#sub midoryia

[cleewii]

rating: R18+

cw(s): 18+ content/MINORS DNI. sub! izuku, dom+gn! reader, izuku is into being called your wife, everyone is sort of a freak here

wanna make a housewife outta IZUKU.

i mean, it’s all just teasing at first. the occasional comment meant to pull that rosiness out of his cheeks whenever he makes you dinner or does your laundry for you.

“you’d make a good wife, izuku.” paired with a laugh that grows with the way his face blooms afterwards.

it’s all jokes, and he knew you didn’t mean anything by it, but slowly the jokes become more and more frequent. calling him your trophy wife, cute little housewife, telling him how pretty a ring would look on his finger.

when you have him laying against your chest, comfortable between your thighs, the jokes keep coming, even after you’ve already fucked him tender and dumb.

“y’could be my cute lil’ wife, you know.”

the soft feel of your lips against his skin has him shuddering a bit. the feeling only just feathers along his neck, then below his ear, until eventually your pressing kisses trailing across his temple.

“just stay home and look pretty f’me. never have to do all that horrible hero work.” your finger slides down from his soft cheek to his chin, turning his head to face you, all the while he’s staring into your eyes with a glazed over, fucked out expression that has a smile spreading across your face. “wouldn’t you like that, honey?”

“uh huh,” he nods, though the words aren’t reaching his brain. there’s only the light post-orgasm buzz warming him up inside, not a single thought can come through. he’d say yes to anything you’d propose right now, because in his eyes you’re divine, and he is nothing if not devoted to you. “please…”

“sweet thing,” you coo, “of course you would.”

“i’d get home from work n’ you’d be makin’ dinner while wearing that pretty ring i’d get you. as a present, i could bend you over the counter and fuck you on it, just like that…wouldn’t that be nice?”

the blood is starting to make its way back into his cock, and all he can do is stare wide eyed and stupid.

“could dress you up all nice and introduce you to my boss ‘n coworkers. And when we leave the party i’ll screw your pretty brains out in the backseat of the car for being so good f’me.”

you giggle a little, and it’s a sound so delicate and innocent he can hardly wrap his head around the filth coming out of your mouth. but that doesn’t stop the way it twists him up inside and leaves him squirming against you.

“bet you’d love that, huh baby?”

“Y-yes…yeah…oh—,” he groans. “please.” his face is starting to get hot, the rest of his body is already beginning to ache with the need searing in is cock. your words paint pictures in his mind that almost leaves spit trailing under his chin, and he’s not quite sure what to do. beg, cry, whine, it’s horrible, the way you toy with him. “please!”

“what’re you sayin’ please for?” Your fingers trail over his bare chest and teas across his pert nipples. “c’mon angel. use your words.”

“f-fuck…fuck me….!” he gasps. “please! make me…make me yours I—I wan’ it! i wan’ it! wanna be y—yours! please…please…please!”

“yeah? you wanna be mine that bad?”

“yes! oh…oh fuck—! yes!”

“but you’re already mine.” you press a kiss to his cheek. “tell me what you really want.”

his breath catches in his throat and it comes out a strangled whine, one that forces another shade of pink across his face.

‘what you really want’ it’s absurd, it’s embarrassing, but the longer you tease him the more he unravels, and he can feel himself slipping. “don’t—“

“oh c’mon angel…humor me won’t you?”

his lips press together tight as he stares at your hands, which lay on either side of his hip bones, thumbs tracing light circles against his skin. it’s a tantalizing feeling, a dull ache forming in his chest that threatens to bubble up into his throat, and he’s trying with the last threads of self control he has left to keep it at bay.

“do you hate the idea that much?”

“no!” he cries, shaking his head like he’s desperate. “n—no I….I….”

it’s too much. this feeling is too much, your touch is too much, the idea is too much.

But he loves it. he holds onto it like a secret he’ll only share with himself, but with you prodding this way, he’s worried he’ll spill.

He just can’t admit that he loves the joke a little too much.

[mysicklove]

i can imagine izuku still being a virgin and getting so pussydrunk because it's his first time

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘

Pairings: Virgin! Sub! Top! Pro-Hero! Izuku x Experienced! Dom! Bottom! AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Alcohol use, heavy overstimulation, vaginal penetration, biting, hickeys, creampie, crying, begging, nicknames,, multiple rounds

A/N: Guys Im going to be honest. This is lowkey mostly plot heavy and not too much smut. Im sorry anon I should have made it short and smutty, but I just had this idea and one thing lead to another... I will make short smut stuff!!!!!

Izuku was desperate to have sex. He may be doing fantastic career-wise, but his life in the sheets was dry. So unbelievably dry. He was so pent up, so frustrated, he needed it so badly. Every night he has to get himself off, and by god, he wanted more.

He met you a couple of weeks ago, and you have clouded his mind ever since. He doesn't even know your name. All he knows is you were wearing a red dress, and you kissed him so hard he couldn't breathe. Pressed your knee on his clothed cock, and just like nothing happened, disappeared.

He was drunk. The both of you were. He remembers the smell of alcohol on your breath, how flushed you look. He was probably no better, the fact that this happened at all means he had to be wasted. He barely has the confidence to talk to girls.

It happened at some sort of party that only celebrities or the rich attend, but with all the Google searches in the world, he couldn't find you. His search history was embarrassing.

But even so, he fantasized about you. The purr of your voice, the soft hands that ran over his muscular body, the way you said, “Such a pretty boy in front of me, you must have all the ladies in the palm of your hand, hmm?” while pressing your lips, coating with red lipstick, onto his neck.

He couldn't get you out of his head. He attended every single party, but alas he could never find you. He would end up at home, alone, touching himself.

Until he found you again, two months later. At another party.

He spills the champagne in his hands, when he sees you, eyes wide, before stumbling up and over to you. You are at a table by yourself, sipping on some sort of cocktail. You were in a dark blue tight dress today, and instead of that red lipstick that stained his neck, you were wearing clear lip gloss.

He awkwardly, and hesitantly taps your shoulder, and flushes when you turn around. The thoughts of that night come flooding back to him, and he has to look away so he doesn't get a hard-on.

“Oh! Deku, I didn't know you were here.” You say with a bright smile and he blinks at you. He just cannot stop thinking about the fact that this is the face he gets off to daily. The way you look now is so different than last time. You look so innocent, grinning so widely, it's nothing like the flushed, domineering persona you had that night.

Either way, it's still you and he gulps. “Hey! Yeah…I was invited.”

You smile into your glass cup. “I would hope so.”

He blushes. Such a stupid thing to say. Of course, he was invited and you were too, what was he even talking about? “So..What's your name?”

You hold out a hand and grin. “Y/N.”

He takes it and gently shakes it, trying to hold back his nervous shaking. “It's nice to me you, Im–”

“Deku?” You prompt with a tilt of your head.

He falters, “Uh yeah! But I was going to say, Izuku” He trails off and you laugh.

“Sorry. Got ahead of myself! It's nice to meet you Izuku.” And suddenly your facial features flip. That smirk is back. He loves it. “Your tie is all messed up, mind if I fix it?” He blushes but nods. You grin and grab onto the green tie, and he goes needle straight. “Yknow. You look awfully familiar, Izuku.” You say in a lone tone, that makes the blood flow straight to his cock.

He splutters, “You, you think so?” You drop the tie and hum. Your mouth opens, beginning another probably teasing remark when a call of your name cuts you off. A female voice, he takes specific note of.

You turn to him and smile. “Well, that's my cue. I'll see you around, pretty boy.”

He stands there staring at the space you just preoccupied with a blank face. And then it hits him. Pretty boy. That’s what you called him that night. You remember. You had to. He turns around quickly and says, “Wait!” but you are already gone. Hidden by the crowd of dancing and drinking rich idiots.

He eyes the cocktail you left, sighs, and finishes it off. He has gotta get some liquid courage in him if he wanted to be bold enough to deal with you.

He searched the party all night, but alas he couldn't find you. He almost began to give up hope, when suddenly he saw you. Alone, once again, and on the balcony. He sets his drink down and uses the silver reflection of his plate as a mirror to quickly brush through his hair. He sighs and then as calmly as he could so nobody would say anything, walks to the balcony.

When you hear the footsteps, you turn around, and when you see who exactly it is, you grin. He laughs nervously. “Woah, funny seeing you here, Y/N.”

You raise your eyebrow and turn to lean your back on the balcony ledge. “Oh don't give me that, I saw you looking for me all night like a lost puppy.” You throw your head back in a laugh and his ever-returning blush is back.

“Y-You knew? But, why didn't you…” He trails off when you step closer to him. Now you were less than a foot away, grinning up at him, he could almost feel your breasts press against him. He gulps and looks away, hoping to fight his arousal. He could smell the traces of alcohol.

You grab his face to make him look at you, and you lean forward like you are going to kiss him, and then pause, centimeters away. “Izuku, what do you want from me?”

“Everything.” He whispers eyes half-lidded as he stares at your lips.

You smile. “Good answer.” And then press his lips to his. He groans, low and softly, but leans into the kiss. He grabs your waist and presses you against him, and you pull away when you feel his hard cock. “Where should we go?” You prompt, basically inviting him to ask you to his place.

But, much to your dismay, he doesn't get it. “Bathroom,” He says, thinking back to that one night, and then leans forward for another kiss.

You pull away, eyebrows furrowed in disgust. His eyes widen when he feels your warmth disappear. “Bathroom, really? You–You are just like all the others. I thought after the whole romantic balcony scene you would at least have the decency to ask me to your place.” You turn around to head back inside.

He stumbles forward, and grabs your wrist, eyes pleading. “Wait! I'm sorry! I'm nervous, please come over! I've never done this before, I promise I'm not like the others,” He basically begs and this time your eyes widen.

“Oh my. Don't tell me, the number one pro hero, is a virgin?” He looks away and goes silent. You throw your head back in laugh at the confirmation, and he pouts. Then, you grab onto the green tie and pull him forward, he stumbles in front of you, the blush returning. “I'm going to have so much fun with you, pretty boy.”

Tonight was the best night ever, Izuku decides when his head is thrown back, mouth open, as you sink onto his cock. How could he be missing this all of his years? It was so much better than the fantasy. So much better.

“Oh god,” He groans, hands coming to your hips instinctually. You begin to steady your movements, sitting on your knees in his lap.

“How does it feel? After all this time, you finally lost your virginity,” You say with a grin, hand running down to trace his chest. He nods, a drunken smile pulling at his face.

He gazes down at your sexes and moans. “Feels good. Warm, mhmm so warm.” His voice cracks, “and tight. So much b-better than my hand.”

You laugh, but it comes out in broken pants, so you lean forward to kiss him. He pulls away quickly, eyes wide and panicked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum. No, no, it's too earlier. I can't” He shakes his head and clutches at the sheets beneath him, trying desperately to hold it back, as you continue to ride him.

You shake your head with an adoring gaze. “’s alright. We will just have to go again. And again and again, until you are all fucked out, hmm?”

He stares at you with hearts in his eyes, nodding rapidly. “Yes. Yes, please, please. Fuck. Cumming. I’m cuming!” And just like he said, he released his load in you and rolls his eyes back. Small gasps and a silent moan tumble down from his lips, and his hand shakes as he grips onto your hips.

You coax him through it with a smile, running your fingers through his unruly hair. When he comes down from his high he stares at you with a lazy grin, and the next thing you know you are being flipped over.

Your eyes widen as you feel Izuku start to move in and out again. It was surprising, he had just come down from his orgasm. Wasn't he being overstimulated? His pathetic whine answered your question. “Iz-Izuku, do you want to take a break?” You sigh when he begins to pick up the ruthless pace again.

He leans his head into your neck and shakes his head rapidly. His voice comes out in a pitchy whine, “But you said!” He grips the pillow next to your head and whimpers into your neck, feeling the pain of his spent cock being overworked.

“We can go again after you recover.” You gasp and clutch onto his back, sending nail marks down it. He groans. “So it won't hurt you.”

He shakes his head again and you can feel the drip of the tears falling onto your neck. He was trembling. “No. Please don't make me stop. ‘m good. So good. Feels so so good.”

You grin, maybe a little sadistically as you watch him begin to crumble. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. He moans, high pitched, and loud. He presses his lips to your neck, sucking and marking any area he can lay his mouth on. You crane your neck to allow his urges. “I love it. I love it.” He half murmurs half whines in between kisses.

“Hmm?” You respond, not trusting yourself to speak while he begins to pick up the pace. One hand grips onto his hair and the other continues to scratch his back.

“Your pussy. S-So warm and tight. ’s like it was made for me.” He gasps and you laugh, to the best of your ability.

You pull him back by the mop on his head and he whines, eyes shut, as his head tilts backward. “What happened to my bashful virgin? You're so lewd now.” His hips pick up the pace.

He tries to the best of his ability to shake his head but ultimately fails under your grip. “But I love it! I do!” You laugh at the ridiculous response and let go of his hair. He collapses back and immediately buries his face into your neck again. “Im going to cum again. Can I cum? Please, please.”

“So quick. Still have a virgin body. Alright. For me, yeah?”

He nods a little embarrassed, and he feels his muscles begin to contract. He bites down on your shoulder and you hiss, but he ignores it, riding his second orgasm through. It's stronger and harder than the first and he screams into your skin, tears falling copiously down his round, flushed cheeks.

He peers down and widens his eyes when he sees his cum begin to leak out of your pussy. He gulps, feeling himself get hard once again, and flips you over immediately. “More. More. Please, just one more. One more time.” He lays completely on top of you and interjoins his fingers with yours.

He uses his arm to lift your hips up so that it was easier to fuck. It makes you raise your eyebrows. He must have watched a lot of porn to know that trick.

“What if I say no?” You tease and he releases an unsteady whine. His eyes are blurry from the tears.

“Please don't say no. Please, I love it. I love it so much. Please, Y/N!” He begs, dropping his head on the pillow next to your face.

“So needy.”

“P-Please.” He whimpers, in a voice so low you could barely hear and you grin.

“Alright. Go ahead.” You could barely finish your statement when all of a sudden he is pounding into you again, mumbling stuff like “Thank you. Thank you.” and “Good. So good.”

You know it hurts him. It has too, overstimulation is no joke. But the way he continues, eyes watery and hips frantic shows just how desperate he is. How obsessed he is with it. The pain didn't even matter to him, the thought of driving his cock into you spurred him on.

