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carniya has me thinking about casa boy! satoru who really should’ve been part of the original cast. he’s so perfect. all snowy hair, blinding smile, and the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. the hottest guy to step into the villa in love island history. but production knew exactly what they were doing when they saved him for casa amor. they knew no couple would stand a chance once he arrived.
your current connection is already in shambles. you’d watched your partner completely disrespect you during the live-streamed heart race challenge. he’d spent the majority of your time together making you feel small and forgotten.
in a single day, satoru’s made you feel more seen, more desired, than your partner has in weeks. and now you’re tucked away in say less, the mellow amber lights casting everything in a honeyed glow. he’s teaching you basic phrases in japanese, deep voice reverberating as he murmurs foreign words against your skin
“watashi no namae wa . . . desu” he says, his lips brushing your ear.
you echo the phrase back, stumbling a bit over the syllables, heart fluttering when he chuckles. “you’re a natural,” he praises, thumb stroking your jaw. “kirei desu”
“what does that mean ?” you ask, leaning into his touch as his gaze drops to your lips. you feel like you’re on cloud nine.
“it means you’re very pretty.” he murmurs. he closes the distance. lips fitting against yours like they were always meant to be there. you can taste the faint mint on his breath, feel his hand slide from your jaw to the nape of your neck. the kiss is so good it makes you completely forget about the cameras on you.
his other hand finds your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until you’re practically sitting in his lap. his hands are everywhere, tracing the curve of your spine, mapping the dip of your waist, resting on your hips. it makes your head spin. without so much as thinking, you’re swinging a leg over his to straddle him properly, gasping into his mouth. he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue against yours. you’re melting, a syrupy puddle in his arms.
“fuck,” he breathes against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “you’re so perfect”
you can only whimper in response, hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck. pulling back slightly, you look down at him, his face is flushed, his lips are swollen and glistening. his pupils are dilated. and you know your original couple doesn’t stand a chance. “would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?” you ask, voice merely a whisper.
a grin quickly spreads across his face. “i thought you’d never ask.”
contents: 18+ MDNI!!! deku sensei x fem!reader (they're both in their mid twenties), canon-compliant, minimal spoilers (i tried my best to keep it vague), reunion, exes to lovers (they didn't break up on bad terms), oral (f. receiving), unprotected piv, crampie, vague talk of breeding kink, THEY TALK. A LOT. SOMEONE MAKE THEM SHUT THE FUCK UP wc. 5.4k (sorry if i missed any typos) art cr; @/EyeEmpty on X
[p.s. read author's note at the end ty]
izuku thought he would never see you again. not after the night you parted ways, when you said you would be moving to the other side of the country to pursue your passion, and who was he to stop you? it wasn’t a goodbye, either, but rather an until we meet again.
he just didn’t expect again to be in a downtown izakaya that shouto had invited him and katsuki to, with you sitting just a few tables away with people he didn’t know, cradling a beer that was one wobble away from toppling over whenever you laughed.
“oi, deku,” katsuki waves a hand in front of his face, chopsticks wedged between his fingers. “fuck you lookin’ at?”
izuku is quick to whip around, forcing out an apologetic chuckle. “nothing, nothing!” he reassures. “just got lost in thought, you know…lots of papers to grade, i’ve been pulling a few all-nighters.”
shouto, ever the observant one, leans back in his chair to find what had caught his friend’s attention. “it’s her,” is all he says. katsuki doesn’t even try to be subtle, pushing himself up on an elbow to look. “huh, it really is. didn’t know she was back.”
“i-i didn’t know either,” izuku says sheepishly, already sinking in his shoulders. “i’m just as surprised as you guys are.”
“are you going to talk to her?” shouto asks, tilting his head slightly. “we don’t mind if you want to go catch up.”
“who’s we—” katsuki starts to protest, but izuku cuts him off. “no way! she’s with friends, and she clearly hasn’t noticed us here, so…let’s just not make a scene and keep eating, alright?” his tone borders on pleading, chopsticks reaching for another bite of chicken karaage.
“thought you still liked her,” katsuki muses, popping a dumpling dripping in spicy sauce in his mouth. “it’s been five years, kacchan,” izuku washes down his mouthful with a sip of beer. “a lot has happened in my life, and i’m sure it’s the same for her as well. j-just forget it, alright?”
thankfully, they listen, changing the subject to funny things they encountered over that week’s patrols. it was nice, knowing that the city was safe enough to allow heroes to have time for themselves, to be able to go to an izakaya with friends and enjoy a beer or two.
it’s not until izuku is skimming the menu to order some dessert that he feels a hand on his shoulder. he’s immediately mortified of the way he flinches, and the fact that he’s dead sure katsuki’s going to tease him for it later. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you!”
that voice. it’s—
“midoriya. izuku, right?”
it’s you.
“y/n,” he says almost out of breath, a smile stretching over his face. he stands up, offering a scarred hand you immediately take in a warm shake, flushed cheeks bracketing a wide grin. when you let your arm fall back at your side, you look over izuku’s shoulder to the two boys sitting at the table. “forgive me for my interruption,” you bow. “you’re…dynamight and shouto, right? big fan.”
