⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], cum eating.
⟡ xoxo, juno: i’m sorry this is so short ): the past 72 hours have been horrible hahah
— MIDORIYA IZUKU.
unsurprisingly, he wants to get you pregnant someday; he cums the hardest whenever he thinks about filling you up with his cum and picturing your swollen belly.
“ah, baby, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum— fuck! where do you want it?” izuku stutters, hips jerking wildly as pleasure zaps through him like lightning.
“inside, ‘zuku..”
“a-are you sure?” his voice rises in surprise and he doesn’t know where to put his hands when you thrust your ass into his pelvis. your eyes are hooded when you turn, tossing him a look over your shoulder that has him spilling inside of you with a desperate whine.
izuku cums so much that it starts to run down the length of his cock, so he collects the excess on his fingers before rubbing his sticky fingers against your clit.
you moan lowly, “fuck it deep, izu.”
with a shaky nod and a tight grip on your hips, he complies, thrusting into you hard. despite having cum already, he feels his cock throb, eager to fill you up again.
“can i cum again, please? need to fill you up!”
— BAKUGŌ KATSUKI.
he fills you up because he has a possession kink.. in his mind, cumming inside you makes you his. he’ll take photos/videos of you dripping with his cum and jerk off to it later.
“s-shit, your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight,” katsuki grits out, pressing into the backs of your thighs to make the mating press a little closer. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet dangling, gold anklet with a ‘k’ he gave you catching the afternoon light through the window.
you grin up to him, before pleasure washes over your whole body and your face falls as you moan. “go ahead and fill it up, kat.. i need it so badly.”
“shit, you’re not on the pill.” crimson eyes are full of worry and thoughtfulness.
“i don’t fucking care,” you groan, your eyes rolling back when the tip of his cock presses deep inside you, in just the right place.
katsuki doesn’t doubt you, or object — after all, he wants to fill you up. but why are his balls clenching at your words, his cock spilling cum deep inside you so quickly?
you feel his cock tighten inside you before heat is gushing all over you, sending you right into your own orgasm. he pulls back to stare, watching wide eyed as his cum drips out of your fluttering hole.
“fuck, you’re so good. i’ll never be able to pull out again, god.”
— KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.
he loves to make you as messy as possible, and then he’ll lick it all up.
“mmmh, ‘m still sensitive eiji..” your words come out as a soft mewl as your boyfriend spreads your legs open eagerly.
“wanna taste,” eijirou mumbles, eyes hooded as he notices your hole clench on nothing as he licks smeared cum off your thigh. “i also wanna make you cum again, yeah?”
“y-yeah,” you stutter when he drags his tongue along the sides of your pussy, collecting your squirt and his own cum on his tongue. eijirou swallows, kissing your clit with a quiet moan before he’s licking a stripe between your folds.
when he hears you whimper at the light touch, he fights off a smile and dips his tongue inside you easily. he tastes the bitterness of his own cum and the sweetness of your slick, and lets out a groan as his cock throbs against the bed beneath him.
“god.. ‘s good.” he doesn’t hesitate to pull back, pressing his tongue flat against your clit. then he slides his fingers into you, looking up at you eagerly. eijirou’s eyes meet yours, and he grins at just how shy you look.
“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you squirt again, yeah? focus on me.”
— DABI [TODOROKI TŌYA].
whenever tōya’s feeling jealous, he fills you up and makes you cry.. sometimes he likes to fuck you on top of a building or in an alleyway during pro-hero hawks’ patrols.
“you gotta scream for me, doll,” tōya hisses before biting into your shoulder while his grip on your neck gets tighter.
face burning with horniness and head spinning, you let out a long whine, and it echoes in the secluded alleyway. “fill me up and make me yours, tōya!”
he ignores the rustle of feathers from above, and only fucks into you harder. a thin sheen of sweat gleams on the darkened skin of his chest, the staples shining even more in the light.
tōya thinks you look beautiful like this, back against the wall and oh so pliant — letting him bounce you on his cock, or fuck your hole until all you can slur out is his name.
“louder. let the whole city know who’s fuckin’ you, doll.”
— TAKAMI KEIGO.
though he’s human, his bird-like quirk influences so much about him, such as his food choices, interests, and the way he likes to fuck.
vermillion wings rustle beneath you as you ride keigo’s cock into oblivion. his head is thrown back, golden tufts spread out on the car seat around it; above, your holding down both of his wrists tightly.
