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Anatomy Pt. 4

pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader ft. Eren Yeager

genre: smut (fluff if you squint)

words: 2k+

notes: collegeau!, nerdmin, kissing, grinding, teasing, slight possessiveness, covert intentions, masturbation with unaware participation

AN: BRUH I WORKED ALL DAY ON THIS HOPE YALL ENJOY!!! Part Three ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

As me and Armin exit the room, I see Connie and Jean sitting in the armchairs, that have been moved next to the couch so they can see the tv. Eren was on one end of the couch, eating a slice of pizz. He turns his head around to look at me and Armin, smirking and turning back around. "Took you two long enough, we were going to start without you!" Connie says, picking up the remote and starting the movie.

Armin takes a seat on the other end of the couch, leaving me with the seat between him and Eren. I'm stiff between the two of them, Armin drapes a blanket over the two of us, resting his arm behind me on the edge of the couch. It brings me slight comfort; Armin doesn't pass another glance at me for the rest of the movie.

There was an array of snacks, pizza, and drinks on the table in front of the couch. I grab a slice of pizza during the movie, and lean back onto the couch, talking to Connie, Eren, and Jean. We talked through the movie, laughing at the decisions made by the cast and what we would do if we were stuck in jigsaw's trap.

To tease me, Eren gets in close and says he would probably have to save me from a foolish trap that would have nearly killed me. As I respond to Eren, that he would be the one that would need saving, I hear Armin's arm slide from behind the couch and under the cover. He pulls me in close by the waist and puts his arm around me, urging me to focus on the movie.

He continued to hold me tightly and keep my eyes on the screen in front of me without looking at either Eren or me. I couldn't tell if Armin's hold on me or the blanket and the room's temperature were to blame for my heat. His hand slowly stroked me as his arm encircled me. Whether it be to comfort or captivate me. It's working.

Armin's touch grew frantic and intense even after Connie and Jean turned on the next movie. His hands and fingers are coolly going under my shirt and shorts, holding me tightly, and gently massaging me. Avoid being too close to intimate areas, but also not being too far away. His touch has completely captivated me. With my cheeks flushed, I peek at Armin, hoping—no, praying—that he's watching me. I want him to kiss me tenderly and take me straight on the couch. Armin's face is cool, his cheeks are hot red, and he shared a sidelong glance. His sparkling blue eyes are etched with longing.

He is going to be the death of me.

The remainder of the evening was spent watching a ton of movies together, laughing, and enjoying intense touches with Armin. Every time we touched, my need grew stronger; it seemed like he was spreading his burns all over me with his fire-like fingers. Eren, who was notably irritated by Armin's and my public displays, was the first to retire to bed, claiming an early practice. sarcastically stating that he doesn’t want any noises to wake him up later tonight. Connie and Jean suppress a giggle when Armin gives him a stern look, making fun of Armin's response.

Soon after, Connie and Jean depart, with Connie making things more unpleasant by making overt sexual comments about Armin and myself. "Make sure you two use protection!!" Jean slapped Connie over his head and called him an idiot before closing the door. Armin and I are left alone, with the only light coming from the TV. Since then, he maintained his intensity, but now he was speaking to me. His gentle laugh pierces my heart as he says, "I'm sorry about them, they don't have an ounce of decorum."

"It's okay, I've had worse teasing than Connie's in middle school," I say, laughing with him. "So, are you going to bed or would you like to continue the movie marathon?" I ask, melting beneath his look. Armin's eyes go back to the TV that recommended the next movie for us to watch. "Sure," he smiles. "Please, no more Saw, but let's continue watching some flicks. I've had too much gore for the evening. His soft laugh struck me once more. After taking the remote from the table, leaving the generic Netflix recommendations, and going to the search box, I tease, "Fine, but I'm picking the movie, I want to show you my superior taste." Even though our attention and thoughts were overflowing with need, I decided that Spaceman would be a nice medium after all the horror we endured.

Armin is aware of the effects of his touch on you, and even though the movie you selected is intriguing and what he usually likes, he is more interested in how you are responding to his touches than in what is happening in front of him. He will get close to your pussy, grip your inner thigh, and then gently stroke it afterward. As you writhed under his touch, trying in vain to maintain your focus on the film, the switch drove you insane. Now that Armin has made up his mind, he wants to break you—either physically or emotionally. He wants to find out how hard he can push you until you make the decision to pursue your desires.

"Are you okay?" Armin asks in a low, playful voice as he leans into your ear. You're moving a lot. I yell, "Maybe you should be asking yourself that," as I laugh at his question and notice the redness on his cheeks. I tease. He briefly displays incredulity before quickly responding, "Now, what could you possibly mean by that?"

"You're damn near a tomato, maybe stop working yourself up," I say, pinching his cheek. He begins to chuckle a little too loudly right away, and when I playfully silence him, he leans in and whispers, "Make me." I pause because I can't think clearly because his breath is near me. I place my palm on Armin's face and lean in to see how anxious he is and how deeply he is breathing.

Armin's gaze pierces through my, our breathing is heavy and rapid, Armin never ceases his ministrations. His touch remains constant and heavy. I lean in closer, bringing our lips together ever so gently, and wait. I could tell I was driving him crazy. The movie hums in the background as we get closer. His lovely lips engulf me, and the kiss is gentle and sweet. Armin's hands find my waist and draw me closer to him. His lips ensnare my bottom lip, sucking on it as if he were attempting to pull the sweetness from it. Pulling back slightly, he breathlessly mutters, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

I obeyed right away, Armin's lips wrapping around my tongue, sucking on it and twisting his own tongue around mine. I felt something hard graze my tongue as he swirled around mine, heightening my need. Armin grabs my lips again, his hands caressing my breast through my shirt. I groan slightly, prompting Armin to pull me into his lap. His hands tighten around my waist; to keep me in place, he grinds into me ever so softly and subtly while our kiss intensifies. I put my arms around his neck, grinding along with him, hoping to increase our intimacy, as his hand creeps under my top. Sliding to the back, he undid the clasp, allowing my bra to glide down my arms and through my shirt.

Armin doesn't want to push this moment too far; after all, he's playing the long game, but the plumpness of your ass grinding against him has him drunk with need. He teases your breast through your shirt, not wanting to make contact with your skin, knowing that he'll strip the rest of what you're wearing and fuck you right here on the couch. The way your body responds to such a simple action reinforces his decision even more. Your moan was long and sultry, and it could sink a thousand ships if amplified and used as a weapon. You were the epitome of sin, and Armin would not repent for what he did to you. Now or forever.

Just when you get too handsy, Armin gently leads you away from him, "I believe you've had enough excitement for tonight; it's getting late. I'll walk you to your dorm." He would, and should, invite you to stay, but he knows your presence will result in impulsive decisions and squandered planning. He's not sure if he wants to be someone you'll never forget or someone you'll be completely dedicated to. He hands you your bra and gets up from the couch to fold the blanket and clean the living room. Armin allows me time to collect myself after our passionate endeavor. I could feel an unsatisfied desire fand intrigue forming.

