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beybuniki · 6 days
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i need dabi to experience the trials of being a stay-at-home adult son
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The Gang's here! :]
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habken · 1 year
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hand in hand
They’re the biggest losers around !! Everybody hates them !
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dcsiremc · 16 days
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these boots WEREN’T made for walking | m. izuku
cw: father! izu, reader and izu have two kids.
-reader and a pair of uncomfortable boots she begged for. if you all have seen friends, it’s based on that one time monica bought those expensive ass boots she could barely walk in lmao
“you’re not going to wear them,” izuku stated plainly, mouth forming a thin line as you held up a flashy pair of high heeled boots, much too tall for what you usually wear.
“am too. they can go with that dress i just got,” you smiled proudly, turning to scan the different sizes to accommodate for your own feet.
“that dress, yes, and what else?”
you paused your hand on one of the boxes, pursing your lips to think for a second but you were drawing serious blanks. you knew better than to look his way since he was probably raising those thick eyebrows of his, giving you that damned knowing look that always made you cave.
“what do you know about fashion anyway, deku?,” you huffed, squealing in victory when you saw they indeed had your size in stock.
it wasn’t that money was an issue, even if the boots were a whopping four hundred and fifty dollars, plus tax, but he knew you well. every time you got fancy shoes you wore them about two times max before chucking them somewhere in the depths of the closet to never again be seen with as a matching set. even you not wearing them wasn’t his biggest concern, you always chose shoes that hurt your feet, gave you horrible blisters and aches. it was a sad sight to say the least when he caught you limping around in his peripheral.
“i know that by the end of the night in those, you’re gonna be pouting for me to give you a piggy back ride because your feet hurt.”
“nope, you’re wrong,” you were busying yourself with pulling one of the boots onto your foot, zipping it up the calf and gaping in awe at the way it sucked you in like a glove, “these are extremely comfortable. i love them…god if i could marry a shoe.”
izu held up his hands in surrender, not that he was going to fight long on the topic of giving you whatever your heart desired. he aimed to please, liked watching you smile.
he had to give you your props, almost every day you had managed a way to worm your new boots into your outfits. you were stubborn, sometimes enough to even best kacchan, and you were determined to prove you could milk the money’s worth out of these boots. izu chose to pick his battles, even when he came home from a tiring day of hero work just to see you vacuuming the living room in heels. it was cute, really, how hard you tried to make your point, and he let it play out without rebuttal. truth of the matter is, you were starting to hit your peak, heels burning and ankles aching from the amount of times you had twisted them from tripping when your husband wasn’t around. you’d hate for the bastard to be right, he was always so smug when he was. so you put on brave faces and strutted around in your prize, until you were out of eye sight so you could wince in peace.
there were bruises forming on the knuckles of your toes, cramps taunting your soles every time you flexed your feet too graciously. it was getting about that time for these death traps to hit the back of your closet. you just hated the idea of giving izuku the satisfaction of his win, that and you didn’t want to put his hard earned money to waste. it was a constant nag in the back of your brain. you knew he’d never tell you no (not really anyway) and he had spoiled you heavily with the fruits of his labor from the moment the currency started pouring in. it was why you couldn’t help but ask for things, and he wanted you to have everything, even if he teased you about it being a ridiculous purchase. but anxiety was still a bitch. you had to show these shoes love, it was like- in your mind- being extra grateful for his generosity.
your final straw was a long walk in the park. foolishly you had slipped on the horrid boots, they went well with your attire. izu warned against it, told you it sounded like a dumb idea when you were going to have to chase your three year old down, but you only shut him up with a kiss, giving him a twirl to show off your outfit. park days were rare, but when the family could get a chance to go out, izu pushed for it. he hated extended periods of time away from you and the two little ones, aika and a beautiful baby boy, nix. he wished he never had to leave or at least that he could shrink his perfect pack and put them in his pocket for safe keeping.
