brookezuku

a/n: hihi!!! this is my first fic ever! tips are greatly appreciated, but please keep it respectful! enjoy! 😊

contents—alpha!no.1 hero!switch!izuku midoriya, beta!fem!no.2 hero!switch!reader, izuku uses the term “baby”, hate sex, unprotected sex, enemies with benefits, dacriphiliya if you squint

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you hate izuku midoriya.

not just a casual hate. you’re rivals.

every time the hero charts are released, it’s the same. either you’re number one or he is.

this time around, he was given the number one spot. fuck him and his stupid ass freckles.

and, of course, following the ceremony, there was the biannual hero gala. being the number two hero, you couldn’t skip it. the media would have your head.

that’s exactly how you found yourself in luxury, red-bottomed heels that cost more than most people’s rent. but being number two meant you had an abnormal amount of cash, and even that had barely even made a difference. not to mention the dress you’re wearing that costs three times more than the shoes. it’s a sleek, black, strapless dress with a slit on the left side that goes up to your thigh. with it, you carry a small handbag. it holds money and your phone. you think you’re set to leave.

you don’t think to grab heat suppressants.

why?

it’s not supposed to come for another week.

you drive to the gala, and it’s boring as usual. reporters attempt to swarm you, but you’re able to expertly dodge them, thanks to all the media training you’ve taken up.

you’re having a nice chat over a drink with another hero, specifically uravity, when you spot him.

izuku fucking midoriya.

the two of you lock eyes across the room.

the thought of him sobers you up instantly. or turns you on. there’s really no telling. you excuse yourself, and uravity gives a soft murmur of understanding.

your feet take you to an abandoned balcony. you’d been in that stuffy, yet very elegant, room for two hours now.

then you feel it.

that familiar ache—the warmth between your legs.

you’d just taken a deep breath when you heard the sliding door open and footsteps. they’re heavy and confident. shit. you’re doomed.

“there’s my favorite beta,” a familiar voice teases lowly. “i almost thought you were going to pretend to ignore me all night.”

you roll your eyes and scoff, turning to meet his gaze head on. you always did this. always sassed him. you were never intimidated. “don’t you know that when people go outside, they usually want to be left alone?”

“usually, yeah. but i can smell you from here, you know. you don’t want me to leave, do you?” he says, taking a few steps closer to you. the action makes the smell his cologne prominent in the air.

oh, fuck. no, this can’t be happening. not with him.

“don’t take another step,” you borderline hiss at the man one rank away from you. he just smiles and steps closer. that deep, knowing smile you’ve always hated. you hate it, the feeling deep in your bones. just like you hate his messy green hair and freckles and—

what?

you blink a few times, regaining a sense of reality. izuku midoriya—the number one hero—is standing in front of you, having just kissed you. and damn, did it feel nice.

“why don’t we take this back to my place?” he offers, and you nod obediently. what the hell has taken over you? what are you doing? this isn’t you. fight back, for fucks sake! bite him or scratch him or rake your nails down his back while he fucks you so hard you forget your own name!

…wait, what was that last part? never mind. you didn’t have time to think.

izuku midoriya was taking you to his house. his place.

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you don’t remember exactly how you got in this position.

eyes rolling back, being fucking into a mattress, izuku midoriya over you. he’s rubbing your clit and the tip of his fat cock is hitting a place that makes you see stars with each thrust.

“shhh, baby. gonna wake the neighbors.” honestly, you didn’t even know you were moaning. or that you were rapidly approaching your third orgasm of the night. one was from his mouth. the second was from his fingers. and the third? well, that was about to take place because his torso was folding you into a mating press while he fucked you, shoving his tongue down your throat while his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust.

“y—you’re so… so tight. so pretty for me. i…i’m close. are you…?” he whispers in your ear, groaning and gasping when you can only mewl and clench around him in response.

your orgasm hits you like a truck. a truck of white hot pleasure and the sensation of being filled to the brim with the no.1 hero’s come.

he comes with a series of whimpers and moans that sound like a symphony to your ears. panting above you, he wraps his arms around you. “five more minutes… then i’ll clean up,” he murmurs sleepily.

so imagine his surprise when you pry yourself off of him and roll over so you’re sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. you give a teasing grind and he moans, hissing, “hah— t-too much—!”

you lower yourself back on him in one fluid motion, dick filling you to the brim. he moans, eyes rolling hard and head lolling against the pillows. his hands grip your hips hard, not guiding, but resting. finally, you find your voice.

“yeah? don’t lie. you love this. you love being under me. you love that your orgasm is in the hands of a beta.” you murmur, leaning forward to give his nipple a twist.

he lets out a strangled moan in response and his hips buck helplessly, though he physically couldn’t be buried deeper in your cunt.

“please, baby. please move. c—can’t… need to come,” he whines, tears slipping down his cheeks. it was a stark contrast from a few minutes ago, when your roles were reversed.

“say pl—mmh!”

you gasp as his thumb makes contact with your clit, rubbing in tight circles. it makes you clench and flutter around him, hips jerking. you lift your hips, unsheathing him from your heat before slamming back down on him. the rhythm is natural, and all that’s audible in the room are moans and the wet sound of skin-on-skin.

“oh, yeah,” he moans. “just like that. use me for your pleasure…”

his thumb never stops it’s circling, but his other hand travels from your hip to your breast, squeezing and tugging at your nipple.

his hips gently push yours up, allowing him room to thrust and fuck you. your pace is completely thrown out the window as he fucks up into you, desperately chasing his release.

you bend over, chest to chest, sucking hickeys on his neck. it only adds fuel to the fire. you can feel yourself approaching your orgasm quickly.

“i—izuku… i’m gonna—!”

“me too, baby… fuck— come all over my cock!”

a moan tears through your throat as you come and he fucks you through it, overstimulating you to the point of tears. his hips finally stutter as hot, white ropes of his seed shoot inside you.

he pants, stroking your hair as you collapse on top of him and bury your face in his neck.

you two lay there for a moment, the room smelling thickly of sex. he peels you off of him with the gentlest of hands, grabbing a small rag to clean you up.

it hits you when he’s in the bathroom, sink running.

you just fucked izuku midoriya.

the no.1 pro hero.

your rival.

the man you hate in public.

you’re slightly detached when he cleans you up with the utmost care, cooing soft praises.

after that, he gets dressed.

he doesn’t lay in bed next to you or hold you.

as you were drifting off to sleep, you knew one thing.

once you woke in the morning, he’d be gone. but it was worth it. because you fucked your rival.