He wanted more. You opened his eyes, and once uncovering the truth, he could never get enough of it.

Fucking Izuku may not have been a good idea. In an instant, you turned this poor, cute virgin, into a pussy-starved man. But alas, he seems to only seek it from one particular person, so it may not be all that bad.

He came five times that night and you twice. He asked to go again, but you had to stop him when you took a peak at his fuming red cock, tear-stained cheeks, and trembling body. He doesn't seem to know when to stop.

You left early that morning, legs wobbly and body completely spent. He slept in, his body seeming to be more exhausted than yours.

When he woke up, his body sticky from sweat, his hair messy and body was sore, the first thing he took notice was the sticky note stuck onto his forehead.

Messy, cursive handwriting spelled out, I’ll be waiting for my lost puppy to come crawling back to me again. Xoxo, Y/N

He fell back onto the pillow with a groan. Not even a phone number. You were so cruel.

So, he does what any good puppy does. He attends every party for the next three weeks until he finds you again.

[hotvinimon]

Valentines Day With Sub!Boyfriend Izuku ?

Sub Boyfriend Izuku Midoriya Headcanons and small fics in between.

Plot : It's Valentines. And what's the best gift for your oh so innocent and cute sub boyfie Izuku Midoriya ?

Author’s note : I hope you really like this. I'm sorry for posting this so late after Valentines. Also this fic is 18+. Minors do not interact.

Warnings : MDNI. NSFW. 18+. Gag, Handjob, overstimulation. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner.

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If you had a slightest thought that Izuku would be the one who would shower his s/o with gifts on valentines like he doesn’t do that already on normal days, then you are hundred and one percent right.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who comes at your place at 6 in the morning to surprise you with tons of heart shape thingies ?? Heart shaped balloons, Heart shaped red velvet cake, Heart shaped Chocolates, Heart Shaped Cupcakes. You name a thing and he has it there, and that too in a heart shape.

“Who is- O my god Izu ??? What are you doing here this early ??” Rubbing off the drool from your chin you looked at Izuku with wide eyes who was almost carrying a mini bakery in his hands. “I was just excited to see you. Be my valentines ??” he extends all the stuff he was carrying in his arms and gives you the sweetest smile ever that you could never refuse to. Like you could ever say no to him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would show you each and everything he for you.

“Gosh Izu~ this is too much. How would I eat everything ??” you chuckled at his sweet gesture. “But I really appreciate you for doing all this. How about I show you something that I got for you ?”.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would become really excited about your reaction that you could almost see his imaginary tail wagging and perked up ears.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gets a mini shock attack when you give him a kiss t-shirt ?? He wants all them on his lips. He Would definitely beg you to kiss him with non-stain proof lipstick all over him.

"Did you made this ?" He was really whipped. "Yes Baby. Do you like it ?" "OFCOURSE I DO. CAN I HAVE THEM ON MY LIPS ??" "ofcourse baby." You chuckled at his energy.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku would point out every empty space on his body.

"And here" "Here too" "There is some space as well !!"

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would be confused when you would tell him that the gift is still waiting for him. But his confusion is replaced with hard breath and blood rush when you come out of the wardrobe in a very sexy piece. Small ribbon bows tied on your stiff nipples and covered with a very shear see through net top, garter belt attached with lacy thongs decorated with an embroided "IZUKU" in front and a pom pom ball in the back, mist sprayed all over your body giving an illusion of sweat, your half lidded eyes eye fucking him and your glossy lips parted just for him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who can feel his boner strapped tight in his jeans that's rubbing with every movement of his body. He tries to adjust himself under your gaze and he props himself up, attempting to hide the massive bulge.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who shudders when you chuckle and prop yourself on his lap, right above his ehm ehm. You give his lips a peck, then take his breath away by sliding your tongue over his. He's so stunned he almost forgets to kiss you back, until he regains an inch of composure and starts licking and sucking at you.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gets absolute pufferfish when you ask him to word what he wants. He blushes and tries to tell you but gets absolutely crazy when you distract him by planting butterflies on his neck, poking and picking his nipples and grinding his tent through his jeans.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who becomes a stuttering mess and can’t even form proper words. But whenever he tries, gets poked or teased by you. He feels his jeans staining and mouth drooling. He knows better to tell you than keeping his words to himself.

"Baby, tell me," your delicate fingers trace the ink up his neck to where it stops at his jaw, "tell me what you need." "W-want-" he stutters and breathes hard. You smile sweetly, giving a kitten lick to his neck. “Hmm ?? what were you saying ?? you need to tell me what you want” “I-It it… Hu… hur” he again shuts up when you slowly grind his nipples with yours. “What is it Zuku ?? kitten I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. You’ll tell mommy what you want right ??” you mewl at him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who short circuited when he heard you. The new nick name travelled straight to his dick

“Mm… Momm… Mommyy… It-It-Hr-hurts.” Izuku complains with fat tears in his eyes.

“Where does it hurt baby ?” you coo at him. “H-Here.” C-could you please k-kiss it better ??” Izuku points out at the massive tent that you are grinding on past few minutes. “is this,” you look up at him through narrowed eyes, “is this where it hurts, love?” Another small twitch is felt, a nonverbal answer. “you want me to kiss this better, do you?” You tilt your head to the side, silently urging him to say it out loud himself.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who nods frantically, his breath shallow and rapid, unable to form coherent words to express his urgent need and the intensity of his longing that he's been holding onto for what feels like an eternity.- what he’s willing to do for if, it’s all the confirmation you need to pull his pants down without wasting a second.

he’s hard, painfully so. Unable to resist, you reach for the tip, softly hovering at his clothed lenght, almost teasing him . “aww,” You flicked his cock beneath his boxers that sprang back once again “my darling baby.” A squeal escapes from his lips and he lets out long drawn whimpers. “don’t worry about the pain anymore,” you reassure him, he lets out low whimpers and moans that were once again captured by your lips. “i’ll take care of you. But as much as I love your voice, I want you to keep quiet. You know, all of my neighbours are at home. We don't want little kids to hear your filthy whimpers do we ??" you poked his lenght with your manicured nail.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who has no idea what you have for him. He gets all wide eyed when you tie his hands with the headboard and his legs with corners of the bed. You slowly hover over him and removes all unnecessary clothing except for his boxers. Which seem so torturous for the poor baby.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gapes at the sight of gag that you tie to his mouth, but more painful was the part where you just sat on his tent and start grinding, while continuously sucking and nibing his nipples.

His legs are shaking, you realise, and you haven't even done anything yet. Drool and tears roll down his face, as he involuntarily rubs himself against you. Gently, you thumb the slit and stroke his pulsing cock, eyes flickering to his face to see how he likes it. It was so painful to watch him, that you finally inched down his boxers, resulting in a broken sigh from Izuku. "you like this, do you?" you laugh softly when his eyes practically roll back in his head, your tongue kitten licking that angry, fat tip of his - flushed a dark shade of cerise that looks absolutely delicious. “patience, love.” falling apart beneath your touch — poor baby’s just burning up — you lean back for a moment, letting saliva pool in your mouth before you spit on his shaft. You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who wants you. he wants all of you, and in return he’ll give you everything that he is. he’ll do anything for you, absolutely anything, all you have to do is order!

You fingers continue to drag along the area inches from his now hard dick, eyeing it contently. It sticks up proud, and seems to be begging to be touched. You smile and turn back to him, watching the way his chest raises from his breath in steady motions. you wrap your hands around his length, tighter than before, his pre leaves your hands a sticky mess. you look up at him, “eyes on me,” you say simply, adoring the way his lashes flatter as he look down at you with hearts in his hooded eyes, tears slipping down his freckled cheeks, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin as he struggles to catch his breath. He whips his head back and forth and whines into the gag. It comes out as a broken plea. You start stroking his lenght at a very fast pace that gets him see starts in the dim light of your room.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku whose body goes limp from the pleasure, mind having overheated as he practically melts like butter, when ropes of white liquid shoot out, resulting a complete mess.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku whose eyes go all wide when he sees you fisting his cock once more and swirling around the tip once again.

It’s gonna be a long valentine

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The favorite.

Street!Rat!Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Prince!Reader. 18+ Drabble.

Ask: For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Izuku and a chubby male reader in an Aladdin AU with chastity and servitude please? In the fic, Izuku is a street rat who becomes a harem boy to the reader who's a prince.The prince takes a liking to Izuku and offers him food and wealth on the condition that Izuku serve him and be kept in a cock cage.

Warnings: MxM, C*ckcage, Harem, Slight SlavexMaster, Collars, short. Izuku is 19 and reader is 21.

Izuku was a lonely boy who roamed the streets for work and food, stealing on occasion. His mother was sick and needed the most attention so the rest of their life saves went to her medical care and left them scrounging around. He loved his mother so he did everything for her. He worked hard jobs that meant he wouldn’t come home for days without sleep. Until one day his luck ran out and started.

“What did I tell you boy.” The merchant yelled at Izuku as he laid on the stone street. He had been caught stealing a loaf of bread, and not the first time he had done it either. “I should cut off your hand for this. I know it has been you stealing from my store,” the man raised his hand to give him another hit to match the blood lip he already had. A strong hand grabbed ahold of the merchant and caused a groan in pain at the force.

“That is no way to treat someone,” izuku looked at the person that came to his rescue. A large man that hide behind a cloak. His face chubby but handsome as could be, soft skin with no dirt. “May I pay for the man?” Izuku eyes followed his hands that reached behind the cloak and pull out a large coin purse. His eyes widened at the sight, this man was wealthy and not just the money gave it away. His hands showed nothing rough or any cuts on them, showing no sign of a days work.

The man slammed it into his hands with a hard slap but a smile on his face. “You should go back into your shop now, no need to cause less trouble.” His tone didn’t match the look on his face. The merchant rolled his eyes and rubbed his now sore hands and went back into his stop leaving the two of them. Izuku watch him step closer and offer him a hand to pull him up.

That’s when it all started.

He was offered everything his heart desired. Money for his family or the things he wanted. Gifts everyday. The most fashionable clothes to wear and the best food one could have, all for a small price. The man who saved him was the prince of the kingdom who wanted the boy for his harem of men and woman. To belong to the prince. With the offer he was promised his mother to be looked after by the best doctors he could find from all over the world. So he took it.

But his role was just beginning and he fully was owned by the Prince Y/n. A golden collar stayed around his neck at all times with red and silver jewels. It was heavy but bearable. He wore silk and lace blue outfits that showed off his chest and skin. He was bathed every day and dinned on the finest food. And at the end of the night we was called to the princes chambers. But the collar wasn’t the only cage he wear.

“My pretty boy,” thick fingers ran over the boys lips. Izuku whined under the touch from the man above him. “Look at you, your cock is so red and aching to be released.” The prince coo’d at his lover. The bigger man towered off him with a chubby but broad build, so much larger then izuku.

The thick cock inside of him was making him limp and weak, begging for a release from the cock cage on his own. “Please.” The sweet whimper leaving his lips made the prince smirk down at him. A jolly chuckle came from his throat as he pushed izukus knees into his chest, making his cock slid farther in.

“Oh, fuck.” Izuku closed his teary eyes as the tears rolled from the sides. His head lifted up and his back arched at the feeling. “You know,” the prince started and leaned down and began to trust again into his hole.

“You are my favorite.” Y/n licked his ear and kept his pace fast and rough making izu scream and hum in pleasure. “I treat you so well, get better things then the rest. Makes you feel special doesn’t it?” His big hand played with the metal on the cage around izukus cock making him twitch.

No answer was heard from izuku as he tried not to break underneath his prince and keep his composure. If he knew how good the prince could make him feel he would have offered himself a long time ago.

“Awe, come on.” Izukus cheeks were grabbed and pushed together by a strong hold. “All you have to do is take my cock and you get the things people would die for. Tell me how thankful you are.” The princes eyes glared slightly and the roughness on his voice stood out.

Izuku opened his eyes and looks at him, a weak look on his faces from pleasure. “S’good. Treat me so good, I’m forever thankful.” He cried. “Fuck me well too, all I could ever want.” The prince buffed out his chest making his chubby stomach stand out. Izuku loved the prince’s stomach and in these moments he couldn’t get enough, the sight of it pressed against him made him so close.

The prince was happy with that answer and began to lift his hips up and tried to get himself as far as he could. Izuku was his and filling him to the brim was all the prince could think about. When he was with the others it was izuku’s name that feel from his lips.

The street rat had won his way up in the world all from taking a cock.

[lavendersmemories]

I wrote this in like 2022? Thought maybe I’d post it. If a certain part seems too familiar I was obsessed with back up by deJ loaf at the time. I have a half written part 2 if anyones interested after this part.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, all characters are 18+, fem! Reader, not proof read, porn without plot, fboy Deku who’s not as good as he thought, sub Deku, begging, overstimulation, little bit of dacryphilia, might’ve missed something

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Midoriya was going on a walk, it was pretty late Friday night. As he walked through the path of the UA dorm area he found a girl sitting on a bench by herself. He didn't recognize her, she was really pretty though. Not having any plans tonight her figured he might as well try for a bit of fun. He went and sat beside the girl, she took out her headphone and looked at him unamused.

"Can I help you?" She asked coldly. He stuck out his hand to her, she looked down at it unamused not accepting it. He put his hand back down with an awkward smile.

"Hey I'm Izu-" he said getting cut off by her.

"I know your name Midoriya, and I know all about your little reputation" she said rolling her eyes, he was a little taken aback but she was starting to intrigue him.

"I didn't realize I was starting to get famous. If you know about me then-" he tried again but she cut him off.

"I know you think your some kind of lady killer but I'm not like these other girls your messing around with, I think I'll pass" she said standing up to walk away, he grabbed her hand this firey attitude in her making him really interested in her.

"You didn't even let me finish, how'd you know that's what I was gonna say" he said making her turn around.

"Fine then what did you have to say?" She asked starting to get annoyed.

"I was going to ask your name, and who you are since I don't recognize you" he said, it was the half truth he was interested in that but she had it pretty accurate that his mind was elsewhere.

