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You love Izuku. You do, so much. So bad. So bad your desperation is written all over your face, but you think your boyfriend's so clueless about your internal dilemma. See, you've been dating Izuku for like... almost a year now? You didn't bother counting, but all you know is that it's nearing your anniversary date, and you believe your relationship is not progressing that much.
You loved how Izuku was a gentleman, the way he was always careful with you, and how he was always so nice you felt guilty sometimes for getting mad at the smallest things (like being so busy with work or arriving late sometimes on dates). Nonetheless, he always treated you lovingly, making sure to focus his attention on you 100% whenever you two are alone. His love for you is always full of trust and respect sometimes you think dating this man is too good to be true. Simply put, you're lucky to be dating an angel.
However...
There's always a caveat. Of course, there's no way Midoriya Izuku is a perfect man. Your boyfriend has his own flaws, after all. And that is... well...
He can be kind of dense in the romance department.
How many times have you internally wailed at the fact that Izuku cannot pick up on your subtle flirting? You lost count, and you couldn't call him out on this behavior because he would always innocently look at you and you'd think you're the perverted one for wanting to do lewd things. After all, you have both slept over in each other's places and spent the night together out of town. You thought maybe he had also the same thing in mind, but no. He was always, "I love being with you, Y/N," and it makes you swell up that you forgo your perverted thoughts.
But it's normal to want to do that with your lover, right? you convince yourself, determined for the nth time to get your thoughts across next time.
Sadly, your boyfriend, who's a gentleman and a teacher of a bunch of UA kids becoming pro heroes in a few years, is not that perceptive. You wish you had a telepathy quirk so you could just send the message without bursting your wants aloud with a beet-red face. But alas, you were born quirkless, and you had to put up with this situation. This was beyond embarrassing. Even Mina and Ochako were urging you to just be upfront with him about it.
One day, when finally your schedules were aligned, Izuku asked you out on a date this weekend because it was his free time from all the school paperwork and nonstop activities scheduled for the students. So you prepared yourself for the best, even buying a lacy white lingerie that would surely captivate him because this weekend, you have decided that you will have your first time with him. You will make sure it will happen because you have waited for so long, and if you prolong it by expecting him to make the first move then nothing will happen.
Tomorrow is a great day. Tomorrow will be that day with Izuku.
You hope this happiness will continue...
... or so you thought.
In the middle of your date, some of his former classmates from UA saw you two and invited you both to dinner, and Izuku being the nice guy he was, accepted it without much thought. Of course, you forced yourself to smile, convincing yourself that: Izuku didn't have a choice, and he said he doesn't see them as much except for Bakugou-kun. He can see me whenever he wants, so this is okay.
Honestly, you're not okay. You secretly wished Izuku would reject the offer and tell them you two are on a date together or that he would rather spend the whole day with you because he missed you so badly. So you hoped this dinner would be quick and you would still have time to make him yours this evening, glancing at your wristwatch every now and then because you're anticipating the lower prices of this one hotel nearby that you wanted to book for your special night.
But the dinner was still on, and the others had already ordered drinks much to your inner dismay. After a couple of beers, you excused yourself to go to the toilet as you carried your purse, but really, you just wanted to go home. Screw this lucky underwear. Screw your first time. Screw your angelic boyfriend for being so dense. Screw you for not saying anything about it.
As you walked out of the restaurant, you heard footsteps behind you. Grabbing your arm was Izuku panting for air as he asked, "Y-Y/N, w-what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Ah, you were such an idiot. You had to fall for this man. He was so nice it was hurting you. "I-I'm fine. I just..." You were hesitant to tell the truth. You don't want to hurt his feelings. "I just want to take a rest. You go enjoy with your friends, okay?"
You were about to go again, but Izuku held your hand and you were surprised to see that guilty and worried expression, and that made you feel more bad than you already did.
"Izuku—"
"Did I do something wrong?" he questioned. "I... we were having a good time, right? I know I have been busy, but if there's something, maybe I could—"
"It's not you, okay?" you clarified, but he was having none of it.
"No, Y/N. I—"
"JUST STOP, PLEASE!"
And stop he did. You didn't mean to yell at him. You were just being frustrated with the whole situation. It wasn't his fault, okay? It's not. It's not. IT'S NOT.
"Look, I'm tired, and I just..." you didn't know how to put everything into words, not when the whole situation was overwhelming you; but you had to try. "Izuku, you can give me a call when you're lonely, right?"
He was definitely weirded out by the question, nonetheless, he answered truthfully. "O-Of course."
"I can also do that, right?"
"Y-Yes... but why?" Izuku was getting confused. Earlier you were kind of dispirited and now you're probing questions he didn't understand.
"You see..." you moved closer and touched the hem of his clothing, wishing you were hugging him so close it could burn you, "I'm so lonely and desperate for you right now."
"O-Oh." Izuku thought he understood what you meant, assuming you were having a personal problem. "So, do you need a hug or—"
"Izuku."
"Y-Yes."
You looked him straight in the eye, face all flustered with your as your gaze fell onto his lips and you wished you two were kissing each other so hungrily and passionately like how you imagined it would be from all the romance dramas you've been watching. It was like you were begging to be touched by him, to be embraced by him with every fiber of his being. But this was the reality. You have always sent for him, but right now, he wasn't doing the same.
"I want all of you," you murmured enough for him to hear, and Izuku held his breath at your silent confession. "I've been wanting to for a few months now."
You braced yourself for his reaction, but all you got was him being shocked like a stone, rigid in his spot as he tried to contemplate the best reply to your statement. And after a few minutes, he was blushing so hard at the realization.