We were out the door in 10 minutes and headed to my dorm. Armin took the liberty of holding my hand the entire time. Unexpectedly, the discussion during our walk was about the movie rather than what just occurred between us. I find myself perplexed, and I chuckle softly, "I didn't even believe you were paying. attention, but I'm glad you liked it. It's one of my favorite films. When we get at my dorm, we stand awkwardly for a minute before Armin gives me a lingering kiss on the cheek, wishing me a good night and saying he will text me later. I could feel the heat spreading to my cheeks all over again, "Get home safe, Arlert."

He waits for me to enter my dorm, only leaving once the door is closed. Armin holds true to his promise, texting you as soon as he gets home, technically it is later.

Armin | 12:45 pm

I made it safe, thanks for coming over. I love how you react for me, maybe we should have more movie nights?

Armin had no shame, and he knew it, he didn’t care about his receipts being on, he waited in your message thread for you to respond. He wants you to know, even just a little bit, that he wants you just as badly as you want him. He just likes to play with his toys before he plays with them.

Reader | 12:58 pm

Lol glad to hear you made it home safe, though it is only a five-minute walk. I wasn’t reacting FOR you, I didn’t peg you as the cocky type Armin.

He enjoys the conversation between you two, and moments later your phone is ringing with his name displayed on the screen. I answer his call on the final ring, intending to leave him waiting; the first thing he says is, "Why did you take so long to respond? Were you not by your phone?" I chuckle lightly at the little hint of irritation in his voice: "I was by my phone, I just wanted you to sweat a little." Armin's dick jerked at your disclosure, and he slid his hand in his sweats, gripping and jerking his shaft while holding the phone to his ear.

"Oh?" he asks, "and why would you want to cause me to sweat?" Did you have a pleasant evening? His dick begins to throb slowly as he imagines your pillow-soft lips caressing his shaft. After a little pause, I say, "I had a good evening, but it seems like you really enjoy teasing people. Like a game of cat and mouse." Armin could feel his penis twitch as he started to jerk off quicker. "You seem to have drawn a pretty strong conclusion there. I'm interested to know who you believe the cat and the mouse to be." Feeling his release approaching, Armin begins to tease his tip, strengthening his hold as his hand reaches it.

Well, I'm not sure I want to share that information. That would, after all, make things less enjoyable, wouldn't it?" Armin mutes himself as he cums into his hand, letting out a long gasp, breathing heavily. After he remained silent for a while and you kept yawning, you said you were going to bed and that you wanted him to have a good night's sleep. With a swift unmute, Armin wishes you a restful night's sleep and promises to text you in the morning. You hummed in response and hung up, leaving Armin a smitten, hot, sticky mess.

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Anatomy Pt. 3

pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

genre: smut

words: 1.4k+

notes: collegeau!, nerdmin, light flirting.

AN: I know it took me a while but we are so BACK!! ENJOY!! Part Two ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

"Are you going to let me in or are you going to keep staring?" I wasn't wearing anything very special. When I said that, he chuckled and moved aside to let me in.

His dorm is like mine; it has a tiny kitchen and a good-sized living area with two doors along the rear wall. I assumed it led to Armin's room, and I figured it was Eren's. One obvious clue is the soccer poster.

Armin observes you moving about and examining his area; he stays silent and merely follows you a little. It would be interesting to see how you would react and how quickly you would settle in.

Armin will gladly play all of this alone with you as an uninformed bystander. "Your dorm layout is the same as mine, minus all the papers and clothes laying around," you say, interrupting his thoughts. Even though Sasha might outdo you guys in the food sphere." When I laugh, he laughs too, and he apologizes for the mess.

He attempts to tidy up slightly partly due to embarrassment creeping up on him and seeing you had nowhere to sit. However, even after he clears the couch off, you don't sit down, instead asking if you two were going to his room.

Checkmate.

As he shows you to his dorm room, Armin's smile almost touches his ears. Having you in his space makes him happy. to be able to observe his test subject up close at last. You were surveying his room in the same way that you were surveying the living room.

You saw how tidy it was in contrast to the cluttered living room. He had a sleek black desk with two enormous monitors in one corner, and his desk was adorned with Valorant, Minecraft, and other gaming memorabilia and souvenirs. He has his twin mattress tucked under his well-made black-covered bed. Assuming he wouldn't mind too much, I chose to sit on his bed. Also, he is blocking my way to the computer chair, so the only place I can go is the bed.

He knows where he wants you. He planned it before you even arrived.

I praised his room and the Eenderman plush toy that hung over one of his monitors while seated on the bed. "You like Minecraft?" lights up his eyes; he's so adorable. I nod and tell them that every year on my birthday, I practically put my parents out of business with Minecraft-related items.

Over the course of the following hour, Armin gradually made his way to sit beside me on the bed and inquired about my life, my likes and dislikes, and whether or not I was content with my time on campus. Armin initially begins examining you from the inside out. Prior to him manipulating you and making you talk about him. After a while, Armin sat next me, but he is incredibly elusive about certain parts of his life.

"What makes you tick?" Armin asks me, staring into my eyes as though something had changed. I ask him, perplexed, "Tick?" I consider my response and ask, "In what ways?" while he nods his head up and down. With a slight smirk on his lips, he chooses to give me a vague response once more, giving me the upper hand. "Anything you're comfortable with sharing, just know, I'm all ears."

I wasn't aware of how close he was earlier as my mind was struggling with what to say next. increasing my anxiety and filthy inner thoughts tenfold. This whole time, our fingers have been grazing one another; it's a subtle yet powerful kind of intimacy.

"What are you going to do with this information once it's divulged?" He leans in close, and I can feel his pinkie slowly encircling mine. "That depends on what's divulged, nothing malicious, unless that's what you're hoping for." He moves closer to me as soon as our pinkies clasp, our bodies touching as though they were attempting to melt into one another.

"Open mouth chewers."

He stares at me perplexed for a bit before laughing, "That's it?" Is that all that makes you tick? | I laugh along with him, but his proximity makes me nervous. "Liars." Armin's eyes darken briefly before he inquires about my ability to detect deception.

"I wouldn't say I know exactly when someone is lying to me but it always comes out eventually." He simply shakes his head in agreement, encouraging me to continue. "Intimacy." His pinky tightens around mine, and his leg moves almost uncomfortably next to mine. "What kind of intmacy?" he asks quietly.

Armin is beginning to believe you enjoy the game as much as he does. "All kinds: intellectual, emotional, and physical. "I want it all. He loves the sound of it, at least for the most part. "I think we've got one of those handled, don't you?" he adds, leaning in so close that our lips barely touch. I can feel my heart waver, and I nod my head slightly. "Yeah, maybe we do."

Just as I was ready to close the gap between us, Armin's dorm door flew open. Connie, Eren, and another guy stand in the doorway. I draw away from Armin, reclaiming the space we shared seconds ago, pinkies no longer joined. Armin is on his feet, pushing them out the door with an array of "Oooh's," and Connie inquires whether this is the "project" Armin mentioned he is working on.

Once everyone has left the room, including Armin, I can feel my breathing returning to normal. I don't even try to hear the conversation on the other side of the door. My mind is reeling with how close he was, and how captivating his intellect and behaviors are. A few moments later, Armin enters the room, his face flushed and frowning. I stand up and get my belongings, figuring I've overstayed my welcome. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he asks, strong yet calm.