it was nice outside, the coos of spring rolling in, flowers blooming and spreading their plumes of pollen into the air. you were taking a well needed rest on a bench, shaded by the bright green rooftop of a gazebo. your feet were screaming from the confines of your shoes, but you bit back complaints as you pushed the two seater stroller back and forth. your son was sleeping soundly, tiny fists clutching onto his teether for dear life. just a few feet ahead on the playground, your tall tree of a husband was pushing at your daughters back, sending her way higher than you would have liked on the swing set. the little one seemed to love it though, screaming in delight as perfect green curls flowed in the wind. she enjoyed his strength and his supernatural abilities, it only meant getting to be spun around or pushed high into the sky in a rickety swing set, a height many three year olds would probably have a fit at. though maybe it was just her love and admiration for her papa, she knew even at a young age, he’d never let her fall. nothing was scary when izuku was around.
perceptive as ever, izu cast you a look as if he could feel you staring. he greeted you with a dimpled grin and a wave to which you giggled. he was such a dork and it always amazed you how easily that switch could flip when he was in the midst of battle.
when aika grew tired of all the playground had to offer and was clipped into her side of the stroller, already dozing off and quiet, you and izu marked it time to head home. except, the long way home seemed like a hike through hell now that your feet were throbbing and swollen, still, you stood from the bench your thighs were glued to, outwardly whining. you stumbled slightly, catching ahold of your husband’s bicep with a huff.
“love, just take off the boots already.” his voice was stern, guiding you to sit back down, kneeling before you like a knight off duty.
you pouted, “i’m fine, ‘zu, let’s just go-“
“y/n. now.” he patted his thigh for your heel to be kicked up on, using his ‘father voice’ no less.
you did as told with each foot, watching as he careful undid the boots, sliding them off and tossing them into the stroller pouch. you slumped in relief, cool air from outside feeling so nice on your clammy skin. he sucked his teeth in disappointment at the sight of your battle scars, shaking his head at your stubbornness.
“i can’t walk home barefoot, babe.”
he gave a slight turn, offering his back to you, “don’t be dense. i’ll carry you home. hop on.”
it was probably a sight to see to others that the number one hero was walking the length of the sidewalk with a double stroller to his front and his wife clinging to his back like a feral koala. you had you face nuzzled in his neck, taking in the honeyed pine scent of his shampoo, legs wrapped snugly around his waist. he wasn’t even struggling, or breaking a sweat for that matter, just walking as if he was carrying nothing more than a backpack. another marvel of his strength.
“you know,” he started, voice vibrating through you, “i was only giving you a hard time about the shoes. i didn’t actually expect you to wear them so much.”
you absentmindedly toyed with the small chain around his neck, it seemed almost dainty on him, but it was so beautiful with the way your named was carved in cursive on the base.
“i didn’t want them to go to waste…you paid so much for them.” you didn’t mean to sound so dejected, but it was the truth, “i wanted you to know i actually do appreciate all you do.”
he chuckled softly, “silly girl. i know you do. just the way you should know i love gifting you things. i can’t think of a better use of my money.”
“still. it was an awful lot for a pair of boots.”
“baby. if i could, i’d buy you the whole milky way wrapped in a silk bow, even if it meant you would only look at it once. your happiness is the only repayment i need.”
your ears heated from his words, unable to respond. you chose to tighten your arms around him. so he continued to speak.
“gifts, money, hell- i’d give you every organ i have in me. nothing i do is transactional. you’re worth every penny.”
“you’re such a sap.” you choke out, cursing your hormones for the tears brimming your eyes.
“by association. i think that makes you a sap too, yes?”
“no. no just you, broccoli top. just you.”
you were totally a sap when it came to izuku midoriya.
