My Hero Academia: Oneshots

🍋Izuku x Reader: Blackmail Part 1/3

(OK. Even Author-chan can't handle the cuteness right now. Give me a minute...)

'She would smell nice too. She would have to stand on her toes to reach my lips... because in my imagination I would be a little bit taller. While kissing we would probably stumble backwards onto the bed. Her musical laughter would fill my ears and I'd laugh along with her.' He froze for a second. 'Wait... A bed? What would happen there?'

He pictured himself underneath your weight. Once your laughing stopped, you would realize you were on top of him and blush. "Mmmm... so cute... so good." He moaned as he stroked a bit faster. He had completely forgotten his whereabouts, his only thoughts fixed on you.

'I would want to touch her, but wouldn't know where to start. But she would be understanding. She would take my hand and put it on her body. Maybe it would start on her face, running down her neck and stop on her chest. I'd want to feel her heartbeat. She would want that too so she could melt my doubt away with the sincerity of her feelings.' He placed his spare hand on his own heart, feeling it flutter wildly with the overwhelming infatuation. Not to mention the high dose of hormones thrumming in his veins like an engine...

''I love you, Izuku' she'd say. She'd call me by my first name, since half of the class probably doesn't even know my first name. Or maybe she'd be my girlfriend, and she'd have a precious little term of endearment for me. Like sweetheart or honeybun.' His focus broke and he snorted, chuckling and blushing at his own ridiculous level of self-indulgence.

"As if." He mumbled. But there were too many thrilling passions swirling in his body for him to stop now. Concrete reasoning? Honestly? It can go to hell.

'I'd confess my love to her back in the most romantic way I could think of. In response her eyes would smolder. She would be able to read my mind like a book, knowing exactly what I want her to do. I would be hypnotized, watching her slowly unbutton her shirt.' A spike of want throbbed in his hand, pooling at the base of his belly.

"Mmmnh." He huffed, his breath quickening.

'F/N would be bold in the way she touches me, intertwining our bodies in a sweltering heated passion, pinning me down and brushing her soft skin against mine.'

"Unh!" He's not sure when you both became naked, but it no longer mattered. He was squirming beneath the covers now, riding the pleasure as it frantically escalated.

"Ohhh!"

'She would moan my name, begging for more!'

"F/N!" He moaned loudly, about to reach the edge.

"The hell?!"

"UUUUAAAAAHHHH!!!" Izuku nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a voice behind him. He turned around in horror. Katsuki stood there with a disgusted scowl on his face, taking a glance to the picture on his phone and then back to Midoriya.

"You can't do your creepy shit somewhere else, ya moron?"

"K-KACCHAN!" Midoriya yawped, hysterically trying to cover himself. "ITS- NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"

"Really? So you weren't just yanking it to F/N's picture?"

Midoriya's lower lip quivered in fear. He sat there in mortified silence, staring at the ground, ashamed of what he had just done.

"Is that bitch really so dear to you?" Katsuki raised a snarky eyebrow.

"No!" He defended. "Er- well... yes. Maybe..." He sputtered, face and ears burning red.

"What do you think she'd say if she heard about this?" Bakugou teased him cruelly. Midoriya's heart stopped.

"PLEASE DON'T TELL HER, KACCHAN!" He beseeched. He yanked his pants up, leaping over the arm of the chair.

"Why shouldn't I?" He defied. Midoriya sunk to his knees, tears falling from his eyes.

"I'll do anything!" He pleaded. "I don't want to lose her, Kacchan! Please! I'm begging you!" Midoriya fell to his face in a puddle of disgraceful tears.

"I'm sick of all this bull-shit pining you're always doing over her. Fucking DO something about it already!"

"W-what do you mean?" He looked up at Katsuki's smirk.

"Either you ask the damn bitch out, or I'm telling her about your little episode here..." Midoriya looked sternly at the floor, understanding the challenge.

"How long do I have?" He asked.

"Friday if I'm feeling generous." He turned away, opening the door to the stairwell. "...And I'm not usually a generous person." Katsuki added, watching the fear rise in Midoriya's eyes. "Remind me to burn that couch later..." He mumbled before the door closed.

Midoriya grimaced, the severity of the situation setting in. 'This is horrible! I can't believe I did that!' He moped back to his room, a heavy burden weighing on his shoulders. 'So it's pretty much a choice between rejection and rejection... Sensational. This is going to be a fantastic week...' He thought bitterly.