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Your Izuku writing is 💋🤌 chefs kiss, so good. Prompt #3 in fluff I feel like would be so cute with grown up hero Midorya, with some sweet romantic tension if you feel like writing about it! Not really sure how detailed a request senario should be, but I was thinking something along the lines of coffee shop, reader is the barista at a cafe that Iz frequents (long time crush type thing going on, where they both like eachother but are too shy to say). Reader spills coffee everywhere as Izuku walks in. its funny at first, cue prompt, all cute laughs… but then he gets serious when he realises she has burnt her hand or something lol. And thenn she wants to get on with her shift but he wont let her until her hand is all treated... ✨romanic tension✨. Very cliche, but im a sucker for those coffee shop fics... honestly take it in whatever direction cause your writing is awesome !

[Author's notes:

You have no idea how happy this ask made me and I loved your concept so I did my best to do it justice. Also, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth the wait!

summary: Y/N works at a coffee shop where ProHero!Deku frequents and one evening, an accident brings them closer than ever.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, lack of proof-reading, Y/N gets burnt]

The attack was over in seconds. The pro heroes had ended the villainous tyranny as quick as they had arrived on the scene, barely breaking a sweat. Yet they remained humble; smiling and waving to the crowds, reassuring the residents that they were now safe.

You watched them from the large window of the coffee shop where you worked, the crowds gathering around the heros and cheering. The sun blared off the heros armour like a God. Soon enough, though, the heros made their leave to make sure the villain was locked away for good.

You sighed as you watched everyone disperse, going back to their normal lives. As much as you enjoyed watching the heros at work, a part of you wished that someone else would turn up - someone you'd had your eye on for a very long time. A hero by the name of Deku. He would come into the coffee shop sometimes and although he was mostly always wearing casual clothing, you recognised him from a few major fights around town. You had seen his resilience in the face of evil and it was admirable, to say the least. Not to mention, he was super cute and always thanked you when you served him coffee with a smile.

However, in the few weeks that you had met, he never once engaged in more than small talk. Was he just too busy? Did he find me boring? You had thought. Or was he genuinely interested in what my commute to work was like?

Your contemplation was interrupted by your boss talking beside you. "Bloody miracle no one got hurt. That villain was huge!" She commented, hands on her hips and looking out the window. "Those heroes are pretty strong to take down a guy like that." You just nodded.

"The only drawback is...they stole all our customers!" Your boss groaned dramatically. You laughed a little as you surveyed the empty café. The brown leather armchairs looked so lonely for once. A bit of dust swirled in the sunlight beside it and the chairs by the windows had been knocked over as people had scrambled to the doors a few minutes ago. I guess it's always exciting to see a fight go down; you even stopped brewing coffee just to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Your boss looked over to you, smiling smugly. "Sorry your heartthrob hero didn't turn up this time."

"What are you talking about?" You squeaked, trying to hide your blush behind your hair.

"Oh come on, Y/N! We both know that you've got the hots for that hunk of broccoli man and it seems like he does too." She teased, leaning her back against the counter.

You were about to laugh at how your boss referred to Deku but then you realised... "You think he likes me too?" You asked incredulously, eyes wide.

She scoffed with her usual dramatics, her voice becoming louder and more enthusiastic. "Yes! You really haven't noticed?"

You shook your head and half shrugged. "I mean...he's always nice to me?"

An eyeroll from the taller lady. "Y/N." She looked down at you under her eyebrows almost pitifully but with a knowing smile. "You should have seen him the other day. After you served him."

You urged her to go on with a curious look.

"You were serving coffee to that old guy by the window and you read out the menu when he forgot his glasses. I was working very hard doing managerial things," You giggled at that. "when I realised...he was totally checking you out!"

Your face exploded in a red flush. "Y-you're kidding!"

Her head shook furiously. "No way! He looked completely whipped by you."

The fact that your boss was telling you this was making your cheeks burn, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Was this true? Did Deku really like you? The thought sent a smile to your face, a giddy feeling rushing through your body.

Deku had always caught your attention - along with many others - because of his selfless acts of kindness and heroism. Those green eyes were so full of wonder and every time he reached for the coffee cup you handed him, you noticed the thin scars across his knuckles. You hoped that he didn't catch you staring but you also wished that you could trace your hands over his, feeling the broken skin now healed. You wanted to know all his stories. But you were both too shy to initiate any contact.

The time was now 4pm which meant it was almost the end of your bosses shift so you took this moment to clear the tables of mugs and saucers, making sure everything was spotless, since you'd be serving for a few more hours. You took a lot of pride in your job because you genuinely enjoyed it - serving interesting people coffee and watching as they carried out their lives - it was a form of meditation that you'd come to crave. Sure, there were days where you felt like your head was going to explode from trying to keep track of everything or a nasty customer would give you grief, but honestly, you were content with just being here - making a difference in the smallest of ways. You wondered about Deku in this moment; does he feel the same way?