“that’s us,” shouto nods with a twitch of his lips. katsuki mirrors his friend’s gesture with a grunt.
“i won’t hold you any longer, just a quick stop to say hi before leaving,” you look at izuku again, who was barely registering the words coming out of your mouth. his mind was too busy committing to memory how much you had changed, yet it was still…you. and he was just as fucked as the day he met you.
when he feels three pairs of eyes staring at him waiting on an answer, he snaps back. “i-i…you weren’t holding us up!” he reassures, the words coming out too fast for his liking as he nervously adjusts his tie. “and you’re…leaving already?” it probably sounds pathetic, but he doesn’t care. not when he’s waited five years and was nowhere close to giving up.
you blink, lips parted for a reply that comes out a beat too late. “we’re, uhm…the others want to move the night at a karaoke not far from here,” you look out the window, where your friends are waiting, then turn to izuku. “b-but hey, how about i give you my number? to…catch up?”
izuku fishes the phone out of the pocket of his slacks so fast it almost slips. almost. “yeah, of course! here you go,” he beams, handing it to you.
after putting in your number and dialing yourself to save his contact later, you say goodbye with a quick, polite bow. then, you’re catching up to your friends outside, and izuku’s emerald eyes are fixed on you as he sits back on the chair.
“well, i’d say that went well,” shouto speaks, snapping him out of his trance. “she gave you her number and everything, and you didn’t even have to ask for it.”
“like hell he would’ve had the balls to ask for it,” katsuki scoffs, a rare - yet snarky - smirk on his lips. “did you pee your pants, nerd? you sure looked like you were about to.”
“e-enough,” izuku shakes his head. “i just…didn’t expect her to come to me, it took me by surprise! anyways, this is over. are we ordering dessert or not? maybe some sake too…”
shouto snorts quietly, eyes focusing back on the paper menu.
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you should’ve known, izuku is a habitual man. it made total sense for him to still be living in musutafu, that he didn’t let go of his safe nest. and you were in no place to judge him, either, because here you were, crawling back to your hometown. things hadn’t gone wrong, not exactly. you just liked to tell yourself that you felt homesick. it was easier that way.
the underground tunnel of the train station is stuffy, beads of sweat clinging to your temples, throat still parched from all the singing at the karaoke; beer doesn’t quite quench the thirst. a metallic voice announces that the train will arrive in ten minutes.
“ah, you’re here!”
the loud announcement had covered the hurried steps of a breathless izuku, standing hunched over behind you with his hands planted on his knees, yellow backpack rising and falling to the rhythm of his heaving chest. the sudden presence behind you makes you jump with a loud gasp.
“izuku! oh my god, you scared me to death!” you whip around, holding a hand over your heart as if trying to keep it in place after the scare. his emerald eyes snap up to meet yours, a dark flush blooming over his freckled cheeks. “i’m sorry!” he stands upright abruptly. “didn’t mean to spook you.”
“you’re fine, you’re fine,” you giggle, waving him off. “seems we’re getting on the same train.”
“mhm, seems like it,” he adjusts the straps of his backpack, then flashes you a smile. “i’m glad, means we have time to catch up, right?”
the train is basically empty at this hour, but you still keep your voices somewhat hushed during the ride, as to not disturb the exhausted - and very much drunk - salary man sitting towards the end of the car, eyes covered from the harsh lights with his tie wrapped around his head.
izuku talks about his job at UA, his promising pupils reminding him so much of his younger self. there’s a spark in his gaze while he speaks, fierce and bright— but deep down, you know it’s bittersweet. still, neither of you address it. you don’t really have anything exciting to contribute to the conversation with, so you simply tell him about your new occupation, something not as demanding as the last, one that can actually allow you to have some time to yourself.
time flies by, and before you know it, the announcement for the next stop cuts through. you both stand up.
“you get off here as well?” izuku asks, moving to the side and letting you step out of the doors first. “yeah, gosh, at least i think so?” you hurriedly reach for your phone, checking the note in your phone with all the information to reach your apartment. “can you believe i already forgot how to move through my hometown?” you chuckle nervously.
“city’s big enough to get lost in, i don’t blame you,” he reassures you gently. “so, is it the right stop?”
“yes!” you cheer happily, pocketing your phone. “which way are you going?”
izuku is fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, eyes not quite meeting yours. “i…actually i was thinking i could w-walk you home? it’s pretty late and—”
“of course you can, you’re very kind,” your gaze softens. “i’m this way.”
he might’ve gotten taller, shoulders broader, even more handsome…no, that’s not where you wanted your thoughts to go. what you meant to say is that, despite everything, it’s still him. the awkward, slightly dorky, and sweet boy you’d fallen in love with.
“oh, what a coincidence, me too!”
as he falls into step next to you, you look up at him. “good to know we live close to each other,” you hum happily. “we’ll have more chances to meet up.”
