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when he finally slips into bed with you after he’s done his nightly routine, he pulls you against his body. you cuddle into him, and his heart badumps in his chest. you’re still asleep, and he can’t help but stare at you. his hand finds your cheek, stroking it lovingly. it slips down to your arm. your skin is soft, and a little glowy in the moonlight filtering through the blinds. you smell good, too.

he’s looking over your face, following the line of your nose, the curve of your lips. you’re pretty. unintentionally, his gaze slips lower, again. trails over your neck, over your collarbones, and lands on your tits. the neckline of the slip you’re wearing dips low, and he’s close enough to you he can see down your gown. his hand slides from your arm down to your waist, and he tugs his eyes away from your cleavage to follow it. he thumbs you through the thin fabric, feeling the way your body gives as his fingers dig into your skin.

his hand slips lower. he gropes roughly at your hips, and his eyes fall on your bare legs. he stares for a long moment at your thighs. you’re so pretty in your sleep, all soft and curled up against him. his fingers find the hem of your gown, and it slowly lifts. your panties are still there, just like he remembers them. lacy hems and soft cotton that hugs your body perfectly. he doesn’t know why he felt the need to check.

he’s half-hard in his boxers again, dammit. he’s frustrated now, that he’s still thinking about this, even after his cold shower. you’re asleep, he’d never take advantage of you like that.

you make a soft sound in your sleep, distracting him from his swirling thoughts. you shift, cuddling closer. he swallows roughly. he’s gone very still, staring wide-eyed at your sleeping face. he feels his dick twitch.

a few seconds later, he’s quietly slipping into the bathroom again, hastily tugging his boxers down. the moment the door’s shut, his right hand is wrapped around his cock and he’s whimpering from how good it feels. he’s leaned against the wall, one hand covering his mouth to muffle the sounds he’s making while he feverishly pumps his cock with the other.

he imagines it’s you, that he’s slipping his cock between your thighs and rutting up against your cute panties. fucking your thighs until there’s a wet spot from your slick, and then slipping his hand down the front of your panties and playing with your clit, quiet moans falling from your lips in your sleep. his cock jumps in his hand. would you even wake up from that? you could be a heavy sleeper sometimes, maybe you wouldn’t.

could he put his dick in you without you waking up? panties slipped to the side, cock pushing at your entrance. he’d take it slow, gentle so that he doesn’t hurt you, but you’re so relaxed because you’re sleeping that it doesn’t take much effort for him to slip inside you. and when you do wake up, you’re a little confused but it feels so good and you’ve missed him too, so you don’t really mind.

arousal twinges so strongly in his gut that it’s almost painful. he’s bucking frantically into his fist now, deep in the fantasy. he’s doing his best to keep quiet, to keep from waking you, but it’s not easy. he cums embarrassingly fast, spurting all over his hand. his pumps slow, and he’s left breathing hard, staring at the mess he’s just made. he cards his left hand through his hair, brows furrowed in thought.

a few days later, he brings up somnophilia to you. he’s a little embarrassed explaining how he desperately jerked off to the thought of you in the bathroom, but you’re receptive. you both agree to try it.

the next time he gets the feeling, the circumstances are similar. he’s up late from grading papers, and you’ve already kissed him goodnight and tucked yourself in. he’s feeling tired as he goes through the motions of preparing for bed, excited to cuddle up and pass out with you in his arms.

when he peels back the covers, though, he goes still. you’re turned away from him, dressed in one of his shirts, and the fabric is rucked up around your waist. the shirt is long on you, so you’re not wearing any bottoms, just your panties. these ones are striped, and they’ve got a little bow on the waistband. they’re cute, just like the other pair was. 

his teeth catch his lower lip, and he just stares at you, feeling as his boxers get tighter the longer he looks. he breathes a shaky exhale, and then he’s carefully climbing into bed next to you.

he presses himself against your back, shoving his face into your neck from behind. his large hand slips under your shirt, spanning over your tummy, and he gently presses you back against him. he ruts against your ass slowly, using his hand to keep you in place while he grinds against you.

he quickly tugs off his boxers, and then his hand is sliding down the front of your panties. his fingers find your clit easily, practiced and familiar with your body. he rubs slow circles as he sucks a hickey into your neck, his cock pushing into the soft skin of your thighs with each gentle grind.

you moan softly in your sleep, hips adjusting in his hand. he slips his fingers further down, smiling against your neck when he finds you’re getting wet. he spreads your slick over the rest of your pussy, circling your clit a few more times. he’s so hard right now. he removes his hand and slowly slips your panties down your legs, squeezing your body as his fingers run down.

after they’re off, he’s pressing close to you again, guiding his cock between your thighs. he doesn’t try to press in yet, just slides between your folds. you’re warm and soft and wet, slick coating his cock when he ruts against you. you feel amazing, like you always do. a shudder runs through his body, and he muffles a groan into your shoulder.

he’s being a little less careful now, getting more needy and desperate for you. his hand tugs your shirt up over your chest so he can watch your tits bounce from over your shoulder as he fucks into the space between your thighs. he props himself up on his elbow to watch better.

he’s doing his best to not jostle you too much, but he can’t help but buck into the feeling. “baby, you feel so good,” he mumbles to your sleeping form. his free hand moves to press down on your leg, tightening the space around his cock a little. he’s getting your slick all over your thighs, making such a mess between your legs.

you jerk a little in your sleep, and izuku stills, watching your face. your expression is a little scrunched, but you don’t stir. izuku softly breathes a sigh of relief. he had been getting a little distracted, lost in the pleasure. he does want you to wake up, but first…

he angles his hips upward a little and slips his hand between your legs to help guide his cock into you. you’re wet and relaxed, the head slips in easily. his fingers gently circle your clit while he slowly pushes in. your hips jerk and jolt against him, pleasure clearly flooding your system.

his head falls back as he pushes all the way in, your soft walls wrapping perfectly around him. his mouth falls open on a breathy moan, quiet so that he doesn’t wake you. “shit,” he mumbles to himself, refocusing on you. he gently grips your hip and starts to rock into you. he’s never gonna get over the way you feel during sex, how nicely he fits in your pussy.

he carefully raises your leg up so that your knee rests on his elbow, angling his cock deeper. his hand finds your clit again, meanly teasing it so that you buck and whine. he pumps his cock in and out of you, watching with dark eyes as you writhe in your sleep.

a few seconds later, you stir. you look confused, sleepily blinking your eyes open. but it doesn’t take long for you to realize what’s happening, for you to let out a whiny, moaned, “izuku.”

