuck I want now.”

“BONJOUR! I’m late!” Aoyama waltzes in with a massive plate of cheese. You have to hide your eyes from all the twinkling as the light catches on his glittery suit.

“When are you not?” Katsuki grumbles with a pout.

“Ahh, come on now, have some cheese!” Katsuki gets force-fed a piece of cheese. Aoyama’s face explodes just a second later. “Hm. Smoked cheese, IZUKU! Try it!” Aoyama taps his hair a few times to make sure his fabulous mane did not catch on fire then moves towards your partner to pop a piece of the melted cheese into his mouth. “You have one too, honeybun, you look hungry.”

The cheese… tastes nice. A bit warm with a hint of… caramel? Uhm. What the fuck is happening right now?

“Well, please don’t mind me asking but… you need a third in your bed? I’m quite versatile.” Aoyama stares at Izuku’s chest, completely unashamed.

“Try to say that to his face instead of staring at the poor guy’s nipples, maybe that will work?” Kaminari pipes in, looking a little bit less pale now.

“Impossible, Monsieur.” Aoyama sighs. “Can I touch?”

“Hell fucking no.”

Oops. That just came out. You get a proud smile from Katsuki.

“Oh, excuse moaaaah. I’ll sit down now. Silly me.” Aoyama giggles as he takes a seat next to a completely wet Mineta who somehow got out of the water.

“That’s sexual harassment, dude. Not good.” He mutters to the twinkling blond. Katsuki laughs.

“Wow, I’ve never thought I’ll hear this from the fucker.”

“He did try to flirt with Y/N though, don’t give him too much credit.” Eijirou adds with a protective glance towards you.

“Hey, I just stated facts!”

“Fair point, she’s a real babe, isn’t she?” Hawks teases but he looses his footing as black whip crawls around his legs. “Alright, alright, calm down, lover boy!”

“I can’t help it.” Izuku confesses. “If it’s not me, it’s the other wielders. Sometimes I wonder if they love her just as much as I do.”

“Your lady has her own harem in your head, how lucky!” Mineta looks at you with pure respect.

“Interesting.” Todoroki mutters with a straight face.

“Now are we getting a fashion show, Deku, or did I come here for nothing?” The empty space next to Katsuki speaks up… and everyone gawks at it.

“STOP SHOWING UP TO EVERYTHING NAKED YOU FUCKING WEIRDO!” Katsuki throws his blazer on the giggling hero.

“Hagakure-san, your modesty! Think about your modesty!” Iida’s arms move up and down then right to left; he looks like he’s trying to make some kind of weird robot dance which Camie is quick to point out right away.

“Tooru, we talked about this.” Ojiro, whose tail is being played by Kaminari sighs. “You said you are going to be late.”

“I was late! 1 minute late!” Hagakure snickers as Yaomomo makes some clothing for her.

“You guys have changed… for the worse.” Izuku smiles at his friends, absolutely not surprised.

Just as he manages to finish the sentence, Tsuyu-chan’s tongue darts out towards the fake sea and comes back with some… seaweed?

“Tsuyu-Chan, not again!”

The seaweed plops on the top of the table. The sound is disgusting.

At the same time, the door opens to Tamaki and Mirio.

“Wrong timing?” The louder one of the pair grins as they make their way towards the table. “Nejire is in Thailand but she sends her regards!”

“I name him Pierre.” Aoyama smiles at the green haired hero.

“I will take Pierre for my next fight. Thank you for your service, Tsuyu-Chan.” Tamaki plops the wet, slimy thing into his suit pocket. It makes a squishy sound as it gets tucked in.

There is silence once again.

“Y'all are a bit cringe , but honestly, it's lowkey iconic." Camie stares at the group of friends with a straight face.

“Period.” Kaminari smirks, proud of his companions.

“If someone needs lady towels, Yaomomo can make some.”

“Honey, that’s not…”

“Dude…”

“What? Periods are normal. I can also help with the cramps.” Todoroki adds proudly, showing off his hot side.