"I'm Y/n, a third year in the support course" she said, she left out her last name. Making him even more intrigued, the way that she had such an attitude and stayed mysterious made him want to dive in her pants even worse, as terrible as that may sound. It wasn't just that though, he did want to get to know this mysterious girl's personality and why she acted this way. He was glad she was at least in his grade though, he was really hoping the reason he didn't recognize her wasnt because she was a first year. It also confused him though how he never met her in these three years.

"Well tell me more about yourself Y/n" he said making her pull her arm away.

"I know what kind of game your trying to play, and I'm not falling for it. Honestly just because you get around doesn't mean your this hotshot that's going to get everyone to drop their panties for you, especially because I'm sure you've never actually made a women cum in your life." She said pretty confidently. He stood up with a smirk on his face.

"I mean you can test the theory then if your so confident in it. But I will say I always make sure she finishes first~" he said, using a different tone for the second part. He was trying to be seductive, any other girl would swoon but she was used to this.

Any guy that acted like him had never made her cum, only left her annoyed. So she was sure his 'amazing reputation' was all front, he was being honest though. It was his pride that he always left girls shaking.

She finally let out a sigh and looked at him, trying to act defeated. Inside she was wearing a giant smile, kind of excited to crush his ego.

"I mean fine if your so sure of yourself" she said, making the smirk go back onto his face. She started walking towards her dorm, he followed her quickly.

"By the way when I make you cum don't be blowing up my phone, it doesn't make me your boyfriend or anything" he said from behind her, she nodded trying to stifle a giggle as she kept walking.

She took him back to her dorm, going up to the top floor. He entered the room taking a quick look around as she locked the door, not quite what he was expecting but to be fair the only thing he knew about this girl was her first name. He didn't normally like to do something like that but sometimes it happens. The girl then startled him by teleporting infront of him.

"Oh fuck, you scared me" he said as she laughed quietly. That was one way to find out her quirk.

"Don't worry, I'll be full of surprises" she said with a smirk. She then leaned up kissing him, he kissed her back wrapping an arm around her waist.

He slowly inched towards her bed, making sure to not knock either of them over in the process. Gently pushing her onto it before climbing over her body. As she stared up at him there was just something in his eyes, it drew him in.

He leaned down needing to feel her soft lips against his again. Letting his hands trail down her sides, not pushing under the shirt or straying too far, he always did try his best to be respectful.

He didn't try to pry anything, but her tongue slide past his lips making a grunt leave his mouth. If this was her pace he could most certainly match it. His tongue swirled against hers, fighting for dominance. She decided to play along and let him win, being able to feel the satisfaction on his face although she knew she could instantly wipe that away if she so chose to.

His hands settled on her waist, holding tightly as he let his tongue freely move about her mouth, trying to explore every inch of it. He was feeling satisfied in this, feeling as though she was there at his mercy. But her thigh pressed up against his crotch, causing a stutter in his movements and unexpected moan.

He had to pull away, looking down at her with half lidded lust clouded eyes. She only stared at him innocently, moving to take off her shirt. And he was quick to follow.

"Let me touch you?" He asked softly after discarding his shirt.

"Don't really have to ask" she sounded almost annoyed, placing his hands on her sides. As he let his hands explore the soft exposed skin he lean down, face in her neck. "wanted to be a gentleman" was grumbled against the skin as he kept touching her. Gently kissing at the junction between her neck and shoulder as his hands met her chest.

An annoyed sigh left his mouth at the fabric keeping him from properly touching them. He was too nice of a boy to acknowledge it earlier but he knew she had a nice chest. And as the boob guy he was he was rather excited. His hands were quick to trail behind her back, getting at those clasps quickly.

As he sat up to help her completely pull off her bra his eyes sparkled. She did have a nice chest, infact he was sure he loved it he thought. His hands were quick to cup them, feeling himself twitch against his jeans at the softness. He could do this forever.

When he realized her gaze was fixated on him and his awed look he flashed a bright smile. Leaning down to press kisses onto her collarbone.

"You have a really nice body, so beautiful" he mumble out softly, green eyes staring up at her as he left those soft kisses. Instead of venturing lower like he would've liked to he was pulled up into another kiss.

He smiled against her lips, loving the soft feeling of them against his. He really hadn't realized how worked up he had gotten until a slight shift had his hips pressed against hers. And he had to hold back a whimper at the feeling. It embarrassed him how horny he was, he usually didn't feel this way nor move so quickly. But the feeling of her leggings inching down made him ready to rip off everything and just be inside.

He sat up, his face slightly flushed as he looked down at her lightly panting. He was tugging at his belt as he watched not only her legs be exposed but also her cunt. She really did move fast, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love this pace.

His pants were quickly tugged off and he was now spreading her legs, getting ready to dive right in when she stopped him with a gentle tug of the hair.

"That won't be necessary" his eyes went wide, she really wasn't gonna let him please her? His mouth hung open for a moment but he sat up anyway, looking down at the girl.

"Then should..." his voice trailed off slightly, not positive what to ask but as her gaze trailed to his boxers he got the message, quickly pulling them down.

After he took his boxers off he tried to get on top of her but was pushed onto his back. She climbed ontop of him straddling his waist. He looked up at her as she gently grabbed his cock, before she let him inside her she looked down at him.

"By the way if I fuck and make you cum you gotta promise not to stress me. Don't be blowing up my phone and don't be leaving voice messages" she said with a smile, making fun of what he said earlier. He tried to retort but she pushed the tip against her, he pressed his lips shut.

Her being on top of him did slightly ruin his usual method but he was sure he wouldn't have a problem, or could take back control and get on top eventually. He was pretty confident in this, he's always been good at lasting long.

She in one swift quick motion made their hips meet. He didn't know what happened but he let out a grunt and instantly released inside of her. His eyes were shut tight and he gripped the sheets as he drained his load. She was quite surprised but stayed as she was.

After about a minute he opened his eyes, his face was red and the embarrassment set in.

"I-I-I" he just stuttered over again. She put a finger over his lips, beginning to rock her hips back and forth. A loud moan left his lips. "Y-y-y/n you.. you can't do that... it's too much" he said grunting and moaning, his eyes closing tightly and his hand grabbing her waist.

"Come on Midoriya you were supposed to make me cum, wheres the fun in me getting one thrust" she teased him a big smirk on her face, but she did stop moving her hips since he asked. He looked up at her, his face was red and his mouth was just left hung open. She could make out some sweat starting to drip down his face. "Well I'm disappointed but I guess if your already tapped out.." she said lifting her hips to get off of him, his hips thrusted upwards to her. He wasn't sure why but the feeling of even a little of that overstimulating pleasure leaving made his body react on its own.

"N-no, more please" he whined out, she looked down at him surprised again. He grabbed onto her hips as he continued to grind his up into them. His eyes were beginning to gloss over, with all the girls that he had been with before he never felt this way before. He had never cum so quickly, and had never chased pleasure after an orgasm. Something about her had him entranced and needing more.

"Oh I thought it was too much?" She teased seeing his head shake on the pillow, she pushed her hips back down over his. Making a loud moan leave his mouth.

"Oh god, yes please more!" He pleaded as her hips started to slowly move. He kept bucking his hips up into hers begging for her to ride him faster. Her wet walls were absolutely strangling him as she slowly bounced herself on his cock.

"Please! Faster!! I need it, please Y/n!!" He begged, his eyes growing teary again. She rolled her eyes at the begging boy beneath her, as bad as she wanted to tease him she couldn't will herself to as he shamelessly asked for more. So she raised herself almost completely off of him, sinking back down on his cock before going at an unfair pace.

Izuku squealed at the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling, he had never had a girl make him feel this way before. Usually he'd be routinely pounding away (not that he was complaining, he always got to get off) and working circles on her clit while saying the nastiest words into her ear. Or if he had a girl ride him (which was hardly ever) he'd be guiding her, fucking her down onto his cock. Possibly even holding her still just to pound up into her.

But this was a completely different and new pleasure, this felt better then any sex he had before. This made all his other sex compare to nothing more then his left hand.

He was writhing underneath her, holding onto her thighs bruisingly as she kept unfairly riding him. Her walls squeezing around him for all he was worth. And as much as the pleasure burned, as much as he thought he should stop, he just couldn't. Not when it felt this good.

He stared up at her with glossy emerald eyes as he kept squeezing her thighs, digging his nails into the plush flesh. Loud moans wouldn't stop leaving his mouth. She on the other hand looked unphased above him, riding him like this which was to her content because Izuku knew he was powerless right now. He felt like she was just using him as a toy, and god did he love being her dildo.

A loud gasp left his mouth, followed by a sob as she angled her hips a new way, allowing him to hit deeper inside her which resulted in her squeezing him tighter. Tears rolled down his cherry red cheeks as his head tossed back and forth across the pillow. His tight grip on her thighs turning deathening as he tried to take the burn of the overstimulation out on them.

"O-oh god, fuck, please, please!!" He cried out, not even knowing what he was begging for at that point. Her head tilted down to check in on the boy beneath her again, and god he looked ruined. Tears were streaming down blushing cheeks as he cried his pleasure, sweat matting his curled locks to his forehead.

"Please what pretty boy?" She asked and hearing her sultry voice, plus the nickname made him snap again. His back arched and his mouth fell open as he shoot inside her once again. A shrill scream escaped his throat as he thrashed at his second overwhelming orgasm.

Her pace never faltered, staring down at the boy in amusement as she kept greedily riding his cock. He didn't know how but he was still half hard at this point, and unfairly twitching back to life inside her. He really didn't think he could handle anymore but he'd be dammed if he asked her to stop.

His eyes were fixated on hers as she gazed down at him. Even with his blurry vision he could make out the smug look on her face. He couldn't stop himself from coming undone like this though, he would choose this pleasure over anything else.

"Such a pretty little thing you are" she purred out softly, a choked out moan leaving him in response. And a loud sob followed as her hands met his chest, expertly playing with his nipples. His thighs shook above the sheets at the new pleasure of her fingers rolling his buds. He'd never been touched that way before, and he really didn't think he could take it on top of everything else.

"Y/n.... Fuck! I can't... can't take it!" He cried out, his eyes squeezing themselves shut tight. Even as he said that he wouldn't let go of her thighs, and his cock still throbbed inside her.

Her hips didn't slow though, they probably sped he really couldn't tell anyone. And she just kept squeezing around him, the sensation was growing tighter. Her delicate fingers were still dancing on his chest, just adding to the overstimulation that was melting his mind with each pinch and roll of his sensitive nipples.

His thighs shook beneath her as his eyes shot open, crying out wishing for the burn to stop even if it felt so good. Her expression above him was no longer smug his blurry vision was finally able to decipher, in fact she was biting her lip and looked to be struggling. And from the way her gushing cunt wouldn't stop clenching around him his two functioning brain cells were able to tell what was gonna happen.

So he willed himself to buck his hips up into her unforgiving heat, wanting so desperately to help her cum even if he could barely think. She was caught off guard and her motions on his chest had to pause as she tried to collect her bearings. As much as she wanted to hold back, make it look like she had so much more self control then him, she was failing and she knew she was gonna cum soon.

"Please!! Please, leaaaseee!!" Izuku forced himself to scream out, it was the most coherent he could get even though it was horribly slurred by all the drool in his mouth.

She took the hint, cursing herself in the back of the mind as she let herself give in. No longer ignoring the tightly wound begging coil in her stomach she moved a hand down to rub her clit. Quickly coming undone and convulsing around his cock. Izuku couldn't be happier to see her cum "for him", it wasn't much of his doing but it satisfied him. So much that the sight had his eyes rolling back and his back arching off the bed, pouring a third load into her tight clenching pussy. Until he was whining and whimpering, it really had become too much.

She looked down at him and mercifully lifted herself off from his cock. Wiping the tears and drool away from his pretty face as he hazily stared up at her, a happy dopey grin on his face and unfocused emerald eyes close enough to meeting hers. She gave his forehead a kiss before getting off the bed, fetching a towel to clean him up.

His hazy eyes opened a little surprised as she started cleaning him up, mumbling his appreciation. He was practically passed out right now, barely paying attention as she got herself dressed again.

When he forced himself to sit up he felt like he couldn't look at her with anything other then pure adoration. He sighed dreamily "this is more then a crush, i just might be in love" whether it was with her or her pussy was still to be determined.

[katsukikitten]

Villain!fem reader x subby!prohero deku

Warnings: stepping, degradation, bondage,

No editing or beta read, 2.7k I don't wanna talk about how it's Izuku 😂

They made it too easy, much too easy. Making you grow bored even as you marvel at the fresh jewelry that shines across your throat, fingers and wrist, black bag at your back, heavy with loose diamonds and whatever else you could get your sharp claws on.

Along with some delicious black mail the small jewelry store owner had in his "hidden" vault under the floorboards beneath an oversized desk that exaggerated his importance, which you found was a common thing among men.

Heroes especially, making a pissing contest of how many people they could save. Who loved them the most. They needed rankings that correlated with their pay as if that wasn't concerning enough, the hero commission had more government subsidies than any other organization including public schools and services.

But in the end it proves one thing and one thing only, money is power.

And you loved both.

Combat boots hitting the concrete and weaving through the alley with ease as the pro hero struggles to keep up. He doesn't even bother to yell stop anymore, he just breathes heavily, green electricity sparking across his muscles as he struggles to keep pace.

"Do you like diamonds, Zuzu?" You ask stopping in your tracks to brandish your wrist covered in the sparkling gems. He quickly digs in his heels, bringing his hulking frame to a halt as he tries to grab onto your wrist.

Moving with unnatural relaxes, ducking and weaving his assault as the frustration grows on his face. Emerald eyes set hard; he flounders every attack and falls for every feint.

"Hey." A bite to your voice, kicking him harshly in his chest before taking the enforced rope at your side and quickly restraining the bulking hero, "I asked you a question."

Stomping your boot onto his chest and he lets out a long loud groan. You had fought the pro several times before and not once did he make a sound like that. Devilish smile to your lips as you pull harder on the unbreakable rope making it tighter on his wrists. He pants as he struggles, fighting against the smothering effect of the restraint that mutes his quirk. Green electricity lighting up his handsome freckled face as you watch him squirm in delight,watching his muscles flex in his skin tight suit.

"Ya know if I didn't know any better," You purr, digging your heel into his ribs making him gasp, jade eyes blown wide, "I'd think you'd like this."

"I-I don't." He pants, swallowing down a whimper as a malicious cat smile pulls your lips up.

