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“never, i’m the lucky one.”

your mum considers izuku her son in law way too early. she can immediately tell he’s been raised by a single mother and often tells him to send inko her well wishes. she thinks that he’s so well mannered, especially with the way your boyfriend always calls her miss and ma’am despite her insistence on him calling her mum too. izuku heads over to your parent’s house on a Sunday without you asking, every weekend without fail, he drives your mother to the store and helps with the weekly shop. keeps her company on her errands in town and even treats her to lunch. he sends her a custom bouquet of lilies on Mother’s Day with a card that expresses his gratefulness towards her — thanking her for bringing you into the world.

your father shares a similar sentiment — he calls izuku son before your fifth date and they spend time on weekend chatting hero statistics and rankings whilst they work on fixing your father’s vintage car. you gush over lemonade with your mother about how handsome izuku looks all greased up, oil smeared over freckled cheeks and arms exposed by rolled up sleeves. his biceps flex and you giggle every time, shy as your boyfriend waves up to you.

“he makes you so happy, i’ve never seen you look this happy.” your mother iterates warmly whilst standing with you, staring down at the men from the porch.

you swirl your glass and smile fondly as the ice clinks inside of it. “he does,” you say wistfully. “he really does.”

and it’s the truth, because izuku spoils you so much. your apartment is always stocked with everything you could ever need — he sends you groceries from work and roses whilst he’s between classes. a necklace you’d mentioned saving for becomes a gift on your Friday night date night. dates go from lavish to simple and loving — a cake picnic in the park planned by him because you said you missed the sunshine to caviar on a yacht for your first anniversary, kissing over sweet sparking champagne. he doted on you all of the time, cooking his is favourite way to spoil you — learning proper knife skills from kacchan to make sure he can cook every dish that you love, especially the ones from home that aren’t so easy to find in japan.

after nights out with your girls he slips your heels off ( red bottoms from him ) and throws you over his broad shoulder — laughing with you whilst he carries you to the bathroom, smiling at you whilst he washes you in the tub with the vanilla scented shower gel you’d left at his place, cooing at you to keep your head up when he changes you into your pjs and takes off your makeup.

let’s not forget, izuku carries your bags whenever you’re out shopping, designer paid for on his black card as well as a wad of cash slipped into your back pocket for your appointment with your favourite private nail tech. every design has is initials incorporated into them because he pays for every set. deku loves the way your decorated nails look when you’re holding hands or wrap them around his throat.

speaking of… izuku appears perfect on paper, presents that way towards the people you love but when you have a moment alone — when it’s just you two, the quiet and the chemistry between your bodies… izuku transforms. for the better.

izuku fucks you like a monster, like he hates you because he loves you.

every time he has you, gets to ravage you — the sheets turn into a mess nearly as soaked as you are. coated in cum, doused with sweat. izuku never just stops at one orgasm, he pushes you both to the brink and beyond because there’s always something so addictive about the way you scream his name right when you hit your peak. something of a song, a melody that only he gets to hear. you string out the syllables like they’re notes to a song you composed of your own volition and the way your body shakes and arches and bows into deku, with each stroke of his tongue or thrust from his hips into you, acts like an accompaniment.

he’s skilled in ruining you, shaping your consciousness to think only of him — empty of all thoughts except for the simple instruction of moaning for him echoing throughout your brain. izuku midoriya teaches your body to remember him, precious creamy little hole accommodating the thickness of his girth every time, hugging izuku close and milking him for all of his worth. he pours every load he can into you, until your folds are frothed up with white and hot potent seed pours out of you even after — there’s always something much that it even acts as lube for the next round, helping you to rock yourself down onto the pro hero’s throbbing dick when he asks you to ride him.

you’re trained to drain him dry every time sure, but also worshipped like you walk on water. he could spend hours between your thighs, sucking what you spill from your ripe cunt like it’s the first drink he’s had in years. izuku gets high as a kite on your taste, always has your thighs hooked over his shoulders or pinned to the bed because he has to keep you spread and quench his thirst. sometimes he’s his fingers, curled in search for your g-spot, relentlessly rubbing the squishy spot raw and scissoring you nice and open until you have no choice but to keep squirting right into his eager mouth — so full of hungry praise and sin.

every single one of his movements and touches is guided by passion, an eager attempt to make you feel the way that deku does. he loves you so much and so blindly, every fibre of his being is filled with adoration for you. it means he puts your pleasure above his own every time, infatuated with every reaction or mewl that you give him. whether it’s bent over the edge of the bed sucking his cock until your throat is sore or it’s rolled onto your tummy as he wildly rams into you from behind — you always get your release first, you get as many of them as you ask for as long as it pleases you. it pleases him to please you.

he’ll cum hard if you tell him you love him, pussy so full of his cream not even his rapid, calculated thrusts can keep it all in. hot white is smeared between your bodies always but deku holds the until you’re a bumbling limp mess underneath him or on top of him — he pushes you through the mattresses, fumbles for your had in the sheets because despite being inside you and wrecking your cunt more than what should be legally allowed, he still isn’t close enough to you. izuku’s swollen lips always meet your knuckles right has he finishes deep inside, lining the walls of your womb as your aftershocks shake through you.

you always cum first and he’ll always destroy you to get his orgasm afterwards.

so, perhaps that makes izuku respectful in bed too. you know, ladies first and all.

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