“Can you fucking stop being a walking green flag? It’s super annoying.” Sero mutters under his breath.

“Do I look green to you?”

“FUCKS SAKE!”

“I’m ordering another round of drinks.” Eijirou stands up and makes his way towards the bar.

“Bring some shots, too!” Mina chimes in as he takes a good look at the brain dead bunch.

“Two for me. Dark shadow is thirsty.”

“You can have mine, Dark shadow!” Kouda gives his drink to the creature who barely peaks out under Tokoyami’s jacket. Dark shadow purrs.

“Sorry to interrupt but if I remember right, Dark shadow doesn’t like light, so… can we dim the fake sun a bit so he can join us?” You mutter, your whole face red because… well… you have ulterior motives.

“You want to pet him, don’t you.” Katsuki grins at you.

“Duh.” Izuku mutters into your hair as he leaves a tiny kiss on the top of your head, grinning back at his best friend while doing so. Or at least, you think. You can’t actually see it.

“Ready for the night mode?” The bartender chimes in and everyone cheers.

You manage to pet dark shadow. This is the best day of your life. You’ve also learnt that Tokoyami likes My Chemical romance, flying through the sky during blood moon and also likes gothic fashion accessories. Kyouka invited you both to her next moon watching party. She said she’ll play the “good old EMO tunes” on her guitar for Tokoyami if he comes. Tokoyami said he’ll bring his own guitar so she can play her favorite; the bass. Then the moon watching ended up with the old class A band deciding to make a surprise concert in the big park before doing the moon watching party.

Hell, you love your life.

~•🥦•~

“Come on, little chicks, time to go home!” Hawks smiles at the group of half asleep people. “Tokoyami-kun, mind getting Mineta off the ceiling?”

Tonight was fun. Some people had a bit more to drink than they can handle, while some stayed completely sober; then there are a few people who had just enough to feel the buzz but not enough to make them incapable to work the next day.

You take a good look at your table; Katsuki, funnily enough, is one of the people who went a bit past their limit, but you are quite sure no one but you, Eijirou and Deku would be able to spot the difference in his behavior. He’s still his grumpy, old self, but his body leans towards Eijirou and is more approachable than usual, then sometimes, he smiles to himself like he’s actually happy to be with his friends once again. His cheeks are flush in an adorable way and his ears have a slight tint of pink as well.

Kyouka and Mina are utterly wasted. Kyouka is sprawled out in your lap right now, like she’s trying to make up for all the time you guys couldn’t meet up due to her being on a mission abroad. Mina is busy bugging Eijirou about some silly gossip she’d heard about someone on their team; her words are slurred, her motions clumsy but Eijirou, who’s slightly buzzed right now, enjoys the word vomit and the slight, friendly touches for his old crush from middle school.

“It was really short-lived but really precious. I’m glad I’ve never told her about my feelings. I would have hated to lose her as a friend.” Eijirou once said during one of your evening meet ups. You get that.

Needless to say, Mineta and Aoyama are also wasted, if Mineta hanging from the ceiling wasn’t a good enough of a hint, Koda, Shouji, Tokoyami, Yaomomo, Todoroki and Asui had one long drink and one shot with the team but stayed on the good side otherwise, Sero and Kaminari are wasted as usual with a buzzed and grumpy Hitoshi in their ass, Mirio and Tamaki look relatively well, both trying to help with getting everyone home safe even though Tamaki has a slight wobbliness to him. Camie left a few hours ago for another party. You have no idea how she has so much energy.

Ochako, Izuku and you are… well, probably in the buzzed state, Izuku slowly moving into the “team of the doomed” as we speak. Apparently, Sato can’t get drunk properly as alcoholic drinks have a lot of sugar in them and they only make him stronger and more vigilant. So basically, he gets a massive headache the next day but doesn’t get the negative effects of the alcohol thanks to his quirk. Fascinating.