“hi, baby.” his grin is cheeky, you can hear it in his voice. he presses a kiss to your cheek.

now that you’re awake, he doesn’t feel so bad about being a little rougher with you. he starts fucking you the way he wants to, the way he knows you love. “i’m feeling so good right now,” he says to you, his tone teasing. each thrust into you is accompanied by a wet smack of his hips against yours. you’re gushing on his cock, so slick and hot around him. “you are too, huh? you’re really wet. you’ve made such a mess, hun.” your inner thighs are covered in your slick, and so is the area around the base of his cock.

he hums, looking down at the way your hips are grinding into his hand. “you were so cute when you were sleeping. you kept whining and bucking against me.” his fingers tease around where his cock is pumping into you, spreading the slick up onto your clit again. “always so responsive for me. you can’t help but want more, right? i make you feel that good?”

you’re clutching your pillow for comfort at this point, overwhelmed by the pleasure and arousal from the situation. you’re too busy moaning from each pump of his cock into your heat to respond to him. but he doesn’t seem to mind, “oh, i know, you’re feeling good. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby?” he’s cooing in your ear, but it feels like he’s making fun of you. your moans pitch up into a whine. he grins.

you feel the tempo of his thrusts change. the pistoning of his hips gets more intentional, the drag inside you is slicker. your legs are twitching, now. “c’mon, baby. you feel so good around me when you cum.” his fingers on your clit speed up, and you’re immediately clenching around him, writhing from the sudden stimulation.

he doesn’t let you run away, pressing you back against him so that he can still fuck into you while he bullies your clit. he knows exactly what to do to make you cum, and he ruthlessly takes advantage of it. you’re so dizzy and you’ve lost control of your mouth, whining uncontrollably as he drags an orgasm out of you. you’re spasming on his cock, body shaking, and he groans and pushes deeper.

when you come down, he’s there with you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “good,” he mumbles, and then he’s gently pushing you over onto your stomach. you go easily, limp and relaxed. he rolls over on top of you and grinds his cock into you. “love you, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing a hand soothingly over your shoulder. “i’ll be quick.”

he sits up and leans over you, dragging his cock almost all the way out. then, he’s pushing you down by your hips, and he begins to rail you into the mattress. he groans through gritted teeth, abs tensing in pleasure with each smack of his hips against your ass. he’s chasing his own orgasm, now, after he’s given you yours. he’s rough with it, fucking into you hard and fast and leaving you writhing beneath him.

his head falls back and he moans unabashedly. “fuck, this pussy, baby,” he groans. his thrusts stutter, and a few seconds later you feel his cum spilling into you. he slowly rolls his hips into you, stroking your hips as he looks down at where you’re joined.

his orgasm ends, and you’re both breathing hard. he doesn’t pull out immediately, just presses his chest to your back and cuddles against you. it’s silent for a little while as you both catch your breath.

“that was pretty fun. i think we should do this again,” he says, pressing kisses to your neck.

you groan back. “i’m gonna be so sore later.” he laughs.

you notice it in the set of his jaw when another man pays you a compliment. he smiles wide and agrees, of course, quick to cover, but you saw it, even if only for a second – the flash of annoyance in his eyes, the way his lips settled into a thin line.

you feel it, in his hand on your lower back as he steers you through a crowded room, in the breath on your neck when he pulls you onto his lap. you're his.

he could never say this to you. especially not now, not when you haven't even been going out for very long. his own avarice disgusts him, and he swallows it down, tucked away to be properly dealt with at another point in time. but it still finds small little ways to shine through, showing up in intimate moments when he doesn't even notice.

the first time you had sex was actually kind of an accident. izuku had wanted it to be special, and you both decided to wait, just a little bit until your emotional connection was more cemented. without needing to be said, it felt clear that diving into a physical relationship right away would only complicate things, and being the go-getters you are, you wanted to do this right.

of course, being well intentioned can only get you so far, and neither of you counted on drinks with friends turning into getting drunk with friends turning into being dragged by said friends into a busy club (strangers to you at the beginning of the evening, now bonded for life). ashido and kaminari scattered the moment you crossed the threshold of the building, and with the rest of izuku's friends coming in behind you, you're not sure where they ended up.

neither of you can really be blamed for what happened next: your back pressed to the cool brick of the building you're being fucked against, hands scratching at the broad expanse of izuku's shoulders as he pulls you down until your hips meet in the middle again and again. it's unclear when exactly you made it out here – all you really remembered was messy kissing and grinding on the dance floor... and then you were being carried outside and into a dark alley... if you think about it, you'd definitely whispered something in his ear about needing him desperately, then and there, and izuku is a kind man, a generous man, so of course he delivered on your request.

his tone was laced with disbelief when he finally pushed inside, eyes nearly rolling back in his head when he was met with absolutely no resistance.

"this for me?" he muttered, fingers trembling as he cupped your jaw gingerly, like he couldn't believe you were actually real. you were all gasps and whines when he buried himself all the way, fingers digging into his shirt like you couldn't decide if you want to push him away or pull him in closer. "f-fuck," you groaned, "you feel so good."

he rutted into your heat involuntarily, breathing shaky and eyes squeezed shut; if he came from this alone he'd never forgive himself.

"i-i know we said–god–that we were gonna w-wait–" he's cut off by his own moan when your cunt clamped down around his cock, walls fluttering around the length of his shaft. he was still demonstrating those excellent manners, in his own way, by trying to bring up your previous agreement.

"too late," you pant, "don't care, can't wait–" the air was stolen from your lungs as he pulled back, then sank back in, deeper than before, giving you exactly what you wanted. "–izuku, oh-oh my god..."

when you snuck back into the club, giggling with hands intertwined, he couldn't help but glance down to the treasure trove between your thighs. in all of your rush and urgency to finally feel each other, he hadn't taken the time he wanted to. his eyes narrowed when he realized he might have had you, but it wasn't enough for him, he needed intimacy. he needed details. he needed to memorize every inch of your skin, so thoroughly that he would never forget.

it's later, days later, when he finally gets his wish.

the first time he lays his eyes on your pussy, they go almost completely black. he's completely and utterly taken, a wrecked sounding "ohhhh..." tumbling from his lips. it's like there's a shift in the air – your sweet and darling izuku has been replaced with a completely different persona. he slides his thumb between your folds and inhales sharply when they part around it seamlessly, slick gathering on the digit.

he's never seen anything so pretty before. never felt something so soft an' warm, and he's only barely touched you. lowering his face until it's level with your quivering hole, he murmurs "look at you. so pretty."

it sounds like he's talking to you and it makes you squirm a little, face feeling hot with the way he's staring. your legs try to close on instinct, but he quickly smooths his hands up and down your thighs, coaxing you to keep them open.

he glances up at you for half a second. "no, no, let me look at her, yeah?" when his gaze drops back down again, it's like he can't help it, eyes glueing themselves to the glistening sheen of arousal that lines your lips. "we were just getting acquainted."

