#Izuku imagine

[full-cowlings]

professor izuku thoughts...

includes   |   SUGGESTIVE content, mentions & impliance of nsfw but nothing explicit. teasing reader. somewhat subby izuku midoriya, playful dominance from reader. make out session. exhibitionism (? you nd izuku make out in his classroom). being caught? (not really, just the aftermath, but I thought I'd include it just in case). marking.

gender nd colour of reader is unspecified!! <3 not proofread!!

word count ; 1,744!

the halls of u.a were quiet for the moment, with most students either in class or out on their break before the next period began. izuku Midoriya sat behind his desk in his classroom, sorting through papers, his tie loosened around his neck from the long hours he'd been working already.

the room was filled with the usual mix of books, papers, and some stray hero gear from his students. it was a familiar scene, one izuku had grown accustomed to since he started teaching at u.a . but something was different —- someone was different.

you had sent a quick message earlier, letting him know you'd be visiting him during his break. it made him smile to himself, he was always excited to see you —- you were his lover after all, how could be not?

a few minutes later, the door creaked open, with you stepping inside and closing it quietly behind you. viridian hues lifted immediately and met with yours, that stupidly cute smile of his spreading across his lips.

“ midoriya izuku, the newest professor, ” you smiled playfully, leant against the doorframe. “ never thought I'd see the day. ”

izuku chuckled, setting the papers he was working on and the pen aside to turn his attention to you. “ there was a time where i didn't think I'd end up here either, but... it's been great. how are you, love? ”

the smile on your face soon matched his as you pushed off the door frame and stepped into the room, heading towards his teachers desk. the sight of you alone was always enough to make izuku's poor heart skip a beat.

“ couldn't be better, ” a genuine reply —- yet a teasing edge to the words as you stopped in front of him. your gaze flickered downward briefly, eyes trailing ocer his tie, his loose collar, and then back up to meet his. “ you look good in this setting, izu. ”

“ it's... still new to me.. but I'm getting used to it. you know, the students are great. ”

at his nervous smile and the nervous habit of your boyfriend pulling at his collar, your eyebrow raised, as if amused.. nd that had made him even more nervous. “ I'm sure they are, but i don't think that's the only thing keeping you busy, huh? ”

before he could respond, he felt your hand brush lightly against his arm. the touch sent a jolt going through his body, breath catching slightly. even after all your years of dating since high school —- you had that effect on him.. making him feel both lightheaded and alive.

“ what's going on, baby? ” izu managed to ask, his voice quieter now.

you didn't respond with words for a moment, instead a simple hum as you leant down to the professors seated height. “ i've missed you, izuku.. and i think it's time you remind me why i adore you so much. ”

midoriya's breath hitched at your words, his heart pounding in his chest already. yet before he could say anything, he felt your lips press against his in a slow, teasing kiss. he froze for a second, but only for a second —- instinctively, his hands moved to rest on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

your hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his green curls, pulling him even closer. his hair was still just as rowdy as it was back in high school —- thick beneath your fingers.. and one thing he hadn't grown out of was adoring the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp.

the kiss had quickly turned heated, messy, almost urgent. his fingers tightened around your waist, and the sound of breaths in those brief moments apart mingled in the heavy air. the way you held onto him —- as if you couldn't get close enough.. it drove him crazier than he'd ever like to admit. ( although he would if you asked or wanted him to.. he'd do anything you asked if just for a chance to see your smile.. or cry out pretty for him. )

it didn't take too much for it to grow more frantic, with you tugging him toward the desk. without thinking, izuku stood from his chair and lifted you effortlessly, placing you gently on top of his teacher's desk. midoriya had also grown a bit taller since your guys high school days —- now around five ft eight, shoulders a bit more squared, hands and arms more scarred nd rougher, voice just a tad bit deeper in those moments he let his true vocal range slip rather than the controlled one.

papers had scattered to the side as you balanced yourself, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in closer. your lips never left his asides from those small breaths in between —- yet each kiss was more desperate than the last.

midoriya's hands roamed, one slipping to the small of your back, while the other rested gently yet possessively against the plush of your thigh. the feel of the heat of your body against his drove him wild —- and if he could've, he would've gotten down on his knees and sing your praises with his tongue right then and there.

you responded in kind, one hand traveling down to his tie, loosening it further. it was only then that the make out session was broken, instead your lips trailed down to his neck, leaving heated kisses in their wake.

his eyes snapped open again, the feeling of your lips on his skin making him gasp and his head tilt back instinctively to give you more access.