“I’m surprised you are not shit drunk.” Katsuki mutters under his nose as he stares towards Hawks.

“I’ve changed a lot in the last few years. I still like the freedom and I still do whatever I want but… I’m kinda ready to just… settle, you know.” Hawks gives Katsuki a sad smile. “I’ve been controlled my whole life, I don’t want anyone nor anything to control me anymore. Alcohol makes me loose control.”

“I get that.” Katsuki slurs as Eijirou tries to give him a piggy back ride. “But don’t forget that when it comes to people… some of them deserve to have some control over you. Sometimes… giving the control to someone else for a few hours… takes some weight off your shoulders. Makes you feel… happy and stress-free.” Katsuki hides his face in Eijirou’s broad shoulders, already half-asleep. There is a weird kinda pain etched into Hawks’s face as he tries his best to answer.

Loneliness.

“I hope that one day, I’ll be able to understand what you just said.” He admits. “Also, your friend Mirko told me to say hi to you. She can’t wait to see you on the hero Gala this year.”

“Huh, I love that bitch.” Katsuki mutters into Eijirou’s back. “She should come over for my killer carrot cake.”

“She’d love that. See you next month, yeah? Wear something funky. It’s gonna be a big day for all of us.” Hawks smiles with a little more life in his eyes.

“I’ll wear fucking pink. I swear.”

“NO FUCKING WAY.” Mina yells as he stumbles towards the door.

“Wait and see, bitch.”

“Is everyone a bitch to you right now?” You giggle as you take in Katsuki’s disheveled appearance.

“Shut your mouth, Sweetloader.”

“Oi!” Deku suddenly stands up from his chair, wobbling a bit as he does so. “Wait, Sweetloader?”

“I mean, freeloader. Fuck, I’m drunk. Ei, take me home. I want to bake chocolate cookies.”

“You are not baking cookies at this state.” Eijirou laughs but makes his way towards the exit with him. “I did hide some from your last batch, knowing you’ll want to eat some, though.”

“I want to marry you.”

“I already said yes to that.”

“True. Hell yeah.”

The room erupts in laughter. Then slowly, everyone makes their way home.

“I’m so happy, Sweets.” Izuku mutters on the way home.

“Your friends are amazing.” You smile at your partner; once again, everything feels right and you can’t help but be giddy about it.

Life might give you a lot of hardships, but eventually, the good comes. It never rains forever.

“They are your friends too.” Izuku takes your phone out of your pocket to show you the several new messages in your phone. You are about to cry.

“Wow, they all messaged me! Look, even Camie did! Oh… I can’t understand what it says but her selfie is cute!”

“Not as cute as you are.”

“Oh, shush, you drunkard.” You giggle as you open your door, dragging the hero into his bathroom to force him to brush his teeth. Izuku turns around by the sink and puts his hands on your middle as he pulls you closer to hide his face in his favorite spot in your neck.

“I love when you manhandle me like that.”

Butterflies. Fucking butterflies.

“I don’t, my back hurts! You need to give me a back massage first thing in the morning. Or early afternoon, depending on how you are feeling.” You look at him with a grumpy pout; he kisses it off your face.

“The next hero gala is… in three months.” Izuku adds, suddenly looking as sober as ever.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come with me. As my girlfriend.”

The bathroom is spinning. Is this what you think it is? Is this…

“You want me to… be there? On the red carpet? Make it… official?”

“I’ve hid you from the world for long enough. Did a really shitty job at that as well. It’s time for the world to know, Deku’s heart is taken.”

You can’t help the tears escaping your eyes.

“You mean that?” You ask, not sure it’s not just his drunk, emotional self talking right now.

“I already talked to Auntie about it. She’s happy to make our dresses so we match. Ahh, and she’s also making my dress for that Vogue photoshoot. I asked for a sheer shirt.” Izuku grins at your red face. This is too much. Just too much.

“I’m going to sleep. I cannot.”

“Brush your teeth first, you smell like booze!”

“So do you!”