"okay..." you murmur, feeling shy and exposed as he brings his hand back again, just tracing the outline of your sex and biting the corner of his lip in what looks like concentration. it's like he can't even really hear you, too enraptured by the way you pussy reacts to even the subtlest of his touches.

he's slow with it, takes his time, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you.

no, izuku is studying, stowing everything he sees in a mental folder to look over in his mind later. he's memorizing you, all of your tells and your sensitivities. for what feels like forever, he just prods at you, not even sliding any fingers inside, just relishing in the feeling of your slicked and messy external anatomy.

you let out a little sigh, starting to feel frustrated and so tense you could snap, all worked up and under stimulated.

"izuku," you start, "are you gonna–" but he holds up a hand, shushing you as he finally, finally slides one finger into your pulsing cunt. his good manners are gone, replaced with this... greedy sort of hunger.

it reminds you of the time with the compliment paid by a stranger, of every time you noticed that possessive gleam in his eyes. only now, the expression is directed at you, like he's admiring his most prized possession.

"just sucking me right in, huh?" he curls the finger and you gasp, even the smallest bit of friction sending shivers arcing all over your skin. but it's not enough, and he seemingly refuses to give you what it is that you really want. maybe he really can't tell that he's not being very considerate, only thinking about himself as he curves his finger all the way around inside of you, tracing it along the full circumference of your hole and getting a feel for every ridge, every soft spot, and cataloguing every tiny reaction.

his hands shake just slightly as he inserts another finger, slowly, and you clench, then relax, making him curse and groan with satisfaction.

“fuck, you're so... i can't..." he sighs. "what does my pretty girl want, hm?”

the two fingers inside of you feel good, really good, but you want him to finally use them, to finally fuck you, or play with your clit, or at least let you grind on them a little.

he’s not paying any attention to you at all.

"i-i want–"

when you speak he glances up, startled, like he’d somehow forgotten you were there.

“sorry, what did you say?”

you feel embarrassed enough as it is, never having felt so… inspected before, so it’s hard to pipe up, your throat going dry. "you just… asked what i want… i hadn’t really–"

he interrupts you again with a bashful smile on his face. "ah, sorry, i wasn’t talking to you…"

"what... what do you mean?"

instead of answering, he curls the fingers inside of you, grazing the spot he recently discovered makes you keen.

"there we go..." he mumbles, then tilts his head. "now, what if i..." and he removes the fingers from your cunt, which flutters at the loss, slick arousal pooling at the base of your slit. you can't help the way your hips buck, seeking more contact, more friction; can't help the whine that escapes your throat.

"mmmm," he hums, "didn't like that at all."

"izuku," you groan.

"yeah?"

"what are you doing?"

he looks back at you with genuine confusion. "i told you, i'm getting acquainted." smirks, then adds, "you're not a very good listener."

"but–"

a hand is rubbed soothingly along your knee, almost absentmindedly. "just give me one second, sweetheart, and then i'm all yours. okay? can you do that?" his eyes are huge as he looks at your face with an expression of admiration and expectancy. you nod, and he beams at you, coming up from his perch between your legs for just a second to kiss you nice and slow. it makes your head all fuzzy and you're more agreeable when he slinks back down to position his face right above your glistening cunt.

two fingers come between your folds, and he spreads them apart slowly, making a v-shape. they make a creamy sound. "you're so wet," he breathes, leaning so close his nose practically brushes against your clit and taking a deep breath in. "fuck."

he replaces the two fingers with both of his hands, keeping you spread wide, gaping hole exposed to the cool air of the room. and then he spits, right above center, right on the spot where your second heartbeat races. it's lewd, and messy and so, so hot. makes your toes curl and your back arch just a tiny bit.

his thumb presses right into the glob that now trickles down, gathering it back and circling your clit. the movement glides, slicked skin offering no resistance, and izuku's lips fall open in fascination. you're about to resort to begging, really begging for him to please give you some attention now, not just your pussy, but he's already one step ahead of you. without fanfare, he finally lets his tongue sweep through, dipping barely into the center where the heat is strongest before replacing his thumb on your clit. it's exactly what you need and you sigh.

now you see why he spent all that time observing. he finds each of your sensitive spots with efficiency, sucking and nipping at the places that have you covering your eyes with one arm and moaning from the bottom of your chest. he slides one arm around one of your thighs, gripping it like a pillow, and the other stays right where it is, keeping you spread nice and wide and giving him the best access possible.

when his tongue dips inside of you, it feels like you really might explode. with his nose brushing against your clit and tongue fucking in and out like it's his fingers, you're starting to lose feeling in your fingers and toes. every nerve on your skin is alight, flames dancing down your muscles and surrounding you in a glow that is both too hot and just right.

his pace is flexible, slowing down when you're overwhelmed and speeding up when you rut against him. you're too blissfully distracted to notice the way he's grinding his own erection against the mattress, seeking a little of his own relief.

if you had noticed, it would have been another reminder that he's getting just as much out of this as you are. he would argue more, although you beg to differ.

"izuku, izuku," you warn, legs tensing from hip to toe, gut twisting with familiarity. "i-i'm gonna–fuck, izuku–" he eats with renewed vigor, pressing his nose to your clit, cheeks all messy; swears your pussy is the best thing he's ever tasted, murmuring the praise into the creamy heat he's currently buried in.

his good manners, all gone. here he is with slick all over his face, talking with his mouth full.

"–i'mgoingtocum, please–pleaseplease..." not even making much sense, words babbling out as you hurtle towards what promises to be a spectacular release.

he moves like he's going to pull away, to speak, and you cry out, hand flying to his hair to hold him there and hips grinding down, chasing the high he's been building. "no no, nonono izuku please–" you're really begging for it now, so close it has you grinding your teeth as your vision blurs.

as he chuckles against your sex, the sound rumbles through you, vibrations sending a fresh wave of fire rolling down your sides. the fingers keeping you spread dip into your heat and curl, and with the consistent attention he gives your clit, you're pushed and pulled right over the edge of the cliff and into his waiting arms.

your orgasm ripples through your body, starting in your core and radiating out in waves. your gasps are choked, almost strangled, as you arch off the bed and press your cunt into his face, aftershocks still sending tremors through all of your limbs. he holds it, keeps the pressure for just long enough, pulling away only when you start to keen from overstimulation.

he tenderly kisses up your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into the fat of your hips as he helps you back down from your peak.

"thank you, baby," he murmurs, making his way up your body until you're flush. "sweetest... best thing i've ever tasted. prettiest thing i've ever seen."

you blink up at him with big doe eyes, taking a second to focus on his face. when you do, you find that your sweet izuku has returned to you, thumbs caressing your cheeks as he coos at you.