"Oh, it's okay with me. What will we be watching?” I say as I return my backpack to his computer chair after letting it slide off my shoulder. “They've already chosen one and placed an order for pizza, so I'm not sure. I hope you enjoy meat lovers.” I want to spend time with him, but I hoped he wouldn't notice my disappointment when "others" was mentioned in the movie invite.

"We don't have to go out there now, If you want more time to...talk." I could hear a recommendation, more like a faint cry, to continue. I sat back down on the bed, and he followed, sitting next to me and closer than before. Our legs and shoulders are touching, and Armin lightly brushes his leg against mine, "Are you even listening to me?" I giggle and shake my head, knowing that all I can think about is us almost kissing. "What's on your mind then, pretty?" He leans in closer, not wanting to miss up this opportunity again. I tease him, "Nothing is on my mind; why? Do you have anything on your mind?

He seemed taken aback by my lighthearted question, and Armin contemplated whether he would give in or continue the game between you two. He knew he didn't have much time, but he couldn't rush this. He understands how it feels to tease, to elicit desire from someone, and he wants to do it with you.

He wants to learn you from both inside and out, including your innermost secrets, desires, and dreams. That would not occur if he rushed. "What's your type?" His question confuses me; it's not our continuous playful banter. "I don't have a type...I just appreciate people who push me in all parts of life. intellectually, emotionally, and sexually. Armin's heartbeat quickened somewhat as a result of your omission.

Understanding that you, too, feel the same way he does. You cut through his thoughts and returned his question. Armin responds almost immediately: "My type?" clever, capable, confident, witty, empathetic, and wonderfully gorgeous, like you.." he whispered the last sentence, just enough for you to hear but wonder what he was saying. Armin, on the other hand, refused to reveal what had passed through his gentle lips, leaving you guessing.

"What was that, Arlert?" Would you like to share something with the class? You say, laughing, knowing your heart is beating faster than you can imagine. He smiles and continues, "Nothing you need to know..yet." He gets out of bed, leaving me wanting more from our conversation. "We should probably meet them out there before they get restless." I smile and nod, allowing my less-than-pure thoughts to fade as I follow him.

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Did I write chapter three of nerdmin on my work computer? Yes. Is it 3 AM and will I go to work and send it to myself? Yes.

Dedication people!

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Anatomy Pt. 2

pairing: Armin Arlert x reader ft. Eren Yeager

genre: smut

words: 800+

notes: collegeau!, nerdmin, light flirting

AN: Part three in the works now! I appreciate everyone who has read so far, I swear I’ll keep going LMAO. Part One ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

The remainder of the week goes without incident, and the party night became background noise for my schoolwork. I'm either studying in the library or in class. Although today I was in the library earlier than usual due to a canceled class, I found my usual corner spot taken by Eren and Armin.

Normally, I would look for another location and steer clear of people at all costs. But our prior exchange only made me more open toward the occupiers. Eren looks up first, facing me as he hears my footsteps. He gives Armin a small smirk and whispers something to him; Armin doesn't look back, but I can see tension in his shoulders.

I walk up to the table, greeting both of them and asking Armin if anyone is sitting next to him. He looks up at me with a small smile shaking his head no, moving his stuff over to allow me to sit and take out my books and laptop. "Hopefully, you guys don't mind me sitting here, even if this is my normal study spot." I say laughing.

Eren is quick to engage in flirtatious and playful banter with me about the study area and how I will now have to "fight to keep him away from here." Armin's quips are even funnier, with a hint of flirtation, as if he's testing the waters. "Eren, you're going to scare her away." Armin says, I watch them out of the corner of my eye. Armin is clearly looking at Eren, signaling something, but I'm not too sure what.

Eren rolls his eyes and starts packing up his belongings, mumbling something about soccer practice, leaving me and Armin alone in the library corner. He doesn't say anything for at least ten minutes, which leads me to believe we'll be studying quietly together. Without looking up from his book, he says, "You didn't text me." I was surprised and a little curious.

I pause for a moment, noting how my prolonged silence only caused his leg to bounce slightly. "You're correct; I didn't text you." He looks at me for a moment before returning to his textbook, asking, "Are you doing well in your studies?" I laugh internally at his question, wanting to pursue it further; he clearly needs some coaching. "I am. Why?" His leg briefly stops shaking before resuming. "Then there's no reason for you to have my phone number, correct?"

"Correct. Would you like me to delete it?" I say teasingly, I could see a slight blush on his cheeks start to form, "My number could be used for other purposes rather than studying, so no. I rather you keep it and use it." he says packing up his stuff and leaving me alone.

His reaction only fueled whatever came next, I pull out my phone and text him. "What other purposes Armin?" and continue the rest of my day studying. He doesn't text me back the rest of the time I'm at the library and once I return to my dorm Sasha is all over me. She's asking me a million questions I stop her and ask her to slow down and tell me what's going on.

"Dude, we got invited to the party of the fucking century. Me, I understand because I've known them forever, but you? How did you get invited to the cabin?" I look at her perplexed, "Cabin? No one told me about a cabin, what are you talking about?" She pulls out her phone, slightly exasperated by my lack of knowledge, showing me a group chat that details a cabin trip and a guest list, brandishing familiar and unfamiliar names, along with my own.

"I have no idea what this is Sasha, also who is them?" Sasha tells me the group chat is compromised of her, some guy named Jean, Connie, two girls names Historia and Mikasa, Eren and Armin. I ask her who added me to the list but she only smiles and laughs. I knew that meant a she wasn't going to budge and I'd have to be left in the dark. I shoot her a pointed look and hear my phone ding from my bag.

I reach for my phone and see Armin's bold but ambiguous text: "Anything you want." He then sends me an invitation to the cabin. Over my shoulder, Sasha is observing the dearth of messages, which amounts to flirtation already beginning. She teased, "Oooh, perhaps he invited you," and walks off to her room.

The rest of the week, I'm texting Armin nonstop, he's witty, funny, a bit of a smart ass and incredibly flirty.  After telling me about his anatomy class, he would tell me that he needed a "hands on experience" and ask me to be his test subject. Or he would ask if he could "learn me, inside and out" while we were deep in conversation, complimenting me on my body structure.

I'm completely flustered, often responding teasingly, leaving him guessing whether his advances are working. I'm eternally grateful that he doesn't see how flushed I am. I received another text from him inviting me to his dorm and providing his building and room number. I replied back, "I'll come, but keep your hands to yourself, Arlert."

He responds immediately.

"No promises."

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my sweet baby nerdmin

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Anatomy

pairing: Armin Arlert x reader ft. Eren Yeager

genre: smut

words: 1K

notes: collegeau!, nerdmin,

AN: This is only part one, if you want to be updated when parts are posted it’s best to keep up to date on wattpad!

They say that college is supposed to be the best experience of your life and boy they weren't wrong. I was dancing through the throng of people attempting to free myself, making my way to the kitchen.

