| cw: bf! izuku, f! reader, suggestive, dry humping |
there’s an amused snort from where izuku is doing his cool down stretches, heels digging into the mat as he leans forward to touch his toes, his eyes peering over to you from the space below his arm.
“you’re cute,” was his response, sending a pout to your glossy lips.
you both were outside, autumn sun warming your skin as the cool breeze blew around you. it was a pretty spot amongst the trees of a park, an abandoned one that no one came to anymore except for izuku, katsuki, and now you. normally the guys came here to train, to work out surrounded by fresh air and the calls of nature. it was just you and him today, you winning yourself a front row ticket to your boyfriend sweaty and active by batting your lashes just before he was about to leave the door. and now here you were, trying your puppy eyes again.
“oh come on, zu’. spar with me! you and suki do all the time,” your butt was planted on a large rock, a boulder really, your legs swinging from where they fell over the edge.
“kacchan can take a beating from me, you’re a little less durable. no offense, it just wouldn’t be fair.”
you rolled your eyes, tilting your face to the sun and blowing out a bored whistle, “i’ve taken a few good beatings from you and suki, mister midoriya.”
you murmured the joke, more to yourself than him, but still when you met his eye again, he was glaring at you. it was that beloved look you put on his face often, the ‘don’t start’ look.
“you know what i mean. besides, i have to hound you to go to those self defense classes, why do you want to fight with me so bad now?” his eyebrows were knitting together, pressing you worse than a journalist on a deadline.
“not really fight…wrestle is a better word.”
admittedly, you could care less about fighting him, or even winning for that matter, you just want to get a chance to get pinned to the sage green mat he had rolled out on the grass. any excuse to have those worn hands touch you, or to be wrapped in those solid, brick-like biceps, you’d take. you wanted him to toss you around a little bit, it was fun. and maybe he was following your gaze and how it was memorizing the curves of his muscles and noting down each freckle embedded in his tanned skin, each scar, but understanding washed his face as well as a knowing grin.
“c’mere,” he curled a finger at you, moving up to his knees, resting on the heels of his tennis shoes making his massive thighs flex outwardly. his thighs would put a rabbit to shame, you thought with how it looked like he could spring six feet in the air if he so chose to.
though satisfied, you couldn’t help but feel you won that battle too easy, it was never a good sign when he just willingly agreed to your antics. once your feet touched the edge of the mat, he was guiding you to your knees by your hand.
“all fours, pretty girl. i’m not sparring with your on cold muscles, gotta stretch you out a bit.”
he sent you a dimpled, boyish smile as your hands hit the mat, your face warming as he moved to kneel behind you. a large, warm hand eased over your back and up your spine until it settled between your shoulder blades. with a light force, he nudged you downward until your chest neared the ground. the shape your body was curved in was awfully awkward, but soon izuku's other hand was tapping one of your biceps.
"reach those arms forward...nice big stretch." his words were firm, humming in approval when your hands slid up the mat, in turn pushing your ass higher in the air and letting your tits touch the ground. izu's hand never left your back, while his other was now locking around your wrists, pinning them together in one palm. Your eyes glued to the sight, a soft exhale leaving your mouth parted in awe.
with the way he was now leaning over you, it pushed his pelvis right up against your ass, in turn letting you feel where he was supporting a half chub in his athletic shorts. you realized your mistake now with the way he gave one nice rut against your clothed sex, making you gasp out with wide eyes. even though no one would take this trail, or at least you hoped, the embarrassment of the exposure was reeling. it made your head spin. had your boyfriend no shame? He chuckled at the reactions you thought were minuscule, but of course he noticed.
you sucked in a heavy breath through your nose, letting it circle through your lungs for a count of four, then blowing it out through your mouth.
“i want you to break free from this..should be easy enough, i’m only holding your wrists.” his grip on your wrists was tightening like a mechanized lock, his body was heavy on you as he draped over your form. he almost seemed immobile which made ‘easy enough’ a pure lie.
“what happened to warming up-“
“this is still the warm up. you’ve got about a minute to move me, if you fail…i’m afraid i’ll have to stretch you out a different way then.”
there was a darkness in his tone that almost dared you to have any misbelief, but even with an experimental struggle against him, he seemed to restrict that much more. he was like a sly snake, coiled around it’s prey. you had lost before you started.
“ this isn’t fair,” your whine became a flustered huff as he rutted into your clothed cunt again, both of your clothes shuffling together as he made friction against where you were hot and pulsing.
his teeth grazed your ear lobe, you can feel the smirk spreading, “oh baby, i tried telling you this wasn’t fair,” he was purring near your ear, “but kacchan gets stuck in a hold just like this. though, he’s not dumb enough to let me put him in it willingly.”
you gave another hopeless attempt to break free, his incessant dry humping making it that much harder and in the end, you dropped your knees to slide flat onto your stomach, giving your back some grace from it’s sinful arch. you head was spinning from getting what you wanted, to be pinned down, but now all your mind could think about was how empty you felt, how full you could be. majority of his body weight rested on you, a beast resting on your back, your arms still locked straight out in front of you.
“throwing in the towel already, puppy? i’ve seen gazelles put up more of a fight than this.”
“izu this is impossible- you’re heavy!”
he smelled so good, something earthy mixed in with his natural musk, he felt even better against you, even if it was a little harder to breathe with him laying on you this way.
you made a noise of hesitation before nodding, “i give..”
“guess i can resume..stretching you out then,” he gave your ass a harsh smack once he sat up, “go ahead and hike those hip back up.”
…i’ll let you guys decide what he stretches out next 👀
