My Hero Academia // Book of One-Shots

Call Your Name ~ Izuku Midoriya

 5.5k of pure smut. Literally no plot, just smut.

In which Deku's a virgin, (Y/N) has a crush and Kaminari's the best wingman ever. 

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デク

A single curse fell with ragged breaths.

A sharp intake of air, Deku bite down on his lower lip to contain that moan that clawed at his throat.

The winter air had been ruthless that night, yet Deku felt nothing but an unbearable heat burn his skin. Even as he shed the few articles of clothing stuck to his sweat-stained skin, an unignorable desperation came in overwhelming waves that forced the young boy to think of nothing but her perfection.

Scarred calloused hands traveled down the bare expanse of his firm torso. Nightfall's darkness obscured his vision, but it wasn't enough for Deku. Large, emerald green eyes fell closed as images of a beautiful siren caressed his lustful mind.

The tips of his fingers brushed against strained and swollen skin, earning a desperate whimper from a frustrated Deku. He wrapped large, slender fingers around his throbbing skin and pulled down. His palm dampened with a slick layer of pre-cum, and Deku found himself unknowingly calling her name.

"(Y/N)."

As his hand continued to tug against his painful erection, Deku thought of the way her skin looked incredible during the winter months. When the smallest hints of color would dust over flushed cheeks. The richness of her skin always looked so radiant against the tempting shape of her full lips. He imaged those same lips kissing down his skin and marking him as her own. He wondered how her hands would feel, how her flattened palms would travel down his figure until reaching the point of no return.

He always liked to think of himself as the dominant one in these situations. Despite his shy behavior, Deku liked to image pinning her frame against the mattress, holding down both her arms while he fucked into her sweet bliss without a moment's hesitation. He imagined the rich sound of his name leaving her lips, muddled together with breathless pants and drawn out moans. Sounds of sweet bliss that were enough to catch the attention of those around them.

Too caught up with his own imaginings, Deku never noticed the sound of his own falsetto reaching a rather high pitch. And when he did notice, a single palm now clamped over his parted lips, it'd been too late.

The shuffling of feet on the other side of the door never caught his attention.

Someone had discovered the depth of his desires,

And this very ease-dropper had no intention of keeping quiet.

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(Y/N)

The kitchen had been empty, silent and peaceful when (Y/N) had made the rash decision to travel down for a late-night snack. Her steps were quiet, light and careful not to disturb her sleeping dormmates. She half expected to find an energetic Kirishima, or a pleasantly calm Todoroki rummaging through the kitchen as she usually did during these late hours. But much to her dismay, the lights to the commons were off with only the lights flooding in from the halls serving as a guide for the sleepy student.

(Y/N) became somewhat aware of the rapid footsteps racing in her direction only when she picked up on the much more apparent sound of heavy breathing. Tearing her eyes away from the fridge's light, (Y/N) was met with the sight of a bug-eyed Kaminari standing on the other side of the kitchen counter. He wore a familiar set of pajamas, but the look of shock didn't match his matted appearance.