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nimuello · 2 months
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Deku and Bakugou: Sleepy Gremlin Edition ~
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pjs-everyday · 2 months
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if anyone is gonna rally the 1-A boys into playing dumb dress-up games, it's mina 💕
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torasplanet · 2 months
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❝𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎.ᐟ❞
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K. BAKUGOU, S. TODOROKI, & I. MIDORIYA + SHY!GN. READER
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; the main three when their shy/anxious s/o finally says 'i love you'<3
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; fluff, hcs + scenarios, new relationships, literally that's it and skin color not mentioned
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IZUKU MIDORIYA
izu just can't with this.
he understands how you're shy and all of that so it might take you some time to get comfortable saying those things
hell he even was scared to say it too but this long??? really?
izu has begun to think that you'd never say it at this rate...
he got so scared that you didn't love him at all and was just too scared to tell him the truth because you didn't wanna hurt his feelings!
or maybe he's just overthinking again...
that doesn't matter because izu never tells you his concerns. he wants you to take your time
he doesn't wanna rush you and make it forced!
that being said...when you finally do say it on your own, he thinks he just might lose his mind.
izuku's anxious sitting at his desk with you right beside him almost breaking the pencil in half and it was a mechanical pencil. he was holding back because he didn't want to frighten you but he just couldn't sit here while you're looking so cute.
he wanted to say he loved how cute you looked so bad but he was worried that maybe it'd make you uncomfortable since you weren't saying i love you to him yet.
that had been getting to him a lot lately and he didn't know how to handle it without talking to you. he knew how you were and didn't want to make it worse. see izuku himself was a fairly shy person, well not so much as he was in middle school but he understood you and your feelings but not enough for it to not bother him!
"ohhh! i get it now!" you exclaimed leaning back in your chair. your sudden loud speech snapped izuku out of his thoughts and he smiled at you sweetly with a hum escaping him.
you gave him a grin "thanks izu! i love you, i don't know what i'd do without you." you spoke without thinking and immediately closed your eyes out of embarrassment at what he'd say in response. you didn't think about what you were saying, you just said the first thing that came to mind...when you heard a loud bang, you opened your eyes and looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.
izu's face was planted on the desk and he was letting out a hum that didn't seem positive or anything; more like he was a kettle on the stove. "oh uhm...are you okay?" you hesitantly asked going to reach for him but he snapped up before you could touch him. izuku's face was bright red and it looked like he was burning up "i love you too!" he shouted with a smile on his face clearly happy that you finally said that. you were a bit weirded out but at least he was happy.
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
oh please don't even get me started on katsuki...
like izu, he was really upset about you not saying you love him especially when he said it to you first and you didn't say it back
but unlike izuku, he could give less than a fuck about not wanting to talk to you about it
the only thing that stopped him from doing that was that denki told him that he'd probably hurt your feelings like that and that was the last thing he wanted to do so for once, he shut up
but his aggression was fairly obvious because every time he said he loved you with that frown on his face, it'd get deeper when you didn't say it back and just smiled at him
katsuki felt like he'd actually blow up a building if you took longer to say it.
"what the hell are you doing up there!?" katsuki shouted from down below in the training area while you stood on one of the buildings looking for denki who was supposed to be your other partner.
you looked down at the masked boy very cautiously i might add and just nervously gave him an 'uh' showing you didn't know. katsuki grunted in frustration as he looked around to see if there was any one from the other team around to make sure that you guys didn't lose. he was already beginning to sweat just from pure anger.
when the class was splitting up to go to the locker rooms for costume changes, katsuki had told you he loved you and that he'd see you on the grounds but...you didn't say it back. you just laughed a bit showing that you were growing embarrassed and gave him a very small peck on his cheek.
see katsuki did appreciate that but he wanted an 'i love you' back not a kiss especially not a little baby kiss to the cheek that one of his cousins would give him but again, he stayed silent and just grumbled under his breath in the lockerroom. he was already pissed off from that but now denki was nowhere to be found? that dumb fucker was probably lost.
little did the both of you know, he was behind you planning on surprising you which was not the best idea considering you were almost dangling over the edge of a building right now. "boo!" denki shouted in your ear making you jump and lose your footing. you slipped and fell off the edge of the building with a yelp drawing your boyfriend's attention.
he was quick to blast up into the air and catch you in his arms before you even slightly neared the ground "oh my god! i love you so much 'suki!" you said in desperation as you wrapped your arms around him and clutched onto him in fear that you'd fall. katsuki would never drop you but he almost did when he heard you finally say it back to him.