It was only going to be you left in the shop this evening which you were fine with since it was a Tuesday night and it didn't get very busy usually. You grabbed your phone and set up your playlist, connecting it to the shop speakers.

Your boss emerged from the back of the store with her bag and stuffed her brown apron into it. "Can you make sure the dishwasher goes on tonight? Jacob didn't put it on last shift." She groaned with an eyeroll.

You smiled and nodded. "Will do."

"Oh, and remember to-"

"Set the alarm before I leave. Let me guess, he didn't do that either?" You couldn't help but giggle at your bosses irritated face.

"Well, at least I know the shop is in safe hands tonight." She sighed and gathered the last of her things. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called as she headed for the door with a wave.

Once you farewelled her, you took a deep breath and looked around. The shop was quiet for now but you knew that people would still come at this time in the afternoon and you wanted to make their time after work a pleasant one. Therefore, you took extra care in rearranging the wooden chairs neatly, wiping the tabletops until they sparkled and fluffing up the embroidered pillows on the brown leather couches. You had always felt a certain sense of care in relation to your job. When faced with a challenge or task, you found a great attitude always made things easier and more enjoyable. After all, you are what you think.

The sound of passing cars and the occasional train horn were mixed with the chatter of a couple of patrons and the gentle clinking of porcelain. Your music playlist had mellowed into a relaxing Japanese song and in that moment - carefully drying a glass with a striped teatowel - you felt truly at peace. And as you greeted the customer walking through the door with a chime, you made a promise to yourself to make this day an enjoyable one for all.

A couple of hours later, you were in the middle of making a flat white for one of the few customers that sat scattered around the shop. The strong scent of coffee filled your senses as you poured the steaming milk into a mug skillfully. Doing this had become second nature to you, but even so, you never really tired of it. No two coffees were really the same. You took a moment to swirl the milk back and forth to create a pattern in the froth and placed the copper mug on a matching saucer. The customer thanked you wholeheartedly as you placed the art in front of them at their table with a smile. A polite but genuine interaction.

As you were walking back to the counter, you heard the bell chime above the door and spun your head around to greet them. However, your voice sort of failed you once you saw who it was.

"Deku?" You asked, surprised. This seemed to startle him as he hurried to shush you.

"U-um, I don't want to be recognised." He half-whispered to you, looking around.

You felt bad for almost outing him but did he really think that black beanie was going to disguise him? After all, you recognised him almost straight away. You softly winced an apology and led him to the counter.

"Well then...what can I get you, stranger?" You joked with a friendly smile in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work because he laughed a little and you could see his shoulders visibly relax.

"I'll have whatever you feel like making."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're letting me decide?"

He nodded a little too enthusiastically which you found cute and leaned on the wooden counter.

You couldn't help but giggle and take on his challenge. "Alright, won't be long then, sir."

He blushed a little and took a seat by the counter. "Call me Izuku."

You nodded in response casually and went back to filling the coffee pot, although, on the inside you were ecstatic at having permission to use his real name.

It was mostly silent between the two of you as you made his drink but it wasn't uncomfortable at all, actually, he seemed to enjoy watching you. His green eyes followed your every action, taking in the slow way you stirred the chocolate powder with a bit of hot water. Even this small action seemed to calm him and the smell was divine.

You almost took him by surprise when you placed the mug in front of him with a smile.

"Done already?" He asked, eyes wide and full of excitement.

You nodded and leaned against the counter, smiling proudly. "I make this a lot at home so..."

Izuku listened intently but when he realised you had nothing else to say, he brought the mug up to his lips, the steam kissing his freckled face.

It was a dark chocolatey colour and there were a few specks of dark brown - a spice that he recognised the smell of immediately - cinnamon. Although, when he tasted the beverage, there was another flavour he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was stronger than cinnamon and sort of nutty but with a similar warmth.

"It's my favourite way to make hot chocolate; with a little bit of cinnamon and a pinch of ground cloves." You explained.

Izuku's smile matched the warmth of the drink and he curled his scarred fingers around the mug. "I love it. Thank you."

Although you were used to genuine thanks in this job, gratitude from the Number 1 Hero was beyond belief. A blush crept its way up your cheeks and you struggled to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so beautiful - an impossible shade of green - with no malicious intent. Surely these weren't the same eyes that faced dangerous villains on the daily?

"Um...what do I owe you?" He suddenly asked, snapping your attention away from your daydreams. You cocked your head to the side, confused, until he pulled out his wallet (was that All Might on the front of it?) and began to start sifting through it.