"You don't?" A giggle as you lean closer, putting more weight on his chest, "Big strong Deku-chan doesn't like to feel small?"

This time a whimper does escape his scarred lips and you smile, rising back to your full height. Thick thighs pushing at the ground for leverage but the rope was just an extension of your quirk. Sapping the energy from his body faster than he could produce, sweat beads on his brow and you notice how bulge. Taking the toe of your other boot to ghost over the outline of it. Once, twice, and a third time as it grows to attention and when you press harder than you should he lets out a throaty, delicious moan, letting his head fall back with freckled cheeks flushed. Emerald eyes avoiding yours at all cost .

"Please." It's so soft and you let out a loud laugh.

"Begging already?" Pressing harder and he whines so pretty, making arousal pool between your thighs, "Ya wanna be called a good boy that badly?"

Sadistic giggle when he screws his eyes shut, nudging his balls and you watch him bite his lip.

"Zuzu ⁠♡." Sickeningly sweet before it goes dangerously low as you add more pressure, pulling harder at his restraints, "I asked you a question."

"Yes ma'am!" He squeaks, "I want to be a good boy."

He feels dizzy, only ever becoming this submissive when he was exhausted, his body weak and unresponsive aside from his twitching cock from your words and foot.

Even then it was never this easy for him to feel so fuckin high. He blames your quirk but your plush mouth isn't helping.

"Aaahh that's good." You caress his cock gently before yanking him up, moving your planted foot to his stomach making it difficult for him to breathe. Kneeling so you can be nose to nose as you watch saliva gather in the corner of his mouth that he swallowed thickly, "Are you like this for just anybody?"

"N-no ma'am." Deep green eyes hazed so beautifully, "Just for you."

"You just want me to call you a good boy." He whimpers when the rope pulls so tight it starts to make his fingers numb, "But you've got to earn it."

"Yes ma'am."

You giggle, plenty of men have been in Izuku's position, some bigger, with long red hair, some smaller with ruby red wings and others that you couldn't even bother to remember.

"Should I collar you? Keep you as my own pretty boy?" He squirms under your scrutinizing gaze as you tap your claw to your lower lip.

He swallows again, he shouldn't, he shouldn't answer this. He was the number three hero and here he was melting for one of the most chaotic villains on the most wanted list.

Slowly so slowly he nods and your smile grows far too big.

Expertly taking the slack of rope to lasso it around his throat binding him now by his wrists and thick neck. Pulling to make him hunch as he follows.

Silently leading him to one of your many safe houses nearby. Pulling him into the apartment that had little to no personal decorations. Almost as if the place was staged for something else.

Dragging the massive man through the apartment until you're standing in the living room,

"On your knees." He falls faster than you thought he would. Even kneeling Izuku was tall, head by your stomach and he'd have to place his plush ass against the heels of his stupid red boots if to be able to eat you properly. You hook a chair with your foot and pull it to you. Sitting on it as if it were your throne while he keeps his eyes glued to you in your body con suit. Watching his Adam's apple bob nervously makes you smile, even wider as you let a heavy silence settle between the two of you. Watching him squirm as he waits impatiently for your command.

"Kiss it." You purr, lifing your boot to his mouth, he leans over without hesitation and kisses the steel toe shoe, "Lick it."

He takes the broad of his wet muscle and licks it as tears come to his eyes.

"And this one." You switch feet and he obeys. Giving it a kiss before another swipe of his tongue.

"Do you like me, Zuzu bear?" You ask and he nods, "Think I'm pretty?"

"Yes ma'am. Gorgeous, stunning. Strong." He sighs the last word, long lashes fluttering.

You wrap your legs around his neck pulling him to you. His nose pressed right against your clothed cunt, burying his face in further. Taking a fist full of his curly emerald hair and pulling him back harsh enough to make his scalp burn. Looking down into his eyes and it's like he's looking up at a God. It makes your cunt throb.

"I like compliments Izuku." You purr his name, grabbing at your breast roughly and he whines. Imagining the weight of it in his hands. Thinking of all the times you've pressed yourself against him in a teasing manner and he salivates. You push him roughly away from you and he catches himself with his sheer strength of his core alone. Settling himself on the heels of his feet.

You hook your claw on the front zipper to your suit and pull it down until it exposes not only your breasts but your pretty cunt. Your other hand slowly tracing the skin until you gently cup yourself and watch his face contort.

"Ma'am, may I compliment you more?"

"You may." You spread your lips to expose your slick folds, fingers going through them making such a nice sound.

"You always smell so nice, even when I've been chasing you for hours. Your skin is soft in my palms and the way you look right now, you were right to put me on my knees. I should be worshiping every inch of you." Lighting dances under his skin again and it makes the rope glow. The surge of power makes you bite the inside of your cheek, makes the coil in your stomach tight.

Fingers swirling over your clit as he showers you with compliments. Not moving an inch despite how badly he wants to be buried between your thighs. Whining when he watches you buck against your own hand. Small digits disappear into your tight heat making a soft squelch echo around the room as your other hand furiously works your clit. Big eyes staring at you, whimpering as he watches you pleasure yourself. Fighting against the restraints with twitching fingers and the burst of energy makes you cum on your own fingers with a loud moan.

"May I have the honor of cleaning you up ma'am?"

"Who would have thought the goody two shoes hero would be such a fucking pevert?" You giggle, removing your hands and spreading your legs, "You may."

He hovers over you for a moment as he waits for your command.

"Kiss it." He leans down and presses the softest kiss to your cunt, before your voice goes dark, "Lick it."

Quickly he dives into your heat, letting his wet muscle lap at your cunt as he groans at the taste that coats his tongue. Sucking and lapping harder as if he'd never have the chance to eat something this delicious again. Tears in his eyes as he thrusts up into nothing, forcing his tongue into your still contracting cunt.

Groaning as his cock throbs painfully, covering the inside of his hero suit with white sticky ropes putting him in an uncomfortable dampness.

"Zuzu did you just cum without my permission?" You giggle, a breathy sound as he tries to hide his embarrassment by eating you with more fervor. Carding your fingers into his hair again to yank his hair back, tears stuck in his lashes as his cheeks burn bright red.

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry, you just taste so fucking good." He whines and yelps when your boot presses against his mess.

"Don't you want to be a good boy for me?"

"More than anything!" He sounds desperate, more tears in his eyes and he looks so fucking pretty like this.

"Then let me use you." You shove his face back into your cunt and drag his nose across your clit as you grind into his face. Uncaring that he might be struggling to breathe but his whining groans proved he could.

He eats you once you let up on your grip, sucking at the sensitive bud until your legs are shaking around his head and his cock stands at attention again.

"Ah Izuku! Izuku I'm going to cum. Good boy. Good boy!" You moan, grinding roughly into his face once again as you let your head fall back. Chest heaving before you shove him away. His face covered in your slick, falling from his tongue with his own spit as he looks more fucked out than you.

"Stand." He obeys, again his strong core giving him an advantage. He towers over you, even when you stand yourself and yet still looking down at you he acts as if he sees God.

"Sit." Pointing to the chair and he obeys. Groaning when you zip down the fabric of his hero suit and expose his sloppy cock. Covered in his pre and cum. You giggle, wrapping your manicured fingers around his thick length and giving it a teasing pump.

"So messy." You play with his cock for a moment longer as he burns the sight of your hand on him into his memory. Thrusting up into your touch with a desperate whine.

"This cock is so pretty. I could just sit on it." You sigh.

"Use me, please use me." He looks up at you with pleading eyes, frustrated tears in his eyes again. Even his lip is quivering and the sight makes your cunt clench around nothing.

"You'll let me ride you like a dildo? Won't cum til I say so?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be good. I won't make a sound." You grab his chin harshly, your nails biting into his freckled cheeks as you snarl.

"I didn't tell you to be quiet. I told you not to cum until I say so. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He breathes out heavily before you shove his head away. Straddling him and slowly lowering yourself into his cock. The burn making your mouth part into a constant O as Izuku watches himself disappear inside your velvet walls, panting.

"You're like a bitch in heat." You comment and he nods in agreement. Groaning when you've taken him to the hilt. Giving a teasing pace of not enough for him but just enough for you as his cock head brushes over your g spot just right. His dark pubes giving the perfect friction for your throbbing clit. Teasing him for well over an hour as he throws his head back, feeling you flutter around him for the fourth time, your drooling cunt soaking his lap and the chair below him.

His breath comes out in almost unsatisfied groans, it feels good. So good. But he needs more, needs to be able to fuck up into you.

"You want to move?" You dig your claws into his shaking shoulders, drawing blood as you bring them down to his chest. His cock twitches in your heat.

"I want to please you ma'am."

"Then please me." You lean closer to him, lips a breath away from his, "Come on Zuzu, be a good boy and make me cream on your cock."

He wishes he had control of his hands, he wants to dig his scarred fingers into the fat of your hips and bounce you on his cock while he thrusts up with reckless abandon.

For now he thrusts up into you as best he can. Roughly hitting your sweet spot over and over making you moan long and loud. Hardly putting in any effort, just like before as you take your claws all over his chest and shoulders. Not caring that you were leaving red ribbons in your wake.

"Fuck Izuku." Breath caught in your throat as he continues to fuck up into your tight heat before the coil in your stomach snaps. Making your cunt squeeze him tightly as you let out a long loud moan, bucking against him through your orgasm.

"M-ma'am. I'm close I'm so close." He whines, still going since you never asked him to stop.

"You are?" A sadistic smile on your lips.

"Yes ma'am I am." He cries out, biting his lip until he tastes blood. You feel good around him, so warm and wet. Squeezing him so nicely and his sac is tightening with his abdomen.

Suddenly you pop off of him and a frustrated sob racks through his body as he slumps forward, hard cock throbbing painfully with no relief.

"Why?" It's so small and defeated it makes you laugh loudly.

"Oh silly Zuzu. You came without my permission earlier. Only good boys are allowed to cum." You pull him to his feet by the rope around his throat. Tucking his rock hard, soaked cock back into his shamefully sticky pants. Shoving him through the front door before pulling him by the rope close to your face.

"I'll see ya around won't I?" He gives a nod with a sniffle before you take your rope. Shoving him further into the hall before slamming the door shut in his face, sighing as you think a shower sounds devine.

Not realizing all the while a pair of bromine eyes caught the entire exchange through your open window.

[submenarehotties]

“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 whiny 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 bitch! „

submissive! izuku midoriya x dominant! gender neutral! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the mha/bnha manga or anime)

cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, handjob, slight yandere! izuku.

summary: izuku has always been such a good boy. why not reward him?

note: midoriya is 18+. this is a drabble. lowercase intended.

word count: 0.1K+

izuku midoriya is nothing but a whiny little bitch in your hands. thrusting helplessly into your hand, small whines escaping his mouth. he wouldn’t dare try to stop you. you could do whatever you wanted to izuku and he’d love it.

“l-love your hand s’much! oh please, can i cum?” he’d begged, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“of course you can, izuku.” you say gently, raking your free hand up and down izuku’s arm, goosebumps appearing in their wake.

izuku came with a cry, his body shaking to your touch, whining your name over and over. izuku loves your touch so much that he’s addicted to you.

he’ll never let you go. izuku midoriya belongs to only you and no one will change that.

a/n: i for one would just love to tease midoriya, he’s such a cutie.

click here for my masterlist(s).

© 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 2023. All Rights Reserved.

[angelltheninth]

Izuku Midoryia Getting Overstimulated Until He Cries

Pairing: Izuku Midoryia x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, pussyjob, overstimulation, crying, lots of cum, multiple orgasms, sub!Izuku Midoryia, dom!Reader

A/N: Feeling in a very Deku mood today.

"Too much, s-slow down, let me take a break!" Izuku whimpers underneath you, his whole body shaking from the orgasm he's just had and there's already another one building as you keep riding his cock.

You've been going for hours, keeping his cock hard almost constantly, urging him to fuck you more. "Three fucking weeks Izuku. I've been deprived of your cock for three weeks when you said it'll only be a few days. If anything this is your fault for being late?"

"My fault?! I hurried back as soon as I could! You know that I'd never- oh god! That's so tight... missed this..." His scared fingers locked with yours, letting you use his body for your pleasure even though he felt like he was about to pass out. "Gonna come again! You're gonna make me-"

"Yeah baby? Are you gonna come for me? Let it out, all that you need to." His whimper was broken up by a loud sob, tears ran freely down his face as his cock pulsed inside your warm pussy. "I'm gonna make you come all night long. Use this cock for all it's worth."

"A-Are you close too? Please tell me you are! I want to make you feel good too, I love you so much!" Sweat dripped down his muscular chest as his body strained, his hips meeting yours to try and push his cum in as deep as it could go. "You're so full of me, oh fuck!"

You cupped his tear-stained cheeks and leaned your forehead against his, looking into his deep green eyes, a mix of lust and adoration staring back. "Not full enough, you've still got more to give." His cock twitched at the words, not even softening anymore, "Carry me to the kitchen, we're getting a snack and I'm not cleaning up all the cum that's gonna drip out if you pull out." Izuku blushed a deep, dark pink but gripped your thighs, pulling you as close as he could.

Cum still dripped onto the floor as he carried you, but it significantly less then it would otherwise.

[nakedtoasterr]

Male reader month | April edition

This one is late so I apologize but life happens, hopefully I can get into a rhythm of getting these done before the end of the month.

I added 3 experimental fics this time around. Two of them are character x GN reader and the other is a Fem character x Male reader. I’m hoping you all will enjoy these and please tell me if you don’t! I won’t add any in the future if that is that case

Ps: if anyone wants to help with these hmu im so slow 😰

Sfw male reader

Kittens; scoups | @seventeenficsformalereader

Scoups(?) x male reader

None listed

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A Tease | @moonbyulsstuff

Kaidou x male reader

None listed

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Tea at 9pm | @anystalker707

Vinsmoke Sanji x GN!Reader

babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

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Izuku midoryia x male reader | @odue-sp

Izuku x male reader

m/n has a problem with personal space and people touching him. m/n's quirk is tendrils, he is able to form them anywhere on his body they're usually invisible (warped areas). They're supposed to be visible but he's able to make them disappear.