Needless to say, you’ll buy three of that magazine issue when it finally comes out. One for your massive collection of Deku memorabilia, one for the living room, one for your bedroom and one to put up in a frame in a genkan for everyone to see.

Life is great. Oh hell, life is amazing.

… to be continued!

Potato ramble:

- I’m so sorry for being late, life has been as bad as always and I just wasn’t in the right mental space to post. But I’m relatively okay so don’t worry, this story will be finished soon! Well, if I ever stop writing more and more chapters… 26 was supposed to be the last chapter, now I’m writing the 29th which DEFINITELY WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER! 😂 Then the KiriBaku extra will be the 30th, extra chapter. Unless I decide to write 500 other extra chapters because I can’t shut the hell up when it comes to this AU.

- I hope my little “fan art” made your day a bit. It’s my favorite art I’ve ever made! He’s so cute 😭💕 Even though he’s not the number one right now in the story so I fucked that up but let’s ignore that bit yeah haha

- Camie cracks me up. I absolutely loved writing her. Also, what the hell is this language, frfr no cap

- Todoroki is me in real life by the way. There was this one time when my friend came over to help me put my curtains up after I washed them and I told everyone at work about it but apparently I phrased it in a way that in slang means he did the cheeky with me and my asshole friends/colleagues decided to not tell me about it until 3 months later. The funniest part was that my friend also works at the same place so they all told him what I said but the asshole also kept silent about it because he had the best time of his life making fun of me. I hate young people. (No, I don’t.)

- I’ll be honest, this chapter is one of my favorites I’ve ever written. I don’t know why, probably because I can relate a lot to the random topic changes and as someone who’s been through hell in the last 3 years I can tell you that broken people do tend to jump between being all funny and crying 5 mins later then jump back to being funny because that’s literally what I do on a daily basis. So this chapter is really… a bit like me. All over the place but lovable if you give it a chance to understand it. Wow, Kit, so deep.

- I’ll shut up now, please let me know what you think!

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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

thirdyear!izuku x bitchy!black reader

synopsis: Izuku and you are forced to work together for a midterm project, and you're bent on not helping the nerd finish it.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: words like slut, cumdump are used to be degrading but nothing too far out oc, a petty slap on the cheek and thats about it? could possibly also tag as dubcon just in case, enjoy!

Izuku has known you since a little before joining uni. He was invited to move in early under the honors program along with Katsuki. Other groups who were also invited to join early were fall athletes, greek sororities and fraternities, and people in majors that take longer than 8 years to finish. As if an academic rival, hotheaded, bully from younger years wasn't enough.. you came along.

You had always had a class or two with him. Whether it be preliminary classes or your third year science credit. He doesn’t know why you don't like him, always calling him names just loud enough for him to hear or purposely shutting the door on him in pouring rain.. but the day he saw you at the buffet talking and laughing with Katsuki? His life was over. You made it hell. He thought you were so pretty when he first saw you.. but you were just such. a bitch.

Katsuki didn't have the same timed honors classes but slept in the same building. If he really wanted to avoid him, he could go to the library or study in one of the cafes. Then again there was the rec center.. or he could stay with a friend, even. But you. He couldn’t avoid you. No matter how hard he tried. 

He'd catch himself staring at the door until you came in, seeing your hair done in different styles and colors but still be so gorgeous. you could pull everything off. there was also this shiny pink lip gloss you started wearing.. It frustrated him how much he thought about how soft they’d feel against his skin, He's never pined after a girl this long. Sure he's had girlfriends over the years, but you lingered in the back of his mind. And you thought of him like dirt under your BAPEs.

You were hardly ever late, walking in a few minutes before class starts to set up your computer, drink if you decided you wanted one that morning, and switch your music playlist over. The class itself was pretty easy, not too many essays or homework assignments. It was more projects and group discussions than anything, which was probably the only real frustrating thing about this class. As the last few people struggled through the door, the professor started writing on the board.

MIDTERMS.

fuck.

