Somehow I Came Across This Hidden Gem - Tumblr Posts
izuku x reader
he needs you to know how you mean to him and will go to any length to prove it to you
cw: a tad nsfw, reader refered to as puppy, wc 1k, divider by @/cafekitsune, written for mimi
Izuku pins your hands above your head and you wince at his swift action. Your pillow softens the blow but it doesn't hide the dark cloud seeping off of your boyfriend above you.
“Repeat that one more time for me.”
It's not a request but a demand, one that comes from the deepest part of him. His voice stern and something inside you quakes. He’s never looked at you like this before.
You swallow, trying to maintain eye contact which is especially hard after what you've just said to him, but you keep your mouth shut.
It hurt you enough the first time, you shan't say it again.
“I swear that I heard you mumble that I can do better than you.”
Your heart hurts as he says your own words back to you. Ones that have been repeating in your head for the last few months of your relationship.
You see him all the time with other people, people who are nicer, happier, more smiley than you. And certainly people who deserve him more. People that he has to have greater feelings for than you.
You don't celebrate his every entrance home, you don't cover yourself in pink, or act like a perfect girlfriend. And you are sure that if the stars aligned in any other way that he would be with one of them instead of you and that he would be a million times happier.
So then why does him saying these words out loud hurt you so?
“Is that what you really think?” He asks again, and there's a waiver in his voice, an uncertainty.
His grip on your hands loosens slightly, his brow furrowing. He’s waiting for you to speak.
“Izuku, I—”
“Stop. I won't hear whatever you're going to say.” His grip on your hands tightens again, and he leans over you. His large muscular back arching over you, blocking out the light behind him. His eyes lock onto yours, “Whatever it is, I’ll prove it wrong right now.”
He kisses your neck and then retreats, sitting on his knees with your body pinned under him. He pulls at the back of his shirt, slowly revealing cords of muscle to you like he's unwrapping a present.
He tosses the shirt to the side and places your hands on his wide chest. You can feel his pulse quicken from the contact and the heat coming off of his body. The powerful muscles of a man who can easily save a bus full of screaming children.
“Do you feel that?”
“I know what a heartbeat feels like, Izuku.” You want to remove your hands, to fight the feeling deep inside of you that makes you press your legs together, but he holds your hands in place.
“But mine’s different; mine beats for you.”
You hate that this corny ass line gets to you. It doesn't erase the hurt that you're still holding close to your chest, but a few pieces of that hurt fall to the floor.
Hands fall to your waist and it’s almost like Izuku can see the pieces starting to slip, so he doubles down in the only way he knows how.
“You are the reason I fight so hard. You are the reason that I wake up every morning a draw breath. The reason that I can come home and shed the hero skin and just be myself. Because you allow me to just be Izuku. I don't have to be some built up perfect man to you, and the fact that you allow me to do that is everything to me. I know you've always compared yourself to others, and that maybe that is what this is, but the thing is that I don't want others. I don't want someone too sweet who would suffocate me and not allow me a moment to breathe. I don’t want someone who isn’t you. I don’t need someone to smile at me, I need someone who is there for me, who is with me in everything that I do, and who has the biggest caring-est heart I've ever seen, even if she doesn't believe it.”
You pout and hide your face in your hands, “Stop, you’re too nice to me”
He readjusts himself so that he's sitting between your legs and his hands run up your legs, over your hips to rest right under the hem of your shirt.
“I'll show you that I’m devoted to you.” His head dips down to the skin slowly being exposed as he raises your shirt, and he kisses at every inch of your skin as it's revealed.
He kisses his way up to your breasts. He nips at your soft skin as he wraps his arms under your body drawing you up into him.
Every piece of your chest is covered in some remnant of him; kisses, bites, spit.
His hips grind into yours, and you can feel his desire through his sweatpants. Hard and hot pressing against where you need him the most.
“This is only for you, puppy.” His voice drops as he talks right into your ear. “All of me. I’m yours.”
He kisses along your jawline as his body settles on you.
“I’m all yours,” he repeats before he kisses you. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip, and he groans when you let him in.
The first kiss that breaks the dam of passion that flows between the two of you. The feelings that scare you fall to the floor as he reaches the deepest parts of you. His body is a master of yours, his breath guiding the push and pull of your hips. Hands holding yours tightly as he gives you shot after shot, never once letting you go. Because he could never.
Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss; it's endless. Your whole body shaking, begging for a break from his endless hours or torment, but he has something to prove. It doesn't matter how many times he cums in you or how much spills from you. He needs to keep you full, needs to show you how much his body belongs to you. And he does. Oh god, he does.