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Izuku Midoryia, born without a quirk. Became the greatest hero of his Generation. Becoming #1 at just 23, expectations where high. Learning to be a pro, and handle his agency. He couldn't help but ruin his sleep schedule and...
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The air in the room was thick, their breaths hot and their skin almost melting into each other. Midoryia stared up at Y/n, her hair messily lying on her face. Her lips parted at each grind the other gave. His fingers dug into her thighs, he was enjoying the view of her above him. His hands traveled up her thighs and grabbed at the bottom of her shirt.
"I thought you wanted a nap?" Midoryia said breathlessly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as Y/n grabbed her shirt and lifted it off her body. He reached up towards her breasts, gently squeezing and kneading the skin. Y/n moaned softly and rolled her eyes.
"I did...but now I want other things" She whispered, looking down at Izuku. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, his hands reached around and grabbed her ass. His hips bucking up for any friction. He smirked at her as she pulled back from the kiss.
"I have an idea" He spat out quickly, although his smirk was strong. The red paint on his cheeks revealed his shyness and reluctance to ask. Y/n nodded her head and tried to maintain eye contact.
"What's your idea?" He sat up slightly, one hand holding her hip firmly. His other hand trailed up her stomach and reached her throat. The light squeeze sending jolts of electricity through her body.
"You stay on top, and I get to watch?" He asked, his voice low and drenched with desire. Y/n looked away shyly, her hands lightly tugging at his shirt. Her middle grew denser, she nodded and looked back at him.
"Anything you want..." She whispered, Izuku smiled and pulled on the hem of her shorts. His eyes glanced between her and the shorts. Y/n rolled her eyes and quickly rolled them off, helping Izuku pull his shorts down. She smirked and placed a kiss on his clothed arousal, making Midoryia jump up and groan.
As she pulled his boxers down, Midoryia stopped her and sat up. Leaning forward, he placed a hand under her chin and caressed her bottom lip. He smiled and motioned her to come closer.
"Come here..." He whispered, Y/n crawled up to him. Staring deeply into his eyes, he smiled and lay back down. Her crawling back into his lap, he placed his arms under her legs. Pulling her closer to his mouth. Y/n gasped and grabbed at the headboard.
"W-what are you doing?" She said shakily, she lunged up and moaned as pulled her core to his lips. His tongue licked up, the taste of her made him shake within. Craving more, he kept going. His tongue movements make Y/n gasp and shake.
"Tasting what is mine..." Midoryia mumbled, sucking on her clit. Y/n squealed and dug her nails into the headboard. The sensation made her abdomen tighten and her core moisten. Midoryia smirked and reached around, pressing two fingers to her entrance.
"That's it, sweetheart..." He moaned against her, shoving his fingers deep inside of her. Y/n looked down and whimpered, the intense pressure making her tremble. His tongue swirled in gentle circles, his fingers thrusting in and out slowly. He was almost like an animal, his primal instinct taking over.