“mhm!” he grinned back.
the silence between you is filled by crickets, the occasional passing car, a baby’s cry coming out of the open window of an apartment. being so close to him in such a casual way after all these years was…weird, to say the least. so familiar yet so foreign all at once.
and perhaps his face wasn’t showing it, but you were sure izuku was feeling the same way. back too straight, a subtle movement in his jaw like he was chewing the inside of his cheek. to think you still remember how every inch of your body used to fit against every inch of his, yet now you’re keeping a foot of distance between you as you walk.
it’s ridiculous.
it wouldn’t be like this if you never left.
after silently passing by building after building, you finally recognize the one you’re staying in, footsteps coming to a halt. “alright, this is me,” you announce.
izuku’s eyes move between you and the apartment complex in a few rapid saccades, mouth opening and closing a couple times as his eyebrows knit. “you…moved here?”
you tilt your head, curious, and honestly, a bit concerned too. “i-i did, yeah. why? is it haunted? is it a bad place?”
“gosh i hope it’s not haunted…i live here.”
your jaw unhinges, falling open in utter disbelief. “you’re joking, right?” you whip around, running up the three steps leading to the front door to check the tiny nameplates next to the doorbells. eyes finally landing on ”midoriya”. you gasp, “we’re literally neighbors!”
you hear him laugh behind you, a hand clutched over his stomach. “hey, what’s so funny?” you pout. “nothing, nothing,” he shakes his head. “that was cute, that’s all.”
heat blooms beneath your skin, and you still for a moment. after a beat too long of silence, izuku also realizes what he’s said, hand finding the nape of his neck to rub as he chuckles timidly.
“i…sorry, uh…let’s get inside shall we?”
the heat is definitely less aggressive inside the lobby, motion-activated led lights flickering to life the moment you step in. it’s a decently good building, less than a decade old, built after the war. you turn your head to the mail boxes lines up on the wall to your right, but as expected, yours is empty.
izuku has already gone ahead and pressed the button to call for the elevator. once you’re both inside, his finger hovers over the numbered dials. “what floor are you on?”
you slot yourself beside him, pressing your back to the cold, metal wall. “fourth floor,” you sigh, enjoying the refreshing sensation against your heated skin. he presses down on the button labeled “4” only once, but you don’t notice, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
you open them again at the faint ding! that signals you’ve reached your floor. when the doors open and izuku also walks out, you turn to him. “there’s no need to walk me to my door, i know the way,” you joke with an awkward giggle. “oh i know you’re a big girl,” he teases back. “but i guess we live closer than either of us expected.”
what. the fuck.
“this is actually insane,” you gasp, voice hushed as to not disturb the people living in the other apartments, who were all most likely sleeping at this hour. “i’ve been living here for weeks now, how come we’ve never run into each other?”
“i’m at UA almost all day, every day, even when i shouldn’t be,” izuku admits meekly, rubbing the back of his neck. “paperwork, grading…hero work related stuff, too.” when you tilt your head in a silent question, he shakes his head. “long story.”
“wow, what are the odds we would actually find ourselves living only a few doors away from each other?” you murmur, still in disbelief. your footsteps fall in sync, soft against the carpeted floor of the long hallway.
then, a form takes shape in your mind. it had been simmering at the very back since getting off the train, then became more and more impossible to ignore the moment you walked into the building. you hear izuku take in a small breath to say something, but you know that if you don’t speak now, you’re gonna end up not sleeping the whole night, tossing and turning in bed while mentally scolding yourself for being such an idiot to waste an opportunity like this.
“would you like to come in for some tea?” the words come out too fast they almost stumble over each other on your tongue, eyes downcast to the floor, fingers torturing the hem of your short-sleeved blouse. you brace yourself for the rejection, somehow a much more welcome outcome than the regret of not asking.
“i would love to.”
your head snaps up to a soft smile gracing his face, the scar tissue on his cheek creasing slightly. you can’t help the tug on your own lips, relief flooding your tight chest. you keep walking down the hall, hand reaching into your bag for the keys, but you stop before sliding it into the front door lock.
“humor me for a second,” you look over your shoulder. “which one is yours?”
izuku chuckles, raising a thumb to point behind his back. “oh, you’re shitting me!” you’re shaking your head.
“well, since i’m right here, i’ll just drop my backpack inside and be right with you, okay?”
you hum, turning the key into the lock and opening the door. you leave it cracked open for izuku to come in, kicking off your shoes and sighing in relief in the meantime. after having your feet constricted for so many hours, the wooden floorboards are a welcome feeling.
“can i come in?” izuku slips inside a couple minutes later, wearing his house slippers. you’re already in the kitchen, kettle on, measuring loose tea leaves into a strainer. “yup, come on in,” you chirp back. “it’ll be just a little longer. oh, and don’t mind the mess, please. still finishing up the last things around the place.”
“it’s hardly a mess,” he reassures gently, voice growing closer as he takes a seat at the small dining table. “it looks really nice. really…you, i’d say.”
you look over your shoulder, and seeing him just sitting there so comfortably is…a nice sight. something you wouldn’t mind coming home to every day.
stop yourself. right now. you scold yourself mentally, immediately pushing the thought to the side. he only came over for tea, don’t get ahead of yourself.
it’s a few more minutes until you’re sitting across from him, warm mug in hand, blowing the steam that billows up from the dark amber liquid. izuku’s posture is stiffer than before, hands clutched in his lap, shoulders looking constricted in his suit jacket.