"ha! i thought you'd never say it!" katsuki shouted with a grin on his face as he landed on the ground, your face still stuffed in his shoulder. you hadn't even realized what you said until he just pointed it out "oh..." you muttered feeling embarrassment creep up on you as your boyfriend put you on the ground. you put your palms to your face to cover you hot face but the blonde grabbed your hands and forcefully pulled them away from your face "stop that shit! if you think i don't love you back, i do." katsuki said muttering the last part a little lower because denki was shouting apologies from the top of the building and could probably hear a few things.
katsuki had a bit to learn about embarrassment when saying that kind of stuff too.
SHOTO TODOROKI
pls dont ever talk to him about this
he'll actually just sit there silent probably dying inside
shoto has had his fair share of not getting told i love you or getting a sort of warped kind of love so you not saying i love you isn't something relatively new to him
but he still hates it.
he can't even begin to explain the ache in his chest when ou don't say it back to him, not like he'd ever explain it to anyone
unlike both of the other boys, he's extremely patient and no matter how he feels, he won't throw small tantrums over you not saying it and will just wait
but as he waited, he got more needy for hearing those three words
"sho..." you whined dragging out the o in your boyfriend's name while you tried to get up from under the many blankets shoto had you bundled under. he had the whole work for you.
thermometer on the bedside desk and cold medicine right next to it while you continuously sneezed and coughed in bed. you had gotten sick recently and your darling two-toned-haired boyfriend had been there for every step! making you food, running your baths, just being a complete sweetheart.
shoto, by default, was a sweet boyfriend but he had been a little extra kind lately in hopes that you'd tell him that you loved him for all of his efforts of going out of his way for you. he didn't know what was going on in your brain but he clearly knew you well because that was what you were planning to do.
telling the boy that you loved him would be the perfect way to express your gratitude to him for all he's done throughout your sickness that was caused by your stupidity of going to the market in the cold night after getting out of the shower "coming, my love." shoto said waddling into the room with a bowl of steaming ramen on the small wooden table he had in his hands to make it easier for you to eat in bed. he was really playing the house husband role.
"here, the broth will make you feel better. i promise." the boy said setting the table on the bed just above your legs while kneeling to the ground, you smiled at the todoroki boy deciding that this was the perfect time to tell him that you loved him.
with a blow toward the scalding bowl, you uttered the words quietly "i love you sho." you grew shy after saying that not knowing how he'd respond and his silence ate you alive. you grabbed your chopsticks as you kept your head down to avoid eye contact "sorry, just ignore it–" "no." he interrupted your excuse almost making you knock the bowl over with now fast your body turned to look at him again.
sho's cheeks were flushed a light pink "i love you too. just didn't expect you to say that." he said chuckling lightly with a smile on his face. it might've been true that he wished for you to say it now but it still surprised him.
in a good way though... "can i have a kiss?" you asked smiling back at your boyfriend who still gave you a close-eyed grin, sho stood to his feet "no. you will get me sick." he replied in a monotone before beginning to walk away muttering how he was going to get you something to drink.
you whined loudly throwing your head back. "sho....!"
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kynamo · 1 year
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control your heart
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uravitypng · 5 months
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Idk if this is the requests, it’s my first time requesting!! If it isn’t I’m so sorry 🙏🙏 Can I request Izuku getting all hot and bothered while making out w/ the reader?
it's still october so i'm still accepting requests<3 (and this is where you make them)
you and izuku have been dating for a month now and you're going steady. you haven't slept together yet and haven't done anything other than making out, both of you are ready for more but haven't told each other yet but tonight izuku's finding it hard to keep his hands from wandering.