"What? No, nothing! It's on the house." You flustered, shaking your hands in rejection.

"I can't just take it for free. Here." Izuku persisted, holding out some money to you.

"No, really, it's fine. I wanted to make it for you anyway."

"Just because I'm the Number One Hero, doesn't mean I can't pay for a drink."

"I'm not saying that-"

"Look, just take it. Please."

"No."

Clink. The money is put in the tip jar. Silence takes over as you stare at each other. You can see the smile creeping onto his face and you both begin to laugh, seemingly taken aback by both of your childishness.

"I never knew you were so stubborn." You joked, wiping away a warm tear from your sudden laughing fit.

"The same goes for you." His smile is infectious.

After quickly serving a customer, you smirked a little at Izuku as he continued to sip at his drink. "So, that's your disguise, huh?"

The hero brought up his hand to his head, fixing the black beanie atop his dark green waves.

"I mean, it suits you, but why don't you want to be recognised?" You pondered, steaming some milk. "I thought heroes liked getting noticed?"

He seemed a little sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down shyly. "Well, um...the truth is...I wanted a chance to ask you out properly."

Did you hear him right? Did the Deku just say he wanted to go out with you?

Your heart was pounding in your chest like never before. You suddenly felt very hot, namely, in your right hand. Wait, why was that?

You winced all of a sudden, dropping the mug with a loud clatter. A few customers snapped their attention over from the sound.

Deku's eyes widened a little and stood up. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

You shook your head, profusely, embarrassed at making such a mess and acting like a fool in front of him. "N-no, it's fine."

He felt bad for making you drop the drink you were making but his guilty thoughts were immediately replaced by concern once he saw the careful way you held your right hand.

"Are you hurt?" Izuku asked, with a seriousness in his voice that you'd never heard before. And although you said you were fine, your watery eyes said otherwise.

"I-it's just a burn. No biggie." You smiled a little at him, searching under the counter to grab a cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor. But before you could, Izuku's hand gently grasped yours, making you look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together as he inspected the burn on your hand, careful not to touch it. His hands were hot from the beverage and most likely from his previous embarrassment.

"You should put this under cold water for a few minutes." He recommended like a doctor, scanning around the back counter for a sink.

You shook your head slightly. "It's okay. I've got coffee orders to make." Your stubbornness was showing again and Izuku noticed it, becoming more serious, but also concerned.

"Y/N, don't worry about it. It's my job to help people. Now, go." There was no arguing with him so you retreated to the back and ran your burnt hand under the cool water. It hurt at first but it quickly became soothing and you knew that you needed to keep it submerged for a while. A sigh escaped your lips once you were alone, having nothing to do but think about Izukus confession. The thought of going out with him was like a dream. You had liked him for so long and you craved to know more about him, other than just his pro hero work. You wondered what he did in his spare time, what he liked to eat, what his favourite movie was, what it was like to kiss him? You blushed at the thought of his lips, but you couldn't help it; they just looked so kissable and his smile was to die for. Maybe he had thought about kissing you too?

After a few more minutes, you emerged from the back to see more people than you've ever seen in your coffee shop, all huddled around the counter. Deku was in the middle of it, beanie now discarded and doing his best to fulfill orders that he received from his doting fans.

Oh, no. This is bad. Does Izuku even know how to make coffee? You thought to yourself.

Yet, the Number One Hero seemed to be doing incredibly, serving out drinks left, right and center. You were impressed. Another thing you didn't know about him.

Thankfully though, you realised that it was late and stepped forward to announce the closing call. Deku helped you file the people out of the coffee shop, happily farewelling his supporters into the night.

Once everyone had left, you turned the sign around to display that the cafe was now closed, and thank God for that. You heaved a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding onto. "Well...that was something." You joked, your hand on your hip as you smiled at Izuku.

He chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beanie and dusting coffee grains off it. "Sorry about that. I got recognised."

You scoffed and smirked at him, walking back over to the counter. "What did you expect? Your disguise wasn't exactly genius."

He laughed a little, shuffling his feet.

You bit your lip in the silence. "And, um, you're incredibly handsome too, so..." You shrugged a little. Oh my gosh, I'm flirting with Deku.

His smile grew and his eyes softened as he stared at you. "Thank you."

Another patch of comfortable silence.

"How's your hand now?" He asked, breaking the stillness and stepping closer to you.

Your breath hitched as you felt the heat radiating off his body from how close he was and you could slightly smell hot chocolate on his breath. Gently, he took your injured hand in his larger ones and examined it. He sighed. "If only I had a healing quirk."

