cw: semi-public sex, izuku's a fucking liar
a/n: a repost!
the fast, sloppy, wet and repetitive slap of skin vs skin is heard loud and clear in the dark, muting the muffled and distant music from the house party still in full swing.
izuku's in full swing too, his thrusts into you showing no signs of stopping any time soon, nudging and knocking every part of your insides as though he is anxious to make space inside you for him to stay forever. his kisses are pleasantly bruising, and equally as eager and numerous; you can barely speak through gasps and moans, the muscles of your thighs clenching around his thick waist as your body sucks him in and demands more.
breathless still, your arms wrapped around his neck, you remind him that he lied.
"y-you said you'd never done this be-" your breath cuts suddenly as he angles just slightly upwards, a calculated and deliberate move that has you seeing something - stars, god, your future? - then stills, looking down on you curiously as your soul resettles back into your physical form.
his eyebrows raise and he stops, propping himself up by his elbows as he waits for you to stop cumming and you unwittingly let out a whining sound that you never want to hear come out of your throat again.
the fact that he still says nothing, like he's unfazed, angers you even further and you resist the urge to slap him for making you look this stupid.
in one rushed sentence, you nearly hiss,
"yousaidyouwereavirgin!"
he blinks as though confused, and then as realization sets in, he laughs at your shocked expression, pulling away quickly and you use all your might to not press him back against you.
"i said i hadn't done this before," he clarifies.
"you've clearly had sex before," you snap.
he frowns. "well i mean yeah, i've clearly fucked."
the wanton way he says it as though it is meaningless, as though he hasn't just snatched your soul makes your tummy turn.
"s-so why did you lie?"
why are your teeth chattering?
"i didn't lie. i meant i hadn't had sex at a party before," he replies sheepishly.
your eyes widen, and he's not sure if you're angry or distressed, but he laughs again, raising himself over you and you swallow hard reflexively.
you miscalculated.
he dips down to kiss you, biting teasingly at your lip again as he pulls back. he looks positively demonic.
"is it okay if we keep going? i didn't cum yet."
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cw: self-indulgent. smut, minors dni. oral (fem!receiving). multiple orgasm mention.
it's once you tip over for the third time that night that the small, still semi-coherent part of you realizes you made a grave mistake.
you miscalculated - give your husband an inch, and he'll take a whole fucking mile (or whatever the equivalent is in orgasms).
a somewhat strangled cry leaves your throat, not unlike a cat yowling, one that cannot possibly be sexy, and you, from somewhere deep inside, find the wherewithal to swat izuku's face and hands away from you, losing strength as laps up the nectar that seeps from between your legs for the umpteenth time, the grip of his hands strong and steady around the fat of your thighs.
"s-stop!" you're nearly crying now, overstimulated, and heart racing in your chest, every part of you buzzing with electricity. you can feel him everywhere, even if the last point of contact is focused - a long, protracted swipe of his tongue from your taint to your clit. you gasp, and your hips buck again in his face, heels digging into the mattress as you try to keep yourself together. cumming again at this point might as well be embarrassing.
he pecks you right on the clit before pulling back and peering at you over your belly. izuku is kneeling now at the edge of the bed, grinning, the shine of his lips, sloppy with spit and other fluid, and you watch him warily as you try to catch your breath, wondering if he's some sort of demon.
"are you sure?" he asks. "you seemed to be liking it." his left hand squeezes at your ass cheek before he lowers you down so that your tailbone can feel the surface of the bed again. your heart still thumps in your chest, brain hazy enough that you can't remember half the shit you learned an hour ago.
... panic reaches you again when you realize that yes, in fact, an hour has passed.
"fuck, izuku, i still have work to do!"
he frowns, then leans over you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pins you down. he's painfully cute as you look up at him, but you know you can't fight your way out of his grip unless he lets you, and something about that can keep you wet in your panties forever.
he dips down low and kisses you, not without making sure that you come up at least a quarter of the way to meet his lips.