"can i–" you start, mouth taking a second to catch up to your brain. everything still feels a little numb, although feeling is beginning to return to your extremities. you try again. "kiss?"

he doesn't reply, just cups your cheeks, leans down and gently presses his lips to yours. giving you what you want without a second thought. just what you'd expect from him.

how polite.

٠࣪⭑ a/n: had so many plans for this when it was sent in and then wrote like 80% of those plans and then abandoned them for no reason whatsoever. was gonna post it in reply to the original ask but it feels slightly out of context at this point so below is the context to this fic. sent in by my beautiful wife @tteokdoroki as always, reblogs and comments are most appreciated! taglist :3 @shotorizawa @hachikinss @yandereei @veryveryhigh @lonelyfooryouonly (to join you must be over 18, age in bio and following me!)

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And just like that, it was gone—his expression was back to normal, like he’d flipped an invisible switch inside himself.

“Let’s just focus on our study session,” he continued, tone even, ignoring your question entirely.

You scoffed quietly.

“Okay, but after the session?” you smirked, sliding your hand out of his grip only to let it trail up and wrap around his bicep. You squeezed lightly, testing. “Oh. Nice muscles. You go to the gym?”

“Not really,” he replied with a small sigh, sounding more tired than flustered.

“Then it must be from all those heavy books you always carry around,” you teased, leaning closer, closer, until your breasts brushed against his arm.

You felt it when he shifted in his seat. Subtle, but unmistakable. He adjusted his glasses with two fingers, jaw tightening just a fraction, still refusing to look at you.

“Well?” you tilted your head, finally forcing his gaze to meet yours.

God, he looked cute like this.

You’d always thought so—ever since you first noticed him around campus. Always surrounded by friends, always half a step behind a professor, listening intently, notebook already filled with meticulous handwriting. The typical straight-A student and teacher’s pet. Kinda nerdy. A bit weird.

Probably still a virgin, not because he couldn’t pull. With those dark green curls, soft eyes, and freckles dusting his cheeks, he could charm people effortlessly if he wanted to. Hell, he could be dressed like a sixty-year-old librarian and still turn heads.

He just… never noticed. Or didn’t care.

“Still a no?” you pushed when he didn’t answer. You shrugged casually, leaning back and sitting up straight, as if his rejection hadn’t even grazed you. “Your loss.”

And then… he fucking scoffed.

You frowned. “Something funny?”

He shook his head slowly, lips quirking as he rested his cheek against his palm.

“There are plenty of people I could choose from,” he said lightly, “if I wanted someone to use me for a good grade.”

The grin he gave you was small, sharp, and knowing.

“I— I wasn’t gonna use you,” you snapped, suddenly offended, eyes dropping to the scattered papers.

“Oh, really?” he asked, dripping with sarcasm.

“Okay, maybe I was gonna make you write my part,” you admitted. “But that’s it.”

“So you just flirt with anyone, then?” he asked, eyes glued on you now, unblinking. Studying you like a problem he was trying to solve.

“I mean… yeah.” Shame crept up your spine at his words.

He made it sound so ugly. So cheap.

“Well,” he said gently, turning back to the materials, “just so you know—I’m into hard-working people.” Then, without looking at you, he added, “But do your best.”

There it was again. That voice.

Soft, kind and... unmistakably mocking.

Was he making fun of you?

***

You weren’t used to being treated like this.

Most of the time, all it took was batting your eyelashes or pouting just enough for people to cave in. They’d offer you the world and beyond without hesitation and you didn’t even have to say please to get what you want. It came naturally, effortlessly. You were used to attention, used to being wanted.

And yet… Izuku wasn’t that kind of person.

The realization hit you harder than you expected. All your confidence shattered the moment it truly sank in that he wasn’t interested in you. Not even a little. Back then, you hadn’t believed him when he said he wanted a strictly professional relationship. You were convinced it was just a front, a flimsy excuse, something he’d abandon once you pushed a little more.

You had genuinely thought that by the end of this week, he’d be wrapped around your finger.

Wrong.

Izuku was nice to you—of course he was. Painfully, annoyingly nice. He always helped without complaint. Explained things again when you didn’t understand, even if it meant repeating himself. Stayed longer than your reserved study time just to make sure you were keeping up. He brought snacks, drinks, even remembered what you liked.

But that was it. Nothing more.

No lingering glances where there shouldn’t be. No personal questions meant to stretch the time. No deep conversations that drifted away from the project. He always kept things light, polite, and contained. And your flirting? It didn’t work. At all.

He wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t flustered. He wasn’t over the moon that a pretty girl was paying him attention. Sometimes, more often lately, he seemed outright annoyed by your behavior, especially since your flirty comments hadn’t fully stopped like he’d asked weeks ago.

“Oh, but it’s so hard, Izuku…” you whined, pouting deliberately as you leaned over the desk, your bare knee brushing against his in the process.

It was late again. The room was quiet, dimly lit, and despite all the hours you’d spent together, not even half of the project was done, mostly because you barely focused whenever he explained what you actually needed to do.

“It’s hard because you don’t listen to me,” he replied calmly, sliding the paper directly in front of you.

The way he said it, matter-of-fact, not unkind, made you smirk amused.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye, quietly minding his business as if a girl like you wasn’t even remotely distracting. His posture was relaxed, shoulders slightly hunched as he focused, eyes scanning the text with practiced ease.

All his attention was on those damn papers. When you were there.

“You know…” you muttered, irritation creeping in, “you should be grateful. Lots of guys would kill to be you right now.”

“I’m sure they would,” Izuku nodded, eyes still skimming over the material as he searched for the part you didn’t understand.

He doesn't even care!

That stung more than you wanted to admit.

“Oh—here it is!” he said suddenly. “Not everyone gets this theory that fast. Let me explain it one more time—“

“This is useless,” you groaned, cutting him off and leaning back with an exaggerated sigh.

“Why?” he frowned slightly. “We’re making great progress.”

“You know that’s not true,” you rolled your eyes. “It’d be easier if you just did all the work by yourself.”

He went quiet.

Slowly, deliberately, he set the papers aside and shifted in his seat. When he looked at you again, his head tilted slightly.

“Then you just wasted my time all these weeks?” he asked.

His smile was soft. His tone was gentle. But there was nothing friendly behind it.

You blinked, taken aback by the directness, by the way his eyes stayed on you— sharp and observant.

“You could say that,” you shrugged, forcing casualness as you checked your manicure. “And you’re gonna waste more time with me, because none of these subjects make any sense.”

He stayed silent, so you used the opportunity and pushed him even more.

“Oh, Izuku,” you added lightly, “why didn’t you accept my flirting back then? We could’ve finished this sooner.”

He was now staring at you blankly. Not annoyed. Not confused. Just blank, something you've never seen before.

For a moment, he almost looked displeased, less with the situation, and more with you.

Then, right when you were about to tease him again— he laughed. It was quiet, breathy, unexpected.