midoriya's gently holding your face with his callus palm and holding the nape of your neck in his other hand. your lips are locked in a passionate kiss and it's making izuku feel heady as he feels your soft lips pressed against his and your sweet perfume clouding his senses. when he moves his tongue against yours his cheeks become red as he hears you whimper. izuku wills himself not to get hard but it's so hard with his pretty girlfriend pushed up against him.
izuku pulls you onto his lap, unable to keep his hands off you. his arms wrap around your waist and your arms are wrapped around his neck. you feel him hard underneath you and your cheeks heat up. his kissing starts to get sloppier, desperate for you. his arms get tighter around your waist as you hold on tighter to the collar of his shirt. you have a feeling you're in for a long night
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cosmoshard · 2 years
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Some more Mom Cass and Casey for y’all :D
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beybuniki · 2 months
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checking in on everyone
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assassyart · 1 year
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i just think they should still go to dancing classes together even after getting their provisional licenses.
bonus:
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habken · 1 year
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losers !
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hawks-stan · 5 months
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Still feral about the bkdk reunion in the latest chapters
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izvmimi · 1 year
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cw: smut. minors dni. fem!reader is a brat and izuku’s kind of a bully tbh. brat taming energy. there’s a fair bit of dialogue. horny then turns soft.
izuku won’t tell you this up-front, but he secretly loves it when you’re mad at him.
not if he’s truly done something to wrong you in some way - he would never dream of wanting to hurt your feelings after all - but when you’re throwing a sometimes silent, sometimes not-so-silent tantrum that falls just short of making any damn sense, it gives him a little bit of glee, hidden in the sparkle of his green eyes.
“say that again, sweetheart?” 
you’d started all of a sudden, as usual, sighs that were a little too heavy as you sulked around the house, short responses, a furrow in your brow. he’s been tolerating your mood all evening, because as usual, he is far more patient than you are, and now you’ve run out of passive and are leaning heavily into aggressive.
your snippy reply comes without hesitation.
“i can’t stand you,” you hiss. your voice is sweet venom when you rack up a fuss over something silly, and your tantrums, especially when they’re thinly veiled bids for attention, are terribly amusing to him. 
the scrunch and twist of your features to portray contempt right now as he watches you declare your discontent... they awaken something in him; there’s a fair bit of excitement at the prospect of mollifying you into appropriate behavior.
he’s going to enjoy breaking you down.
“oh, is that so?” he asks, his tone inquisitive and slightly condescending.
“yes.” you keep your voice even and clear.
you’re folding laundry now, refusing to let him help, but keeping your eyes focused on the television in front of you, and he’s given you a healthy amount of distance poring through a set of worn notebooks at the dinner table. he sits directly in your line of sight and he can feel the intensity of your pout.
he sighs but the sound is light. leaning back into his chair, he throws a look at you over his shoulder and his goading grin is wide and obnoxious.
“you know if you want me to fuck you, you can just ask. use your words, honey.”
a pillow goes sailing through the room in the direction of his face blazingly fast.
“fuck you.”
he’s caught it, eyes playful and predatory. 
“i’d love to.”
your voice is warning as he moves quickly, just faster than you can perceive. one minute he is seated several feet away from you and he pisses you off more than anything you can imagine at the moment, and the next minute he’s knelt in front of you, eyes level with yours. your heart pounds.
“get away from me,” you warn, your face warming up as you draw your legs in.
“make me,” he says, sweetly. 
you mean to push only semi-roughly against his chest, but your arm goes through the space between his chest and his arm and he clamps down with his bicep just enough to trap you, and when you gasp in surprise, he grips you by the chin with his other hand.
the action is too smooth and too earnest. dark eyelashes bat at you playfully and he pouts as though he is the most innocent lamb in existence. he really is too pretty and it only makes you angrier.
“you really don’t like me?” he says in a sad voice, a playful frown. 
“i hate you.”
izuku smiles even wider, ready to play.
