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ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀ ✧.*

Drunk! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Reader uses she/her

Reader and Izuku are aged up! He’s also a pro hero.

part 2

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Izuku Midoriya. Japan’s top pro hero. Number 1. Was unbelievably drunk. Wasted. A simple punch would bring him down. That’s why you were tasked to make sure that didn’t happen. You and the gang had been out at a bar, to let loose and forget the troubles of being pro heroes. You and Tenya never really had the taste for liquor. He was currently driving their other drunk friends back to their houses. There hadn’t been room for you and Izuku, luckily his house wasn’t far off. A simple 10 minute walk. Normally Izuku wouldn’t have been drinking so much. But Bakugo had egged him on, a drinking competition. Now poor Izuku was feeling the after effects.

You sighed, nearing his house as he wobbled on his feet, even with you supporting him. Izuku looked up at you, face flushed and eyes watery. “T-thank you pretty girl..” he slurred, giggling. “Everything spins..!”

You grimaced, “No problem Izu.”

His cheeks flushed red when she said this, he smiled at her and leaned against her for support, he chuckled a bit after she said this before he spoke up once more, he was having a hard time keeping balance without leaning on her, "You a-are really...hip...Pretty you know?...Pretty eyes...and p-pretty..." He reached a hand towards her face and poked her forehead, then gently pinched her cheek “Soft..."

You flushed. It’s just the liquor talking.. you thought. "Thanks, i guess."

When he had heard her response, a pout formed on his face, he then spoke in a more whiny tone, it was as if he was being a bit bratty. “N-no...not just 'Guess'... You are pretty... You are pretty... P-pretty... Pretty..." He once again pinched her cheek and began tugging at it gently as he repeated the word pretty in a slightly childish tone.

“Izu, you’re intoxicated.” You answer, trying to keep a calm tone.

He pouted again when she responded, he then once again spoke up in a very whiny and childish tone, continuing to pinch her cheek and tug on it a bit more, his eyes still half-lidded and watery. “I am not... I am not..."

He then let go of her cheek and leaned against her once more, letting out another hiccup before speaking up. “I t-thought you'd be happy if I t-told you you a-are pretty..."

You smiled softly as you reached the door. “I am. Promise. Now you gotta get to sleep.”

He continued to pout but his expression softened slightly when she said she was happy, as she said that last part a small yawn escaped from his mouth, though he tried to hold it back. He then nuzzled his head against her shoulder a bit, before he spoke up in a quiet but still slightly whiny tone. "hip..But... I don’t want to go to bed..."

“You’re going to bed Izu.” You responded adamantly.

He continued to pout and protested a little as he was brought to his house, but it was obviously clear that he would easily give in soon enough when he got tired since after all, he was still really drunk. "sigh... F-fiiiine..."

You nodded, fumbling for the key, quickly unlocking the door and helped him through the door.

He stumbled a little when going through the door but quickly composed himself, he was still very wobbly and was clearly having a hard time maintaining balance, he leaned against you the whole way, practically using you to keep him standing up, though he didn’t really mind that at all.

When they got inside he looked around very obviously still a bit tipsy, he seemed confused for a moment before he spoke up. "hic... Are we at my place...?”

You nodded, “Yup. Now sit.” You helped him onto the couch, and went into the kitchen, getting a cup of water. “Here.” You said, giving him the water. He frowned, making a face.

“D-do I have to?” He whined, acting like a child.

“Yes. Now here.” You passed it to him, careful not to let anything spill. He grumbled, “Water tastes bad.”

You sighed, “Izu, water doesn’t taste like anything. Just drink it. Please? You’ll get dehydrated. It’ll help with the hangover.”

“No! Water tastes bad..” he mumbled.

You bit your lip. “Will you do it if I give you a reward..?”

Izuku’s eyes widened in excitement, nodding enthusiastically. “Y-yeah!” He paused, “Kisses on the cheek! I’ll d-drink it if you give me kisses on the cheek!”

You visibly flushed, “Ah..” you took a deep inhale. “Fine. If that’ll make you drink it.”