“This is the last project before midterms. you will be graded on..” You drowned him out, rubbing your temples as the mention of midterms came up. Another fucking project? Are you serious? Honors kids never really learned to.. well. play, very well with others. Mostly stuck up kids were pretty disconnected from real life because their mommies and daddies paid to get them into the dorms and therefore, classes, with average Bs and Cs. The other half of the class had their heads so far up their asses there wasn’t ever a moment they weren’t passive aggressive or came off in an ‘i’m right you’re wrong’ tone. The class let out a groan everytime he announced some dumbass idea like this but he still continues. what the fuck is my life??

You sigh to yourself, rubbing your lips together as you begin to pick at the little jewels on your nails. Was it worth it to just do the entire thing by yourself so you aren't depending on anyone? No reason to get docked another few times because someone can't finish their half. This shit was pointless. The frequent ice breakers were pointless. You knew most of these people already and-

“Mr. Midoriya and Miss L/n, Miss Teller and Miss Barnes, Mr. Andrews and..” Once again you drowned out your professor's words, eyes darting over to Izuku who was staring at your teacher gobsmacked. He could feel his face burn, jaw slightly slack before shutting it nervously. He glanced over at you to see if you had been paying attention, smiling at you and giving a small pathetic wave. 

You squinted daggers at him, biting the corner of your mouth before giving a sympathy smile and turning to the assignment on the laptop. I guess it wasn't too horrible.. realistically I can make him do the work and spend the time doing more important work like studying for my major.. 

the mumbling, the stuttering, always staring, always being the first to leave for a quiz. it wasn't until you saw his name over and over again that it was a real problem. try hards are annoying. lucky for you, this one's a pussy. 

As class ended, you packed your things and headed towards the door to leave. Izuku quickly caught up with you, snaking his way through the crowd of people leaving the lecture hall. “Where'd you want to um.. to meet up? Or when-”

you cut him off before he could go spouting at the mouth. “Not worth the effort, I have more important shit to do over the next few weeks than work on some lame project. Do it for the both of us, We both know you have nothing better to do.” You continue walking away from him and onto your next class.

He stands for a moment, sighing and flatting his lips together. It shouldn't be too hard to do..right?

He debated. this. repeatedly. He really didn't want to bother, but he needed your help. He had shit to do this week! Laundry was piling up, he hasn't been going to the gym as frequent, other classes and midterms on top of the project. But every time he tried to confront you about your attitude, you have some comeback or degrading thing to say.. You bat your dumb long lashes and smack your lip gloss against your lips. He hated how fast he gave up arguing back.. it made his pants a little too tight and his eye twitch from hell. However, he was not doing this by himself. He had a rough week as it was and he's tired of letting you push him around.

He knocked on your door the Sunday before it was due, listening to you shuffle around your room before opening the door in some short shorts and one of those girly tank tops with a small bow in the middle. He couldn’t help but stare at your bare collarbone, used to seeing your name littered across it with gold jewelry before his verdant eyes quickly averted themselves back to your sharp gaze. Before he could stutter out his reasoning for being there first, or even say hello, you spoke.

“What is it?” You scratched the top of your bonnet, yawning quietly. You slip a hand under your shirt to scratch at your stomach, watching the flustered man in front of you watch your every move just to dart his attention somewhere deeper into your apartment. “If it’s about that stupid project, i’d rather rot in hell than work with you.” 

“It’s due tomorrow y/n, can’t we just get it done? I’ve done more than.. I wanna say seventy percent of it? But I have a life too you know-” He’s cut off by your laughter, watching you turn and head back to your couch. You left the door open for him to come in if he was really serious. which was a pretty low chance that he was. you guys have played this game before.

“That’s a really funny joke, izuku. ‘I have a life’, ha!” you tease, plopping onto your cushions and grabbing the remote.

“I know you have nothing better to do than school work, if you’re so close to done, finish it. I already made my own, virgin.” you fibbed, you started your own, but of course this was the one project you needed to genuinely depend on someone else. you unpaused your show, waiting to hear him shut the door in defeat.

