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Izuku’s firm hand tucks itself behind one of your knees, forcing your thighs to be splayed open even further. Your knee hits the couch cushion as you grunt softly, the stretch of his wide frame fitting between your legs is slightly uncomfortable but you know it’ll be worth it in the end.
Your soft lips part with a hushed plea, “Little more, ‘Zuku, please.”
He nods, making his curls spill onto his forehead, you can smell his fragrant conditioner as he hitches your other leg around his waist, “Like that?”
“Yes!”
He adjusts his hips as he sighs, “How is this supposed to help again?”
You can’t see his expression from behind your phone in your hand, but you know it’s the familiar, puzzled look he gets when he can’t figure out what cards you might be holding during your Friday night poker games.
“Just hold it for a second longer, okay?”
“Yea, yea,” he says, “Whatever you need.”
You feel his hands flex on your knees as you keep typing, chewing the inside of your lip as you try to think of another synonym for big that you haven’t already used.
“Beefy? No, that’s not sexy…” you murmur under your breath. Not asking, just thinking out loud, “Muscular? No, powerful! That’s it!”
Having got what you needed from your roommate, you finish up your paragraph and lock your phone before you set it down. Izuku cocks his head to the side as he asks, “Does this really help you?”
You’re no virgin but your past partners have been pretty plain. You’re lucky that you’ve had good experiences, but you’ve hardly been in any of the situations you write about. Your stories about beautiful princesses, brave superheroes, or even normal adult women like you swept off their feet. The romance almost always gives way to smut, your heroines or damsels in distress end up being picked up and folded by strong, handsome men, begging to be twisted and contorted into positions to maximize their pleasure.
If anyone thought to ask, you might’ve said it’s a way to fulfill your own fantasies of being lovingly manhandled. But, since no one has, you continue to churn out sexually charged fiction, using your creative writing major as an excuse. It’s good practice!
“It does! It helps me keep the sex grounded in reality, y’know? And, as a bonus, it helps with my flexibility,” you give him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.
Your roommate chuckles, “Taking advantage of me, huh?”
“It’s not my fault your major helps me with mine!”
Izuku majors in sports medicine, his friends Bakugou and Iida are often found asking for his assistance with minor injuries and advice on how to keep in tip top shape. You actually moved in with Izuku after Bakugou moved out, not that it matters much since he’s over pretty often. You don’t mind, you warmed up to Izuku’s best friend eventually, his whole friend group eventually incorporated you into their ranks. There’s no one you’d rather have moved in with though, no one you’d rather have help you stretch and make sure certain sex positions are actually feasible. It doesn’t hurt that he’s cute, living with him has certainly helped you dream up a few colorful scenarios.
“Thanks again, Izuku!” you chirp, rolling off the couch with a flourish, “I’m gonna finish this up then I’ll treat you to dinner.”
He shakes his head with a fond, exasperated expression gracing his face, “Alright, sounds good to me.”
Before long, you need help with a scene again. Good thing Izuku always seems to be home right when you need him. You call for him and, after a moment, you hear his slippered feet padding down the hall, then his soft knocking at the closed door of your bedroom.
“Come in!” you add a little lilt in your voice, one that tells him you’re going to ask for another one of your infamous favors.
“What’s up?” he leans against the doorframe, sporting an easy smile.
You close your laptop and set it on your nightstand before you sit up, “How do you feel about being a prince for a day?”
Izuku laughs, a surprised little sound that bubbles up from his chest, “You need my help for a whole day?”
You put on your best dramatic movie announcer voice, your brows creasing as you try to fight a smile, “A princess and the knight sworn to protect her. Secret, moonlit trysts, stolen kisses in empty hallways. A forbidden romance!”
You both dissolve into laughter, Izuku steps further into your room, sitting down beside you on your bed, “Sounds dramatic,” he says playfully.
“Oh, it is,” you agree, “They find time for each other when they can, but the nature of their romance means they’re hardly alone and by a bed very often. So, I was wondering if he could hold her up against a wall in the castle library.”
“You mean you want me to hold you up against a wall?” he asks.