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your whining is incessant now but at least this time the whining is of the more sexual kind, the high-pitched cries and wails of someone who is receiving just a bit more stimulation than she can handle, legs spread firmly apart as you sit in his lap and back pressed against his broad chest. his fingers pump quickly in and out of your center, and you melt against him with every pant as his fingers work you to unfair amounts of pleasure. it’s the exact reason why you hate him, the fact that he can so easily play you like putty, begging him for more - more love, more love, more love. 
izuku bites your ear gently as your back arches against him, the hold he has you in with his arm around your midsection unbreakable. sucking, nipping at your neck and shoulders with soft, repetitive touches of your clit with the tips of his fingers unrelenting. 
“you don’t sound like you hate me,” he teases. 
you are breathless, working yourself into a frenzy onto his thick fingers. 
“i-izuku! you-” you hiss his name, and he’s still unsatisfied with the defiance in your voice. his fingers curl and you see white, and he rubs your back as you cum with no reservation onto his digits, onto his calloused hand. 
your head spins, but he’s not done breaking you down as you come down from your high. quickly he lays you onto your back, leaning just a little bit of his weight onto you as he rests above, chin propped up by his elbows on either side of your body.
you’re a curious sight. messy, your complexion deepened by lust, the smallest tears in the corner of your eyes. cute. his.
“are you still mad?” he asks tentatively.
“stop making me cum every time you annoy me!” you argue, then close your eyes shut in embarrassment as you see him stifle a laugh. you sound silly.
“stop being a brat and i won’t try to fuck it out of you,” he replies simply. you give him a fierce look and he smiles again and before you can realize your mistake, he’s poking at your center again with his thick cockhead. 
he plays with your puffy pussy lips, the leak of pre and your wetness allowing him to glide playfully against the labia, teasing you. you shudder as you wait for entry; it doesn’t come.
in fact, he’s taking his time, humming a tune under his breath even. your blood boils.
“stop playing with me, ‘zuku!” you complain again.
“behave,” he whispers. his breath tickles your face as he draws in close, kissing your forehead.
you would open your mouth to say something sassy, but the craving is there to be filled already, his heat against your heat forming a knot in your stomach. he watches you contemplate, entertained. 
his fingers trail the side of your face.
“don’t you have something to say, love?”
you begrudgingly shake your head.
“so am i going to fuck someone who’s mad at me or someone who loves her ‘zuzu very much?” he asks. he’s still playing with your hair and your head and shifts back, so that you no longer feel his cock against your entrance but rather laying hot and hard on your lower belly. you physically ache.
fidgeting under him, you wrap your arms around his neck.
“p-please.”
horny desperation looks adorable on you, he thinks, but a little more folding is necessary.
“p-please, what?”
“please...” you mull the nickname in your mouth again,” please, ‘zuzu”
he smiles.
“and what does my sweet baby girl who isn’t throwing tantrums want?”
you furrow your eyebrows.
“izuku!”
he frowns back. “that’s not very sweet,” he tsks. “bad girls don’t get cock, unfortunately.” he starts to pull back and your legs tighten around him in a panic.
“no! don’t.” you grit your teeth. “fine!” you force yourself to soften, then look up at him again with the sweetest, most pacifying look you can muster. “can you fuck me ‘zuzu? please? want your cock to fill me up, please?”
he’s obviously pleased that you’ve broken once again.
“of course, sweetheart.” there’s a soft caress of your cheek that comes with the realignment of his hip against yours, that press of his cock flush to your folds that makes your stomach flip.
you murmur his name again, softly, gently, and his heart softens too.
a precious little headache you are.
he slips inside you, groaning a little in time with your mewls as he nestles inside, making space for himself as he fills you up. even if you’re obnoxious at times, you still give way to him, even if he has to be a little forceful. you’re as soft as your insides around him, tender and gentle as your skin dampened by sweat and desire, and as sweet as the tastes of your juices on his tongue.
"do you love me?” he whispers into your skin as he cradles you in his arms. he’s no longer teasing but asking for real. and you always respond the same.
“more than anything. no matter what i say.”
he feels the same.
more than everything. no matter what.
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