Izuku stood in the doorway for a beat, pinching the bridge of his nose before walking in. He respectfully took his shoes off at the before shutting the door roughly behind him. 

“Can you please.” He heard his voice begin to rattle with anger, taking a deep breath in and sighing before speaking once more. 

“Can we just get this project done? Please.” The straps of his bag burned into his hand as he gripped it with vigor. He tried his best to control himself, watching you flinch at the shut of the door but at least he had your legitimate attention. 

“Please stop making this harder than it has to be.” He stared down at you, his tone slowly fixing itself. He didn't want to be an asshole.

But he was serious. You weren't scared, but you did kinda feel bad. Normally picking and poking didn't make him too upset. He was pretty used to it by now. He sounded actually upset for the first time in a long time. You felt something in your brain tell you to finish this stupid thing, motioning to set up at the dining room table. you watched him set his bag down, listening to his anything but quiet muttering. “Thank you for not being a stubborn bitch, y/n..”

oh??

oh???

“What did you say?” you turned your television off, tossing the remote on the couch before storming over to him. 

“Speak up. You got somethin to say in my fucking apartment then say it to my face, Loser ass bitch.” He was sitting down with almost everything out on the table, looking down into his bag to grab a few more things out from the bottom. You slammed your hand on the table as you spoke, the other hand resting on your hip as you tilted your head to the side. You wanted to see who the fuck he was talking to.

 “I said,” He turned his body to face yours, face burning red from irritation with a prominent look of annoyance on his face. “Thank you for not being a stubborn. Bitch. All you have done the past few weeks is make it incredibly difficult to get something done that I know we can do in two days. Stop making this harder than it has to be. I’ve seen you on about every story any. time. Theres some fucking party. You have nothing better to be doing than sitting down and working.” 

“What a fucking weirdo, you stalkin’ me now, Izuku? Nothin better to do than look for me on niggas snapchat?” You swipe the papers he set up off of your dining room table like a cat, not caring how close to being set up he was.

Come to think of it. The only parties you really went to were the ones Katsuki and his friends threw, the last two had been a tailgating party and someone's birthday but.. 

You smile, lowering yourself to be eye to eye with him. Your words came out dripping with honey but still so sour. “Is this because I hang out with ‘suki? You jealous I got my mind on someone other than you and making your life miserable, wimp?”

Your voice died out in your throat as he stood up, snatching your jaw hard enough to establish he meant business. You felt yourself trip forward slightly from a little tug, his blush pink lips twitching as if they wanted to smirk instead of looking so mean. 

“Mention him or say one more thing about how im a ‘loser’ or a ‘virgin’ again, and i'll make you forget how to walk. Keep it up, y/n. I am not in the fuckin’ mood for your bitter. shit.” He watched your facial expression change, praying his hard on wouldn't poke your thigh as you two stood incredibly close to each other.

He was far from wimpy looking.. six foot four, athletic build, and freckles covered his face. He was attractive, smart, just never hung out with the people you hung out with. You knew that. But it didn't stop the names, or the picking. He never really tried to stop you, maybe when you'd take it too far but more often than not he'd just sit and look at you and.. well, listen.

You bit your bottom lip softly, blinking a few times before staring up at him with half lidded eyes. “Take the bitter taste from my mouth then.. Talkin’ a lot of game for someone who looks like he’s gotten pussy maybe, twice in his life?” The confidence in your voice had definitely faltered, It’s not like you haven't imagined riding this dummy until the sun came up. Hes just so fucking annoying. it would be incredibly satisfying to watch his damn near virgin ass cream under you. you just weren't expecting him to be so..

Shoving his lips against yours and mumbling your train of thought, Izuku pulled you close before snaking a hand down to grope your ass. You yelp in response, tangling your hand into his messy green curls. He walked you backwards until your legs nudged against the couch, hands roaming to touch what they could of your skin. He's wanted to for so long. 