“ baby... ” it was a quiet breath, barely coherent as he suppressed a groan —- it was only when your lips found his again for a quick kiss that he was able to let it fall, with you swallowing it for him. his body always reacts to you in ways he could never expect despite understanding —- it was because you were /you/ that made him react this way.

he could feel the way you smirked against him, hands finally pulling at his white dress shirt, buttons popping open with a quickness that only made izuku's breath catch in his throat.

“ you've always been so easy to get worked up, ” you teased, lips moving down to his collarbone as you left a trail of kisses along his skin.

what made this even worse? the fact you had worn that very specific shade of lipstick that you knew he /adored/ on you.. the one that he always thought (and wanted to express) would look really good leaving marks around his d—-

(lewd) thoughts were interrupted when his body instinctively joined at the sudden feeling of a bite against his neck. immediately he fell forward with an “ oh-! ” that was perhaps a bit louder than it should have been. his hand moved to your waist and squeezed, the one that was on your thigh now against the edge of his desk as his forearm flexed.

his legs felt like jelly —- his face red and his thoughts in places that they shouldn't be in at a place like this. another groan fell through his parted lips when you bit down on his skin again with a muffled laugh. you made sure to leave a few hickeys .. leaving the the imprint of your kiss mark on them just for good measure. he always did have a thing for marking —- and when you made visible proof he was yours? /god/ —- he could melt then and there..

and as izuku was starting to lose himself , was starting to let himself get a little bit /too/ loud... the school bell rang from down the hall. interruption or not —- it was a reminder of where you both were.

you left his skin with a breathless laugh, lips still ghosting his jawline that you were nipping at, fingers gently cascading down his jaw to his slightly exposed chest, fingertips lightly ghosting over his sensitive nipples just to watch him jolt and his head tilt back in frustrated desire.

“ we should... probably... ” you started, words trailing off as you glanced at the door. his hips rut against the inside of your plush thigh, a quiet whine falling. he was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he looked at you in a daze.

his lips were swollen, bruised from your kisses and coloured from your lipstick shade. he could already feel the markings you left on his neck, the beginnings of lipstick stains dark against his skin and shirt collar. his tie was hanging loose around his neck, his collar undone, his hair even messier than it had once been.

your gaze flickered back down his body, expression softening for a moment . “ i guess i've made my mark, ” you smiled, winking at him as you quickly hopped off the desk, smoothing out your clothes and straightening yourself out.

the professor wiped his mouth, trying to catch his breath, a dazed smile tugging at his lips. “ you... you really know how to.. how to get me worked up... ”

you grinned, grabbing the door handle. “ maybe if you get home early enough, we can start round two, sensei. don't keep me waiting too long , izu. ”

before he could respond, you were out the door, leaving your boyfriend standing there, his heart still racing and his freckled cheeks burning bright red.

the door opened again just moments later, and a group of students filed in, their chatter fading when they saw izuku standing behind his desk —- disheveled, panting, and clearly not quite in control of his surroundings. with such little time to get ready, his tie was still loose, shirt still unbuttoned a quarter of the way —- and the unmistakable lipstick stains dotted his neck and collar.

one of the students had given him a teasing look, eyebrow raised. “ did we interrupt something, sensei? ” he asked , a knowing grin on his face.

midoriya blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure rather quickly. “ uh —- no! it's nothing! just — just.. let's start class! ” his words came out in a hasty jumbled ness, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the heat going down his neck and the tips of his ears now.

it was clear that no one was fooled, though. as students took their seats, some glancing at him with knowing smirks or whispering amongst themselves once he turned to face the board. izuku couldn't help but smile to himself though, the heat between you two lingering still.

maybe his break hadn't been so bad after all.

[mirkoluvs]

★ GETTING INTO AN ARGUMENT WITH MHA CHARACTERS (PT. 1)

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

genre: angst !!

notes: two parter !! just a note that my request box is still open !! love u all <3

izuku midoriya

- he always tries his hardest to avoid arguments at any cost, but of course, it’s only natural for them to happen within relationships.