This made you laugh. "Don't be silly. Your quirk is way cooler than that." Your smile softened as you looked at him. "But, thank you. It'll heal by itself sure enough." You reassured him with an angelic smile that made his heart melt. He suddenly remembered why he came here tonight.

"Um, Y/N...so, would you like to go out with me?" He had done it. He had asked. But that didn't stop his heart from hammering in his chest and his mouth from feeling dry. He awaited your answer nervously, fiddling with the beanie in his warm hands.

When he glanced up again, your lips connected with his in a short but electric kiss. "Does that answer your question?" A whisper against his lips.

Izuku smiled, pulling you close by the waist. "So, you've been waiting for this as long as I have, then?"

You tangled your hands through his hair and beamed up at him. "Longer."

#mha fanfiction #mha deku #izuku midoriya #bnha #readerinsert #proherodeku #dekuxreader #coffeeshop #cafe #cute #mharequest

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midoriaww · 3 years ago

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Izuku Midoriya Headcanon

Izuku is not used to having things to himself; growing up with Bakugou, he always felt like he got second best or was forgotten. Now that he had you, he'd be estatic to call you his and this would show mostly when he was fucking the shit out of you. "Mine." He'd growl occasionally in your ear, driving you crazy. And he'd probably apologise and be embarassed afterwards, hoping he hadn't made you uncomfortable but you surprise him when you confess that you liked it. And what surprised him more was the feeling of blood rushing back to his nether regions after you had told him this.

#mha #izuku midoriya #mha imagines #mha deku #bnha #mha headcanons #mha smut

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midoriaww · 3 years ago

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Forgotten Essay

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Summary: Y/N and Iida get steamy in the study hall after school~

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female masturbation, oral sex female receiving, both participants are high school students]

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It'd been a long time since you'd had some fun and it was getting to you. Being single wasn't easy. You seemed to try to talk to anyone, letting cute strangers enter your fantasies. It was embarrassing.

As of now, you were stuck in the study hall after school had finished, trying to catch up on your school work. It's definitely a problem when you don't even pay attention in class. You knew that if you didn't finish this assignment you'd fall behind in your studies. However, the way your stockings were riding up against your underwear as you sat at your desk was distracting, to say the least. Not to mention, your crush was sitting at the other side of the study hall, his glasses slipping down his streamline nose as he read.

The last group of students were packing up to leave the room and you glanced at the clock on the wall. Damn. It's already 7pm? You sighed. You'd hardly gotten out one paragraph in the few hours that you'd been sitting here.

Now, not to say that you were struggling with the classes teachings but you were finding it difficult to focus all of a sudden. It was as if a switch had been flipped...and it was all Tenya Iida's fault. Your crush. The classmate who sat a few tables away from you on this quiet night, engrossed in whatever he was reading.

Surely, there had to be some sort of rational explanation for this; feelings don't just happen overnight. However, in your case, it seemed this was the case.

That stupid class presentation. That must have been the start of this feeling that you couldn't get over. The feeling of absolute want.

You usually sat at the front of the class and that day was no exception, although, it proved to be a problem because when Tenya Iida stood at the front of the class to do his presentation, you noticed something. Something that caught you completely off guard. You could hardly avert your eyes because that day, Tenya Iida had a hard-on.

Yupp. Man went up in front of the whole class to present his work but ended up presenting something else.

Thankfully, no one else seemed to notice. What's stranger is that he himself didn't seem to notice either! How is that possible? Surely he'd have to be thinking about some lewd stuff for that to happen, right? These sort of things don't just happen, do they? You honestly didn't know because you hadn't dated much and weren't very knowledgeable about the male body.

You shook yourself out of your trance. Why can't you forget about this? You find yourself thinking about it every chance you can get. Is there something wrong with you?

God, these stockings were driving you crazy - the seams were rubbing harshly against your lady parts - it was almost painful. Maybe you should just take the stockings off? You're sure you could slip out of them without Iida noticing. You and Iida were the only ones in the room, after all.

So, you decided to give it a go for the sake of comfort and carefully slid your hand up your skirt, grasping the waistband and stretching it over your hips. The cool night breeze coming from the open hallway door sent a shiver down your spine. With a second thought, you pulled them back up, frowning, as it was too cold.

Instead, you pinched the seam around the front of the black fabric and pulled it away from your poor lady parts. They felt sort of numb now.

You sat in silence for a bit, contemplating whether or not you should try and bring the feeling back into your womanhood somehow. You glanced over in the direction where Iida's sitting and watch him for a moment. His slight fringe hangs over his forehead, his head down, and holding the corner of a books pages. You couldn't see his eyes but you were sure they were darting back and forth across the page, trying to absorb all the information they could. Otherwise, he was unmoving. Like a statue.

You decided to go for it. It's not like you were getting anywhere with this essay anyway.