You slide next to the arm of the couch, whining softly when he pulls his lips from yours. He motioned down to the floor, watching you grab a pillow from the couch and set it under your knees. Finally speaking again, He starts untying his drawstrings. “I don't wanna hear anything out of you, we clear?” 

“crystal, in fact, anything for-” 

smack!

“What part of  ‘I don’t want to hear anything out of you’ don’t you get? Is it too hard for you to comprehend?”  He mocked your pout, continuing to speak as he tugged his joggers and boxers down to his knees. “Fleshlights don’t talk. Especially after how you treated me for so long.” He mumbled the last part, tugging his clothing down to his mid thigh.

Your eyes teared up from shock, not pain. He didn't hit hard, but it did leave a small sting on your cheek. You felt your back straighten, looking up at him with pleading eyes before muttering out a small apology. 

is that how quick you'd give yourself up? He thought to himself, pink tip now sitting in front of your lips as it glistened with pre-cum. is this how easy it was all along? “Stick your tongue out. Too late to be sorry.” 

You slide your tongue out slowly, staring up at him as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. he almost felt.. bad. was he being too mean? he tapped his tip against your tongue a few times, watching you move forward on your own to take him in your mouth. 

...maybe not mean enough.

He positioned his hands behind your head, making a makeshift ponytail before pulling you closer to his groin. He stared down at you, letting out a small groan before sighing in relief. He began to guide you along his cock dreadfully slow, watching your eyes fill with tears. He let out a soft chuckle. 

“Ah.. for as much as I hear you run your mouth, your pretty good at shutting the fuck up too. Use that tongue too, slut.” He let out a few moans under shaky breath, smirking and leaning his head back. You let your jaw go slack so he could use your throat how he wanted, trying to focus on the most important thing. breathing. Tears stream down your cheeks, trying your hardest not to gag against his cock.

“Gonna cum on your face..so y-..you’ll remember this and how fucking disgusting you really are.” He rutted into your throat sloppily, pulling away after you tapped his thigh a few times. He watched spit drip down your chin, hand going to rub his thumb over his tip.

You gasp to catch your breath, putting a hand on the ground and the other on your chest. Saliva had dripped down to your shirt, letting out a few coughs. You rub your tears away, wiping your chin. "Who knew someone like y..you could be so big n mean.." You look up at him, feeling the release of your hair. 

“Suck my dick like I showed you and I won’t have to be mean.” His face was red and sweaty, cock twitching in his hand from the coolness of your apartment. You nod, moving your hand to help you keep up with such a messy pace he had. 

You whimpered, hearing him degrade you even further. He called you a free use whore, a cumdump.. noticing the way your thighs clenched together before hovering a hand behind your head. He watched you quicken your pace, a whiny moan leaving his mouth when your tongue swirled over the nerves in his tip. 

He shivered, breath getting shaky before pulling away from you to finish over your lips and watching the mess cover your face. His hard-on twitched as he let out a sighing in somewhat relief. there's no way that he was still going, right?

“Get on the couch,” He said in a calmly, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead. He watched you scramble to get up, sitting on the couch and attempting to clean your own face before feeling him snatch your jaw up into his hand.

“Ready to finally do our fucking work? or does your slutty cunt want attention now?” He laughed at how disheveled you looked, feeling the wetness under your chin leak onto his hand.

you blink the tears from your eyes, trying to stutter out your response before he spoke for you. “Dumb Whore. Bet you do. You get to cum on my fingers first,” 

You let out a whine whether volintarty or not, seeing his lip twitch into a small smirk. “What? My fingers aren't enough?” He moved ro rub at your clit, classused fingers pressing against you in slow circles.

“Whine all you want, You don't deserve anything more than my fingers.” He growled out, standing between your legs and opening them wider with his own. How embarrassing, to be folded up on the couch by someone you ‘hated’ so bad.

