suki

in a way, it wasn’t unusual— your arguments often followed the same pattern. you’d lash out, he’d stay calm— patient, listening, always trying to understand, and your fights would burn out just as quick as they came, the tension melting away in some much needed rough sex. but this time was different. this time, it had gone too far.

as izuku trekked up the stairs back into your shared apartment, he could feel exhaustion weighing down on his shoulders. he entered the bedroom quietly, the dim lights of the city revealing you clutching your pillow as you slept, its fabric stained dark with tears. he let out a quiet sigh at the sight, not out of pity, but out of something more complex. frustration. weariness. love. you clearly regretted what you said and did, but when it came down to it, you didn’t know how to apologize properly— something he blamed on your father, who had always thrown money at you instead of teaching you discipline.

after a few minutes of deliberation, he picked up his phone from the nightstand and sent a series of messages to his best friend, asking for a favor. the reply came only minutes later. once their exchange was finished, he set the device aside and slipped beneath the covers beside you. as his arms wrapped around your stiff form, you gradually softened against him— your breathing falling in rhythm with his. with one last sigh, he joined you in your slumber, wishing you were this good for him all the time.

the next morning, izuku didn’t talk much with you. you didn’t either, guilt sitting heavy in your chest making it hard to even look his way. it didn’t help that the only conclusion you’d reached from the fight last night was that you were going to “talk” about it later.

it was right around early afternoon when the doorbell rang. you were in the kitchen, finishing up washing some dishes, while izuku lounged on the couch in the living room, doomscrolling on his phone. “i’ll get it,” he called out, rising to his feet, his tone carrying a note of expectation— as if he was waiting for something or someone.

as he opened the door, a gruff “yo,” greeted him. you peeked around the corner at the sound, frowning as your eyes landed on bakugo katsuki, ducking under the doorframe as he stepped inside. you weren’t exactly a fan of the pro-hero, even if he was your boyfriend's best friend. he was crude and blunt, and you always felt like when he was around and izuku wasn't looking, he would ogle you.

“are you guys going somewhere?” you ask, wiping your wet hands on the fabric of your sweatpants as you approached the two men, confused on why katsuki was here.

“no, baby,” izuku said, turning his head down to look at you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. “katsuki is here to help me with something.”

“with what?”

“making you less of a bitch,” katsuki says casually, like it was funny.

“excuse me?” you frown, caught off guard and offended, reactively shooting a look at izuku to see if he was going to allow his friend’s disrespect. “are you going to let him talk to me like that?”

izuku lets out a sigh, not necessarily happy with katsuki’s delivery or phrasing but he already knew the other man was not one to beat around the bush. “why would i do anything?”

“uhm— because you’re my boyfriend?”

“oh, but i thought i was the ‘worse boyfriend ever?”

“you said that?” katsuki asks, snickering.

your gaze bounces between the two men, incredulity and embarrassment washing over you. “is this about last night?" you ask in a hushed voice, trying to maintain some privacy in your relationship. “i thought you said we were going to talk about it...”

“we are,” izuku says evenly, his hand sliding to your hip, holding you in place. “katsuki’s just here to mediate. in a way.”

unease tightens in your chest as you glance between the two men once more. “what does that mean?”

with a lean towards you, katsuki takes it upon himself to spell it out for you, the condescension dripping from his voice. “it means your boyfriend wants me to show you worse.”

at his intimidation, you cling onto izuku, searching your boyfriend's face for an answer. “babe?” you question, fingers gripping the side of his shirt, hoping for some comfort.

instead, izuku only exhales, his body language calm but unreadable. “would you come with me to the bedroom?” he asks softly, not explaining anything to you.

“for what?”

“to talk.”

you start to protest — “not if he’s going to—” — but your words are cut off with a startled gasp as izuku lifts you up effortlessly, and slings you over his shoulder. “—izuku! put me down!”

as you're carried off into the bedroom, struggling to escape izuku's grasp, katsuki follows close behind, mentally taking note of how your ass looked in your sweatpants. when izuku finally sets you down on the bed, he sits beside you, all while katsuki leans against the doorframe, watching everything unfold. instinctively, you try to get up, but izuku’s hand shoots out, gripping your wrist to halt your movement.

“stay,” he commands.

“izuku, this isn’t funny!” you bark back.

“do you see me laughing?” he asks rhetorically, before motioning for katsuki to come inside and take a seat on the bed. at the invitation, katsuki does so, making sure to close the door behind him. as he plops down, inching closer to you, you instinctively crawl into izuku’s lap, pressing your back against his chest.

“she’s scared,” katsuki says with a chuckle, speaking about you like you were some sort of animal or pet.

“i’d be scared too,” izuku muses, “have you seen the way you look?”

“baby,” you call out, switching gears as you begin to feel small in a room alone with two men, pleading with your boyfriend to take you seriously. “what’s actually going on? i don’t like this. i'm, i'm sorry for last night— but...”

hearing the tremor in your voice, izuku refocuses his attention back onto you, studying your posture. “we’re just talking, honey,” he says with a sigh, rubbing your shoulders. “no need to be so nervous.”

“i don’t see why your friend has to be here for that then.”

katsuki lets out a quiet laugh, as if there’s some joke you're not in on. izuku just reaches up, fingers brushing gently through your hair, trying to soothe you. “we need to talk about last night, my love— and how we are going to make sure it never happens again. katsuki's here to help with that.”

“okay well— it’s- it’s never going to happen again. are we done?”

izuku does his best to hide his chuckle at your attempt to avoid confrontation with another sigh, this time shaking his head as if disappointed. “if only i could take your word for it, baby. but, lately... i just feel like you’ve been taking me for granted.”

at his tone, guilt tugs at your heart, and your voice drops in volume. “i don’t do that…”

he clicks his tongue softly. “really? because it wasn’t very nice of you to break my stuff last night— or to say those things about me.”

“i-i’m sorry,” you mumble, shame creeping up your neck. “i was just mad. i didn’t mean to...”

“yeah?” he asks, voice thoughtful, and not convinced. “i don’t know. it’s not the first time you’ve said mean things to me, you know. sometimes... it just feels like you don’t really love me...”

“i do love you!”

a pout forms on his lips, his eyes clouded with a look of pity. “then how come i find that you make me sad more times than happy, baby?”

not knowing what to say, your throat tightens, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. “i don’t mean to,” you whisper, finding that you’re repeating yourself. “i want to make you happy, izuku…”

izuku pauses for a long moment at your words, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes as his plan began to fall into place.

“…could you show me?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“show you…?”

“yeah,” he says slowly, leaning back as if weighing the words. “show me that you want to make me happy.”

you blink back tears, confused on what exactly he wanted, wishing he’d just tell you. “you want me to show you? how?”

his lips curve into a small smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “well,” he murmurs, his breath tickling the nape of your neck, “however you think is best. i just want to see what exactly you’d do to prove it to me.”

as your mind scrambles for an answer, desperate to make things right, it feels like the room starts to spin. “i’d do… whatever you want,” you decide at last.

another soft snicker escapes katsuki, but it’s izuku’s deepening smile that makes your stomach twist.

