#woohoo!!

he has so many things he wants to do to you, so many.

but you, shy!reader, are not used to any of it. not that you’re some sort of clueless person—but he’s aware his advances might be too strong. so, he waits a bit—he doesn’t want to come on too strong, too bold. he doesn’t want to scare you away—you’ve only been together for nine months and the most you’ve guys have done is regular intercourse. so he waits. though, internally, he is feral, he waits.

it must be his lucky day. he’s sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, legs crossed. he’s currently watching another one of the shows about heroes, studying with intensity, eyes narrowed.

it makes you so wet. the look from his mussed, messy hair, down to his eyes, narrowed in focus. it almost…reminds you of when he eats you out.

oh—and his biceps! the large shirt he wore didn’t cover his arms—so beefy yet soft, freckles running over his skin as if the sun-spilled over his skin intimately.

you need it. badly.

so when you finally initiate, with your big, doe eyes, looking up at him all needy, he feels himself deflate.

and get a raging boner.

it’s even worse you’re wearing his shirt, and just some simple underwear. it speaks to him, literally.

he lets out a deep groan before immediately placing his hands under your ass cheeks, lifting you up. you squeal, not expecting his tenacity as he carries you to the bed.

he lays you down on the bed, climbing after you. he’s rambling, talking, muttering—you don’t know what the hell he is talking about—the only words you can hear are ‘fuck, i’ve been—‘ or ‘holy shit.’

before you’re able to even ask, one hand slides underneath your shirt, groping your soft tits. he palms and gropes without abandon, sliding his beefy body between your legs. his free hand moved to your hip, pulling you flush against him.

you’re still scrambling to process everything that’s happening, a surprised gasp leaving you. this was not what you were expecting, to be honest, assuming it would be like your usual endeavors. but it isn’t.

…but, you like it. you do—you did want to change up some things—this just caught you off guard.

if anything, your gasp spurs izuku on, rolling his hips into your cunt, moaning from the contact your cunt makes with his cock. he can feel the warmth of your mound and the wetness dampening your panties, leaving a small stain on his sweatpants, along with his own pre-cum.

he groans again, pulling his hand away from your breast, all the way down into your panties. it’s as if in that moment he has a calling.

his hand rests on your mound, slowly rubbing circles into your clit through the thin fabric, earning a whine from you. your head falls back on the pillow, eyes softly closing.

“g-gonna let me touch you, baby? gonna let me treat her right? i’ll make sure she stays fed.” izuku pants.

fed? you look at izuku in slight confusion, eyes opening slightly, breathless from his insistent rubs. “…fed?”