“Be lucky if I let you cum at all.” He tugs your panties to the side, dipping two fingers into you and curling them a few times. “Holy shit.. You’re soaked.” He spoke half in genuine shock and astonishment, half to degrade you. He lifted your leg to rest on his hip, pulling your panties down just enough to where he could rub your clit with his thumb and slid his fingers back in. 

You squeak, knee nudging into his side as you twitch and squirm against his fingers in pleasure. They were thick, curling and poking at that spot deeper than you thought they'd go. He still looked irritated as ever, but there was definitely also a look of admiration in his eyes. He seemed to be focusing, moving his fingers faster before making a scissoring motion with his fingers.

It was a lot, cocoa-colored eyes trying to blink the tears away that wouldn't stop forming in your eyes. “iii...izu!!” you plead, back pressing even harder into your couch as he basically climbed on top of you to finger fuck you. “It’s too muuuch- sensitive!” you tried pushing his hand from your clit only to be met with his other hand pinning it next to you.

“I bet kacchan doesn't do this to you.. Make you feel this good..” And there was that constant muttering under his breath. It wasn't hard to understand it when he was in such close proximity to you, but maybe he assumed you couldn't hear him. was he really boasting to you or himself..?

no. he was jealous. you concluded, deciding to run your mouth a little, a small smirk forming onto your plump lips. you haven't done anything with katsuki and it wasn’t really on your list to fuck community dick. but if that's what izuku thought, so be it.

“M.. makes me feel be..better!” you struggle to say, feeling him pull his fingers from your sopping cunt. you feel the knot that had been building up so quickly start to dissipate, an annoyed huff leaving your lips in response. His smirk turned into a disappointed frown, gritting his teeth before letting your wrist go and pinning your knees to your shoulders with, frankly, big hands.

“I’m gonna hit your cervix till you’re shaking,” He stated, lining his tip up before sliding into you with one big thrust. you felt your thighs ache, the warmth of his cock making you shiver. you felt full, closing your eyes tight and pushing at the arm that pinned your legs down. you wanted to hold onto him, bite, do anything to calm down how good it felt. It was overwhelming in the best way.

He slammed into you, pulling back slowly just to slam even harder into you. His lips curled back into a smirk, watching your body jolt and moving his arms to rest on either side of you. He felt you embrace him, legs trying to wrap themselves around him. He smiled into your shoulder, thrusting faster into you.

“iiizuuu.. nnghh.. h-hah please..” you pleaded, clenching around him. “ ‘m s.. ngh sorry. ‘M sorrryyyy, izu.. I am!! “ your nails raked down his shirt, gripping onto the fabric as your eyes began to roll back in pleasure.

“Now you’re sorry?” He asks into your shoulder, pulling back to move your heels onto his shoulders. He gave slow thrusts, staring down at you and your attempts to catch your breath. you nod as if your life depended on it, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer.

He moves a hand to rub over your clit quickly, watching you writhe in pleasure before continuing to thrust into you. You were seeing stars.. so much so you ended up squirting on his t-shirt. He laughs a bit, breaking into a moan as he pulls out of you. He jerked the tip of his cock for a few seconds, cumming and ruining your shirt in return.

Letting out a worn out but soft sigh, Izuku sat next to you tiredly. you try to blink yourself back into reality, feeling gross with all of the different.. hormones.  That happened to land on you and your clothing. “If you ruined my c..couch you get me a new one, nerd..” you huff out, sitting up and leaning onto his shoulder.

He leaned his head into your touch, hand wrapping around your waist. “Do you want my help to the bathroom so you can clean off?” He also needed to, but knew no way around your apartment and wasn't exactly gonna just leave you like this to search for one.

you nod, leaning into his bicep as he helped you towards your bathroom to strip you both of your soiled clothes. The project could wait another hour or so, right?

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🔸 Hospital visit

🔸 Part 9-14

Sorry guys for not posting here I always forget that, but I hope you enjoy this lil comic!

FemTsumu Carpenter | P2

he's two oranges tall 🍊🍊