I didn't know many people, I only came to TitanU because of the full ride they offered. Everyone is a fresh face for me but that doesn't deter me. I see my roommate Sasha in the kitchen, making a sandwich with a medium height guy rocking a shaved head.

I walk over to her and greet them both. I could see and hear how obviously drunk they both were but having a great time overall. Sasha throws her arms around me dramatically, "I have been looking for you EVERYWHERE! Where the hell have you been?"

I laugh at her and explained that I was dancing with some frat boys and came to the kitchen for a drink. I could see the guy Sasha is with eyeing me, I look at him and smile, introducing myself.

He smiles just as bright, introducing himself as Connie, then asking me if I wanted to "elevate the party" I look at him quizzically, wondering what he meant. Sasha eyes the both of us, nervously laughs and tells me to ignore Connie.

I stashed this interaction in the back of my head for later, reaching for the closest bottle to pour myself a drink. Right when I was going to grab it, I see someone reaching for it. "Oh, I'm sorry" I say, "You can pour it first." The blonde-haired guy only politely nodded, pouring himself a drink, then offering to pour mine.

I gladly accept, thanking him and walking off once my cup is full. Throughout the party, I was by myself, mingling with whoever talked to me first and dancing with Sasha whenever she didn't disappear. After my fourth drink, I decided to sit down and calm myself down.

I leaned my head back on the couch, letting the bass from the music vertebrate through my body, and my eyes close. It had only been five minutes then I heard "Hey, you okay?" in my ear. I sit up immediately, coming face to face with a brown-haired boy wearing a worried expression on his face.

Damn he's fine.

I nod my head and sit up, leaning back onto the couch more to put space between us two. I could hear Sasha coming through the crown of college students with water for me. "Here! You need to drink think; you were starting to look dead on the couch!" The guy takes the water bottle from Sasha, taking the cap off and handing it to me.

I take the water from him, thanking both of them and taking a couple of sips. I was uncomfortable with them hovering over me and decided to stand up and introduce myself. "Damn Eren, you didn't have to snatch the water bottle, I was going to give it to her." Sasha says.

Eren is his name. Interesting.

He rolls his eyes and introduces himself regardless of Sasha's outburst. I eye him up and down, taking note of his muscular build and striking green eyes. I was practically groping him with my eyes.

I attempted to engage in light conversation with both of them while I recovered, learning that him and Sasha have been friends since they were teenagers, apparently their entire friend group are students at TitanU, varying different majors.

Eren is a political science major and Sasha majors in culinary arts. The more we talk, the closer me and Eren lean into each other. I could get lost for hours, listening to him. Sasha picked up on the tension, announced she needs more alcohol in her system and told us to not have too much fun.

I laughed at her lack of discretion as she winked at me. I turned my attention back to Eren whose eyes were glued to me. "Like what you see?" I say, he raises his eyebrow and smirks "Maybe I do, what's wrong with that?"

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I smiled at him saying "Nothing wrong with it, it's better to act than stare though." I walk away from him knowing guys like him are clearly all about the chase. I make my way outside and spot Sasha getting ready to jump in the pool. I run over to her, just before she jumps in the blonde-haired guy, I saw earlier whispers something to her.

I could see a slight hint of resolve in her eyes before she backs away from the pool earning "awws" and "boos" from those cheering and egging her on. I walk over to her, connie, and the blonde hair boy, Sasha and connie were too engrossed in whatever party trick they wanted to complete next.

I roll my eyes at their antics laughing, looking at the quiet blondie, asking what he said to Sasha to get her to back down. He looked at me for a moment, I could see a violent blush on his face as he matter-of-factly stated what he told Sasha and how her decision would only lead to social unrest.

I stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded by his seriousness and started laughing. His eyebrow raised at my sudden burst but eventually started laughing with me awkwardly. He introduces himself as Armin, a freshman majoring in anatomy and physiology.

The conversation with Armin flows so well, he's very attentive, asking me questions about my major, life before TitanU, if I liked it here so far. Every answer I had for him was met with another question, as if he was trying to dissect me and my life. Unlike Eren's intense gaze, Armin's is inquisitive and shows a hint of allure.

I would say he's attractive, his thick framed glasses only enlarged his bright blue eyes which mesmerized me. It only felt right to give him my undivided attention as he was doing the same. Armin shuffled closer to me and asked if I was struggling with any classes and how he could help.

I wasn't struggling with any of my studies, but I knew what he was hinting at. I chose to play along, "I have been struggling in my statistics class, that would be great, thank you Armin." I suggest exchanging numbers.

As I passed Armin my phone, Eren came, swinging an arm around Armin's shoulders looking at the phone in his hands. "When did you get that case Armin, not really your style." he says laughing. Armin scoffs playfully, shrugging Eren off. "It's not mine" Armin says, handing my phone back to me.

I could see he placed his full name in my phone with a cute controller emoji. "Is there something wrong with my case Eren?" I say playfully. He shook his head and laughed, "No, it makes sense that it's yours. I'm going to borrow Armin, as long as you two are done?"

Eren glanes between us both, noticing the blush on Armin's face and recalling the phone exchange. They both stalk off with each other seemingly in a hushed conversation. Only Armin looked back at me and put his hand up, whether that be as a sorry or see you later, I was interested.

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know yall seen that nerdmin edit ! I made a story inspired by it ☺️☺️

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All of my unfinished fics 😭😭

innocently getting ready in the morning while still wearing his shirt from the night before, diligently brushing your teeth when he sneaks up behind you, pressing his hard length against you in his thinly veiled boxers.

it happens so fast you don’t realize you’re being bent over, panties shoved to the side in wake of his aching cock sinking into your warmth with a heavenly groan of your name.

gripping onto the sink was barely enough to steady you as he delivered thrust after thrust, fingers digging into your hips as if his life depended on it. the toothbrush landed in the sink with what would’ve been a distinct clink if not for the endless stream of moans spilling past your lips.

his pace was relentless, your body still waking up from the deep sleep you were in only minutes ago. the slightly sleepy state only hurtled you towards reaching that blissful high, your thighs trembling as they could barely stand their ground against his sudden onslaught.

a large hand grabs a hold of your head, forcibly snapping your attention up so you have no choice but to see yourself in the reflection. your eyes were barely opened but you could see the toothpaste smeared across your lips, a sliver of drool dripping out from the corner of your mouth as he continued to ruin you.

your eyes fight to match his gaze in the mirror before meeting a dark and hungry look that had you clenching around his length — further encouraging him to make a mess out of you before you so much as said good morning.

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Someone please send me an ask so I can have some motivation!

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I wanted to share something with you all !!! IM WRITING AN ORIGINAL STORY!!! It’ll only be on Wattpad but I would love you guys support!! It’s wlw and I’m really excited about what the future holds !!!

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why the fuck would you blaze your shitty rape porn? do you just not care that actual rape victims are forced to see this shit? hope you cure your brain damage or kill yourself soon. either option is good.

Stop this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me 🤧

Edit: in all seriousness, I put correct tags and my blog literally says dark content is present 🤘🏽 idk what you gained from this long ass ask but to each their own

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needing more izuku stuff !!!!

would love any kind of perv izuku🙏‼️

also love the writing style!