She wanted to have sex all this time. ALL. THIS. FRIGGING. TIME!
When he wasn't saying anything, you pulled away quickly and said, "P-Please just forget about it. It's nothing. Good night, Izuku," and then you ran off.
"W-Wait, Y/N!"
He was about to go after you, but you were quick enough to ride a taxi back home. So much for spending the night together.
Izuku kept calling you afterward, but you weren't ready to face him after everything that happened, so you kept ignoring him until you decided to turn your phone off. You wanted to push everything underneath the rug or something and pretend it was all the same usual, but you couldn't. This was all your fault. You should've just kept your mouth shut. You should've just waited for the night to end before dragging him to a love hotel you can find and have your way with him. Gosh, you were really that horny, huh?
And with that, you also decided to take a week off from work, lounging in your room all day as you regretted every single thing that happened that night. Mina and Ochako dropped by to give you some food and informed you about Izuku asking about you.
"Did you two have a fight or something?" Ochako asked.
"N-No, we're okay," you lied.
Then after a few days, you decided to go out and have fun on your own instead of holing up in your apartment. So you dolled up and became the best you could be, plastering a smile as you walked out the door, only to see Izuku there, wearing his usual teacher suit with beads of sweat running on the side of his face as he panted for air. He was wearing a serious expression, looking a bit mad at you for probably ignoring him for a few days now.
Out of panic, you tried to close the door, but he had to set his foot inside so you wouldn't be able to close it, and you gulped in nervousness as he let himself in, his presence suffocating you the more he stepped towards you. You walked backward to escape until your foot bumped on the couch and now, you were sitting on it, with Izuku trapping you with his arms on either side of your frame as he leaned his face closer to yours.
You had to look away to hide your excitement and how intoxicated you were with his citrus and boyish scent.
I will not give in. I will not give in.
Izuku grabbed your chin and forcefully made you look at him.
"Y/N."
"I-Izuku... I—"
"No more unnecessary words, okay?"
Eh? What does he mean?
Suddenly, he pulled away, carried you on his shoulder towards the bedroom, and put you down on your bed to your surprise. You knew Izuku could be serious and aggressive whenever he wanted to be, but you just didn't anticipate him to be like this in bed. Is this what they call 'wolf in sheep's clothing'? Maybe. You didn't know. But the way he was on top of you, taking off his coat and tossing it somewhere as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and started to remove his necktie, looking at you so hungrily like he was going to devour you as a whole was making you unbearably hot.
You sat up, squeezing your legs shut to bear the wetness in your folds making you squirm. "Izuku, I don't understand. What are you—"
He crawled towards you slowly, his expression darkening as he held your cheek. "What is there to understand, Y/N?" Izuku asked, trying to gauge more of your flustered and confused face. "You want me, right? You've always been sending for me."
"W-Well, I do..." You couldn't hide your desire. This was finally happening, and in your bedroom, nonetheless. You even have the whole week off. And then you gasped in realization. Does this mean he can come over here whenever he wants and we can do all sorts of things? You blushed at the mere thought. No, no. That's not possible, right?
But one look at his green eyes and how he waited for your consent before his touch on your legs could go further up your thigh told you otherwise.
"You know, I've been sending for you too," he whispered to your ear. "You have no idea how bad I wanted this as much as you do."
He kissed you gently, like a feather tickling your lips—at first. Then afterward, he was literally eating you, like devouring you, hungrily possessing your lips like it was water and he was in a desert. There was so much desperation in his taste that you couldn't even breathe for long before he came back pulling you again into his embrace as his fingers dragged up to your shoulder until they landed on the zipper of your blouse.
He pulled away briefly from your lips, his kisses leaving their marks on your cheek, then down to your neck as he pulled down the zipper of your blouse, revealing more of your skin and flesh.
Then he stopped.
You wondered what it was until you saw him ogling at the white lacy bra that you wore, making you instantly cover your chest in embarrassment.
"T-THAT'S—I-IT'S NOT—"
You couldn't tell him you wore this because you genuinely liked it and it made you feel good. Honestly, you thought about throwing it away, but because it was a bit expensive, you decided to keep it. You just didn't expect him to see you in it today, after all.
"Is this for me?" Izuku asked excitedly, his expression warm as he removed your arms in the way to see everything.
White looked so good on her.
You nodded with your eyes shut, hearing him chuckle as he resumed his kisses again on your skin, softly sucking flesh until you felt his hand underneath your skirt, pulling down your underwear while not taking his eyes off yours. Truth be told, it was also white, and it matched with the bra.
How... fascinating.
"Izuku, stop teasing me!" you complained. "Why are you like that?!"
"It's because of you, Y/N," he answered, kissing your lips briefly to gain your attention. "You've been ignoring me," you could even hear him pout as he added, "and here I thought you said I could call you when I'm lonely and desperate."
"Oh. I'm sorry—"
"You don't have to be. It's my bad for neglecting your needs. I even had to make you ask for it." Then he muttered to himself, a start of his rambling. "Maybe I should've gone for it when you stayed over a few weeks ago. Or I should've asked you directly. I've been having it so bad with you ever since, and I didn't know you also felt it—"
"IZUKU!"
He sat straight up. "Y-Yes?"
You pouted at his silly antics. This man was really too good to be true. Then again...
You opened your legs for him and let him settle in between.
"Just... finish your business with me and..." Gosh, this was getting heavy. He was getting hotter with the way he was above you and looking so delectable. "... do it all over again after, okay?"
Suddenly, he took off his shirt and proceeded to make love to you all day long.