“izuku…are you alright?” you ask, tentative and soft. “i-is something wrong? did i—”
“n-no!” he’s quick to answer. “gosh, sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong. i guess, i just got lost in my thoughts.”
his hands reach for the mug in front of him, lift it like he’s gonna bring it to his lips, then put it down again with a sigh. “i was too focused on trying to find the right words, but there’s no right way to say that i’ve missed you.”
you almost spill scalding hot tea all over yourself, hands going lax around the ceramic for a fraction of a second. you manage to place it on the table, albeit shaky. izuku is watching you with wide eyes, worry so evident on his face you think he might faint.
“i’m so sorry! shit, i knew i shouldn’t—”
“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you too, izuku.”
you say it with such a tiny voice he almost misses it. almost. you see all the tension he had been storing in his muscles dissolve in an instant, eyebrows knitting what looked like pain. or longing. “every day,” he breathes out. like it’s hurting him. “i’ve spent every single day missing you, wishing i could tell you about my achievements and know about yours. i know we weren’t together for that long but, fuck—” he dips his head down, rubbing both his hands over his face.
while he still has his eyes closed you stand up, silently circling the table until you’re right in front of him. your fingers find his, gentle and cautious. he looks up at you, and your heart skips a beat, his gaze so full of adoration it startles you, but you still manage to find your words.
“i haven’t stopped thinking about you either,” you admit meekly. “when i left, no matter where i stayed, no place ever felt like home. neither did this apartment when i came back. but when i saw you just on the other side of the room earlier…i felt it. home.”
his breath hitches, pupils dilating until they almost eclipse the beautiful emerald of his irises with utmost, undivided devotion. slowly, oh so slowly, he brings your wrist to his lips to press a kiss. then another, this time a little higher. and then another, and another, climbing up your forearm as he starts rising to his feet.
you can only watch him, rapt, unsure if you’re even breathing at his point because all you can feel is him, him, him. his nose is pressed against your bare skin, inhaling your scent, reverent and desperate, like he can’t believe he’s finally getting to taste - or smell - you after all these years.
his fingers untangle from yours when his lips reach your shoulder. he’s standing straight now, hands coming up to cradle your face as he locks eyes with you. neither of you say anything, both unsure how to do this, if it’s okay to do this.
but you can only wait so long.
taking his yellow tie in your fist, you tug with purpose, until his lips crash into yours.
home. this is exactly what it feels like.
you both moan, completely melting into each other. memories flood the front of your brain in a rush, the countless times you had him just like this - even if he was a couple inches shorter - make your chest ache, a sob bubbling in your throat, threatening to choke you.
and izuku is just as ruined as you, hands flying down your body and committing every curve to memory. but no matter how different, you still fit so perfectly against him. you, you, you. and he’d missed you so fucking much.
you’re still holding his tie, keeping him close, fingers finding his soft curls and tugging, enough to draw out a pathetic, needy sigh. the sound shoots straight between your legs. his tongue pushes past the seams of your lips as he finds firm purchase of your waist, pressing your chest into his like he’s trying to get you to fuse into him— he would totally try to do that if he found a way.
“izuku,” you whine quietly into the kiss. “please…”
you don’t have to say anything else. he’s spinning you around, walking you backwards until the back of your thighs bumps into the counter. he finally pulls back, giving you both a chance to breathe, only to start shedding his suit jacket and letting it fall to the floor.
“d-don’t you maybe want to go to the bedroom—”
“no time for that,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “i need to taste you now, or i might die.”
“oh,” you gasp, pleasantly surprised, and incredibly turned on by the way his voice dropped a significant amount of octaves when he said that. so you complain no further.
he makes quick work of your pants, helping you shimmy out of them as he drops to his knees. once they’re out of the way, you think he’s gonna do the same with your panties. except he doesn’t. his palms slide up the sides of your legs, kissing up one of your thighs until he buries his face into your clothed cunt.
“izuku!” you half-croak, half-moan, heat erupting beneath your skin at the sudden, lewd gesture. “turn around,” he orders with a low murmur, nose lining the seam of your cotton panties. “turn around f’me, please.”
you gulp, but obey nonetheless. the edge of the counter presses into your lower stomach, both elbows coming to rest on the cold granite. you feel izuku’s head nuzzle the underside of your ass. “leg up, want to see you.”
you try not to think about how embarrassing it is, the thought worrying you for all of two seconds because you need him. bad. now. you hoist your leg up, knee right next to your arm. “thereeee she is,” izuku groans happily, thumbs spreading your pussylips through the fabric before the flat of his tongue licks a loooong stripe, from clit to hole.
