Dude you’ve got magic fingers with these posts man. Can I request au university deku a reader where they’re like in the same class and so competitive that the only way to come out on top is to settle it by tucking…yeah I’m a slut 😒
Like partnered for a project they we find ourselves in the study corridors..heheh.
⚠️WARNING⚠️ ooc izuku? dominant!izuku dominant!reader cussing… sex… yk the usual!
a/n: AHHHHHH SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LOL also it’s a little long and all over the place but i hope u enjoy nonetheless anon!!!
“maybe you two just need to fuck it out,” she shrugs.
“what?!” you exclaim, completely taken aback, staring at your best friend like she’s grown two heads. “why the fuck would that be your answer??”
“‘m just sayin. the tension between you two is practically palpable,” she says, pretending to shiver to add drama.
“you’re sick in the head. i come to you with my problems, and this is how you repay me?”
“oh boo-hoo, you’re partnered with your biggest rival, who happens to be the hottest nerd in uni… do you want me to bring out my tiny violin?”
“okay,” you say, hands slamming down onto the table as you stand. “i’m out of here.”
“let me know if he’s big!” she shouts as you walk away.
you find yourself sitting in the study corridor, chin in your palm, waiting for izuku to show up. really you’d rather prefer he didn’t, but unfortunately for you, your professor seems to hate you and paired you two up for a project. and as if he could hear you thinking about him, he walks through the doors in all his unceremonious glory.
“how kind of you to finally show up,” you quip.
he rolls his eyes as he sets his stuff down but doesn’t say a word.
“ignoring me already? we still have a whole project to get through.”
“I’m well aware; I'm just not feeding into your low-tier rage bait,” he says, finally sitting down across from you.
“oh whatever don’t act like you’re so much better than me!”
“can we just get this over with already?”
you cross your arms defensively. “fine by me.”
it doesn’t take long for you to start bumping heads again. whether it’s that, according to you, he doesn’t understand the project or, according to him, you don’t either, and both of what you’re saying is just obviously completely wrong to the other because there’s no way in hell you’d agree with him or he’d agree with you. both of you are far too prideful for that.
“you’re just so fucking annoying, you know that?” you sneer, standing up from your seat in frustration.
“oh and you’re much better yourself, right?” he rebuts, following suit and standing up with you.
“at least i’m not a nerdy ass loser—“
“right right… well, at least i’m not a stuck-up bitch—”
the shock of his words leaves the two of you staring at each other, eyes narrowed in battle and chests heaving with the vile frustration you two bring out in each other. but something comes over you, and the way he’s looking at you and the way he’s breathing and the way his hands are gripping the table have you growing hot. not to mention you can’t get your friend’s words out of your mind: “maybe you two just need to fuck it out.” your eyes flicker down to his lips—maybe? —and then back to his piercing green eyes, the ones that are undoubtedly making your knees weak right now… oh fuck it. what do you have to lose, really?
izuku can’t even finish his sentence before you’re attacking him over the table, smashing your lips roughly against his, and surprisingly izuku takes no time to kiss you back, like he was almost wanting—no, expecting—this. in fact it’s him who deepens the kiss even more, his tongue intruding in on your mouth. of course you fight back for dominance with your own tongue, the kiss turning sloppy in a matter of seconds, and it does everything to fuel the fire in your stomach. you want more—no, you need more, and he knows. he breaks away and starts walking off, and honestly part of you thinks he’s just going to straight up leave you here, but instead he locks the door to the corridor before practically running back to you.
“take off your shirt,” he says, barely above a whisper.
“don’t try to act like you’re the dominant one here, midoriya—“
“do you ever shut up?” he says before completely blindsiding you by grabbing your shirt and borderline ripping it off for you.
you yelp in surprise, instinctively going to cover your chest, but he’s one step ahead of you, grabbing your hands to keep you from shielding yourself. you struggle against his hold, and finally, when you’re able to rip one hand out of his, you use it to attempt to take his shirt off.