He giggled, smiling. He quickly downed the water, licking his lips. “Kisses!” You sighed, “Fine..” you hesitantly crouched down a bit, getting to his level, leaning in. You pecked his cheek, stepping back. “Happy?” He frowned, “I said kisses, n-not kiss.. Y/N..”

You furrowed your eyebrows. He was stubborn. “Fine.” You leaved in again, giving him two more pecks. He flushed, giggling. “S-see? That wasn’t so hard.! I feel special now.. a p-pretty girl giving me-me kisses..”

You smiled softly, feeling a flutter in your heart. “Now to bed.” He frowned, “Whyyy? I’m not tired..” he yawned, blinking.

“Yes you are. Come on.” You helped him up, taking him to his room. “Lay down.” He grumbled, collapsing in his bed, rolling over. He paused, “Can you stay with me?” He whined.

You blushed, pausing. “I don’t think so..” he whined again, “P-pleaseee?”

You blinked, thinking it over. “Fine..” you climbed into bed with him, lying down opposite of him. He giggled, and immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Cuddles.. with a pretty girl..” he smiled, “You’re so warm..I like that.. I want you to stay with me forever..” you blushed. That sounded like a proposal or something. He’s drunk Y/N.. don’t get your hopes up.. you thought, blushing.

You paused, “Izu? What do you think of me?” You ask hesitantly.

He paused, deep in thought. “I looove you. A lot-lot.” You stopped breathing for a second, eyes wide. Finally you spoke. “Is that so..?”

He nodded as he snuggled even more into her, smiling and nuzzling his face into her shoulder again as he spoke in a tired but absolutely honest tone, his words were a bit slurred but still clear as he spoke to her. “Yeah… I love you so much… You’re just so pretty… And sweet… And nice… And you give me cuddles like right now… I love cuddles… Especially with you….”

You paused, gulping. “You know we’re friends right?”

He nodded a bit a mumbled something in response that sounded like “I know…” though it was somewhat muffled by the fact that he was talking into her shoulder, after a moment he pulled his head back a bit so her could speak more clearly, and in a drowsy voice he spoke up again with the tiniest hint of childish sadness to it now “…Yeah… I know… I wish we weren’t just friends though…”

You felt your heart speed up at that. You cleared your throat, “You don’t mean that. You’re drunk Izu.”

He whined a bit when she pointed it out, but he quickly spoke up to try and reason with her, his voice still slightly slurred and definitely a bit pouty, but also slightly sad too, obviously the drunk version of him made him very emotional since all his walls were down.“I knowww… But I really do love you… I’ve loved you forever, since high school… It hurts me every day that you don’t love me back, but I deal with it because I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all…”

You made a choked gasping noise. “Say what? Highschool?”

He blushed a bit himself when she asked for clarification, not expecting her to question this part of what he was drunkenly spilling out. “Well… You’re so pretty… And you’ve always been so nice to me… You always make me feel better when you smile at me or pat my head or give me a hug… So I fell in love with you, I didn’t even know at first though… I didn’t even realize my feelings until I noticed I was thinking about you more than I should be thinking about a friend….”

You blushed deeply, “Oh Izu…”

His drunken mind immediately interpreted her reaction of his words as her sympathizing with him and not reciprocating his feelings which made him very very sad, so he suddenly started to tear up as he spoke again in an emotional and somewhat childlike tone, he was clearly holding back tears while he spoke. “I know… It’s stupid… You don’t love me like that… you’ll never love me like that, will you?..”

You blushed. "Izu.. it's not stupid. But we'll have a proper talk tomorrow when you're in your right mind."

He sleepily nodded. “Fine.. good night Y/N..”

You sighed. Tomorrow’s talk would be very interesting.

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I tried.

Requested(?)by @lovelywritersgarden !