Sliding your hand into your stockings, you placed your fingers against the warm fabric of your panties and bit your lip as you realised how damp they were. Rubbing your finger over your covered clit gently brought back some life to it and after a while, the feeling had returned to your organs.

So why didn't you stop?

Why couldn't you stop?

You have to stop. Iida's sitting right over there!

Oh, God, you really are in way over your head. You'd never felt this way before. It was so wrong.

But your fingers wouldn't stop rubbing, your hips wouldn't stop rolling in your chair, your breathing becoming faster.

You quickly looked over to Iida's desk, fearful that you may lock eyes with him, but he hadn't moved an inch. He must not be able to hear you from across the room. Or maybe he had earphones in? Either way, you took this as a chance to keep going. After all, you were starved.

As you kept touching yourself under your desk, you found yourself glancing over to Iida more and more; admiring the way his sweater fit him so perfectly, his tie tied neatly and straight, his finger tapping on the desk slowly in concentration.

You thought back to his class presentation, how you were at eye-level with that bulge in his grey pants and how he spoke with such authority and intelligence. A groan escaped your lips and you quickly clasped your free hand over your mouth. Iida repositioned himself in his seat a little but seemed none the wiser to your situation.

You breathed out in relief. That was close.

You knew this was wrong but it was also strangely thrilling - hiding what you were doing from him like this - it just made you more excited. You two, completely alone in this expansive building, where he could ravage you in secret on one of the school desks if he wanted. Truthfully, you'd thought about it before; especially on the day of the presentation. The thought of your classmate picking you up by the waist gently and placing you on the surface of the wooden desk, his leg pushing between your thighs to split them apart as he kissed you deeply. You imagined the groans escaping his lips as you'd run your hand up his shirt, feeling his toned torso.

God, you were really getting ahead of yourself here. The two of you had hardly talked!

There's no way he'd be interested in me. You thought, your pace now slowing discouragingly as you stared down at your thighs. Iida's not the type to jump into things unexpectedly. Especially not love.

A grip on your hand startled you, making you gasp and look up from your desk. Iida stood there, a huge blush on his face, biting his lips nervously. However, his gaze was locked on you which sent shivers into your already wet panties.

"Don't stop." He almost whispered.

Your eyes widened. Does this mean...he knows? A quick glance downwards confirmed your suspicions and you swallowed apprehensively. You didn't know what to do now. You felt embarrassed beyond all compare and your wetness glistened on your fingertips, Iida's grip still tight on your wrist.

Slowly, he brought your hand closer to his mouth and closed his eyes gently whilst sucking the liquid from your fingers. You gasped and couldn't stop a low groan leaving your mouth as you watched him. This couldn't be happening! It's like one of my fantasies.

As you tried to make sense of the situation, the blushing boy surprised you by kissing you on the back of the hand after he had finished cleaning you up. This gentlemanly act made your heart swell and you pounced on him without hesitation, pulling him in for a long and deep kiss. The noise he made was incredible and he followed your passionate actions by grabbing you by the waist, tugging you against his chest.

Now standing, he leant against your desk, lifting you up onto his lap and you wrapped your legs around his waist, the kiss becoming more and more heated.

Your head was spinning. This was so unlike him. At least, that's the impression he gave off - earnest, disciplined, intelligent - but right now, it was as if he'd lost all control, all rational thinking. I guess that makes both of us. You giggled internally to yourself.

You felt his tongue slide against yours, tasting his spit and your sweet arousal mix with your own saliva. You had to fight back a moan, embarrassed that you were literally drooling at the action but Iida freed it anyway by gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. He winced and pulled you tightly up onto his lap, now sitting on your desk, your papers crumpling beneath him - not that you minded. On top of him like this, you could feel the bulge in his pants for real. Ever since that day you had wondered what he'd feel like, the noises he'd make if you rutted up against him. Ever so slightly, you moved your hips against his clothed erection, gently grinding. The groan he let out was like nothing you'd ever heard or expected from him - the class rep. Seeing this side of him gave you such a feeling of power and excitement. You wondered what else he was hiding from you.

As another groan escaped his lips from your hip movements, you took this moment to latch your lips to his neck, fumbling your hands to his tie to loosen it and free more of his delicious skin. You could feel the heat coming off his cheeks as you gave him a small hickey just above his right collarbone. It was easy to get lost in where you were and you were only reminded when he suddenly picked you up and spun around, trading places with you. Now sitting on the desk, he kissed you deeply as he stood in between your legs, making you lean back with the sheer force of his passion. His hand hesitantly made it's way down to your skirt, first running his hand up your thigh and then snapping the band of your stockings against your hips, which made you yelp in surprise. His lips disconnected from you and he looked sorry, glancing down at your skirt flipped upwards. Just a thin knit of silk between him and heaven.