”fuck!” you sob, hips involuntarily jerking back into his touch. izuku chuckles, fucking chuckles, the sound husky in the back of his throat. “gonna make you feel good…have to make it up to my girl…”
you’re not sure who he’s talking to exactly - you, or your pussy - but you’re unable to entertain the thought for much longer because he repeats the same agonizing move, like he’s trying to make out with the cotton. your head dips forward, another moan wrenched out of you.
his thumbs are keeping you spread open, the damp patch on the fabric turning soppy when he pwahs! a fat wad of spit on it. when exactly did izuku midoriya become this filthy!? the man that had his head between your thighs now was nothing like the nervous nineteen year-old who panicked because he’d forgotten how to put on a condom. it was like having your first time with him all over again.
cold air hits your bare pussy when he finally moves your panties to the side, glistening slick following the cotton with a string that he’s quick to greedily lap at, before his tongue is drawing hearts against your clit— or maybe you’ve already lost your mind and you’re imagining it.
“izuku…izuku - ah - fuck—” you’re reaching behind you to find soft tufts of hair and tugging, pressing his mouth even further into your core. he moans, the vibration spreading to your lower belly, where heat was coiling tighter and tighter.
his finger traces the side of your folds, then circles around your entrance, collecting enough sap to make the slide easier before slipping inside, a second digit following suit. you keen, the leg you’re keeping on the counter trembling from the strain and the imminent orgasm that’s gonna crash over you.
“oh ‘m close,” you heave. “i-izuku…izuku ‘m gonna—”
fingertips curl at the perfect moment to brush against your soft spot, and you’re a goner. you cum, loud and hard, biting into your forearm to save yourself a noise complaint, shaking as you come undone. izuku doesn’t pull back until he’s sure he’s made you ride it out, drawing out your orgasm to make it longer and more intense.
you collapse with your chest against the counter, and you feel him gently helping your leg back to the ground, kissing the skin and murmuring sweet nothings that barely reach your ears, every sound muffled in the aftermath.
“hey, still with me?” you don’t even notice he’s come back up on his feet, turning your face against the granite to look at him. his face is a mess— hair tousled, pearlescent juices coating him from nose to chin, yet he’s still sporting the cutest, goofiest grin ever.
“yeah…yeah i think so,” you hum, still not quite out of your daze. he leans forward, until his nose is touching yours, and he’s close enough for you to almost taste yourself on him. “we can take this to the bedroom, then.”
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the suit didn’t do him justice. because when the fuck had he gotten so built!?
standing in front of you on the bed, shirtless, chest covered in scars - you still remembered where each one of them was positioned - and currently unbuckling his belt.
you were naked now, sitting back on your haunches on the mattress, eyes fixed on the dark patch of precum on his boxers, his erection throbbing and leaking. when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, you stop him. “wait, let me do it.”
you reach over, and izuku lets you guide him forwards. “can i say i’m a bit nervous?” he whispers, breath slightly uneven. “it’s been so long since i—”
“are you seriously saying that after pulling that stunt in the kitchen?” your eyes widen, fingers stilling mid-motion through taking his underwear off. his cheeks grow one shade darker of pink.
“d-did you, did you like that or—”
“izuku, that was the best orgasm i’ve had in years!” you exclaim, still not believing that now he’s acting nervous. “you…have another best?” he asks tentatively.
now you’re the one that grows shy, averting his gaze. “the…the first one you gave me six years ago?”
his breath hitches, then he softens, a hand coming up to cup your jaw and guide you to face him again. “that was mine, too,” he murmurs. “and…every other one i’ve had with you after that.”
it went unsaid, that you both had experiences with other people during the years apart, but one thing was clear— all those other people paled compared to each other. be it because it was your first time, be it because you were both young and insanely horny, or…be it because you were still so hopelessly in love.
“izuku—”
but it’s like something in him switches, the same hunger that had mounted so ravenously in him earlier in the kitchen, because your back is suddenly pressed to the mattress, and he’s climbing on top of you, kicking off his boxers with haste.
his lips find yours, needy and with every intention to devour. his erection presses angrily against your inner thigh, your hips bucking up involuntarily, seeking any form of contact. the first brush of your bare core against his is maddening. the second? you think you might die if he doesn’t put his dick inside you within the next minute.
“please,” you whine, parted lips pressing messily against his. “izuku, i need—”
“yeah, yeah,” he pants back, forehead dropping to meet yours. he reaches down between your bodies, giving his cock a couple tugs before lining it up with your entrance. “tell me if i’m hurting you okay?” he checks in with you, voice shaky as his tip can already feel your wetness.
unable to wait any longer, your ankles lock around his waist and push. he bottoms out in one, fluid thrust. you both moan at the same time, his cock filling you up so deliciously, heavy balls flush against the plush of your ass. “oh fuck…fuck you feel so—”
“—good,” izuku finishes for you. his eyes are locked on where your bodies are meeting, and he moves his hips once, slowly, just to watch himself sink inside you again. you throw your head back with a whine, trying to muffle it by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.