I LOVE IZUKU AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT ABOUT HOW GROSS AND PRECISE HE’D BE IF HE WAS A PERVERT ESPECIALLY TO THE NEW MOM NEXT DOOR !!! I GOT SLIGHT CARRIED AWAY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, THANK YOU FOR THIS INSPIRATION AND BEING MY FIRST REQUEST! HOPEFULLY OTHERS WILL COME FORWARD WITH ANOTHER REQUEST! ૮꒰ྀི◜༝◝ ꒱ྀིა

Mentions of: stalking, surveillance, dubcon/noncon, single mom, self-gratification, drugging, manipulation, insecurity, paranoia, intruder staging/descriptive imagery.

♤ Pervert Izuku is perfect by design; very sweet, humble but it’s not overbearing, helpful, handy, and most importantly, good with kids.

 ♤ You quickly became his target, and the day you moved in, Izuku insisted on helping you carry everything in. Naturally, as many mothers, you were apprehensive to accept the newly acquainted young man inside your home and denied his assistance. Izuku quickly responded by mentioning his own single mother, how he only wants to make her proud, and how she would hit him across the head if he didn't help you.

 ♤ Izuku is a wonderful liar; he did not lie about his single mother, nevertheless he has already made her proud in many ways. Izuku utilized the excuse of "helping you move in" to remember and photograph your house layout, taking special note of where your bedroom would be and the most convenient entry points to reach you in the smallest and quickest span of time.

 ♤ Naturally, you offered him money in exchange for his services, but Izuku politely rejected and instead requested that you prepare him a dinner. He could tell you were stressed; he notices the absence of a band on your finger and the bags under your eyes. You would be his easiest target, and invading your life would be his number one priority: 

 You prepare a three-course dinner for him and yourself granting his request. When he is done hauling everything in, he comes to the dining room and much to your surprise, attempts to assist you in setting the table. You lead him immediately to the table he put together for you and tell him to wait, which is when the true game begins. 

 Izuku did exactly as you said, making sure to move his seat closer to yours and graciously thanking you for your hospitality and the meal you made for him. He could see the glint in your eyes and the darkness surrounds you temporarily lifting. “It’s the least I can do after you helped me move everything in.  It’s been really hard so I really appreciate it.” 

 The entire meal is spent in conversation between you two as you tell him about your life, including learning that your high school love cheated on you for years, which finally led to a divorce and your move into his neighborhood. When the moment is right, Izuku puts his hand on yours, and you give him a beautiful grin in return, but you move your hand away.

 Izuku's tactics are like that of a predator expertly pursuing his prey; he is aware of your vulnerability and can practically hear you berating yourself for falling for the first man who shows you kindness and telling yourself that you should be concentrating on your children and your collapsing life.

 Over the course of the dinner, you two exchange stories and laughs. Izuku apologizes for the affair and divorce, saying your former spouse is a moron who would never screw a woman like you. He noticed the glimmer in your eye growing, but he wasn't prepared for you to hurry him out the door with leftovers and a heartfelt thank you. It left the young man both perplexed and interested. Making you his and his alone was the only thing on his mind.

 Over the next year, Izuku slowly becomes a household name, a part-time nanny, and a full-time pervert. It was all apart of his five step plan:

1. Slow and steady wins the race. Your love languages consist of acts of service and words of affirmations. Make a point to always bring flowers, to help out whenever he had the chance, and passionately express how great of a mother and person you are.

2. Whenever he had a chance to be in your house he’d place or fix any cameras and mechanism he had. 

3. After a year, if you voice the three phrases: “I don’t know what I do without you”, “"I value you and our relationship so much", “"I'm so thankful for you" that’s when he’ll begin to prepare the trap and catch his prey.

  The first line was spoken during a storm that left you without electricity, but fortunately Izuku had a generator. You had a lovely day with your baby at his house. You three cooked dinner, baked s'mores, and ended with watching finding Nemo with your head on his shoulder you whispered, "I don't know what I'd do without you.”

  The second line describes an evening you spent returning home from work. You asked him if he wanted dinner after you returned home, clearly agitated, and thanked him for watching your daughter. Izuku moved quickly toward you, stroking your arms and inquiring as to how you were doing. When you told him about your day, you began to break down. You explained how your manager and clients yelled at you, and your supervisor had gone over the articles you had sent in and given you a 24-hour window to create another one. Izuku gave you reassurance right away and even offered to assist with brainstorming and drafting another piece.

 The third line came the same night, in the midst of Izuku consoling you, you took it as an opportunity to lean in and kiss him. You were stuttering, hastily apologizing and ushering him out the door. You expressed his importance in your life as a friend and would never want to make him uncomfortable. You shut the door before allowing him to say a word. Izuku went home and didn’t come see you until 3 days later. This is when the nexts steps continue:

4. Izuku will allow the connection to become awkward, flirty, and stressful. He will sexually frustrate you and infiltrate your home. The eventual effect of this phase will be sexual frustration, confusion, and exhaustion. Izuku's purpose is to make you hungry for him and afraid in your home so you invite him over more often.

 Izuku took his time in this phase, offering to watch your toddler while you worked. When you arrived home, dinner would be ready, and after you finished eating, Izuku would draw a bath with a glass of wine waiting for you and before the evening concluded you would always receive a massage from the talented man. Izuku's hands would droop and became eager with each massage. Your robe would drop lower, revealing more of your body, and he noticed it. This action indicated to him that you were mentally ready for him to take you somewhere. 

 When he came up to you in the kitchen, his footsteps were typically silent, but you could always feel his presence behind you. Izuku would be positioned behind you, gazing over your shoulder and begging you to feed him. You'd then turn around with a spoon, realizing how close he is and how he has you encircled and blocked on each side by his hands on the counter. The look in his eyes indicates hunger, but you both know it is not for whatever is in the pot.

 Izuku persisted in his antics, being a charming, flirty, and ideal man! Then at night he’d break into your house in one of three ways: through your bedroom window, your toddlers bedroom window, or directly through the front door. Why? The most horrifying ways for someone to enter your house are through the front door without leaving any trace behind, through the window in your own bedroom, or through the window in your child's bedroom.

 In an effort to instill fear in you, Izuku would, for the following thirty days, take objects you knew you had put away or steal a sock or piece of your underwear, forcing you to search for the missing items every wash day. He even went so far as to break in while you were at work and replace your usual nightly prescription with sleeping pills so he could record himself enjoying your nude body in front of him. He would cover your lips with a damp paper towel and brush his angry head over it so as not to shock you or cause any physical reactions.

   Whenever he leave his through your windows he he leaves a flower at the base, and set off a trigger mechanism rendering noises that sound like a break-in once he’s at home to wake you to his gift. As a result of all he did, you were always left crying and at his door in the middle of the night with your sleepy toddler on your hip, pleading with him to let you and her stay.