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ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴛ.2 ✧.*

Drunk! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warnings: swearing and slight suggestive thoughts

part 1

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Pain. Pain. Pain. Izuku groans, holding his head as it throbs. Drinking. It’s coming back now. Y/N helping him to his house. He blinks, hearing some stirring beside him. He glances beside him, and freezes. Y/N is sleeping beside him. His face goes red. He immediately glances down at himself, oh thank god.. he thinks, I still have my clothes on. We didn’t do anything inappropriate. He pauses. What did we do though? He can’t remember.

He breathes, calming himself down. He can’t think straight because of the pain. Thank god Y/N gave him water and gave him kisses to convince him. Wait, kisses? What. The. Fuck. He feels sick. His face is flushed. Not only because of the hangover, but because he may have let his feelings for Y/N slip out. He messed up so bad. She was so understanding during his drunkenness. He mentally slaps himself. He wants to pull out his hair and scream. Stupid stupid stupid. He berates himself. You fucked up so bad. Now she’ll never wanna date y-no, no, you’re friends! FRIENDS I SAY. YOU CALLED HER PRETTY, (well she is, but you meant it in not a friend type way) What would Kachan do? He’d probably freak out and just spill his guts. But who knows. He continued to think a mile a minute, turning redder and redder.

Suddenly, his thoughts stopped, and his brain froze. “Izu? That you?” He gulped, glancing down to his side. Y/N had awoken. He nervously scratched the back of his head. “Uhhhh, no?”

Y/N blinked, sitting up and muttering to herself. “How’s the hangover?” Through all his panicking, he had completely forgotten about the pain. Now that she had reminded him, he felt it. “Fricking awful.”

Y/N nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Figured as much.”

He cleared his throat, better talk about it now than never. “So… how much do you remember about last night?” He said, blushing furiously. Y/N blushed as well, her face turning a deep shade. “Um..I’d say all of it.”

He buried his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry!” Y/N patted his back. “I know. But.. did you mean it..?”

He gulped, “I-I-I-yes! Everything! Except that part about water tasting bad!”

She cracked a smile, though it quickly disappeared once his words registered. “I..I see..”

She paused, taking a deep breath. “Izu, I really don’t know what to say.” He nodded, looking at his hands. “It’s fine. It’s my fault for ever drinking in the first place. Are we still friends?”

Y/N paused, taking a deep breath. “Honestly? When you confessed, I had never really thought of you in a romantic way. But…”

He held his breath.

“It got me thinking. I had always pushed away feelings during Highschool. Whenever I felt something fluttery in my stomach I blocked it out. Didn’t dwell on it. And, well, now that I remember, you were the one who usually gave me the fluttery feeling.” He blushed, gripping the bedsheets. “R-really?!”

Y/N nodded. “Really.” Izuku deeply inhaled. “So.. now what? You basically just confessed you like me to, so..”

Y/N bit her lip. “I honestly don’t know.”

Izuku paused, then gathered his courage. He took Y/N’s hand in his, blushing deeply not looking at her. “Y/N, can you please consider going out with me? I really really like you. And I want to be more than friends.”

Y/N blushed deeply, the red hue covering her cheeks. “I..yes, Izu.” He mentally pumped his fist into the air. “R-really? Yes! I mean, that’s cool. That’s cool.” Y/N giggled, and he practically melted. He had done it. He had actually managed to get the girl. He would rub that in Kachan’s face. Denki and Uraraka were gonna be so proud of him. Oh wait, he was supposed to be feeling the effect of the hangover. Oh, there it is. Oh shit he’s gotta vomit. WHY NOW??!

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Soooo, was it good? I tried. If anyone wants me to write another one shot for MHA, I’d be happy to :))

(I only do x readers cause I have no imagination.)

I gotta figure out how people organize their oneshots so pretty-

The start of my contraption to the first day of @erasermicweek but, it's not done so...I'll post again when/if it is

'I told you to do X, not my fault you got hurt by the danger I put us in'

Eraserhead: Okay, here's a tough one for you. What would you rather do: spend a night in Nemuri's apartment or walk barefoot on a field of broken glass?

Present Mic: Trick question! Given how much she drinks, there's got to be shards of glass everywhere.