"Do you want them off?" He asked gently, his eyes not leaving you now, begging for permission. You saw such want in those eyes of his, hidden behind glasses of curiousity - such need.

You nodded and verbalised your desires. "Yes, Iida. Please."

He nodded without a word and slowly knelt down to be at eye level with your covered pussy. God, he wanted it. Iida gently grasped the waistband of your stockings and pulled them down your legs. You didn't take him for the sort of guy that would leave a job half done (but then again, none of what he was doing right now was your impression of him) as he left the stockings halfway down your calves and he focused back on your underwear. The sight of them made his pants tighten with the growing bulge and he could clearly see how damp your panties were.

Before he could even ask permission, you whispered sweetly. "Please...play with me?" Your voice made his heart flip in his chest and he gently pressed his tongue against the damp spot in your panties, tasting you through the fabric. It was almost teasing the way he did this. It was torture not to feel his wet tongue on your bare clit and you wondered if he had meant to be so taunting.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before his slender fingers were peeling off your ruined panties and the cold air rushed against your core. He must have noticed your discomfort in the change in temperature because his mouth was on you once again. And it felt incredible. It was like he was making out with your entrance and collecting all it had to offer.

"I-Iida..." You started, bringing your hand down to join him. He watched your fingers gently run over your clit and felt your hips shiver as you felt the shock of sensitivity. He was in heaven right now - glancing up to see your blushing face contorted into pleasure and your fingers play with the cute little bud above where his tongue dove into you. It made him moan against you and quicken his pace, closing his eyes, feeling every inch of you more clearly with this sense absent.

Your high-pitched squeaks and mewls spurred him along, making him moan your name against your skin.

"Nng...Y/N...I-I've wanted you for so long." This confession surprised you and you stared down at him as he continued to pleasure you, speaking in between swipes of his tongue. "You're so beautiful...god...how can I resist you?"

You ran your hand through his dark hair and hummed, making him look up at you. His eyes were a little watery and so dark, full of lust. You smiled softly at him.

"Then don't."

#bnha smut #my hero academia smut #tenya iida #mha #bnha #smut #18+#fanfic #lemon #readerinsert

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midoriaww · 3 years ago

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Izuku Midoriya Imagine

Imagine being Izuku's partner and holding his hand whilst you walk down the street or giving him kisses on his bruised knuckles or carrying around some cute band-aids everywhere you two go because you'd do anything to protect and help him no matter how small.

#bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #deku #mha imagines #cute #fluff

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midoriaww · 3 years ago

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Request a prompt!

Soooo, I wanted to try writing some one-shots using some prompts that are suggested to me, so go ahead and request a scenario, if you'd like!

angst

"Why did you scream like that?"

2. "Go and live with her, then! See if I care!"

3. "You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

4. "Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

5. "I want to turn back the clock to before."

6. "I want to be there when you get what's coming to you."

smut

"You embarrassed me this evening."

2. "You were always the quiet one."

3. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

4. "We could get arrested for this."

5. "Maybe you'll take me out one day, or do I have to make an appointment?"

6. "Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone."

fluff

"The way you flirt is shameful."

2. "Don't upset your father, not now."

3. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

4. "I'm ready to try again, if you are?"

5. "But this is the only thing that's made these past few years bearable."

6. "I miss moments like this more than anything."

#mha imagines #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #creative writing #requests open #my hero academia #bokunoheroacademia

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midoriaww · 3 years ago

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The Bath in the Storm

[Authors notes:

Summary: Y/N giving Izuku some well-deserved care with a bathtub date!

warnings: contains some suggestive content, SUPER fluff and comfort, giving Izuku the love he deserves, female reader insert]

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"Izuku!" You called out from the open bathroom door, the sound of the bathtub filling with water echoing off the walls.

"Yes, Y/N?" He called back from his bedroom.

You huffed a little. Had he still not finished his paperwork yet? Izuku had been working incredibly hard lately and you knew that he would go above and beyond to meet deadlines and look after others but he rarely thought about himself. You loved him for his selflessness but you couldn't just sit idly by and watch him waste away at the expense of his goals. Everything in life has to have a balance. That's why you had the idea of giving him a night of pampering and attention. You loved him soooo much and you yearned to release all the tension from his body with your magic massages. Although, you were growing impatient whilst you waited for him to finish working. You didn't want the water to get cold.

You slowly slinked into the bedroom where Izuku sat at his desk, the lamp light casting his body in a silhouette.

"Izuku~" You sang softly against his earlobe as you hugged his shoulders from behind.