 Throughout these nights you two would either stay up talking about what happened or you’d end up in his arms sleep. His plan has one more final phase before he can officially steal your heart, mind, body, and soul:

 

5. Izuku needed to create a situation where he’s saving you or you and your child.

 Over the course of the following two weeks, Izuku took steps to ensure that you would be left helpless and vulnerable. A staging firm from another country was called upon to break into the house, give you and your child enough time to hide, give Izuku enough time to enter, and have extra staff on standby as police officers. The break-in happened a week later, and although you were already having trouble sleeping due to your ongoing anxiety and terror, it's real now, and you're terrified.

 You jump out of bed, make your way to your daughter’s room, and you both hide in a small nook in the back of your daughter’s closet. Your heart is pumping in your ears and the fear on your daughter’s face is heartbreaking and nauseating. You silently prayed with your eyes closed, you could hear the people rummaging through the house, and talking just loud enough for anyone in the house to hear. Then, a knock invokes silence through the house, you thought the intruders speaking was bad, this is ten times worse. Then the doorbell rings out breaking the silence and then your name could be heard. 

 The tension in your chest is temporarily lifted when you hear Izuku's voice at your door asking for you. Perhaps you two will be fine, but the sound of quiet shuffling can be heard once the key lock turns. You longed to leave the closet and warn him about what awaits him, but your child's safety comes first, and you know he would agree. When the front door opens, you hear scuffling and curses flying; you protect your daughter's ears when you hear: "Get him to the floor, fuck him up, kill him." You couldn't control your breathing, and it felt like all the blood rushed to your ears.

 The next thing you hear is what you believe to be a gunshot, and your body stiffens until you hear Izuku shouting to you and sirens outside. You clutch your babygirl tightly in your arms and rush out to him, yelling his name. Coming around the corner, you collide with him and collapse into his arms. You glance up at him and see the injuries he inflicted on the attackers, which makes you cry even harder. He assures you that everything is fine and expresses care for you and your daughter's well-being.

 After the "police" arrive, Izuku is by your side as you describe what you heard, did, and what has been going on for the past few weeks, but this is not new information. Izuku particularly called this firm since they are recognized for providing discretion for a lump sum of money and the ability to construct any fictitious scenario by any means necessary for as long as the client pays. He doesn't mind the glances he gets from various "officers"; he knows what they're thinking; he's sick, and he knows it.

Izuku insist that you and your daughter stay at his house until everything was handled and the investigation was completed. The officials authorized you and him to get essentials for you and your daughter. Everything is numbing; you feel powerless, useless, and incapable of leading a regular life. Then comes the breakdown: you're in the toilet of the shared room with your sleeping daughter, and the last thing you expect is a knock and Izuku entering with you.

 You try to wipe your tears away quickly, but he sits down on the floor with you and draws you close. When he starts caressing your back, you clutch to him and cry even harder; you two have been stuck like that for two hours, your eyes are tired and red, but when you look up at him, all he can think about is wanting to see the same expression in the bedroom. The feel of his hard-on should have been a red flag for you; you shouldn't have leaned in, but you did, and this is what he's been looking for.

 Izuku takes full advantage of this time, savoring the first kiss between you two; he's slow at first, which is great. He grips your waist and pulls you onto his lap, careful not to break the kiss, biting your lip to secure your closeness, which is rewarded with a tiny groan from you. He moves quickly with you in his arms, being sure not to wake your sleeping daughter, and brings you upstairs to his bedroom.

 Izuku is weary of being hungry for you, of using his hand while looking at pictures of you from the cameras in your bathroom and shower; now is the time for the real thing, and he will not disappoint. He tosses you on the bed, closes and locks the door, and then leaves you in his bathroom. You were perplexed, but the heartbeat underneath stopped all warning sirens in your thoughts. Izuku emerges from the restroom with a crimson fluffy garment and begs you to put it on for him. You'd never had a man beg you to do anything, but when it came to him, he gave the word a special meaning. How could you say no?

 The smile he gives you ignites your body, and you swiftly remove your clothes and attempt to dress in the bathroom. He's quick to stop you, noticing the perplexity on your face as he timidly asks you to undress for him. You were completely flustered; it had been a long time since you had done anything intimate, and you had never stripped for anyone before. Izuku's face is crimson, which calms you down; knowing that you and him are possibly going through something together and sharing the same emotions inspires you to remove your shirt, followed by your pajama bottoms. His gaze is fixed on your body as you tease him by pulling down your bra and underpants.

 He enjoys seeing you like this; he wants to see more, touch you, and that is exactly what he does. Izuku holds you close and kisses your stomach and thighs, getting particularly close to your pussy. He brings you to the bed and softly glides his hands under both of your thighs to the back of your knees to raise your legs up. Your eyes are fixed on the ceiling, and your mind is reeling from the excitement and adrenaline of the night's events.

 He asks if you are okay, and you only hum in return, he gets in your face and asks the same thing again. You reassure him, and he asks that you keep your eyes on him. "Say it, say you'll keep your eyes on me."He swears he sees a sparkle in your large eyes, and you respond, "I will keep my eyes on you."

Then he's in between your legs like a thirsty puppy; he begins with a soft kiss, testing your waters to see what makes you squirm, moan, and quiver, and once he does, you're putty in his mouth. Izuku takes his time with you, yet he leaves no aspect of you unnoticed or ignored. His tongue seems to write incantations on your clit and slit, causing you to buck and tangle your fingers in his hair. Izuku enjoys this moment, sighs into your cunt, and continues to lick and torment your clit. He looks up at you and falls in love. Your hair is sticking to you now, pleasure is written all over your face, and he understands what you want.

He lets you to rest your legs on his shoulders, relieving the pressure, and puts a finger into your dripping hole. Your moans are beautiful, and the way you speak his name makes Izuku happy right now, but he can't leave unless you're foolish on his cock. He takes a long lick before raising his head and saying, "How does it feel, pretty?" You've always loved his pet names, which he'd occasionally say to you, but this is overwhelming. Your response is breathy and hardly coherent: "I'm- It- it feels good, please don't stop." He can feel you tighten around his fingers, which are stroking your ravenous hole, laughs, and continues to devour you.

Izuku's speed increased the knot in your gut, and you felt heated and overstimulated.His tongue and fingers are a gift from heaven. He took his time to discover your sweet spot and what feels most comfortable for you, and once he does, you're a mess. Izuku suddenly stops in front of you and plants kisses on your lips, neck, and breast. Your eyes were no longer on him; instead, they were tightly closed as you braced yourself for the surge of pleasure that was about to hit. At this moment, your body is overheating and your cunt is aching and asking to be penetrated. "Izuku~ why did you stop?"

"How much is it really yours?" His head raises, revealing tears that look ready to burst. "Use your words, sweetheart; don't cry." You lustfully and clearly tell him how much you want to be fucked until you're sore. "Anything you wish pretty," he says, laughing at your audacity. Izuku takes off his clothes fast, and he quickly gets to work on you, nuzzling your clit with his fingers and your nipples with his lips and tongue. All he wants to hear is that you plead and beg for him to fuck you, to make you his, to put another baby in you.