“really, baby? whatever i want?” he asks, the hope in his voice deliberately deceiving.

you nod before you can give it a second thought.

he tilts his head, eyes studying your face.

“would you kiss katsuki?”

for a second, you think you misheard him. as katsuki's role in all this finally dawns on you, your stomach twists some more, yet you can't stop your following question from tumbling from your lips, hoping your assumptions were wrong. “is this… some kind of test?”

“nope,” he replies with the shake of his head, the expression smooth and calculated. “you got this idea that i'm mean to you, baby. i just want to show you that i’m not. katsuki here, would be kind enough to help me prove it.” his hand brushes your cheek, faking warmth. “if you really mean that you’d show me just how much you want to make me happy, then, show me.”

you hesitate as dread settles on your shoulders— the feeling cold and heavy. he was actually serious, you thought to yourself. slowly, you crawl towards where katsuki sat on the bed, the expectant smirk never leaving his face. you glance back at your boyfriend, searching his expression for some kind of direction on how to proceed— or maybe as a last-ditch plea for mercy, despite knowing deep down, there wouldn’t be any.

“ask katsuki if he could do you a favor,” is all izuku murmurs.

your hands wring together as the words stumble over each other— humiliation churning in your stomach. “bakugo—” you choke out, only to be interrupted by izuku’s sharp correction.

“katsuki, baby.”

"katsuki," you try again, almost whispering, his first name feeling too casual on your tongue. “could you do me a favor?”

katsuki's gaze lazily takes in your quivering form, throughly amused by izuku's approach with you, thinking it was all too unnecessarily gentle. “what was that?” he asks, encouraging you to repeat yourself.

“can you do me a favor?”

“hell are you so quiet for? speak up.”

your hands twist in the fabric of your shirt, reflecting the turmoil inside you as you don't meet his gaze. “i s-said, can you do me a favor?”

with a suck of his teeth, katsuki grabs you by the arm, bringing your face close to his ear. “grown ass woman but can't even fuckin' talk right. speak. up.”

“katsuki,” you repeat, louder this time, although through clenched teeth and shut eyes, “can you do me a favor?”

“ah,” he says, like he didn't understand you the whole time. “what sort of favor?”

“a kiss…”

“you want me to kiss you?” he asks, his teasing tone deliberately getting under your skin.

“i don’t want to kiss you—” you snap, embarrassment burning through you, and a sharp tsk from izuku cuts you off instantaneously. katsuki just lets out a low, drawn-out “oooh,” mocking your lack of self-control as you do something izuku clearly doesn’t like.

“get closer to him,” izuku tells you. reluctantly you do so, annoyed as you are forced to straddle katsuki’s lap. when he rests his hands on your hips, clearly enjoying himself, you can’t help but squirm. you avert your eyes, swallowing the fact that you’ll just have to go along with the blond’s teasing.

“katsuki, i want you to kiss me,” you mumble, begrudgingly. “can you kiss me?”

he laughs at your expression, his fingers curling around your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “you have to look at someone when you ask them a favor like this.”

you bite back a sob, the humiliation clawing at your chest. forcing yourself not to look away, you rush the words out, all too fast this time. “katsukicanyoupleasekissme?”

“damn, you fuckin' must like making things harder for yourself, huh? slowlyyyy, girl— i’m not going anywhere."

taking a moment to draw in a shaky breath, heart hammering and ears burning, you finally manage to ask properly, all while holding eye contact.

“katsuki can you please kiss me? i, i really want you to.”

“oh, good girl,” he praises, like you’re a dog. “a long kiss or a short kiss?”

at his teasing, you begin to sniffle, hating how drawn out this was. you look over your shoulder at izuku, awaiting for what your answer should be.

“a long one.”

“a long one,” you echo, silent tears dripping down your cheeks, a sight which goes straight to katsuki’s dick.

“i can give you a long one, yeah,” katsuki snickers, the grin on his face almost unsettling. “c’mere.”

at his instruction, you hesitantly lean forward, shaky hands reaching out to his face. tentatively, your lips brush his, a pit forming in your stomach as the kiss deepens— not because you were kissing another man that wasn’t your boyfriend, but because katsuki was scary! you realized far too late just how nice your boyfriend really was to you.

similar to the way he carried himself, katsuki was rough with his kisses, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth just to hear you yelp and cry some more. when you managed to wrangle yourself away to catch your breath, he pulled you back, his hand wrapped around the back of your head. this time, as you kissed, you felt his free hand snake up under your shirt, giving your braless tits a full-palmed squeeze. your eyes widened at the contact, and you placed your hands on his chest, trying to create some distance.

“i-izuku!” you called out to your boyfriend with a whine, hoping that he was now satisfied with this display. “he’s touching my boobs!”

however, his only response was a shrug, leaning back against the bed’s headboard as he continued to enjoy the show, but not without adjusting the position of his dick in his pants. “you know your safe word.”

at izuku’s reply, katsuki laughed, quick to work your shirt over your head. as your bare chest met the nippy air, you reflexively covered yourself with your arms. the blond then just rolled his eyes, peeling your hands out of the way so he could continue to play with your boobs as he moved to mark up the sensitive skin of your neck. biting and sucking, you winced with every hickey he left, forced to give into his manhandling.

“you into the prude act?” katsuki asks izuku with a chuckle, right after leaving a particularly painful one on your lower jaw.

“she’s not a prude,” izuku corrects, “she’s reserved.”

“reserved? that’s a cute word for it. i can see why you put up with her bullshit. these feel great,” katsuki comments on your tits, rolling a nipple in between his fingers and silencing your consequential whine with another deep kiss.

“yeah, they’re nice. you should try out her pussy.”

despite your haze, your thighs clench around katsuki’s hips at izuku’s offer to him, unknowing if it was anticipation or fear. nevertheless, you speak up, shaking your head.

“n-no! no! you said just a kiss, baby!”

your boyfriend simply arches an eyebrow at your protest. “you don’t think he needs to give you a kiss down there?”

“bet she’s already soaked,” katsuki adds with a laugh.

“i’m not!” you lie, voice shrill, not wanting to give katsuki the satisfaction that he was right. however, seeing right through you, the two men share a knowing look.

“baby,” izuku calls out to you, beckoning for you to come to him. “come here.”

although you're relieved to be allowed off katsuki's lap, a shiver runs down your spine as you crawl towards izuku, left only to wonder what could be going through his mind. when you are finally in front of him, he works you back into his lap again. then, his hands begin to tug the waistband of your sweats downwards.

“izuku, wait, no!” you cry, squirming to keep your pants on, not wanting to show his best friend proof of your arousal.

“quit it,” he orders you with a rasp, an arm wrapping around your stomach to keep you still. knowing going against his wishes will just get you in deeper trouble, you reluctantly oblige, hiding your face as your slick-stained panties are revealed to two sets of hungry eyes.