“lemme touch you, dove, come onnn.”
“no,” you gasp after a particularly deep stroke, “you’re just g-gonna bounce me up ‘nd down, and i want to ride you.”
your eyes close tightly as you languidly drag yourself up and down, pussy squeezing him so tight he feels like he’s about to burst. slowly, he feels himself thicken, approaching his high.
it’s as if a switch is flipped.
without even holding your hips and waist, keigo slams his hips upwards into you, stretching out your pussy almost mercilessly.
“keigo! that’s not— fuck!” your voice breaks off into a gasp, tits bouncing as he fucks you hard.
“g-gotta fill you up, dove.” his golden eyes are dark, swirling with some kind of breeding instinct. his wings are fluttering now, beating the air so strongly that goosebumps rise on your skin.
keigo’s entire body lurches beneath you as he chokes out a groan, “nghhh— i’m cumming, shit..”
his cock spills inside of you, effectively filling you up. however, he makes no move to pull out. when you start to sit up, he stops you.
“mm mm. let’s let it sit for a while, ‘nd i’ll stay inside, alright?”
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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
Sex chocolate with Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and maybe Toshinori???
⋆ ft. izuku ⋆
⋆ this is written as if the guys didn’t know they’d eaten the chocolate and how they’d react to the treat. sorry I didn’t put Toshinori in this, I’m not quite sure how to write his personality yet. (ó﹏ò｡)
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Izuku’s lips would tug into a sheepish smile, no doubt thankful for the sweet treat pick me up. His eyes would brighten, a satisfied hum dancing in the air.
Izuku would be unbearably jittery out on patrol that evening, hopping from the sidewalk on one side the street to the other, green light crackling in his wake. He’d do it mindlessly, thoughts wandering to you and what you currently could be doing.
Suddenly, he’d be flailing mid air when he vividly imagines you on your knees, plush lips stretched so wide on his cock he knows it must hurt your mouth. Izuku would stumble when he hit the concrete, catching himself on the bench nearby.
Izuku’s expression would twist from calm to horrified, thoughts running a mile a minute when he steadies himself and realizes his cock is…hard. Throbbing. Straining against his hero suit. He’d make haste running to the nearest building with a public restroom.
Izuku would shut the door to the restroom and lock it before anyone could even notice he entered. He’d be frantic, shoving his pants down mid thigh as he leaned against the wall and hissed through his teeth when the cool air hit his freely bobbing cock.
He’d have a million concerns in the back of his head but not be able to focus on a single one. Izuku would have a one track mind, wrapping a hand around himself and jerking until he came in less than 20 seconds to the image of you on your knees.
Izuku would be so embarrassed afterwards, cheeks bright pink as he adjusts his clothes and washes his hands.
Being as smart as he is, he’d have a suspicion this is related to the chocolate you gave him and he intends to find out once he’s home. Once he returned, he’d tease you until you’re on the edge of tears and blurting out the truth, fucking you until your mind whites out and you scream his name.
Lucky you.
Keigo would give you a flirty grin, winking playfully as he snatched the chocolate from you and swallowed it within two bites. You’d give him an unimpressed look but he’d just laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
Keigo isn’t surprised when he got a boner while soaring through the skies on the way to his agency. He’d been thinking about you anyways and his dick getting hard wasn’t uncommon when he thought of you. It’d be fair to say that happened often, if he’s honest.
Keigo would take note of the violent flush crawling down his neck and snaking under the fuzzy collar of his flight jacket. He’d suck his bottom lip in between his teeth and adjust his cock in his pants so it’s sticking straight up instead of outward.
He’d be able to somewhat focus on the business meeting he didn’t want to attend in the first place, only being reprimanded a few times more than normal for zoning out.
Keigo’s pulse would thunder. He’d wear a neutral expression, letting his chin rest in his propped up hand as he sent a feather to find and turn on the air because why the fuck is it so hot in here?
He’d text you something filthy as discreetly as he could under the table, biting his knuckles when you sent back a picture of yourself with your tits on display. Keigo would come to the conclusion that maybe he was a bit more pathetically horny than normal and he needed to ditch this meeting yesterday.