“Oh,” he said, shaking his head. “Silly me. Why didn’t I do that?”

Your frowned deeply.

“Is the offer still up?” he continued pleasantly. “We can do it right now.”

“What—what?” Your eyes widened. “Now? Here?”

You glanced around the study room, suddenly aware that you were completely alone.

“I don’t think it’d be very comfortable here,” he said thoughtfully, glancing at the table. “It’s pretty stiff. We could go to my dorm instead. It’d be better for you.”

He stood abruptly, gathering his things with efficiency, while you just stared at him; stunned, heart pounding.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asked with a faint smile. “The sooner we do it, the better, right?”

You blinked. Once. Twice.

Then,

“Are you fucking with me?”

“Why would I do that?” he asked, tilting his head, expression genuinely curious. “You said it yourself. Guys would kill to be me.”

You didn’t buy it for a second. He was clearly mocking you. But still—you took the bait.

How far would he even go?

“That’s so true,” you forced a smile, even though your nerves were shot. “I’m glad you finally realized it.”

“Your dorm, you said?” you asked, stepping closer, looping your arms around his neck.

He smiled back.

And for the first time since this started, you weren’t sure who was really in control anymore.

***

Accepting this might not have been the best idea.

The thought crept in uninvited, curling in your chest no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. For some reason, you felt really anxious. There was an unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling that made your stomach twist. You knew this was just a hook up. One you had wanted for so long, one you had practically asked for. And yet… everything had happened too fast. Too suddenly.

He’d changed his mind in a second.

And honestly, you were starting to think Izuku wasn’t the virgin you had assumed he’d be. Otherwise, why would he be leading you towards his dorm with such certainty? Such purpose? You expected him to drop the act halfway there, to laugh it off and admit he was joking… but he didn’t. If anything, he seemed set on it. Focused. Determined.

And that scared you more than you liked to admit.

The walk to his dorm was quiet. Annoyingly so. No teasing remarks slipped past your lips, no playful comments or snarky jokes to fill the silence. You didn’t even look at him, even though you could feel his gaze on you, lingering in a way it never had before.

That alone made your pulse jump.

By the time the building came into view, the unease had settled deep in your chest. You almost stopped walking. Almost turned around and said you’d changed your mind. But you couldn’t, not after how loud you’d been about wanting him, not after all the confidence you’d put on display.

Backing out now would make you look foolish.

When you reached the entrance, Izuku stepped ahead of you without a word, leaning forward to open the door and gesturing for you to go first. The small courtesy felt strangely intimate. As you passed him, you felt his large hand rest against the small of your back. It was warm and steady, guiding you forward with silent intent.

Your breath hitched.

“You’re tense,” he murmured close to your ear, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver straight down your spine.

“Shut up,” you muttered, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

His expression was the same as always: calm, composed, almost gentle. He didn’t look rushed. He didn’t look nervous. He looked entirely in control.

And that gave you the creeps.

“If you want to back out…” he started as the elevator doors slid open.

“Please,” you cut him off, rolling your eyes as you stepped inside without waiting for him. “This is what I wanted from the start.”

He didn’t argue and stepped inside, pushing the 4th button.

“Room 109,” Izuku said once the doors opened again.

You stepped out immediately, already walking before he finished the sentence. Your posture was stiff, your movements clipped, your heart racing for reasons you couldn’t quite place. When he caught up to you, his presence felt heavier than it had ever been before.

You stopped in front of the door and crossed your arms.

“Just to make sure,” you said, trying to sound casual, “you know what you’re doing, right?”

Izuku’s hand paused on the doorknob.

For half a second, you thought you’d finally unsettled him, thought you’d hit a nerve, cracked that unnervingly calm exterior he’d been wearing all evening. Then he exhaled softly, almost amused, and looked at you over his shoulder.

“Yes,” he said simply.

Not rushed. Not defensive. Certain.

The door clicked open, and he stepped aside to let you in first, one hand gesturing politely towards the room like he was inviting you into a library rather than his dorm.

“After you.”

His room was neat, painfully so. Books lined the shelves in careful order, papers stacked instead of scattered, bed made with military precision. It smelled faintly of clean laundry and something warm. It felt… like him.

You lingered near the doorway, suddenly aware of how small the space was, how little room there was to retreat if things went wrong.

Izuku closed the door behind you, not locking it and leaned back against it, arms crossing loosely over his chest.

“Before you ask,” he added mildly, “No, I didn’t change my mind because you finally wore me down.”

You blinked surprised. “I didn’t say—”

“I know,” he cut in gently, but there was an edge there now, thin and deliberate. “You were thinking it, though.”

He pushed off the door and took a few steps towards you, stopping at a respectful distance. Close enough that you could see the faint freckles across his nose, the steady focus in his eyes.

“You wanted this,” he continued calmly. “Or at least, you wanted something like it. Attention. Control. The reassurance that you could have me if you tried hard enough.”

Your mouth opened, then closed.

“And I let you think that,” he admitted, not cruelly, just honestly. “Because I was curious.”

“About what?” you asked, forcing the words out.

“How long it would take before you realized you weren’t actually in charge here,” he replied, lips tilting into a soft, almost apologetic smile.

That shouldn’t have sounded kind. And yet, it did.

You crossed your arms again, defensive. “So what, this is some lesson? You bringing me here just to prove a point?”

“No,” he said, immediately. “If it were, I wouldn’t have brought you at all.”

“Then?” You pushed. “Are you angry?”

“I’m not angry,” Izuku said. “I was annoyed a little. But mostly I was disappointed.”

That stung more than anger ever could.

“You’re smart,” he went on, voice softer now. “You just don’t try. And you hide behind flirting because it’s easier than risking failure.”

You scoffed, but it came out weaker than you intended. “You psychoanalyzing me now?”

He shrugged lightly. “You invited me to.”

Then, quieter…

“And before you spiral…”

He stepped closer this time, close enough your chests were touching.

“The question isn’t whether I know what I’m doing.”

He leaned in just slightly as his eyes met yours, unwavering.

“It’s whether you do.”

At that point, you were dangerously close to spiraling.

Your thoughts tangled, heart hammering as you realized how carefully he was watching you—like you were the real project here. Every reaction, every shift of your body, every flicker of doubt. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t guessing. He was analyzing you, stripping you down mentally before ever touching you, forcing you to confront what you actually wanted.

“Hey,” you muttered, fingers curling into the knit of his vest, feeling yourself getting annoyed. You tugged him closer, frustrated, needy. “Lock that damn door… and shut up.”

Izuku scoffed softly, shaking his head like he found you amusing rather than offended, but he didn’t argue. He leaned back just enough to turn and click the lock into place. The sound echoed in the room, loud and final.