“looks like someone is a liar...” katsuki chuckles, now sitting in front of you as izuku kept your thighs open.

“jesus, babe,” izuku mumbles against the shell of your ear as he examines just how turned on you were, his fingers moving to press down against your clit through the thin fabric. “you like being bullied, huh?”

all you can manage in response is a shake of your head, embarrassment tempting you once more to let tears roll down your cheeks.

“i told you,” katsuki says to izuku with a laugh, face lowering near your core, his breath hot against your thighs as he watches izuku play with your clothed slit. “girls don’t like when you play nice all the time. they like being treated like stupid whores.”

“is that right?” izuku asks, but your brain doesn’t register that he’s talking to you at first. at your lack of response, his hand taps your cheek to draw your attention. “hey— do you like it better when i’m nice or mean to you?”

“nice,” you choke out, tensing up as katsuki lays in between your legs, and rests his head on your knee.

“ah, so you think i’m mean to you sometimes?”

“i, no…?”

“i think she does,” katsuki antagonizes, laughing once more, the sound pulling a glare out of you.

izuku lets out sigh, pulling your panties to the side as he does, and both men watch as the slick of your folds stick to izuku’s fingers. “that’s a shame,” he mumbles. your breath hitches as he spreads your pussy’s lips to let his best friend take a look inside. “i think katsuki has to show you what mean actually is if you think i’ve ever been mean to you, baby.”

you find yourself shaking your head again — “nononono” — thighs trembling and twitching to clamp shut, yet unable to due to the pressure of izuku’s forearms against them. “oh no, yeah,” he mockingly pouts. “give katsuki another kiss, okay?”

your gaze meets katsuki’s as he looks up at you, a grin plastered on his face as he slowly leans his head towards your entrance, and places chaste kiss after chaste kiss around it. each one has you whimpering, as well as fighting the urge to buck your hips against his mouth as you traitorously want more. eventually, katsuki begins to lick, his warm tongue lapping up the drool leaking from your pussy, and drawing out a moan from you.

“gross,” izuku grimaces as katsuki’s tongue touches his finger as he was still keeping you spread open. he pulls away his hand, bringing it up to your lips, expecting you to suck off the collected slick. obediently, you do, taking his fingers into your mouth, and tasting your own arousal on them. in response to izuku’s reaction, katsuki just smirks, before continuing to eat you out, hands splaying against your inner thighs to hold them open now since izuku withdrew his assistance.

the fervor of katsuki’s mouth on you causes your back to grind against izuku’s heavy and hard bulge, a hiss escaping his lips at the friction. the gears in your head begin to turn at the sound, and you turn your head to side.

“can i help you with your prob, problem, baby?” you ask, hoping it would get you on his good side and convince him to be nice to you.

unfortunately, yet again, izuku sees right through you. still, he smiles, allowing you a brief moment to think you were so smart. “oh — my good girl — of course,” he whispers, placing a kiss onto your shoulder. he motions to katsuki to unlatch himself off you, and the other man obliges, resting on his heels as he wipes his mouth of your juices with the back of his hand.

thighs still quivering, you flip onto your stomach, almost drooling over the sight of izuku tugging down his pajama pants just enough to free his dick, the head thudding softly against his lower abdomen when it is.

your cheek rests against his inner thigh as you run your fingers up his length, all before capturing it in a firm grip, and giving his dick a few strokes of admiration. as you brush a hair behind your ear, right about to take him into your mouth, you feel katsuki’s rough hands behind you, suddenly groping the globes of your ass. before you can protest, izuku stops you, his hand threading throughout your hair and grabbing you by the roots in a gentle tug, instructing you to focus and continue. begrudgingly, you do, finding your lower half at katsuki’s mercy as you are occupied with sucking izuku’s dick.

wrapping your lips around his flared tip, your tongue flicks against the prominent veins of his shaft, before enveloping him in totality, down to the base, with your forehead pressing against his abs. the result of your efforts is a low, tender “yeah… sh— good girl…” from your boyfriend, the groan going straight-down to the heartbeat of your clit.

eventually you find a steady rhythm, your head bobbing up and down izuku’s length at a comfortable speed, only for it to be interrupted when you feel katsuki’s tongue against your pussy once more, your escaping moans from the sensation causing vibrations around izuku, making him twitch in your mouth.

as you begin to lose focus, trying not to squeal when katsuki takes a shallow bite into the fat of your ass, izuku kisses his teeth, the sound cutting through your haze. “baby,” he murmurs, the warning wrapped in softness, “if katsuki makes you cum before you make me, i’m gonna let him fuck your pussy till it’s wrecked.”

and while you scramble to continue with your hard work, you find the cards stacked against you as pro-hero, bakugo katsuki becomes invigorated with competition and the promise of a prize. grabbing you by the hips, he buries his face in between your asscheeks, tongue plunging in and out of your sopping wetness, licking, sucking— all done with the intent on making you cum quick. all you can manage to do is pathetically clamp your thighs around his head as you struggle to adjust to the sudden overwhelming intensity, finding it difficult to focus on swirling your tongue around izuku’s frenulum in a satisfying manner.

it’s when you feel katsuki fucking motorboating your clit with the flat of his tongue, drool running down his chin and coating your inner thighs, that you realize you might be done for. as your approaching climax comes, you try your best not to give away any tells, resisting the urge to curl your toes. unfortunately, there was no way to play off the resulting spasms running throughout your body. with a toothy grin, katsuki places one last kiss to your pussy, before sitting back on his haunches, priding himself on a job well done.

“she came~” he drawls in a grating, sing-sone tone.

your glossed over eyes as you looked up at izuku to deny it did nothing for your case. “i didn’t— i didn’t, wait, wait,” you pleaded, hearing the rustle of katsuki’s belt unbuckle behind you, and hoping izuku would believe you and tell his friend to wait, despite knowing deep down he wouldn’t.

“if you didn’t cum,” katsuki snickers, finally shimmying off his jeans, and you gasp as you feel the mushroom-shaped tip of his dick languidly sliding up and down your slit, threatening to push past the barrier of resistance, “then you wouldn’t be too sensitive for me to put it in, yeah?”

expecting you to answer the other man, izuku arches an eyebrow down at you, feigning tenderness as he brushes a hair sticking to the sweat of your forehead out of your face. “y-yeah,” you answer, knees struggling to support themselves as katsuki lifts your hips up to align himself better. as you feel the crown of his cock gradually entering you, you let out a telling hiss, the stretch obviously too overstimulating. “but, wait, you didn’t— fuck — you didn’t make me cum yet, you can’t—”

your chest heaves as he buries himself to the hilt, fresh tears running down your cheeks as you whimper and gasp. “s-stupid!” you spit out in frustration, before sobbing into your boyfriend’s lap. katsuki could feel every clench of your pussy around him, the grip like a vice as a result of your recent orgasm, and he bites his lower lip to suppress a groan.