Keigo would go straight home, ignoring anyone who had tried to speak with him on his way out. He’d find you on the couch with nothing on but an oversized shirt and waving what’s left of the chocolate bar at him with a smirk when he entered through the balcony.
He wouldn’t even be upset when you told him what you’d done. He’d just crowd close, looming over you with a wolfish grin that shot a thrill down your spine.
Keigo would succumb to the aphrodisiac completely. He’d bend you over the backrest of the couch at hip level and wrench your arms taut behind you, fingers circling your wrists to secure you in place.
Keigo would have no mercy, sliding his cock in your tight pussy before you’re turned on enough to take him smoothly. He’d send a feather down to play with your clit until you strain to escape, not stopping despite your pleas because “this is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? yeah, so stop yapping and take it.”
In the end all you can do is nod, because if you truly wanted him to stop you’d only have to say the safe word.
Shouta would raise an eyebrow with a bored expression on his features. He’d roll his eyes and eat the chocolate after you pushed your lower lip out and fluttered your lashes at him.
Shouta’s a sucker for you.
He’d be grading papers that afternoon, knuckles rubbing at his sleepy eyes in the office of your shared home. He’d take a break, pressing his palms to his eyes and resting his elbows on the desk.
A scenario would pop into his head, one where you sat on the edge of the desk while he’d relax in his chair and lazily eat you out. He can imagine the way your clit would feel against his tongue, how warm and soft your pussy would be on his lips.
Shouta would lean back in the chair, a hand absently dropping to his lap to palm his cock and he’d be startled at just how much he’d filled out already. His dick hot and sticking to his inner thigh. Shocked at the unavoidable thick warmth swirling in his belly when it’d usually take a bit more than a brief daydream to get this worked up.
He’d be certain that you had something to do with this and irritation would lance through him. He’d sit in the kitchen once he’s finished, arms crossed and cock stubbornly refusing to flag until you returned home.
Shouta would ask you about it as if he were asking a child if they had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. Easily, you admit to it. No hesitation, no shame, just a smug air about you.
Then, Shouta would make his fantasy a reality. He’d eat your pussy until you were right on the edge of cumming and then he’d stop. He’d speak condescendingly, saying “poor baby, your pussy just wants to cum doesn’t she?” as he sits you roughly down on his cock.
He’d spank you a few times, teasing you a bit more but he’d make you cum so intensely your toes would cramp — and then he’d keep going until his own brain got fuzzy.
Touya would say fuck no at first. He doesn’t like chocolate. Until you mention there’s something special about the sweet and he assumes it’s an edible. You don’t bother to correct him because, technically, it is an edible, just not the kind filled with weed.
Touya would be leaning his back against the railing on your balcony, angled so he can peer into the open doors of your living room. He’d have a cigarette dangling from his lips, scrubbing at his cheek with one hand because yeah, his cheeks are typically roasting but they’re never this hot.
He’d shrug it off and nonchalantly light up the cigarette with his pointer finger. He’d startle as the tiny flame bursts into a fireball that he really didn’t mean to create when you stride past the doorway in soft shorts that show the crease of where your thigh joins your ass.
You’d freeze mid step and turn to stare at him incredulously, lips parted slightly when the aftershock of heated air damn near singes your skin.
Touya would be flustered. Cheeks painted rosy pink with embarrassment at the lack of control over his quirk. He’d scowl harshly, pinching his brows together as he dropped and stomped on his cigarette to put it out. He’d stalk towards you and snarl “why the hell are you wearing those fucking shorts?” as if his sudden overbearing lust is your fault specifically.
You’d roll your eyes and begin walking in the direction you’d intended in the first place but Touya would snatch your wrist tight enough the bones grind together and drag you to your bedroom. He’d ignore your obviously fake bewildered expression and shove you onto the mattress. He can’t focus on the fact that you seem to be going along with this a bit too easily.
His cock would be jumping and pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans before he so much as kissed you. He wouldn’t get either of you truly naked, he’d just slide your soft shorts to the side and unzip his jeans. He’d shove your shirt to your collarbone so he could watch the way your tits are about to bounce.
Touya would yank your ankles up and over his shoulders until the backs of your thighs press into his chest and then fold you in half like you’re a fucking blanket. He’d tilt his hips until his tip catches on your pussy and then he’s shoving his cock all the way inside to steal the breath from your lungs.
