𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 ; SHINDEKU

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Heavy breaths.

The taste was still fresh on my lips, and all I wanted was to taste it more, I was starving.

“Are you sure?” I asked, looking up at him as his short curls slightly covered his face.

“Yes, Hitoshi, please-” He breathed out, lips parted, his teeth slightly showing as he gasped.

“I just don’t want you to regret this-” I muttered.

He lips brushed against mine, gently pressing them against each other.

“I’m not going to…” He whispered, tickling the swollen skin on my lips.

I sighed and snaked my hand up to his jaw, holding him and pulling him forward, against myself.

I wanted more.

As our mouths touched and our hips pushed against each other’s, I bit his lips slightly, making him bite back.

I shivered slightly, my hips jolting upwards slightly.

I gasped, inhaling sharply, as Izuku pressed down against my hips.

“God dammit-” I breathed out, biting the inside of my cheek.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, smiling down at me. I tilted my head slightly, the name catching me off guard.

He rolled his hips down, making the lower half of my body go hot, the warmth making me jolt upwards, letting my head fall back against the arm of the couch.

He leaned down, inches away from my ear.

“I’m going to go take a shower, solve this problem.” He said, pressing down against me one more time, before standing up, leaving the cold air touching the small skin that the shirt exposed, being pulled up slightly.

He walked towards the hallway, grazing his fingers through my hair briefly, as I gasped for air, the whole ordeal taking me out.

“Shit.” I muttered as my jeans started to hurt.

I heard the bathroom door shut behind me, making me throw myself to a standing position, following him. I opened the door to see him getting undressed, and turning the shower on. He stood there with his shorts still on, as I watch the freckles on his skin shift as he moved.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“My storage would fill too quickly.” I said back, walking into the bathroom, wrapping my arms over his torso.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his head fallen back against mine as I rested mine on his shoulder.

The steam from the already hot shower filled the room, as I felt Izuku’s body start to moisten with the steam before he stepped in, leaving my arms.

He was acting odd, especially to the drugs, usually he’d be gone, non-existent practically, but right now he’s eerily calm. The switch-up of the situation from break-up to almost hook-up must’ve caught him off guard.

I sighed, and stripped my shirt off, unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the ground.

I pulled the curtain and stepped in, the dim light from the living room being the only light, as he neglected to turn the bathroom lights on.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as the water slipped down our damp bodies.

"Why?" I asked quietly.

"I've treated you like shit." He said. "I don't want to use you as a rebound." He said, solemnly.