“ah…god, you feel perfect,” he buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the heated skin. his forearms rest on each side of your head for leverage, but his hips are still. “izuku, i need you to start moving, like, right now,” you plead, heels digging into his lower back.
your walls reiterate by fluttering around his cock, coaxing a moan from his lips. “yeah, let me just…” one of his palms finds the top of your head. “there, don’t want you to get hurt.”
get hurt? why would you get—
snap! his pelvis slaps against yours with a harsh thrust. then another. and another, until he’s set a merciless pace. it’s not too fast, giving him the time for his deliciously curved tip to brush against all the soft spots inside of you. and then you understand why the hand on your head, the force he’s driving himself into you with pushing you both to the edge of the bed, his knuckles taking the impact against the headboard.
your ah! ah! ah!s and the slapping of skin against skin fills the bedroom, izuku’s groans soon growing higher in pitch, until he’s just as much of a whimpering mess as you, louder when your fingers tug at his scalp.
“i love you,” he blurts out, his other going to your hips to keep you pinned to the mattress when your legs fall open, too weak to hold on around him. “i - ngh! - n-never stopped loving you and i-i can be good, so. good. i can give you what you want, a-anything. anything—”
“i love you too,” you heave, throat so parched your voice comes out weak. “s-so fucking much, izuku…”
he kisses you again, somehow more desperately, his tongue invading your mouth along with his spit, which you swallow greedily. his pace slows down to deeper, more intimate strokes, every inch of his cock dragging so sweetly against your walls, fluttering to suck him right back in whenever he threatens to pull out.
the tufts of hair at the base of his cock stimulate your clit just right with every thrust, your second orgasm of the night building up at an alarming speed. “close,” you moan into his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his.
“me too,” he pants. “gonna cum inside…fill you up, hm? mine, and full of me…”
“yes!” you cry out. “yes, please!” izuku’s hand trails down from your head to your cheek, then his middle and ring finger push past your lips. “can’t have you be too loud,” his voice drips with something filthy when he presses down on your tongue.
your eyes roll back into your skull as you cum. hard. you moan around his digits, cheeks hollowing as you suck them further into your mouth with each bated breath. izuku’s forehead presses against your collarbone as he teeters over the edge himself, cock pulsing, filling you up with his cum.
your name spills from his lips over and over again, like a prayer, staying buried inside you even after you’ve both come down from your high. when he takes his fingers out of your mouth is only to kiss you, sweet and slow, enjoying your closeness, your warmth.
it takes a while for you to actually come back down to planet earth, having dozed off somewhere between cuddling with izuku and giggling at something funny he’d said. you hear the water running in the bathroom first, followed by his footsteps when he comes to tell you he’s running you a bath.
he holds your back close to his chest once you’ve both in the tub, submerged in warm, bubbly water. your head lolls back against his shoulder, the perfect position for him to kiss the side of your face.
“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, like a secret. “pretty and perfect and…in my arms again. i thought i’d never get to have you like this again.” you smile, moving a curl away from his face. “yet here we are,” you hum.
“here we are,” he echoes. “and i’m not planning to let you go this time.”
┊┊a/n. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 2K KAMILINGS!!! it's an insane achievement and i'm just so so so happy and grateful for all the support there will never be enough words to express it to its full extent. it's only been a little over a month since hitting 1K and i can't believe how much i've grown in such a short time. i'm so thankful for you guys and i hope we'll keep growing together every day. i love you kamilings with all my heart <3 also take this fic as a deku bday fic since july 15th is around the corner lol
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having to block people when i’m looking for moots because they’re stealing my layouts , formatting , or even my rules / rules formatting ( ??? insane ) is honestly the worst part about both having been on tumblr for years , and being back on here.
like i just want more moots but you couldn’t give me the decency of putting credit ???
and some even having the audacity to say “don’t copy my graphics / banners” …. like bitch you literally copied MY shit from 2 / 3 yrs ago hello ??? these new gen writers are actually so shameless
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" GOSH , Y'ER SO FREAKIN' PRETTY. "
waves of ecstatic admiration blow like breezes on the seashore. eyes locked and hearts stopped , gazes of raw adorning gush out like a weeping festival. the vibrant doe—eyes nerd!katsuki has for you , unlike any other. heartstrings putter much of a harp in an orchestra , your mere stare absolutely suffocating.
glances pondering afar ; no matter what class you two shared , nerd!katsuki seemingly always found you within the horde of classmates. like a needle in a haystack , he pretentiously found you with ease , lingering glimpses being stolen at any given moment you seemed to wisp his peripheral.
eyes bore a striking glint , milky way irises any man could get lost within. mouth—watering , plump lips , he could ever dream of touching. pleading. kissing. like forbidden fruit plucked from a ripe tree , nerd!katsuki craved your existence ; a blossom longing for the sun.
