izuku midoriya who is just as kind as you would expect him to be in a relationship.
who loves to do all your mundane tasks with you, from pushing the basket while you grocery shop to driving you around during your day full of appointments that you needed to check off for the next six months. midoriya who cups your face with the roughest palms you’ve ever felt from callouses and scars covering his skin yet follows it with the most gentle of kisses after every date. who makes sure to walk you to your doorstep and waits to hear the lock click before he leaves. who plans around your schedule and clears out his own just to see you, who always greets you with the warmest hug and definitely would win ‘best boyfriend’ award if your friend group voted on it.
izuku who treats you like glass when you have sex for the first time. who makes out with your pussy like he was in love with it too. who watches your every reaction and hangs off your every word to ensure that he’s only making you feel good. who fucks you so deep that he genuinely touches places that no one else has ever reached before. your boyfriend who has always been fine with a little pda, the small pecks and the way you hang off his arm are always rewarded with a big smile.
but, one night at a little friendly gathering, your mind seems to slip after one too many. and your usual cheek kisses move down to his jaw, which turns into you attempting to suck little marks on the skin just below it. and for the first time you hear him speak to you in a stern voice, low enough to where only you can hear it but it feels like his words echo. “you’re pushing it, princess.” and it makes your brain reset everything you thought you knew about the man.
