it’s the beginning of summer, you’re hot and barely wearing any clothes. the walk over to izuku’s place had you practically melting but the promise of air conditioning kept your feet moving. izuku’s heart races when he sees you trudging up the steps, eyeing your small tank and shorts, the way small beads of sweat drip down the column of your throat.
“izuuu.” you whine and collapse into his arms. “i’m so hot.”
“come on.” he tugs you inside.
you hang off of him on the elevator up, whining and pouting while he pretends his throat isn’t closing from your sweet smell and the way your hair tickles his neck. when the doors open you grab his hand and tug him down the hall, desperate for the cool air. when you push open his apartment you lean back on his chest and let out the most delicious moan.
“i’ll get you something to drink.” he clears his throat.
he steps around you, eyes catches on your nipples pebbling in the ac. you stretch and trail after him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulls down a cup for you and filling it.
“don’t wanna go anywhere.” you sigh, accepting the cup from his hand with a soft smile.
“wanna lay down?” he presses the back of his hand to your forehead.
“mhm.” you finish the cup. “can we watch my show too?” you blink up at him.
“course.” he cups your cheek and leads you to the couch.
“mmm..” you drag your feet.
“wanna cuddle in bed.” you push your lower lip out.
“okay.” he chuckles, thumb brushing down your jaw before he leads you to his room.
“and i wanna borrow a hoodie.” you lean into his hand.
“though you were hot.” he gives you a lopsided smile.
“izu.” god he loves when you say his name like that.
he chuckles and leads you to his room, walking you over to his closet and pulling a hoodie down. you lift your arms up and he clenches his jaw, trying his hardest not to stare at your nipples as he pulls the cotton over your head. he rubs your arms and nudges you over to the bed, watching you crawl into his sheets and reach out for him.
when he lays down next to you, you curl around him, tossing one of your legs over his waist, humming contently as he rests a hand on your bare thigh. he hands you the remote with his other hand, internally fighting with his dick to stay down as you press in closer.
you press your cheek his to chest as the show starts, talking softly to him about what he thinks. he absentmindedly rubs your thigh, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“smell good.” you mumble, scooting even closer.
“mm, thank you baby.” he squeezes the plush of your thigh.
“wish you were real.” you sigh.
you feel the chuckle rumble in his chest. “what do you mean?”
“dunno.” you feel your cheeks heat.
you let the silence pass and focus on your show and not the way he’s holding you so close. the couple on screen starts to kiss and you feel your heart beat quicken. your leg squishes around izuku’s and you peek up at him.
“what?” he traces your jaw.
“we’re like friends?” you chew your lip.
“like best friends?” you tilt your head a little.
“i think so.” he scoots you up so you’re pressed on his chest now. “why?”
“i wanna.. kiss.” you look away.
“what?” he must’ve heard you wrong.
“i’m sorry.” you hide your face in his chest.
“c’mon.” he whispers, lifting your head. “you wanna what?”
his hand slides to the back of your neck and pulls your lips down onto his. you squeak, then immediately melt into him, opening your mouth for him when he licks along the seam of your lips. his tongue brushes against yours and you burry your hands in his curls trying to get closer to him.
his hands slide down and squeeze your sides, holding you closer, pulling back when you rolls your hips. “hey.. baby.” he pulls back and you kiss down his neck.
“hm?” you start to suck a small mark.
“why.. um.. what happened?” he gasps.
“wha- i’m sorry.” you lift up.
“s’okay, i just.. didn’t know you wanted to..?” he furrows his brows.
“zuku i’ve.. liked you for awhile dummy.” you pat his chest.
“oh.” he blushes. “oh.. well i like you too.” he gives you a sheepish smile.
“so.. can i keep kissing you?” you lean up.
“can i.. take off the hoodie?” his face goes beet red.
“mhm!” you lift up, pulling the hoodie off, accidentally lifting off your tank with it.
“god.” he can’t stop his dick from twitching to life. “c’mere.”
he lifts up and smashes his lips to yours, bucking his lips up and rolling the both of you over. he has you pressed into the sheets rolling his hips into yours slowly. you’re squirming beneath him, hands under his shirt and pressing into the warm skin of his back, ankles locked behind his back pulling him closer.
“izuku.” the breathiest plea of his name.
“shh shh shh.” he kisses the side of your mouth before making his way to your neck.
each moan you let out has him throbbing, rutting against you faster as he makes his way to your chest. he kisses around your nipple, tongue poking out to flick it before he sucks it into your mouth. he takes the hard bud between his teeth and your hips jerk.
“zuku!” you press your chest up into his face.
each drag of him against your little shorts gives you the best friction against your clit and you’re already close. you’re gasping, tugging on his hair, pleasure low in your tummy. your nails scratch against his scalp as he kisses over to your other nipple.
“feel good?” he mumbles against your warm skin.
“cum baby.” he mouths at your chest before lifting up to watch you. “you’re so pretty.”
your legs tighten around him and he groans when you fall apart, creaming his pants staring down at you with a slack jaw. you pull him back down to your mouth, kissing him again, no plans on stopping until you both can feel the messes between your layers.
