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The chilly night air passes through your spine like an ice cube going down your back. It has only been an hour since you received your death notice from the city’s number 1 villain, the words “tomorrow, 8AM, you’re dead” scribbled in ink on a piece of folded paper. Since receiving the threat, you did your heroic duties: reported the incident to police and strategized how to take down this villain. You were confident in your abilities as a hero, but the gnawing thought that this might be your last night alive would not rest. After all, every hero in the city that received this death notice previously had fallen victim to the villain’s deadly ways. From a purely statistical standpoint, you were a dead girl walking.
So several shots of strong alcohol later, here you stood outside an apartment, home to the number 1 hero, Deku, a.k.a, Izuku Midoriya. Izuku worked for the same hero agency that you did, and since joining, the two of you became quick friends. And that’s all you saw him as for a long time. A friend. But as patrol partners, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be witness to his many fangirls that came with the territory of being the number one hero. When you started to notice yourself feeling a twinge of jealousy as one of them shamelessly flirted with him, you knew things were going south.
Ever since that first time, you couldn’t help but steal glances and “incidental” touches during your patrol rounds. Izuku Midoriya had captured your heart, no doubt about it. Maybe it was the way that he so selfishly put himself before others, or the sheer amount of passion he had for being the best hero possible. When you thought about it, his passion is what you found most attractive in him. Not that the luscious green waves, adorable freckles, and beautifully sculpted body didn’t do it for you, but his passion... if he could have that much passion for doing his job, you could only imagine the kind of passion he would have for a significant other. And the amount of passion he’d have during… other things.
You couldn’t help but have those sinful thoughts when it came to Izuku. He was so wonderfully naive. You often took joy in seeing how much you could make him blush and stutter when you’d say slightly suggestive things (he practically choked to death when you commented on how well his new hero costume fit him in certain areas). But at the same time, you’d have to stop yourself from drooling when watching Midoriya fight, seeing how tough and almost feral he’d get. Both things made you want to dominate and be dominated by the hero.
So after your fifth (or sixth?) shot, you realized that dying without making that fantasy a reality would be a crime. And heroes are supposed to fight crime, right?
You contemplated this as you climbed up the stairs to his apartment and knocked softly on the door, wobbling back and forth slightly as the alcohol coursed through your veins. Hearing footsteps approaching from inside, you start to wave to the door’s peephole, knowing that he was way too cautious to just open up the door to anyone so late at night.
The door creaks as he cracks it open. “H-hey!” Midoriya stutters and clears his throat. “Is everything okay? It’s pretty late…”
You flash him a bright smile. “Everything’s great! May I come in?”
“Uh, sure!” he says as he opens the door for you.
As you walk into his apartment, his scent hits you like a train. What you wouldn’t do to pounce on him right then and there, run your hands through his hair, moaning and panting in his ear as you beg for more.
“Are you sure everything is okay? You look like you’ve been drinking and I know-”
“Shhhhh,” you say as you quickly close to space in between you two, putting your finger to his lips.
The sensation of your body pressed up against his causes Izuku’s eyes to widen and his face to heat up. He’d never admit to it, but your presence is intoxicating to him. Every time you’re near him, he feels his chest tighten with feelings. And when he goes home alone at night, laying in bed staring up at the ceiling, you’re all he dreams about. He dreams about you under him as he grinds against you, getting the chance to feel every inch of your skin beneath his finger tips. He hates himself when he wakes up thinking of you like that. He likes you way too much to jeopardize your guys’ relationship. But now, with your face just inches from his, you’re just too tempting.
“W-what are you doing?”
You smile and give him a knowing look, as if to communicate through eye contact that “I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you.” Wrapping one arm around his neck, you pull him closer to whisper in his ear.
“Izuku,” you say as sultry as possible. You whispering his first name in his ear gives him goosebumps. “I want you.”
Without warning, you smash your lips into his, kissing him with so much force, you’re surprised he stays standing. Midoriya immediately tenses up, unsure how to proceed. He wants to kiss you back. So badly. This is everything he’s ever wanted and more. But what if he does something wrong? What if he goes too far? Can he really trust himself to not lose control around you? What if-
“Stop thinking so much,” you say, pulling away from the kiss.
You look him in the eyes lovingly, trying to show that you understand. Because you do. You’re terrified right now. If it weren’t for the alcohol running through your veins, you would have never had the courage to do this. But you’re here now: face to face with the man you’ve pined for for what seems to be forever. Both your hearts racing at what feels to be a deadly pace. It just feels… right.
“I think you’re beautiful,” you say, confessing your feelings. “I know you’re always trying so hard to be everyone’s hero, but you matter too. The world filled with villains is unfair and cruel, but for tonight, let’s keep it locked out there. In here, it’s beautiful. Can we make this beautiful?”
You hold your breath as you wait for his response, searching his green eyes for an answer. But having you this close to him, Midoriya can’t think straight. He can’t begin to rationalize or think logically about the situation. All he can think about is wanting to claim you as his own and having you become undone beneath him.