You try not to pinch your thighs together as you nod, “Yea, is that okay?”
“Sure,” Izuku replies quickly, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, “I can do that… princess.”
You laugh and stand up, taking his arm to follow you to the emptiest wall in your room, “Alright, sir knight, show me what you got.”
You press your back against the wall and wait for him to move, letting him take the initiative since he’ll be the one holding you up. It seems like it takes a moment for his brain to catch up, then he takes your arms, “Put them around my neck,” Izuku murmurs. You do as he says, tensing slightly when his hands come down to your legs, “Jump.”
When you hop, he’s already there, catching and lifting you, your weight settled into his hands and his hips. Your hands clutch onto your forearms as you mutter, “Okay, wow.”
Your faces are closer than you expected. His nose almost brushes up against yours, but it seems like he’s still putting polite distance between your bodies. He adjusts you slightly then says, “A knight could definitely hold a princess up like this.”
“Especially if he’s as strong as you.”
Something crosses over his face, then he pulls back. When he goes to set you down, his hand slips and pushes up against your chest, the weight of one of your breasts briefly settles into his palm. You can feel your nipple already start to harden against the contact of his warm fingers, but then the feeling is gone. Izuku yanks his hand away— not before you feel his erection brush against you as he stumbles backwards, apologizing profusely. You can hardly see his freckles anymore, the way he’s lit up red, all the way from forehead to neck. You make a mental note to make the knight in your story a full body blusher as well, you think it’s charming.
He all but runs back to the safety of his room, closing your door on the way out and shouting another sorry! You’re left standing there, mouth half open with any words you might’ve said already forgotten, the warmth Izuku left on your body already fading.
You let out a long breath through your nose as you close the door then flop back down onto your bed, arms reaching above your head to grab a pillow before you bring it to your chest and squeeze it tight. You mentally run through the motions of your scene again, not even being able to pretend that the princess and knight you’re imagining aren’t you and Izuku.
Your arms around his neck, his warm palms on your hips, the barest hint of the size of his cock— you groan at the thought and shove your face into the pillow, thighs pressing together. You wonder what his hands would feel like on your body, unobstructed by clothing. Would they be as warm? As heavy?
You breathe as deep as you can with the fabric of the pillow still pressed against your face, cheeks and neck growing hotter as you let your imagination run wild. One of your hands trails down, skimming over the top of your lounging shorts before slipping under. You cup yourself over your underwear, letting out a quiet sound at the pressure against your clit. It’s a poor substitute for what you imagine Izuku’s hand might feel like there, but you’ll make do for now.
You toss the pillow to the side, taking a deep breath as you realize what you’re doing isn’t for the story anymore, it’s for you. You’re not going to write about this, but you are going to get off thinking about your roommate, your best friend. Your hips roll as you flex your fingers, pressing them against yourself harder as you whisper his name.
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You haven’t been needing help with tricky sex positions recently, it seems your writing has become a little more grounded in reality. Yet, with you hardly noticing, the love interests more frequently have scarred hands, boyish grins, freckled cheeks. The way you write the intensity behind their green eyes, the quiet strength in their comforting but secretly strong bodies, it’s all too easy to conjure up. Familiar.
But you could always get some more help, even if you don’t necessarily need it. You find an opportunity to ask as you’re finishing up washing dishes one afternoon, Izuku sitting at the table across from the kitchen and working on some classwork.
“Hey, Izuku,” you say as you set the last plate onto the drying rack, “I’ve got a question.”
“Oh, boy,” he chuckles, typing a few more words without looking up, “What now?”
You walk over to flick some water at him, “Shut up, I just need help with a new position.”
Izuku looks up, his freckles starting to disappear into the pink of his cheeks as he flushes, “I thought you were gonna say that. Why so dramatic this time?”
“Well,” you go back to the kitchen to dry your hands with a dishtowel, “I just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable after what happened last time!”
He sputters as he shuts his laptop, giving you his full attention now, “Me? Uncomfortable? I was worried about you!”
“No, I’m totally okay!” you smile, hanging the now damp towel before you say, “So…?”
“I’m happy to help!” Izuku chirps a little too quickly.