"i think you can take a break," he murmurs. he lowers his weight so that he's laying on top of you, and while he's heavy as he clings, it's a comforting pressure that you've grown accustomed to. he shifts his body so that he's not completely crushing you, and you tangle your legs with his, despite your protests that you need to leave.
you can hear a little bit of frustration in his voice and it stills you. he's a little clingier than usual, understandable since all you do is work and study these days, holed up in a little room, scribbling into a notebook by desk light until the wee hours of the morning. after a few months, he's grown tired of asking you if you were coming to bed every night, especially since you just end up flipping through flash cards under the covers after he physically removes you from your chair.
despite this, he's still tolerated your anxiety and dealt with your silence, outbursts and sensitivity to touch.
it's taken a toll on your relationship and you can tell.
your hands find their way into his hair, twisting the curls between your fingers. and you give in.
"fine, i think i'm done for the night anyway."
the second the words leave your mouth, he's back on top of you again, practically beaming.
you blink, in expectation, wondering how he can look so much like an actual puppy wagging his tail at you, green eyes bright and cheery.
"all night?"
suspicious, you start, "izuku... what do you mean-" but then he's rubbing his shaft right against your entrance again and you suck in sharply through your teeth. his eyelids lower as he watches you start to succumb to pleasure again, and in just a couple fluid rolls of the hips, he induces you to moaning his name again-
screaming his name really, when he bullies himself inside you, buries himself in deep, and reminds you that you can be stuffed full of things other than knowledge.
cock obviously, but also love and affection.
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𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 — 𝟏𝟕+
( afab!reader x ur fav male!char <3 )
✧ summary— ur bf makes u c//m… again. that’s all ;0
✧ cw— smut, afab reader, reader has a kitty but no pronouns/other descriptions are mentioned, u have a bf (he/him), vibrators, pwnp >;), vry self indulgent writing style. like, this is literally one of my fantasies written out so it’s kinda descriptive & wordy. daddy tumbly might hit this with a community label lol.
✧ a/n— let’s not talk about how my last post was 7months ago lol. i use the word sweet a lot, i think in my other fics i do so as well…. lol. hope u enjoy, ily guys, have an awesome week 🫶🏾
A mewled sigh leaves your lips as your mind pulls itself out of it’s haze, suddenly leaving you aware of your current situation, but only for a moment, before it sank back into that same dizzying mist of desire. The sound of your soft, shaky breath, laced with whimpers & whines filled your ears, married to the low, repetitive hum of your vibrator.
Your lashes flutter, eyes daring to tip into the back of your skull when you steal a glance at your boyfriend. Your back is arching against the wall, fluffy pillows threatening to sink you deeper into bliss whilst your legs are spread wide open, trembles rippling through them every now and then. He's between them, whispering oh so sweet nothings to you– or maybe to the sweetness between your legs? It was hard to tell anymore, not that it mattered. How could it, when the vibrator buried deep inside of you buzzes so sweetly against your core? How could it, when your boyfriend plays so lovingly with your pussy, thumbing at your pretty, puffy clit so perfectly?
A choked moan leaves you, hips bucking and grinding into his touch as you bring your fingers to lace with his, early morning sunlight gracing his skin– you could've sworn he was an angel. One sent from the highest of heavens, and just for you. “. . .Is it good? Do you like it?” he breathed. Fuck. He was an angel, and he has no fucking idea what he's doing to you.
You nod with a sob, the sudden build in pleasure leaving your skin hot and heart racing, your hips desperately rocking and quivering against his thumb, savoring the feeling. A tingling sensation runs through your clit so deliciously, the walls of your cunt clenching and fluttering around the vibe as a sweet ache pools a fire in your abdomen. “F-Fuck..” your boyfriend groaned lowly, moving his other thumb to spread your left lip, leaving you far more vulnerable to the cool air, his gaze and his touch.
The thought alone; his words, his actions, him– it's enough to push you over the edge, his name rolling so sweetly off your tongue– eyes rolling, back arching and muscles tensing as you climax, your body suddenly aware, suddenly sensitive to everything; every touch, every feeling. Relishing in the release of your high, your boyfriend coos, leaning forwards to press soft kisses along your collar, never once stopping his gentle rubs to your clit, “So sweet..”
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