“Th-that works for me-” he squeaks out.
The second you hear those words pass through his lips, you’re back to kissing him. But this time, Izuku gives in and kisses you back, tentatively at first. You reach your other hand up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at the ends. He lets out a quiet moan in response, egging you on to repeat the action.
He pulls away only to lead you into his bedroom. Gently pressing you up against his wall, Midoriya gets to work kissing your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he does so. He’s under your spell, no doubt about it. And the sensation of his lips lightly peppering kisses up and down your neck is enough to drive you mad.
“Don’t hold back,” you whisper, wanting to experience Izuku Midoriya let loose. “Make me yours.”
Your wish is his command as he swiftly picks you up and places you on his bed. He hovers above you for a second, admiring your raw beauty, shocked that a woman like you is underneath him, panting and yearning to be touched by him. He runs his shaking hands over your body, hooking his thumbs beneath your shirt. Looking at you for the go-ahead, you nod your head and allow him to begin to undress you. He presses hot kisses down your body till he gets to your pants.
“Can I-”
“Yes,” you reply eagerly. “I’m all yours.”
He easily slides your pants off of you and quickly gets to work, unhooking your bra and taking off your underwear.
“You're overdressed,” you comment, tugging at his top.
He blushes and chuckles as he shyly takes off his shirt, revealing his beautifully sculpted body. You run your hands over the planes of his chest, feeling his many scars beneath your fingertips. He starts to shrink away, obviously embarrassed by the marks, constant reminders of times he went too far or failed to keep a villain at bay. But before he can pull away too much, you grab and pull him close to you so that he’s practically laying on top of you. Rather than assuring him with words, you kiss him tenderly, showing him just how much you adore and worship him.
He smiles before standing up to remove his pants and boxers. You lick your lips as you watch him strip, eagerly awaiting what he holds in store for you. He grabs a condom out of a dresser drawer and slides it on himself. And once he’s completely naked in front of you, you beckon him towards you, loving the way he mindlessly follows your instructions.
Midoriya climbs back on top of you. He gazes at you as he awaits direction on what to do next. Taking charge, you gently guide his hand down to your cunt.
“A-already so wet for me?” he asks, seemingly unable to comprehend the effect he has on you.
You help guide his fingers into you, the sensation making you gasp. “This is what you do to me.”
He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way you moan at the sensation. As he curls his fingers inside of you, he uses his thumb to graze over your clit, seemingly playing your body like an instrument that he’s mastered.
“Izuku,” you whine. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
Midoriya smirks, seemingly gaining some confidence after seeing how easily undone you become at the mercy of his fingers.
“Patience,” he says, chuckling. “I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”
With that, he quickly replaces his fingers with his mouth. You gasp at the sudden sensation of feeling his mouth between your legs.
Izuku begins flicking his tongue against your clit as you moan at the intense pleasure. It feels amazing, better than it has any right to feel. But you haven’t touched him yet, and that just won’t do. You pull his face up to kiss him so you could return the favor and start stroking him, smiling at the way his breath hitches when you begin to pick up your pace.
“Fuck me,” you beg. “Please.”
With your voice sounding like that, begging like your life depends on his cock being inside of you, you don’t need to tell him twice. His lips meet yours as you feel him line up to your entrance. He slowly slides into you, and both of you let out a gasp. After allowing you to adjust to his size, Midoriya begins to slowly rock his hips.
“Mmmm,” he moans. “You feel so perfect.”
“Izuku,” you say breathlessly. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
You hear him grunt in response as he picks up his pace, thrusting into you harder, fucking you into the mattress.
At that moment, you don’t care about villains or death threats or even being a hero. You’re in bed with Izuku Midoriya, and he’s moaning and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he makes you feel like the only girl in the world, nothing like the dead girl walking you felt like at the start of the night.
His hips start stuttering and you can tell by his breathing pattern in your ear that he’s coming close to finishing. Just the thought of Midoriya finishing inside of you is enough to start to push you over your own edge.
“Izuku!” you scream.
“Louder,” he says roughly in your ear. “Please. Say my name louder.”
You do as he commands, screaming his name as he slams into you.
“F-fuck, Y/N, you’re amazing,” he breathes.
Hearing the naive Izuku Midoriya curse and saying your name as his cock is buried deep inside of you is enough to make you finish. Waves of pleasure rock through your body, and the sensation of your pussy pulsing around his cock sends Izuku over the edge as well.
He gently pulls out and lays beside you, the two of you breathing heavily. Izuku looks over at you and can’t help but be entranced by the blissed out look on your face. He would hate to admit it, but he’s imagined before what a sight you would be after sex, but nothing compares to the real thing. You’re positively glowing. And why wouldn’t you be? The fears of villains, ominous notes, or your fleeting morality seem miles away from you now. Izuku has effectively made the whole town disappear, and all that’s left is a satisfying ache between your thighs and a smile on your lips. It’s beautiful.