“she’s — fuckkkk... yeah, baby, tighten up just like that — doing a lot... of talking for someone who should be sucking,” katsuki laughs breathlessly as he begins to move. izuku only hums in reply, watching how your face contorts as katsuki hits that soft spongy spot inside you.

“is it too much?” izuku asks you with a murmur, checking in on you. when you shake your head, a soft smile spreads across his face. “good. then i don’t see why you stopped.”

as he gestures towards his dick, signaling for you to continue what you were doing, your brows furrow, biting back the urge to say something mean. with a huff, you take him back into your mouth.

meanwhile, katsuki’s hold on your hips becomes bruising as he pulls you back to slam your ass in tandem with his thrusts. upon seeing you struggle to give him head once more, izuku takes it upon himself to steady you, fingers intermingling with hair as he grabs the sides of your head and bucks his cock down your throat.

the splutter of your slobber mixes together with your tears as your mouth becomes a fleshlight for your boyfriend’s pleasure. “suck,” he says plainly, like he’s doing you a favor since he’d be doing all the moving. in a way, he was right, as all you had to do now was hollow your cheeks and lay your tongue out expectantly.

just as the sharp sting of overstimulation finally began to melt into pleasure, that’s when katsuki's movements stuttered, much to your annoyance. “sh-shit,” he curses, your back arching as he drills himself deeper. “it's chill, if, fuck, i do it inside— right?”

“she'd prefer it,” izuku answers for you since your mouth was occupied at the moment, heavy balls slapping against your chin. “always” — plap — “complaining” — plapplapplap — “when” — plap — “i” — plap — “let” — plap — “it” — plap — “out” — plap — “on” — plap — “her” — plap — “back.” he punctuates his words with a groan as he makes you take him to the hilt, holding you there as you gag.

the velvet of your walls squeeze down on katsuki as you choke on izuku's dick, and the former finds himself unable to stop from burying his cock deep inside you and pumping your womb with thick creamy spurts. “fuuuuuck,” he moans with a shudder, shutting his eyes tight. after a moment to catch his breath, he shortly pulls out of you, watching how his cum oozed from your pussy; your perseverance earns a slap to your ass from him.

“gentlemanly,” izuku comments dryly on how his friend was already limp so fast, as well as how he had came before you during penetration, and did not give you a second orgasm. the judgment came from a place like he wasn’t face fucking you relentlessly.

katuski only rolls his eyes, one arm resting on his stomach as he sprawled himself out on the bed, watching you two continue. “i've been busy,” he shrugs. “i haven't gotten some in a bit. plus, i already made her cum earlier.”

with a sigh, izuku looks down at you, your jaw obviously beginning to ache. “that's why he doesn't have a girlfriend,” he murmured, yet your brain was too busy melting out of your ears to show any sort of response.

taking in your disheveled appearance — bites and handprints left all over you from katsuki, not to mention saliva, pre-cum, sweat, and tears coating your cheeks and neck — izuku finally takes pity, letting you off of him and allowing you the chance to actually get some oxygen to your brain. a soothing touch combs through your hair as you cough and sniffle, having never been treated so roughly before during sex.

“my poor baby,” he coos and you pout as he takes you into his arms, the tip of his dick poking against your well-used folds as you rest on his lap. “katsuki’s so mean, huh?”

“you made him be mean to me,” you huff, wiping your tears against his shoulder, all while your hips absentmindedly grind against him.

a hand settles on your waist, while the other rubs your back in comfort, laughing at your words. “would you believe me if i said that’s just how he is?”

you nod quietly, murmuring. “he’s scary…”

before you know it, the teasing tip of izuku’s shaft sliding along your slit had slipped in due to the slick mix of fluids between your bodies. a breathless gasp leaves your lips as you feel the swollen head nestle snugly along your cervix.

“you’re not gonna break my stuff anymore, right baby?” he asks with a throaty groan, half-lidded eyes not leaving where the two of you were connected, watching as katsuki’s cum inside you frothed around the base of his dick. “gonna be good for me so i don’t have to ask katsuki for anything anymore, right?”

“m-mhm…”

“promise?”

“yes, yeah…”

he smiles, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips. “i love you, baby.”

“i love you too…” you return, your pussy fluttering around him at his words.

katsuki, still lying on the bed and now checking his phone, mutters an “ew,” under his breath, undermining the moment.

izuku looks past you to furrow his brow at his friend. “if you’re done, you can leave.”

“i’m just a piece of meat to you…” katsuki says with a dramatic sigh, before searching the floor for his discarded clothes to put back on. “i’m eating whatever shit you got in your fridge.”

as katsuki leaves the bedroom, izuku rolls his eyes before flicking them up to yours, studying your dazed expression. leaning back on the bed, he proceeds to take his sweat-drenched shirt off at last. “you wanna take what you need, honey?” he asks gently, seeing how antsy you are.

you nod again, having been feverish upon feeling every twitch of his dick inside your walls. slowly, you lift up your hips before slamming them back down against his, effectively riding him. you had been so close to your second high before katsuki rudely deprived you of it with his early orgasm, and you could feel it lingering within you.

“careful,” izuku says with a breathlessly laugh, thumb wiping away the drool dribbling down your chin. “don’t tire yourself out so fast…”

“m’ okay,” you mumble before letting out a moan, eyes shutting tight when you angle yourself to hit that spot.

finding purchase on your hips, izuku’s hands help guide you up and down his length, as well maintain the pace. “who feels better, baby— me or katsuki?” he asks, goosebumps prickling your arms as his breath tickles your ear.

“you,” you reply immediately, and his heart melts at just how soft and clingy you were for him.

“yeah?” his head dips in between your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh. “you’re such a good girl; i’m sorry for being so mean to you,” he whispers against your skin, before placing an open-mouthed kiss. “it’s just because i love you, you know that right?”

your lips purse as you squirm under his ministrations, a familiar coil-like sensation threatening to snap soon. “i-i know— m’ gonna cum, izu…”

“me too,” he mumbles, now bucking his hips upwards to match your rhythm, a thumb hurriedly reaching down to rub your clit to help send you over the edge once more.

as pleasure finally comes crashing down on the two of you, his lips captured yours in a kiss, sucking on your tongue with a low groan as your walls milked every last drop of his release.

covered in a sheen of sweat, your bodies trembled as you rode out the aftershocks together, chests rising and falling against each other as you continued to kiss gently. finally, izuku pulls away to catch his breath, and you collapse on top of him, listening to the pitter-patter of his heart as you do the same, feeling almost uncomfortable with the loads of two men inside you.

a calm and intimate silence falls between you two, before the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen cuts through it, a sound you both laugh at as you piece together that katsuki was planning on doing some cooking.

