Gali

New chapter Jonerys AU

Kitten:

My ♥️

Sharing crepes, starlit beach walks, missing each other even when they’re together. Ochako and Izuku shared an eventful day, now they’ll share an eventful night.

They… they should wait. They really should.

“Come here,” he murmurs, and she’s already climbing into his lap, dress hiking as his hands naturally land on her thighs and travel up. The seatbelt buckle digs into her knee. She doesn’t care. He latches onto her again and any discomfort fades with the feeling of his lips. The pendant of Vega slides around with every breath, every fumble, every bump of the road, and she gasps when he drags his tongue beneath the chain and nibbles at her shoulder.

This is dangerous. Really dangerous. The driver is barely a few feet away, and sure, he can’t see them right now, but he can definitely hear something going on back here. It’s impossible to control her breathing, and Izuku isn’t faring much better. They’re being too loud. They’re being reckless. This isn’t smart at all.

The car rocks and her head nearly taps the ceiling. Calm down. Get off him. In one motion, she swings back over and lands in the seat next to him, her legs still in his lap, their bodies still mostly entwined. The least they can do is try and slow things down until they make it back. That way, they won’t have to worry about traumatizing this kind man.

Easier said than done, of course. Izuku’s just so incredibly enticing. They can still kiss, right? Simple, wholesome kissing. That’s all it’ll be.

“You c'mere.” She mimics his tone with an admittedly wicked grin, and starts to tug on his collar. Izuku doesn’t fight it at all. One moment, she’s attempting to keep things fairly tame. Softer kisses. Lips only. Gentle love. The next, his hand is cupping under her knees, and he’s leaning down on top of her with a feral look in his eyes. Her dress rides way too far up, and that particular worry stops mattering the second she truly tastes him again. More. More. His tongue is past her teeth before she can remind herself of their goal.

Fuck it. Her hands grab for him, locking into the back of his hair and pulling him as close as he can possibly get in this awkward position. Izuku’s palm travels up her leg until it meets her waist, he doesn’t even stutter as he grips over the band of her underwear and she makes an impossibly small noise at the contact. They shift, Ochako slides further up across the seat and—crunch

Flower petals resting on the carseat. The bouquet jabs the top of her head, also knocking into the flowers resting in her headband. Crap.

Through heavy kisses, she manages, “Izuku, we’re crushing the bouquet…”

“…I’ll make you another…” he breathes, not stopping, and for some reason that only makes her need for him more immediate. She angles them away from the flowers as best as she can, but doesn’t bother trying to slow things down. They’ll be quiet. They’ll make it back without the driver realizing. He’ll make her another bouquet. There’s just no way she can stop kissing him right now.

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Kit’s months of loneliness are soon coming to an end; baby Emilia is finally coming to New York to see him at last ♡⃞⃛ ♥️