⠀Ი ᰍ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sketched fantasies compiled his notebooks , each as detailed as the next. desires flailing in the wind like dried petals. self awareness wasn't friendly , he knew that vigorously. status quo was in ; glasses , not so much. braces alike , the hierarchy kept his confidence at ease , knowing his place amongst the ranks.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀seated diligently atop the food chain , you nevertheless flashed smiles at the boy who remained alongside the prawns. flaunted grins that led to shared breaths being swapped within the enclosure of a five-by-five storage closet.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sleek digits sank into the skin of his flesh , guiding his neck closer to your own whilst lips overlapped one another. groans shared breaths , feet stumbling over the other. arms reeled behind as he stripped himself of his jacket. your thumbs caressed his jaw , pulling him back with yourself prior to thumping into the wall.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fireworks eroded his insides , a jungle of organs entwining within each other like rabid animals. blemished hues tattered his fair skin , like a rainbow after a storm.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀insobriety , one would think. inebriation. intoxication? though your precious lips said otheriwse. as temperance as his own. a tempting sobriety , it told him you wanted it as much as did he. nothing more could send him into a frenzie , his paced actions hastened with some lenience towards your thighs.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wild fire spread faster than thoughts. rougher than lots. how his sudden change in direction alluded moans from you. his skilled movements aiding a back arch into his grasp. wrapped arms snaked his shoulders much of a cobra to its prey , passion infusing itself between the two of you. not a moment was spared as tongues danced along the insides of mouths , lathering them in each others essences.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hissed whines sputtered your distended lips , sparks decorating your flesh whilst his fingertips delved your hips and marked them as his own. carnal desires eloped his mind , aggressions growing and sensuality bestowing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" ca— can i? " pleads laced his rotted words , eyes targeting the hems of your cardigan.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" whatever y'want , baby " haste yet sultry , your words guided his eager inclinations , katsuki lowering himself with kitten kisses trailing your clothing.
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" GOSH , Y'ER SO FREAKIN' PRETTY. "
waves of ecstatic admiration blow like breezes on the seashore. eyes locked and hearts stopped , gazes of raw adorning gush out like a weeping festival. the vibrant doe—eyes nerd!katsuki has for you , unlike any other. heartstrings putter much of a harp in an orchestra , your mere stare absolutely suffocating.
glances pondering afar ; no matter what class you two shared , nerd!katsuki seemingly always found you within the horde of classmates. like a needle in a haystack , he pretentiously found you with ease , lingering glimpses being stolen at any given moment you seemed to wisp his peripheral.
eyes bore a striking glint , milky way irises any man could get lost within. mouth—watering , plump lips , he could ever dream of touching. pleading. kissing. like forbidden fruit plucked from a ripe tree , nerd!katsuki craved your existence ; a blossom longing for the sun.
⠀Ი ᰍ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sketched fantasies compiled his notebooks , each as detailed as the next. desires flailing in the wind like dried petals. self awareness wasn't friendly , he knew that vigorously. status quo was in ; glasses , not so much. braces alike , the hierarchy kept his confidence at ease , knowing his place amongst the ranks.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀seated diligently atop the food chain , you nevertheless flashed smiles at the boy who remained alongside the prawns. flaunted grins that led to shared breaths being swapped within the enclosure of a five-by-five storage closet.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sleek digits sank into the skin of his flesh , guiding his neck closer to your own whilst lips overlapped one another. groans shared breaths , feet stumbling over the other. arms reeled behind as he stripped himself of his jacket. your thumbs caressed his jaw , pulling him back with yourself prior to thumping into the wall.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fireworks eroded his insides , a jungle of organs entwining within each other like rabid animals. blemished hues tattered his fair skin , like a rainbow after a storm.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀insobriety , one would think. inebriation. intoxication? though your precious lips said otheriwse. as temperance as his own. a tempting sobriety , it told him you wanted it as much as did he. nothing more could send him into a frenzie , his paced actions hastened with some lenience towards your thighs.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wild fire spread faster than thoughts. rougher than lots. how his sudden change in direction alluded moans from you. his skilled movements aiding a back arch into his grasp. wrapped arms snaked his shoulders much of a cobra to its prey , passion infusing itself between the two of you. not a moment was spared as tongues danced along the insides of mouths , lathering them in each others essences.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hissed whines sputtered your distended lips , sparks decorating your flesh whilst his fingertips delved your hips and marked them as his own. carnal desires eloped his mind , aggressions growing and sensuality bestowing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" ca— can i? " pleads laced his rotted words , eyes targeting the hems of your cardigan.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" whatever y'want , baby " haste yet sultry , your words guided his eager inclinations , katsuki lowering himself with kitten kisses trailing your clothing.
why do you type with extra spaces between everything????? so hard to read that way
because i can. because i want to. because this is my account. if it’s so hard to read then go read and complain somewhere else idk what to tell you. i write for my own entertainment & enjoyment.
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" GOSH , Y'ER SO FREAKIN' PRETTY. "
waves of ecstatic admiration blow like breezes on the seashore. eyes locked and hearts stopped , gazes of raw adorning gush out like a weeping festival. the vibrant doe—eyes nerd!katsuki has for you , unlike any other. heartstrings putter much of a harp in an orchestra , your mere stare absolutely suffocating.
glances pondering afar ; no matter what class you two shared , nerd!katsuki seemingly always found you within the horde of classmates. like a needle in a haystack , he pretentiously found you with ease , lingering glimpses being stolen at any given moment you seemed to wisp his peripheral.
eyes bore a striking glint , milky way irises any man could get lost within. mouth—watering , plump lips , he could ever dream of touching. pleading. kissing. like forbidden fruit plucked from a ripe tree , nerd!katsuki craved your existence ; a blossom longing for the sun.