- you always looked out for him like he looked out for you, but for some reason he would never listen as he was so determined to living up to people’s ideals.

- so when you saw him randomly phasing out during the middle of a group conversation with the rest of your class, you tapped his hand, causing him to shake out of his trance. you signed for him to follow you as you got up and walked over to a more private area of the dorms.

“is there something wrong?”, he asked. looking at his features, you could see dark circles coming in. sighing you took his hand into yours, holding it before looking at him. “izuku you know how much i love you, and how much i look out for you and everything. i just- do you think you can maybe tone it down with all the training…?”, you hesitantly asked, head hanging low. you could hear izuku sigh as he rubbed a hand over his face. “y/n, you know i cant”, he started, but you cut him off before he could go on his usual rant. “i just don’t get why. i mean, you’re doing all of this but you’re literally draining yourself while doing it which means you aren’t giving it your best”, you tried to reason, looking back at him. he scoffed underneath his breath at your words. “are you implying that i’m not putting in enough effort or something?”, he asked, his tone starting to become a bit defensive. your eyes narrowed at his words, shaking your head in denial and confusion. “no, that’s not- why are you twisting my words right now? i’m just trying to look out for you-“, “you aren’t my mom, y/n! just give it a rest! i know my own limits, i know when to stop. i’m here to become a hero if you somehow forgot, so just quit getting on me about rest and things like that, okay?!”, he quickly interrupted you. his words left your throat dry, your head lowering to the ground as you subtly nodded your head, sucking on your bottom lip. he quickly took notice at your body language and realized the harshness of his words. “baby, wait- that’s not how i wanted that to come out. i just-“, he started, but you cut him off, shaking your head. “no. i get it. it’s fine. forget i said anything”, you quietly responded, your voice somewhat cracking as you walked away, his hand just missing your wrist as he watched you walk off. he cursed at himself underneath his breath, shame taking over.

katsuki bakugo

- it wasn’t uncommon to get in arguments with katsuki considering how stubborn both of you were, but none of them were ever really serious.

- something everyone knows about him is that his number one goal was to become the number one hero, and he never let himself get distracted from that.

- turns out, he was serious about not getting distracted, because due to him training, he somehow managed to forget your one year anniversary all day.

- that’s why when he knocked on your dorm room door and didn’t hear anything back, he was a bit confused.

“y/n, it’s me. open up”, he muttered, knocking on your door again. silence. just when he was about to knock again, the door slightly cracked open. “what the hell are you doing?”, he asked, confused at your behavior. “you cant be fucking serious katsuki”, you scoffed. you pulled him into your room before slamming the door shut behind you, turning to look at him. “what are you so upset about?”, he asked, slightly annoyed at your big mood change. “you really forgot our one year anniversary…?”, you asked, your voice somewhat cracking as you leaned back against the door. his eyes widened. he forgot your anniversary. he got too caught up in his training and hero-related activities that it completely slipped his mind, but once again, his pride and stubbornness was too strong to let him apologize so easily. “is it really that big of a deal?”, he muttered, cocking his head to the side. your eyes widened at his words, anger rushing through your veins. “ok, i get you don’t like to admit when you’re wrong and shit, but can you at LEAST apologize for forgetting?!”, you slightly raised your voice, moving closer towards him. he scoffed under his breath, anger quickly taking over him as well. “it’s just a year, what the hell is so special about that?! it’s not my fault you wanna make everything such a big damn deal”, he fought back. your heart dropped at his words. was this really how he saw your whole relationship? “wow. nice to know how much this means to you katsuki”, you muttered. he cursed under his breath as he watched you start to fall into a sad state. “talk to me when you calm down”, you told him quietly, leaving him alone in your own room as you just wanted to be away from him at the moment. once the door shut he groaned, rubbing his hands across his face as he cursed at himself for being so reckless with his words.

shoto todoroki

- it obviously took him a while to become so comfortable and open around you considering his past, but he managed to do it all for you

- although he was a lot better at being open with you and actually talking things out than he was before, he still struggled every now and then with it.

- and it just so happened that this was one of those days, but it was worse than usual.

- shoto had told you he was going to his house for the day and you knew that usually he’d end up returning in not as good as a mood as before, but when he came back today, he seemed really pissed.

