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Day One: Praise (Izuku Midoriya)
The world is a raging tide and you, the rolling waves. Your body ebbs and flows, a crashing wave in the midst of a summer storm as your speakers shake the drywall. Sweat trickles down your neck, drizzling droplets of rain painting the sea with its song. Thunder echoes through the house when you belt out the lyrics of your new musical obsession.
You are a ship at sea, a fish swimming against the current of a rapidly changing world. The front door swings open like a lightning strike, drawing a gasp from you as the illusion shatters. Your body stiffens and you blink back into the real world.
The real world where your favorite person smiles tiredly at you before pulling you into his chest.
“Hey, honeydoodle,” He breathes, head weighing heavy on your shoulder. “How was your day?”
Izuku is home. Izuku is your safe place.
Izuku is your anchor .
“It was fine. I’ve gotten obsessed with another musical. It owns my heart and soul now. Maybe it’ll give it back to me in two to three business months.” You chuckle, stroking his curly green locks. “What about you? How was patrol?”
Even on rougher days Izuku normally has an answer for you, but today he has no words. Though, of course, the wet tears dotting your neck speak volumes themselves.
“Izuku? Are you okay?” Your fingers move from his hair to caress his cheek.
A strong hand swallows yours and gives it a squeeze.
“Don’t ever leave me.” He whispers against your ear. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Your husband’s job is taxing. Being a pro hero comes with exposure to the world’s most traumatizing situations - Izuku sees everything from kittens stuck up in trees and kids losing their stuffed animals to people sending their loved ones to be experimented on for money and victims of domestic violence situations unable to ask for help with anything more than a wistful glance. Just last week he’d told you about a young man sobbing because he’d ridden the train with a little girl whose cancer went into remission after 3 long years…only to watch her die as a villain hopped on for a shooting spree.
So Izuku’s plea alone alerts you to a day that’s been filled not only with stressful paperwork and irritating villains, but a day drowning in the grim reminders of darkness and mortality.
“I would never leave you, Izuku. You’re the safety net of my heart, my lighthouse on the ocean, my Great Deku Tree.” You lift his head to plant a kiss on each of his freckled cheeks. “Did something happen on patrol that made you worry about me?”
“Only everything.” He sighs.
“Come on. Let me draw you a bath, then. You deserve to relax.” You shuffle and coax him to move towards the bathroom down the hall.
“I can draw my own bath, baby, you have to make dinner.”
“Did I ask if you could draw your own bath?” You quirk a brow at him as you open the door and gesture for him to step in. “You’re off tomorrow. We have all the time in the world tonight. Let me take care of you like you take care of everyone else.”
Soon, the bathroom fills with hot steam and you’re helping him out of his costume. While he sinks into the warm water with a heavy exhale, you take the dirty clothes to the laundry room before returning.
“Thank you.”
His eyes drink you up when you step back inside. No matter how many times he shows you how much he loves and wants you, your ears always burn like a lovesick schoolgirl.
“Go get another towel, baby, and then you can join me.” His tone takes on a sultry note.
Fuck, your husband is sexy.
“Oh?” You taunt, stepping close enough to brush his neck with your lips before pulling away. “You know, Izuku, I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
“Then won’t you undress for me and give me a show, honeydoodle?”
An ache settles between your legs. His sculpted body beckons you as his muscles stretch underneath his skin when he offers a hand to you. Soft, green eyes swirl in a whirlpool of danger and desire when you peel out of your sports bra and briefs.
There is suddenly too much space between you.
He blinks and you’re saddled across his waist, thighs sandwiched together between the porcelain tub. Your folds hug his twitching cock and every breath becomes a gasp; you no longer drink air, you chug it.
“You’re such a good girl.” The praise is the missing link. “You do so good. Take such good care of me.”
Your lips crash into his. You are two star-crossed lovers suffocating on the nectar of passion, wallowing in the pit of self-gratification as his fingers bruise your thighs, your stomach, your breasts.
And hot damn when he pinches your nipples you swoon. Your hair tickles the surface of the water as you throw your head back, soft cries harmonizing with Izuku’s deep moans.
“Fuck, baby, got me so hard. Want to remind you how much I love you.”
And he does. Every feral rut between your folds, every desperate bite on your skin, every tender kiss bleeds into your skin and saturates you down to the bone.
“Want you inside me, ‘Zuku.” You murmur, tugging at his hair and pawing at his chest. Already, your hips rock back and forth in a silent plea.
“Do you? My good girl wants me to fill her up with my cum, huh?” His words vibrate against your skin. He shifts around, uncaring of the water splashing precariously at the edge of the tub. “Hold on, baby, I’ve got you.”
Mouth. Hands. Legs. Your limbs dance around each other as the awkward setting calls for some maneuvering. But when he’s finally got his swollen head prodding at your entrance, you hear heaven calling.
He drives in deep and your walls soak him up, the first sparks of your orgasm kick-started as you hastily grind against him.
You need him.
God, you need him.
Heat simmers in your gut and bubbles like lava until the fever is shared between the two of you. Izuku’s hands move to the back of your head, pulling taut on your hair to arch you closer to him. Dark hickeys litter your chest, scarring the mounds of flesh with evidence of his affectionate assault.
Your hands ravage the plains of his body. Nail marks paint his back, accentuated by the bite marks tattooed on his neck. Izuku begins a lazy thrust as his orgasm creeps closer and your cries stretch toward a crescendo as you ride into oblivion with him.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Right there. Doing such a good job. Fuck , you’re gorgeous. Taking in all of my cum. Taking such good care of me.”
Ragged pants accentuate every thrust until desperation mounts and his tight grip moves to your ass as he redoubles his efforts.
Your climax crashes into you like a burning light, white hot and blinding. For a moment suspended in time you both hold your breath, foreheads pressed together as you share one body, one soul, one home .
And then you scream as your juices coat his clenched stomach and your trembling thighs. Ropes of thick, white semen ride a one-way ticket to your womb as he gently strokes the base of his cock, making sure you take every drop.
His hands massage large circles against your bottom as you collapse against his chest.
“Good girl.” He praises. “I’m so proud of you.”
Thoroughly ruined, you can only respond with another heated kiss as ecstasy swallows you up.