Top male reader

Soft yandere Aether x MR | @dvlboy

Aether x male reader

Soft yandere aether

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Sub/bottom Dottore and pantalone hc

@bazthefirstborn

Dottore/ pantalone x male reader

crying, (A LOT) spit, sensory deprevation, rp, bj's, (m reader recieving) just general gay men activities

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who loves to be marked? | @chaepink

Izuku/Bakugo/kirishima x GN!reader

dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking

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Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader hc

@justice-maul

Tony stark x male reader

Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out (tell me if I messed any, I didn’t double check this)

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Bottom male reader

Daddy’s home | @dabisbratz

Gojo x male reader

light angst, daddy kink, bottom male reader, finger sucking, fingering, apology sex, dubcon (gojo’s a lil pushy but everything is consensual), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, biting, reader’s kinda bratty, possessiveness, established relationship, secret relationship, reader’s a regular civilian, anal sex, spit, mating press, sexualizing gojo’s thermographic xray vision, amab body terminology

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Momo x male reader | @trafalgarya

Nsfw head canons

mommy kink, penetration, strap-on, oral (giving and receiving), soft dom!momo yaoyorozu, sub!male reader, praising kink, sex-toys, teasing, orgasm control, begging, nipple sucking, masturbation, use of "slut", a bit of ooc ig, analingus (receiving, mention of giving too)

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The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy

@adoniss-tales

Gabriel x male reader

corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration : reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once.

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Ayato Petplay | @vikeii

Ayato x Male reader

pet play, established relationship, everything is consensual!!!, puppy play, mild praise kink, cockwarming, dumbification, male reader, belly bulge, mild overstim, mild nipple play, collars and leashes !! he/him pronouns for reader, amab reader, marking, biting

Hey y’all!!! I know I’m super extra late but I really did try… I’ll do my best to start earlier in the month so this doesn’t happen again I’m so sorry guys. Tysm for all the support on my last post!!! Seeing all the reposts and hearts really motivated me to finish this one. ❤️❤️

Extra apologies to the ppl I messaged when it was 3 am over here. I’m not my best when I’m bout ready to pass out

[aro-ace-of-spades]

Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

I didn't know if you meant real ppl or tv characters so I did both

(no order)

1. technoblade (a streamer who pasted recently who has 15M subs on YT o7)

2. Tommyinmit (also a twitch streamer who is still alive and has 12M subs on YT 7M on twitch)

3. caitibugzz (also a streamer with 188k subs on twitch and 45k on yt)

4. Sirius black (marauders time harry potter)

Sadie Sink (actor in stranger things and fear street 2 )

5. Chandler Bing (friends)

6. Nathan young (from misfits)

7. Issac layhey (teen wolf)

8. Miyamura (horimiya anime)

9. Deadpool ( from the movie Deadpool and MCU comics Deadpool)

10. Izuku Midoryia ( from anime my hero academia (English spelling )or Boku no hero academia(Japanese spelling)

(i have so many better ones but I'm brain dead today )

fuck I forgot to tag lol

tagging:@ishipyoushipweallship @doublekarma @sn0w-angel @dadwinstan (no pressure)

[sero-pairo]

The Body Shop

by PepperxKat

Izuku finds himself in desperate need of car repairs late one night. The only body shop open? Dynamight Detail. Little does he know the mechanics won’t be the only ones working tonight.

Words: 11047, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Everyone, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki/Midoriya Izuku, Dekubowl-relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Minor Midoriya Izuku/Shindo Yo, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, top? Midoryia Izuku, Threesome - M/M/M, Light Dom/sub, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, but maybe a little plot, Sex on a Car, Car Sex, endgame bkdk

via AO3 works tagged 'Midoriya Izuku/Sero Hanta', https://ift.tt/2c0ld16

[cleewii]

rating: r18

warning(s): 18+ content/MINORS DNI, sub!izuku, gn!reader, begging

PRO HERO DEKU, whose always so worn out after a shift at work. always so soft and pliable, because the patrol routes, and the villains, and the fans always manage to chip away at him. being number 1, a dream as attainable as touching the stars, and one that scorches and burns just the same.

“m’gonna milk ur cock just how u like it, yeah?”

“uh huh…” he nods dumbly, a string of spit trailing down his chin in the midst of his hazy stupor.

pro hero deku, whose always so sweet and willing. selfish in that he takes whatever you’ll give him, soaks up all the time you spend on him, all the love you could possibly harbour in yourself.

“that’s right baby, good boy. N’what are you gonna do for me?”

“s-sit still n’be good….” his murmurs die down to a breathy mewl the minute your hand touches the head of his cock, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he twitches beneath you.

pro hero deku, who doesn’t ask for much. just for your warmth, your touch, your time, your voice, your heart. who doesn’t even know he’s asked for it until your giving it to him with a smile.

“oh fuck…..oh…ah-! hAH—!” his teeth pierce the skin of his lip. you’re relentless, peering down at him in holy fascination as your hand strokes him the way you know he loves

pro hero deku, who cries so sweetly for you in return. Who begs so nicely, aches so longingly, loses himself so beautifully.

“wanna fill you up with m-my cum, oh shit-! wanna ...wanna so bad! let me....please please let me please....” his head lolls onto your shouldar, forehead wet with sweat leaning onto your skin as he grows sloppy against your body. he’s drooling, though you say nothing.

pro hero deku, who might ask for more, and who’ll give you the stars in exchange.

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

DAY 31: MASTURBATION

With: Izuku Midoriya

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: subish! Izuku, fem/afab reader, izuku masturbates to your voicemail and pretends to fuck you, reader calls him baby, and he calls u hun, needy izuku

A/N: masturbation fics are so fun to write for no reason. anyways, my last kinktober fic. crazy. it doesnt feel this way cause i wrote it halfway through lol.

Izuku was left alone for too long. On the verge of three weeks to be exact.

He wasn't left completely alone, of course. He was just overseas, on an important mission. He was separated from you, but that to his love-sick brain, meant he was left alone. His sleep schedule is all messed up from the times he stayed up late at night to wish you goodmorning, or the times where he woke up super early to catch you before you ate dinner. 

He missed you, an ungodly amount. When he comes home to his luxury hotel, and flops onto the bed, the only thing he can think about is you. What it would feel like to wraps his arms around you, and melt in your warmth. The way your fingers would run through his hair, and comfort him from all he did that day.

Of course he had those innocent, romantic thoughts most of the time, but somehow one way or another those fantasies began to change. The touches reach lower, your words begin to drip with honey, and your lips seem to be more passionate, desperate even. Until five out of the seven days, he daydreams about fucking you. 

He lays against the bed frame, shirtless, and dick pulled out of his boxers. The trip back to the hotel was long, and he's been thinking about doing this for the past hour now. He prepared everything ahead of time, because if he was doing something as pathetic as this, at least do it right.

The lights were dimmed, and his eyelids are drooping, exhausted from the day. He slowly reaches toward the nightstand and grabs a couple of tissues, setting them down next to him. Then with a sigh, he puts his phone up to his ear, and brings his hand to his cock. 

He gulps when he hears your voice, wishing desperately that you weren't asleep. Its got to be around 5 am by that time, and of course he wished he was patient enough to wait a couple hours for you to talk to him. But, he was desperate, and the voicemail you left him a couple hours earlier did the job.

“Hey baby,” Your voice broadcast, and immediately he seems to melt. His eyes fall shut and his hands begins to move up and down his half hard cock. He hums in reply, not caring if you cant hear him. “I miss you. Saw a kid walk by me with your merch on, made me smile,” You say, your voice slightly muffled from a task you must be doing. 

He huffs a laugh, head falling to the side. “Yeah?” He breathes, thumb rubbing at the tip, and then falling back down to his shaft in a repetitive motion. You continue on about your day, mentioning nothing too important, just how you went grocery shopping and a nice walk after work. “You shouldnt be working. Can take care of you,” Izuku mumbles, eyes peering open just slightly to watch his movements.

His cock was on full display now, the tip a pretty shade of pink, and beginning to leak. You always called it pretty. A strange thing to say about a penis, but he soaked up the praise, taking pride in his cock now. 

The thought made his mind wander. Would you praise him for what he was doing now? He wasnt supposed to touch himself without you, but its been three weeks, you have got to understand. Were you touching yourself thinking about him? The thought sends a thrilling shiver down his spine.

Your voice was now a background noise, just listening to the tone, the sound of it, but nothing of what you were saying. Maybe you were cooing at him. Telling him how good he is doing. Or maybe you were calling him a pervert for doing something so gross without you knowing. He lets out a shaky moan, mewling out and picking up the pace of his hand. 

“I miss you,” He warbles into the phone, on top of your speech. What were you talking about now? A dog you saw? Nothing important. Why weren't you touching yourself to his voice? He would die for an audio of that. Or even an audio of where you give him directions of how to do touch himself correctly.

No Izuku, slow down. Don't hurt yourself, baby. Your voice clouds his mind, and he nods, peering back to his cock and slowing his hand down. Thats it. Tighten your hand, and focus on the tip. He obeys, moving his hand up to the head, and making small pumps there. “S-Sensitive there,” He groans to the empty hotelroom, shaking his head from side to side when his heartbeat begins to pick up.

“Went into Victoria's Secret today,” You hum, and his eyes widen, attention snapping back to your voicemail. He quickly turns up the volume and pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Bought something you���ll love. Red is your favorite, yeah?”

Lewd images flash through his head of dark red lingerie sets and he nods. “Fuck. Please,” He moans, wishing he was there to pick it out with you. His dick twitches, and a glob of precum leaks out. Green eyes flicker to it, and he uses his thumb to swirl it around the head, flinger glazing over the slit. “Wanna see,” Izuku pants, growing hot.

You seem to have heard his reply and it makes him whine. “You don't get to see till you get home. A nice reward for doing so good all this time you are away,” You purr, making a short kissing noise into the mic and laughing.

His eyebrows furrow at the possibilities and his mind drifts off from your voice again. Suddenly he is there with you, his rough hands trailing up and down your body. The dark lingerie looks perfect against your skin tone, and his mouth waters at the sight. Well, look how needy you are Deku. Do you want to fuck me that bad?

He nods his head frantically, hand unconsciously picking up the pace. “Please. Please, beggin’ you,” he chants under his breath, his back slightly arching off the frame. He dully notices that the voicemail has ended, but doesnt pay attention to it, too immersed in the movie playing in his head.

His mind cuts the scene forward, growing too impatient and desperate as his orgasm begins to approach. You are under him, sending scratch marks down his back while moaning out. His thrusts are frantic, and he tries to pretend that his hand is you. Its not the same, but it will do. 

“Am I doing good?” He mumbles, dropping his phone onto the bed and resting the other hand on his thigh. You nod at him, kissing his cheek with redden cheeks, and lazy grin. A view he has seen so many times that he has a perfect mental image of it. 

So good, Izuku. You wanna cum inside?

He moans, louder than he should, considering the thin walls, but he doesnt care at the moment. He never gets to cum inside – this was something he was waiting to hear. “Fuck. Pleaseeee,” He whimpers, eyebrows furrowing and hand frantically moving up and down. His cock is lubed up with pre, and its easier for his hand to move now. 

He climbs closer and closer to his high and now hes hunched slightly over on himself. Suddenly, he hears his phone ringing, cutting him out of his perfect daydream. Just a couple of seconds, he just needs a couple seconds more of fucking you, and then he can take this call. He whines slightly, and peers over at it, not stopping his movements.

When he sees your name his eyes light up, and he grabs the phone and brings it to his ear immediately. His hands makes a lewd squelching noise, but he too fucked out to care if you hear.

A couple of seconds go by, and he breathes into the mic, waiting. And then he hears a groggy, “Hey baby,” and he cums on the spot. Groaning into the phone without a care as cum spills out on his hands and his whole body shakes. 

Another second goes by, as you wait silently on your side, confused on what was happening, but too sleepy to put two and two together. Izuku's chest rises and falls with every breath, and he stares at his cum covered hand, trying not to let out a sound of complaint when he realized he forgot to cum into the tissue.

He blinks a couple times, exhausted but glowing. “Hey hun. Was just thinkin’ bout you,” He hums, grinning at his sticky hand and closing his eyes when he hears your girlish giggle.

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[hotvinimon]

My Hero Academia

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Midoriya Izuku

[dekuphilia]

BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

Pairing: pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warnings: nsft content, dubcon (reader consents after some pressure), afab reader, fingering (f. receiving), dom/sub, reader is indifferent about heroes, slight arguing (nothing major, no yelling, ect. Mostly reader and deku both being snarky), size kink, brat tamer deku, deku is kinda mean and feral lmao, praise, degradation, brat reader, cervix fucking

Request: Could I please request Adult Deku fucking you into submission while still semi wearing his hero suit? It's just such a turn-on, maybe he rescued you from a mission and you go to his office to "thank him" or "Show your appreciation" and he's okay with it. Like it's 100% consensual. Anything goes.

note: all characters are aged up to 21+

nsft under the cut

You approached the large building, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door, a small bell jingling as you entered. Without a word, you walked to the reception desk. You were so thankful that Deku had stopped that gang of villains from stealing from your bakery last week, that you decided to drop off a small basket filled with muffins, cookies, and other assorted baked goods. Small reminders of your thankfulness, though you were sure he wouldn’t remember you, surely saving so many people a day meant he couldn’t quite remember everyone, you thought to yourself.

As you neared the reception desk, a woman glanced up at you, taking a break from typing, “How can I help you?” her eyes shifted between you and the basket you were holding in your arms.

“I uh,” you glanced down at the basket, “I wanted to drop these off for Deku as a thank you,” you placed it on the counter, “As a thank you gift, would you mind giving it to him when you have a few minutes?”

The receptionist glanced down the hall, waiting for a moment before she turned back to you, “You can actually take it to him if you’d like,” she gave you a warm smile, “I’m a bit busy right now and I’m sure he’d appreciate the gesture! He always loves seeing his fans.” the woman gushed.

Fans. It’s not that you weren’t a fan of him, but the word sounded so artificial, Deku wasn’t a famous singer or an actor, he was a hero. Someone who risked their lives to save others. The word bounced around your mind as you replied.

“Are you sure?” you gave her an odd look, “I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“No, no, it’s okay!” she urged, “His office is the first door on the left, I’m sure the door is open.” she nods, “He hardly closes his door anyway.”

“If you’re sure.” you grab the basket from the counter, hooking your arm through the handle, “Well, thank you!” 