“do you think he’ll make anything for us?” izuku asks, clearing his throat when his voice cracks with rawness.

you shake your head, sighing. “no— he’s selfish.”

izuku laughs gently, placing a kiss against your hairline. “i’ll uber something if he doesn’t. now, let’s go take a bath together, hm? gotta give my pretty girl her reward for taking her lecture so well too.”

your nose scrunches at the proposition, and you plop a pillow on his face, earning you a giggle from him. “ugh, no. if i have any more dick, i'm gonna throw up.”

Mina and Uraraka were the first. They brought flowers that smelled of sunshine and tried to chatter about normal things, but their eyes kept darting to the machines you were hooked up to. Mina, usually so vibrant, looked pale, her usual sparkle gone. She reached out and gently smoothed your hair, her voice a choked whisper. "Come back to us, star-girl."

Kirishima and Kaminari came next, their usual bravado nowhere to be found. Kirishima's unbreakable spirit seemed, for once, very breakable. He just stood there, his fists clenched at his sides, staring at the bandages wrapped around your torso. "She saved my life, man," he said to Izuku, his voice rough with unshed tears. "That Nomu… I didn't even see it coming."

Iida and Todoroki arrived with a quiet solemnity that was almost worse than the others' grief. Iida stood ramrod straight, his hand chopping the air in a gesture that was more reflex than command. "Her sacrifice was heroic. A testament to the spirit of Class 1-A." Todoroki said nothing, but his mismatched eyes lingered on your still face for a long time before he gave Izuku a short, sharp nod of understanding.

Even Aizawa-sensei came. He stood in the doorway for a long time, his capture weapon hanging loosely around his neck, his gaze tired and unreadable. He looked at you, then at Izuku, who hadn't left his side. "She's a fighter, Problem Child," he said, his voice gruff but softer than Izuku had ever heard it. "She'll pull through." It sounded less like a statement of fact and more like a desperate prayer.

Through it all, Izuku remained. He talked to you, his voice a low, steady murmur. He told you about the repairs to the dorms, about how Eri was doing, about the new hero analysis theories he was working on. He poured his heart out to your unresponsive form, clinging to the fragile hope that you could hear him. The fear was a constant, cold knot in his stomach. The idea of this world, this future they were all fighting for, without you in it was a void so vast and black it threatened to swallow him whole. He had faced villains, broken his bones, pushed himself beyond every conceivable limit, but the thought of losing you was a terror he couldn't conquer.

The third week bled into the fourth. The stream of visitors slowed as the grim reality set in. The doctors were kind but realistic. The coma was profound. The injuries extensive. They spoke of potential long-term damage in hushed, clinical tones that made Izuku's blood run cold.

He was dozing in his chair, his head resting on the edge of your bed, when he felt it. A faint, almost imperceptible squeeze of his hand.

His head shot up, his heart hammering against his ribs. Your eyes were open. Just a crack, but they were open. They were hazy, unfocused, but they were the same beautiful eyes he had spent months studying, the same eyes that glittered when you laughed.

"Y/N?" he breathed, his voice trembling.

Your lips parted, and a dry, rasping sound emerged. "Izuku?"

It was just his name, but it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Tears he hadn't realized he was holding back flooded his eyes, streaming down his face. He fumbled for the call button, his hands shaking so badly he could barely press it.

Over the next hour, the world shifted on its axis. Nurses and doctors bustled in, their initial shock giving way to cautious optimism. They ran tests, checked your vitals, and confirmed what Izuku already knew in his heart: you were awake.

Once the medical storm had passed and they were alone again, the dam broke.

He sank to his knees beside your bed, his face buried in the mattress next to your arm, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs. It wasn't the quiet, stoic grief he had been carrying for weeks; it was the raw, ragged sound of a man who had been to the brink and back.

"I thought… God, Y/N, I thought I'd lost you," he choked out, his voice muffled by the blankets. He looked up, his face a mess of tears and relief, his green eyes swimming with an emotion so intense it took your breath away. "Lying there, so still… I couldn't… I can't. I can't live in a world without you."

You were still weak, your body a distant, aching thing, but your heart ached for him. You lifted your free hand, the one not tangled in tubes, and gently stroked his messy green hair.

"I'm right here, Izuku," you whispered, your voice still raspy but clear. "I'm not going anywhere."

He caught your hand in his, holding it to his cheek like a lifeline. "Don't," he begged, his voice cracking. "Don't ever leave my side again. I know it's selfish. I know you have your own path, your own dreams. But I… I need you. You're the light, Y/N. You're the one good, beautiful thing in all this chaos. Without you, it's just… darkness."

His confession hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. It wasn't a declaration of youthful crush; it was the desperate plea of a soul that had seen its counterpart flicker and almost die out.

A soft, warm glow began to emanate from your skin, the gentle, silver sparkles he knew so well blooming across your cheeks and hands. It wasn't the frantic glitter of embarrassment; it was the steady, radiant light of overwhelming emotion.

"I'm not going anywhere," you repeated, your voice stronger now, filled with a calming certainty that seemed to soothe his frayed nerves. "You're stuck with me, hero. I'm afraid you're my North Star, too."

He let out a shaky breath, a watery laugh mixing with his tears. He rested his forehead against your hand, closing his eyes as if to memorize the feel of your skin, the sight of your light.

The next day, the usual visiting time arrived. Iida, Mina, Uraraka, and Todoroki stood in the hallway outside your room, their expressions somber. They had made this walk every day for a month, bracing themselves for the same heartbreaking scene.

"Ready?" Uraraka asked softly, her voice tight.

Mina took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping inside. "We brought you some—" she started, then stopped dead.

The rest of them peered in over her shoulder, and their jaws collectively dropped.

You were sitting up in bed, propped against a pile of pillows. You were still pale, and the bandages were prominent, but you were awake. And you were laughing. A real, genuine, bubbling laugh that made the stars on your skin shimmer. Izuku was sitting on the edge of your bed, a notebook in his lap, but he wasn't taking notes. He was just looking at you, a look of pure, unadulterated adoration on his face.

"…and so there I was, barbeque sauce on my titties--'" you were saying, finishing a story that had sent you into a fit of giggles.

Mina let out a shriek that was half-sob, half-joy. "YOU'RE AWAKE!"

The quiet somberness of the hallway shattered. In a flurry of motion, your friends were in the room, a chaotic, beautiful mess of relief and disbelief. Mina was already crying, hugging your legs with a gentleness you didn't know she possessed. Uraraka was right behind her, her face a picture of pure, radiant happiness, her hands floating just above your bed as if afraid to touch you and break the spell.

"I can't believe it!" Uraraka exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "We were so worried! The doctors said… they didn't know…"

Iida stood at the foot of the bed, his ramrod straight posture finally slumping in relief. He pushed his glasses up, though you suspected it was to hide the moisture in his own eyes. "This is… this is exemplary news! Your resilience is a testament to your heroic spirit, Y/N!"

Even Todoroki allowed a small, genuine smile to grace his features. He stood slightly apart from the commotion, but his eyes were fixed on you, warm and bright. "It's good to see you, Y/N."