Midnight: [gulping down Dom Pérignon from a salad bowl] Let the record state that I specifically told you to put on slippers when I let you into my home.

High sex with pro hero cellophane though.“Deprived, this is so common. It’s outdated. We’ve seen that so much.” I know- I know but:

Maybe not smoking all the time with Sero, but on the days that are just so shitty- you need to take the edge off? He’s got you.

Laying with him on the couch, your legs tossed over his. Staring at the ceiling with a pretty blunt between your lips. One hand rubbing your thighs; massaging the skin there. He knows just what you both need.

When he slides up high, fingers brushing over the slick fabric pressed against you- there’s no arguing with that.

He’d make quick work of plucking the cherry from you, and placing his lips above your own. Knee having taken place of his fingers- he works a huff and a release of smoke out of you. He’d breathe in heavily. Taking you into all of his senses. After he’d roll his thigh down, let you get used to the lazy pace he sets, before grabbing your hips and dragging you along him.

Bodies moving to compliment one another.

Push and pull, like the moon and the ocean.

He talks dirty when he’s buzzing, but worse when he’s not, not too lost in his own feelings to forget you and your thoughts. Knowing that you still listen to everything he says, consumed with him for the time. Whispers sweet nothings and praises to you. He loves it when you whine out for him more, mi amor or even just his name would be enough to merit his own response- a shushed “I know, baby, I know.” pressed into your lips

There has got to be a villain who became a villain only because they wouldn’t let him have the pro hero name he wanted.

I am here to remind everyone, that this was in chapter 19 of bnha:

Stay

Description: Your awfully protective husband, Shoto Todoroki, finds out that you’ve been planning to leave him... 

DISCLAIMER: Begging, Power Play, Cussing, Torture, Claustrophobia, Spousal Abuse, Yandere, Just...Don’t Try This At Home Okay? 

Red smears and taints the white, icy cage. Red oozes from Y/N’s battered knuckles and forearms.

Across the room, stands none other than Shoto Todoroki. He’s been silent this whole time. Watching you. Always watching you.

He had watched your pack your bags. Purchase an untraceable, drugstore phone to call someone. Someone that wasn’t him. That someone will be taken care of, after you of course.

“Shitoroki, let me out right now!” You bang against the solid walls of your prison.

Again and again and again.

To no avail, Shitoroki remained silent. You remained trapped. Fucking bullshit.

You aren’t clueless as to why you’re in this...predicament to put it simply. If you take Shoto holding you unwillingly hostage as simple that is. Todoroki probably had cameras installed around your house. He had seen you preparing for your great escape!

This time you shiver, and not because of the cold. Your husband is a fucking creep. You wanted to insult, divorce, and, to be candid, murder him. But Shitoroki has the power here, and he can kill you. Quite easily considering your quirklessness. So you decide to play with the man before you...

“Shoto, what is it that you want from me?” Shaking and trembling, you wrap your arms around yourself. Trying to warm your scantily dressed figure.

The man grins and places both hands onto your prison. Looking at you to do the same. You comply, the chilly barricade is the only thing separating you two. Aside from the fact that Shoto is fucking psychopathic.

You hesitantly smile back.

“Y/N, you understand why I have to do this.”

Shoto Todoroki and his freaking hero complex.

You look down towards your feet, to hide your repulsion at what you’re about to say.

“I do. It’s to protect me from the outside world.”

You put on a show, looking up with the gratitude face Shoto had fallen madly in love with the first time he saw it. The first time he saved you.

“Y/N, you clearly understand why you must never leave our house. And yet, you still have the audacity to plan to leave me? To leave us?” His voice cracks.

He tosses your packed bags in front of you, now chuckling. “You wouldn’t have gotten far.”

You attempt not to cry in frustration. The bags are lit aflame. Your anger skyrockets.

“Fuck you, Shoto! You call hypothermia a solution, jackass? I refuse to get down on my knees and beg. I want to go outside again! You weren’t always like this.” You sigh and throw your hands up.

“You’re not my savior! You’re not my hero! The truth is that YOU ARE A VILLAIN!” 

