𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 | b.k.

Chapter Twenty-One

21.
Chapter Twenty-One : I love you

Izuku reaches for the puppy and then places it down on the ground. Not a second later, he nearly pounces onto Y/n, effectively cutting her sentence off with a soft kiss. His free hand shoots up to grab onto her jaw—locking her in place. Izuku's knees nearly buckle upon feeling how soft her lips are. His grip tightens and his body tenses. He's on cloud-9.

After so long, he's finally kissing her. It's surreal.

Y/n is a little stunned at first, but she's quick to respond. They fall into a pattern; slowly expressing how they feel with experimental touches and decisions. It was slow and it was passionate with a hint of lust—the perfect concoction. She boldly drives her hands up to Izuku's shoulders, where she paws at the fabric of his shirt.

Izuku pulls away after a moment and reluctantly peels open his eyes. He's surprised to find that Y/n still has her eyes closed, her lips parted and glossy. Ever so slowly, her eyes flutter open. Green and e/c meet and suddenly, Izuku's train of thought is derailing.

"Izuku..." Y/n whispers, her voice shaky and unsure. Her eyes are wide and her grip on his shirt is tighter than it was a few moments ago. "I need—I want—" She groans.

"C'mon N/n, what d'ya need?" He asks a little too eagerly. He's breathless, his voice deep and his words slurred.

"I need you."

"Are you sure?" She nods with a small hum, but he shakes his head. "No, Y/n. I need to hear you say it."

Y/n's eyelashes flutter. Izuku can feel her hands feel out the muscles of his arms, tracing his biceps over his shirt and soon, exploring the planes of his chest. Izuku almost stops her to make her focus, but he doesn't have the balls to do that—not when he's been fantasizing of this for years.

Thankfully, she breaks the silence by clearing her throat and nodding. "Yes, I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Izuku please, make love to me."

"Do you want me to take you—"

"No. I don't care where, just fuck me."

Manners be damned. Y/n doesn't care; her father is dead and her mother has left, so she has no reason to care about formalities.

And just like that, with a few measly words, a little switch is flipped in Izuku's brain. He grabs her face and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. It isn't slow and steady, no, it's heavy and it's messy. Y/n's hands are exploring Izuku's broad chest and he's grasping at her hips, trying to pull her closer.

Y/n slides her tongue into his mouth, titling her head to get a better angle. He moans, the grasp on her hips tightening. He pulls away for a moment to pick her up and take her inside, giving her the opportunity to wrap her legs around his sturdy waist and place soft kisses along the column of his neck. Izuku doesn't get very far with shaky legs. In fact, he doesn't even make it out of the kitchen.

Izuku gently places Y/n on the counter and dips his head into her shoulder. He latches onto her neck, sucking soft bruises into her skin. Her head falls back as moans rip through her throat, the feeling of Izuku exploring the plains of her body nearly surreal.

Y/n graves Izuku's head and pulls him back up to meet her lips. She doesn't give him a moment to think before dipping her tongue into his mouth. He lets her have this bit of control; he lets her play with his tongue and he lets her mark up his neck. He lets her do whatever she wants until he decides he can't wait anymore.