“don’t act like you’re the one in charge here.”
izuku scoffs and pushes you away to take his shirt off himself. “cause it’s you, right?”
you nod curtly. “obviously, i’m glad you know your place.”
he stands there staring at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly unamused, but you couldn’t care less what face he’s making when he’s shirtless. you would never guess his baggy shirts with stupid graphics were hiding this underneath them. you’ve never seen anything like it… not up close, at least… not real like this. you take an unconscious step forward, hand outstretched, ready to trace his abs, only for him to take a step back. your narrowed eyes flicker up to his, and all you see is the stupid smirk on his face, and you want nothing more than to see it gone.
“if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face i swear to god i’ll do it for you—”
he rolls his eyes and ignores you. “get on your knees.”
you scoff, “i don’t know who you think i am but i am not—”
your words die in your throat the minute he drops his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length. your eyes dart between him and his dick, and your resolve is clearly nonexistent when it’s only seconds before you drop down to your knees. you take his length in your hand—or more like hands with how big he is—and start stroking him slowly, eliciting a low groan from him.
you hum, still stroking him at an unbearably slow pace. “i’ll suck your dick if you admit my idea for the project is the better one.”
he laughs, breathy. “we both know that’s not true.”
you teasingly lick the tip of his cock, batting your eyelashes at him. “isn’t it, though?”
he hisses and his hand finds home in your hair, gripping it like a vice. the sting only sends shock waves directly to your cunt.
“do you like it when i do that midoriya?” you coo.
“put your mouth to better use and suck my—“
you don’t let him finish his sentence before taking him into your mouth fully. his dick is so big you can feel him in your chest. you choke on it, and instead of pulling you off, izuku holds your head in place, deciding to use you as some sort of human fleshlight. you slap at his thighs, but he’s unrelenting; the sight of you slobbering on his cock has him seeing stars, and he’s dangerously close to cumming, but in an act of self-control, he pulls out. you splutter, spit running down your chin as you catch your breath.
you wipe your mouth, looking up at him amused. “now you’re shy?”
“i’m waiting for you to.”
there’s a pause, like he’s computing what you said, and once he has, he’s moving faster than you’ve seen before. he’s picking you up off the floor and leans you over the table, your chest flush against it and your ass sticking out.
“what do you think you’re doing?!”
“fucking you—“he says simply as he pulls down your pants and underwear in one fell swoop—“like you said.”
before you can get another word out, he’s aligning himself with your hole and thrusting, bottoming out immediately.
“Mm—you’re so—fuck—you’re so fucking tight.”
he’s too slow for your liking, so you take it upon yourself to buck against him, his tip kissing your cervix. it’s not long that you find your perfect pace, thrusting against his cock like a mad man, “you’re so fuck—so fucking annoying ngh—“
“god—you clearly love this annoying dick though.”
he grabs your hips and slams you down on his cock even harder, his pace brutal, it knocks the wind out of you and leaves you gasping between moans. “i-izuku!”
he groans, hearing you scream his name only fueling some animalistic urge in him. “bet you wanted this the whole time, didn’t you? just wanted to rile me up and get me to fuck you like the whore you are, huh?”
you rest your forehead on the cool table, breathing heavily. and reluctantly his words only have you clamping down on his dick; you’re dangerously close, and the smug son of a bitch knows that. “not true-“
“Then—ngh—why are you so fucking tight?”
you can’t respond; his pace is leaving you brain dead, and if you were drooling, you’d never tell a soul. the rope in your stomach is dangerously close to coming undone, and izuku smirks at the fact. he somehow manages to pound into you even faster, and that’s when you’re coming so hard you genuinely stop breathing for a second. You’re convulsing like you’re having a borderline seizure, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking you. he’s chasing his own high now, and very soon after does he reach it—painting your insides with thick ropes of his cum. he pants, his thrusts only now coming to a stop as he slowly pulls out of you, his eyes glued to your pussy the whole time, watching as his cum dribbles out.
“you’re a sick perv,” you breathe out, your voice hoarse from how dry your throat is.
he chuckles and the noise sends butterflies straight into your stomach… and if there’s a pulsing in your cunt too, that’s none of your business.
“should i remind you, you’re the one who jumped me first?”
“you know suddenly you’re a lot more tolerable.”
you smile. “i was thinking the same exact thing.”