⠀Ი ᰍ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sketched fantasies compiled his notebooks , each as detailed as the next. desires flailing in the wind like dried petals. self awareness wasn't friendly , he knew that vigorously. status quo was in ; glasses , not so much. braces alike , the hierarchy kept his confidence at ease , knowing his place amongst the ranks.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀seated diligently atop the food chain , you nevertheless flashed smiles at the boy who remained alongside the prawns. flaunted grins that led to shared breaths being swapped within the enclosure of a five-by-five storage closet.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sleek digits sank into the skin of his flesh , guiding his neck closer to your own whilst lips overlapped one another. groans shared breaths , feet stumbling over the other. arms reeled behind as he stripped himself of his jacket. your thumbs caressed his jaw , pulling him back with yourself prior to thumping into the wall.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fireworks eroded his insides , a jungle of organs entwining within each other like rabid animals. blemished hues tattered his fair skin , like a rainbow after a storm.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀insobriety , one would think. inebriation. intoxication? though your precious lips said otheriwse. as temperance as his own. a tempting sobriety , it told him you wanted it as much as did he. nothing more could send him into a frenzie , his paced actions hastened with some lenience towards your thighs.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wild fire spread faster than thoughts. rougher than lots. how his sudden change in direction alluded moans from you. his skilled movements aiding a back arch into his grasp. wrapped arms snaked his shoulders much of a cobra to its prey , passion infusing itself between the two of you. not a moment was spared as tongues danced along the insides of mouths , lathering them in each others essences.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hissed whines sputtered your distended lips , sparks decorating your flesh whilst his fingertips delved your hips and marked them as his own. carnal desires eloped his mind , aggressions growing and sensuality bestowing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" ca— can i? " pleads laced his rotted words , eyes targeting the hems of your cardigan.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" whatever y'want , baby " haste yet sultry , your words guided his eager inclinations , katsuki lowering himself with kitten kisses trailing your clothing.
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" GOSH , Y'ER SO FREAKIN' PRETTY. "
waves of ecstatic admiration blow like breezes on the seashore. eyes locked and hearts stopped , gazes of raw adorning gush out like a weeping festival. the vibrant doe—eyes nerd!katsuki has for you , unlike any other. heartstrings putter much of a harp in an orchestra , your mere stare absolutely suffocating.
glances pondering afar ; no matter what class you two shared , nerd!katsuki seemingly always found you within the horde of classmates. like a needle in a haystack , he pretentiously found you with ease , lingering glimpses being stolen at any given moment you seemed to wisp his peripheral.
eyes bore a striking glint , milky way irises any man could get lost within. mouth—watering , plump lips , he could ever dream of touching. pleading. kissing. like forbidden fruit plucked from a ripe tree , nerd!katsuki craved your existence ; a blossom longing for the sun.
⠀Ი ᰍ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sketched fantasies compiled his notebooks , each as detailed as the next. desires flailing in the wind like dried petals. self awareness wasn't friendly , he knew that vigorously. status quo was in ; glasses , not so much. braces alike , the hierarchy kept his confidence at ease , knowing his place amongst the ranks.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀seated diligently atop the food chain , you nevertheless flashed smiles at the boy who remained alongside the prawns. flaunted grins that led to shared breaths being swapped within the enclosure of a five-by-five storage closet.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sleek digits sank into the skin of his flesh , guiding his neck closer to your own whilst lips overlapped one another. groans shared breaths , feet stumbling over the other. arms reeled behind as he stripped himself of his jacket. your thumbs caressed his jaw , pulling him back with yourself prior to thumping into the wall.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fireworks eroded his insides , a jungle of organs entwining within each other like rabid animals. blemished hues tattered his fair skin , like a rainbow after a storm.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀insobriety , one would think. inebriation. intoxication? though your precious lips said otheriwse. as temperance as his own. a tempting sobriety , it told him you wanted it as much as did he. nothing more could send him into a frenzie , his paced actions hastened with some lenience towards your thighs.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wild fire spread faster than thoughts. rougher than lots. how his sudden change in direction alluded moans from you. his skilled movements aiding a back arch into his grasp. wrapped arms snaked his shoulders much of a cobra to its prey , passion infusing itself between the two of you. not a moment was spared as tongues danced along the insides of mouths , lathering them in each others essences.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hissed whines sputtered your distended lips , sparks decorating your flesh whilst his fingertips delved your hips and marked them as his own. carnal desires eloped his mind , aggressions growing and sensuality bestowing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" ca— can i? " pleads laced his rotted words , eyes targeting the hems of your cardigan.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" whatever y'want , baby " haste yet sultry , your words guided his eager inclinations , katsuki lowering himself with kitten kisses trailing your clothing.
LOL OK SORRY GUYS i’m still making more cus these concept pics are so good >~< but tmr im making the group poster so after that i plan on making a schedule for days that i post my posters to my insta , post my writings here & also post my sims on my new simstwt acct.
i’ve never been actively motivated to do all three at the same time before , it’s usually only one or the other. so this is new for me lol
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