You mentally slap yourself across the face and begin to pace back and forth around your cage.

“What didn’t I see?”

“How could I have been so ignorant?”

“Why did I ever fall in love with you?”

An ice shard impales itself into the wall behind you, mere millimeters from your face.

You stop, nearly dead in your tracks.

Your anger had bested you. You fucked up. Royally.

“Y/N. Oh, my sweet Y/N.” Todoroki draws a little closer.

“Is this how you truly feel?”

You bite your lip and sniffle. You aren’t sure how to respond without freezing to death.

Shoto notices you bite your lip. He notices your every breath. Every blink. Every tremble. Every gulp. Everything. Why did he have to notice you?

You gaze into the man’s grey and turquoise eyes.

“Shoto Todoroki. If you love me, let me go.” You drop to your knees, holding yourself together by a bare thread. “I won’t deal with you, or this shit anymore. I won’t talk about it. Because we both know what’ll happen to me if I do.”

He blinks in response.

You plead your case further. “You have a bright future, Shoto. You’re a professional hero. The public won’t even miss a quirkless nobody like me. This isn't love that you’re feeling. Love isn’t one-sided. This is an irrational obsession that will... ruin both of us in the end.”

Like earlier, you place your hands onto the ice. Expecting Todoroki to do the same.

He doesn’t.

Instead, the young man turns around and begins to walk away.

The walls of your confinement start to close in.

“Shoto! Shoto Todoroki!” You pound on the cage walls with your frozen hands. Desperation outgrows your dignity.

“Don’t leave me here! Please, please come back! Don’t do this to me!” You beg.

He continues to walk away, leaving you to the horrible fate of being crushed to death.

The walls press, cram, and enfold all around you.

“I’ll be good! I promise. I swear it. I won’t leave without your permission again! I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry! Don’t you know how much I adore you? “

No response.

“Please, please let's stay together forever!”

The walls leisurely, albeit surely surround you.  

So this is it.

This is how your quirkless, matrimonial-centered life ends.

Is this how you die? Not even of your own volition? This shit sucks. 

“Well, I’ve died and gone to heaven.” You weakly laugh.

You see a light at the end of the tunnel.

“Until death do us part, Y/N.” A deep voice murmurs, scooping you up into their arms.

What the actual fucking fucked-up of all fucks?

You’re still alive.

Freezing, wet and quaking. And still very much alive.

Yet again, you are trapped in the embrace of Shoto Todoroki.

You realize that you’ll only ever escape him, when hell fucking freezes over.

Domestic bliss [Shinkami fanfic]

Domestic bliss by phantomdelalune

Hitoshi slowly walked into the room, trying to be quiet, not to wake up Denki from his much-needed nap. He knew that, even though Denki short-circuits a lot less than before, his quirk can still cause damage if overused. Still, they have their way of dealing with the hardships of their quirks.

or

they're in love, you're honor... and they have their own way of coping with reality.

Words: 4068, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki

Relationships: Kaminari Denki & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Aged-Up, Character(s), Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, My First AO3 Post, My First Work in This Fandom, My First Fanfic, Post-Canon, Idiots in Love, Boys In Love, Boys' Love, hope you'll vibe with me, Minor Character(s), Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Shinsou Hitoshi, EraserMic mentioned, Kaminari Denki has PTSD, Kaminari Denki Has ADHD, Kaminari Denki Angst, Pro Hero Kaminari Denki, Pro Hero Shinsou Hitoshi, I Have No Idea Where This Fic Is Going I'm Jus Here To Vibe

Read Here: Domestic bliss - phantomdelalune - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia [Archive of Our Own]  

Sounds a lot like Aizawa in his homeroom class at UA...

"Anything is weapon if you're in deep enough trouble. There's no special training. No special skill. Just the belief that at any time you might have to hurt someone to stay alive."

↳ Hawkeye #003

┄ ONLY A FRIEND

➳ Izuku Midoriya x gn!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: none

— word count: 0.2k

Falling for a pro hero was easy, it was like breathing, it just happened naturally.