“sho? is everything okay?”, you asked, confused and concerned as to why he came back with such an agitated expression on his face. “fine”, he muttered quickly under his breath, kicking his shoes off as he placed them neatly in a cubby. “clearly not… something happened when you went to visit, right?”, you questioned. it wasn’t uncommon for him to be annoyed in some sort when returning from his residence, but he was never this annoyed. “i told you it’s fine”, he grumbled again. you sighed as you followed close behind him as he took the elevator up to his dorm, where you both usually hung out in together. the elevator ride up was awkwardly silent, you could hear a pin drop even. once the elevator stopped, you both walked out, you following behind him. the silence continued to linger for longer, to the point where it was pissing you off a bit. “shoto, seriously. cant you just talk to me a little bit? i’m not asking you to give me every single detail, i just wanna know if your okay”, you explained, grabbing them hem of his sleeve to make him stop moving. you heard him let out a sharp exhale as he turned around, pulling his sleeve out of your hold. “do you have to be so persistent?! i told you i was fine already, stop shoving your nose in things that don’t concern you”, he snapped at you. you froze at his words, not even knowing how to respond. you quietly cleared your throat, exhaling before responding. “if that’s how you feel… i’ll go. see you”, you muttered, pursing your lips as you slightly nodded, tears glazing your eyes as you walked away, not even giving him the chance to speak. he tried to call after you, but you were already in the elevator, the door beginning to close. he balled his hands into a fist, hitting himself against the forehead as he groaned at his inconsiderate words. he let his anger out at the last person who deserved it and he knew he was in the wrong completely.

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

[abilouwrites]

WHO TELLS A TEENAGE GIRL SHE’D MAKE A PRETTY BRIDE

AND THEN LEAVES WITHOUT WARNING, ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

I’ve never been comfortable with love, rarely found comfort in another person. Except him, cradled in his arms on a Tuesday night. My leg over his, his between mine. My arms around his neck and fingers twisting the green curls in my fingers. He peppers kisses against my chest and collarbone, “I can’t believe we’re about to be second years” I murmur. My breath hot against his skin as his hands slide up my tank top.

“I want to marry you” Izuku whispers, so faint I can barely hear it. In the privacy of my room with my fan blowing the words wish away into nothingness.

“I do too” I agree, a little more firm. A little more existant than his, I lay next to him a happiness of just existing next to him. Of being with him, a hopefulness of the future.

Oh how quickly that was ripped away from me. A startling Saturday morning, knocks on doors. Shouts from downstairs. Letters taped to doors, each one. Even mine. Scribbled handwriting and some stains through the ink. I stare at it as I ride the elevator down. Baggy sleep shorts and one of his shirts I took last night after we did our homework together.

Gone, just like that. Like he just disappeared; gone out to nowhere. Izukus excuse to leave me after telling me he loved me. Because he was worried about my safety. Mine and everyone else’s.

“How do you feel y/n?” Momo asks as I stare in silence at my letter. Biting at my lips and picking at my fingers, “y/n?” She repeats my name softly. Passing me a cup of green tea. It shakes in my hand that I grasp for it. Her reflexes catch it from my slippery grasp and she sets it on the table. She sits next to me, a friend from my elementary days. A girl I’ve known my whole life. She wraps an arm around me and holds me to her.

“I don’t understand” I repeat again and again, as if the more I say it the clearer his reason for leaving me will become. Leaving me after I’ve told him how many times I’ve been left. In this same situation, again and again I have loved and love has been ripped away from me, “why would he leave? He’s safest here?” I try to make sense of it. But there is none.

No logic was made in his choice to leave. But he still left, “he told me he loved me” I whisper, “he thought I was asleep but I wasn’t and he told me he loved me. And now he’s gone”

I’m still reeling from this, standing slowly. Iida chastises me but I’m in my own world. One where I need to lay in bed and mope, wail and cry until the hurt leaves my body. Until I don’t want to run out and find him, I’m too tired to keep begging for someone’s love and affection. I don’t have it in me anymore to love. And maybe that sounds selfish but to be gifted a note that says he wants to protect me and the school but still leaves me. Knowing it may hurt me more than death to see him leave.

I close my door, sinking to the ground on shaky legs and sore bones. A lump shoves itself into my throat; I bow my head and I’m overwhelmed by the smell of him. The sweet cinnamon of his cologne. Vomit biles in my throat as I rip the shirt off. A desperate attempt to rid myself of him. A shoving cleanse of everything he’s gifted me.