Then his hand rose to his face, slipping his glasses off with care.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned down, effortlessly taking your weight against his shoulder. You yelped as your feet barely brushed the floor, instinctively grabbing onto him. He started walking, calm and unhurried, placing his glasses neatly on the desk before turning towards the bed.

He lowered you onto the mattress and followed immediately, climbing over you and settling his weight between your legs.

Your gaze betrayed you instantly, dropping to his crotch, where the unmistakable outline of his cock was pressed hard against the fabric of his slacks. Heat pooled low in your stomach as a slow smile tugged at your lips. You raised your knee, brushing it deliberately against him.

“You seem to need help,” you teased.

Izuku shook his head, breath puffing out in quiet amusement.

“You’re so thoughtful,” he replied, voice warm but edged with something knowing, as he spread your legs wider.

He was heavier than you expected, solid, grounding, and you suddenly became very aware that there was a well-built body hidden beneath those layers of clothing. Muscle where you hadn’t anticipated it. Strength he never bothered to show.

In one smooth motion, he caught your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head. Not rough. Just firm enough to make it clear he meant it.

“You’re getting what you want,” he asked, voice still sweet, still calm. “Isn’t that enough?”

The gentleness of his tone only made it worse.

“I usually get it how I want it,” you frowned, trying to grind against him, desperate for friction.

You felt him tense instantly.

The veins along his neck stood out as your movement dragged against him, his jaw tightening as his grip on your wrists became firmer. He stopped you easily, completely, his glare sharp enough to make your breath catch.

You rolled your eyes, frustrated by just how much restraint he had.

“Whatever, fine—”

He cut you off by crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss was slow, intense. There was also a possessiveness you never thought you’d feel from him. His mouth moved against yours with maddening control, tongue heavy and hot as it slid against yours. He took his time with you—kissing you, tasting you, biting softly, swallowing every whimper, every breath, every muffled moan you made like he had all the time in the world.

The kiss felt endless and you started to feel dizzy from just his mouth on you. Your jaw ached from the movement and your lungs burned for air. But still, you didn’t want him to stop.

You’d never been kissed like this before. Nobody took their time with you like Izuku did. It seemed he was unmaking you piece by piece, like he wanted to know exactly how long to keep you there before pulling back.

The only sounds filling the room were your ragged breaths and the obscene, wet sounds of your mouths moving together.

You didn’t know for how long he was kissing you, but when he finally pulled away, you gasped loudly, chest rising and falling erratically in search for air. Your lips felt swollen and sensitive.

You barely had time to recover before his mouth dropped to your neck.

He buried his face into the crook of it, licking, sucking, lingering over one spot before biting down just enough to make you gasp. You felt him smile against your skin every time you whimpered too loudly or shifted beneath him, desperate for more friction.

His bulge pressed heavy against your thigh, hard and insistent, and you needed him now. The fact that he seemed almost unaffected by his own discomfort, even though he clearly wanted you too, only made it worse. It had to hurt, being this hard and still holding back.

“Are you a masochist or something?” you breathed out.

His hand slid up to your chest, cupping your breast through the fabric. His fingers toyed with your nipple, rubbing, flicking, slapping it lightly. It sent heat shooting straight through you, making you squirm helplessly beneath his weight.

Izuku hummed thoughtfully at your question, lips still warm against your skin.

“Mm,” he murmured, lifting his head just enough to look down at you, eyes dark but calm. “No. I’m just patient.”

His hand didn’t leave your chest, but it didn’t rush either. Instead, his fingers traced lazy paths over the fabric, like he was mapping you out rather than trying to get anywhere. Every touch felt like he was testing how little it took to make you react.

You shifted beneath him and he noticed immediately.

“See?” he said softly. “That’s the problem.”

You frowned. “What problem?”

“You,” he replied without hesitation. A small, teasing smile curved his lips. “You don’t like waiting.”

His thumb brushed your nipple again, starting to massage it harshly, seeing it harden through the material. He watched your reaction closely, eyes flicking to your face as your breath hitched, and another moan left your mouth.

“You waited weeks to get me alone,” he continued calmly. “You waited through every study session. Every time I said no.”

Another pause.

“And now you can’t wait a few more minutes?”

You scoffed, trying to sound unimpressed. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I am,” he agreed easily. “You should’ve figured that out by now.”

He leaned down again, but instead of kissing your mouth, his lips ghosted just beside it, close enough to feel, not close enough to satisfy.

“You tease because you like control,” Izuku said quietly. “But you’re terrible at keeping it when someone doesn’t give you what you want right away.”

“You think you know me so well,” you tried sounding confident, trying to hide how he read you like an open book.

“I know you,” he smiled as his hand slid from your chest to your waist, fingers pressing just enough to keep you still when you instinctively tried to move again.

“Ah,” he warned gently. “Stay.”

Your pulse jumped at the single word.

“You don’t get to rush this,” he continued, tone still kind, still even. “Not after how long you made a game out of it.”

He finally kissed you again, his tongue pushing past your swollen lips, making you whimper at the contact. It started slow, like the first one, but then it grew more heated and messy. You tried to keep up with his erratic rhythm, lips moving faster, teeth clashing, spit smearing over your mouth and down your chin. You moaned at each rough movement against you, whimpering when he bit too hard, wanting to feel him more.

Your chest heaved when he pulled back slightly, eyes scanning your flushed face with that intense, unreadable gaze.

“You like it more when I kiss you like this,” he muttered, brows furrowed as if he were figuring out the exact way you like it.

“Y-yes,” you nodded quickly, trying to avoid his piercing stare. “Please…”

“Okay,” he paused, then smiled down at you.

“See how considerate I am? I care for your needs,” he reminded you, hand inching down your body until it brushed the hem of your shirt.

“Then touch me already,” you whined, grinding against him.

“Hey, now—don’t get too greedy. I already do what I can. Aren’t you going to be thankful?” His tone sharpened, a hint of displeasure in his calm voice.

“But Izuku—”

“Be good,” he cut you off firmly. “You’ve already proven you can wait.”

His thumb brushed your side once more, slow, testing, before he leaned back just enough to look at you properly, freeing your hands from his grip.

“I waited enough,” you frowned, impatient. Seizing the moment, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him down onto you.

Surprisingly, he let you. One hand immediately went to his belt, unbuckling it, while the other tangled in his hair, dragging him in for a heated kiss—but he didn’t kiss back. Not even a peck.

You frowned, looking up at him, seeing that familiar, calm, unreadable expression—the same one from the study room.

“Are you done?” he asked calmly.

“Of course not. I’ll die if you don’t touch me,” you muttered, pushing him lightly as your palm wrapped around his hardened dick.

“Don’t be mean to me, Izuku,” you pouted, squeezing him slightly.

He couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Mean? I’ve been nothing but nice,” he corrected, low and warning. “Yet you don’t appreciate my kindness. I wanted to take my time with you, make you feel good, make it hurt so that when you finally have it, it feels like heaven.” His hands tangled in his curls, almost frustrated at your impatience.

“Izuku—”

“But you don’t deserve my kindness,” his gaze pierced yours as his hands gripped your waist. “You want it now? Fine.”

In an instant, his hands were on you, as he flipped you over, your face squished against the mattress. Your hips rose instinctively, ass arching, as he tugged down your skirt, the sound of your black tights ripping filling the room.

“Hey! I loved these—“ you began, but stopped when a sharp slap landed on your ass.

He spanked you.

“You really love to complain about everything,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. Then, with precise and controlled hands, he moved your panties to the side. A wet patch had already been formed on the fabric.

His fingers brushed over you, teasing, making you shudder. Your hands gripped the sheets as heat shot through you at the touch.

“Izuku, please—“

Another firm spank drew a sharp cry from you.

“I know what I have to do,” he said, voice deep and serious. You swallowed, frozen under his weight, caught between frustration and desire.

A sharp movement from him made your back arch instinctively, thighs trembling under his weight. You gripped the sheets, trying desperately to stifle the noises threatening to escape.

His fingers moved with precision, sliding into you easily, slick and warm, a reward for the weeks of teasing and tension that led to this moment.

His rhythm was measured, giving just enough while refusing to let you have it all. The silence was almost unbearable, his piercing gaze burning into your back, yet despite the frustration, you felt triumphant. Even if it had taken him forever to give in, he couldn’t fight you. Or so it seemed.

Too scared to speak, you pressed your hips back, eager to meet his fingers faster. A hum of approval rumbled from him, making your stomach clench with anticipation.

And then, suddenly, his pace shifted—fingers sliding deeper, harder, curling expertly, making your walls clench and squeeze him in response.

Your whole body shook under him, muscles taut, breaths hitching, until a sharp cry of pleasure tore from your lips when his fingers hit that perfect, spongy spot deep inside you.

He didn’t stop, he kept driving into you, not giving you a single second of relief. Tears streamed down your cheeks, pooling on the mattress, your body trembling uncontrollably under his control.

“Is that what you wanted?” he murmured behind you, voice calm, unhurried, even as you felt the knot forming in your stomach. He knew exactly how close you were—and didn’t slow down.

“Hey,” he said, tugging lightly at your hair to tilt your head back towards him. “I asked you something.”

Your face burned, lips parted, eyes half-closed, barely able to form words. The pain in your scalp and the overstimulation of your body left you almost helpless, and he leaned back just enough to let you take it in—his calm, controlled gaze meeting your dazed, desperate one.

“That’s not very nice,” he said softly, shaking his head like a disappointed teacher, letting your head fall lightly back onto the mattress.

“I’m… sorry,” you mumbled, muffled, body quivering as another shiver of pleasure ran through you.

“For what? You’ve got plenty to be sorry for,” he murmured, pushing just enough to tip you over, sending your body limping with overstimulation, chest heaving, eyes rolling back as your orgasm tore through you.

Instead of a proper reply, you moaned his name loudly, mouth opening wide as your closed your eyes due to pleasure, trying to calm down your ragged breathing.

“Are you sorry for wasting my time?” he pushed, despite your weak state.

He leaned just slightly, brushing away the strands of hair clinging to your damp forehead, waiting for a reply.

“Y-yes,” you barely whimpered, still recovering from your orgasm. Your body nearly jolted when you suddenly felt something hard pressing into your sensitive core.

“Are you sorry for annoying me with all your cheap flirting?” He started grinding his hips into you in a slow, excruciating manner, completely soaking the front of his pants with your juices.

“Mhm!” you cried again, ragged, helpless, hands weakly trying to stop him.

“Are you also sorry for acting like a total brat?” he asked again, as he finally freed his cock from his boxers and caught one of your hands.

He wrapped it around his cock and let you feel him fully, grinding against your palm, warm and wet, showing you how much control he had over every sensation.

“Yes!” you gasped, too drained to even move properly, letting him do whatever he wanted.

“I might forgive you,” he said, voice low and rough, eyes glinting with hunger, fascinated by your teary, flushed face.

After a few more pumps of your hand, you felt him let go. His hands soon found your hips, flipping you over to face him. His dark green curls were a mess, strands sticking to his flushed, freckled cheeks, and his eyes—dark, intense, and full of hunger—locked on you.

“Get on top,” he ordered, urgency in his voice as he helped you to your feet, dragging your limp body with him.

“But I’m… tired,” you murmured, weak, eyes barely open.

“Oh, you’re tired?” He cupped your cheek gently, mocking. “But you weren’t tired when you were running your mouth?” You looked away in shame.

“Get these clothes off of you and get on top,” he said again, tone sharp, yet calm and your pussy throbbed painfully at the sound of it.

“Fine,” you breathed, unbuttoning your blouse, pulling it over your head, unclasping your bra, and tossing it aside. You also got rid of your wet underwear, but as you were about to throw it on the floor, he stopped you.

You turned towards him, as you saw him take it and put it in his back pocket. Heat pooled low in your belly at his gesture. You quickly crawled onto his lap, eager than before, hands gripping his shoulders for support.

As you looked down, eyes widened at the sight of him, hard and pressed against you. You didn’t have the time to study him properly, but now that you have—

“Go on,” he encouraged, hands massaging your hips, seeing your stare.

“It’s… too much,” you whispered, cheeks heating.

“You’re scared now?” he asked gentle, yet mocking, slowly raising your hips with his hands.

“No,” you shook your head, heart racing, heat spread through you.

“Then do it already,” he said, and you nodded, ready to finally give in to the moment.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, mouth parting as you felt the full length of him pressing against you inch by inch. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your body shivered at the stretch. Every small shift of your hips against him made him hum low and approving beneath you, a sound that sent shivers down your spine.

He tilted his head slightly, dark green eyes glittering with amusement as you struggled to take him fully.

When you finally sank down all the way, you didn’t make a move until you adjusted to the size. You took in deep breaths as you tried to shift above him, grinding slowly, testing, until you grew needier.

As you tried to change the pace, his hands quickly held you perfectly in place, forcing you to ride him exactly how he wanted, still not giving you the full control.

The friction built unbearably, slick warmth coating both of you, and your body writhed instinctively, aching for more. The tiny sounds he made drove you insane, wanting to hear him properly, as you’ve already been a moaning mess.

Your chest heaved, body trembling, every muscle taut as he moved you like he wanted, never letting you reach the edge too soon. Every small movement of his hips made your walls clench helplessly, your pussy dripping all over his lap, drenching him completely.

“Faster,” you whimpered, clinging onto him. “Please!”

“I’m too tired,” he mocked your previous words.