Even with his strict schedule, he always managed to make time just for you, only making you fall for him even harder.

He was always protective over you, as he got older he became less shy and more open about voicing his opinions, meaning he had no trouble telling you how he felt about some of the people you would go out with.

He had even gone as far as keeping other men away from you when you were together.

After all of this, how could you not fall in love with him?

So finally after agonizing weeks, maybe even months of keeping your feeling secret, you were finally going to tell him.

You had finally decided that you were going to tell Izuku that you love him, when a notification popped up on your phone.

It was about a recent interview with the pro hero Deku, and some new breaking news.

After quickly clicking on the article, you felt your heart shatter in your chest.

"Pro hero Deku tells reporters about his recent engagement and plans for his future.."

Engagement? You didn't even know he was dating anyone, let alone having plans to get engaged.

It was at this moment you realized that you never even had a chance with the boy, he was a pro hero and you were a mere civilian.

All that you would ever be to the hero was a friend.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

This is one of my fav Edgeshot pics like looks his feet don't even touch thw ground he's like the COOLEST hero ever but also the cutest one😭 I love Minya Babyhara🥺🥺

Sitting all cutely and bisexually for Jeanist and Ryukyu

No. 1 Hero

All Might!

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If you like my work be sure to follow!

I decided to do extra ratings for fun!

This one is my top fav female characters/Villains

This one is my top Non-Villains

My Top Fav League of Villains

My top fav Shie Hassaikai Members

My favorite Meta Liberation Army Members in order

And my favorite villains that aren’t part of a gang/group (Some would argue that La Brava and Gentle are a group but I find them more of an independent duo)

And those are my silly little ratings for fun!

This is my rating for the World’s Best Hero! I love these lil guys.

USELESS₊˚⊹♡

[•~AGEDUP!PROHERO!MIDORYIA X F!READER~•] smut/slight angst

synopsis: your pro hero boyfriend comes back angry and hurt and needs a way to relieve some stress

warnings: dom!izuku sub!reader degradation, spanking, use of "whore" and "slut", praise

a/n: pt.2?

the front door slams, which is soon accompanied by faint footsteps gradually getting louder and louder. they sounded urgent and quick. the suspense making your heart race and stomach drop.

you leave your room to further investigate the sudden footsteps, only to be greeted by your boyfriend, izuku sat on the couch. but something was off about him. he didn't have his usual soft and caring personality. his aura wasn't so welcoming and gentle.

"please izuku, baby- just talk to me..." you sigh. izuku had just came home from a mission and he seemed frustrated. and you had been urging the man to open up, after all izuku wasn't the type to get angry easily.

"I told you I'm fine." he shuts you off again. that's all he had been repeating for the last 10 minutes. he kept brushing you off, ignoring the obvious tint of worry slowly spreading all over your face.

"baby please- tell me-"

"fine. you wanna know so bad huh? just can't leave me alone. I'll show you then, since you can't mind your own fucking business." he snaps. you've never seen this side of him. he looked so angry, and frustrated. he was fed up with whatever it was bothering him.

izuku grabs your hands forcefully, his grasp making it impossible for you to even attempt to break through. but it wasn't like you would try to, seeing izuku so fed up and furious sorta turned you on, but you would never tell him that.

eagerly, the green haired man drags you to your sharfed bedroom, slamming the door as quickly as he could. he shoves you onto the mattress, his shadow towering all over you. before you could realize his rough calloused hands reach for the hem of your shorts, toying with the waistband.

"can I?" izuku always made sure he had your approval before doing anything, after all his biggest fear is hurting you. you nod, completely lost in the sudden adrenaline rush.

izuku sighs, his frustration grows even more, he delivers a soft but warning slap on your leg. "y'know better, use your words." it was evident he wasn't messing around. "you can..." was all it took before izuku slides your shorts off in one swift motion, leaving one small rip in them.

you sigh loudly at the sensation of the cold air hitting your naked legs. then a finger runs all over your panties, teasing your soaking hole, slick seeping through the soft cotton fabric. he smirks at the sight. "mm-, didn't know I could do this to ya, makes me feel kinda useful for once..." he chuckles, fingers rubbing your clothed clit.

deep breaths quicken as you ache for more stimulation, hips slowly grinding against his finger. izuku sucks his teeth before holding your hips down, restricting you from any movement. "if you want more, you gotta ask princess." he adds, a cocky grin painted all over his face.