As you make your way down the hallway, a wave of anxiety hits you, leaving you breathless as you finally near the hero’s office, peeking in to see Deku scribbling away on a file. The simple conversation was heavy on your mind as you stood for a moment. You hoped he wouldn’t see you as a fan, you were here to thank him, show your appreciation, not fawn over him. 

“Excuse me.” you clear your throat, causing the hero to glance up at you, emerald eyes landing on the basket in your arms, “I’m sorry to bother you,” you trailed off.

“Ah, no! You’re okay,” he grinned a heroic smile, the same one you had seen on television a thousand times, the same one he’s flashed you before leaving your shop last week, “I remember you actually, You’re the girl from the bakery near the apartment complex.” His pen clattered against the wood of his desk, “I’ve been meaning to stop by again, but I’ve been quite busy, as you can imagine.” He let out a small laugh, a laugh that had a blush covering your cheeks, he was so charming, so kind, you weren’t surprised he was one of the top heroes.

“Oh, I’m sure you are!” You chimed, nearing his desk, “I really appreciate what you did for me,” you place the basket on his desk, the aroma of sweetness clouding the air, serotonin rushing through Izuku’s veins as you lean closer, your breasts spilling over the top of the tight shirt you were wearing, “As I said, I’m sorry for bothering you! I really just wanted to drop these off!”

He should’ve felt bad, really, objectifying you when he hadn’t even asked for your name. He didn't though, something in the hero’s brain must have shut off when he saw you.

Pink dusted freckled cheeks, You were just so cute, bringing him a little gift to remember you by, bashfully standing in his office in a cute skirt and a tight top. Deku loved meeting his admirers, he really did, But most of them were children, poking and prodigy at his hero suit with sticky fingers and runny noses, but you, you were different, a sweet little thing, offering him a gift in place of your gratitude. He really had meant to stop by your bakery again, hoping to savor a sweet treat, but his work was so demanding. He didn’t mind though, he knew what he was getting himself into so many years ago, he still longed for a bit of freedom though. 

Glancing at the clock ticking on the wall, Deku blurted out a response, “You, uh, you can sit down for a few,” his hand ghosting the back of his neck, ruffling green curls, “If you’d like anyways, It gets a bit lonely back here.”

You were sure he was just saying that, He was so popular, so loved, that you were sure he hardly had the time to feel lonely. He had such a clean reputation, you couldn’t recall seeing any heinous articles about him, other than the tabloids that, of course, sold any story, even those that held blatant lies in their margins.

“I would love to, really,” you let out a sigh, breath escaping your nostrils in a huff, “but, I really should get going. Thank you for the offer though.” You linger for a moment, rocking on the balls of your feet, “I’m sure I’ll see you around though.”

An unfamiliar feeling bubbling in Izuku’s chest, a mixture of frustration and jealousy, something he wasn’t quite used to. As you turned on your heels to make an exit, he stood quickly, his chair scraping the linoleum floor in an ugly screech as he rushed to meet you, looming in the doorway to block you in, “Ah, actually–”

You were quick to cut him off mid-sentence, “What are you doing?” you gasped, cocking an eyebrow as you contemplated squeezing past him, though the thought was dismissed, there was no way you would be able to slip through.

Deku thought of his next move, thoughts clouded with your sweet aroma and kind gesture, the frustrated look on your face breaking something deep within him, he hadn’t seen such brashness in a civilian in so long. Most people would have been thrilled to be so close to him, to spend a few minutes chatting with him, but you seemed to want to get out of his office as fast as possible, yet you had still come here to thank him and offer something that you’d made by hand, something you had put love and care into. The least you could let him do was thank you in return, give him a few moments of your time, that was all he was asking for, really.

“You know, I’m not really a fan of your attitude.”

There was that word again, looming over your head like a cloud on a rainy day. You didn’t hate heroes, really, you were so thankful to have someone strong enough to risk their life for you, but you weren’t a fan of them. You admired them, respected them, not stooping as low as to idolize them as many others did. Your hatred for the simple word only seemed to grow stronger the more you heard it. 

“Move,” you said firmly, eyebrows narrowed in frustration, showing him how serious you were.

“I don’t think I will.” he all but growled in response, moving quickly to push the door shut, trapping you inside with him.

You were being so obnoxious, pushing Izuku’s buttons, you were doing it on purpose, he thought. Nostrils flared as he narrowed his eyes at you, a look you had never seen before, a look that somehow suited him well. Even in your annoyance, you admired him, admired the way he raised his shoulders, subtly asserting his dominance over you. You recognized his stance though, one he would often use in battle to make himself seem authoritative, assertive even. You had to admit though, staring up at him, an ounce of fear coursed through you. 

“Let me out.” you huffed, rolling your eyes at the hero, “I have things to do, you know.”

Deku nearly chuckled in response, a puff of air escaping his nose instead, “I’m sure you do.” he seethed, “But I was hoping to take a moment of your time,” he leaned down, face inches away from yours, hot breath fanning across your face, “If that’s not too much of an issue.”

Your voice betrayed you, dying in your throat as a strangled noise left your lips, you were astounded by his behavior, the golden hero showing a new side of himself, a side that piqued your interest.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as he leaned impossibly close, lips ghosting against yours, “Now, if you would be quiet,” he mumbled against you, “I’d like to thank you.”

You could feel your heart pulsing in your chest, threatening to escape your ribcage as his lips pressed against yours in a rushed kiss, lips molding against yours within seconds. Though you were taken aback by his actions, you reached out for him, dainty fingers fisting the top of his hero suit. 

“Can’t believe you’d talk to me like that.” he broke the kiss to speak, his much larger hand engulfing yours, holding it in place, “Can’t believe you’d come into my office and act like that,” he scoffed, a smirk of confidence spreading across his face.

“Unlike some people,” you whispered, “I don’t idolize you.”

Your words sent Izuku into a frenzy, strong arms pressing your back against the door that was opened moments ago, the door that was never closed, always welcoming those who needed him in. Right now though, he needed you. 

“Oh, you will.” He asserted, muscular hips pressing against your in desperation, “You will when I’m finished with you.” 

You wondered how many other women had been in your spot, boxed in between Deku and a hard place. The feeling of jealousy bubbling in your chest, thinking about how many times he had done this, how many people he had probably slept with. There was no denying he was attractive, charming even.

Without another word, he ripped his gloves from his hands, discarding the white fabric behind himself, “Let's do this properly, yeah?” He commented, Bare hands gripping your waist, bunching up your shirt until he could feel your skin under his calloused fingers, “Oh would you prefer to do this the hard way?”

Deku watched you closely, examining the way your nose wrinkled, the way your eyebrows knit together as he stared down at you with a hungry gaze, similar to a predator about to devour its prey. He knew you were playing coy, your body reacting to his touch positively, you were just stubborn. He knew all about your type, the type who would never admit they were enjoying something, the type who stood their ground, even if they realized they were wrong. You reminded him of Katsuki in a way, so stubborn and bold. He couldn’t help but admire you.

“Think you can play nice for a bit?” he taunted, hands roaming down your body until they met the fat of your ass, Deku squeezed, enjoying how malleable you were under his hands, “Or am I going to have to fuck the brattiness out of you, huh?” 

He shocked himself if he was honest. Izuku was nothing shy of an affectionate lover, one who always made sure his partner was comfortable, putting their pleasure above his own, but you were tempting him, you, the little minx in his office, had his patience running thin.

“Ah, no,” You finally spoke, “I don't want–”

 Deku was quick to cut you off, “You don’t want me?” he scoffed, removing his hand from your ass to cup your sex beneath your skirt, your arousal coating the thin material, “You don’t want me,” he reiterated, shaking his head, “But your pussy is practically drooling on me.”

You knew he was right, you had been caught red-handed by the hero, and the smile on his face was proof that he had you figured out. You knew you couldn’t keep this act up much longer, your mind clouded with thoughts of him, the scent of baked goods no longer looming over you, all you could feel, all you could smell was him, the scent of pine overtaking you until you were drowning.

“I don’t know about you,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just dipped his finger past the thin material covering your core, “But I’m done playing games.” With narrowed eyes, his index finger landed on your clit, his thumb joining it to pinch the small nub until you let out a yelp.

“No more games!” You gasped, pleasure replacing pain as he removed his thumb, lazily rubbing you, “I’m sorry,” you nearly whined, leaning into his touch.

“That’s more like it, hm?” he said, false affection honeying his tone down, “S’fun to behave, isn’t it?” 

Calloused fingers continued their torment, nearly bringing you to the edge within seconds. Deku was so skilled with his hands, he had learned to use them to his advantage years ago when he was training to be the hero he was today. He learned to take his time, and handle things delicately, with care. 

All you could do was nod, completely dumbfounded by his actions, his words, him. He was consuming your mind, overtaking your every thought. You hated it, the way you seemed to idolize him at that moment. You promised yourself you would never stoop so low, yet here you were, A moaning mess under the hero’s touch. 

“Deku, please, I–” You couldn’t even finish your thought, a surprised expression washing over your face as He pushed two thick fingers inside of you, his thumb landing on your clit to rub circles.

“You’re going to cum already?” he taunted, fingers curling in your gummy walls, “Greedy little thing, aren’tcha? Haven’t even touched me and you want to cum.” he shook his head, continuing his movements.

He was right, you **were greedy, vision already fading to white as he pushed you closer to an orgasm. The hero knew exactly what he was doing to you, even if you wouldn’t utter the words, the look plastered on your precious face was enough for him.

“S’okay baby,” he said nonchalantly, “You can let go,” False sympathy coated his tone, a faux pout covering his lips as he watched you, watched the way you squirmed, the way you could hardly catch your breath, “If you ask nicely.” 

Within seconds, pleas were escaping your lips, his name a mantra against them, “Please, Deku!” you whined your dainty fist clutching to his shirt, “Oh my god, Please!” 

You put on quite a show, he had to admit. You were really trying to impress him, looking up at him with doe eyes, a sheen of sweat covering your brow. How could he deny you?

“Yeah, yeah.” he muttered to himself, “C’mon, cum for me.”

As soon as he said the word, you let go, your arousal coating his hand as you let out a string of moans, his hero name sweetly peppered between them. You were angelic, really, a goddess sent from above.

Deku worked you through your orgasm, withdrawing his finger after a moment to taste you, licking your arousal from his digits as you adjusted your shirt, taking in a sharp breath. You could hardly look at him, shame clouding your thoughts. There was no way that just happened, no way that was how the top hero treated innocent civilians who walked into his office to thank him. 

Once you composed yourself and collected your thoughts, you wordlessly reached for the doorknob, only for Deku to stop you, “Where do you think you’re going?” He chuckled, “We’re just getting started.”

With narrowed eyes, you glanced up at him, “As I said,” you sneered, “I have things to do today.”

“And as I said, I don’t care.”

You scoffed, pressing your hands into his chest, feeling the way his muscles flexed under your fingers, “Let me go.” 

He laughed, “I’m not holding you against your will, sweetheart. That wouldn’t be very heroic of me, would it?” His gaze was trained on you, watching your face contort in frustration, “Door’s not even locked.” He turned the knob just enough to show you.

You all but scoffed, rolling your eyes as you watched him turn the small lock, “It is now.” you commented.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” emerald eyes held a sort of primal hunger as they gazed down at you, “Did you want me to leave it unlocked while I devour you?” he taunted.

 You stuttered out a response, something close to a no as your confidence faded away. His

hands met your waist wordlessly, fingers flexing. You subconsciously melted into his touch, slowly becoming putty in his hands. You hated it, the emotional control he had over you, the way he loomed over you, making you feel small.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Deku responded in a cheery tone, using the voice he often used when greeting children, “C’mon,” he released your waist, taking your hand in his as you stared up at him, slowly guiding you towards his desk.

You trailed behind him, watching the way his shoulders flexed as he moved, the way the muscles of his back flexed beneath the fabric of his hero suit, the green material clinging to him. You were in awe, nearly drooling over him as a loud noise dragged you back to reality, pens and knick-knack clattering against the tile as Deku swiped his arm across his desk.

“What the hell,” you gasped, gawking at the mess on the floor.

“I figured it wouldn’t be very comfortable,” he cornered you against the desk, breath fanning across your face as he leaned down, “Pens poking into you while I fuck your brains out,” a laugh died in his chest, coming out as a puff through his nostrils, “Unless you’re into pain, that is.”

“I’m not.” your brows furrowed as you glared up at him, annoyed that he would make that assumption, no matter if he was right or not.

“Before we get started,” he tilted his head back, flashing you a smirk, pearly white teeth peeking out, “I’ll let you leave if you’d like, But I really think you’d enjoy yourself if you stayed for a bit longer.”

He knew you wouldn’t leave, your mind still clouded with pleasure, the pleasure he gave you. You had to admit, He made you feel really good, much better than you could have, his digits reaching spots you never imagined. With a defeated sigh, you muttered out a response, “No.”

“Hm?” He teased, you knew he heard you, the hero such inches away from you.

“I said no, I’ll stay.” you huffed.

“Good choice.” Deku leaned back for a moment, drawing down the zipper of his hero suit to reveal his toned chest, freckles coating his tan skin.

You drank in the sight, mentally connecting constellations across the span of his chest, your eyes drifting further down as he drew the zipper further down, his utility belt hitting the floor with a crash. Deku pushed down the bulk of his hero suit, the material bunching at his thighs as he leaned closer, forest curls tickling your cheek as he whispered in your ear.

“I hope you’re ready for me,” His words sent shivers down your spine, “Because I can’t wait any longer.” 

Firm hands grabbed you by the waist, placing you on the cool wood of his desk. A small gasp left your lips as your ass pressed against the material, your skirt had already ridden up, the fabric bunching around your waist. Wordlessly, Deku’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, tugging the flimsy piece down with ease, only to discard it to the floor.

“S’gonna hurt for a second,” he murmured, tugging down his briefs, his cock slapping against his abdomen. 

You weren’t a virgin by any means, but the sheer size of him made your heart jump in your chest. He was long, nearly 8 inches, and the girth only added to your anxiety. You would make it fit, you assured yourself, He would make it fit.

“Don’t worry.” Deku let out a breathy laugh, noticing the look in your eye, “S’not that bad.” he assured you, fisting his cock lazily before lining it up with your entrance, “I’ll go easy on you.” 