Touya wouldn’t have the self control to stop for a long time that evening and you’d almost regret giving him the chocolate. Almost.
You're his first girlfriend...EVER. which is surprising to you, he's attractive big n strong and so so so kind. He's the kind of guy girls dream about, a literal knight in shining armor. It made you feel sick that you couldn't help the lewd thoughts of what was inside the knights pants.
You would bring him food whenever you could and would see his thick bulge against his pants, that silly smile of his and those chubby freckled cheeks. He was so adorable and such a loser. God he truly deserves a cock that big.
You had him laid down on his back thighs wide open with you sitting in between them gently rubbing his cock covered by his boxers. He whimpered lowly staring up at you with those wide eyes of him, his face flushed with red while his pupils were blown wide. Izuku had never done anything quite like this before.....not with someone else at least.
He was a gooner 100% so he's definitely teased his cock through his boxers before you believe that for sure. You admired his face for a little before focusing on his big and thick cock sitting flat against his pelvis jolting up at the drag of your finger. You hum and gently rub your finger up his tip repeatedly earning a sigh from him, his eyes fluttering while his brows furrowed sticky precum oozing through his boxers, darkening the spot where his tip laid.
His thighs were having trouble staying open, the feeling of being pleasured but just barely by you was fogging up his brain it was turning him on a lot more than you thought. He could cum untouched if that's what you wanted, as many times as you wanted. You put your hand on his inner thigh caressing his freckled and tanned skin with your thumb and a smile painting your face.
You wrap your entire hand around his cock giving it a squeeze trying to get a feel out of his cock. The girth was amazing you could hardly wrap your entire hand around it. That says a lot. Once more he whined laying his head back and using the back of his hand to hide the wobbly smile forming in his flushed face. You didn't even move your hand, just holding his cock as it began jumping in your palm. You could feel it moving up and down begging to be used.
“ y..yeah.....c'mon touch it.. mmph.. fuck.”
You heard him mumble a whimper filled sentence under his breath, heavy breaths leaving him as he laid back letting you whatever you wanted to him.
“ m’gonna pull these down a bit m’kay izu?”
He nodded quickly as you removed your hand from his cock and hooked your fingers through the waist and of his boxers, pulling it back and letting it snap against his skin. He winced and jolted up at the pain whimpering with a shiver as he looked up to you with pleading eyes. He didn't say anything, letting his eyes tell you exactly what you knew he wanted. How sweet.
You run your hand down his lower abdomen before finally fishing your hand into his boxers and pulling it out gently having it lie against his pelvis once more. A shaky sigh left his lips at the gush of cold air hitting his precum slicked tip. You admired his estate for a while watching how enamouring he was, how luminescent he looked.
His cock head was large and a rosy red still leaking precum, there were a couple of veins painting the sides of his thick pulsating cock, large and full balls tightening below. He looked absolutely appetizing. It truly is a surprise to see a sweet and gentle guy have such a big and bold cock. So thick it can't even stand up on its own.
“ dont...look at it like that..”
He whispered to you, a whine ending his sentence. His eyes were hardly open he was so embarrassed, his cock was out having the cold air brush against it causing his cock to jump at the breeze. He whined lowly thighs flexing on each side of you waiting for you to do something.
You rub his thighs to try and get him to calm down, his breathing was heavy and almost as if he was out of breath. To your surprise his hips lift into the air slightly and he shivers at your touch, a low moan leaving his lips. He was so desperate to be touched it was saddening honestly, but far too cute to not enjoy.
You decided to give in and touch him, wrapping your hand around his cock once more jerking him off. Hand moving up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. Not even five minutes of you touching him gently, palm grazing over his sensitive vock head occasionally, he'd cum.
Low whines leaving his slackened jaw as his cock began leaking out his whine cum, pooling all over his lower abdomen and spilling onto the bed, you had moved your hand the second you seen his cum slowly spill down his reddened cock head.
You stared at him, disbelief behind your eyes but you hadn't wanted him to see that as he might feel bad given how quickly he'd cum. After he calmed down from he previous high his shaky eyes fluttered open and focused back on you and your figure, your eyes met with his and he instantly felt a rush of embarrassment.
Curling into a ball and huffing out a line of apologies.
“ I'm so sorry!! I just...you , you felt so good-! I didn't know I could...... just..— I'm sorry !”