Tears fall down my face, thick hot tears fall down my cheeks. Bowing at the curve of my lips, snot running down my nose. I’m shirtless crying in my dorm room, wailing and sobbing like some stupid girl but the boy I loved and the boy who told me he wanted to marry me just left me. Left me with no good explanation. God I want to die.

Air doesn’t feel like it’s air, and I can’t breathe. I’m weak as Momo lets herself into my room. Quiet and gently she grabs a shirt from my closet and tugs it over my shoulders.

“Shh. I know y/n just breathe”

I don’t fight her, I don’t fight as she lifts me into my bed. And lays with me, I don’t fight. I don’t have anything to fight. As the tears fall from my face and collect on my pillow, as they stick my eyelashes in clumps. As my nose runs and tears fall into my open mouth.

“He told me he wanted to marry me..” I hiccup against her skin, “and then he left me”

I repeat it again, softer this time. Like the way Izuku said he wanted more, more than just a girlfriend, “he told me he wanted to marry me, and then he left me”

[ilydeku]

thinking about izuku leaning down to gently talk to kids AGHH <333

[naddiesflower]

naddie's Masterlist🪷

i wanted to organize my stuff finally lolol and requests are always open! (im in a lot of fandoms so i'll write for a lot stuff)

My Hero Academia

◊ You both started out hating each other, but slowly fall for each other ↠ Bakugo, Shoto, Aizawa

◊ Reader with bad finger injuries ↠ Midoriya, Bakugo, Shoto, Kirishima

◊ Reader has problems releasing their anger and releases on themselves ↠ Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima

◊ Reader with big boobas and they want to lay their head on reader's chest ↠ Kirishima, Midoriya, Bakugo

◊ Reader with Powerpuff girl powers ↠ Shoto, Bakugo, Shinsou, Denki

◊ Scythe wielding reader who looks calm/bored, but is unhinged in battle ↠ Dabi

◊ Flirty reader who gets flustered when they flirt back ↠ Dabi, Aizawa, Toga

◊ Calling them by their name and not by a term of endearment ↠ Shoto, Bakugo

◊ Flirting with them as a hero ↠ Shigaraki, Dabi, Kai Chisaki, Mr. Compress

Jujutsu Kaisen

◊ They get jealous but aren't your boyfriend ↠ Yuji, Gojo, Inumaki, Megumi

Haikyuu!!

◊ They stick their finger in your mouth when you yawn ↠ Bokuto, Kuroo, Tendou, Oikawa, Atsumu

[zujime]

─── izuku m. x f!reader

c.w. aged up, reader has female genitalia, some cockwarming, creampie, biting (if you squint), kind of lazy sex, p in v, grinding

note. a little drabble i made a while back :)

It was late. Really, really late and you both had to get up for work first thing in the morning, but you can’t help it. Your husband was all dolled up at the hero gala today with his fresh new haircut and the suit he said he “picked out just for you.” The room was occupied by the many whimpers and moans that left both your lips. He was hardly out of his clothes; suit languidly undone, pretty emerald curls messily sticking to his forehead, and pants hurriedly thrown somewhere in the room but he can’t seem to care as of now when you were sitting so prettily, pussy stuffed full of his cock.

His hands gently holding your waist while he thumbed at your skin, aching to fuck up into you. And you had an arm wrapped around his neck and your other hand on your phone, scrolling through the multiple pictures of you both that’d been taken by the paparazzi. “Look, ‘zuku.” You mewled as you grind down on his painfully hard cock, eliciting a breathy groan from him as he struggled to peer at the glowing screen on your phone. “Look how pretty you look in this picture.” You giggle, flashing him a tired smile that almost makes him cum on the spot.

All he could do was whine in response, both out of pleasure and sheepish flattery. His grip on your waist tightens slightly as he tries not to cum from your torturous rhythm, but he can’t help it—not when you toss the phone somewhere on the bed and start kissing and biting up his neck. His moans are ragged and needy as his hands grab at any part of you he can touch—your ass, thighs, hips, waist, whatever was in reach. Your ears catch his constant messy mumbles of “i’m sorry”. His hips stutter against yours as he fills you, forming a white ring around his cock that soon drips onto his balls.