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from a well of joy so deep it felt like it could power a thousand stars. The soft light on your skin brightened, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the entire room. "I'm sorry I worried you all," you said, your voice still a little weak but filled with its usual bubbly energy. "But I'm a tough star to extinguish."

Kaminari and Kirishima, who had been hovering in the doorway, finally rushed in. "Dude!" Kaminari yelled, then immediately shrank back, remembering where he was. "I mean, dude! You're okay!"

Kirishima just stood there, his usual manly grin replaced by a look of overwhelming gratitude. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

You looked at all of them, at your friends, your class, your family, and your heart felt so full it was a wonder you didn't start floating like Uraraka. Then your gaze found Izuku. He had moved to stand by the window, giving you space, but his eyes hadn't left you for a second. He was watching the reunion with a soft, fond smile, the deep-seated terror in his eyes finally replaced by a quiet, peaceful light.

The doctors and nurses, drawn by the commotion, came in to gently but firmly remind everyone that you still needed to rest. There were promises to visit tomorrow, to bring you your favorite foods, to catch you up on all the school gossip you'd missed. One by one, they filed out, until only you and Izuku remained.

He walked back to your bedside, his movements slow and deliberate. He sat down in the chair he had inhabited for a month, but this time, he didn't look like a sentinel guarding a tomb. He looked like a man who had found his way home.

"They're happy," you said softly, reaching out to take his hand.

"They were terrified," he corrected gently, lacing his fingers through yours. "We all were."

You looked down at your joined hands, at the way his calloused fingers fit so perfectly with yours. "I remember," you said quietly, your gaze turning distant. "The explosion. And then… green lightning. I remember your eyes. You looked so scared."

"I was," he admitted without hesitation. "I've never been so scared in my life. Not when I broke my arms, not when I faced Shigaraki… none of it compared to seeing you fall."

A fresh wave of emotion washed over you, and the stars on your skin shimmered brighter. "Izuku…"

"No, let me say this," he said, his voice earnest and intense. He leaned forward, his green eyes locking onto yours. "When I thought I lost you, it felt like the light went out of the world. All my plans, my dreams… they felt meaningless. I kept thinking about all the things I never said. All the time I wasted being scared of my own feelings."

He took a deep breath, his grip on your hand tightening. "I love you, Y/N. I'm in love with you. I have been for a while. I was just too much of a coward to say it. I was afraid of distracting you, of being a burden, of messing up the amazing thing we have. But almost losing you… it put everything into perspective. I'd rather have a complicated, messy life with you in it than a perfect, simple one without you."

The world tilted on its axis. His words were a supernova, a brilliant, earth-shattering revelation that rewired your entire existence. Tears welled in your eyes, but they were tears of pure, unadulterated joy.

"Izuku…" you whispered, your voice trembling.

"I don't expect you to say it back," he rushed on, his usual analytical brain kicking in, even in this most emotional of moments. "You've just been through a massive trauma, and the last thing I want is to put pressure on you. I just needed you to know. I needed to say it out loud, so you'd know how much you mean to me. So you'd know that when you get out of here, you don't have to face any of it alone. I'll be right there. I'll always be right there."

You couldn't stand it anymore. You tugged on his hand, pulling him closer. He leaned in, confused, until you were close enough to press your forehead against his.

"You're not a coward, Izuku Midoriya," you whispered, your lips brushing against his. "You're the bravest person I know." You closed the last bit of distance, kissing him softly. It was a kiss filled with relief, with promise, with a love that had been forged in fire and fear and had emerged, shining and unbreakable.

When you pulled back, you looked him dead in the eye. "I love you, too. You ridiculous, wonderful, heroic nerd. I think I have since the first time you asked me about the gravitational binding of my Quirk instead of just asking if it sparkled."

A slow, brilliant smile spread across his face, so full of hope and happiness it was brighter than any star you could ever create. "Really?"

"Really," you confirmed, your own smile matching his. "So you're stuck with me. Get used to it."

"I think," he said, his voice thick with emotion as he gently kissed your forehead, "I can live with that."

༉‧₊˚. A/N: this is so cute, love u anon

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They’d been dancing around each other for years. Close friends since U.A., closer after graduation. Neither had made a real move. Tonight felt different.

“Alright, losers!” Mina shouted, clapping her hands. “We’re playing 7 Minutes in Heaven. Proper rules. No backing out.”

A chorus of groans and cheers went up. Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. Classic Mina.

Names went into a bowl. When Mina reached in for the second name after pulling Shoto’s (who looked mildly horrified), she grinned wide.

“Y/N!”

Y/N’s stomach flipped. She stepped forward, already laughing. “This is going to be awkward no matter who—”

Mina pulled the next slip. “And Izuku!”

The room erupted. Whistles, teasing shouts. Izuku froze mid-sip, green eyes wide as they locked onto hers. His face went from pink to deep red in seconds.

“Oh shit,” Kaminari cackled. “Deku’s done for.”

“Closet’s that way,” Mina said, pointing with a flourish. “Timer starts now. Have fun, kids.”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, muttering something under his breath as he followed Y/N into the walk-in closet. The door clicked shut behind them. The space was cramped—coats, shelves, barely enough room to stand without touching. The muffled party noise filtered through the wood.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then Izuku let out a shaky laugh. “This is… um. Yeah.”

Y/N turned to face him. In the low light leaking under the door, she could see how glassy his eyes were. The alcohol had loosened him up. His usual careful restraint was fraying.

“You okay, Deku?” she asked softly, leaning back against the shelves.

He nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Totally. Just—didn’t expect it to be you.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, then jerked back up. “Not that I mind. I don’t. Mind. At all.”

Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling. He was failing spectacularly at playing it cool.

The air thickened. Seven minutes wasn’t long, but it felt endless in the small space. Izuku shifted closer, one hand bracing on the shelf beside her head. He smelled like citrus and the faint trace of his hero costume soap.

“I’ve been trying not to stare at you all night,” he admitted, voice low and a little rough. Tipsy Izuku had no filter. “You look really good. You always do, but tonight it’s… unfair.”

Y/N’s pulse jumped. She reached up and tugged lightly at the collar of his shirt. “You’re not exactly subtle either, Izuku. You’ve been watching me since I walked in.”

He swallowed hard. “Can’t help it.”

The first kiss was clumsy—his mouth finding hers with more enthusiasm than grace. The second was better. Hungrier. Izuku groaned quietly against her lips, one hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. He was warm, solid, and clearly trying to hold back but losing the battle fast.

Y/N kissed him harder, fingers threading through his curls. He whimpered—soft, involuntary—and pressed her back against the shelves. His hips rolled forward once, almost unconsciously. She could feel him half-hard already through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he breathed against her neck when they broke for air. “Sorry. I’m— I’ve wanted this for so long and I’m a little drunk and—”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” she whispered.