Izuku exclaims, "I want you to have my babies," while spreading your legs apart and nudging your clit with his irate head. "I want to make you my wife," he said, and proceeded to insert his sensitive cock into you. Izuku groans at the feeling and tells you how wonderful it is, saying, "You're so fucking warm and tight. You handle it so nicely and are so lovely and gorgeous.” His strokes got quicker and deeper with each compliment, and your cunt got tighter and your head lighter. Your groans are hypnotizing him as you encircle him with your arms and legs, pushing him to remain close. Your nails are also digging into his back. You whisper to him in a gentle way how much you've wanted him since you moved here and how you stroked yourself to the thought of him.

Izuku goes into overdrive when you tell him something he already knew, pounding your cunt repeatedly and making a valiant effort to control himself. He couldn't deny that he is just as overstimulated as you are. Ever since you moved in, Izuku has taken delight in the surveillance cameras he installed in your home, even today. As you match his beat, you draw him out of his thoughts and convert him into mush. Izuku starts to cry as he gets into you. Even when he moans in your ear after cumming in you, you simply turn him over, re-insert his dick, and ride him.

Just in case this is the last night, you want to make the most of it. Izuku's voice is cracking and his face is a beet red. He bucks into you, eager to get to his next release, saying, "I- I didn't know you-ahh~." You keep up with him and pound into him. Izuku will never be able to let anybody else have you since you were such a vision of beauty, and the way your tits bounced in his face showed how much you seized control.

"Zuku~ please, cum in me," you say, Izuku doesn’t stop even though he can feel your legs trembling. He abuses your spot forcing  you to put your hands on his chest to make yourself arch more. Your eyes are now behind your head and your loud, broken moans are coming from every hit to your sweet spot. You eventually release on his cock, which propels you forward in his arms while you cry with sheer pleasure.

You are sound asleep and Izuku kisses your head and covers you with the blanket, making sure to be quiet as he exits the room. Izuku enters his workspace, signs in to his monitor, and activates his room's camera. He collects the footage from this night, takes out the sections that don't feature you and him, stores it on a flash drive, and conceals it in his attic for later. He finally got what he wanted and like he said before, he doesn’t plan on letting you go.

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ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY 😁😁😁😁

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Puppy Izuku 2

pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

genre: smut

words: 3k+

notes: cock ring, hybrid!izuku, brown skin reader, jealously, use of mommy,

AN: This is a revised version of the original. Hopefully you guys like it! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Part one

✰ 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥!

✰ 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

✰ 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰.

✰ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 "𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘡𝘶𝘻𝘶," 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

✰ 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴. "𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

✰ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘧𝘶𝘯-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

✰ 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴.

✰ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥:

You've made the decision to bring Izuku along on your errands, and naturally, you want to take him shopping for his favorite foods in an effort to give your puppy more energy. "Zuku, move quickly! Already, we've fallen behind. Are you positive you don't need my help there?” There's a loud no from the bedroom, then some scuffling, and then the door opens. A well-groomed and well-dressed Izuku come out; you would think he had a date if he weren't going out with you.

"Zuku! You look so handsome, and you're such a wonderful boy getting ready by yourself. You look really good for your mommy. At this moment, his tail is wagging madly behind him, and his cheeks are red. "I-is it okay if I stop calling you mommy?" Izuku ears instantly droop upon staring at your face, thus your countenance must have echoed the immense sorrow that flowed through your chest. You ask him, "Why, my sweet baby?" with a sugarcoated smile on your face as you go up and scratch his right ear.

He softly grumbles into your touch as he lays his head into your palm. "I’m no longer a baby; I should call you something different." His speech is hesitant and unsure, and you always want to encourage him to express what he feels. "Alright Zuku, what time would you prefer to call me?" He struggles to let the phrase come out of his mouth as he glances down at the ground, dodging your gaze. "Izuku?" "What is it, baby? You know you can tell me," you say as you stop touching at his ear and cup his face in your hands, pushing him to look you in the eye.

“My girlfriend. I want you to be my girlfriends,” his eyes are serious but you couldn’t understand why his tense nor are you aware of where he learned the notion of boyfriend and girlfriend. “Sure, honey, whatever you want,” you swear there’s a tiny twinkle in his eyes as soon as you respond. You plant a kiss on his lips, anticipating a peck, but Izuku draws you closer by encircling your waist with his powerful arms, intensifying the kiss. He’s not typically this forward, and when he is, it’s usually rough and ends with sex.

Without hesitation, you kept kissing him, and the longer you kissed him, the more affectionate he got. "Well, okay! Before the rain starts, Zuku, we have to head out! You distance yourself from him, holding onto his hand as you guide him out the door. Izuku and you head to the stores after double-checking the lock. The street market isn't too far from your shared condo, so you two stroll hand in hand for three blocks.

Izuku talked in great depth about his activities when you're not around during your stroll. "I then made sure to tidy up after breakfast after you left! Since you said you would clean your closet but never did, I also cleaned it after. After I finished, I watched the same show you usually see about the different men and women who fall in love. The one where they’re always falling in love and kissing! You glance at him warily and make sure to check both directions before crossing the street.

"Zuku, which show are you referring to?" He wags his tail in the air as you both cross the street. Izuku lifts his head and uses his nose to detect scents in the air. He catches the smell of apple pie from the new bakery. He's so enthusiastic that he doesn't even answer your question."Zuku! "Slow down!" you shout, but he ignores you as he quickly pulls you up the streets before coming to a stop at the market entrance.

"Bad boy!” Izuku didn't get a good look at you, but now that he has, he feels bad for not appreciating your beauty earlier. "I almost broke my sandal." Your gorgeous brown skin seemed to sparkle in the sun. You were wearing a white sundress that hugs you perfect revealing your fat ass, white sandals, and a sparkling "I" necklace around your neck that accentuated your cleavage and proclaimed your identity to everyone. Izuku's heart swells at this. "You're glowing."

Your cheeks start becoming flushed, and the annoyance you have toward him fades away. He consistently manages to defuse situations. "Why thank you, Izuku, you're so charming, my good boy," you say as you clasp your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. At this moment, his tail is swinging madly behind him, and his cheeks are a blazing scarlet. "Let's get you some sweets," you said. People who are passing by usually stare at you while you walk together, but it doesn't bother you.

You walk into the store together in hand while allowing the aroma of different pies, cakes, and cookies to fill your senses. The store owner is alerted to the front by the bell's sound, "Welcome to June's Bakery! The store owner frowns upon seeing the two of you holding hands. How may I he-? He shrugs and continues, "Hybrids aren't allowed in shop, health code reasons," all the while keeping a close eye on Izuku. You laugh at what he said, but before you can curse at him, Izuku tightly grips your hand. A gentle smile appears when you look up at him. "No worries, I'll wait outside."

He’s out the door and in full view of the wide window pane before you have a chance to object. Enraged, you turn to face the store owner, who dismisses you and pulls out a notepad. "Now, what can I get for you, sugar?" you ask, mocking the pet name as you jot down a list of all the goods you'd like. "Coming up, pretty lady." You were so over his blatant and repulsive attempts to flirt with you. When you turn around, a group of young women are gathered around Izuku, giggling and caressing him all over. He’s vigorously wagging his tail, and the final straw is him allowing one of the girls to encircling herself around his arm.