You laugh at the way his blush travels all the way to the tips of his ears, “Thank you, Izuku. Listen, it’s totally a cliche story, barely any plot at all.”
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued, “Oh yea?”
“C’mon,” you lead him by his wrist to your room as you lay out the plot in dramatic fashion, “It’s about two kingdoms and a marriage. They were at war, but this marriage is a compromise and an olive branch. The prince from one kingdom and the princess from the other were chosen to mend the hatred.”
“You really like your royalty, huh?”
“Shut up,” you turn so he can see you roll your eyes, “So they haven’t met before their wedding, she can barely meet his eyes during the ceremony.”
“Too handsome?” Izuku teases.
You ignore his little comment, “Now, they’re alone on their wedding night,” you say as you climb onto the bed, kneeling with your back to him as you speak, “She willingly offers herself up to the prince, she wants the kingdoms to be in harmony, but… she’s still really innocent. Virginal, even.”
You run your hands over your thighs once, lightly digging your nails into your knee when he replies with a simple, “Uh-huh.”
“She thinks he’s just going to lift her skirts and fuck her like a barbarian to consummate the marriage,” you drop your palms to the mattress so you’re propped up on all fours as you look back over your shoulder, “But, instead, the prince surprises her. He puts a gentle hand on her neck, he pulls her up and back for a kiss.”
Izuku swallows harshly before he takes a step forward, something about his heavy stride makes it impossible to look away from him, the air in your bedroom suddenly tense and charged. Izuku’s knees take their place next to yours on the mattress. You turn to face forward, you can feel his thick thighs ghosting along the backs of yours as he holds himself above you. His hands rest on the bed near yours, your pinkies brushing against his thumbs, the rest of his body so close you can feel the heat of it radiating through his grey sweats and thin t-shirt.
You swallow and push your body back into his, “You’ve gotta really lean into me. I need to see if people can kiss in this position, ‘Zuku.”
Izuku groans your name, his hand by yours on the bed flexes hard enough to make sheets emit a whispery sound as he puts some distance between you two, “Wait, I don’t think this is a good idea right now.”
“Hey,” you throw him a questioning look over your shoulder, “You okay?”
You lock eyes, Izuku’s mouth half open as he tries to form an answer. He can’t find an appropriate one, so he just rocks forward, filling the empty space behind you in lieu of a verbal answer.
“Oh,” you sigh. His body is heavy against yours, you can feel his hardness pressed snug against you. You’re not surprised that he’s hard, you’re surprised that he’s admitting it so easily, trusting you not to make him feel bad about it. What else can you say other than, “That’s alright, just… it’s alright, Izuku.”
“Okay,” Izuku sounds mystified, like he can’t believe you’re not shouting and kicking him out of your room. You both know that you’ve made a choice by not pulling away, by not asking him to either. He puts his hand around your neck and brings you up and back, just like you described. His dark lashes kiss his cheeks as he whispers, “Well, if their height difference is like this, then yea. They could kiss.”
You feel yourself swallow against his hand as you two keep looking at each other. Your eyes flick to his lips, “I think if you show me… I wanna make sure…”
His fingers twitch on your neck, “What does she say? In your story, does she ask for a kiss?”
It takes a moment for the words to process, “Uh, no. He just… he just knows she wants one.”
Izuku’s hips twitch ever so slightly as his lips part, his voice suddenly raspy, “So he takes what he wants because that’s what she needs?”
Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip as you nod, speechless. Where the fuck did that come from? You make a mental note of that for later, there’s no way you’re not going to write that down, even though he’s probably picked it up from something you’ve written before.
Izuku’s cock is involuntarily pressed even more snug against you as he leans forward, pulling your head back until your lips brush against each other, “Am I dreaming?”
“No,” you whisper, your hands reaching up to touch his forearms, “I promise.”
Izuku finally stops teasing, and he kisses you. You curl your fingers harder into him, leaving darkened half moons into his tanned skin with your nails. The angle isn’t perfect, you can feel a slight twinge in your neck, but you don’t want to move away from his perfect lips anytime soon. You can feel the heat of his cheeks, the vibration of the faintest whimper from his closed mouth.