His body tensed and he shivered a little as your breath tickled his neck. "W-what is it, Y/N?" The green haired boy asked nervously, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Are you done yet?" You asked him sweetly, nuzzling your face into his neck. The All Might hoodie he was wearing was warm and the fabric was soft.

Izuku hummed in a smile, enjoying the affection from you. "Almost. I just need to email it." His scarred fingers clicked away at the keyboard of the laptop.

You squeezed his chest gently. "Okay! Come to the bathroom when you're done, sweetie." The cheek kiss you gave him made his blush darken and his smile grow. He couldn't wait to be done with this paperwork.

As you waited in the bathroom, you took some time to set up; lighting candles of lavender and peppermint, filling the bathtub with bubbles, and gathering the fluffiest towels for when you're done. After all, it's the little things that matter. The rain was beginning to fall outside the window and the sky was darker than usual even though it was nighttime now. You opened the window of the bathroom a crack to enhance the sound of the raindrops falling. It was so peaceful.

"I'm done, Y/N!" You heard Izuku's voice call down the hallway.

"Great! Come to the bathroom."

"Sweetheart, the light isn't even on-" Izuku was about to say as he reached for the light switch but stopped in his tracks when he saw you. You sat on the side of the large bathtub with just a towel around your body, your hair tied up in a messy bun on top of your head. His eyes shone in the candlelight and you watched him scan over the room.

He smiled gently. "Are you going to take a bath?"

You shook your head playfully. "No. We're going to take a bath." You stood up and pulled him closer gently by the hand.

His face turned red and he suddenly couldn't make eye contact with you. "W-what? But why? Don't you think it's a little too cramped in there anyway? And I don't want to ruin your relaxing evening-"

"Izuku." You cut off his rambling and ran your thumb over the back of his hand as you held it. "I wanted to treat you. You've been working so hard recently that I wanted to give you a bit of time to relax." You drew in a breath and smiled at him. "So please, let me spoil you."

The hero's eyes were full of adoration and he looked genuinely shocked, but pleased. He nodded quickly, a blush still on his face. "Y-yes, of course. I mean...I'd like that." You gave him a sweet smile and leaned in to kiss his lips gently. His lips were soft and parted a little.

Once you pulled away softly, you stepped back and looked him up and down, to which he became a little nervous. "Uh, Y/N?"

"Let me undress you."

"Y-you don't have to do that."

"But I want to. I don't want you doing a thing tonight." He nodded slowly and complied, letting you undress him.

First, you grabbed the hem of his All Might hoodie and gently (he would be sad if anything bad happened to it) lifted it over his head. You giggled at the sight of his hair becoming all messy once you got it off. "Cute hair, baby." You ruffled his hair a little, earning a big smile from him.

Next, his shirt was the next thing to disappear. As you took items of clothing off his body, you neatly folded them and piled them on the bench by the sink. You would take the utmost care in everything tonight - he deserved it.

You both blushed a little as your hands slid down his torso to the elastic of his sweatpants. God, he looked so stunning wearing those. You'd always drool at the sight of him, especially when he put his hands in his pockets. There was something oddly sexy about that. Glancing up at him for consent (and to see his adorable blushy face) you began to gently dig your fingers in-between the fabric and his hips. My god, his hips. The skin was so soft and smooth - untouched. The angle of his pelvic bone reaching down and creating a 'v' shape that was also oddly sexy.

Pulling down his sweatpants and giggling when he sorta hopped out of them, all that was left were his boxers. The black fabric hugged his figure so nicely that you found yourself gushing over how attractive he looked. "You've got such a cute butt, Izuku!"

He laughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Yours is cuter." He remarked to which you smirked.

"I seriously doubt that." You joked and reached your hand around him to pinch his butt. He let out a little squeak and blushed hard as you laughed.

"Alright, you're gonna regret that, Y/N." He laughed and grabbed your hips, pulling you into a hug. Now it was your turn to blush. You could definitely feel something against your crotch as you were face to face with Izuku, his strong arms holding you close to him. You watched his face as he hid a cheeky smile and slapped your butt through your towel.

You yelped in surprise and lightly hit his chest. "Meanie." You pouted and tried to free yourself from his grasp.

He smiled proudly down at you, his eyes completely focused on you. "Will a kiss make it better?"

You thought for a moment and then nodded, waiting for him to make the first move. Izuku's face grew so close that you could feel his breath on your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed and his lips locked with yours gently. The kiss was slow and loving and brought a sense of calm into your soul.

Pulling away delicately, you couldn't help but let out a relaxed sigh, a smile on your face as your eyes remained closed. Once you opened them, your boyfriends deep green eyes drew you in immediately; they stared at you with such adoration, full of emotion and enchantment. His gaze left you speechless as you blushed slightly, looking down to fiddle with the elastic of his boxer shorts.