© zujime. all rights reserved. do not translate, copy, modify, repost or claim any of my works on any platform as yours.

[umadxoxo]

Disclaimer: I do only write for male!readers. I don’t currently have a set of rules and regulations but if anyone requests anything shady in the future I’m willing to make one.

[bkgrl]

Damn, you were invested in it 🤣

How did you give yourself an EAR INFECTION eating pussy

im just gonna screenshot from a text i sent my friends after the doctors visit

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[burquillos]

POV Izuku still has a lot of unaddressed, pent-up emotions after the war and he catches you being a Kacchan hater on main

[rebelssvy]

MHA ways they would kiss you.

with: tenya iida, katsuki bakugou, kirishima eijirou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, sero hanta, denki kamanari, hitoshi shinso

LABELS: kissy kissy, slightly suggestive.

…

TENYA IIDA ✧.*

a strained, hoarse whisper “kiss me”

KATSUKI BAKUGOU ✧.*

pushing you up against the closest solid object, before devouring each other

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU ✧.*

hands traveling your body, pulling apart for a second to look at you before kissing the top of your head

IZUKU MIDORIYA ✧.*

hearts pounding, unable to open your eyes moments after disconnecting lips

SHOTO TODOROKI ✧.*

soft “i love you”s during each parting kiss

SERO HANTA ✧.*

lazy kisses, mumbling nonesense into each other mouths

DENKI KAMANARI ✧.*

giggling while pulling apart, followed by gentle kisses to your cheeks

HITOSHI SHINSO ✧.*

waking up to kisses and his voice reassuring you about how pretty you are

[abilouwrites]

GOOD LUCK, BABE

I. Midoriya

No thots js him being in love w his assistant/ manager

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[uwtloml]

smau idea: texting the mha boys and telling them that your tampon is stuck. IM SORRY I JUST THINK ITS SO FUNNY. also i LOVE LOVE LOVE your content <3

- 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬!

✿ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰

✿ 𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥

[inumkii]

that wasn't me!!

kaminari, midoriya, bakugou, shouto, sero, dabi, iida x reader (individual)

his friends are sick of his endless pining and ask you out on his phone. someone has to make a move, can you really blame them?

notes: i was really trying to make it so i didn't default denki being the one who steals their phones bc his ass would be most likely to pull that shit. i like the idea of katsuki getting so fed up with izuku/iida talking about you + doesnt get why they havent made a move so he does it for them forcefully. like here. damn.

[zujime]

─── katsuki b. + izuku m.

cw. aged up, fluff, mention of temporary quirk erasure, porn w/o much plot, established polyamorous relationship, pillow prince izuku, brief masturbation (m), handjob (m), marking, cockwarming, no y/n usage, (slight) nipple play, overstimulation, pet names used: baby, honey

note. this has been in my drafts for two whole years, if the writing style changes that’s most likely why. also, i'm so sorry the fluff is kinda long, i had to cut some of it cause it was a little longer💀

The apartment was filled with a pleasant stillness as you watched the water in the pot begin to fester as it rested on the stovetop. Katsuki had been prepping a few veggies, occasionally peeping in your direction to make sure you hadn’t hurt yourself whilst the two of you patiently waited for your speckled partner to get home from work.

The towering blond had been allowed a week to recover from his injuries during a recent villain attack. His injuries weren’t drastic—mainly a few cuts and bruises, but it took a lot out of him. The villain had nullified his quirk temporarily and his quirk was estimated to come back a few days from now, though the aftermath had been the absence of energy he currently had.

You walk over to the taller man whose face was accompanied by his usual glower; “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” You query, observing his hands attentively as he minces the vegetables before letting a grunt leave him. “It’s nothin' serious. I just don’t wanna sleep all damn day,” he rumbled—softly—as his motions came to a halt for an instant, as his scarlet eyes found yours briefly; “I’ll live” he concludes before going back to mincing.

A smile grows on the skin of your lips as you find yourself on your tiptoes, leaving a delicate, yet tender peck on his cheek before returning to what you’d been doing, and from the corner of your eye, you could almost see his features ease from the action.

Exchanges were brief yet delightful, allotting the sound of water bubbling to fill the silent void instead, though the moment the front door unlocks, you’re both twisting to see who’d come through.