How dare he?! You can feel the rage rising within of you. the once he escapes your grasp and receives some attention, he folds? "Here you are, miss," without even meeting his gaze as you grab the treat bag for your now-ungrateful pet. Izuku whips his head in your direction at the sound of the shop bell, clearly observing the look of disgust on your face. "Let’s go. We’re going home.” His tail and ears dropped as a result of your harsh tone, shaking and pushing the women away from him so they could follow you. On the walk home, he tried to take your hand every time, but you rejected him.

Izuku was at your feet attempting to take off your shoes as soon as you two entered the house. You slightly bend down to unlatch your strap and kick him to the side. From the corner of your eye, you can see him sulking and threatening to cry, making you roll your eyes and kick off your shoes. You take off your dress as you go down the corridor, making sure to look him in the eye before entering the room. Slowly following behind, he already knows what's coming up for him..

As you can see, Izuku has witnessed you in similar states of mind before. He distinctly recalls that you didn't inform him that he would also be receiving shots when you took him to the doctor for a checkup. Izuku, however, didn't take the news well and ultimately caused 1,669,500 yen worth of damage to the patient chair. You give him the order to get undressed and lay on the bed. He takes his clothing and boxers shakily, looking scared and tucking his fluffy green tail between his legs. "Mom-"

“Izuku, just do what I say.”

You pass him by as you head to the closet you two share without even looking at him. He sees things being angrily flung across the room and you scrounging around. The instant you materialize in front of him, Izuku is kneeling on the bed, taking the noises coming from loud as a warning. “Do you know why I’m upset with you? Do I not give you enough attention? Why ask me to be your girlfriend if you rather be around other women?” you question are rapid fire but the last one has a bit of melancholy. Izuku is brokenhearted by the tone of your voice. “No! You give me enough attention! I- I didn’t me-“

"Who gave you permission to speak? You’re being a bad dog” even though you said that earlier the malice in your tone pushes him over the edge. Izuku is now pathetically crawling to the side of the bed, wailing into your tummy with a tight grip on your hips. His sobs and hiccups don't move you nor when he repeatedly apologizes to you. You push him away to expose a rubber purple ring. "Are you aware of what this is?" Izuku looks up, his flaming eyes and hot cheeks visible as he shakes his head. It's a ring for you cock. Now lay back so I can put it on," he obeys, his melancholy eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. He could soon feel your face getting close to his flaccid member.

His dick twitches in amazement at the unexpected sensation of your tongue on it as you go down his shaft. "Mommy, please go faster." You scoff at his request and carry on moving slowly while slicking his dick with saliva. Izuku is growing impatient; his tip effortlessly touches the back of your throat as he draws his release nearer. "I'm going to c-" before he could say anything more, the circular item is slid down his shaft and tightened at the base. "Once more, who granted you permission to speak?" You make all of these adjustments to straddle yourself around his hips while maintaining eye contact. Right now, all that was on your mind was venting your frustrations, without caring what he wants in return.

His member is painfully pulsating against your folds, waiting for you to move, but you choose not to. You sat there for a while. You hold onto both of your puppy's nipples, initially stroking them lightly to conceal your true intentions as you stare at him with disgust. "You really are repulsive." Izuku whimpers in response to this comment, pointing his ears down; you decided to grind against him while continuing to softly stroke his nipples. He begins to try to lift his hips higher in the hopes of finding some relief. You tease his tip along your hole while twisting his nipples, calling him a "attention whore."

"Tell me what you talked about with those women outside, and maybe I'll let you fuck me," However, his attention being hindered by your icy, unforgiving glare and the sensation of your slick coating his dick. "I-um-we-" you cease shifting your hips in response to his stutter. "Spit it out, mutt." At this statement, Izuku can feel his heart breaking. You don't say anything as your hips begin to move slowly again, “They told me I was cute..and if I was lost or had an owner.” You roll your eyes and demanded he tell you what his reply was. It’s almost like you’re spitting venom at him “I told them I did and that my mommy would be back!” "And?" As you accelerate, his whimpers become moans, and he makes sure to put his tip in each time you move upward. "The—They refused to leave me alone! I swear!”

"That’s my good boy." extending your hand back to align his tip with your hole, you glide down his shaft and allow him to enter your cunt. "Let mommy take care of you." You begin by painfully slowly moving up and down his shaft while relying on his chest to support you as you sit up and balance yourself on the balls of your feet. Your cunt feels so warm and welcoming which Izuku takes as an invitation or him to pound into you, which is exactly what he starts to do.

Izuku begins to set his own speed, first enjoying keeping up with your rhythm as he thrusts with you, but gradually his tempo quickens. Instead of telling him to stop, you bounce along with him. His dick hurts from the sound of your cunt and you being undone and out of breath above him. “Mommyy~ it hurts..can I please cum inside." He begs, "Go ahead, Zuku," and without pausing, digs his claws into your hip to keep you there securely.

He notices how reactive you were and continues pounding into you trying to catch his own release. Your large, attractive brown tits were bouncing in his face, and your face was engraved with pride and ecstasy. You were a complete mess above him. He can sense his release approaching, yet the longer he fucks into you, the more excruciating throbbing he experiences. "My poor baby, is he trying to cum?" Did you forget about the toy?~" Even with the excruciating throbbing, Izuku didn't stop listening to your seductive and spiteful voice. He can’t comprehend the idea behind this device, but he can feel the knot in his stomach becoming unbearably uncomfortable.

"Mommy! It hurt! Please, take it off!” You disregard his request and carry on with your unrelenting speed of bouncing on his dick. Your moans become more frequent and expressive, and he can feel your cunt tighten and spasm around him. "I apologize; you were still a bad boy, Zuku. Now be quiet and let mommy to finish!”

You bury your head in his neck and crash down on his cock, ignoring his shouts and pleads for you to take the toy off. Seeking another release, you lean on him once again. The sensation of your well-groomed nails scraping down his arms makes him tremble. His eye is leaking tears due to the pressure, and as soon as they slip down his cheek, you lick them away. Your breath is so ragged, and he can hear how carelessly and forcefully you were smashing down on his dick. "Zuku, never do that again! Do not allow anybody to touch you in that way! I'm only permitted to!”

You lift your head from his neck and place your full lips against his. He can sense your legs trembling around him and the warm liquid puddle between your thighs as a result of the intense and hurried kiss. The sensation of his dick twitching and throbbing in your cunt reminds you of the device as you distance yourself from him and stare him in the eye. You can see how red his face and eyes were.

Oh, my poor baby! You swiftly slide off and take the toy off with your lips, being careful so you can allow him to cum in your mouth. His entire body seems to unwind the instant it's off, as seen by his trembling thighs. You go into the bathroom for a moist towel and wipe yourself and him down wherever necessary. Once you’re finished, Izuku is holding you, begging, pleading to not get rid of him and how he’s sorry. Izuku asks, "Do you really think I'm a mutt?" with sorrowful eyes as you immediately apologize for being so unkind and envious.

You promptly comfort him and make a vow not to repeat that. "Remember that you are my special, priceless baby, Zuku." "Does that imply that you still love me?" he questions. When you offer him a gentle kiss and tell him, "I never stopped, baby,"

Izuku pulls you closer to him, pin you under him and covers your face and neck in kisses.