"What is it?" He tilted his head a little with an amused smile.

You bit your lip lightly, bringing your hand to his face and caressing his cheek. Your touch was as light as a feather but it sent shivers down his spine, nonetheless. Your eyes scanned over his features like you were committing them to memory and your lips curved into a smile.

"You're beautiful...like, otherworldly...so incredibly stunning, Izuku."

His face exploded in red at your compliment and he struggled to squeak out a response. "I-I...umm-"

"Are you sure you're not an angel?" You smiled slyly and spun him around to jokingly check his back for wings.

He managed to laugh a little at your antics and pulled you close by the waist, looking down at you and biting his lip. The blushing boy pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, gently leaning closer to whisper to you. "I- I think you're the one who's an angel, baby."

You giggled and kissed his cheek a bunch of times in an explosion of affection, to which he laughed along with you and returned the favour.

As you held each other, his fingers ran down your arm and he pouted. "Are you cold? Why don't we get in the bath, sweetheart?" You weren't going to say no to that! You nodded eagerly and dropped your towel (which made Izuku blush no matter how many times he'd seen you) slipping into the hot, soapy water. You sighed happily and scooted to one side of the tub to leave room for your boyfriend to sit.

You had to physically restrain yourself from giving his butt a light smack when he pulled off his boxers and put them with the rest of his clothes. It just looked so perfect and squishy!

Finally, Izuku slid into the water as well, facing opposite you. You gave him a cute smile and swirled the water a little bit. "Is the temperature okay?"

He nodded and smiled back. "Yes, it's perfect."

You beamed at that comment which he thought was adorable - looking so proud of yourself.

"Oh," you started, twisting around to grab a small plate of chocolate covered strawberries. "I made these earlier."

Izuku's eyes lit up at the delicious treats in front of him and the care you put into decorating them.

You plucked one of the berries from the plate and held it out a little and you tutted when the green haired boy reached out to grab it. "Ah, ah, no hands. I wanna feed you." You told him, smiling playfully.

Although this made Izuku blush, he nodded and leaned forward, his mouth slightly ajar. Once he took a bite, his eyes widened and he smiled. "Wow, Y/N, those are really good! And they're so beautifully decorated."

You gave him a bright smile as you watched him chew away at the sweet treat. "Thanks, baby! I'm glad you like them." You giggled.

Izuku swallowed and held out one of the strawberries for you to eat. You two kept sharing until they were nearly all gone as the rain began to pelt down.

Glimpsing out the window, you could faintly see the dark storm clouds rolling over houses but you felt strangely safe although you sat in the dark. The small scented candles surprisingly let off a bit of light and the warmth of the water calmed you. Not to mention, Izukus' body beside yours, his skin feeling smooth against yours under the water. You admired him silently, a small smile on your face and he seemed embarrassed by the attention.

"What?" He asked, a blush covering his freckled cheeks.

You smiled and motioned for him to come closer. "Turn around. Let me wash your hair."

He nodded and slid through the water gently, struggling to spin around whilst sitting down. You giggled as you held him close, his back now against your chest.

"Is this comfortable?" You asked close to his ear which made him involuntarily shiver.

"Mmhmm." He nodded.

You began by gently running your wet hands through his hair, occasionally scratching his scalp. It was very quiet; just the sound of water trickling as you lifted your fingers out of the water, the comfortable hum from Izukus lips and the wind and rain outside. It was so peaceful, you could almost fall asleep right there.

As you began to wash his hair, you noticed his muscles were still quite tense. You sunk your head down into the crook of his shoulder and nipped at his damp skin lightly. He squeaked almost immediately and turned to look at you, his green eyes wide and his cheeks red. "Y-Y/N! What was that for?"

"If you don't relax, I'll have to make you." You whispered into his ear with a mischievous smile and ran your hands down his thighs a little. "Don't be so tense, Izuku."

"It's sort of hard to do," He swallowed harshly. "When you're touching me like that."

"Well, I don't hear any complaints." You giggled and moved away to grab a bottle of shampoo. "I'm just teasing, baby. But seriously, relax while I wash your hair." Giving him a soft smile and kissing the side of his head.

The shampoo had a floral scent and was a clear liquid that foamed up as you worked it through his hair. You lightly massaged his scalp as you spread the soap and his shoulders began to relax. After a while, he leant his head back onto your chest, pressing soapy bubbles between your breasts and looking up at you and giving you a beautiful relaxed smile.

You leant down to press a kiss to his temple and his eyes fluttered closed at the contact. "I love you." You whispered to his forehead, resting there for a moment.

"I love you too, Y/N." He whispered back, so softly as if he was afraid to break the silence - like it was a dream. And right here, with you, it definitely felt that way.

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