He pulls away first, drawing out a quiet noise of protest from you, “You’re sure I’m not dreaming?” he asks with wide, excited eyes.
You let your head fall forward on a bright laugh, a fresh wave of infatuation for him sets your heart beating faster, “I’m pretty sure. But, if you are, is it a good dream?”
Izuku comes around the bed and kneels in front of you, a funny little smile on his face, “Yea, but I don’t want it to be a dream.”
You shuffle forward, putting your hands on his thighs for balance as you kiss him again. And again and again, the two of you finding a rhythm that works for you both, tongues meeting after a while. You almost crawl into his lap with your eagerness, his hands encouraging you to get closer and closer, their weight travels across your back, your legs, briefly cupping your chest.
Izuku sighs through his nose, a faintly upset sound, when you pull back to breathe and say, “It’s not a dream. I want you.”
He shudders, closing his eyes tight for a moment before he opens them again, “What happens next?”
“With the prince and the princess?”
He nods, you can almost feel the eagerness rolling off of him. One of your hands takes his wrist, you part your legs and lead his hand there. Izuku doesn’t need more than that, his warm hand pets you over your shorts, both of you sighing in unison.
“He helps her take her clothes off.”
Izuku’s eyes widen at that, making you chuckle good-naturedly. You slip your fingers into your shorts, about to pull them down, but Izuku beats you to it. His enthusiasm knocks you over, your back hitting the bed makes you laugh again. He laughs too as he tugs your shorts and underwear off, one of your feet barely misses kicking him in the stomach. His hands are on you in an instant, his body between your spread legs and his thumbs parting your folds to bare him to you. You wiggle to take your shirt off, tossing it to the ground without a care.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, making your face burn since you know he doesn’t exactly mean your face right now.
The pad of his thumb pressing along your clit makes you whine softly, your hips bucking upwards to chase the feeling. He leans forward to press a kiss to the softness on your stomach, trailing his lips upward until his lips find your nipple. Izuku sucks and laps at your nipple as he keeps toying with you, gliding down to gather more of your slick only to bring his touch back up and circle your clit.
“Can I eat you out?” he murmurs, resting his cheek on your chest after he kisses your sternum.
You startle, somehow not expecting that, your skin suddenly feels hot all over, “Yes. Oh, please.”
Izuku surges up to kiss you, hard and breathless for a moment before he’s moving again. Tugging you until your legs are off the bed, perfectly in place for him to kneel between them. He squeezes your thighs, a pleased sound punched out of his chest at the way you’re already wet for him. He kisses the hinge of your knee before he sets to work.
“Oh!” you gasp at the feeling of him going right for your clit, laving his tongue over it in soft, wet strokes. Slow, methodical, patient, drawing more sounds out of you as he guides you to release.
His fingers come off your thighs to push into you, just one at first as he pulls his mouth off you with a kiss to your clit, “So pretty.”
You twitch as he adds another finger, curling them and brings his tongue back onto you, heat steadily building in your gut. His mouth stays a wet, searing pressure on you, no matter how much your hips buck and tremble, no matter how much you tighten around his fingers. A strangled sound is pulled from your mouth when he purses his lips around your clit and hums, white hot arousal crackling up your spine.
“Izuku,” you whine, trying to distract yourself from your building orgasm, “I wanna cum on your cock, please.”
He lets out a sympathetic sound when you whine again, then he pulls his hand away, “Fuck, I want that too. I should grab a condom. Hold on, I’ll be right back, lemme just go to my room—”
“We don’t need one,” you interrupt as you sit up, your face burning when you realize how enthusiastic you sound. Maybe too enthusiastic. You try to recover, “I mean, like, I’m clean! And on birth control so, we can… we don’t have to use a condom.”
Izuku blinks, “Me too!” then he lets out a shy little chuckle, “I’m clean too, and,” he pets your inner thigh, trailing up until he reaches your clit again, “I don’t wanna use one either. You’re sure though?