He did. Deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers while his hands roamed. One slipped under the hem of her shirt, palm hot against her skin. Y/N tugged at his belt, just enough to tease, and he shuddered.

The knock on the door came way too soon.

“Time’s up, lovebirds!” Mina called, clearly delighted.

They broke apart, breathing hard. Izuku’s lips were swollen, eyes dark, and he looked like he wanted to drag her back in. Instead he rested his forehead against hers for a second.

“We should… probably go back out,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

Y/N smoothed his shirt down for him. “Or we could leave.”

His eyes snapped to hers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They slipped out of the closet to a round of cheers and teasing. Izuku’s face was still flushed, and he kept a hand on her lower back as they said quick goodbyes. Shoto gave them a knowing nod. Mina winked so hard it looked painful.

The cab ride to Izuku’s apartment was tense with anticipation. His thigh pressed against hers the whole way. He kept his hand on her knee, thumb stroking small circles that made her breath catch.

The second his front door closed, restraint snapped.

Izuku pushed her up against it, kissing her like he’d been starving for it. All the careful, analytical hero persona was gone—replaced by raw need. His hands were everywhere, pulling her shirt over her head, unhooking her bra with surprising speed.

“You’re sure?” he asked between kisses, ever the gentleman even while tipsy and desperate.

“Positive.” Y/N tugged his shirt off, nails scraping down his scarred chest. “Bedroom, Izuku.”

He lifted her easily—hero strength—and carried her down the short hallway. They tumbled onto his bed in a mess of limbs. Izuku hovered over her, green eyes intense even in the dim lamplight.

He kissed down her neck, her collarbones, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the other. Y/N arched into him, fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned at the taste of her, hips grinding down against her thigh.

“Been thinking about this,” he muttered against her skin. “You. Under me. Like this.”

Y/N reached between them and palmed him through his jeans. He was rock hard, straining against the fabric. “Yeah? Show me then.”

He stripped the rest of their clothes with clumsy urgency. When he finally settled between her thighs, cock nudging against her entrance, he paused.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

She did. His face was flushed, curls wild, eyes full of heat and something deeper. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a broken moan.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist. “Move, Izuku.”

He did. Slow at first, savoring it, then faster as she urged him on with nails on his back and breathy moans. The bed creaked under them. Skin slapped against skin. Izuku buried his face in her neck, muttering praises and curses between thrusts.

“You’re so wet… been wanting you for years… shit, Y/N—”

She clenched around him deliberately and he whimpered again, hips stuttering. The sound went straight to her core.

“H-harder-- fuck!,” she gasped.

He obliged, shifting angles until he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. One hand slipped between them, thumb circling her clit with focused precision. The combination had her tumbling over the edge fast, crying out his name as she came hard around him.

Izuku followed right after, groaning her name like a prayer as he spilled inside her, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

They stayed tangled together for a long minute, catching their breath. Izuku eventually pulled out gently and rolled to the side, pulling her against his chest.

“Stay tonight?” he asked, voice hoarse but hopeful.

Y/N smiled against his skin. “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed the top of her head, arms tightening around her. The party felt like it had happened hours ago. This—quiet, warm, real—felt like the start of something they’d both waited too long for.

༉‧₊˚. A/N: ofc Mina was the one that started this. so canon.

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You poured a mug of coffee, cradling the warmth in your hands. "It was… fine," you lied, the word tasting like ash in your mouth.

"Fine?" Uraraka chimed in, floating over from the couch. "Just fine? That's not the face of someone who just had a 'fine' date with the hot second-year!"

A small, tired group had gathered by now—Kaminari, Hagakure, and Kirishima all looking at you expectantly. You sighed, the weight of their cheerful anticipation pressing down on you. You couldn't lie to them. They were your friends.

"Okay, it was awful," you admitted, your voice flat. "Truly, spectacularly awful."

A collective gasp went through the group. "What? Why?" Mina asked, her face falling.

You took a long sip of coffee, gathering the miserable memories. "He… wouldn't stop talking about himself. For three hours. It was a monologue."

Kaminari snorted. "About what?"

"Everything," you said, gesturing vaguely with your mug. "His training regimen. His internship stats. How many villains he'd 'totally taken down.' He spent twenty minutes describing the protein shake he invented. He called it the 'Ren-egade.' I'm not kidding."

Hagakure made a horrified sound. "No."

"Oh, it gets worse," you continued, a bitter smile twisting your lips. "I tried to talk. I mentioned that ice sculpture I made, the little fox? He looked at me like I'd grown a second head and said, 'That's cute. A little niche, but cute. Have you ever considered a more… offensive application of your Quirk?' Then he went back to explaining his favorite brand of workout gloves."

Kirishima winced. "Ouch. That's not very manly of him."

"The best part," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, "was when the bill came. He looked at it, then looked at me, and said, 'You know, since I make more money than you probably ever will as a support hero, it'd be a good investment for you to cover this. Consider it a lesson in fiscal responsibility.'"

Mina's jaw was on the floor. "He did NOT."

"He did," you confirmed. "I paid for my own overpriced salad and left. I think I was out the door before he even noticed I was gone."

Your friends erupted in a flurry of outraged sympathy. "What a jerk!" "I can't believe he said that!" "We should go freeze his gym shorts to the ceiling!" Their anger was a warm, comforting blanket, and for a moment, you felt a little less alone in your misery.

Through it all, you were vaguely aware of Izuku sitting on the other side of the room, a textbook open but unread in his lap. He hadn't joined the group, but you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and unreadable. When you glanced over, he quickly looked down, pretending to be engrossed in a page about tactical rescue formations. You saw the way his shoulders were tense, the way his grip on his pen was a little too tight. A pang of guilt, sharp and unwelcome, shot through you. You hadn't even thought about how this might affect him.

The rest of the day crawled by. The initial anger from your friends faded into a sort of protective pity, which was somehow worse. You tried to shake off the lingering gloom from the date, but it clung to you like a damp fog. You were irritable, your patience worn thin. Every little sound grated on your nerves—the loud video game Kaminari and Sero were playing, Mina's humming, even the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.

You decided to bury your bad mood in productivity. Gathering up the overflowing laundry basket from your room, you headed down to the small communal laundry room in the basement. It was usually quiet down there, a concrete-walled sanctuary of humming washers and the warm, clean smell of detergent. It was exactly what you needed.

You started sorting lights and darks, the simple, repetitive task a welcome distraction. The door creaked open, and you didn't have to look up to know who it was. You could feel his presence, that familiar, earnest energy that was uniquely Izuku.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice hesitant.

"Hey," you replied, not turning from your task. You shoved a pile of dark clothes into a washer, a little more forcefully than necessary.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, shifting his weight. "I, uh… I heard about your date. I'm sorry it was bad."

You slammed the washer door shut and punched the buttons on the panel. "It was fine. It's over." Your tone was clipped, colder than you intended.

"Right," he said. He came further into the room, stopping a few feet behind you. "He sounds… like he wasn't very nice."