Your lips form a warm smile as you met his forest eyes, Katsuki’s eyes slightly softening at the sight of him. “Oh hey, you’re back!” You chirp, eyes greeting his weary ones after he toed off his sneakers and left them at the door. You turn the stove to a low setting before promptly going over to the walking bedhead; eyes doused in nothing but fret as you inspect his exhausted ones.

“You alright?” Voice as gentle as he remembered, “come on, I’ll run you a bath, then we can talk about it during dinner if you want.” Your hand rubbed tenderly at his clothed bicep in hopes of soothing him somehow, but all he gives you is a slight nod and a frail “sure” in return. “Alright. Katsuki,” You call out in a whisper.

“Can you take care of dinner? I’ll be right back-“ “I’ll handle it.” The blond interrupts, tone gruff yet delicate as his eyes remained trained on what he’d been doing. You utter an “okay” before accompanying the tired pro hero to the washroom.

Steamy water began loading the bathtub as you helped Izuku out of his battered costume. You turned the tub faucet off after the water neared the brim, and the freckled man before you was now in nothing but his boxers. You waited for him to step out of them, only to be caught off guard when he pulled you into him.

His delicate facial features find their place hidden in your collar as his hair tickles your temple. You bring a hand up to his disheveled curls and massage his scalp, cherishing the view of the man that towered over you, melting to your touch.

“You alright, ‘zuku?” His arms tighten their grasp on your frame as the dulcet melody of your voice reaches his ears. He mumbles something in response, but it’s tough to decipher. “I can’t hear you, honey.” You snicker and move one of your hands to cup his face to get him to look at you. “I wanna...hold you. Can I?” His voice came out a bit smaller than he’d intended it to. “You’re holding me right now, aren’t you?” You ask, only to get a no in response. “That’s not what I meant,” he adds sheepishly, “I wanna keep holding you.”

“... In the tub?”

“Please?” He pleas as he leans his head into your palm. “Okay, I have to get something first.” He nods and frees you from his hold and begins taking off his boxers as you head out of the bathroom to fetch a few towels and washcloths.

Nimbly coming back to the sight of him snugly seated in the bathtub. You prop the neatly folded towels on the counter before taking off your clothes and joining Izuku, water sloshing as you straddle his lap and face him.

The conversations were mostly kept to a minimum as the two of you bask in the pacifying silence you shared after you’d both finished cleaning one another, though that peace is brought to a curt end when your blonde boyfriend slides open the door to the bathroom. His demeanor was seemingly more serene than usual and his voice was soft as he spoke, “the food’s ready, so don’t be in here all night.”

The door shut, leaving the two of you to tend to your business before finally getting out of the—now room temperature—water so you don’t prune up.

After Izuku’s done drying off and putting on the clothes that’d been nicely folded on the bathroom counter, he sits on the edge of the tub, now content as you gently dry his hair. His jagged hands found their place on your waist as he leaned into your touch once more, uttering an almost silent “thank you”.

“You don’t need to thank me, ‘zuku” you giggle; “I mean it. I’d be ready and willing to do this anytime for you—and maybe Mr. grouchy out there too.” The joke was stupid, but it somehow managed to pull a small and sweet laugh from both of you. “Come on, you know how he gets when we take too long.” You whisper against the skin of his cheek before placing a kiss there.

Hand in hand, the two of you stroll out of the bathroom and into the dining room where your shared partner had been waiting patiently—to the best of his ability. The blonde hadn’t even started eating as he waited, his ruby eyes finally gazing up at your figures.

“Sit” he croaks, nodding towards the vacant chairs around the table and the two of you do so, hands straying as you go to take a seat at the dinner table. All Katsuki does is glare at both of you before directing you to eat and threatening to force-feed you if you choose not to. You chortle and shake your head as you pick up your silverware and start eating.

You know he meant well with his statement and is just concerned about the well-being of his lovers, but his way of conveying that is...questionable. “Thank you, Katsuki.” You hum before putting your food in your mouth. The blonde just grunts and glances over at Izuku to make sure he’d been eating as well before ultimately letting himself eat.

There weren’t many conversations shared at the dinner table as you all ate tonight, but the three of you still remained—comfortably seated around the table, sitting in silence.

The three of you were in bed now, trying to go to sleep—a task Izuku seemed to be struggling with as he squirmed where he lay, nestled between the both of you. He was hard, so painfully hard—so much so that he thinks he might combust.