You reach for him, one hand on the back of his neck to bring him close. You kiss the corner of his mouth and roll your hips forward, “ Yes! C’mon, Izuku, please.”
He nods, green curls falling forward as he scrambles to take off his clothes. You bite back a moan at the sight of his thick cock bobbing up for a moment then coming down again, swaying heavy and hard between his thighs. Once he’s done shedding his shirt too, he rejoins you on the bed. He kisses you as he angles his cock until it’s against you, catching at your entrance then pushing in slow. Your mouth hangs open silently as Izuku groans, your foreheads warm against each other. The stretch of him aches already, but you like it, you like the feel of your body making room for him, settling him deep and perfect inside you.
“Do I,” you’re interrupted by your own gasp as he bottoms out, “Feel good?”
“Better than I imagined you’d feel,” he laughs breathlessly, you could almost mistake the lilt in his voice for embarrassment if you didn’t feel the way his cock throbs inside you.
You blink your eyes open with a lazy smile, watching the way he bites the inside of his cheek when you purposefully flex around him, “You can fuck me now, Izuku.”
Izuku groans, one hand flexing on your thigh and the other coming up to cup one of your breasts, “Do you know how pent up I’ve been since you moved in? Thinkin’ about you just down the hall, wondering if you wanted me the way I wanted you.”
You gasp when he starts to move, “Didn’t know you felt like that too.”
“I’ve wanted you since I met you,” he chuckles, snapping his hips into yours hard enough to make you squeak, “You’re… you’re you. And I like you.”
You reach up for him, putting your arms around his neck to drag him down for a kiss, interrupting his speech and the steadiness of his hips. He pulls back to breathe, but only enough to breathe, your lips brush against each other as you groan, “You feel so good, so big, fuck.”
“Don’t know how hard it was for me, each time you asked for my ‘help’,” he hisses as your cunt bears down on him. Each one of his rough thrusts knocks the breath out of you, “Took all of me to behave, I wanted to touch you so badly.”
Your thighs twitch where they rest on either side of his hips, you’re close but your clit needs attention before you can cum. You whine, “Izuku,” as you bring one of your hands up to his mouth. Without prompting beyond that, he licks the pads of your fingertips before you bring it down to where you’re connected. You make an undignified sound as you touch yourself, Izuku’s cock knocking against the tender spot inside you bringing you closer and closer to the edge, heated electricity coiling in your stomach.
You choke on another cry of his name as you cum, you can feel yourself soaking Izuku’s cock and tightening around it as he tries to keep his rhythm through your orgasm. Your back arches for a second when he moans, bending forward over you as he keeps fucking you.
His voice almost comes out in a whimper when he tucks his head into the crook of your shoulder, “Where— fuck— w–where does he cum?”
You almost laugh at the absurdity of Izuku even bothering to bring up the story. You couldn’t remember if you tried— who gives a damn about the prince anyway. You know where you want Izuku to cum, story relevance be damned, “Inside, ‘Zuku, please” your mouth open on a breathless gasp, neck and cheeks hot as your body begs wordlessly for his release.
His eyes shut tight, eyebrows furrowing as his hips press flush against yours with a broken whine of your name. You tug at his hair as he smushes the side of his face into your cheek, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh—!”
You moan, holding him close to you as you both shudder, Izuku still rocking his body into yours without really thrusting. He keeps whispering about how good you feel, perfectly full of him just how he’s been imagining for weeks. After a minute or two, he gives your shoulder a kiss before he pulls out.
“So, uh… did you get what you needed?” he mumbles, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he flops down beside you.
You half roll on top of him, slinging an arm and a leg over him as you rest your head on his chest. You run your fingers along his ribs, humming when he squirms and giggles, “Actually, I have a few more rough drafts to write before I settle on an ending.”
“And I can help with those too, yea?”
You kiss his chest and laugh at his eagerness, “Of course you can.”
Izuku ducks his head down to kiss your head as you both settle deeper into your bed, letting each other’s weight and warmth lull each other into a light sleep. You know you should get up and clean, but you deserve a few more minutes of quiet, comfortable rest first, Izuku’s broad hand stroking your back does little to dissuade you.