Deku tapped the head against your clit, smearing pre-cum down your slit, though it wasn’t necessary, you were definitely wet enough, the remnants of your previous orgasm drooling out of you.

 Forest eyes met your own, a kind look washing over them as he slowly pressed the tip in. A whine passed your lips as he stopped for a moment, eyes flicking down to watch the way your cunt clenched around him. After a moment, he met your gaze again, inching a bit more of himself inside of you, moving slowly until he bottomed out inside of you.

“Wasn’t so bad, hm?” He teased, giving a small thrust of his hips to test the waters, see if you could handle him.

A moan escaped your lips, your cunt clenching around him on instinct. You could feel him in your stomach, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix in the most heavenly way.

“Gotta stop squeezing me like that,” he let out a breath through his nose, eyes clamped shut.

You couldn’t help it, he had hardly moved, hips stilled as you adjusted to him, “Please,” you gasped, “Please move.” you nearly begged, yearning to feel him, all of him.

With a nod, Izuku snapped his hips, hands settling on your thighs to hold you in place. His gaze was trained on your pussy, watching his cock disappear inside of you over and over again, a ring of arousal coating the base of him.

“I still can’t believe you,” he snarled, eyes flicking up to meet yours, “Talking to me like that,” hips crashed against yours as he spoke, “Treating me like I’m a nobody,” a growl left his throat, “Disrespecting me as if I didn’t save your life.”

A snarky reply sat on the tip of your tongue, but you were overtaken by pleasure, your moans filling the space of his office as he continued, quickening his pace. A scowl covers his face as he glared down at you, tightening his grip on your thighs. You were sure there would be bruises by the time you were finished, reminders of his touch, reminders of how good he made you feel.

He released one of your legs, digits finding your clit with ease, his index finger circled the bundle of nerves, reducing you to a pathetic, moaning mess beneath the hero. You felt like you were on cloud nine, pleasure coursing through your veins as Deku railed into you at a quick pace, moving with ease as your arousal coated his cock. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, threatening to snap.

“Deku, I can’t, oh my god.” a string of whines left your lips, your hips bucking to meet his in an attempt to take him deeper as if that was even possible.

A growl left the hero’s throat, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead as curls stuck to his skin, “You wanna cum?” he taunted, tilting his head back as a smirk covered his lips, “Go ahead,” he licked his lips, gaze trained on your cunt, “I’m not gonna stop ya’, Cum f’me.” he sneered.

His hips collided with yours another time, sending you over the edge, the coil finally snapping as you let out a whimper, your arousal coating the hero’s thighs.

“Ah, look at that,” Deku let out a groan, “You’re fuckin’ perfect, aren’tcha? Squirtin’ on my cock like a good girl.” 

His words sent shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless as you came down from your high, but Deku wasn’t finished yet, still thrusting into your drooling hole as you tried your best to catch your breath. You noticed the way his rhythm faltered, movements growing sloppier as he chased his own high, his orgasm soo washing over him. With a final thrust, he rushed to withdraw his cock from your cunt, releasing his load on your thighs.

Deku hung his head for a moment, the sound of labored breathing filling the room as you both composed yourselves. You didn’t mind the silence, a peaceful moment before you had to leave.

“I uh,” emerald eyes met yours, the once feral look replaced with kindness, true emotion, “Hope I wasn’t too rough.” his gaze drifted to your thighs, fingerprints already forming against your skin.

“It’s okay.” you offered him a lazy smile, a blush covering your cheeks, “I’m sorry for being so hateful,” you whispered, “But I still don’t idolize you.” you teased playfully.

“I’ll change your mind, “ he chuckled, shaking his head, “eventually.”

[lavendersmemories]

I made part 2, the first bit of it was wrote in 2022 so it might start to suddenly have a different feel. I haven’t really wrote since then so sorry if it’s not as good as the first one i might be a little rusty with writing. I was totally obsessed with that i wanna ride song back then it might be obvious lol.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, all characters are 18+, fem! Reader, not proof read, porn without plot, sub Deku, begging, overstimulation, oral reader receiving, little bit of dacryphilia, little bit of nicknames, might’ve missed something

Words: 5.6k

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It was about a week later, Y/n had just finished her shower and heard a knock on her door. She was annoyed yet surprised as those in her class didn't ever come to her.

"Who is it?" She questioned her voice didn't hide her annoyance from the interruption.

"It's Midoriya" he called out shyly from the other side of the door. She paused drying off her leg for a moment.

"I-come in then" she said completely shocked at her surprise visitor. He walked in being met with the sight of her naked back, her hair dripping water down the hot flesh. The one place he would like to see was covered by a pair of underwear.

She looked over her shoulder at the boy, his face was bright and flustered although she didn't think it was because of what he walked in on. The obvious tent in his shorts gave it away.

He chewed on his lip anxiously trying to find it in him to share his thoughts with the girl, finally taking a deep breath he placed his hands on her shoulders. She turned around to actually face him, making his speech even harder with the two round distractions now in his sight. He looked back up into her eyes, she had a look of lust in her half lided ones. Her lips were pressed into a smirk that she was trying to conceal.

"What is it that you needed Midoriya?" She asked tilting her head to the side, pressing her lips into an innocent smile. His breath shook as he tried once again to regain his confidence.

Every since his encounter with her his lady killer confident attitude got crushed. The thought of what she did to him was constantly in his head. When he'd try to talk with another girl the image of her on top of him would flash through his mind, causing a whimper to leave his mouth.

And the thought was much worse when he was by himself, as he was furiously pumping on his cock all he could think about was how she felt wrapped around him. No matter how long or how hard he jerked himself it wasn't enough, and the release he so desperately needed never came even after he did.

He pressed his hips against hers, desperately searching for something to appease his aching cock. The hold on her shoulders got tighter. A small giggle left her mouth, she cupped his cheeks gently. When she opened her mouth to tease him again he finally was able to choke out some words.

"I-I know you told me not to stress you... but I can't stop thinking about you! Please Y/n, please..." he begged her, it was the most he could force out. He wanted to cry out about how he needed to feel her pleasure again and nothing else could compare but his brain wasn't able to form anymore words.

She titled her head again, not with an innocent smile this time. The look on her face was one of victory and satisfaction. She thought she had crushed his ego and brought him back to reality with their encounter, but she actually was able to turn this dominant lady killer into a whimpering sub for her. It was pretty shocking but the feeling was so good.

Although she didn't enjoy someone she didn't know all too well knocking on her door late at night begging her for what she assumed was sex. He didn't actually say what he wanted but she was pretty confident that was the case.

The satisfied smile fell from her lips, a small pleading whimper escaped his mouth at the sight. He needed her so desperately but the face she was making made him think he wouldn't get anywhere.

"Hmm" she hummed out slightly as she took a seat on her bed. She crossed her legs and made a thinking face. There was many thoughts going through her head of what she could do with the boy. Two different opposing sides, one part of her wanted to teach him a lesson for 'stressing her' and the other wanted to give him what he wanted just out of pure fascination.

"Y/n please-" he was cut of by a harsh shush from her. Making the boy nod and look down at the ground as she finished making her decision.

"Well I don't know Mr ladies man, why should I when you have half of the third year class you could go to?" She asked, trying to conceal the amusement in her voice. She knew exactly what she was going to do but toying with him first was just much more fun.

"No! I don't want any of them, nobody could ever make me feel how you do. I only want you, please only you can make me feel good" he begged standing in front of her. She raised her brows pretty surprised at his passionate outburst. He grabbed her hands, looking down at her with my most pleading look she'd ever seen before. His green eyes were glossed over from the intolerable lustful feeling plaguing his trousers. She let out another hum pretty satisfied with his answer.

"Fine then, if that's the case..." she then stood up so they were more level, hating the feeling of him looking so far down at her. "If I'm going to help you, you can't be messing around with any of those girls. Only me, got it?" She asked sternly, surprised in herself that she could keep serious. No lust or giggles slipping through, she normally didn't have this attitude with men but something about him made her just want to put him in his place and absolutely destroy him.

He quickly nodded at her request, it's not like he wanted any of those girls anymore. After having her she was the only person in his mind, so he didn't have any doubt he could forfill such a thing.

"Yes of course, none of them even compare to you Y/n. Please I just want to be yours, let me be yours. I only want to be yours forever. Please have me!" He begged out. She was a little surprised yet again, she wasn't planning on taking it that far but it left a smile on her face. She placed a finger under his chin gently.

"You want to be mine?" She asked her voice dripping with the seductive tone that he loved oh so much. He felt his knees go weak as he began to melt into her touch and honey sweet voice.

"Yes please I want to be yours, all yours, only yours" he practically cried out, she gently cupped one of his cheeks. Making him nuzzle into the soft touch, closing his eyes to enjoy the warm feeling on his face.

"Shh, it's alright baby" she cooed out, making a hushed whimper leave his lips. He opened his eyes and looked back into hers waiting desperately for her next words. "If your gonna be mine your gonna have to earn it Izuku" those words intimidated him slightly but just the fact she said his name made his dick jump in his pants.

"Yes, yes I'll earn it. I'll prove I'm worthy. I won't cum quickly, and and I'll make sure you cum first! I'll do so good please just-" his words were a quick jumbled up mess. She placed her finger over his lips.

"Eh your just talking with your dick right now" she said making a disappointed look cross his features.

Although it was understandable, his words were empty lust filled promises. He nodded in agreement and settled his excitement slightly, well the best he could with the raging excitement in his pants currently happening.

“For now... get on your knees and beg me please to let you in me" she said, he felt his cock once again jump in his pants. Quickly he followed her request, which were more of orders, and got down on his knees in front of her.

Looking up at her, his face practically right where he wanted to be. Lust filled tears prickled his eyes, as he really couldn't wait any longer for this. But he knew better that she wasn't one of the other girls, he wouldn't get what he wanted so easily.

"Please Y/n I need you so bad, please let me inside of you." He begged grabbing her hips. She stared down at him with a displeased look.

Swatting his hands away from her, he placed them in between his legs. Hoping that touching her like that didn't upset her, he really needed her to be happy with him.

"Mm try again... pretty boy" she said, he swore he could cum in his pants at the nickname alone. He had to bite back a moan, nodding his head.

"Yes.... Please Y/n, I n-need you so bad.... I think I might explode if you don't let me have you, y-you make me feel better then anyone ever could... please use-me again, l-let me be your toy.... I'd do anything t-to be allowed in you again, fucking a-anything" He begged out rawly, pouring his emotions out from both his lips and eyes, as his little speech had made the tears pooled in his eyes fall down his cheeks. She bent down slightly, gently cupping his cheeks as she stared down at him tenderly.

"Okay pretty boy, shhh" she cooed out softly, wiping away his tears with her thumbs as she gave him a genuine sweet smile. Seeing a boy she knew was so strong come undone for her, and only her, like this made both her throb in both her chest and panties. Even if she hadn't planned on fucking this boy before that, there was no doubt that she would now. He was just so pretty begging with teary eyes and that pitiful pout. Her voice sounded so sweet, so angelic as she spoke to him "get on the bed darling" he nodded immediately, climbing onto the bed as quickly as he could. As he laid on his back he stared up at her with wide pleading puppy dog eyes.

She gave him a soft kiss on the forehead before undoing his shorts, it was a slight start to the relief he so desperately needed. He was practically panting as he stared up at her. The bulge in his boxers was absolutely throbbing and the wet spot obvious. He was dripping with pre cum. She felt herself melt at the sight, he is adorable.

His eyes were wide and puppy dog like as he waited. His hips pushing up into the air slightly as his way of silent begging. She gently pulled down his boxers since he was so impatient, not missing the soft whine he made at the cool air hitting his absolutely flushed leaking tip.

"Someone's really horny" she teased softly making him pout further as he stared up at her. He really didn’t want to be teased or have to wait. He’s starting to hate and love this side of her at the same time, caught between neediness and the way it really is only turning him on further.

“Yes… help, please?” He said trying not to let out the most pathetic whimper. As much as he’s built up his pride and ego over the years at UA he would give it all up and beg unrestrained right now to just feel her wrapped around him. To his dismay she only tsks at him.

“Not yet, you still have to earn it” He looks crushed at those words, some tears pooling in his eyes again. He’s already forgotten that and now that his dick is out that’s all he can think about, think with. Her hand moved down to his face, gently descending his cheek and jaw till she was pulling his bottom lip with her thumb. “You seemed eager to use your pretty mouth last time, show me how good you are with it.” This is out curiosity since he claims to be so amazing at pleasing woman, but also jumping the gun on it last time left a stinging stretch.

His eyes sparkle hearing this, as much as he wants to just have her on his cock already he does want his chance to prove he can make her feel good. “Yes ma’am!”

“Ma’am?” Y/n has to stifle a laugh at that name that came out of nowhere, maybe it’s her fault for accidentally calling him a few nicknames earlier. His face reddens at this response.

“Sorry ma’am… I mean sorry, Y/n! Sorry… B-But I want to make you feel good” He has the most pleading puppy eyes she’s ever seen, talk about eager.

She sits up on her knees, sliding her panties off. The blood in his body can’t decide if it wants to rush to his face or all down to his cock. He’s brought out of his momentary daze by her straddling his chest, staring down into his hazey green eyes. “I’m gonna sit on your face, okay?” He can’t tell if she’s asking or telling him but either way he’s eagerly nodding along.

With his enthusiasm she moves her knees to settle on each side of his head, looking down into his eyes again, never has a guy looked so excited to eat her out, it’s almost a little jarring. But she slowly settles herself, feeling his tongue already avidly dipped out and waiting. He licks quickly through her folds once groaning softly, she tastes just as good as he’s been imagining. Izuku always goes down on the girls he’s with, he always wants to, he enjoys it. This is different, he decides right then he wants to suffocate between her thighs.

Before he starts ravenously licking he has to take a moment to just inhale her scent, burning it into his memory. She brings her hand down into his hair mouthing opening but catching her off guard his hands wrap around both her thighs, pulling her weight further down onto his face as he goes to work.

He tries to make it a point to get know every part of her, that’s what he normally does, but with her it’s like everything he knows it thrown out the window again. The rational part of him is silenced in favor of lapping hungrily between her folds, like a man deprived of water. Something about her makes him want to act so depraved.

She definitely wasn’t expecting this much enthusiasm, her hand that was in his hair as a warning is now wrapped around it to anchor herself from his constant onslaught, it’s a bit much to suddenly take in at once.