You sigh and laugh above your adorable little big lover below you, hiding his face and whining in embarrassment wallowing in his own filth. You rub his back kissing the top of his head and decided you wouldn't tease him.
Although the fact his cock is so big and so thick and HE was so big and strong yet he couldn't even handle having his cock stroked by his girlfriend. Albeit this was his first time with something like this so you supposed you could give him the benefit of the doubt.
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.
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warnings:nsfw, virgin, uhh slight mention of pain? tell me if i missed anything
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-midoriya insists that you get on top, so you can set the pace of everything. he places his hands shakily on your hips, careful not to put any weight or pressure on you.
-midoriya is so gentle with you the first time. hes heard itd be painful for you and is terrified to hurt you. hes so scared he barely moves for the first few minutes, even though its eating him alive trying to stay still for you to adjust.
-midoriya is loud, very loud and you love it. all the lil gasps and groans drive you crazy, and make you that much louder as well. the two of you sing together with your moans and heavy breathing.
-midoriya is very nervous he won't be able to please you as well as you please him. hes heard the stories of people not finishing due to the partner's lack of action. he asks, softly, to touch your chest, and fiddle with your nipples and you happily allow him to.
-midoriya knows he wont last long, especially not with you. his rhythm stutters and hips pathetically jerk towards your warmth. he fights as much as he can to last, for you, but once you see the way his eyebrows are knit together, and the concentration on his face, youre all but begging him to finish for you.
-midoriya comes undone loudly. youre sure the whole apartment can hear him. and you love it, youre obsessed with the sound. he, however, is embarrassed beyond belief, hiding his face in his hands.
-midoriya had read up on aftercare extensively. as soon as hes rested enough and recovered, hes up getting you water and a warm blanket. he cacoons the two of you together in bed, putting on a cute movie to enjoy together and presses a kiss to your forehead, telling you how much you mean to him.
warnings for nsfw! handjob + afab reader. first attempt at nsfw, be nice plz. izu's around 18 in this one. based on my experience as a teen. mdni.
the second time izuku midoriya got a handjob was when you and him were over at his mom’s for dinner.
being left alone with izuku in his childhood home opened a door for endless possibilities. which is why you found yourself locking lips with him in his tiny, all might themed bathroom, your fingers curling strands of his hair as his hands desperately gripped your hips. when your boyfriend guided your hand from his hair to the hem of his jeans, his breath hitched.
midoriya turned bright red as he retracted his hand, “i’m so sorry! if you don’t want to then it’s totally—”
"izu, i do. it's fine."
izuku midoriya was many things, but above all he was respectful. though his body may act on instinct, he knew that if you weren't up for anything, then he'd stop immediately. he's fond of you taking the reigns, because he's putty in your hands. as you carefully unzip his jeans and slightly pull down his boxers, you feel your boyfriend's head resting on your shoulder.
"let's make it quick, zu" you whispered, "your mom's grocery runs don't take long."
lucky for you, midoriya's inexperience makes him easy. even the feeling of your fingers ghosting on and gently stroking his cock is enough to have him blabbering nonsense into your shoulder, his eyes closed shut as his hands roam over your body. his hands are quick to fondle your breasts (izu is a tit man at heart), giving a light squeeze every now and then.
you don't even need lube. your hand glides easily as izuku shoots a fuck ton of pre-cum. it's a sensation that's fairly new to him, so no matter you do, you always milk him out. and what really gets izuku is your words. even if it's a checkup, or a simple "you feeling good?" makes his legs tremble as his grip on you tightens.
he's a whining, breathless mess. he does try to conceal his moans on your shoulder, but it was to no avail. you swear you feel tears staining your shirt as he pleads, "faster—just—faster, please."
and as you concede, he's slurring out your name, and how much he loves you. that's just the type of guy izuku midoriya is. his words become incoherent as he bites his lip, and that's how you know he's close. a quiet, shuffling sound is heard as you retract your hand, looking at your boyfriend with a shocked expression.
"zu, your mom's back with the groceries."
he groans as he's zipping his jeans back up, helping you wash your hand with his all might soap dispenser. his greatest inspiration was there to witness every moment of his life, you suppose. when you sit down with inko and find out she bought milkshakes for everyone, you get a text.
zuzu 17:45
speaking of milk
i came in my pants
good job!!!