"p-please zuku- more.." you mumble out. he scoffs loudly again, another slap meeting your thigh, this time a little bit harder. "for what? don't act dumb now." he snaps, fingers now rubbing over your clothed clit even slower. despite how humiliated you felt, you were so desperate for more. "please baby, I need you in me..."

panties are thrown across the bedroom, your bare pussy out for him. he lets a hand rub all over your inner thighs, collecting all the arousal which seeped out. "looks like I don't needa prep you huh, pretty girl? but what else did I expect from a slut like you.." he chuckles before reaching down to his belt.

he slowly unbuckles the belt, before stopping suddenly. "nah, since you wanted to piss me off, you do it." grabbing one of your soft gentle hands and placing them on his belt. and you oblige, you didn't care what it took, all you wanted was his cock in you right now.

you unbuckle his belt and slide his boxers off, freeing his girthy cock. his hairs were trimmed and his tip was a rosy pink, veins decorating the length. izuku shudders, "mmm, what do you want baby?" he cooes, hands caressing your cheek.

"I want youu-zuku please put it in" you beg, your eyes staring back up at him so gently. izuku smiles warmly for a split second, distracting you from the fact he had just pushed your legs all the way down to your chest, knees touching your chest. he slams himself in, the girth stretching you out, leaving you with a painful yet pleasurable burn.

the two of you let out breathy moans, which are soon disturbed from izuku's sudden harsh thrusts. usually when you two had sex, he was so gentle and sweet. slow but passionate thrusts as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears. but right now, you weren't even sure if this was the same izuku you knew before.

"everybody sayin im fuckin useless..." he groans, hips bucking into your even quicker, making you yelp out with pleasure. his cock moving in and out of your walls at an impossible speed. "always talking about m'not good for anything." he scoffs

you now were beginning to piece together what had happened earlier, what left izuku so angry earlier. you knew people would constantly mock him for his quirk, and his backstory. and usually he wouldn't care, after all why should he? but today was his breaking point.

"m'not useless though..." he mutters, hi thrusts getting sloppier, hands pushing your legs down even more. "isn't that right? nobody could ever fuck my girl as well as I can" he affirms, hands tilting your chin down, maintaining eye contact.

you nod, too lost in the pure bliss you were experiencing from the sensation of feeling his pelvis grind against your clit. not only that, but izuku was ramming into your g-spot in the right place too. making you sob for more.

"I asked you a question." he grunts, his thrusts getting harder and harsher as he slaps your thigh swiftly. making you yelp as you feel the sharp sting. "m- sorry! you- you fuck me so good zuku'" you cry out. you couldn't believe the erotic words leaving your lips right now. it was so embarrassing.

"yeah, dunno what they talking about. always talking shit. bet they none of them could even get you to the brink of an orgasm hm?" he grunts. at this point he was just mumbling to himself. too lost in his frustrated thoughts.

you could feel the edge of an orgasm overtake you. "f-f-fuck!! zuku! gonna cum-" you squeal. izuku groans, and sighs, an annoyed expression planted all over this face. "did I say you could? I wasn't done princess. hold it." he commands as he continues to fuck you into the mattress.

but you couldn't- not when he looked so hot all stressed and furious. the sweat beading off his forehead as he fucked you like a dirty whore. you twitch, body jolting up quickly. the overwhelming feeling of pleasure filling you up. your cum coats his cock quickly, making izuku whimper loudly.

"shit- didn't I tell you not to cum? dirty whore couldn't even listen to my directions. shouldn't have expected you to listen though, you selfish little brat." he scolds, harshly slapping your clit. leaving you sobbing loudly.

"guess I gotta show you how to be a good girl then."