Izuku is already off in his own world, humming against her, sending vibrations through her pussy as he switches from burying his tongue inside her to slurping on her clit.

Only when he hears her moans that despite her best efforts to keep in spill out is he reminded of how fucking turned on he is. He’s twitching and leaking precum all over his belly. As much as his neediness is nagging at him he doesn’t let it distract him from the task at hand. He wants- no needs to have her cum all over his face, have his cheeks coated in her essence, the thought makes his eyes roll back.

“You know… your not so bad at this.” Her voice despite taking a pause inbetween remains unshaken, although that took great effort. Her hand is tight in his hair because he’s a lot to handle. Honestly she can’t tell is it’s skill- not really, or eagerness but he is pretty good with his tongue.

He takes that fully as encouragement, making him double his efforts. Nuzzling up into her so his nose rubs against her clit as he buries his tongue inside of her, slurping and wiggling around. His chin is starting to get covered in a mix of slick and is saliva, this makes up for the two weeks of fucking his fist till he felt raw and probably making anyone on his dorm floor hate him.

With no intentions of cumming yet and his movements getting a little intense she gathers herself the best she can, her breaths a little shakey. “O-Okay, you’ve definitely proved it” She said as she tried to pull her hips off his face.

Only to have him lock his arms around her thighs whining something incoherent. He doesn’t want to give up the high he’s getting from being between her thighs. Shaking his head to also nuzzle closer against her, his nose further nudging her clit. “No! mm.. don’t… I need…hmmpff…” he kind of loses his train off thought, besides he’s still busy trying to bury his tongue in her as he speaks.

“Midoriya… let go” her voice drops into firmness, trying not to let her head spin from the overwhelming feeling. As much as he wants nothing more then to keep her on his face he can’t ignore that, it almost pains him but if he’s getting told to stop he has to. He slowly releases her thighs, feeling her lift up from his face.

“Please? Wanna make you cum…” he whimpers softly, grasping the sheets to avoid the urge to pull her back down. He wants one more lick, just to have her on his tongue a little longer.

“Do you only know how to beg?” She asks as she pulls away from his face. “How have a lot of asks of me” she ghost a finger over his twitching cock, reminding him of why he’s here in the first place.

“Fuck, please touch me Y/n.” Both his desires are blurring in his mind and he doesn’t know which one to choose between.

“Oh? But I thought you wanted to make me cum, can’t you make up your mind?” She pulls her hand away, tilting her head to the side. He lets out a frustrated groan, his back arching up. She hasn’t actually even touched his cock yet and it’s getting so hard it’s starting to hurt but also he wants to make her cum, he can’t decide. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes glazing over from his indecision and intense arousal.

“C-can’t pick! Please, please j-just…” he looks up at her, his brows furrowed and tears pooling in his eyes again. “I wanna be good! W-wanna be your toy! Please u-use me!”

Something about the way he’s so unashamed and honestly looks kind of pathetic with his big wet green eyes, it really gets her going, although it’s not like she’s going to admit she enjoys how pitiful he looks. Y/n really never considered herself dominant, she wasn’t submissive but she wasn’t dominant, he changed that.

“Please! I w-wanna be in you, o-or make you cum! Whatever y-you want more…m-mistress” he wasn’t sure if that would work or if he’d regret it, so that word was whispered out. She definitely heard it, in a way it makes her want to laugh. He definitely used to be one of those guys that wanted girls to call him daddy but here he is whimpering our mistress. The power high is coursing through her.

“I want you to sit still and pretty while I ride you to my content” he could practically sob in relief hearing that “but”

“But?” He parrots, the relief he felt instantly leaving his body. Why would there be a but. Did his mouth not earn this for him? “You don’t cum unless I tell you to, toys don’t cum.” He just stares at her for a moment, blinking a few times. Biting the inside of his cheek, he should’ve argue. This is generous enough, besides he gets to be inside her, but he wants to cum his body is begging for it.

Y/n just stares down at him waiting for an answer. “You gonna say anything? You can do that for me cant you? You want to be my good toy right?”

“Y-yes…. I do” being a toy sounds much harder then he previously anticipated, but seeing her looking down at him into his eyes. Hers narrowed in a way that seems lustful yet angry, that makes his stomach twist and him squirm in his skin. “I-I can do that…” he doesn’t want to disappoint her, he’s been craving her for so long so he’ll do his best.

“Good boy” she says and he practically crumbles, he can feel himself leaking against his belly. She’s really unlocked something inside of him. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches her slide onto his waist, straddling his thighs. His cock standing straight and begging for attention. His body trembles as he feels her hand guiding him to her entrance, whimpering in his throat.

The moment just his head drags against her sopping warmth his back arches up. “F-fuck I can’t” he cries out, fingers twisting in the sheets. And who was he kidding, he didn’t even last one thrust last time how is he supposed to this time when he’s so sensitive. He could cum now and he’s not even inside her.

“You can’t?” She looks down at him with a frown, tears instantly threatening to spill his pretty green eyes. He quickly starts shaking his head. “Please” he whimpers out meekly.

“Please what? Stop?” She asks making his eyes snap open with a gasp from him, his hands shooting to her hips.

“No! Definitely don’t stop! P-please not that!”

“Then please what? What are you asking for?” Her voice is a little bit harsher then it was before, being insistent of an answer from him. He just looks lost, he’s not exactly sure himself. He doesn’t want to stop, he also doesn’t want to disappoint her by finishing too quickly though. The frustration is bubbling back up inside him and his eyes are threatening to spill.

“I-I don’t know! I w-wanna… w-wanna be inside you! W-wanna make you proud! I wanna c-cum! It hurts. P-please! Please Y/n! P-please help me!” He begs rawly, the tears dripping down his cheeks. His whole body is tense right now, wanting to squirm and wiggle and buck up into her heat that’s ghosting over his tip and teasing him. Seeing him cry she falters, she should’ve known with how well he lasted last time. His cheeks are cherry red with tears coating them, his brows knit in frustration at himself, and his teeth are so far into his bottom lip she’s afraid he might split it. He looks like the wreck he did last time, ruined and he’s not even in her yet.

“Shhh” she starts softly shushing him as she cradles his cheeks in her hands, wiping the tears away. “You did make me proud, you did so good with your tongue, blew me away” she doesn’t want to be too mean to him, but not too nice either. “You can cum, but after that you hold it and don’t finish till I say so, okay? You do that and I’ll let you be mine.”

It takes his fuzzy head a moment to process those words, but he sniffles when he realizes what she’s said “really? I can be yours?”

“Mhm… you think you can do that for me?” He’s already nodding, determination filling his eyes, whether or not he’s too sensitive for that he doesn’t care he’s on a mission now, he doesn’t care what comes after though he cums the first time and then it just takes a little resolve from him. He does this and he gets to be all hers, the thought of that fills him with excitement, getting to fuck her all the time, no longer feeling frustrated with his left hand. He has to do this.

With his confidence she starts to bring her hips down, he’s already blubbering something to himself under his breath. She’s descending so slowly he thinks he might last atleast a second thrust this time. He’s just staring up at her with lust blown eyes, all thoughts leaving his mind as he’s being squeezed. Warm, wet, tight. It’s becoming his mantra. It’s so good, why is it so good? He swore he would last longer this time, atleast a minute (which is a pathetic goal compared to how he was with other girls, he feels like a virgin again) but as soon as he’s bottomed out he’s hissing and desperately grabbing her thighs. His nails are digging in as his body starts to tense in anticipation.

Because she was nice enough to give him a free one even though he’s coiling she it’s fine planning any break, besides she’s more then slick enough that she won’t regret that later. Staring down into his fluttering eyes her hips start to move. He lasts about to bounces before all the desperation and neediness from the last two weeks makes him snap, he sobs as he clings to her legs, emptying himself into her.

His body starts trembling as her hips keep moving, he was stupid for thinking he could handle this, he wants to do bad but his head is empty. Airly letting our moans as his whole body squirms. Not having a moment to breath after or really even during such an intense climax keeps his body tense and twisting on the sheets.

“Fuck… fu-hah ahhh… Y/n mmh.. good… fu…” nothing coherent is leaving his mouth, his eyes are rolled back into his head and his leaning painful nail indents into her skin.

Y/n is busy trying to get herself into a pleasurable rhythm, not worried about the boy writhing beneath her right now. He’s vocal enough to know if he couldn’t take it right now. Last time she really didn’t let herself enjoy riding him too much, but this time she’s purely indulging. He’s got enough length and girth to hit and stretch all the right places. She leans back on her hands, eyes shut as her hips angle to have him rubbing against a spot that makes her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

He’s managed to start looking up at her again, although his eyes are disfocused. His head is foggy and his body’s overwhelmed, he’s not ready to stop by any means though. He thinks he could keep going even if he was cumming dry if it made her happy, she feels so good around him he doesn’t want it to stop.

“Feels…. Good…” that’s the most coherent thing to come out of his mouth in minutes. He’s starting holding her hips instead of her thighs, watching her chest bounce with each thrust in a pleasure daze. Her head tilts down to look at him, seeing a look of hazey adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah? Feels so good Izuku?” She asks using a rather teasing tone. Despite being in the process of fucking herself silly on him she still had time to tease him, it’s just so amusing.

“Uh-huh… mhm mmngh… ye-yeah” he can barely think right now so congruent responses have been thrown out the window. Being so desperately horny this time he’s not staying as well put together, which is saying something when he came in thirty seconds previously. “Gonna cum…?” It’s not certain if he’s asking for permission or announcing it really, he doesn’t seem certain himself.

“No, don’t cum. I didn’t say you could” the harsh tone of her voice makes him whine, holding onto her hips tighter. “N-now?” He asks no longer then thirty seconds later, she just looks down at him, halting the movement of her hips. She’s not sure if she should laugh or not at his begging.

“Not yet” she says as she starts to move her hips again, watching his brows knit in frustration. When his mouth goes to open again she just cuts him off “don’t ask me again Izuku, I will tell you when you can.”

He pouts hearing that, how he became so pouty and whiney is a mystery to him. He wants to show her he can be more then that, he really was before! He used to get so in-tune with a girls body and he the one leaving her shaking, he doesn’t know why Y/n leaves him in that position. But something about the way she says his given name just makes him dumbly nod. Even if his stomach is tightening up.

“Better, good job pretty boy” his self restraint wants to fly out the window at that, his head throws back against the pillow. She just smiles down at him, he’s really cute like this, not a thought in his head, she wouldn’t mind making this more regular thing.

His hands stay on her waist as his hips start to try to meet her bounces, he used to be so good at this. She takes away his self control for some reason. He’s a little frustrated with himself that he can’t just fuck her, his eyes squeeze shut as he tries to focus on the snapping of his hips.

She watches as he struggles to try thrusting up into her, considering telling him to stop but he looks so cutely determined. Unlike last time she’s not trying to prove a point within herself so she’s not trying to force herself to last longer then him, not like it’s hard, but she’s letting herself enjoy it.

Noticing this Izukus absolutely in awe. His favorite part about last time was watching her cum, he wants her to cum on him again, that’s was the hottest thing. One of his hands leaves her waist, moving down to draw circles on her clit.

Her eyes flicker down to his hand. “Let me help! Please!” He gasps out before she can grab his hand to stop him, he wants to do something good. Actually make her feel good. Every time he begs it’s just so cute, really how can she say no. Instead she repositions his hand. “Rub like this” he stares up at her with those wide green eyes, watching her reaction as he starts to move his thumb across her clit in the way she instructed. Trying to focus on rubbing, looking at her face contort, and thrusting his hips into hers all at the same time. It’s getting a little much for him, his thighs are starting to tremble.

“You’re doing a good job, keep holding on” she purrs, the movement of her hips speeding up. It takes every muscle in his body not to cum hearing that, he’s doing good, he wants to keep doing good for her.

“Fuck, please Y/n, please!” He cries out, only to have her shush him in response and tell him he’s doing good again. He doesn’t know if he can keep doing this. His whole abdomen is starting to contract from the effort of not spilling inside of her once again.

“Shh, just a bit longer” his mouth falls open feeling her fluttering around him, the effort of thrusting his hips up into that inviting feeling doubling, trying to rub her clit in time. She’s gonna cum, he’s so excited, she’s gonna cum and then he’s going to get to. His body is starting to tremble.

He watched as her eyes fluttered shut and she focused on moving her hips, hearing one of the rare beautiful moans leave her lips. That makes him twitch. His hand still on her hip is holding on for dear life.

Izukus whole world gets rocked for the second time as he watches the sight ontop of him. Her hips bucking as she clamps down on him, milking what he’s so desperately trying not to release. She’s squeezing him like a vice as her sounds fill the air. He’s engraving this to his memory, what she looks like when she reaches her peak. His hips are still bucking sporadically, it’s hard to keep his movements steady when his whole body is trembling.

He’s practically sobbing by the time she looks back down at him, her peak starting to subside. Somehow the boy who can’t last more then thirty seconds kept himself together. Hardly. But he did it. He has tears running down his bright freckled cheeks and he’s writhing, clawing her hip and thigh as an outlet to try to keep himself together.

“Please! F-fuck. P-please! Need i-it! Y/n, p-please! G-gonna” she just puts a finger to his lips, shutting up his pleading sobs. He looks like a kicked puppy, is he not gonna get to cum? He’s gonna go crazy, he needs to do bad it hurts.

“You did a good job” she says before he erupts further into tears. “I think you earned it, didn’t you?” He doesn’t know if she means to cum or to be his but he doesn’t care which one right now.

“Y-yes! P-please! E-earned it! Please! Pleeeease!!!”

“Shhh, be quiet” she shushes him once again, maybe a bit harshly. But he shuts his lips and tries to comply, sniffling as his body shakes. “You can cum now” his eyes practically cross hearing that, greedily thrusting his hips up into her a few times before he tenses.

A familiar wanton moan leaving him before his jaw goes slack and his whole body turns to jello on the bed, shooting rope after rope his seed into her amazing cunt. This orgasm way better then the first one. Her walls still fluttering from the after effects of her peak. He fucking loves her pussy so much.

Once his eyes open again, he looks extremely dazed but he’s staring at her with a dopey grin. Watching as she leans down. “You did good” she murmurs, pushing the sweat stuck curls away from his forehead to give it a kiss.