His breathing grew shaky with every passing second, till eventually, he gave in—he snuck a hand down his pants, grabbing hold of his shaft somewhat tightly as a poorly repressed whine left the cusps of his lips.

Quickly he slaps a hand over his mouth in an attempt to silence his whimpers and for a moment it works—at least he thinks it does before your eyes flutter open. “‘Zuku? Are you alright–” Your groggy inquiry is cut short as you peer down at where his other hand had been. A tired smile flourishes on your lips as you gaze back into his eyes with heavy-lidded ones. “Want some help with that?” You chuckle softly as you move your hand to shroud his.

“Please” was all that slipped from his lips as his cock ached in your grasp. “I got you, baby, don’t worry.” You whisper into the fat of his cheek as you leave a feather-light peck on the freckled skin. 

His taut, sleek belly shuddered with each languid stroke, each sloppy kiss on his neck, it was almost too much. You glance at him once more, kissing the hand he had clamped to his face before gently moving it away so you can capture his lips in a long, drugging kiss.

Those soft pink lips of his are now a beautifully swollen, slick mess that your tongue sweetly invades. You drink in his blissful moans like water as you move to straddle one of his muscular thighs, your core shivering at the stimulation of his leg grazing against your clothed clit.

“‘M gonna cum…hah, oh fuck—’m gonna cum!” Izuku gasped, his body shaking violently as he spilled himself in your hand. He bit down on his lip to somehow repress his cries, but your lips ensnared his with an infectious fervor in hopes of suppressing his noises until his orgasm subsided.

“You couldn’t wait till morning?” A gruff voice grumbled, rubbing at his ruby eyes before glaring at the two of you—both of you sitting there like a deer caught in headlights. The blonde lets out a tired huff as he shuffles out of bed and moves to the foot of the bed, his scarlet hues are tired yet hungry as he gazes at the both of you. “C’mere.” Katsuki coos, nodding over to you.

Slowly, you slide off of Izuku’s meaty thigh before you crawl over to the man towering over the bed, his hand sun-warm as it cups your cheek. “Clothes off for me, yeah?” The question seeps from behind his lips like honey, yet the firmness in his tone lingers—making the question seem more like a gentle demand.

You oblige, shimmying out of your t-shirt and panties before the blonde pulls you into a searing kiss—soft but voracious. And as the both of you part from the warmth of each other’s lips, he whispers against your kiss-bitten lips, “Be a good girl for me and sit on his cock,” his thumb caressing the plush skin as he continues. “And don’t move till I say so.”

His eyes carefully watched your every move as you turned to face your speckled lover before hovering over his rigid shaft that’d been prettily coated in the slickness of his orgasm.

Choppy breaths were now caught in your throat as you eased yourself down onto him—the viridescent-haired man released short, shallow gasps with every inch of him you took before you finally buried him to the hilt, causing him to harshly suck in a breath from the overstimulation.

There’s a faint dip in the bed as Katsuki presses his body close to yours, kneeling on the mattress between Izuku’s legs. You feel the warmth radiate from his muscular frame and his signature caramel scent followed close by, his coarse hands gently kneading at your honey-soft breasts, occasionally flicking at the velvet nubs that center them.

It’s hard not to squirm as the silky touch of a tongue slid over every mark that the blonde left in his wake—your neck and shoulders, nothing but a canvas in his eyes. One of his coarse hands glides down the expanse of your torso—slipping from the soft ampleness of your tits, to tease at your clit. Your body jolts in his hands—eliciting an amused huff from him.

© zujime. all rights reserved. do not translate, copy, modify, repost or claim any of my works on any platform as yours.

[a3rosp4ce]

obsessed with the idea that katsuki just never thinks about romance at all bc he doesn't deem it important so when he first comes across feelings of wanting to be by izuku's side "for the rest of our lives" he just assumes it to be a twisted form of high-commitment long-term rivalry or something lmao

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mitsuki: what you said to izuku in the hospital.. was basically a proposal, wasn't it? its rare to see you so sappy.

katsuki: ? proposal for what

mitsuki: ..marriage?

katsuki:

katsuki, only just remembering that the concept of romance and marriage exists:

katsuki, slowly coming to the realization that his feelings towards izuku are not only of rivalry: oh

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