“I will do the work!” You offered, desperate.

“Oh? You finally wanna do some work?” he asks surprised. “Okay,” he complied, hands leaving your side.

That’s all it took you before you pressed yourself harder into him, increasing the pace like you’ve first wanted, hips moving with all the energy you had. His hands stayed lazily behind him, but a soft hum slipped from his lips as you rocked against him as fast and deep as you could.

“Mm…” he murmured, barely audible, and your stomach twisted. That sound made your movements falter for a second, only to pick up again, desperate to earn more from him.

“Ah… shit,” he whispered, voice rough and low, as one hand twitched involuntarily behind him, pressing lightly into the bed. It was just enough to let you know he felt it, but he didn’t move his body—forcing you to do all the work like you promised.

At this point you didn’t even care about your orgasm, you just needed him to feel good. Every movement, every shaky grind, every quiver came from you alone—and his soft, teasing reactions made you work harder, needing everything that escaped him.

Your walls were clenching around his girth and he let out a sharp, ragged moan left as he tensed beneath you, hips twitching ever so slightly. You whimpered, shivering, pressing yourself harder, desperate to make him respond more, to feel him finally give in.

Your chest rose up and down, back arching, thighs quivering uncontrollably, every nerve in your body screaming for release. Your eyes grew tired, your legs were aching like hell, yet you didn’t stop until you felt him twitch inside you.

He groaned again, low and deep, voice rough, hips moving upwards once more before his head fell back against the headboard. His lips were parted, eyes full of something unreadable as his body shuddered.

He came hard, filling you with hot, powerful spurts that made your moans pierce the room. The overwhelming heat and pressure stole your breath. A loud scream tore from your throat as your eyes rolled back and your body tiped over the edge.

His hot breath hit the top of your head, lazy eyes looking down at your weak form. Your desperation to clung to him made him smile gently.

Your chest was heaving, still trembling from the intensity of your second orgasm. Your hair was plastered to your flushed cheeks, and your body ached in all places.

His hands finally move to wrap around your frame, offering you more of his warmth, as his lips brush against your ear.

Then, he whispers,

You know, it's nice to try to live out your life before you die while the world wouldn't last when you're surrounded by kaijus so what better way to have your first one night stand with a random hot guy at a bar before getting enlisted to the division force right? It doesn't mean anything since we'll never see each other again now that I'm enlisting my life away, so what's wrong with that?

You know what else?

I never knew the guy that I had met at the bar last night.

The guy that I had a one night stand with

WAS THE VICE CAPTAIN OF A HIGH RANKING OFFICIAL IN THE THIRD DIVISION FORCE!!!

As soon as I saw him introduce himself, I started to panic on the inside, thinking, "What the hell did I get myself into?!" Memories started flooding in my mind from that night.

I went out to have some drinks with some friends that night at the bar. While I was waiting for them to come back to bring more drinks, I noticed him far across from our table, and oh my god, was he that attractive. He was wearing a dark blue dress shirt, some black dress pants and his hair was parted to the side.

My friends came back and saw who I was looking at and were getting excited.

“Ooh Y/n! That guy is definitely eyeing on you!”, says one of the girls.

He was heading over here and when he stopped by me, he asked my friends if he could steal me away and next thing you know, my naked body is pinned by him on his bed, clothes being discarded all over his place.

“Call me Soshiro darlin”, he says as he positions himself. My breath hitched as my body was captivated by the sound of his voice, the way his hands moved over with such intent.

“Ahh Soshiro,” I moaned while my legs were wrapped around his waist.

“Gosh you're taking me so well darlin ”, he starts to rock into you slowly and deep while giving you neck kisses. My mind was clouded by the pleasure he's giving me.

“Fuck I'm gonna make you all mine tonight,” he starts to pick up the pace to the point I'm screaming his name throughout the entire night.

After waking up and seeing that Soshiro wasn't in bed and nowhere to be seen, I got dressed really quick and left. I'm guessing he just doesn't want anything after this, so I'll do him a favor. Ever since then I never heard anything from him, so now here I am, seeing that this man right here is a kaiju slayer and a respected vice captain of the division force.. I actually had sex with my soon to be vice captain.

I look down at my foot, trying not to look at him, hoping that he won't recognize me at all. (You're so funny y/n OF COURSE HE FUCKING RECOGNIZES YOU)

As soon as he sees you, his scarlett eyes open up a bit wide but then narrowed with a hint of smirk. I look up and see that he's trying to make eye contact with me while talking about the next challenge, hoping that I won't run away.

After that gruesome training challenge, I decided to walk back and head to the showers when I felt a presence was following me. I turn around and see Sosh- I mean Vice Captain Hoshina standing a few feet away from me.

“Y/N L/N”, he says.

“Sir”, I said looking up at him.

“ I never knew we would come across each other again”. He starts to walk a bit closer to me.

“Likewise sir ”, I stare at the ground, embarrassed and proceed to start walking away. “If you'll excuse m-”

“Wait,” Hoshina says as he grabs my wrist.

I turn to look at him, confused as to why he is doing this.

“Vice Captain, what are you-”, I said in panic, trying to let go from his grasp before anyone's around to see.

“It's Soshiro to you ,” he says as he takes me to a dark corner where no one can see us.

“I don't understand why are you doing this”

“Y/n, I've been meaning to talk with you all day but you've been avoiding me”, he cuts the distance between us and gets close to me. I backed away only to be met with a wall so now it's just the two of us in a tiny corner.

“What's there to talk about?”, I said as I looked away from him, not wanting to look him in the eye. “That we spent that night together as complete strangers and now, here we are as you being my superior while I'm being trained as an officer. This is just wrong and we could get in trouble if-”

Suddenly, I feel a touch on my chin, guiding me to look up, only being met with his scarlett eyes. His expression is soft with a smile on his face.

“I know this is awfully wrong and awkward for the both of us but I'm glad we came across each other again. I get a really good chance to know more about you.”

I look at him speechless as if he got me under his spell again. I can't lie, I wanted him so badly again that night but I know that won’t happen since after all, he's my superior now and I'm soon to be a third division officer to him so it's my duty to not let it happen. I'm sure working together soon won't lead to many problems, right?

Then later on as the officer graduation ceremony arrives for the third division force, Captain Mina Ashiro appoints you as an officer so as you're done shaking hands with the Captain and now it's Vice Captain Hoshina turn to shake his hand. As soon as you both shook hands, Soshiro quickly leaned in and whispered, “Meet me at my place tonight.” He slips his keys inside of my sleeves in such a quick matter of time before I proceed to leave the podium in such a blushing mess and go back to my spot with the other officers.

Holy shit, I'm really fucked.

Bonus!

As both of you start to reach your high with him having you pin over his wall, Soshiro says something that leads you to losing your mind and cum all over him.