You let out a short, humorless laugh. "No, he wasn't. He was a narcissistic jerk. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No! I just… I was worried about you," he said, his voice genuinely concerned.

That made you turn around. He was standing there, looking at you with those big, earnest green eyes, and something inside you snapped. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that you had to go on that terrible date. It wasn't fair that you felt so miserable. And it really wasn't fair that the one person who actually seemed to see you, who actually cared, was just standing there, looking at you with pity.

"Well, you don't have to be," you snapped, your voice sharper than you'd ever used with him before. "I'm fine. I can handle one bad date."

"I know you can," he said quickly, holding his hands up placatingly. "I just meant… you seemed really upset this morning."

"Of course I was upset! It was a disaster!" you retorted, your fox tail bristling behind you. "But I'm over it now. So you can stop looking at me like I'm some pathetic little animal that needs rescuing."

His expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. "That's not how I look at you."

"Isn't it?" you challenged, taking a step closer. "You're always analyzing me, Izuku. Always taking notes. 'The seasonal pigmentation shift,' 'construct stability in low temperatures.' You treat me like a science experiment, not a person!"

"That's not true!" he protested, his voice rising with frustration. "I'm just… interested. I think your Quirk is fascinating. I think *you're are fascinating."

"Well, maybe I don't want to be fascinating!" you shot back. "Maybe I just wanted to have a nice date with someone who doesn't think my ice foxes are 'cute but niche'!"

The words hung in the air between you, charged and ugly. You saw the exact moment they hit him. His shoulders slumped, his ears drooping, the light in his eyes dimming. He looked away, his gaze falling on the spinning washing machine.

"I just… I would have been nicer to you," he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper. "I would have asked about your ice sculptures. I would have paid for dinner."

The quiet sincerity in his voice was worse than any argument. It was a confession, and it was the last thing you wanted to hear right then. It felt like a reproach, like he was saying, 'See? I'm the better choice, and you blew it.'

"And what, Izuku?" you asked, your voice dripping with a bitterness that surprised even you. "What would you have done? Would you have written about it in your notebook afterwards? Analyzed the 'optimal date trajectory' for a deer hybrid?"

He flinched as if you'd slapped him. "That's not fair."

"No, it's not fair!" you agreed, your voice rising again. "It's not fair that I had to sit there and listen to that jerk talk about himself for three hours! It's not fair that I came back here feeling like crap! And it's really not fair that you're standing here acting like you would have been the perfect gentleman, when you can't even work up the nerve to say anything to me until someone else asks me out!"

It was a low blow. You knew it the second the words left your mouth. You saw the raw pain on his face, the way he physically recoiled from your accusation. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He just stared at you, his eyes wide with a hurt so deep it made your chest ache.

"I…" he finally managed, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

He turned and walked out of the laundry room, his heart in his stomach and his ego clearly shot down to the ground..

⋆⁺₊❅. A/N: I KNOW this one was sad and makes reader piss u off, but trust me on the next one okie???

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A laugh stumbled out of your lips as you finally relaxed, your body becoming slack on the sheets. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, lust and want in your gaze. It was expected with the man who had been married to for 2 years.

You moved your hands to cup your breasts for him. Your fingers moved to twist and move your nipples, pulling just enough to sting. Just enough to make your pussy squeeze his fingers as he pulled them out of you. "It's not fair you leave me while you go on a mission, and you get to still have me when I don't have you."

The focus switched to front view as Izuku's eyes aren't on the camera but on you out of frame. Forrest eyes are swallowed by pupils that were enraptured by you. Izuku had always been enraptured by you. He was incapable of even faking otherwise. His lips were wet with a mixture of saliva and your slick.

A deep hum came out of his throat. "Well we both know that isn't true, baby."

"And how isn't it true?" You asked.

"I try cum enough to leave enough still inside you while I'm gone." He said as the camera switched again focusing down on the lower part of your body. His large scarred hands sat on your abdomen, his thumb brushing over where your womb was underneath. Your body shivered at the implications.

The video then cuts to being set not even 5 feet away from the bed, not that the distance mattered. You were loud enough that it felt like the phone was right next to the both of you.

The camera was positioned so that it captured the broad expanse of his freckled back. He was so gloriously muscular and strong. He was the Number One hero and it showed with how his hips thrusted into you. He wasn't stopping for anything. The constant slap of his palvis against your skin was a consistent rhythm in the audio.

Your feet peaked over his shoulders as he held thighs, keeping your legs as his grip to pound into you. Your legs kept twitching as he bottomed out inside you again, and again, and again. You couldn't breathe deeply because it felt like he was right in your stomach, pounding against your lungs.

His thick cock was always such a delicious feeling inside you. You often didn't even need him to move to feel at peace, to feel whole. And yet here you were, so greedy for more.

You didn't mind being greedy. Your husband loved you greedy.

"OH FUCK! DEEPER, IZU!" You cried out higher pitched than normal.

He let out a huff. "Deeper?" He asked lowly, sweat beading down his neck. His green curl as a darker shade due to the sweat in his hair. He moved to cage your body underneath him, his hands resting at eitherside of your head. With one large hand and a shift he moved to reallign himself before slamming back in.

You arched up into him as you screamed to the heavens. "YES!" You moaned deeply. Your thighs were nearly touching your chest as he had you folded in half.

Izuku groaned as he threw his head back for a moment before moving his hips again. "I love fucking you. Good Lord, this pussy always holds me so good. You trying to suck me dry, aren't you?" He asked as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Yes! Yes, I do. I want you to cum inside me. I want your baby." You pleaded.

A deep animal like sound left Izuku as a flash of lightning rippled across his back. The bed creaked but held up (custom made for such scenerios). He shifted and the video caught him over you, his heavy balls slapping against your rim.

"I'm gonna come." Izuku warned you as your fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin leaving marks.

"Inside." You pleaded as you moved a hand into his curls.

With a groan turned whine Izuku came. His groans unhindered as he closed his eyes and burried his head in the crook of your neck as you massaged his scalp. You were humming in content continuously, your legs now wrapped around his waist to keep him planted there.

"You're coming so much." You praised as you felt each and every squirt inside of you. You hummed as you let him twitch and stay planted deep and fully sheathed inside you. It was the moments like this where you felt most close to him, most like you were one.

Izuku chuckled. "How could I not when your cunt massages me like it was made for me." He said lowly. He kisses your lips, before diving his tongue inside your mouth.

Your body relaxes as you unravel around, him allowing him freedom to move now. His arms move to wrap around you for a moment, hugging you for a moment. He moves back, finally pulling out and getting out of the way of the camera. He grabs the phone and focuses it down between your spread legs.

Your clit twitches at the attention as your swollen pussy enters frame. A thick white trickle has already spilled out of you, moving down to your puckered room. You giggle moving a hand to rest over your mound. A large pulse of frothy white cum spills out of you.

Izuku groans deeply. "Lord have mercy. I'm keeping this one for sure."